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hearts-hunger · 3 months

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january blue || josh kiszka x reader

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Summary: You're sick, and Josh takes good care of you.

Pairings: Josh x Reader | Genre: fluff, h/c, sickfic | Word Count: 2k | Warnings: none!

A/N: Here's another one of those self-serving fics that I hope you like :) Also this is lowkey an ad for Netflix's “The Greatest Night in Pop” because that was a great documentary. Anyhoopla I hope you like it! ♡

“Sweet baby, when is your birthday again?”

You pulled your blank gaze from the waiting room wall, frowning a little as you looked over at Josh. It took you a second to think of a response; the fluorescents overhead were harsh, and everything seemed unnaturally bright under them. Josh held the pen poised and ready above the intake form, waiting for you to tell him your birthdate.

The uncomfortable vinyl chair creaked when you turned towards him. “You don't know my birthday?” you asked, unsure if you should be surprised by that. You were surprised, but you were also rather disoriented, so maybe it was a normal question for an attentive boyfriend to ask.

He cracked a smile, a welcome bit of tenderness in the cold, stark doctor’s office.

“I do,” he said. “I was only teasing.” He jotted it down along with your other details, taking care of the task for you as you sat in the waiting room together. It was sweet of him to do it and try to take your mind off things while he did, and it made the appointment seem a little less daunting.

“What are your symptoms?” he asked, writing down the ones he already knew. “Earache, sore throat, congestion?”

You nodded, covering your ear with your hand, careful of pressing too hard. “Dizziness, too. And a headache.”

“My poor baby,” he said sympathetically. He finished up the intake form. “Okay, honey. You’re all set.” He returned the clipboard to the front desk, taking your hand when he came back to sit next to you.

“What do you think?” he asked. His hair was a golden halo of soft curls, and it didn’t surprise you that even the awful atmosphere of the doctor’s office didn’t dim his warmth and cheerfulness. “Do you wanna read one of these magazines that have been here since the eighties? There’s probably some older ones if that sounds too modern.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “I think I’m okay, thanks.”

He smiled. “Well, let me know if you change your mind.”

He pulled out his phone to answer a text from Danny; you rested your head on his shoulder, trying to ignore the persistent ache and the vaguely panicky feeling you always got at the doctor.

Josh gave you a quick smooch on your forehead. You smiled.

“What was that for?” you asked.

“Danny said to give you a get-well kiss,” he said. “So there you go.”

You cuddled closer to him. “Thanks for coming with me.”

“Of course, baby.” He pocketed his phone. “Thanks for asking me. I would have been sad to find out you went without me.”

You raised your head to look at him, a bemused smile crossing your face. “Why?”

He shrugged. “I know you don’t like the doctor, and I like to be with you for things that make you nervous, if I can. I’m glad you know you can ask me for help.”

Your smile was wobbly, then. “Aw, Joshy. I love you, you know.”

He gave you a sweet smile. “I love you too, baby. Hopefully we’ll be in and out, and then we can spend the rest of the day cuddled up on the couch. Sound good?”

“Sounds wonderful,” you said with a sigh.

You lost track of time in the waiting room, sucked into the weird vortex of discomfort and the smell of antiseptic, but eventually your name was called. Josh went with you, and though you might have felt a little embarrassed to be a grown woman with a personal escort to the doctor, you just didn’t have the energy to care. Besides, there was nothing wrong with having Josh with you, and you were glad you didn’t have to do it alone.

He waited patiently while you got your vitals checked, making jokes about your pulse being a little high with white coat syndrome. When the nurse left you alone in the room again, he gave you a thumbs up.

“You’re doing great, baby,” he said with a sweet smile. “I bet you’re the best patient they’ve had all day.”

“I do my best,” you said. You fidgeted on the table, the paper crinkling under you. “Can we get coffee after this?”

“Sure, honey. Whatever you want.”

You gave him a teasing smile. “Whatever I want, huh? Could you strip naked right now and do the hula for me?”

He laughed, and the warm sound of it took the edge off the chill of the sterile room.

“Maybe not whatever you want,” he corrected. He stood and came over to the exam table, giving your thigh a comforting pat. “But I think I can handle coffee.”

You winced and tilted your head as you felt a sharp pain go from your ear all the way down your neck. Josh gently covered the spot with his warm hand, and you leaned into his touch.

“There’s this new documentary on Netflix,” you said, trying to distract yourself from the ache. “About the night they got the supergroup together for ‘We Are The World’.”

“I saw the trailer,” he agreed. He slowly ran his fingers over your fevered skin. “You want to watch that when we get home?”

“Sure. We can make a roster of who should be in the next version with you guys.”

He smiled. “Okay, baby. I’d like that.” A sympathetic frown tugged at his features when you grimaced again.

“I'm sorry you don't feel good, honey,” he said. “I know a jacked up ear isn't very fun.”

You breathed a laugh. “I shouldn't complain. Your whole eardrum exploded, so mine’s easy in comparison.”

He chuckled. “Are we in a competition for worst ear injury? That's kinda weird, even for us.”

You leaned your head against his, thankful for the way he comforted you and made you smile without even trying.

He pulled back when the door handle turned, and gave your hand a squeeze before he took his seat again. The doctor gave you a quick exam, confirming an ear infection secondary to a sinus infection, and prescribed you a round of antibiotics.

Josh got you squared away at the desk before you left, and you were content to let him do the talking as the pain started to catch up with you. He led you out to the car, getting you settled in the passenger seat before he got in himself.

“Still feel up for coffee?” he asked.

You curled up in a pitiful little ball. “Yes, please. But maybe I’ll get the Medicine Ball instead.”

He kept one hand on your thigh as he drove, and you half dozed with your hands wrapped around the wonderfully warm Starbucks cup. He ran into the store to pick up your prescription and a few other things, and though he’d promised to be quick, he was gone longer than you’d expected.

“Where did you go?” you said, an irritated, petulant tone creeping into your voice. “The Bermuda Triangle?”

“I’m sorry, baby,” he said sincerely, putting the bags in the back of the Jeep. “The pharmacy line was super long. I guess I should have taken you home and come back out for your medicine.”

You softened, feeling a little guilty. “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be grumpy with you when you're running around doing everything for me.”

He touched a hand to your cheek. “You don’t have to apologize, baby. I know you don't feel good. I understand if you’re grumpy.”

You held his hand and kept it pressed to your cheek for a moment. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure, baby. Let’s get you home, okay?”

At home, he got your medicine and some painkillers into you before he ran you a bath. He sat on the edge of the tub, brushing your hair back from your face.

“I think you’ll feel better if you have a nap, baby,” he said, keeping his voice quiet. “Do you want to eat something before you lay down?”

You shook your head. “I don’t really have an appetite.”

“I understand. I’d like you to try and eat a little something, though, just so the medicine doesn't make you sick. How about some soup?”

You looked up at him. “Can you do the spinach and rice one Jake makes?”

He nodded slowly. “Uh... yes. I think so.” You laughed when he pulled out his phone to ask his brother for the recipe.

He pressed a kiss to your hair. “Let me go get it cooking,” he said. “You enjoy your bath.”

You gratefully sank into the warm water, letting it soothe your aches until you felt all jellied and tired. Still, you were reaching the edge of your tolerance for the consistent pain; you knew the Tylenol had to be kicking in soon, but until it did, you were steadily getting more outdone with feeling so miserable. You hardly spoke when Josh came to help you out and brought you warm pajamas, and he watched you with worry as he steered you to the couch.

You winced when the pain spiked suddenly. “Oh my god, ow.”

Josh pulled back from you. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No. My stupid ear.” You gingerly pressed your hand to it, close to tears with frustration and discomfort. You looked pitifully up at him. “It hurts, Joshy.”

“I know, baby,” he said gently. “I’m sorry. What can I do?”

You shook your head, unable to think of anything, even if there was anything he could do. He just pulled you close and held you in a safe, steady hug, and it was exactly what you needed.

“My sweet baby,” he said softly. “I’m so sorry you’re hurting.”

A few tears spilled over, and you buried your face against his chest.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you said in a small voice.

“Honey,” he soothed. “You’re welcome. You don't have to thank me. I wish I could do more to help.”

You hugged him tighter, resting in his warmth and closeness. “You’re perfect, Josh.”

He rested his head against yours and rocked you gently. “I love you, my sweet girl.”

When the uptick in pain finally subsided, maybe because the medicine had finally kicked in, you let yourself be settled on the couch in a nest of pillows. Josh covered you with every fuzzy blanket he could find until you were practically buried in them.

“Joshy,” you giggled.

He smiled. “There’s that sweet laugh,” he said tenderly. “I missed it. What’s got you so tickled?”

You tried to lift your arms under the blankets. “I’m gonna be trapped in here.”

He chuckled. “It’s my master plan. Keep you wrapped up in blankets so you can never escape me.”

“I don’t want to escape you.”

“Just making sure.” He held your face in his hands and gave you kiss after kiss after kiss, each one sweet and gentle and joyful. “I love you very much, you know.”

You gave him a bashful smile. “Yeah, I know.”

You had dinner — Josh had replicated Jake’s recipe perfectly, which he insisted was thanks to his twin’s detailed instructions — and watched the documentary about the recording of ‘We Are The World’. The two of you spent a while listing people you wanted in your supergroup to play with Greta Van Fleet.

“I want Noah Kahan and Gregory Alan Isakov,” you said.

Josh nodded sagely. “I see the vision. We should get Labi Siffre too.”

“Can we go back in time and get John Denver?” you asked.

He smiled. “Yes. I’m making that executive decision. Because I want to grab the original lineup of Fairport Convention.”

“So... we’re doing a folk rock version, then?”

He hummed in agreement. “And we make friends with everybody, and it’s the number one single in the world, and it’s your favorite song that we’ve ever done.”

You laughed and cuddled against him when he pulled you close.

He ran his hand up and down your arm. “I'm glad you’re feeling a little better, honey.”

You gave a contented sigh. “Me too.”

It had started to rain when you got home, and there was still a gentle, steady drumbeat on the roof that matched the hazy blue wash against your windows. Josh held you close and told you about what they’d worked on in the studio, and before long, the warmth of his voice and the sound of the rain worked as surely as a lullaby to pull you towards sleep.

Josh brushed his thumb over your cheek. “You’re so beautiful, baby,” he said softly.

You tilted your face up for a kiss, and he obliged you. He was all love and gentleness and warmth, as he always was, and you melted into his touch.

“You love me lots, don’t you?” you asked.

“Yes, baby. Lots and lots.”

“Oh good,” you said, cosy and sleepy and content in the safety of his arms. “I love you lots too.”

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davidlikesguys02 · 1 year

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Your Sisters Boyfriend

Word count: 1,558

M/n: male name

E/c: eye color

Warnings: cheating Nate Jacobs, you make out with Nate, you and Maddy are siblings, there is some parts in Spanish. What do you think is going to happen next? Leave your answers in the comments. Pt 2 anyone?

Pt 2

GIF not mine

You're in your bed listening to some music when Maddy walks in, you take out one of your headphones “get changed we’re going out tonight?” “Where are we going?” “To McKay’s party” “ugh” “common please” “fine” “BB and kat are going to come over to pick us up” “actually I’m walking” “Are you sure” “yea, I’ll just meet you there” “alright”

You get up and Maddy walks out of your room, you begin to change. You grab a pink shirt and a pair of blue jeans and put them on, you grab your pair of white and black converse. You walk over to your closet and open a small little box, you grab a small cherry necklace.

“M/n are you sure you don’t want a ride to the party?” “No I’m good I’ll just meet you there” “okay” she closes the door behind her and you can hear as she walks down the stairs. After a few minutes you are finally ready and walk out of your room “tienes cuidado mijo” “ok” you walk towards her and give her a hug

You open the front door and walk out, you begin to walk down the sidewalk when you hear a car honk at you, you watch as a white truck pulls up next to you “hey M/n” you turn to look at Nate “hey? Is Maddy with you?” “No, I'm going to meet her at McKay’s party, want a ride?” You smile at him “sure” you open the door to his truck and get in. You put your seatbelt on and watch as the two of you begin to drive past some houses, you can hear the low music playing from the radio.

“Want a beer?” “No I’m good” “alright” the drive to McKay’s party is silent until you come to a red light “so are you single M/n?” You turn to look at him “yea” “how come you don’t have a girlfriend?” “Maybe cause I’m into guys and not girls” “oh cool” after that it’s silent for the rest of the drive.

After a few minutes you can hear the loud music blasting as you guys turn a corner, the car comes to a stop “thanks, see you inside” “alright M/n” you open the door and walk out of his car. You watch as he drives off looking for somewhere to park, you walk towards the entrance of the house and walk in.

You see Maddy in the distance and walk towards her “M/n!” She pulls you into a hug “you made it, I was getting worried” “wouldn’t miss it, what time are we going home?” “I don’t know” you watch as Nate walks in and towards you and Maddy. “Nate” Maddy wraps her arms around Nate’s neck and pulls him into a kiss. You walk away as the two of them begin to make out, you walk towards the kitchen where you see some shots lined up.

You grab one and feel as the warm liquid travels down your throat, you put the shot glass down and take another. “You should slow down” you turn to your side and see a handsome guy “im josh” “M/n” the two of you shake hands “wanna dance?” “Sure” you grab his hand and walk towards the living room.

You feel as he grabs your hips and the two of you begin to dance, you throw your hand around his neck and pull him closer. You look into his blue eyes and he looks into your e/c eyes, you lean in and kiss him. You feel as he pulls you closer not wanting to let you go, after a few minutes you pull away from the kiss and behind him from a corner of the room you can see Nate looking at you.

“I’ll be right back” “alright” you walk away from him and begin to look for the restroom, you open a random door and are relieved to have found the restroom. You walk in and do your business, once you're done you walk over to the sink and wash your hands. You dry your hands on your jeans and open the restroom door coming face to face with Nate.

“Excuse me” you try to walk past him but he grabs your arm “wait M/n” he walks into the restroom with you and locks the door behind him. You watch as he walks around you and you lay your back on the door “what do you want Nate?” He turns to look at you “I don’t know M/n” he walks closer towards you.

He comes up to you faces just inches apart “what about you what do you want M/n?” you look at his lips and then into his hazel eyes “maybe we want the same thing M/n” “I doubt it” you watch as he leans in closer “are you sure” you feel as he grabs one of your legs and throws it over his.

You finally give in and close the small gap between you, both of you moan into each other's mouths. You trail your hand through his hair, he pulls apart from the kiss and begins to suck on your neck making you moan “nate mmMm” all of the sudden you hear a knock “M/n are you okay?” Nate pulls away from your neck.

You look at Nate “yea I’m alright Josh” “are you sure?” “Yea…I’ll be out in a minute” “alright I’ll be waiting right here” you and nate begin to panic “you’re going to have to hide Nate and walk out when I leave” “wait..give me your phone” you pull your phone out of your pocket and hand it to him.

You watch as he begins to dial his number, he looks back at you and leans in for one final kiss. You pull him closer and feel as he holds your hips tightly, you finally pull away from the kiss “I have to go Nate” “can I see you again later tonight?” You smile “sure, I’ll text you when I get home” you give him one final peck on the lips and watch as he gets into the bathtub and closes the curtain behind him.

You finally look at yourself in the mirror and fix your messy hair “you look fine” you look at Nate through the mirror and smile. You go to open the door and see Josh standing outside “hey, I think I’m going to head home” “want me to drive you?” “Yea I would really appreciate that, let me find my sister” “alright”

You walk out of the restroom and close the door behind you, you begin to look for Maddy and see her dancing with her friends “Maddy” “M/n” ��I’m going to head home I’m not feeling good” “oh ok, do you want me to come with you?” “No, it’s fine I have a friend taking me home” “ohhh who is this mysterious man?” “He’s just a friend”

“Have you seen Nate?” “No, I haven’t. I’ll text you when I’m home” “alright be careful” you walk towards Josh and see Rue staring at you, you smile and wave at her. She just nods her head acknowledging you “I’m ready” “alright let’s go” the two of you walk outside and begin to walk towards Josh’s car.

He holds the door open for you “thanks” you take a seat and put your seatbelt on. You watch as he walks around the car and gets in, “alright, which way are we going?” “Just turn to your left and drive three blocks straight” “alright” you begin to feel the car move and you look out the window.

You bring your fingers up to your lips and smile “M/n?” “I’m sorry, what did you say?” “I said if you wanted to go out some time?” “Ummm I’m not sure” “it’s alright if you don’t want to” the car finally comes to a stop and you realize that you’re home “do you want my number?” “Yea” he hands you his phone and you dial your phone number.

“Thanks for the ride Josh” “anytime” you walk out of his car and watch as he drives away. You pull out your keys and unlock the door, you walk inside and lightly close the door making sure not to make any noise. You walk upstairs towards your room and begin to change into some comfortable clothes.

You lay in your bed and pull out your phone and text Maddy that you’re home, you also text Nate and wait a few minutes before he text you back *alright be there in 25 minutes* *alright* you wait a few minutes before Maddy slowly opens the door to your room “I’m home” “hey, did you have fun?” “Yea, what about you?” “Yes” “that's good I’m heading to bed” “alright”

You watch as she walks out of your room and towards hers, you feel your phone vibrate *im around the corner* *alright* you slip on your shoes and your grab keys. You quietly walk out of your room and down the stairs, you slowly open the front door and close it behind you.

You walk for a few minutes and finally turn the corner and see Nate’s familiar white truck, he rolls the window down “hey” “hey”

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sacredthethreadgvf · 1 year

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Sunshine On My Shoulders | Josh Kiszka x Reader

Warnings: SMUT!!! MINORS DNI! Josh being an asshole sorry, mentions of fearing thunderstorms, smoking the herb, fluff and angst..(if I missed any let me know)

Word Count: 11k+ get cozy friends

A/N: Hello. Hi. It has been SO long since I have had the motivation to sit down and write a fic but I wanted to share this little piece with you all. Who doesn't love a good friends to lovers trope with some spice in the mix? Go easy on me though, like I said it's been a little while since I have posted anything like this and it is so terribly edited…

Huge shoutout to @streamingcolors-gvf and @myfriendtheghost. Without either of you, I don't think this would have made it out of the dusty drafts in my google docs. I appreciate you both so very much.

Enjoy.

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The squeaky wheels of the shopping cart you were pushing were beginning to annoy you. The dull beep of items being scanned tuned out in your ears as a white noise to the god awful rattle of this stupid cart you had. How did you always manage to get the one cart with the broken wheel every time you went to the store? You hate grocery shopping. Too much noise, too many people all scrambling around to load up carts with fresh produce and frozen dinners for their families, and the gaudy white lights, ugh! You figured since you loved people watching so much you would enjoy being nosey and stare into people's carts to see what they had, I mean you may have missed something good back in the bakery aisle for all you knew. But you hated being here. You would rather instacart your groceries, or have curbside pick up than to venture into a store if you didn't have to.

But today was a last minute circumstance. A last minute circumstance for your best friend Josh. He had called you in a panic from a hotel room many states away a few days ago informing you that he had re hurt his already busted eardrum, and he had hurt it badly this time. Bad enough that he was coming home sooner than anticipated.He expressed to you over facetime how he felt he was helpless to take care of himself at times and for once, did not want to be left alone. So, he had asked you a favor. Deeming it the biggest favor he would ever ask of you and that he would pay you back at a later date to which you insisted against since it is what friends do for each other. Josh had asked you to come spend a few days with him so he could get settled back in at home. He had requested that you went to pick up some food for him on top of his medications that he needed to take for his ear. He had told you everything over the phone while you stood in your apartment and you tried your best to write everything down while he was rattling off specific ingredients for certain recipes. You had offered to make him his favorite soup for him that he had been complaining he missed so much these last few weeks on the road. He had swore it could cure all pain in an instant and you were determined to make it for him.

You two were going to be staying in the boy's vacation home, a nice little cabin in the hills of Tennessee so he could ‘get away from Jake and his amps’ for a while and immerse himself in nature. You of course happily obliged to his every request. Secretly pining on him for months now, you'd take any chance to spend time with him while he was home.

So this is how you ended up where you currently were, one of your least favorite places on the face of the planet earth. But if it was for him, you'd suck it up any day of the week.

With your car full of grocery bags and a packed duffle bag you began your trek to the hills of Tennessee outside of the bustling city of Nashville that you have been able to call home for the last couple of years. The drive was peaceful. You had made it a few times before after having the pleasure of being invited to a small weekend getaway with the boys and their lovers. Many memories were made in that cabin with your friends.

Pulling down the little dirt road that led to the cabin you weren't sure if you were giddy with excitement or if it was your brain trying its best to cover up your anxiousness. You were going to be spending the next few days with Josh alone. You've never had the chance to spend one on one time without Josh's brothers hanging out nearby or even just other people in general hanging around.

Seeing the cabin coming into view through the trees you saw Josh's Jeep already parked out front. “Hey Siri? Call Josh.” Even with the cabin being tucked away in the woods you were thankful cell service was still decently strong.

The phone rang a few times over the speakers in your car, “Hello?”

“Hey! I have arrived!” You announced as you put your car into park.

“Okay, the front door is unlocked. Need any help?”

“I got it Josh, dont worry about it!” You reached over your front seat to grab your purse and water bottle, preparing yourself to load up your arms with groceries and such.

“Okay, see you soon Sunny.”

Sunny..

Josh had given you the nickname Sunshine shortly after you two met and it had been shortened to Sunny after a while. He had told you that you reminded him of the warm sun on the first day of spring after the weather broke from a cold winter. That you lit up a room so effortlessly when you were around and had the ability to make everyone around you happy. And that's when you knew that you were in trouble. Your heart belonged to him but it felt so unrequited at times. His little touches he would graze over your skin when he thought no one was looking, the winks he would shoot your direction after he made a joke that caused you to laugh wildly, the blush you could swear would paint his cheeks when you would make flirty remarks..

And yet, whenever you felt like the line between friends would be crossed, he would pull away. The touches would become more sparse and you noticed he wouldn't look in your direction as often as he used to. But then he would jump right back in a few days later as if nothing happened. As if his cold behavior was just a minor occurrence. It confused you wildly. So you settled for pining after him and keeping him as close as he could be to you, as friends. As long as he was in your life, you didn't care.

You gathered up the grocery bags along your arms, clearly hurting yourself slightly in the process but you'll be damned if you had to make another trip. Unfortunately for you, you had abandoned your duffel bag back in the car and only realized it as you were pushing the front door of the house open. Josh had been spread out on the couch, writing furiously away in his journal as he had finally been able to put some finishing touches on the lyrics to a new song when he heard you. He saw you through the little archway in between the foyer, kitchen and living room.

“Sunny!” He beamed. “Oh my gosh, hang on, let me help you!”

Your arms were beginning to weaken at the heaviness of the bags but you shook your head wildly as he came bounding towards you.

‘You will do no such thing mister! Go sit back down!”

You tried to pull away from Josh's fingers grasping at the handles of the bags leaving red marks on your arms but didn't succeed as he pulled a few of them away from you.

“Sunny, don't be so stubborn, I feel okay right now!” He smiled widely at you, his dimple making an appearance on his cheek. You tried not to stare as you felt yourself redden in the face. Had you forgotten how he was so cute while he was away? How is it even possible that he came home more attractive..

You walked with him the short distance to the kitchen and after unloading the bags from your arms Josh walked towards you and gave you a side hug. “Thanks again for doing this for me Sunny.”

“Of course.” You smiled up at him.

“Did you hear about the storms that are supposed to happen tonight?” He asked, back turned towards you while you both started unloading the groceries.

“I did, yes! Are you prepared? I heard the wind might be bad and the power will go out because of that.”

Josh stopped and threw a cheeky smile over his shoulder at you. “And who said the power was going to go out?”

“Me! This cabin is in the middle of nowhere, I will give you $100 if the power does not go out.”

“Deal Sunny!” He smirked.

His smirk quickly diminished on his face as he felt a pain radiating through his ear to his jaw, you watched as he winced slightly.

“You okay?” You softly asked.

“Yeah..I mean, no. But it's okay.”

Josh turned his attention back towards the grocery bags and you. You were beating yourself up mentally for not really being able to carry on or start a conversation with him now that you two were alone together. There was easily so much you two could talk about right now. You were trying to rack your brain on whether or not you wanted to ask him about tour so soon because it was such a touchy subject right now. Or even bring up the state of his ear, deciding against that as well as it might add insult to injury. Just as you were about to ask him how his trip home was, Josh broke the silence in the room.

“Chicken broth?”

“Huh?” You responded.

“You got chicken broth?” Josh raised his voice slightly at you causing you to shrink back. Your eyes go wide at his tone of voice.

“I…- Josh..was I not supposed-...” You started rambling. Shocked at how he was speaking to you.

“Why the fuck would you get chicken broth for a vegetarian soup?!” You watched as he pinched the bridge of his nose and spun around. Your heart sank and started to quicken in your chest as your brain tried to comprehend how Josh's voice and attitude towards you changed at the flip of a switch. I mean you just got here..

He's never ever used that voice with you before with you and now..your arms began to stiffen at the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins and you started to ramble.

“Josh I- I don't know why I didn't think of-”

“Of course you didn't think. I mean why would that make any sense!” He snapped, still facing away from you in the kitchen.

“I'm sorry. I don't know why I-..”

“Just..-stop..now we can't have the soup. The one thing you knew I was looking forward to for the last few days. You think I can have chicken broth?! Useless..” Josh whispered the last part.

Your heart sank heavy in your chest. You had positively ruined the one thing Josh asked you to do for him. Your head had snapped up to look at him at his last word he chose to mutter out, only to see his eyes wide already looking at you. You felt like the two of you were standing there for hours, neither of you making a move. He watched as your eyes began to fill with tears and your face turned red.

You snatched your keys off the counter just as the first shaky breath of what felt like a panic attack coming on made its way through your chest.

You had to go, you had to get out of this house before he saw you break down. You couldn't let him see you like this.

You hastily slipped on your shoes not caring if you even put them on the correct foot and pushed the front door of the house open making haste to your car in the driveway. All the while you could hear Josh repeatedly calling out your name from behind you trying to stop you. It wasn't until he had successfully grabbed your arm while you were trying to get into the front seat of your car did you stop. By now you had tears spilling down your cheeks and you refused to look directly at him.

“Y/N please, Y/N I'm sorry I didn't mean it-..” He pleaded with you, grip strong on your left arm.

“Josh, please let me go.” you let out a shaky breath, closing your eyes causing more tears to rush down your cheeks.

“No,” He paused to wipe a stray tear falling down your cheek. “No, I'm not letting you go. I'm sorry Y/N I didn't mean what I said back there. I need you here, with me, please.”

“But why did you say all that..why did you talk to me like that.” You let out a shaky breath, looking down at your feet.

“Y/N I promise I didn't mean it, I've been irritated with other things and I kind of took it out on you and I shouldn't have. Not that that is a good excuse to say anything like that to you. I-I'm sorry.”

Josh's chest was rapidly rising and falling as he was looking at you. “Please please stay. I didn't mean it.”

You pushed him away from you.

“You don't think I know that!” You yelled at him.

You watched his face turn white as you connected your now bloodshot eyes with his own.

“Josh, you don't think I know half of the shit that you've been going through?! We talk almost every single day! I know how you haven't been feeling good and for crying out loud and I know this set back on tour is a lot to handle.I come here to help you out because you asked me to and because you're my best friend and you yell at me and call me useless right after I walk through your front door? Useless?! Seriously get fucked.” You turned away from him again grabbing your car door handle only for his arm to reach past your shoulder and shove it closed.

“Y/N, please..!”

“Josh, let me fucking GO!”

He held his arm steady against the crease of the car door and you snapped your eyes at his face and glared at him the best you could. You hoped that your piercing glare would get the message across. You watched as he drew his lips together in a tight line and rubbed his nose against his white sleeve before looking back at you. You crossed your arms and continued to glare at him.

Just as he was about to begin speaking to you again you clicked the little red button on your key fob and the car alarm started blaring. You lifted your chin at him in defiance.

You watched as his face dropped, as if you could read his face saying ‘really?’.

He rolled his eyes. “Y/N. Seriously?”

“Yes seriously. Get off my car you fucking criminal.”

“Criminal?” He glared at you.

“Yes criminal! You're holding me hostage!”

He giggled, arm still perched against your car door, alarm still blaring.

“You know there's 3 other doors you can crawl into this vehicle through. I'm not doing anything.” You watched as the corners of his mouth were fighting off a smile, his eyes gave it away though how funny you were to him which only fueled the anger you felt.

“Fuck you Joshua!”

Your anger intensified even more as he laughed out loud. “I'm just saying Sunny! You're more than capable of getting into your vehicle right now!”

“You're so annoying!”

“Oh yeah? What else?” His stupid smirk was beginning to break through your tough barrier without you even realizing it.

“You're an asshole! A prick! The worst person I've positively ever met in my entire life!”

“Wow, Sunny. I never thought I'd see your true colors!” He finally threw a full smile in your direction which quickly fell as he watched your eyes narrow even further at him.

You turned your back to him then. Car alarm still going off.

You heard him sigh. “Y/N? Sunny? I'm sorry I yelled at you and said you were useless. That was totally out of line for me and I don't know why I even said it in the first place because you are the best thing that has happened to me in a very long time. I don't think I would be able to survive without you to be honest. I'd probably be stuck on the side of the road somewhere like a lost puppy if it weren't for you keeping me in check and taking such good care of me. Will you please forgive me for the horrid, horrid comment I made in the kitchen? Let me make it up to you.”

You didnt turn back to face him, but you clicked that little red button on your key fob and your car went quiet. You heard him let out a breath behind you. You began tapping your foot against the gravel. Were you really about to forgive this asshole? Probably. I mean he was right that he wouldn't be able to survive without you..and his stupid cute face, his smile and those dimples were your ultimate kryptonite..

“Fine Joshua. I will stay, but understand you have some major, major groveling to do.”

You turned back to face him and Josh whisked you into his arms faster than you could blink.

You felt his arms wrap around you and a hand immediately finding its place on the back of your head holding you tight like you were going to slip away at any moment. Your arms did not reciprocate, only loosely wrapping around his torso as he clung to you like his life depended upon it.

The sadness in your chest had dissipated. Not into comfort, warmth, or happiness. The anger stuck.

“Josh, why would you even say something like that to me in the first place though?” You pulled your head away from his grasp to look at him directly. You could see the remorse still painted clearly across his face. Just as he was about to open his mouth and respond, the sound of tires crunching on gravel cut you both short.

Josh sighed and looked between you and the car that was approaching. “My mom is here.”

He dropped his arms from around you and you watched as he opened your back seat door and grabbed your duffle bag, slinging it over his right shoulder.

“Hey kids!” Karen greeted you both with a wide smile stepping out of her car. “What's up!”

Both you and Josh put up appearances as if, whatever it was, didn't just happen between you two.

“Hey mama!” Josh walked around the front of the car to give his mom a big hug.

“Hey Mrs. Kiszka” You waved at her with a small smile.

“Did you just get here honey? I hope I wasn't interrupting anything.” She shot a wink at Josh, which to his luck, you had missed but his cheeks now sported a light pink color.

“Yeah, I was just helping her unload her things ma.”

“Oh perfect, then you can grab these bags from my car too!” She opened the back seat of her car. “I stopped to pick up some groceries for you since I know you've been on tour for so long, figured I'd help restock the fridge.”

Josh whispered a soft thank you. Neither of you made a move to mention that you had just gone grocery shopping for him not a few hours ago.

“Let me help too Mrs.Kiszka.” You smiled and held an open arm for her to place grocery bags into.

“Thank you sweetheart!”

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You, Josh and Karen had successfully brought all 6 grocery bags into the house without an issue setting them onto the counter next to where the already more than empty grocery bags from your trip now sat.

“Oh! I didn't realize that you had already done some grocery shopping sweetie!” Karen said, beginning to unload fresh carrots from a brown paper bag.

Josh cleared his throat and glanced across the kitchen island at you, giving you a small smile. “Yeah, Y/N here was generous enough to go for me today. She even picked up my medicine that I needed since I still cannot really drive due to random bouts of vertigo.”

“Ohh how sweet of you Y/N” Karen said. “Thank you for taking such good care of Joshua for me. He always speaks highly of you and I can see why.”

“You're welcome Mrs.Kiszka, of course” You smiled at her sheepishly, your cheeks now sporting a red hue.

You had only met Karen a few times and had a few brief conversations with her. For some reason she made you nervous. I guess that's what happens when you are crushing on somebody's son who loves their mother more than anything. You constantly hope for approval from them.

You were blissfully unaware that Josh was watching your every move. He found it endearing how nervous you got around his mother, how you fidgeted with your fingers and blushed furiously.

“Joshua, stop staring and help me unpack these groceries?” Karen smirked in his direction.

You watched as Josh's face now matched yours in color.

Was he really just staring at you? What the fuck?

You were in the middle of unpacking eggs from the bottom of a brown paper bag when Josh dropped an item onto the floor. “Fuck.” He murmured.

He bent down to pick it up just as you snapped your eyes in his direction. You watched as he locked eyes with you and set the container of vegetable broth back on the counter as Karen was behind you clearing out space in the fridge.

“Joshua Michael, you have moldy fruit in here..”

Josh's eyes snapped behind you to look at his mom while she was scolding him.

You were focused on the container of veggie broth sitting on the kitchen counter now, almost taunting you.

You felt overwhelmed all of a sudden and you hastily finished clearing out the bag in front of you. “I'm going to excuse myself to take a shower if you two don't mind. I feel a little gross after running around all of Nashville today.”

“Of course sweetie!” Karen said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and giving you a light squeeze. You smiled at her and leaned into the side hug. Karen gave the best hugs.

Josh nodded at you. “Upstairs and straight back in the hallway is the bathroom. There should be fresh towels. If they're not out, the third cabinet on the left should have some fresh towels.”

“Thanks.”

Josh gave you a small smile and reached to grab the moldy blueberry container that Karen had begun waving around again.

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The hot water pouring from the shower head felt divine against your sore muscles. You took your time scrubbing, exfoliating, standing underneath the hot stream of water and letting the water cascade down your face or your back. You weren't in a rush to get out of the shower. Not when it felt this good, and not when you were trying to avoid being downstairs again. You were still upset that Josh had even spoken to you in such a way over something as small as Chicken broth. But as you mulled it over in the water some more, you couldn't really believe yourself but you started to empathize with his little outburst due to the recent events and you still felt slightly guilty that you couldn't deliver the one thing he kept bringing up over and over again the last few days. Almost as if the universe had a vendetta against you, you felt the hot water turn lukewarm and then almost ice cold instantly as the water reserve from the hot water tank drained in its entirety.

You let out a groan as you realized your time in the shower had now come to an end unfortunately.

You grabbed the white fluffy towels sitting on the counter next to you and wrapped your body up, trying to warm back up as the water had really put a damper on your skin temp. Thankfully, you had remembered to grab your duffle bag from the bottom of the staircase where Josh had left it before you came upstairs.

Putting on your favorite comfy clothes and taking the time to do your after shower routine, you realized you really couldn't stay upstairs much longer.

Opening the bathroom door, the smell of spices and comfort food filled your senses. It had been a long time since you had a good home cooked meal and your tummy grumbled loud to remind you of such.The frozen dinners and the take out during the week had turned into an often occurrence for you when you were in a pinch. And it felt like you were in a pinch very often these days.

You were about to start descending down the stairs when you caught hushed voices coming from the kitchen.

“...I was so mean to her mama, I really messed up.” You heard Josh plead.

“You know Josh,” You heard Karen hush back. “That girl cares about you. A lot. I can see that very clearly from the few times that I have spent with all of you. You are my son yes but you know I don't sugar coat shit. I am surprised she even stayed.”

“Me too.”

“You will have some making up to do no doubt. But I think you are off to a great start here.”

While you were doing your best to go unnoticed by the two in the kitchen, you hadn't realized the banister you were leaning against at the top of the stairs wasn't the steadiest unfortunately. Just your luck, one of the screws had popped out of the wall that was holding said banister up and rolled quite loudly down the wooden steps until it made it to the bottom of the staircase.

You rushed down after it, beat red in the face. Picking it up you looked up and made eye contact with Josh and Karen who were both trying hard not to laugh.

“Im sooo sorry Josh! I didnt mean to break-..”

Josh held his hand up, “Let me guess, top screw from the banister. That fucking thing will never stay in the wall.” He shook his head and made his way over to you. He touched your elbow as you put the screw into his extended hand and you two held each others gaze for a brief moment before you broke away from his touch.

“Well you two, I am out of here.” Karen said, grabbing her purse from the counter.

“You're not staying for dinner mama?” Josh asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“I do have other children, Joshua. Plus, I promised Jacob I would spend the night at his house since Jita is out of town currently. You're in good hands here anyways.” She shot a wink in your direction.

You flushed and watched as her and Josh shared an embrace before she approached you.

“If you need anything honey, my phone number is on the fridge.” She pulled you into her embrace and you two squeezed each other.

“Don't let him get into too much trouble now.” She whispered.

“And you two stay safe! Joshua if anything happens I'm a call away.” She said as she approached the front door.

“Thank you mama!”

“Thanks Mrs.Kiszka”

“You two behave yourselves!” She winked at you both as the front door shut.

“Hi” Josh smiled at you sheepishly.

“Hey.” You responded.

“I made my famous pasta dish if you're hungry.” He gestured behind him.

“I thought I was supposed to be making dinner for you tonight.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you made your way to the barstool directly across from him. “Also, was I in the shower that long?”

He laughed and turned around to spoon contents from the pan on the stove into a white bowl.

“Not terribly long, no. Also, I cannot promise this is the best thing you will ever eat but,” He set a bowl in front of you. “Consider this an apology?”

“Not the best thing? Josh, I thought this was your ‘famous pasta dish’!” You grinned at him.

“Oh shove it!” He matched your smile.

You brought a forkful of the hot contents up to your mouth enjoying the flavors of the sauce and the herbs mixing together in perfect harmony. It was easily one of the best things you have tasted in awhile. “I accept your apology, I think.”

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Not a few hours later you sat with bellies full of pasta, wine and the two of you were now picking at Josh’s version of a desert charcuterie board which consisted of graham crackers, fruit, marshmallows and chocolates that he scoured his cabinets for, minus the blueberries of course.

There was a comfortable silence between the two of you, John Denver’s voice filling the background. All that happened earlier was forgiven through bouts of shared laughter and talking through shared memories you had made together, and listening to the stories from the tour. The good ones only of course.

The first few notes of Sunshine on my Shoulders began to play through the speakers of the record player.

“Dance with me Sunny?” Josh asked, extending a hand out to you. “I know this is one of your favorite songs.”

You took his hand and watched as he gave you his signature wide smile that was only ever reserved for when he seemed to be truly happy. Josh pulled you softly into his arms, one hand laid on your lower back, the other holding your left hand. Your right arm comfortably lay underneath his left, feeling the strength of his back muscles through his yellow jacket he was sporting. You allowed yourself to truck your head into the crook of his neck, his smell consuming your senses. You could feel his steady heartbeat on the tip of your nose as you two swayed slowly in the kitchen.

If I had a day that I could give you

I'd give to you a day just like today

If I had a song that I could sing for you

I'd sing a song to make you feel this way

Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy

Your heart almost stopped in your chest at the sound of him beginning to sing softly along with the lyrics. Only a few hours ago you were mad at him and now those feelings of frustration have been whisked away with the sound of his soft voice.

Fuck you wanted this man so bad. And who knows, maybe he did have feelings for you too. I mean, who else would just wrap someone up, swaying in a kitchen after drinking wine and enjoying a nice meal like that. But then again, you thought of what everyone who was close with Josh would say at dinner parties or late nights out at the bars.

“Josh doesn’t date. Don’t get your hopes up”

“Josh is picky about girls.”

“Josh is good at stringing girls along and breaking their hearts, I’ve seen it! It’s true! He gets close to these girls, takes them on a few dates or has them over and then never talks to them again.”

“He’s not called the heartbreaker for nothing.”

You were no longer focusing on the song or Josh's soft humming, more on the intoxicating feeling of him, the smell of him and the thought that he could rip your heart to shreds in an instant. Everything about Josh invited you in and kept a strong hold on your heart. You felt the pang of sadness course through your heart at the thought that you could probably never have this man in your life the way you wanted. You would never be able to experience the feeling of being swept up in his arms after a long day. The feeling of his lips across your skin. How he looked in the morning all curled up in his bed right here at home.

Your body must have stiffened slightly in Josh's arms and of course he noticed the change immediately.

“Sunny? Everything okay?” He asked, pulling back away from you a bit to look down at your face.

“Huh?” You tried to play it off. “Oh, yeah, yes, I just…have a bit of a headache coming on. Too much wine probably.”

You knew he knew it was a lie, you could see it clear as day on his face. You two each only had maybe 3 glasses and this man has watched you pound tequila sodas and shots and still be able to function almost completely fine. But for some reason he didn’t press you for a further explanation.

“Want some tylenol?” He asked, disconnecting your bodies from one another. His hands rested softly in the bottoms of your elbows.

You shrugged, “Sure. I might head to bed though. These headaches can end up being bad if I don’t get horizontal soon.”

He nodded and gave you a sad smile. “I get it, trust me. Let me grab some water for you too.”

You felt the tension in the room peak at an all time high for the first time tonight as you watched Josh float around his kitchen grabbing a glass, filling it up and emptying two pills into the palm of his hand. You graciously took the items from him.

You watched as Josh began to clean up the items in the kitchen before placing the now empty glass of water into the sink where Josh was currently scrubbing away at a pot.

“Goodnight Josh.” You bumped his shoulder awkwardly.

“Sleep well Sunny.” He bumped yours back.

You wrapped your arms around your torso almost in a protective manner, or almost as if you were cold and began to make your way up the staircase. You stopped at the 4th step and turned around. “Hey Josh?”

A smile spread on your face as you watched just his head poke out from behind the kitchen wall. “Yeah?”

“Thank you. For dinner, a-and for letting me stay here with you.”

He gave you a smile, “Of course Y/N. Thank you for staying.”

You nodded and turned back around heading towards the guest room on the opposite side of the hallway from Josh's room. The second the door clicked closed you felt overwhelmed again and tears began to pool in your eyes again.

God, you wanted him bad. You'd give anything.

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You woke up suddenly to a pitch dark room and a thumping heart, completely unsure as to why at first. Maybe a bad dream? Your eyes tried to adjust to the darkness around the room and you pulled the blankets up to your chin. You hated to admit it but sometimes being immersed in complete darkness made you unbelievably uncomfortable. Especially when you were in an unfamiliar place.

Which reminded you that you had a salt lamp on when you fell asleep in the room yet it was off. Why would it be off? You definitely didn’t turn it off. Maybe Josh popped in and turned it off while you were asleep?

Suddenly a bright flash filled the room and your heart rate picked up again, immediately anticipating the crash of thunder that followed. Yet you still felt yourself flinch underneath the covers of the warm bed as you felt the thunder shake the wood of the house as if it were easily breakable under immense force. With your senses now heightened you picked up on the sound of the wind howling outside, the sound of the rain picking up against the window pane. You were so lucky that the foot of the bed happened to be just at the edge of the window and right up against the exterior wall.

Another boom of thunder and you were now completely buried underneath the blankets. You never were a huge fan of thunderstorms, particularly at night. With the conclusion that you were probably not going to sleep anytime soon, you reached out of the safety of your blankets and snagged your phone off the bedside table, disconnecting it from the charger as it had no use when the power was out anyways.

12:32 AM.

You sighed and opened up your messages and clicked on your last message bar with Josh.

To Josh:

Hey. Any chance you're awake?

You laid there for a few moments, pulling up the weather app on your phone as the storm continued to pick up intensity outside.

Josh:

Just so happens that I am awake. I am downstairs, care to join?

You threw the covers off of yourself and turned the flashlight on your phone as you opened the bedroom door. You could see at the end of the hallway a soft glow of flickering orange. As you descended the stairs and into the living room you could see Josh clad in nothing but a white t-shirt and a pair of boxer briefs practically bouncing around the room with a lighter, lighting different candles in various parts of the room.

“Overkill much?” You huffed a laugh as he jumped at the sound of your voice.

“I would very much like to see where I am going in my house, Sunny.”

Another flash of lightning cut through the orange glow followed by a large boom of thunder once again testing the sturdiness of the house. You had winced from the flash and the sound of the thunder and didn't catch Josh looking at you now from across the room.

“You okay Sunny?”

“Yeah, thunderstorms… aren't really my thing.” You said as you made your way to the couch in the center of the room covered in blankets and pillows that weren't there earlier.

“I was going to come wake you actually, I'm glad you texted me. Figured it might be safer to shack up on the first floor of this house during the storms in case of anything bad happening.” He said as he made his way to the opposite end of the couch mirroring your position.

“You think something bad is going to happen?” You asked softly, pulling the blanket up to your chin.

Josh sat up straight quickly grabbing onto your covered foot. “No Sunny, gosh no! We are very safe here! I just wanted you to be downstairs with me so I could keep an eye on you. Especially more so now that I know you don't really like thunderstorms.” He gave you a sympathetic smile.

“I do feel better being down here with you Josh, thank you.”

“Of course Sunshine, anything for you.”

The shrill sound of an alert coming from both of your cellular devices caused you to jump practically into Josh's lap to which he let out a small giggle and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “Its okay Sunny. I can't promise this little piece of technological imprisonment won't ruin your mind but I will do everything in my power to make sure it won't hurt you.” You watched as Josh swiped the notification away on his phone.

“What is the warning for Josh?” You asked in a small voice, heart once again pounding in your chest. You couldn't tell if the rush of adrenaline was from the loud shrill of a government alert or from the feeling of Josh's fingers softly rubbing your shoulder and the feather of his breath across your forehead. Both were most likely a contributing factor.

“Just a thunderstorm warning Sunny. But we will be okay. We have a sturdy shelter we are in right now, we have each other, I stand by my promise that I won't let anything hurt you.” He pulled you further into his lap then. Wrapping his arms around your waist and dragging you up until you laid in between his legs facing away from him, his legs lay on either side of your body.

Your heart leapt in your chest again. You were happy you were facing away from him so he couldn't see the deep red blush painted across your cheekbones as he moved your hair from the side of your face and neck to give him room to hang his head on your shoulder without having any barrier between his and your skin. The feeling of his breath through his nose on your neck was causing goosebumps to raise on your skin. The sound of the storm battering the windows and the soft feeling of his lips now grazing the side of your neck ever so slightly. Or you might just be imagining the feeling of his lips against you. Either way, his actions were causing your heart to continue to leap in your chest. He must've noticed because you felt the exhale of his breath come out fast against your pulse point.

“Sunny, like I said, no need to be nervous because of the storm-..”

Yeah, because your heart racing out of your chest was now solely because of the storm.

“I may or may not have a few joints pre rolled for special occasions”

“This is a special occasion? Me being terrified of a storm?”

Josh barked out a laugh against your ear. “Exactly so Y/N.”

“Well, I haven't really smoked in a long time, but why the hell not.” You rolled your eyes.

“That's the spirit!” Josh said, tapping the outside of your thigh to signal you to get up so he can retrieve said joints.

You watched from the comfort of your spot on the couch where Josh was just sitting moments before as he padded across the living room to a bookshelf. You watched him move a few books around before an “Aha!” sound came from his direction and he turned back to you with a little container. You watched as he waved the little box in the air and shot you a wink.

“Flounder!”

You snorted. “I'm sorry, flounder?”

Josh jumped back onto the couch spot next to you, his thighs pressing up against your calves as you were sitting cross legged facing him, giving you the perfect view of his side profile.

“Yeah Sunny! Flounder! Like, I-found-her. Don't tell me you don't get it!” He sent you a dazzling smile as he was unwrapping the bag containing the joints.

“You're such a goober, oh my god!” You laughed again, pushing your hand against the side of his shaved head.

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A few minutes later you were now in a slight haze from the joint, feeling more relaxed now than you have since you were rudely awoken by the storm and the pitch black room. You and Josh were silently passing the joint back and forth between you, embracing the soft flickers of candle light together and surprisingly the more you set in, the less and less you were fearful of the rain hitting the windows.

“Sunny?” Josh asked, giggling slightly. “You good?”

You hadn't realized you zoned out and Josh had been holding the joint out to you again and you had failed to notice. “Huh? Oh! Yeah, I was just zoning out I guess.”

Josh giggled again, “No problem.”

You leaned your head back against the couch as you listened to Josh start to softly hum next to you in between puffing on the joint every once in a while.

“Sunny, you greened out or do you want to try and shotgun? The joint is almost gone, no pressure though..” He sounded nervous and his suggestion put you on edge. You knew how intimate shotgunning could be and the thought of being that close to Josh made your head spin.

“I guess I could take one more hit.”

“Atta girl,” Josh said, tapping your knee motioning for you to angle your body towards him. “It won't be that rough anyways, you know.”

You nodded, head spinning and heart beating wildly in your chest as he mirrored your position now.

“So how are we going to-..how do you want to-..how..” You stuttered out.

“Sunny, it's just me, relax, follow my lead.”

You gulped as his hand rested on your knee now. You watched as he brought the joint to his lips and pulled harshly. Causing the end of the joint to burn a bright orange. Quicker than you anticipated his eyes snapped up to your face, nostrils flared and he pulled your chin towards him.His lips now grazed yours ever so slightly, and your breath caught in your throat as you parted your lips slightly. The smoke escaped around the both of you as you had forgotten to inhale, easily intoxicated by the feeling of him being so close to you now. Josh let out a silent giggle, you could feel his plush lips turning up into a smile against yours.

Josh pulled back slightly and smiled at you. “Sunny, you forgot to inhale!”

You blushed furiously looking anywhere but his face, suddenly your hands seemed to be super interesting as your mouth grew dry. You weren't sure if it was from the weed or all the stress you have been through this entire evening. “Yeaaahh..oops?” You let out softly.

Josh giggled wildly. “You're adorable when you get flustered.”

Your eyes snapped to his face now, you watched as he took another inhale of the joint. “Who said I was flustered!”

He smiled as he exhaled and reached forward to knock the ash off the bottom of the joint into the ashtray sitting on the table. He turned back to you immediately after, lips twitching at the corners of his mouth.

“You look so pretty in the candlelight right now..” Josh whispered, his fingertips grazing your cheekbone, his eyes following his fingers.

You're unsure of who officially closed the distance first in your inebriated state of mind but next thing you knew his soft, plush, wet lips were softly pressed against yours. The feeling of his hand buried in your hair was the only thing that you could really focus on in that moment. The joint abandoned between Josh's fingers on his other hand between you, burning away..

Josh's soft, pillowy lips were dragging you into the most intense high you have ever experienced. He tasted sweet and felt even sweeter. The feeling of your lips finally melding together after months and months of pining felt like a drink of cold water on a hot summer's day.

Your bottom lip was briefly captured between his teeth and you felt him slightly nibble and then pull back. A gasp type moan escaped from you and Josh flashed you a dazzling smile before diving right back in. Josh's hand slipped down now from your hair into your lap, giving your thigh a squeeze. His squeeze turned into him desperately grabbing at you trying to pull you closer as your fingers gripped his jaw, tongues fighting each other for dominance.

“Mmmm, come here..” Josh turned away from you quickly to put out the burning joint in the ashtray and like lightning he gripped on your hips bringing you onto his lap, straddling him. His fingertips were now brushing up the hem of your sleep shirt to graze at the skin of your hips as your mouths reconnected again in a fervent fashion. The feeling of his soft, cold fingertips against your delicate skin causing you to momentarily gasp into his mouth and goosebumps fly across your skin. You felt yourself becoming more and more turned on by the moment and he explored your mouth with his. As you gripped onto the back of Josh neck harder, dragging him impossibly closer, his hips rose up and you could clearly feel his hard on pressing against your core causing you to let out the loudest mona of the night in your throat. Josh quickly pulled away from you causing you to panic slightly.

“Fuck Sunny, Im sorry.” he said, brushing a piece of hair away from your face. “I'm clearly getting ahead of myself here.”

You grabbed onto his face, forcing him to look you directly in the eyes. “No, no you're not. I want this.” You pecked his lips lightly. “I want you.”

“Fuck.” Josh gasped out and when your mouths met again, it was clear you both were about to cross the boundary between friends and neither of you had a problem with it.

You felt Josh's fingers slowly begin to drag up your sides underneath your shirt. Slow enough that it was frustrating for you. You hastily grabbed onto the bottom of the shirt and tore it off of you causing Josh to giggle. “Slow down Y/N, I want to savor this.”

His eyes turned a darker hue in the candle light as he took in the sight of your chest, finally bare for him. He wasted no time grabbing onto both of your breasts and squeezing the supple flesh together moaning out another ‘fuck’ under his breath. His mouth finally attached itself to one of your nipples, pulling and rolling the sensitive bud in between his lips. You felt his teeth graze against your nipple causing you to throw you head back. He left sloppy kisses across your chest as he moved to give the other one some much needed attention.

“Fucking hell Josh.” You moaned as you felt yourself becoming more and more aroused.

He looked up at you with hooded eyes and a slight smirk on his lips.

That stupid fucking smirk again.

His fingers now grazing your nipples simultaneously as your mouths reconnected again. You felt him begin to pull and tug on your breasts causing you to toss your head back again and he watched you get drunk on the feeling of his hands and now his very, very obvious hard on through his briefs as you had begun grinding yourself along his impressive length once more. his right hand still on your hip encouraging your steady movement.

The feeling of him hard and tucked away between your thin sleep shorts and his thin boxer briefs started driving you mad. Your moans now freely flowing out as you focused on Josh's face watching yours. Your foreheads practically pressing together. Josh let out a soft moan, causing you to clench around nothing.

“That feel good, sweet girl? Are you making a mess of your panties on top of me right now? I bet you are..”

You watched as Josh looked down to where you were dragging yourself lazily along his length, both of his hands now pressed into your hips guiding you along. You watched as his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes snapped back up to yours.

“Y/N, can I please touch you? You're driving me crazy..”

“Please..” You said, dragging your lips against his right ear, pulling his golden hoop in between your lips and sucking softly.

This must’ve thrown him off the edge because next thing you knew, he was pushing you down on your back and he was leaning over you, finger tips grazing over your clothed core.

A fresh tingling feeling made its way to your lower half as his soft fingers grazed a small path right up your slit to where your covered clit was and all the way back down again. Josh watched your eyebrows furrow in pleasure. He couldn't believe he finally had you in the way he dreamed of but never admitted out loud. So many late nights were spent in the confined spaces of his bunk on the tour bus, fighting the urge to touch himself underneath the covers at the thought of you.

You felt his fingers now dip underneath the seam of your underwear and graze across your wet core. A shameful moan escaped you as you felt his fingers at first slowly graze against the wetness then switch up and apply more pressure, breaking against the dam to truly feel you.

“Oh my fuck, my sweet girl, youre so wet.” Josh let out what sounded like a painful moan.

“A-all for you Josh”

Your head snapped back as his finger came in contact with your swollen clit, swirling around it a few times. Watching how your body reacted to him in complete awe.

He ripped away from you then, causing a pathetic moan to come out of your mouth at the loss of contact. “I need to get these clothes off of you babe. I need to see you, and feel you even more.”

You watched from your spot as Josh pulled his own shirt over his head and then dragged your shorts and underwear down. Your legs clamped shut, suddenly feeling a bout of self consciousness.

“Hey,” Josh whispered. “It's just me Sunny, no need to be shy.”

His fingers tips slowly grazing a path from your ankles up to your knees. You nodded at him when he lifted an eyebrow at you and his hands made the move to part your legs. You watched as his lips parted and his eyes grow wide as he finally saw all of you for the first time.

“Oh my god,” he whispered. “Come here.”

Josh moved to kneel down on the floor in front of the couch, dragging your hips as best as he could along the way. You were now sitting up, hips against the edge of the couch as Josh began to trail sloppy kisses up one thigh and down the other.

“Josh” You moaned out breathlessly, diving your fingers into his curls on the top of your head as best you could as he was moving.

He nipped the inside of your knee ever so lightly, “Mmmm, I love hearing you say my name like that.”

“Josh, please..” You tried to drag him up to your core, desperate to feel him against you.

“I can't even begin to tell you how many times I have thought about you like this. In my bunk, in my hotel room shower, in the green rooms..”

You watched as he looked up at you and winked just before finally dragging his tongue along your slit. Your core clenched around nothing at the contact of his warm, wet tongue against you and a moan ripped through your chest as he did it again, only this time he stopped at the top of your clit and sucked lightly.

“Mmmm, you taste so much better than I imagined.”

Your body felt like it was on fire with the pleasure rippling from your core spreading to your toes and your fingertips as he continued this pattern between licking through your folds to your entrance and then dragging up to your clit again. He gave your clit a few soft kisses before diving between your fold again. Moans were freely flowing through your mouth by now and Josh was hanging onto your legs to prevent you from clamping around his head from the pleasure shaking through your body.

You felt as he pulled one of your lower lips into his mouth, sucking sharply before releasing and repeating on the other side. He then turned his focus to your clit sucking sharply there, thrashing his head side to side every now and then.

You were already teetering on the edge of your release, so much so that when you felt Joshs fingers push past your entrance and curl up a few times along with his assault on your clit, your body went aflame with white hot pleasure as you released all over his fingers, clenching wildly.

You couldn't hear your own moans through the contractions of your orgasm but you were pretty sure you were screaming his name.

Josh was still slowly dragging his fingers in and out of you as you were still clenching around him. You felt him kissing the inside of your thighs,alternating between both as he waited for you to come down.

“Holy fuck.” You breathed out, combing your fingers through the curls on the top of his head again. He chuckled against your thigh.

“Yeah?” He asked, looking up at you. “That was the hottest fucking thing ive ever had the pleasure of witnessing.”

You giggled as he stood up in front of you, pulling you to your feet as well, wrapping his arms around your waist to stabilize your shaky legs. “I almost came in my shorts.” he giggled, kissing your forehead.

You took note of how hard and heavy he was pressed against your leg. “Now its your turn.” You winked at him dropping to your knees and pulling his boxers down with you. You watched with wide eyes as his cock sprung forward in front of you. Your eyes widened and your core clenched again as you noted how long and thick he actually was. You looked back up at his face just as he was brushing your hair through his fingers, tugging you up lightly.

“Sunny, as much as I want that, I can't wait anymore, I need to be inside you. Please.” He cast doe eyes down at you, eyebrows furrowed as if he was in pain.

You smiled up at him, just as eager to feel him buried inside of you as you placed a wet kiss against his head watching his stomach muscles shudder.

“Oh Y/N..” He moaned and threw his head back. Just as you were about to repeat your actions, you felt Josh's hands under your arms, yanking you up to your feet again only to be pushed down into the same position you started off with him on the couch in the first place. Your legs hung open wide in anticipation for what was coming next.

Your lips connected once again, hot and heavy as you felt him start to drag himself along your core. Teasing your entrance, then back out and around the rest of your swollen core and then back again just teasing his head in and out of your briefly. Your body felt on fire again. The teasing from the anticipation of feeling him fully buried inside of you making the hars on your head stand at attention and goosebumps littering your skin. The feeling of lust driving you insane.

You pulled away from him, “Josh please please stop teasing me, I need you.”

“As you wish, sweet girl.”

With that, he pushed himself past the threshold of your entrance, slowly stretching you out. He was definitely bigger than those you had been with in the past and the feeling of him pressing against your walls made your eyes flutter shut. Josh let out a gasp as he finally was fully buried inside of you. Your eyes opened back again when he started thrusting inside of you only to see he was already looking down at you with that same pained expression on his face.

“Fuck Y/N, youre amazing. You feel so good.” His head dropped into the crook of your neck and he started placing sloppy kisses from your ear down to your collarbone, adding a few lips nips from his teeth here and there as he began thrusting harder.

You don't think you've ever felt so much pleasure and so full as his thrusts continued to become sharper against your cervix. His trimmed pelvic hair was adding just the right amount of friction to your clit with each thrust you were unsure how much longer you were going to last. His body, his scent, the way he felt was becoming so overwhelming for you. Tears began to prick the corner of your eyes as he leaned back on his knees dragging your hips up and changing the angle of his thrusts to now connect solely with your g-spot.

“Oh fuck, oh my fuck, right there!” You yelled out, hands grasping at the front of his thighs in desperation to stop his hard thrusts.

Josh smirked down at you, his dimple making its appearance on his cheek as he moved one of his hands from your thigh he was gripping onto tightly, to your lower belly and pressing down. Adding to the pressure on your g spot. “Is that it sunny? Is that the spot?”

You chanted out “yes” in time with his thrusts, brain feeling like it was going numb from all the pleasure that was spreading through your body. Just as you felt like you were about to pour over the edge finally, he pulled out and placed your hips down on the couch again.

You immediately pouted and thrashed your head side to side, “No no no come back no please..”

He shushed you immediately and rubbed the outside of your thigh, “Calm down honey, I just want to change positions. Come here.”

You watched him step off the couch and he guided you so you were leaning with your torso pressed up against the back of the couch, resting on your knees. You shook your hips at him trying to entice him to hurry and fill you up again. He giggled at your movements and brushed his hands along your hips down to your ass to spread you apart for him. You weren't sure why you were expecting him to be gentle but he was far from it as he roughly thrusted into you again. The new angle made your head spin immediately, once again you felt the hair on your head stand at attention as the only thing you could truly feel was how big he felt inside of you, his sharp unforgiving thrusts, and his hips snapping against you. “Oh fuck, you love it from behind dont you. Listen to you babe, you're a mess.”

You felt as Josh gathered your hair that was hanging down your back into a makeshift ponytail, pulling you back up against him so you were flush with his chest, his thrusts never fully slowing down. His teeth grazed your ear, “Do me a favor baby, I'm so close. Rub your clit, rub your pretty little clit like I know you do when you’re alone and wet and swollen. Show me how you treat her so nice, she makes you feel so good doesn't she?”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt him push you back against the couch, one hand still buried in your hair at the nape of your neck and the other grabbing roughly onto your hip as his thrusts became sharper. Your fingers trailed down to give your clit attention like he asked you to and you began rubbing sharp circles around it, making you clench around him.

Josh moaned out behind you, “Such a good girl, listening so well. I'm not going to last long. I need you to cum.” Josh's words sent you over the edge faster than you anticipated. The ball of pleasure snapped again in your core and you were clenching wildly around him. “There it is, there’s my good girl. Cum all over me. Just like that.” He wailed out. You felt as he pulled out of you, spurts of his cum landing on your lower back. Moaning along with him. You both took a moment trying to catch your breath and come back down to earth after such an intense high. Josh made the first move.

“Don't move yet, Sunshine.” He tapped your hip and you felt him move briefly behind you, grabbing a cloth of some sort and wiping his release off of your back. Both of you stood briefly, redressing and giggling amongst yourselves. Once you were both dressed, Josh dragged you down on top of him as he laid back on the couch wrapping you both up in the blankets. You snuggled your nose into the side of his neck as his arm that was wrapped around you was rubbing up and down your arm. Your body felt weak from the recent activities.

“Well that was a good distraction from the storm.” You giggled, tracing shapes softly onto his chest. He laughed wildly. “I guess you could say that Sunny.”

Silence fell amongst you two again and your mind started to wander. What did this mean for the two of you? Did you truly just ruin your friendship? How were you supposed to move forward..Josh noticed you tense up against him and he brushed his lips against your forehead breathing your scent in deeply. “What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

You sighed, “I just, I hope nothing is ruined between us Josh. I don't want to lose you in my life.

“Hey, hey..” He pushed himself up so now he was leaning over you, hand grazing your cheekbone. “Nothing is ruined between us. I want you in my life. I want you in my life for as long as you will have me Sunny. If it wasn't blatantly obvious before I hope it is now,” He paused and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips which you gladly reciprocated.

“I want to call you mine, I want to walk into a room with you and show you off, brag about you until people beg me to shut the fuck up.” You giggled at him.

“You truly are the sky, the moon, and the stars. You are wondrous, and I find myself falling in love with you more and more each day. My celestial love. Please let me call you my one and only.”

Instead of answering him with words you pulled him back into you, kissing him as hard as you could.

He giggled against your lips, “I'll take that as a yes.”

“Take it as an absolutely. Josh you have me, all of me.”

“I'm so happy to hear that love.” His fingers grazed against your cheekbone again. “My sweet, sweet Sunshine. You are so beautiful.”

He laid back down pulling you closer than before, tangling his limbs with yours and tucking your head against his chest practically suffocating you. “Lets go to sleep. Hopefully the power will be back on in the morning and I can make you your favorite breakfast.”

You hummed against him and buried your nose into his skin, basking in the scent of his natural musk. He made you feel so safe and wanted. You found your eyelids growing heavy finally.

“Hey Josh?” You mumbled.

“Hmm?”

“Shouldn't we blow out the candles before we fall asleep?”

You watched as he pinched the bridge of his nose, looking around the room at all the candles still burning away, “Why did I have to light so fucking many Sunny..”

You two giggled and you watched as he got up and started moving around the room blowing out each candle.

How did you end up here and get so lucky? You're not sure, but you could not wait to see where this went.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this fic of mine :) thanks for sticking around and finishing it. Tell me your thoughts !

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misshoneyimhome · 21 days

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I apologize if this was requested already after reading last night's chapter i got inspired innocence kink + breeding kink + daddy kink jewelry fetish + cum play + slight degradation + overstimulation + hand kink + exhibitionist i don't know about the daddy kink but i'm down with professor nylander

Oh, I’ve missed Professor Nylander 🫦💦 he’s such a good one to work on when you’re in need of something extra naughty and filthy 😈 😏

And babe, I don’t think anyone has ever requested all of this (at least not at the same time 😉) but it did give me a lot to work with 😊🤍 Though I did forget about the breeding kink... my apologies!

Still hope you enjoy it 🙏🏼

Warnings; 18+ smut; oral sex (m receiving); fingering; unprocted sex (p in v); dom/sub (ish); basically everything in the request ⬆️

Word count; 5.6K

[Prof!Willy x reader]

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Please, excuse me I don't mean to be rude… But tonight I'm fuckin' you I William Nylander [AU] 🖋️⚡️💦

You just couldn't stop staring. The way his arm moved, his strong hand gripping the pen as he wrote on the board in the lecture hall had you completely captivated.

You were in your usual spot for Professor Nylander's class, but your thoughts were elsewhere.

It had been a few weeks since you'd had that little chat on the sofa, and though you hadn't talked about labels or anything further, what you knew was: a) neither of you were sleeping with anyone else, b) he'd shown jealousy when Josh Adams tried to flirt with you, and c) you didn't appreciate Angie Turner's attempts to come onto him.

And d) even though it was all kinds of wrong, you found yourself falling deeper into your relationship with Professor William Nylander.

In your mind, he was the most attractive man alive, and there was no one else for you. No one could compare to him, so all you could think was that you needed to get through the final months and exams, and then you could be together.

Well, if William was up for it, of course. You weren't entirely sure what was going on in his head. Every time you crossed paths, he kept it neutral and calm but when it was just the two of you, he could rock your world for hours.

And William was definitely skilled when it came to sex. The way his mouth worked on your sweet little tight core, could make your head spin. It was like he used magic when he added his fingers to the mix, curling them to hit your most sensitive spot and send you into overdrive.

Moreover, his member was nothing to be embarrassed about either. William had confidence, and you knew exactly why. Not just from his physical training as a child and teenager, aiming to become a professional hockey player before an ankle injury ended that dream. But also, from his skilled... well, everything. He was creative, to say the least. And to top it all off, his member had that slight curve to the right, hitting just the right spot over and over again.

However, your relationship had also slowly become more romantic and tender. Though you couldn’t go on public dates for obvious reasons, he had treated you to dinner a few times now, enjoyed at his place. Sometimes on the couch in front of the telly, which may or may not lead to passionate snogging sessions. And sometimes at the dining table, a romantic setting that may or may not end in a passionate encounter on the surface.

Alright, needless to say, your relationship was filled with raw and mind-blowing sex.

And today was no different.

As you watched him intently during the lesson, you had to stop yourself from biting your lip. His suit looked particularly sharp today, fitting nicely around his bum, and his rolled-up sleeves revealed his strong arms. He'd opted for dark grey trousers and a semi-loose white shirt, and you couldn't help but imagine how you'd unbutton it later.

Shaking your head to snap back to reality, you cleared your throat and refocused. Yet, as always, you felt a little tempted to stir things up, maybe ensuring you'd definitely get some action later. So, you sent him a text.

"Can’t wait to have those hands on me 🫦 you’re turning me on just by writing"

It wasn't anything too wild, but you knew it would provoke a reaction from William, and you couldn't wait to see how he'd respond.

You didn't feel sorry about what you’d done during the lecture. At least, not at first.

After the call, William had naturally invited you to join him for dinner, but that evening's meal turned out to be more than just a serving of Italian takeaway.

First things first were that he’d asked you to dress nicely - which you knew in his world meant something that was easy to discard and could/should include a skirt of a sort. So naturally, you opted for another schoolgirl-like outfit; the “Hit me Baby one more time” era inspired look, just a tad more modern.

You wore socks just below the knee, a red checkered skirt, a white blouse (no time for buttons), and your long-curled locks styled in a half-up 'do with space buns, giving it a cute, innocent vibe.

And William was left speechless when he saw you. His jaw almost dropped as he looked at your outfit and your cute smile. Did he maybe have a bit of a daddy kink? Perhaps, but he didn’t mind. He knew you were a mature adult, taking responsibility for your own actions, and your relationship was consensual. He trusted that you would speak up if you weren’t comfortable with these kinds of intimate actions with him, so he didn’t dwell too much on whether it was right or wrong.

Moreover, you didn’t complain either. Your professor wasn’t just attractive, but he was attentive too, ensuring all your needs were met and prioritising you first - something guys your age weren’t always too concerned about.

So, after the delicious dinner where you’d playfully re-enacted a scene akin to the lady and the tramp with the spaghetti, you found yourself swiftly in his lap, straddling him - not exactly ladylike.

Your tongues intertwined as you shared a deep, hungry kiss, his hands resting on your buttocks while yours were tangled in his hair. It was passionate and messy, your fingers lightly pulling on his locks as his hands squeezed your cheeks.

The urge to let your hips rock against him was irresistible, your pulsating core pressing against his slowly hardening member. But William stopped you. Sensing his trousers becoming tighter around his crotch, he pulled back, allowing you both to catch your breath.

“I’ve got something for you…” he murmured, his hands still holding onto you firmly.

“Mmm... I can feel that,” you teasingly remarked, allowing yourself to rock a few more times.

“Not just that, babe,” he chuckled lightly, before gently moving you off his lap and walking to the desk to retrieve a small black box. Returning to the sofa and sitting next to you once more, he opened it.

Inside was a white-gold necklace with two charms: one bearing a W, and the other a locker.

You were taken aback. Had he actually bought you a gift? Did that mean you were more to him than just a sexual partner?

Suddenly, you realised you were holding your breath. Snapping back to reality, you let out a deep breath and flashed him a smile.

“Wow, Willy... it’s incredibly beautiful,” you spoke softly. “But you didn’t have to do that…” You tried to act as if this wasn’t the sweetest thing any man had ever done for you, but you couldn’t contain your excitement.

“I know... but I wanted to... since we can’t be officially together, at least I could show you that I wanted more than just... sex,” he admitted softly, offering you a mix of a smile and a smirk. “It doesn’t have to mean anything special; I just thought it looked nice, and you deserve to be treated like a princess.”

His words were incredibly sweet, and you couldn’t help but let the smile spread across your face.

“Oh, Willy, I love it,” you replied, sincerely looking into his eyes.

“Well, then turn around.”

And without hesitation, you did. Lifting your hair, you allowed William to gently place the slightly cold piece of jewellery around your neck, followed by his lips tenderly planting a few butterfly kisses behind your ear.

However sweet and romantic the moment was, there was an undeniable sense of sincere commitment hanging in the air, alongside a mutual longing for each other.

And as William gently nipped your earlobe, he then growled deeply. “Now… where were we?”

You couldn’t help but gulp lightly as his voice sent shivers down your spine, a slight tingling occurring between your legs.

Then, very slowly, William let his large hand gently wrap around your neck, his mouth moving to the opposite side as he spoke huskily once again. “So, you want to feel my hands on you? You want me to touch you?” He asked rhetorically, referring to your naughty text from earlier.

With another gulp, you carefully nodded under his grip, a soft ‘mmm’ confirming his questions.

“Good girl…” he softly muttered, his praise sending signals straight to your eager core. “Then go to the bed and wait for instructions.”

And again, without hesitation, you immediately complied. Rising from your seat as William released his hold, you made your way to the bed and stood waiting, just as he had instructed.

You stood with your back to him, facing the king-size bed, as you heard him unbuckling his belt. And as he kept you waiting for a few more minutes, you assumed he’d undressed completely - and you were right.

As he drew nearer to you, you felt his bare chest against your back, his hands freely roaming your curves as he breathed near your hair.

“Take off your clothes and bend over,” he ordered simply. But as you slowly removed your blouse and bra, he stopped you. “Keep the skirt and socks on.”

And naturally, you obeyed. And as you stood with your arse exposed to him, hands resting on the bed for support, you once again felt his hands on you, sliding beneath the fabric of your skirt to find your underwear. With a quick motion, he pulled them down, allowing you to step out of them.

You tried to maintain your composure, but despite controlling your breath, you couldn't help but gasp as his thick fingers traced up your folds.

“Mmm… so wet for me, baby girl…”

William was thoroughly pleased with what he found, and as he continued to explore your flesh with his fingers, he relished in the soft moans he elicited from your lips. Occasionally touching your clit gently, he knew he was making you feel good, yet he didn’t give you everything right away. You had to earn it. Instead, he slowly inserted two fingers past your entrance, effortlessly stretching you.

You were dripping for him. And as he moved his fingers in and out of your core, you felt the pleasurable sensation that only he could bring. The way he curled his fingers upwards just right had him hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. And your eager moans conveyed nothing else but how much you were enjoying it.

The sound of your wet pussy echoed through the room as William picked up the pace, his other hand supporting your lower back as he noticed your legs trembling slightly.

You had to shut your eyes as the stimulation intensified, a knot forming in your stomach and your mind entering a foggy state. You sensed an impending orgasm approaching, knowing it wouldn’t be long if he kept this speed.

And William gladly persisted. Taking pleasure in the sight before him as he observed how responsive you were to him, with moans and deep breaths escaping you with each thrust, he then intensified his movements. Fingering you vigorously, he was intent on bringing you to climax, and he knew your body intimately, giving him the confidence to know just how to push you over the edge.

As his fingering sent waves of pleasure through your body, your moans grew louder, your hands gripping the bedsheets tightly. You were so close. Incoherent breaths escaped you as William drove you towards ecstasy, and finally, you felt the climax nearing.

“Mmm… oh, Willy… I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered quietly. And as he maintained the intense speed, William let you reach your peak, causing you to bow your head, moan out his name in a sensual scream, before having to take in deep breaths to recover.

It took almost a minute for you to come down from the high, and as you suddenly felt the absence of his fingers withdrawing from your pussy, you heard him chuckle darkly behind you. “Done already? Oh, baby girl, we’re just getting started.”

With those words, you realised the night had only just begun.

And it didn’t take long before William firmly grasped you, pushed you down onto your knees, and tapped your lips, signalling you to open your mouth. The ease with which he could slide his hard length into your warmth, pressing it deeper into your throat as you skilfully took him, left him thoroughly satisfied.

You were talented, he had to give you that. Working his shaft with both your mouth and hand to please him. Breathing through your nose, you did your utmost to show him just how skilled you were, while coating his shaft with saliva as he guided your head. Then pulling back to catch your breath while still stroking him, before eagerly taking him back in.

“Mmm, you're so good to me,” William moaned softly as he leaned his head back slightly, relishing in the pleasure you were giving him. His hand gripped tightly onto your hair, and as he felt his climax approaching, he wanted to pull away, not wanting to finish just yet. But you were making him feel too good to stop.

Rocking his hips slightly against your movements, he let himself succumb to the impending release. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum…” he warned. And by the time you pulled away to catch your breath, he looked down at you with intense eyes, gripping his member firmly as he eagerly stroked it. “Stick out your tongue.”

Once again, you obeyed his command. Then, with a deep grunt and his eyes rolling back in his head, William released himself all over your mouth, chin, and cheek. He painted your face like a canvas, marking you as his own.

And as he slowly opened his eyes, coming down from the high, he admired his handiwork. While you remained in position, he gently ran his thumb over your lips, delicately playing with his own cum as he enjoyed the sight of you on your knees.

“My little cum slut…” he murmured as he smeared some of the stickiness onto your lips for you to taste.

“Mmm…” you hummed as you gently sucked his thumb, then licked your lips to savour more of him.

It was intensely arousing for him to watch, but he was still eager to feel himself inside your warmth. And being the gentleman he was, he allowed you a moment to wipe your face before pulling you onto the bed, pressing you down as he pinned your hands on either side of your head.

Your core was still tingling from the first orgasm, but William was also still hard, craving for more, so he didn’t give you any time to rest. With a forceful thrust, he easily slipped his cock into your cunt, and instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his hips.

William fucked you deeply, almost reaching places you hadn't known existed, sending your mind spinning with pleasure.

And as he repeatedly hit your sweet spot, he couldn't help but grin at the loud, uninhibited moans he was eliciting from you, which only spurred him on to increase his thrusts.

His grip around your wrists tightened as he pounded into you, his length stimulating your walls with every thrust. It was almost overwhelming for you to handle. William was relentless. His self-control waned as your pussy felt so good wrapped around his cock, and his sole mission was to push you over the edge.

And he was succeeding. You could feel another orgasm building within you, your mind clouded as you were filled inside and stimulated in your core.

“Mmm, fuck, Willy… I’m gonna cum…” you whispered in a soft cry, your eyes rolling back as he pushed you closer.

“That’s it, cum for me, baby… show me what a good slut you are for me…”

And that was all it took for you to arch your back beneath him, your walls tightening around his member as you let the ecstasy take over once more. It was intense. His dominant demeanour was overwhelming, and as you embraced your role as his good girl, you simply tried to take him so well.

Then as you began to come down from the high, William admired you, revelling in how he could make you feel. Releasing your hands and sitting back, he couldn't help but gaze at the necklace he'd given you, a symbol of your relationship's deep connection, trust, and comfort.

However, the tender moment was short-lived as he withdrew his length, took a firm hold of you, and spun you around onto your hands and knees. Which was undoubtedly his favourite position. It gave him ultimate power to thrust deeply and vigorously, while also providing you with incredible sensations.

He then gave your cheek a firm spank, eliciting a little squeak from you before plunging back into your core.

“Shit…” you muttered as he swiftly increased his pace, once again stimulating you deeply with rapid and forceful thrusts, just as he knew you liked it.

But it was too much. His hips pounded harder and harder against your bum, surely leaving a reddened mark. And as his fingers dug into your hips, you felt your cunt dripping with juices, trailing down the inside of your thigh. You cried out loud with every thrust, feeling like nothing more than a piece of meat for his pleasure.

But it was all part of the role play. As your mind turned to mush, your vision blurred, and your fingers clenched the sheets, you allowed yourself to edge closer to another climax. The impending orgasm forming as William rapidly moved his cock in and out, overstimulating your walls.

“Willy… Mmm… I can’t…” you cried out as your body started to feel numb and spent from his vigorous fucking.

“What's that?” he spoke, still thrusting at the same intense speed. “Can't handle me, baby? Not being a good little slut for me?”

But you couldn't form a coherent response. Instead, you moaned and whimpered as he delivered another hard spank to your ass, leaving it a solid red hue. Then, he moved his hand to your neck once more, his other hand finding your lower abdomen as he firmly pulled you up and held you against his chest.

His pace slowed slightly in the new position, allowing you to catch your breath, yet his firm grip remained thrilling and dominant. And as he growled once more in your ear, you couldn’t help but gasp.

“Hmm… I know you're a good girl… my little princess,” his deep voice echoed in your ear, his hand maintaining a firm grip around your throat without restricting your airways. “Your cunt is made for me…” He then moved his hand slightly to touch the necklace... “And you belong to me… you’re mine.”

His words were like a spell as he spoke huskily. And with his cock deeply buried inside you, thrusting hard and deep, you couldn’t help but surrender to him once more.

“I’m yours…”

And as if those were the magic words, William pounded vigorously a few more times before allowing you to reach your final climax, your muscles tightening around him, causing him to release himself into you. He let out a deep grunt as he spilled his cum, painting your walls just as he had your face. Then, gently releasing his hold on you, he guided you back to support yourself on the mattress.

Your head hung low as you gasped for air, your mind still fuzzy as you slowly opened your eyes. Then you heard William chuckle darkly behind you as he slowly withdrew his cock and spread your cheeks apart.

“Mmm… show me how good of a cum slut you are…”

He watched your pussy intently, relishing the sight of his dripping cum from your core. Then, delicately, he used a finger to glide through your sensitive folds, eliciting another light gasp from you. He then picked up some of his fluids and traced it up your cheeks, over your butthole, and to your lower back.

The air hung heavy as you both needed to calm down and return to reality. And when William had finished playing with his cum and marking you as his own, he broke the comfortable silence.

“Come on, baby, I think you need a shower.”

It was an unspoken way of returning to the romantic relationship that had developed between you, away from the dom/sub role play. William's attentive and mature nature made him a wonderful and caring person, ensuring you didn't actually feel like a slut, despite the names he used during your most intense moments.

And as he held you close under the water, you felt nothing but comfort and solace in his embrace. Yet, you couldn’t help but wonder something.

“So… the necklace, Willy,” you smoothly turned in his arms and gazed up at him. “Does that mean… we’re exclusive?”

Your voice almost trembled as you asked. You didn’t want to seem needy or anything of the sort, but you needed confirmation. And William simply smiled as he locked eyes with you, his thumb tracing over your lower lip as he considered how to articulate his response.

And with a gentle nod, he conveyed his thoughts. “Yes, baby… we’re exclusive.

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What Is and What Should Never Be Ch. 3

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Warnings: Smut 18+ Minors DNI(slight DubCon, Oral[m rec] Kinda Public, Degradation, Breath Play), Toxic themes(Posessiveness, Manipulation, Arguing, Jealousy) Reader Discretion Advised.

Oh my stomach’s tied in knots, I’m afraid of what I’ll find if you and I talk tonight // The problem isn’t you, it’s me, I know. I’ve seen it time after time and I’ll push you away. I get so afraid

“I wish you would’ve let me pay.” You pushed through the door of the small café and out onto the sidewalk, “I look like an idiot in these…” You whispered as you tugged on the waistband of the sweats, pulling them up.

Jake had his hand on your back, leading you back to his car, “I think they look great on you.” He pulled the passenger door open, sliding his hand to your hip to guide you into the seat, “If they weren’t my favorite sweatpants, I might’ve let you keep them.”

He closed the door and you watched him walk around to his side and climb in, “So what do you usually do for your birthday? Any special plans?” You folded your hands in your lap, trying to initiate small talk, “Oh! I should text Josh.” You pulled your phone out to type a quick message to him.

You 12:14am: Happy birthday, boss! have the best day❤️

After hitting the send button, you questioned whether the heart was too much. You caught Jake glancing at you from his peripheral just as his twin’s response came through.

Josh 12:16am: A happy birthday text from you? My day is already off to a great start! Thank you, Y/N!

“Why are you smiling like you have a school girl crush on him?” The car stopped at a red light when Jake spoke up, “Or is it just the attention that you like?” There was a hint of disdain in his voice.

You looked up at him, brows pinched, “Why do you have to be such an asshole all the time?” Locking your phone, you dropped it into your lap without replying to Josh, “Can you just let me out? My apartment isn’t that far, I’ll walk.” You unlatched your seat belt just as the car started moving again.

“Put it back on.” His eyes stayed trained on the road ahead.

You released a huff, “Jake, pull the c-“

“Put the fucking seatbelt back on, Y/N!” His grip on the steering wheel tightened, turning his knuckles white. He took a deep breath, softening his tone, “Can you just put it on, please? I’ll take you straight home, just put it back on.”

Rolling your eyes, you did as he asked, “Turn left onto 16th. My building will be about 3 blocks down.” It was the only thing you said before shifting your whole body to face away from him. You remained silent through the rest of the drive, only speaking up to let him know which building was yours.

He pulled into a spot on the curb and put the car in park, “Pea-” You were already out of the car and slamming the door shut before he could get a word in and he didn’t like that. You heard him get out as well, his footsteps heavy on the pavement as he followed you, “Y/N.” It was stern, but you refused to turn around. You dug through your small bag for the keys, until you remembered Bellamy had them. You stopped on the sidewalk, unlocking your phone to call her when Jake was suddenly in front of you, “How do you fucking do it?”

“Excuse me?” You stared at him, waiting for him to elaborate, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You get under my skin so fucking easily. How? How do you know exactly which buttons to press to piss me off?” He was visibly angry, but there was something else, another emotion, that you couldn’t place.

“You’re joking, right? Jake, I can’t keep up with you anymore.” You shook your head with a laugh, “You’re such a fucking narcissist… I’m getting under your skin? All you’ve done since the day I met you is force me into this twisted fucking game of ‘Which Jake is it Anyway?’” You rubbed a hand over your face, genuinely feeling like you were going insane, “You can be so sweet, Jake. So fucking sweet to a point where I think I might actually like you… And then at the speed of light, you flip into this cocky, arrogant bastard that I just want to fucking strangle!” You were yelling now, gathering the attention of people on the street.

“Peach.” His mouth curled into a smirk and you felt your blood start to boil.

Your jaw was clenched hard as you held back a frustrated scream, “God, give me the fucking strength…” You stared up at the sky, fighting the urge to slap him, “My daddy raised me better than this, I can’t-“

Jake interrupted you, “Just shut up for a second.” Just as you dropped your gaze on him, opening your mouth to cuss him out, he moved forward, “Shut the fuck up, peach.” His hands were cupping your face, lips smashing against your own in a hungry kiss. Before you could process anything, your hands were grasping at him, tugging him closer by his shirt. One of his hands went to your back, pulling your body against his until your chests were pressed together. His tongue flicked at your bottom lip, begging to be let in, and you surrendered, parting your lips and letting your tongue fight with his.

You'd forgotten that you were still standing outside until your phone started ringing in your hand. You broke away from Jake, trying to catch a breath, and looked down at your phone to see Bellamy’s picture across the screen. You tried to compose yourself the best you could, but you knew the minute you answered, she’d suspect something was up. Glancing at Jake, you hit the green button and turned away from him, “Hello…”

Y/N, what the hell? You never let me know if you made it home last night!

“Uhhh…because I didn’t make it home, you took the keys. Where are you?”

Where are you?

“I’m standing outside the building with no way to get into the apartment, Bell. Where. Are. You?”

I’m close… Were you out for a jog? Why are you breathing so heavy?

Where did you stay last night, sweet pea?

“Can you just hurry up? I need a shower.” You hung up before she could continue her interrogation. “Why did you do that?” Your hands were shaking as you turned back to Jake, “Do you get off on playing these games with me, Jake?” Your voice was quiet, your eyes trained on the cement below you.

You could hear the smile in his tone without having to look at him, “If you’d let me play with you, I’d definitely get off…” He let out a chuckle as you threw your head back with a sigh, “I’m kidding. Hey…” He grabbed your waist, pulling you back into him, “The games wouldn’t be as fun with anyone else and I think you feel the same way.” He caught your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing your eyes to his, “You love it just as much as I do. Admit it.” His lips were hovering just millimeters from yours and you waited for him to connect them again, your body was begging for it. Jake’s eyes raked over you, his infamous smirk playing on his mouth, “You love it. I can see it in the uneven breaths you're taking. The way you keep staring at my mouth.” He ran his tongue along his bottom lip, proving his point as your eyes darted back and forth to follow it, “I bet you don’t even realize you’re clenching your thighs, peach.” The tip of his nose brushed against yours and your eyes began to flutter.

A car door slammed, followed by someone clearing their throat, “What’s going on, sweet pea?” You and Jake both turned at the same time, breaking contact from one another, to see Bellamy. She was standing on the curb, arms crossed and eyebrows raised, “Which one is this?”

“Jake?” The voice came from the car she’d just stepped out of. You looked past her to see the twins' younger brother emerging from the driver’s side. His eyes flashed to you, “Y/N? What is going on?”

“Bell, you went home with Sam last night?” You turned the inquisition on your best friend.

She looked from you to Sam, then Jake and back to you, “How do you know him? Wait, Sam, how do you know them?” She turned to him, pointing towards you and Jake.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. It felt like you were trapped in a mediocre rom-com, “Can we go inside, please?” You hooked your arm with Bell’s and pulled her towards the building, “We’ll talk inside, B.” She stole a single glance at the boys as you left them on the sidewalk and went through the door.

“Okay, what the fuck just happened?” Bellamy pulled the key from the apartment door and closed it, “I’m so lost…”

You fell into a fit of laughter again, “Bitch…Sam is Josh and Jake’s younger brother!” You kicked your shoes off and walked into the living room, throwing yourself down on the couch, “Did you fuck him?”

She came over, dropping down beside you with a giant grin plastered on her face, “It was really good, babe… Like, mind blowing.” She laid down, stretching across the cushions, and put her head in your lap, “He went down on me… Y/N, I came in like a minute flat…twice” You waited for her to keep going, but she sat up, turning to face you, “These aren’t your clothes… I’m not the only one who got laid last night.”

“No, they are not and no I did not.” You stared down at Jake’s t-shirt covering your torso, “He saw me at the bar last night and I was a little too drunk, I guess. He tried to call me a ride to get me home but I passed out… Not that I would’ve been able to get in here anyways. He said he wasn’t gonna leave me there alone, so he took me back to his place, gave me his bed and slept on the couch.” You stood up, walking towards your bathroom.

Bellamy popped her head in just as you turned the shower on, “If you guys didn’t hook up, what was going on when I pulled up?” She came in and hoisted herself to sit on the sink as you pulled the shirt over your head, “It definitely looked like something.”

“I don’t know. That’s the thing, Bell… I never know what’s going on with him.” You slid the pants down before stepping into the shower and pulling the curtain shut, “One minute, he’s making these comments or yelling at me or…just being a dickhead. Then the next, he’s taking care of me while I’m drunk, taking me for breakfast on his birthday.” You stood under the stream of water, letting it cascade over your head and down your body, “He kissed me out there, B. And not just a peck. It was like an explosive kiss. The kind you get completely lost in and I didn’t want it to end.” Your phone chimed on the sink top where you left it and your friend was quick to check the notification.

“Well, shit.” She scoffed and you heard her feet hit the floor as she hopped off the counter, “I don’t think he wanted it to end either, babe.” She pulled the curtain back, holding your phone in front of her face as she read the text aloud, “‘I wanna pick you up tonight for a drink. Having dinner with my brothers at 6. I’ll get you at 8, peach.’ Is he always that assertive?”

You pulled the curtain shut to rinse your hair and hide the giddy smile that formed on your face, “He is. It’s one of things that irritates me the most.” You bit your lip, already thinking of what you would wear, “Do you think it’s a bad idea?” You cut the water off and flung the curtain back to grab your towel.

Bellamy moved aside as you went to the sink to brush your teeth, “Do you like him?” She paused for a beat, “I’m only asking because the way you talk about Josh… It seems like you’re into him. But when you talk about Jake, it’s usually to complain about him… I’m just a little confused, babe.”

Spitting the foam from your mouth, you rinsed the toothbrush, “I don’t know… I do like Josh. But maybe I like Jake too… What do I do, Bell?” You gathered Jake’s clothes from the floor and stalked out of the bathroom and into your bedroom, falling across the bed with a deep groan.

She stood in the doorway and tossed your phone to the bed beside you, “I say…have fun. We’re just getting our bearings in a new city. There’s no reason to choose between one or the other… Go out with Jake tonight, see where it goes.” She disappeared without another word and you heard her bedroom door click shut.

Picking the phone up, you opened the text thread with Jake to type out a reply.

You 1:23pm: What happens if you show up and I don’t come outside?

His response came almost immediately, as if he were waiting for your text.

Jake 1:24pm: You’ll be outside. I’m not worried about it.

Jake 1:24pm: 8 sharp. Don’t wear the sweatpants.

You dropped your phone and stood up, trudging to your dresser for a pair of lounge shorts and a t-shirt. After throwing the clothes on, you climbed back into bed and clicked the TV on, choosing a Netflix doc about Robert Johnson’s alleged crossroads deal. Halfway through, you headed to the kitchen for a snack, only to crawl back under your blankets and fall asleep.

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“You broke out the slutty lace panties.” Bellamy was sitting on your bed, watching you dig through the closet in your underwear and tee, “You’re definitely planning on getting dick tonight.”

She woke you up from your nap and dragged you into the kitchen to eat the take out she’d ordered and then helped you with your hair while you put on some light makeup. Now, you were sifting through hangers, trying to decide what to wear with no indication of where you were actually going for this ‘drink.’ Ignoring her observation, you poked your head around the closet doorway, “Should I just do jeans and a cute top? Or maybe like, a casual dress?” You held up one hanger with a short, flowy sundress with spaghetti straps and a delicate floral pattern.

“Not that dress.” She stood up and waltzed by you, into the closet, “Wear those tight, light wash blue jeans. You know, the ones that really lift your ass.” She held her hands up, making grabbing gestures, “And…Oooh yes!” Your friend lunged for something, ripping it from the hanger, “This is my favorite top, you don’t wear it enough.” She tossed the garment at you.

It was a baby pink, bustier style top, embroidered with tiny flowers over the front, “This is way too much, B. He’s probably taking me to some dive bar for a beer.” You walked out of the closet to stand in front of your mirror, holding the top up to your body, “It is cute though…”

She came out after you, throwing the pair of jeans at you, “Try it on. You’ll be sold, I know it.”

After a few seconds of contemplation, you finally pulled your t-shirt off and replaced it with the pink top then tugged the jeans on, giving a little hop to hoist them up around your thighs. You fastened the button and zipper before adjusting your breasts in the cups of the top, “Okay, you’re right.” You took a step back to get a full view of yourself, “I look hot as hell.”

Your best friend stood behind you, fluffing out your loose waves, “You do look hot. Shit, babe…if he doesn’t fuck you, I will.” She hooked her chin over your shoulder, gazing at your reflection, “Strap-on and all.” Her mouth lifted into a grin as you both erupted into giggles.

“Bellamy! Too far, babe!” You turned around to face her as she continued cackling, “Go away! I have 15 minutes left before I need to be downstairs.” You shoved her towards the door.

“Have fun, sweet pea!” She yelled as you pushed the door shut, “And my offer still stands!” You could hear her laughing all the way back to her room until she closed her door.

You went back to the closet, slipping on a pair of clean white vans, before gathering your things and heading out. As you rode the elevator down to the lobby, you expected a text from Jake to let you know if he was on his way, but nothing came. It was 7:50 when you stepped outside. Time ticked by slowly and you almost thought he was blowing you off until it hit 8 on the dot and his car was pulling up to the curb. You bit back a smile as he climbed out, coming around to greet you, “A minute later and I would’ve been back upstairs in my bed.”

“I told you eight sharp, didn’t I?” He grabbed your hand, holding it up to get a look at your outfit. You took note of how his eyes lingered on your chest before he brought your hand to lips with a quick peck, “You ready?”

“Well, I’m standing here, aren’t I?”

Jake shook his head as he pulled you towards the car, “You just love to run that pretty little mouth, don’t you?” He opened the door and watched you slip in as you gave him a mischievous smirk.

The drive to the bar was barely 20 minutes long and Jake was already rushing around to open your door for you. He led you through an ominous door, his hand never leaving your back. As you walked down the steps into the small barroom, you were surprised at the combined tiki and nautical theme, “Did you bring me to a pirate bar?” Your eyes wandered, taking in the ropes tied around the rafters and the colorful, net-covered lights littering the ceiling.

“Sit, Y/N.” He pulled a stool out for you to sit on, “Smuggler’s Cove is one of my favorite places to get a drink. Here.” He took the stool next to you and slid a menu in front of you.

You perused the menu, an overwhelming amount of cocktails, most rum based with a few exceptions, “These all sound so good…”

“Try a few. Most of them are good.” His eyes were on you as you studied the menu.

“Uhh…actually…” You turned on your seat to face him, “Would you be upset if I only ordered one drink? Well, only one with alcohol.” You clarified, afraid that he might think you didn’t want to be here with him, “I just have this personal rule when it comes to drinking and normally, after last night, I wouldn’t even consider picking up alcohol for at least a week… But I made a tiny exception for you.”

He brought his hand up to his chin, stroking it with his fingers, “A rule? Can I ask why?”

You looked down at your hands as you twisted your fingers together in your lap, “Story for another day, maybe?” You weren’t about to open up about the part alcohol played in the worst parts of your life, “I think I know what I want, though.” You slid the menu back to him, pointing to your drink of choice. A cocktail with rum, fresh pineapple and lime, passionfruit and honey.

He signaled to the bartender, “She’ll have a Kona cocktail and I’ll have the Bourbon Special.” The man went about mixing your drinks up, finishing yours first and then Jake’s, before moving onto the next customer. Jake stood from his stool, “Let’s grab a table.” He held his hand out for you and you took it, grabbing your drink and following him.

You pulled your hand from his to sit at the small table in a back corner and finally took a sip of your drink, “Mmm.” Your eyes fell shut as you licked the sweet, fruity juice from your lips, “That is phenomenal.”

“Don’t make those noises…” His voice was barely a whisper.

Opening your eyes, you brought the cup to your lips again, swallowing the liquid slowly, with a delighted groan, “I don’t know what you mean, Jake.” If he liked the games so much, you were more than willing to play.

He shook his head, looking away from you as he sipped his own drink, “Don’t play dumb, peach. It’s not a good look on you.” He dragged his gaze back to you with a sinister smirk on his lips, “And before you part those lips to make one of your snarky comments…know that I’ve been itching to put that mouth to better use.” He chugged the rest of his drink in a flash, placing the cup on the table, “Just give me a reason.”

You sat up straight, crossing your right leg over the left to combat the sudden pooling in your panties, and flashed him a smirk of your own, “Is that supposed to be a threat, babe?” You held your hands up in mock fear, “Oooh… I’m shakin’ in my boots.” A soft giggle crept out as you took another gulp of your cocktail, but Jake didn’t seem to share your amusement. He dug his wallet from his pocket, dropping two 20 dollar bills on the table, and stood up. Before you could ask him what he was doing, he turned around and headed up the steps that led out of the bar. You sat for a minute, waiting for him to come back, but he never did. Well shit… Pulling his money from the tabletop, you tucked it into your pocket and went to the bar to pay for the drinks with your card. You were sure that Jake had left you, so you unlocked your phone as you walked up the stairs, texting your best friend.

You 8:49pm: You might have to come get me🙄

Pushing through the door and out onto the sidewalk, her response came.

Bell🤞 8:50pm: Why? What happened????

“Thought I was gonna have to come down and carry you out…”

Your head snapped up at the sound of his voice to find Jake, leaning against his car, “Are you fucking- Here.” You dug his cash from your pocket, stomping towards him, and shoved it into his hand. Turning away, you started down the sidewalk, unsure of where you were going as you typed another text to your friend.

“You gonna walk home, peach?” He was taunting you, “Naah, you’re not gonna walk home… You just love to make that ass shake for me. That’s why you’re always walking away from me, isn’t it? Look at you, swaying those hips.” His laugh echoed through the street.

You stopped in your tracks, “You’re a fucking prick.” Spinning around, you stalked back to him, pointing your finger in his face, “Yanno, you really love to run your mouth too, Jake. An awful lot, actually.” You shrugged your shoulders with an evil smirk, “Can’t help but think you might be overcompensating for something.” You let your eyes flick down to let him know what you were implying, “Maybe that’s why Josh is so happy all the time…” You pouted your lip as you looked back up at him, “Did dear brother get all the blessings in the womb, Jakey?”

His laughter died down, but he still had that arrogant smile, completely unphased by your implication, “Tell me, Y/N…” He took a step closer, his face inches from yours as he grabbed your hand, “Do you think I’m overcompensating?” He pressed your palm over the front of his jeans, squeezing it around the prominent bulge. Jake’s eyes stayed locked with yours, “What’s the verdict, peach?” He dropped his hand but yours remained in place, causing his smile to grow, “You wanna get in the car?” He reached behind him, pulling the handle on the passenger door.

A slew of laughter came from a group of people barreling out of the bar door and you retracted your hand, taking a step away from him, “Yeah…yeah, okay.” You swallowed hard as he moved out of the way and let you slide into the seat, “Are we going to your place?” You watched him settle into his seat and start the car.

“Do you wanna go to my place?” The look on his face said he already knew the answer but when you stayed quiet, he persisted, “If it’s what you want, I need you to say it. This is in your hands, Y/N.”

Your legs were bouncing with anticipation, “I want to, Jake.”

His lip curled and then it was minutes before he was pulling into the parking garage for his building. He put the car in park and shut it off, climbing out. He barely had your door opened before you were flying out of the seat and into him, crashing your lips with his as you grabbed at him. His hands went to your waist as he backed you up to the car, pressing his body against yours. You could feel his erection digging into your hip and you pulled him closer, adding pressure to it, “Peach…” He broke away from the kiss and your lips immediately went to his jaw, working down the length of his neck, as you dropped your hand to palm him again, “Christ…” His breathing picked up as you sucked at his skin and squeezed him through his jeans.

“Thought you wanted to put my mouth to better use?” Your provocation lit a fire in his eyes and suddenly, he was grasping your hand and yanking you in front of his car, out of view from anyone who might pass by.

“Knees.” He was popping with the button on his jeans, “Now, Y/N. Knees.” He waited for you to kneel on the concrete below him before pulling himself from his pants, “I’ve been fucking dying for this since the first day you came into my store.” Jake reached down, dragging his thumb over your bottom lip. Your eyes stayed trained on his length. Definitely not overcompensating. He slid his thumb into your mouth, resting the pad on your tongue, and you closed your lips around it, sucking on it, “Eyes on me.” His voice was quiet, almost a whisper, and you let your eyes travel up to meet his, “You gonna let me fuck this smart mouth, baby?” The new pet name turned you to putty and all you could manage was a slight nod as you brought a hand up to grasp his cock, stroking it slowly while maintaining eye contact. He pulled his thumb from your mouth and watched as you leaned forward, rolling your tongue over his tip with a moan. He gathered your hair, knotting it around his fist, “Look at you… On your knees like a fucking whore. Open up.” You did as you were told, letting your jaw hang slack. He yanked on your hair, forcing you to tilt your head back, and leaned over you, allowing a string of spit to drip from his lips and coat your tongue. Jake straightened back up and moved closer, pushing himself into your awaiting mouth as your lips stretched around his thickness, “Breathe through your nose, peach.” Just as the command was spoken, he thrusted into your throat with a devious smirk. Your hands shot up to grip his thighs as your balance faltered but that only made him move harder. His grip on your hair tightened, holding you firmly in place, as he began driving into your mouth with blunt strokes, “I wanna hear you gag, peach. Don’t fight it.” His free hand came up, pinching your nose shut as he buried his cock in your throat and left it there. Your fingers dug into his denim covered legs as you stared up at him and a harsh gag flew from your esophagus. He released your nose, pulling his hips back a bit, “Ahh, she listens like a good little whore. Let’s have another one, yeah?” He grasped your head and gave a sharp thrust, feeling your throat convulse around him with a second gag. You squeezed your eyes shut as they began to water and he was pinching your nose closed again, “Eyes on me, baby. C’mon, let me see you.” His hips were still moving but there was a desperation oozing from his tone. You opened your eyes to look up at him again, vision blurry through your tears. His hand left your nose to wipe a tear from your cheek and you could’ve sworn you heard him moan at the same time his cock twitched on your tongue. You hollowed your cheeks, slowly bobbing your head to draw another sound from him, “Fuck, peach…Keep going.” He sounded breathless as he released your hair and allowed you to finish him off. You took him in your hand again, twisting and stroking his length, while swirling your tongue around it. He leaned back on the hood of his car, his head thrown back as he stared at the cement ceiling, quiet curses spilling from his lips. You gazed up at him through your lashes, drinking in the sight of him as he came apart. His throat, covered in a sheen of sweat, glistening beneath the dim, yellow lights. His lips parted, chest rising rapidly with each shaky inhale. Every few seconds, a barely audible whimper would escape him and the sound sparked a strong, visceral need to bring him to his climax. Pressing your hand flat at the base, you took him all the way in, swallowing around his head with a moan, “Shit, baby, I-. Fuck, Y/N.” Jake’s head shot up, his eyes locking on your again. You stared at him, a pleading gaze, begging for him to just let go, and that’s exactly what he did. His mouth hung open, breath caught in his chest, as a choked grunt ripped from his throat. You eased him through his orgasm, swallowing his release while your tongue lapped at him, until his breaths evened out.

Pulling your mouth from him, you slouched back against the cold, concrete wall and swiped your hand over your lips, “A whore, Jake? Really? Such a sweet talker.”

He tucked himself back into his jeans with a chuckle, “You’re on your knees in a parking garage, peach. That’s not exactly ladylike behavior.” His laugh was cut short by the sound of a car door slamming and he reached down to help you off of the floor.

You swatted his hands away and pulled yourself up, “Fuck you, Jake. Just take me home.” You brushed your jeans off and moved to get in the car, but his hands caught your waist, hauling you back to him.

“I’m kidding.” He brushed the hair from your shoulder, leaning in close, “Stay, Y/N.” His lips ghosted over yours.

“I don’t have clothes…or a toothbrush.” You whispered against his mouth, waiting for him to kiss you.

He spun the both of you around and lifted you to sit on the hood of his car, “I’m sure I have a spare toothbrush. And what do you need clothes for?” Jake placed his hand on either side of you, finally pressing his lips to yours, “Aren’t these coming off when we get inside?” He trailed a finger along the hem of your top that rested over your breasts.

You placed your palm flat over his chest, pushing him back a few inches, “I do need clothes if I stay, because we’re not having sex tonight, babe.” His shoulders dropped with a hint of disappointment. You hopped down from the hood and grabbed his hips, “If you’re not okay with that, just take me home, Jake.”

“We don’t have to have sex.” He pecked your lips, “But I want you to stay, peach.” Another peck, “Please, stay.” As he kissed you for a third time, you couldn’t help but pick up on the pleading tone in his voice, something that felt very uncharacteristic for him, “You can find whatever you wanna wear in my closet, I don’t care.”

A smile formed over your face, “Well in that case, can we go in? I’m kind of cold…” He pulled away with a grin, taking your hand to lead you into the building.

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The morning came in a rush, the sun casting a soft light into the bedroom. Your eyes fluttered open to find Jake draped over your body, his head flat on your chest as he snored. His arm was hooked around you, hand grasping your side and he had a leg laid atop of your own. It was like he was trying to keep you tethered to earth. Like if he moved, gravity would take you away. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you looked at him, his face so soft and calm, lips parted just enough for his nasally breaths to escape. Your mind went back to the night before. After he brought you inside, he stuck to his word to let you dig through his closet for something more comfortable while he went in search of a spare toothbrush. You found an old, faded Highway Tunes t-shirt, the logo was shredded due to the many wash cycles it had seen. Removing your top, you pulled the oversized shirt over your head and peeled your jeans off before going to look for Jake. You found him in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a bottle of water to his lips, “Hey…”

His eyes fell on you, zoning in on your bare legs, “Hey.” He gestured for you to come closer, placing his water on the countertop to hold your hips, “This might just be your new work uniform, peach.” His hands slid down to squeeze your ass, effectively pressing your body against his own.

“Yeah? You want me to show a little more leg at the store?”

His hands crawled back up, lifting your shirt with them, “Legs. Ass. Tits… Fuck, just show up naked.”

You grabbed his wrists, pulling them away from your skin to let the shirt fall back down, “Nice try.” Leaning up, you pressed your lips to his, catching his bottom one between your teeth with a quiet growl.

He twisted his fingers to interlock with yours before pulling out of the kiss with a groan, “You gotta stop that, baby… You’re making my dick hard again.” Jake stepped around you to open the refrigerator, grabbing a second bottle of water, “C’mon.” He nodded towards the doorway before exiting the kitchen. You toed behind him, following him back into his bedroom, where most of the night was spent rolling about his bed in steamy makeouts, listening to music and talking about nothing until you both eventually fell asleep.

And now, here you were, squished beneath him and trying not to move so that he wouldn’t wake up. A wave of butterflies rippled through your stomach as you studied his features. He was so effortlessly handsome, from his big brown eyes to his soft lips and perfect smile. Unable to resist the urge, you reached down to brush the hair away from his face, causing him to stir. A deep groan rumbled from his chest as his eyelids began to open. He let out a yawn, tightening his arm around you, as his eyes finally adjusted to the daylight. You watched him lift his head slightly, examining your form under him, before his entire body went tense. He sat up abruptly, shuffling to the edge of the bed, “Well good morning to you too, Jake.” When he didn’t say anything, you sat up as well, moving to place your hand on his back, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” He shrugged your hand off, making it very clear that he was not ‘fine.’

“Jake…” You crawled towards him slowly, “What’s wro-.”

He cut you off as he stood up, “Nothing, I just forgot that I have shit to do today��” His tone was cold and he wouldn’t even look at you, “I need to shower. Can you get a ride home?” Jake left you no chance to respond as he rushed out of the bedroom. You stared at the doorway, completely dumbfounded, until the sound of the bathroom door slamming startled you.

Climbing out of the bed, you grabbed your phone from his nightstand to call Bellamy. You tucked the phone between your ear and shoulder, snatching your jeans off of the floor to tug them on.

Bitch. Do you know what time it is? Her voice was low and raspy, telling you that the call woke her up.

“Come get me, Bell. Now.” You picked up your pink top and went to the front door for your shoes.

She was more alert at your tone. Hey, what’s going on?

“It doesn’t matter… I’m gonna drop my pin, can you please just hurry up?”

Yeah, babe. Let me throw clothes on.

You hung up just as the bathroom door swung open. Jake emerged, a towel around his waist, and turned to look at you. You’re sure he could see the hurt on your face, but he didn’t say anything, just spun around and went back to his bedroom, pushing the door shut. A sick feeling spread through your stomach, prompting you to leave as quickly as possible. You skipped waiting on the elevator and bolted down the stairwell. Once you broke through the doors and hit the sidewalk, you sent your friend your location and began walking down the street, wanting to get far away from him. It wasn’t long before Bellamy called, letting you know she was close, and you walked back to the apartment building to meet her.

“Y/N, what happened?” Bell stared at you as you slid into the car.

You sunk into the seat, wishing it would just swallow you up, “I don’t wanna talk about it right now, I just wanna go home.” You refused to face her, keeping your head turned towards the window, but you could feel her eyes on you, “Bellamy, please. Just- Not right now, okay?” Your voice began to shake and she conceded.

“Okay, hun.” She spoke softly, shifting the car into drive and starting the path home.

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The rest of your Sunday was a blur after you’d gotten home. Bellamy could sense your disconcertion and tried to press you for details on what went down, but you kept brushing her off. You didn’t even know what happened… Everything was great the night before, for the most part, anyways, but Jake’s mood when he woke up was a shock to you. He seemed irritated, almost like he was angry that you were in his bed. You felt sick at the situation, used. He’d gotten what he wanted and tossed you out once he had it. And now it was Monday afternoon and you were parking your car in the lot behind the store, wondering if he was in there already, if he was going to pretend that nothing happened… You were only making your anxiety worse with the worrying. How was he going to act? Would you get an explanation? Which Jake was it going to be today? After a deep, calming breath, you climbed out of the car and headed for the back door. You went for the doorknob, but it was already pushing open from the inside.

“Woah.” Josh jumped back slightly with his hand over his chest, “You scared the shit outta me, Y/N. You trying to get another bloody nose?” His laugh made you smile, “You never come through the back.” He stepped outside, letting the metal door fall shut behind him.

“Well, normally, I either walk or Bellamy drops me off and uses my car to get to work.” You pointed at your car, a few feet away, “But I drove today… Wait, why are you here? It’s your day off.”

He glanced back at the building for a second, “I just stopped in to talk to Jake for a minute, but Olivia is up his ass.” He shook his head, “Good luck with them tonight.” He lifted his hand to your shoulder with a light pat.

You released a whine, “Perfect. This shift is gonna fucking suck and I don’t have the patience for it.” You pushed your lip out, giving Josh your best puppy eyes, “Any chance you just wanna stay all night?”

“You make it hard to say no when you give me those sweet eyes…” His voice trailed off as his hand left your shoulder to cup your cheek. His gaze dropped to your mouth as he ran his thumb over your pouted lip. Time felt like it froze, both of you unmoving. He was such a stark contrast to Jake. Always so warm and kind and funny. Your eyes fell on his lips as you swallowed hard and Josh went wide-eyed as he realized what he was doing. But before he could retract his hand, you were grabbing his shirt and pulling in. The second your lips hit his, his hand slid to the back of your neck while the other went to your back. His mouth moved on your own and you welcomed it, gliding your hands up his chest to loop around his neck. Your fingers twirled into his curls, as you pressed yourself into him. It wasn’t until a soft whimper escaped you that he broke the kiss, detaching from you completely, “Fuck…Y/N, I’m sorry. I- That was-.” He shook his head, trying to gather his bearings, “I didn’t mean to…”

He didn’t mean to? You made a mistake, misread the signs. He didn’t want to kiss you, he was just being sweet, nice, kind Josh and you had it all wrong… “No. Uhh. That was all me. I’m sorry.” You flew past him and through the back door, hearing him call your name just as it slammed shut. You went straight into the bathroom, locking the door. How did you manage to get rejected by both of them in less than 48 hours? Staring at yourself in the mirror, you let out a laugh of disbelief. How did you already make a mess of your new life? When you finally came out of the bathroom, Jake was coming from the storage room at the same time.

He took in your appearance, flushed cheeks and all, “That doesn’t look like your required uniform.” His smirk curled his lip. What? You looked down at your leggings and work shirt without saying anything. Jake moved in close, dropping his voice, “Did you forget about our night already? I didn’t…” He tilted your chin up, pressing his lips to yours for a few seconds. When he pulled back, his brows were drawn together as he stared at your lips, “Were you kissing someone else, peach?” His tone was accusatory, furthering your confusion.

“N- What? No. Jake, what…” You were at a loss for words, stuck gawking at him.

“No, you didn’t forget our night or no, you didn’t kiss anyone?” He was still holding your chin, studying your face as he awaited your answer.

You were squirming under his gaze, trying to focus enough to respond, “Neither. Or- Both? I-.” It was half a lie, but you weren’t about to tell him that you kissed his twin and got shot down.

He flashed a smile, knowing he had you flustered, but before you could ask what the hell was happening, he pecked your lips again, “Good. Now get to work, you’re late.” He dropped his hand and stalked out of the hallway without a second glance.

What the fuck…You grumbled to yourself as you went to clock in. If he was going to pretend like Sunday morning didn’t happen and everything was fine, maybe you would do the exact same…

The shift carried on as usual. The back and forth banter between you and Jake was the same as always. He was a little more subtle with the flirty touches, and you chalked it up to him wanted to keep his personal life out of his work life, but Olivia was on another level today… “Jaaaake… Can you come help me?” Every time he was near you, she would call for him, drawing his attention to her.

You were standing at the register, ringing a customer out, while Jake stood beside you, scrawling on a piece of paper. You gave the kid his change and watched him walk away before leaning in close to your boss, “Jaaaake, Liv needs you.” You mimicked her tone with a mocking expression, “God, she’s never this helpless on Josh’s shifts.”

“Cut it out, peach.” He tucked his pen behind his ear, placing the paper on the counter to go assist her. He grasped your hips as he shuffled behind you, stopping to whisper in your ear, “Jealousy isn’t a good look on you either, yanno…” He gave a small squeeze before retracting his hands and slithering off. The mind games never stopped. One minute, he’s leaning in close, letting his breath blanket over your neck to send a shiver down your spine. The next, he’s off flirting with Olivia, always touching her waist or whispering things to make her giggle. He was laying it on extra thick today and making sure you saw every bit of it. What you couldn’t figure out is why he did it. Why was he always trying to make you jealous? He could have you if he wanted you, you made that pretty obvious on his birthday…But then he practically kicked you out of his apartment the next morning. The game was getting old and you were growing tired of it quickly.

Your attention snapped to the two of them as Olivia’s crackling chortle echoed through the store. Jake’s eyes flicked over to you and you could see the glint in them, paired with a challenging smirk. Entirely over their display, you stalked into the back hallway and slipped into the storage room, closing the door behind you. You needed anything to keep you busy, to keep you from being around them, and the messy, disorganized storage room was the perfect distraction. Ever since the first time you’d seen this room, you’ve been itching to sort through it and tidy it up. You took your phone from your pocket and clicked a playlist on before placing it up on a shelf. Starting with the boxes on the floor, you pulled them open, one by one, sifting through the vinyls and cds. You had a few stacks, sorted the same way it was in the front; Genre first, then alphabetical, making a mental note to get labels for the shelves. You were on your fourth box, unsure of how much time had passed when the door to the room opened and closed. You didn’t bother to turn around as you continued digging through the box, “Jake, just let me finish this box before I’m forced to watch your show again…” You spun around in a flash at the sound of Josh’s voice.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” He was standing by the door, looking around the room at the piles of music. He stepped over a stack of cds to get to the large rack on his left and looked over the few shelves that you had started filling, “Are you organizing all of this?” He ran his finger along the row of records and turned back to you with an incredulous stare.

You could feel your cheeks growing hot under his gaze, “Yeah… I’m sorry, I should’ve asked before I started. I had no right to just-”

“No no. This is…amazing.” He gestured around the small space, “I’ve been telling Jake forever that we needed to do this. My mom always had everything in its place here and we just kind of let it go. But this… Thank you for starting this. Really.”

You were chewing on your lip, your eyes trained on the floor, “Why are you here, Josh? Or- I mean, did you need something?” You slowly lifted your head to look at him.

His smile was so bright all the time, like nothing could ever bother him, “Actually, yeah. I needed to see you.” When you didn’t say anything, he took a few steps towards you, “I got home and I just kept thinking about that kiss out back…” His fingers ghosted over his mouth as though he could still feel your lips.

“I’m sorry. I really shouldn’t have-.”

“But you did, Y/N.” He smirked in a way that made it obvious him and Jake were twins. It was that devious smirk that Jake always had, but it wasn’t nearly as threatening, “And I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been begging for that.” He was inches in front of you, the tip of his tongue caught between his teeth. He reached out carefully, his left hand taking hold of your waist, and began to move in.

“Josh…” It came out in a gasp just as his lips landed on yours. Everything was frenzied; hands grasping and squeezing, tongues battling, breaths heavy. He had you backed against one of the racks, his hands gripping your ass before climbing their way up your body to settle beneath your shirt, on your waist again. You were grabbing at his shoulders as his lips explored your neck, trailing up your throat and giving your jaw a soft bite. Everything was escalating so quickly but it felt too good. All of it. His fingers digging into your skin, lips sucking at your neck, even the way his curls brushed against your cheek, tickling you just a bit. You didn’t want it to stop, but you were silly to think you had a choice in that matter.

“Well isn’t that something.” Your eyes snapped open to see Jake, standing in the doorway, and you pried Josh’s hands from your body, taking a few steps away, “Didn’t peg you for a liar, peach…” His eyes were locked on you, it didn’t matter how hard you tried to exit his line of sight.

You attempted to tame the tension, “Jake, It’s not-”

“I don’t want to hear anything from you.” He cut you off, his voice sharp and final as he stared daggers at you, his jaw clenched tight.

Josh stepped in front of his twin, “Dude, don’t talk to her like that.” He kept his voice calm, but it only made Jake angrier.

He dragged his eyes from you to look directly at Josh, a poisonous venom lacing his tongue, “You don’t have to play sweet with her, Josh. I’m sure if you just take her out back, she’ll happily get on her knees for you…”

Your hand came up to cover your mouth, your eyes filling with tears, “Jake…” His eyes flashed back to you, a look of instant regret in them, but you were already pushing past him to grab your phone from the shelf and rushing out the back door to your car.

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Connor Vs Carmy

If Syd is going to get with someone before Carmy, I think it will be Connor.

Here’s why:

1. Carmy (Jeremy Allen White) and Connor (Jack Lancaster) look alike if you squint so who better to be Carmy’s love rival.

2. ‘’Like my childhood home’’ the man has jokes and Syd likes to joke so why not!?

3. The Omelette episode where Connor says, ‘’like my childhood home’’ then Carmy quickly says, ‘’the fuck did you grow up, Arizona?’’ then Carmy grabs salt and shows Connor how to do it properly so you know, Connor and Carmy butting heads would be delicious to watch.

4. ‘’We’re lagging on these seven fishes. Marcus, can you help Connor out?’’ This line looks innocent enough, but I think this is a sign of the love triangle moving from Carmy, Syd and Marcus to Carmy, Syd and Connor, but I’m delulu so don’t take my word for it. Also, remember that Carmy starts to shout at Syd because the seven fishes are ‘dead’ and he wants Syd to ‘refire’ and notice when they have this argument, Connor is in between Syd and Carmy.

5. Carmy is banging on the door and Connor says, ‘’Jesus’’ and it cuts to Syd who looks like she wants to say something but she doesn’t; it is as if Connor says what Syd is thinking.

6. ‘’Connor, let’s sub amberjack, please. ‘’ Carmy is pounding at the door making Syd more anxious in that scene, but we see Syd rely on everyone around and one of those people is Connor.

7. Carmy and Connor’s names start with a C and C stands for chaos so do you see the vision?

If you go back to Omelette and watch the scenes with Connor, it looks like The Bear writers are setting a love triangle with Connor, Syd and Carmy. When Marcus calls out to Carmy, ‘’Carmen, I’m ready when you’re ready’’ and Carmen says, ‘’Yeah, I’ll be right there, Chef’’ but we don’t see Carmy’s face when he responds to Marcus, we see Connor, Josh and Syd with Carmy’s voice in the background. Carmy says he ‘’will be right there’’, so he should be walking towards Marcus’ station but he is lingering behind Sydney then he is like ‘’Whoa, whoa, whoa’’ and he is correcting Connor again like surely this is a set up for a love triangle.

Butterfinger boy (in Josh’s voice) is coming for Sydney so Carmy better act fast!!! This is going to be so delicious.

Carmy and Connor are at different levels in the culinary world so Connor getting close to Syd would definitely annoy Carmy and make him competitive again. So delicious. Delicious is impressive!!!

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book4air · 27 days

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'Rumors and Relics' Based on the story “Relics” by Johane Matte & Joshua Hamilton Writer - Lucía Lobosvilla Artists - Melissa Palacios, Vago, Luan Bindewald, Sam Lee Wins Coloring - Kat Peterson, Sam Lee Wins, Melissa Palacios Letterer - Melissa Palacios

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Transformers: Mosaic #193 - "Father's Day"

Originally posted on June 16th, 2008

Story - Josh van Reyk Story, Art - Matt C. Adams Art - Shaun Knowler Colours - Rafael Yáñez

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wada sez: An extra, seasonal Mosaic strip, set after the events of the first live-action movie; Bumblebee is talking normally. Adams explained on deviantART: “I got the idea for story on June 5th. I drew this panel the next day and then emailed it to Josh along with the question of whether or not there were any plans for a Father's Day Mosaic. He said there weren't, so I emailed him a rough story outline. He and Shaun liked the idea, so we put it on the fast track. I spent the next 7 days drawing the page (that's very fast for me since I work full time and have a 3 year old son and a 3 month old son at home), Josh managed to turn my skeleton "script" into an actual workable script, and then Raf produced his amazing colors in less than 48 hours. Then Sunday afternoon, while at work (don't tell my boss ;) ) I spent every free moment lettering the page until just a few minutes before Shaun posted it online. So yeah, this piece was conceived and produced in just over 1 weeks time. It wouldn't have been possible with out the amazing talents of Josh, Rafael, and Shaun. My hat goes off to them.” “White Rabbit Comics” references Knowler’s screen name. Animated Optimus Prime and Bumblebee cameo on one of the cards in store, and Spike and Sparkplug Witwicky from the Sunbow cartoon appear on the card template Bumblebee selects. Clean inks and colors below.

#Transformers #Transformers Mosaic #Maccadam #Live-action film series #Father's Day #Matt C. Adams #Josh van Reyk #Shaun Knowler #Rafael Yáñez #official creator #wada recs #Sam Witwicky #Bumblebee #Optimus Prime #Megatron #Spike Witwicky #Sparkplug Witwicky

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blackjack-15 · 4 months

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syd you're doing great! and carmy on her right hand the whole shot, i'm so happy

using the notes! and richie working the tables! amazing!!

it's tense but it's good. carmy getting between marcus and syd (marcus baby you gotta chill it's okay she said no) was beautifully done -- firm, no yelling, and he's back at syd's right hand. where the EFF is josh carmy can't cover two stations all night

wheels are coming off. carmy off to serve, syd angry about it, and things are going Off

carmy now is not the time to hallucinate chef joel. please baby

good deescalation there. and tina picking up the 'i'm sorry' ASL. beautifully done

NO CARMY'S IN THE FRIDGE. EFF

okay that was an effing rush. richie is incredible, syd's incredible, tina's incredible -- everyone pulled together, well done

all season carmy was sending people out to be trained, keeping people on focus, etc etc. and they can operate! he did it! he has a functioning kitchen!

but he feels like he failed everyone. this poor boy.

and of course it's not the NYC chef. but carmy's so haunted it doesn't matter.

CLAIRE YOU SHOULD NOT BE GOING BACK THERE. like fak what the eff you don't tell her he's in the walk in, but hey, true to form, she wasn't accepting 'no' for an answer, so...

yeah. so if you hear your boyfriend who you Love So Much having a complete mental breakdown, you...let him know you're sad and then walk away? ooh. ooooh. absolutely not. go eff yourself claire

richie now is not the time to white knight. i get the protectiveness, richie's like that, and he's mad b/c he wants carmy to have Nice Things, but like. calling him donna? absolutely not called for. he's immediately sorry, but the damage is done. there's gonna be a Talk about that next season i'm feeling -- those two are family but they're dysfunctional family

lovely scene with syd and her dad!

MARCUS NO YOUR PHONE. MARCUS. MARCUS YOUR STICKS

incredible closer. give season 3. get carmy out of the EFFING FREEZER please

can we please see the last of claire soon, and let's get back to the kitchen. the bear's got a lot more to do.

#the bear #liveblogging #2X10 #anti claire bear #that was intense whew it always is #people are in much better places than last season!!! but there's more to do!!#s3 filming soon let's go!!

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caw4brandon · 11 days

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- Anis got a Makeover -

I've been revising my beloved snake girl recently. She's such a page hogger! One drawing of her in crazy pose, she'll take over the page.

I've been experimenting with her hair style too. About a while ago. I ran a poll on [My Instagram] to help settle a debate.

Turns out, a majority of the audience loves Anis wearing a sporty ponytail (labelled as B) after listening to the crowd. I drew her in more and more with the ponytail.

Still, she maintained that one-sided hair cover as a nod to the past. Her closest contender is the fishtail (labeled as C) short by 5%. This new version calls for another color makeover.

I'm thinking of changing her hair color to silver gray, bright gray, white or something like Frieren. Since Anis is a lot older than she looked.

Story wise, I really like the idea for Anis to join team JOSH but, I also like that Anis can be big enough to be in her own story.

Like say, being the forest guardian. One who watches over the bestiary, the people and the abnormal ones. This might be how I will introduce Professor Anderson but as a way, way background character.

It's a lot of clean up now but in due time. You'll see Anis Rusli in her official look eventually.

#murder the crow reforged #murder the crow #kingshavenacademy #kingshaven #anis rusli #serpents #sulur bidar #anis the sulur bidar #tepi depan belakang

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gracev0609 · 8 months

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Keys a Josh Kiszka X Queer Plus Size Reader X Danny Wagner story

Trigger Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+, Adult themes, pure porn, f/f, m/m, m/f.

Word Count: 3k+

You have been seeing Josh for at least six months now, and things are wonderful. The two of you agreed to have a relationship that was somewhat open, you both were free to entertain another person as long as you checked in with one another at the end of the night. He was your piece of solid ground, your rock, and you liked it that way. Although, neither one of you had been with anyone else yet, until tonight. A friend of Josh's decided to host a key party and you both were invited. You and Josh were both excited to get a taste of something new for the evening.

" How does a key party work exactly?" Josh asked as he straightened up the clean and dirty laundry in his bedroom.

You were sprawled out on his bed enjoying the sunshine and breeze blowing in through the window," All the men, or masc presenting people, put their car keys in a bowl and at the end of the night all the women, or fem presenting people, pick a key and whomever it belongs to is the person they go home with."

Putting a stack of white t-shirts away in his dresser he asked," Have you been to one before?"

" Yeah, I went to one when I was in college. It was a lot of fun. Have you?"

" No, never something as organized as that." Josh chuckled.

" You're going to have a great time babe!"

Before you knew it, the sun was setting and it was time to get ready for the party. After getting dressed in a black floral mini skirt and a black tank top you brushed up your hair into a high ponytail with some pieces out around your face. Putting in some dangling earrings and a necklace on you spritzed yourself with your favorite perfume.

" Y/N, I'm ready when you are," Josh called, stepping into the bathroom where you were getting ready." You look incredible!"

Turning to take in his outfit you fought back a chuckle. He was wearing his standard issue uniform of a white t-shirt and khaki colored pants and his white vans that have seen better days. He spiced it up with a long pendant necklace that hung to his stomach.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled into your neck," I'm getting a little jealous that I don't get to go home with you looking like that tonight."

You laughed and unwrapped his arms from your frame," Come on let's go, I don't want to be late!"

A little while later you stepped into a home that you hadn't been to before, following Josh closely with your fingers intertwined with his.

"Let's get some drinks and loosen up!" He yelled to you over his shoulder. The music was cranked decently high but not too high that you couldn't have a conversation.

Josh led you into the kitchen where the counters were lined with food and alcohol. He found plastic shot glasses and a bottle of tequila. The two of you shared a nervous smile and clinked your shots together before downing the liquor.

"Josh!" You heard a man yell while barreling over to give him a hug.

"Carmine!" You recognized him as the host of the party.

" Add your keys to the bag buddy!" He held up a black velvet drawstring bag. It almost looked like it was purchased for the intent of this party.

Josh grabbed his Jeep key fob from his pocket and dropped it into the waiting satchel. Carmine pulled the strings tightly and shook it up.

After a few more shots you were approached by a beautiful blonde couple.

"Hi! I'm Carly and this is my boyfriend Michael. We saw you two walk in together, and we were hoping that we'd pick each other's keys."

You were taken back slightly by her forwardness, but what else were you supposed to do at a sex party.

" Oh yeah, hopefully! I can try my best to find them." You said taking in her eye candy of a boyfriend.

"Great! Ours have a triangle keychain. What do yours have?" Carly asked.

" A peace sign." Josh answered her. He was also taking in the handsome man at her side.

"Let's sit together until it's time to pick keys!" Carly said taking both your hand and Josh's leading you to a couch in the living room.

As you sat down next to Josh you noticed how swimmy your head had gotten from the tequila and you were certain that tonight was going to be extraordinary. Carly sat on your other side as Michael flanked Josh.

She started running her hand up and down your thigh, getting a read on you. Looking into her eyes you subtly nodded, and she brought her lips to yours. It had been a little while since you had kissed a woman. Her lips were so smooth and soft, and you could smell her candy scented perfume. You gently put your hand to her chest, cupping her breast and thumbing her nipple through the shirt.

Carly broke the kiss first, her tongue licking a stripe down your neck that made a flush of arousal rewet your already soaked panties. " I think they're also getting along," she whispered. You both looked over to see Josh kissing and sucking on Michaels neck.

Watching your partner be somewhat intimate with another person lit a primal need in your core. You wanted to experience more with Josh, you wanted to watch him experience more.

"Hey y'all, sorry to interrupt but it's pickin' time!" Carmine interjected, rattling the bag of keys in front of your faces.

You looked over at the boys as Carly reached her hand in the bag, they had matching lust filled gazes eager to continue this elsewhere. After what felt like an eternity she pulled her hand out of the bag holding a rectangular key fob. The word Jeep embossed on the side. A few keys hung from the keychain along with a little metal peace sign charm. She had successfully found Josh's keys. Your stomach tingles with anticipation.

"Remember, triangle keychain." Carly whispered into your ear.

You reached your hand into the bag feeling around for the pointy keychain. Finally finding one that felt like a triangle you picked it up feeling triumphant. You pulled it out and showed it to her," Is this it?!"

You watched Carlys face fall," that's not it."

You stared at the keys in your hand, a Jeep key fob that resembled Josh's, a few house key type keys, and a keychain that was a triangle shape. It looked to be one of the flags that they have at the holes on golf courses.

*Josh POV*

You stared at the keys in Y/Ns hand and you felt your blood run ice cold. You know who's keys they are. You helped him pick out the Jeep. And before you two left the dealer lot you watched him attach that damn keychain. They belong to Danny.

He was your oldest friend, and you trusted him completely. You knew your girlfriend would be in excellent hands. The dilemma you were facing was that as much as you wanted to play with Carly, you wanted to play with Danny. He was your first crush that was a boy, he helped you realize your queerness. Over the years you and Danny have shared suggestive glances and some touches that held more meaning behind them than what initially appeared. You just never got the courage to do anything about it, you didn't want to jeopardize your friendship or the band. Tonight was different though, everyone had come here with the promise of sex. You exchanged phone numbers with Michael and Carly while promising them a fun time another night, and got up to find your girlfriend who was currently searching for the man who owned the keys she was holding. You found her and Daniel having a shot of tequila in the kitchen. Standing in the doorway you watched their interaction. Recognizing the mischievous glint in her eyes, you saw him reach out and cup her chin in his large hand.

"Come on babe, you know I can throw you around better than he can," Danny said smoothly.

Watching as she bit her lip and subtly clenched her thighs. She wanted him, and so did you.

Saying his name you called for their attention," Daniel. Would you be opposed to me joining your evening?" Silently you willed him to say yes.

"I wouldn't be opposed at all Joshua."

A large smile appears on all three of your faces.

Danny grabs Y/Ns hand and places his other low on your back guiding you both to the door.

"Let's go back to my place, yeah? Don't need Jakey knowing about any of the sinful things I plan on doing to you two," Danny cooed.

You locked eyes with your girlfriend who looked just as turned on as you were.

Watching in the backseat of his Jeep as Danny drove you saw her running her hand up the length of his muscular thigh getting closer and closer to the obvious tent in his jeans. Once Danny put the car in park he grabbed her wrist with one hand holding it still on his bulge,and brought her face to his with the other. Her soft jaw contrasting with his sharp one as they heatedly made out. The car was silent apart from the lewd sucking sounds,breathy moans, and your heavy breathing. Watching your partner kiss your childhood crush was doing something to you, feeling blood rush to your groin effectively making your cock hard. Your hand snaked its way to the crotch of your pants as you desperately palmed your erection. A small whine escaped your lips, and Danny broke the kiss turning his attention to you.

"Feeling a little left out Joshy?" Danny asked," come here."

Leaning forward in between the two front seats you felt his hot spit slicked lips capture your own. You couldn't help but tangle your fingers in his mane and tug gently, it was all you had wanted to do since he started that damn curl routine. Danny groaned into your mouth, the sound making your own cock twitch.

"Can we go inside now?" You heard your girlfriend ask. "I am so fucking turned on right now, I don't know how much more I can watch without taking my clothes off."

With that Danny opened his car door signally to us that it was indeed time to go inside.

The three of you beelined it to his bedroom, you and Y/N stood as Danny made himself comfortable on the mattress having already discarded his shirt. His eyes raked over the both of you, they were hungry and he looked intimidating. Very unlike his usual harmless teddy bear demeanor .

"Take your clothes off Josh." Danny commanded. Slowly you took off your necklace and t-shirt, folding them and setting them aside before unbuttoning your pants and sliding them and your underwear down your legs. Standing before him your cock bobbed and twitched sensitive to the cool air of his bedroom. Feeling oh so nervous you decided to try to take back a bit of your confidence. Strutting over to the bed, swinging your hips a bit in show, you went to grasp Danny's chin mirroring what he did to Y/N earlier.

" Baby boy, if you think you're going to have any control over me tonight you're going to be vastly mistaken." Danny scolded you before you could even open your mouth.

"Now sit down on the bed and play with that pretty cock of yours while I watch Y/N get undressed for me."

Quickly you got comfortable on his bed and wrapped a loose fist around yourself, slowly pumping. You were already wound so tight, so eager to get off. You knew tonight was going to be a battle of willpower to stave off your impending orgasm. Your eyes found your girlfriend taking her top off letting her breasts bounce, the metal bars through her nipples glinting in the low light made you squeeze your fist around your too hard member.

"Ahh, I remember those, I could see your cheeky little piercings through your bathing suit top the first day I met you. I remember being jealous of you,Josh." Danny retold," now Y/N sit up on the bed next to Josh. I want to have a taste of you both."

She got comfortable at your side, and intertwined your fingers together. She brought your hand up to her face and kissed it. You were busy looking at the excitement in her features as you felt bodyweight settle in between your legs. Turning your gaze down you thought you could cum right there just from witnessing your point of view. Hovering right above your red angry cock was Danny.

He crudely spit on two of his fingers before slipping them between your cheeks, rubbing your most sensitive orifice. Subconsciously you thrust your hips in the air, your cock begging for relief.

"Please Danny, I need it, I'm so hard. Please." Begging the beautiful boy above you.

Danny opened his mouth and brought it down on you. Groaning as you felt the warm wetness of his tongue swirling down your shaft. Shamelessly you whine and moan, toes curling as he sucked on your sensitive skin. Throbbing intensely as he timed his fingers with his tongue. He was hurtling you towards your orgasm.

"Danny, stop! I'm going to cum already if you don't stop."

Danny popped his lips off of your cock," If I let you cum now, do you think you can give me another one?"

Harshly swallowing you thought about it.

Y/N spoke up answering for you," He can. He will, right baby? You'll give Danny two orgasms."

Nodding your head furiously you agreed with her. Danny reattached himself to your cock, sucking you down greedily. You noticed he was rutting his own cock into the mattress as he worked you, turning your head you found your beautiful girlfriend with her fingers furiously shoved into her wet pussy. The wet squelching of her arousal as she finger fucked herself along with the wet sucking sounds Danny was making was becoming the tipping point of your orgasm.

" I - I'm cumming. Fuck, I'm cumming. Don't stop, God Danny don't stop."

Violently twitching your cock exploded down Danny's throat. He sucked you dry, as his tongue coaxed the entirety of your release into his mouth.

Cum drunk, he pulled off of you and your penis flopped onto your thigh with a wet thud.

"Your turn sweetie." Danny growled moving in between Y/Ns thick thighs.

*Y/N POV*

Leaning down you captured Danny's lips in your own. You could taste Josh's release on his tongue, it fueled your desire, turning you on even more. He ripped away from your kiss and pushed you back down onto the bed.

"I need to taste your pussy. Fuck you're so wet." Danny muttered from in between your thighs.

He licked a hot stripe from your anus to your clit before swirling the tip of his tongue around your sensitive bud. He pushed his large hands between your thighs, opening your legs wider for him to thoroughly eat you out. Ecstasy clouded your mind as he thrashed his mouth from side to side, licking everywhere as his nose nudged your clit.

"Fuck Danny, god I need to be fucked." You pleaded with him.

He got up on all fours," God, I am going to split you in two." Crawling over your frame you peered at his heavy cock. He was girthy and lengthy, and you had no doubts that he would split you in half.

He pulled your wide hips into his lap before slapping his hard cock on your clit teasing her.

Danny slowly pushed his way inside of you, aware that he was bigger than the cock you usually took.

Somewhat recovered from his orgasm Josh moved his way to kiss and lick at your chest while you got situated. As Josh lapped at your nipples you clenched around Danny letting him know it was time to start fucking you.

Rocking his hips into you it took him barely any effort to bottom out.

With the tip of his cock tapping your cervix you felt your orgasm start to overtake. Babbling incoherently with one hand gripped on Danny's forearm and the other gripped into Josh's hair you cried out as a squirt of liquid drenched Dannys stomach as he fucked you through your orgasm.

"Fuck, I knew you were going to be fun." Danny exclaimed, pulling out of you. He leaned over to whisper softly into Josh's ear as you recovered from your orgasm.

Josh came into your line of sight," You're doing so good baby. Are you ready for me?"

Looking down you saw his cock hard once again. Josh pulled a small stack of pillows down and told you to sit your ass down on them and lay back. With your hips elevated he grabbed his length and slid his tip through your wetness. Immediately you moaned at the feeling of his hot flesh slipping through your folds. Josh lined himself up with your entrance and pushed in, the angle he had your hips at made you feel gloriously full.

You knew Danny was somewhere behind Josh, from your limited view you could see a flash of dark curls now and again.

A pathetic sounding whine passed through Josh's lips, and you heard wet lapping noises. Feeling his cock twitching inside you,you realized that Danny was licking at Josh's hole while he was inside of you. A flush of arousal coated his length as you somehow got even more turned on. You heard the click of the top of a cap, and you watched from below as Josh's eyes screwed shut. His mouth hung slack and his cheeks were flushed red from the evening's activities. You felt Josh's hips gently press into your own, pumping into you, but it felt different than usual. You realized that Josh wasn't moving but Danny was. Danny was prepping him, finger fucking his hole.

"Do you feel good baby?" You asked him softly as your hand came up to caress his cheek.

"Incredible." He whispered back.

You saw Danny appear over his shoulder, kissing and sucking on his neck, "Do you think you're ready for me yet?"

"Yeah- yeah I'm ready."

Danny gently pushed on Josh's back so he was laying atop of your body.

As he nuzzled into your neck you locked eyes with Danny and a wicked grin formed on your face.

You watched Danny clench his jaw as he pushed into him.

"Relax baby." He said softly, running his hand down his back.

Josh's breath grew ragged and he took the massive intrusion.

"Please move." He whimpered into your neck. Pulling himself up off of your chest he repeated himself more surely," Danny, please move. I'm ready."

You felt Danny's hips push into his, effectively sliding his cock deeper into you.

"Fuck" you muttered.

After a few pumps the three of you found a rhythm. Sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room. You couldn't hold back; you were the personification of euphoria.

Your whole body was aflame, instinct, arousal,and pure sex courses through your veins.

"Fuck I'm cumming." You moaned out to the two men. Your pussy pulsed around Josh's cock before he groaned, filling you with hot sticky cum.

After a few more pumps Danny cried out that he was cumming as he filled Josh with his hot load.

Danny hissed as he pulled out of his tight heat, flopping onto the bed at your side. Josh mustered the last bit of strength he had remaining to pull out of you and lay down on your other side.

Comfortable silence filled the air as the three of you laid there blissed out. You felt love and comfort flowing through the room and you knew in that instant that it had to be replicated.

"We're doing this again right?" You spoke to both men.

"I'd be down for that. What about you Josh?" Danny asked.

"Oh, I'm so down to do that again." He replied sleepily from the crook of his arm.

Fin.

#gvf #danny gvf #jake gvf #josh gvf #josh kiszka #sam gvf #iced chai universe

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trashland-llamas · 2 years

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Hey, Catch!

Reader has shit coordination; dyspraxia

Gn reader

The boys had once tried to teach y/n how to use a controller, quickly realizing that while they understood it, they just couldn't react quick enough

Either way, they'd still try to convince y/n to play FIFA with them

There's been many times that y/n has gotten hit in the face w/ a ball, whether it be a basketball or a baseball

'How did you not see that?' Harry laughing when y/n just shrugs in response

Sometimes when carrying their laptop, Simon notices how it almost slips due to how loose of a grip they have on it

They have dropped a few plates and bowls b/c of the same problem

Vikk will try and make sure you have the right grip on it, even having a separate plastic set of dish wear

'Shit' is all they hear the first time it happens, those in the next room over speedrunning towards the sound

'Y/n, what happened?' all chipping in to clean up the broken shards

Tobi tries to remind them to not hold their fork too tightly when cutting something as y/n tends to get cramps in their hand

'What's so funny about how I hold my fork?'

'You hold it like a toddler mate.'

'Y/n stop throwing markers at me!'

'I don't mean to Behz!' it being the 3rd time during the sidemen go back to school video that while twirling their white board marker between their fingers, accidentally shot it towards Ethan's direction

Josh was the one who taught them how to tie their shoes, going through a variety of methods as they didn't understand what people meant when they talked about making 2 bunny ears, looping them around and going through the hole

None of them judging when y/n decides to wear slip on shoes instead, usually not giving it a second glance

Despite living in London for a long time, the Sidemen are confused that y/n still somehow doesn't know the main street name. Choosing to navigate based on landmarks

Hates wearing white as they end up getting multiple stains

JJ's the one to notice when speech is difficult for y/n; the give away being both how they phrase things and they start cussing more

'Take a minute, I'm not going anywhere.' He'll reassure when they get frustrated when struggling to answer simple questions like how their day was. Doesn't mind if they end up texting despite sitting right next to each other.

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jackiequick · 7 days

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Joshua Nolan - As sweet as honey but forgetful as a wish 🍯

= Note: He is also considered an Disney/OUAT OC

-> Christoper Robin — Joshua C. Nolan

-> How lucky I am to have something, that makes saying goodbye so hard

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Full name: Joshua Christopher Nolan-Morozov

Character titles: Christopher Robin, Daring Charming, The Knight, Lost Boy

Nicknames: Josh, Col, Colten, Robin, Charming Jr, Monkey, Silly Ol’ Bear, Sweet Boy

Age: 16-22

Height: 5’9

Birthplace: The Enchanted Forest

Job: Peacekeeper, Knight, Prince

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Parents: Snow White & Prince Charming — Amelia Parker & Nikolai Morozov

Uncles: Alexander Morozov (The Dark Prince), Cole Lensherr (Rumple), Captain Hook (Jeremy)

Aunts: Cinderella (Rochelle Romanoff) , Michelle Danvers (Charming) , Mal (Liane Felton)

Best Friends: Belladonna St. James — Golden Believer, Author, Black Swan

Sexuality: Into guy, girl or both?

Face claims: Jacob Tremblay (young), Alexander Calvert (older)

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— Personality 🧩

He teenager with a heart of gold, yet his journey through life has been marked by shadows of loneliness and uncertainty. Despite his innate kindness and compassion, Joshua often finds himself navigating the world with a sense of hesitancy and clumsiness.

He tends to be shy in unfamiliar situations, his steps cautious and his words often tinged with a hint of passive-aggressiveness as a shield against his own insecurities. Joshua's tendency to act before he thinks often leads to moments of forgetfulness and clumsiness, with questions arising either too late or too early in conversations.

Despite these challenges, Joshua possesses an unwavering determination to put his best foot forward, even if it means following someone else's lead. However, this inclination to defer to others sometimes lands him in trouble, as he struggles to assert himself in moments of uncertainty. Nevertheless, Joshua perseveres, his resolve unshaken as he strives to overcome obstacles and find his place in a world that often feels overwhelming and unfamiliar.

In addition, he is an invitation of light with a mere sense of darkness within due to be alone for so long and fear of being shut down for being an orphan. But he has an ability you can say, he can see people’s heart sometime’s before their action.

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Skills:

Swordsmanship

Marksmanship (with guns)

Archery (Bow & Arrow)

Negotiation

Quick Thinking

Light Magic?

Favorite Things:

Music

Reading & Writing (he has a knack for taking down notes and references to his latest research)

Movies (comedic and acclaimed action movies)

His silly old bear

His blanket with a monkey imprint

Blueberry pie

Honey with a dash of salt (or any other favorite snacks)

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—Playlist 🎶

—Yellow - Coldplay, ‘For you, I’d bleed myself dry’

—Somewhere Only We Know - Keane, ‘And if you have a minute, why don’t we go talk about it somewhere only we know’

—Slipping Through My Fingers - ABBA, ‘What happened to the wonderful adventures, the places I had planned for us to go?’

—It’s Time - Imagine Dragons, ‘Now, don’t you understand that I’m never changing who I am?’

—You Are My Sunshine - Johnny Cash, ‘You'll never know, dear. How much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away.’

—Dear Theodosia - HAMILTON, ‘Pride is not the word I'm looking for. There is so much more inside me now.’

—Lost Boy - Ruth B, ‘There was a time when I was alone. Nowhere to go and no place to call home’

—Fight Song - Rachel Platten, ‘Take back my life song. Prove I'm alright song.’

—Stand By You - Rachel Platten, 'Cause I'm gonna stand by you. Even if we're breaking down. We can find a way to break through’

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—Background 🎞️

Growing up in the real world, he just a newborn when he came. The only thing he has of his bio parents are a blanket with his name 'Joshua C.' that had a tiny little monkey imprinted next to his name. He kept it over the years and never let it go hoping to find his parents one day and understand what happened. Growing up, he was put in the system being raised by families here and there, he found people who cared for him and others who didn't.

He was close to be adopted once by it didn't go how he might've wanted due to a few legal mix-ups that happened. He was fine with it. He stayed with a couple of good friends who's parents were more than happy to have him live with them.

There he would read comic books like marvel & dc, watch a a lot of movies like Peter Pan, Tangled, Real Steel, The Dark Knight, Avengers, Star Wars. He would grow up mixing himself with ways to escape reality by watching shows, hanging out with friends and always trying to be a good person by the end of the day. Despite it being hard, he sometimes stole from stores to survive which caused him to be treated badly for his crimes.

He wasn't the best at Math or Science to a certain extent, but he was rather good with English and History for some reason. He did trouble reading for a while, a teacher told him it’s problem with ADHD that he would have to work on later in life.

He liked art too, always doodling in his notebook. Over the years he did trying searching for his parents and wondered about his name but never got a clear answer. His last name was given by the first ever family that took him called 'Nolan' and it kinda stick with him. He liked it but he always went with the flow of it all, feeling a little numb by the world around him watching everyone pass by as he stayed in the same spot wondering what’s wrong with him.

Did he screw up somehow?

—Despite the goodness he has gotten, being lucky with things. He did have his harsh moments like shaped him into keeping a guard up every once in a while. Poor kid has had his ass handed to him more than once.

Some families that took him one just wanted the money, he tend to get bullied at school for not knowing he was, he was shy so he didn't always stick up for himself so he ended up a little bruised growing up, but he had a mouth on him for sure. He was a kid, so he may act like a baby when he's hurt or something.

Joshua may be shy, kind, a little bitter like a lemon and like to maintain a positive outlook on life but he is strong willing, doesn't like to listen at times and destroy orders if allowed to survive, he will talk back in his own way and have his mind tinkering with other ideas. He has a small drive within him to go with the flow but keep his head up and make sure to things turn out alright.

He was a trooper!

———

—Little flashbacks 🌌

In the enchanted forest, when the land found out about Amelia’s pregnancy, people were overjoyed and curious. Gifts were brought by friends, polls were made on names, some of their friends went overboard with designs on the nursery and so much more.

The parents were most excited of all. With the plenty of things that happened in their world, they thought children were out of the question but fate stepped in to say otherwise. Plenty of names were made in the polls, adding middle names for good measure.

When it came to gifts, a certain women in purple couldn’t help the urge but to go shopping in the very markets for stuffed animals and clothes of all kind.

Prince Nikolai Charming walks into the nursery one afternoon as his jaw dropped finding stuffed animals of different kinds all wrapped with a bow. A bear, a tiger, a small pig, a rabbit, and plenty of others. For a moment he thought his wife went overboard when a sweet cloud of purple smoke came popping in beside him as the women inside it grinned.

“You love it?” She said picking up one of the stuffed creatures playing with it’s jaw and said, “This one is Eeyore! Isn’t he cute?”

“You spoiling my child, they haven’t even arrived yet.” He replied with a chuckle reaching for a silly ol’ yellow bear, “Aww.”

“But aren’t they darling?”

“They are. Very are more than welcome to stay in this castle.”

“Wonderful! I also have a stuffed owl being brought up soon.”

The lady of the home walked in to see her husband and friend playing with the toys as if they are were children. She smiled asking, “Did you buy the whole market?”

“Hey! When you marry a prince, you understand the life of shopping for glory items.” Said Mal with a grin, “You love it?”

“I do. Cole will have a say about this, thinking you’re doing this to have your name on the poll.”

“Oh please, we would never..I like Liana as a name.”

“I knew it.” Responded her husband with a cheeky grin, looking over at the blanket laying over the crib the the stuffed bear in hand having an idea for later. He smirked to himself.

Charming moved behind his wife, using the paws of the bear to play the drums softly of her belly hoping it would get a kick out of their son or daughter. And to their surprise, a small kick came in return that startled his wife but got a laugh out of him. Liane laughed too.

Charming laughed, “Our kid seems to like the bear. Hmm, how about Winnie..?”

“..Pooh bear..” She added running her fingers across the stuff toy.

That same night as the two parents were crawling into bed, Charming hasn’t let go of that bear since, using it to tap over his wife’s belly as she laughed telling him to stop.

But he didn’t listen as he said, “Shh we are having father and baby playtime.”

“You’re a menace to society.” She repiled in between giggles.

“I know. I was thinking, for names..Joshua?”

“Joshua? I like it—no, I love it. Our little Josh and for a girl..Nadia?”

“Oooh Nadia..how about Robin? Nadia Robin”

“Pretty works for both!”

The two of them thought name list for a moment as their child kicked their mother again. Charming laugh finding it silly how his baby thinks it funny to frighten their mother as she glared at him not finding it so funny.

She spoke up this time holding up the list as she said, “Joshua..Christopher or Colton, as a middle name?”

He thought about it and snort pretending for a moment a scenario, “Joshua Christopher go to your room, young man..yeah I like it.”

“And Colton?”

“Hmm..Colton Robin, come downstairs for dinner we’re serving chicken!”

“Oooh Robin this time?”

As the parents talked issuing out names and combinations, their son or daughter kicked every once in a while. He was like their little monkey inside their mother’s belly.

~~~~

It was a late night, Amara Snow sat in the rocking chair of the nursery sewing together fabric to craft the blanket for their newly announced son.

She hummed a little tune instead of sleeping being careful with the needle saying, “You are gonna love it out here, bubba. You can jump around, learn how to read and write, have picnics outside theses walls, go to balls where you can dance past your bedtime..oh and you can hear your father sing.”

As if on cue, the man of the house walked in carrying designs he had for the blanket hearing the last part of her words.

He joked, “I don’t sing, my son.”

“Yes you do.” She replied noticing the papers in his hand, “What’s that?”

“Drawings I made for the blanket to put right next to his name.”

“Oh let me see.”

He reaches down to sit beside her, holding out the drawings to be made into patches for the blanket. One of a monkey, the other of a bear, a bird, a leaf, a crescent moon and a lovely sun.

The two of them choose the monkey to fit their little man best, deciding to place the right next to Joshua’s name in a sweet stylish handwriting. Cole wanted a settle for a stylish font for the name which was a darling choice.

“Our little monkey.” Nikolai joked resting a hand on her belly as a little punch was given in return causing him to gasp, “I thought you were asleep. Go to sleep!”

It was as if their son refuse to listen and kicked his father’s hand again. It was Snow’s turn to laugh at his reaction hearing that their son would be ground til he’s 2, if he doesn’t go to sleep. Her husband sent her a playful glare asking if she found it funny as she nodded.

“Then again, we aren’t much sleepers either hon.” Amelia added mid laugh.

“Not helping.” He respond trying to hide his smirk but failed.

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They had their good times and they’re bad with little Joshua despite not being born yet. Times Amelia would feel tired, other moments across during her pregnancy having gotten into some delicate cravings and or not fitting into her old dresses.

It kinda actually kinda cute sometimes, with their friends laughing. Cole would walk into her craving salted caramel cookies in the kitchen stealing one out of her hand taking a large bite as she pouts and glares at him. Charming would admit his one of his favorite moments were the fact that she had theses cravings, which meant he can buy as many treats as he liked. She would sometimes find his stuffing his face with leftovers in the middle of the night instead of resting and he would just give her a witty comeback in return.

Rochelle sometimes find her trying to sew a dress that would actually fit as she giggled wondering, if she’s alright and needed any help as the brunette would only nod.

“Your son is killing me.”

“Don’t talk about my child that way.”

“Joshua is trying to use my body as a punching bag resulting in my sore back and the other times, I’m carving something like pie or pasta.”

“Atta’ boy, he’s going to grow up and have an amazing taste in food like his father.”

Nik would hold back a laugh at his wife’s glare knowing she means well, just tired. Other days she was rather relaxed and chilling like nothing happened, enjoying her time. Other time he would get a glare from her that was rather hilarious to him.

“Are you serious?” She added with a half smile.

He cup her face and smile, “I’m kidding, love. I know you tired but think of this as his way of entertaining you while I’m gone.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry..I’m being a whiny wife to you.”

“It’s not your fault, love. You have every right to be this way.”

“But, I sound like a little bitch..I love our son, I’m just tired..”

“It’s okay. You need to rest.”

“So do you! You have been riding your horse, watching over our friends and practicing you’re fighting with Marlene for weeks now.”

“I’m fine.”

“Nicholas. You need to sleep, I’m worried about you.”

He smiled at how his wife was able to create life and worry about him all the same time despite her tiredness amazed him sometimes. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and then one to her belly promising to draw himself a bath then get some rest later that night after dinner.

~~~~~

The day Joshua was born was an unexpected one. Within their friend group—found family—nothing is ever normal. Despite the circumstances of his birth and having only a few mere moments with him, a promise stayed true. Their son is a trooper no matter what and even if he felt alone in life, he never was due to his parents being there in spirt even if he didn’t know it.

Heck his dad was fighting knights with him in the hallways, holding a sword in one hand and his son perfectly safe in the other. He wiggled a bit didn’t cry, only whimpered softly at the sudden movements. Nik grinned to himself as his gaze fell to his boy.

It also helped that before closing the door to protect their son from danger, Nik reaches for his stuffed bear gently placing it right next to him, as he kissed his forehead. He smiled softly at his son sweet little face, remembering the framed photos of himself as a child at his old home when he just born.

His beautiful boy.

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— Christopher Robin Era 🧸

The years when Joshua grew into his teenage-hood, he became more angsty and spiteful than ever before. Yes he was kind, humble enough and honest to everyone he spoke to. But he never felt truly valued or part of his pack. Despite being told time and time again by his father and mother, he was loved. He couldn’t fully comprehend the fact that he was meant to be home, safe and secure with them.

Especially with having an uncle so villainous as Alexander, and his adventures to different parts of the universe.

He decided to have faith in the possibility that he would get there someday and become worthy of the title, a part of the family. Because behind the awkward charm, clumsy tendencies, witty humor and gentle sarcasm held a lost boy from Neverland who was searching for comfort. And he found that comfort in old stuffed bear, Winnie The Pooh, who was there with him since day one of coming into this world as he never let go of him. He will forever be grateful for his father, Nikolai, for placing Pooh in the wardrobe that day, as that bear stayed with since birth.

-> He named Pooh bear, Winnie The Pooh, after the first kind person who treated him fair when he was only five. His kindergarten teacher Winnifred Robinson, as she was known to be a sweetheart towards him and his small set of classmates.

She could see a lot in someone by just the slightest hint of affection in her eyes. It instantly made Joshua smile and want to see the world instead of staying silent, allowing himself to explore creative ideas such as drawing and writing.

Due to spending so much time in her classroom, he would ask him about her thoughts on life and she would respond by saying whatever was on her mind in the most profound positive voice. Her voice was like honey.

Pooh brought support, reassurance and encouragement for him. Sometimes he would cuddle up with Pooh, looking up at the ceiling and just staring down at his chocolate brown buttons as the bear listened to him. It was like Pooh understood him in more ways than one.

Growing up, Pooh became his friend, as the two were going everywhere together. Hell, Joshua would eat his honey salted caramel cookies and play pretend that Pooh’s favorite treat was honey. When he was younger, he lost his silly old bear a couple of time in foster homes, as kids would throw the bear around and try to keep him away in the backyard to be dug up later. Which resulted in him having to wash the stuffed bear later on carefully and then put him on his bed for safety reasons.

-> When he was 14, Pooh ended up with a small cut on his chest and despite all of Joshua’s efforts, his sewing skills weren’t the best. He knew Pooh deserved a chance to look good and dapper in the eyes of his peers. So he found some cherry red fabric from the store across the street and kindly asked a friend, his caregiver at the time, to help him sew a shirt for the stuffed animals.

A few days later, Pooh was given a gift for his efforts, being a little cherry red shirt that covered his chest but left his belly open in the cutest way possible.

Joshua would muttered with a smile, “..silly old bear.”

As Joshua grew older, he became a bit colder than he expected to be but underneath that toughness, he was just as kind and loving as he used to be.

It just takes time for someone to see it, to listen and appreciate him for who he is. However to make sure he didn’t have his feelings hurt, he kept his guard up and watch his surroundings as much as possible. Which resulted in creating personas and short term alias with people he came across.

Some of alias came and went, but others stayed.

It’s how he met his first crush, Ginny Sullivan and her friends. Joshua was unsure of the girl and her two friends, so he decided to make himself an uneasy target and lie about himself.

He remembered he was rushing out of a store after stealing a small toy train, when he bumped into Ginny as she asked, “Woah, watch where you’re going, dummy.”

“So-sorry.” He said picking up his phone that fell on the ground.

“It’s cool. You’re in a rush?”

“More or less..”

“Where you headed?”

“Home.”

He left her on the streets alone until she crossed paths with the blonde girl again at the same spot. The second time, she stopped him, wanting to invite him out for a quick slice of pizza. He was 14 years old, he has nowhere else to be, no harm done right?

Wrong.

After that afternoon with Ginny, he grew to have a small crush on her. He never admitted it because he wasn’t interested in any relationship or anything, but he did regardless. She realized mid conversation she never asked him about his name, as Joshua blinked and said his name was Tim Robins.

And she surprisingly brought it.

Little did he know, Ginny was just using him to get something from the store across the street from the pizzeria. She wanted a pretty little bracelet from the back of the store. Because two weeks later of seeing each other, after a small date at McDonald’s, Ginny wanted to go to the store to buy some extra lipstick and Joshua shrugged deciding it would be a quick trip. He knew he wanted to sneak into that park on the other side of town later on, and she agreed to his request. Ginny grabbed her lipstick, an extra pair of sunglasses, a keychain and that cute little bracelet.

They were out of the store within a few minutes flat, sometime later the two of them were sitting lazily on the swings at the park, chatting and laughing. The two shared a small connection, with his parents always being busy and not having time for them (again, another lie on Joshua’s part), how they wished they could stop time and get a moment to breathe. Ginny smiled holding up the bracelet with a small chain of a flower on it, talking about how everyone is a flower and they just needed time to bloom.

Joshua felt that piece to his core and leaned in to kiss her cheek, taking Ginny by surprise as she pressed a small kiss to his cheek back.

However the moment was cut short, as two police officers found them, taking both teens to jail to be held overnight. Ginny lied saying it wasn’t her fault, that her “boyfriend wanted to treat her nice” as Joshua scoffed telling the officer the truth about what happened. That he had no idea that she stole the bracelet…

Let’s just say the next morning, Ginny didn’t talk to Joshua again and left the guy alone to take the blame. Once he got back to his foster parents, Joshua got a stern talking to and slapped for his actions, grounding him for a long period of time. Thankfully they didn’t press charges on the boy per say.

He climbed into his bed that day, laying down holding up Pooh and said, “Winnie, never fall for some dumb girl..she will just play you.”

He sighed to himself muttered, “..what am I doing? I barely go to school, don’t even bother to have friends..hell, I talk to my old stuff bear, no offense intended Pooh, I’m pathetic..”

“What does pathetic mean?” Said a tiny voice, who open the door to his bedroom with mousy brown hair, green eyes and wearing a blue dress.

His foster sister Darby, only 7 years old, who entered the room, allowing herself to sit on the bed without his permission to do so. Joshua just sighed and rolled his eyes at her explaining what the word meant as she nodded. She asked if he was in trouble and he just nodded.

“How long?” She asked pushing her bangs out of her face.

“No idea..” He answered with a sigh.

“..wh-so what are you gonna do now?”

“I don’t know. I’m screwed here..and I lied a lot about who I am..”

“Maybe you can find someone to tell you who you are?”

He scoffed, “Yeah right. The papers aren’t easy to find, Darb, I tried.”

“Well um…how about you make up a story?” She asked again digging her fingers into Pooh’s belly, “..like the drawings..”

“Like my drawings? Darb, I can’t just do that.”

“Yes you can! Like when you created those characters in your story like..um..Piglet, Tigger..and-and..”

“And Roo? The ones with Pooh I tell you about?”

She beamed and nodded, “Yes! Yes! Like the one where Pooh has a tea party with his friends and you invite me!”

He chuckled at that remebering that story, “I remember that. Pooh got his head stuck in a hole and his friends had to pull him out afterwards.”

“Yeah! You can do that!”

“..okay. Okay, I’ll bite, what would my name be?”

“I don’t know..”

Eventually he did figure it out. It took him a while, especially after his time with Darby’s parents were up, but he did. Joshua would spend time with his friends and the foster care workers, crafting little details of stories to tell one day in his book. He would sent the little drawings to the girl as she would write back in letter in appreciation for his stories.

He even wrote himself into the story as Carter Robins.

Of course, over the years after turning 15 and meeting his family, being his parents, aunts and uncles. Essentially spending some time Belladonna, finding his faith in people and understanding the truth to his history, he grew into changing the name.

He learned small details about his past experiences and hidden memories he had no idea about. Such as his full name, his skill set, his role in the world as peacekeeper among his friends and challenging his own thoughts on who he was meant to be.

It was nice yet difficult as his thoughts, opinions and feelings ate him away in confusion. He was always comparing himself to everyone else and wondered if he did belong there.

And he did. Because like anytime in Joshua’s life, it took time and patience to get to that point of acceptance in order to appreciate that account in his existence. As during an accidental encounter with Belladonna’s discoveries, two of them were sent back in time to the Enchanted Forest, before they were ever even considered ideas in their parent’s minds.

In order to get back and restore the small damage they done, the pair of friends had to go undercover as royals themselves. Thanks to Cole! Bella was not up for the challenge of disguising herself in some snarky little outfit in the beginning but as time passed she began to accept the plan.

Joshua took the lead during beginning of their trip, entering a Royal Ball (Princess Michelle’s party to where she would meet Rochelle for the first time) with Belladonna using fake names.

He announced them as Princess Leia Swan and used his middle name to refer to himself as Prince Christoper Robin.

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— The Eye Are Windows To The Soul 💫

Joshua's ability to perceive discern the intentions of others through his eyes is indeed a remarkable skill, one that sets him apart and adds depth to his character. His eyes serve as a mirror to the souls of those around him, reflecting their true nature and motivations with uncanny accuracy. Despite this extraordinary ability, Joshua remains humble and compassionate, using his gift for the greater good rather than personal gain.

His keen insight into human nature allows him to navigate complex social dynamics with ease, as he can see beyond surface appearances to uncover the underlying truths. Whether it's detecting deception or sensing genuine sincerity, Joshua's eyes serve as a guide in his interactions with others, offering him a unique perspective on the world.

One look into his eyes and you might as well served yourself a chance at being his friend or foe. It’s a pool of curiosity his eyes carry, that might even make the other wish they looked the opposite direction.

This skill not only enhances Joshua's ability to connect with people on a deeper level but also underscores his innate sense of empathy and understanding. By recognizing the complexities of human behavior, he is able to offer genuine compassion and support to those in need, making him a trusted confidant and ally to many.

In a world where words can often be misleading, Joshua's eyes stand as a beacon of honesty and authenticity, shining light on the darkness and illuminating the path towards truth and understanding.

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— Overall Tale 📖

Joshua never thought himself as wanted, valued or respected enough to be cared for. As his journey from childhood to adolescence is marked by a profound sense of longing and displacement, coupled with moments of resilience and self-discovery.

Despite growing up in various foster homes and experiencing the transient nature of relationships, he finds solace in the companionship of his cherished stuffed bear, Winnie the Pooh. Pooh becomes more than just a toy; he is a constant source of comfort and a silent confidant in Joshua's tumultuous world.

Throughout his teenage years, Joshua grapples with a sense of identity and belonging, often feeling like an outsider looking in. He struggles to reconcile his desire for connection with his fear of rejection, leading him to adopt personas and aliases as a form of self-preservation. Despite his attempts to shield himself from hurt, he remains inherently kind-hearted and compassionate, traits that define his character amidst the chaos of adolescence.

Joshua's journey is also marked by pivotal encounters and moments of self-reflection. His brief but meaningful connection with Ginny Sullivan offers a glimpse of vulnerability and yearning beneath his guarded exterior. However, it also serves as a reminder of the complexities of human relationships and the importance of trust and authenticity.

As he navigates the challenges of adolescence, Joshua discovers the power of storytelling and creativity as a means of self-expression and healing. His alter ego, Christopher Robin, becomes a conduit for his imagination and a way to explore his own identity in a safe and nurturing environment.

Yes it will take time, however he is willing to take a step forward and make himself known to the people around him that he’s here to stay.

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