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alrightieaphroditie · 1 month

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goofy smiles | j.m.

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pairing *:·ﾟ afab!reader x joel miller wc *:·ﾟ2.6k an *:·ﾟso excited to continue with this series! i swear, i love each new installment more than the last. writing this has also given me more joel ideas, so i have a few wips that i'm bouncing between too that i'll hopefully post soonish :3 this is slightly edited, but if anything jumps out please let me know! comments and reblogs are always deeply appreciated! check the series masterlist for the series tags!

synopsis *:·ﾟ there's a dance night in jackson, and joel doesn't leave you hanging.

"i swear if we're late to this dance, i'm gonna be pissed." ellie's voice travels to your ears over the wind as she yanks you down the main street of jackson. in the distance, you could see that the patio near the tipsy bison had been set up once again; string lights crisscrossing their way overhead, with potted plants and wooden tables littering the sides, leaving the middle open as a makeshift dance floor.

you couldn't help but laugh as you picked up your pace, looping your arm through hers and continuing to head down the street. "ellie, hun. you're the one who requested i touch up your haircut five minutes before we were set to leave. i don't know what you want me to tell you." you knew defending yourself to her was pointless, though; once ellie had it in her head, that was it. if she thought it was your fault y'all were running late to the dance, then it was clearly your fault for taking so long to cut her hair.

as if proving your point, you heard her mutter, "as if that's my fault," under her breath while she ran her free hand through her now shorter locks. she had decided last minute that she wanted it cut just above her shoulders, especially with the summer heat already moving into wyoming. the look suited her, accentuating her sharp features while still making her look young. you were pretty proud of the job you did, regardless of if it made you guys late.

by the time you reached the fence line surrounding the patio, ellie had already pulled free from your grip and made a beeline to the far corner, where you could see jesse and a few other people mulling about. you watched them all comment on her hair, which made you grin; partly because of your skills, but mostly because seeing her fit in with this community brought nothing but peace to your heart.

satisfied that ellie was good, you glanced around the layout, taking notice of the tables that had been set up with food and drinks. it was near that table that your eyes came across joel, who was standing off to the side with tommy and another man. he hadn't noticed you yet, so you took that moment to take him in.

he was still wearing his work boots, having come directly here after helping rebuild something on the farm, and his jeans were lightly streaked with spots of mud and dirt. you had to admit that they fit him quite nicely, though, biting down on your bottom lip while seeing the way the material stretched over his thighs. a casual dark grey t-shirt clung to his upper body, and his hair was slightly messy up top, as if he had been running his fingers through it.

damn, did he look good. you had half a mind to drag him out of the patio and head back to your house.

you refrained, though. instead, you decided to make your way near him. the movement caught his eye, and as soon as those big brown eyes landed on your figure, a grin spread across his face. he patted tommy on the shoulder, his gaze never leaving yours, and quickly moved to meet you halfway. you gave tommy a finger wave when he looked over his shoulder to see where his brother went, all while grinning as you watched joel's hand reaching out when you got near, landing to rest against your hip.

"well, hey there, sugar. almost thought you were playin' hooky tonight." joel muttered, leaning in to press a kiss against your cheek. he wasn't really one for the big public displays of affection, but he also liked to remind all of the other men in town that you were his. it was a balancing act that he excelled at. you could feel his thumb gently caress the curve of your hip, could feel his fingers dig into the material of the blue dress you had put on lightly as you stepped up closer to him.

"me? play hooky? i don't know where you'd get that idea from," you teased, leaning into his touch. it was no secret that you were more introverted than most people in town, choosing to skip out on the social events every once in a while, to stay home and read your books. truthfully, you only started going to these events more often to catch glimpses of joel after he first moved here.

you'd never tell him that, though. his ego was already too big with you around. "i'm late because ellie wanted me to touch up her hair last minute. she might be worse than i am with the whole time management thing." your voice was teasing, and joel's grin grew even wider.

"baby, don't shoot the messenger, but nobody is as bad as you are with the time management thing." he leaned down to kiss your forehead, chuckling to himself as you slapped his chest. his grip on your hip tightened ever so slightly, and you were reminded of your earlier thought of dragging him home and having your way with him. at that moment, however, your stomach decided to growl somewhat loudly.

the man at your side let out a snort as your face flamed with embarrassment. joel turned his body to the side, ushering you in front of him and began walking towards the tables spread out with food. "c'mon, misses always-on-time. let's get some food in that starvin' stomach of yours."

you happily obliged, slipping your arm around joel's back as you made your way to the refreshments. joel grabbed one of the plates, holding it out for you as you loaded it up with anything that looked remotely good. you made sure to get extras, too, because joel had a habit of snacking on your plate no matter where you were, despite him claiming to not be hungry every time. you grabbed a couple of the glasses that were set out as well, filling one with water and the other with the locally made whiskey joel liked.

he guided you to one of the tables, pulling out your chair with his free hand before gliding into the seat next to you. joel moved his seat ever so slightly closer to yours, his knee steadily brushing against yours as the two of you got settled. eventually, tommy and maria came to join the two of you, and you spent a good chunk of the night at that table; conversing about the future plans for jackson, commiserating with maria about how annoying the miller brothers could be, laughing at tommy's stories of the two of them before the outbreak.

sometime throughout the night, joel had slung his arm on the back of your chair, and you had moved to lean into his side, your hand resting on his upper thigh. his palm was planted on your shoulder, his thumb sneaking underneath the strap of your dress, occasionally gliding back and forth across your skin. he sipped his whiskey, and you noticed him checking on ellie every now and again, too.

tilting your head back, you took a moment to admire the man sitting next to you while his gaze was focused elsewhere. his skin was starting to get that summer tan again, and the hours of being out in the light had given his hair a few lighter streaks of color mixed in with the dark brown. his beard was growing in more fully too, though you could spot a few strands of grey peeking through here and there. the whiskey had warmed his cheeks, turning them light pink. for a brief moment, the suns setting rays hit joel's face just right, showcasing the different shades of brown within his eyes.

eventually, when the sun began to sink behind the mountains and the lights were flicked on, a few men crowed up on the side stage, each bearing different instruments. they started playing a chirpy tune, causing the crowd to holler in cheers as the dancing portion of the night started. tommy led maria away from the table, pulling her close and swaying her in the middle of the dance floor. it was always good fun, but tommy loved showing off his moves, so the couple was always at the center of attention.

you and joel sat comfortably together, your head resting against his shoulder as his thumb stroked away at your skin. joel has never been too big at participating in these events, happier to just sit on the sidelines and observe. you didn't really mind it either, as you weren't really a graceful dancer yourself and wanted to save yourself from potential embarrassment. so usually you two sat just like this, watching the community you've grown to love and accept as your own partake in the festivities.

joel's gruff voice interrupts your train of thought. "c'mon," he scoots his chair back, offering his hand towards you. with a shocked grin, you accept, letting him guide you from the table to the outskirts of the spot where people had gathered to dance. your eyes widened in surprise as his hands come to rest on your lower back, pulling you closer to him.

"joel miller, leading me to dance? you didn’t even make me beg," you tease, happily settling your hands on his shoulders, letting your fingers tickle the side of his neck. the begging was a tactic that wasn't totally necessary (joel would give you whatever you wanted the moment you asked for it) but usually, on the few chances you did want to dance, you had to rely on that method to soften him up.

"not this time,” he clicks his tongue, giving you a smirk. "although i will be havin’ you beg for somethin’ else a little later tonight, sugar."

your laughter rung out across the patio, causing joel to grin sheepishly as the sound drew more attention your way. his hands tightened in the material of your dress, and you had a feeling you would be paying for that brief moment in the spotlight later, but you didn't mind. the sky was filling with stars, lightning bugs floating around in the balmy night air, laughter spilling in with the music. you were surrounded by your friends, your family, and dancing with your man; you simply couldn't complain.

hours later, when the band grew tired of performing and most of the crowd had dispersed, it was decided that the night was over. joel had left earlier with ellie, who had managed to sneak a little too much alcohol that night and needed help getting back to his house, but you chose to stay and help maria and tommy clean up the patio. maria was packing up the rest of the food and taking trips to the tipsy bison every now and then, and you and tommy were on table cleaning duty.

you were in your own little world, smiling to yourself as you wiped down the tables and picked up the floral decor that maria had strewn about, feeling so content with the way that the night had gone. before he had left, you and joel had spent the rest of the night dancing together, hiding on the sidelines, talking about anything and everything. your feet were sore, and you knew joel would be complaining about his back later, but it was worth it to you.

"you sure have joel wrapped around your finger, don't ya?" tommy's voice pulled you out of your mind, causing you to jump a little at the suddenness of it. you both laughed as you righted yourself, cheeks flushed from his comment.

"well, i don't know about that. he's still a stubborn ass most of the time," you teased, helping tommy gather up the decor on the last few tables while you talked. he chuckled at your comment, taking a second to wipe down the surfaces before turning back to you.

"honey, he never would've stepped foot into somethin' like this before you. you're bringing him back to life." his face was serious, but his eyes - so similar to joel's - held nothing but mirth. you felt your heart stutter at his words, could feel the prickling behind your eyes from the impact of his words.

"i think i could say the same thing." your voice was quiet, fingers clinging into your rag at the admission. tommy nodded his head, reaching out to squeeze your shoulder as you wiped away the lone tear that strayed from your eye. it wasn't a lie, either. you were fine with your life in jackson before joel, sure. you had made friends, were easily accepted into the community. after so many years fighting to survive, you finally had a safe haven.

but you didn't know you were missing something until joel showed up. your relationship was rocky at the start; joel really didn't want anything to do with you, or any of the other members of the community. you couldn't blame him, after hearing his story. but somewhere along the line, as joel became more comfortable in town, you fell into a fast friendship that slowly turned into something more.

whenever you were with him, your soul felt settled; like you had finally found the other half of your heart. he brought a sense of calmness to you that you didn't think existed anymore, a sense of safety and security. he loved you in the way that you always dreamed about as a little girl, before the world turned; deeply, utterly, truly. and you could only hope that he felt the same with you.

"it feels real good to hear you say that about my brother. he doesn't talk much 'bout his feelings, but shit. every time you walk in his vicinity, he gets this goofy ass grin on his face. sometimes i don't even think he realizes he's doin' it, either. that speaks volumes, honey." tommy's fingers squeezed your shoulder once more before letting go, and you watched him gather up his bag of decorations and head over to maria. her laughter echoed through the night as he planted an obnoxious kiss on her cheek.

you let tommy's words settle into your mind, a rush of heady emotions flowing through your veins. you knew joel loved you, there was absolutely no doubt about that. but hearing that conformation from tommy, a man joel so clearly trusts and loves as well, was just everything to you. wiping your cheek once more, you move to clear off the last table, leaving your own bag of decorations by the entrance of the patio.

later, when you finally reached your house, you zeroed in on joel, who was finishing washing the dishes from lunch. without saying anything, you launched yourself on him, clinging to his back. your arms wrapped themselves around his middle, your cheek squished against his firm back. you could feel him chuckle, could hear him softly mutter, "what's this for?" while continuing to scrub away at the dishes.

instead of replying, you simply hummed, content against his back. that sense of security enveloped your heart, causing your eyes to fall shut as you tightened your grip around his waist. you heard him hum too, though you knew he was mocking you - he hated when you responded to him with sounds. he wasn't irritated, though. instead, he turned the water off, drying his hands on the towel you had next to the sink. he removed your hands from his middle, pushing you back slightly as he turned to face you.

joel moved your hands back around his waist, gathering you up in his arms. it was then, with his lips pressed against your forehead, your face buried in his grey shirt, his heartbeat steady in your ears, that you finally felt at home.

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4acoffee · 2 years

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No More Regrets

synopsis. Where the class of 3-A go on a beach trip before graduation, and secrets are revealed when you happen upon a sleepy blonde that you decide will be the perfect person to burden with your late night reminiscing. If he doesn’t blow you up first that is.

pairing. bakugou x reader

word count. 2.6k words

genres & warnings. fluff, swearing, aged-up slightly, intense first kisses, their hormonal teenagers your honor, angst if you wear glasses

notes. Reposting this because it was literally my first fic I was proud of on this site like a year ago, and cuz I just hit 100 followers over the span of like three days because of a sad fic. Y'all really like angst damn. The kiss scene in this fic makes me remember why I love him every time i re-read it.

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The cold sea breeze gently grazed your skin as you stepped out of the old, cheap beach hotel that class 3-A had been staying in for the last week, a spur of the moment decision to get together to “celebrate all the good times”, as they’ve called it.

Not that graduating would make that big of an impact on your friendships, most of you were already planning on applying for a renowned hero-based college that hero course students from Yuuei have been known to attend.

It was a big step though, so you supposed this little trip wasn’t a bad idea.

Sand littered the concrete porch as a result of hundreds of people dragging their feet inside from the beach, and you winced at the unpleasant feeling of the small grains biting into the soles of your feet as you gingerly made your way to the shore.

You made your way down the shoreline, slowly letting your eyes adjust to the darkness as you watched small waves roll in and pull back out into the seemingly endless watery expanse of the sea.

Even after a long day at the beach, you had given up on sleep, as the girls in the room next door were being horribly loud, and you had instead resorted to taking a night stroll by yourself with the hopes that those noisy fiends would be asleep by the time you got back.

With your hands locked behind your back and hair ruffled by the wind, you wandered your way to the wall you had seen earlier in the day and scouted as a nice place to perch on and watch the tide roll in.

Multiple poorly made sandcastles and waterways were scattered around the otherwise untouched ground, and you were careful not to destroy any of the fragile structures as you walked

As you neared the graffiti-covered structure that you could barely make out in the darkness, you caught sight of a familiar silhouette of messy spiked hair settled on top. Pausing for just a moment when you realized who it was, you almost decided to turn back and take your chances with the girls.

“—Bakugou?” you asked uncertainly.

He looked down, crimson eyes looked stunning with the moonlight reflecting in them, but narrowed at your silent approach.

You.” he started, sounding annoyed, “What do you want.”

As if you had come to disturb his peace on purpose.

You bristled at his tone. Oh boy. “— Uh, the girls were being loud and I couldn’t really sleep- so I thought I’d come sit here for a while.” you tried to explain through your exhausted state, waving your arms vaguely towards the wall.

He raised an eyebrow, looking unimpressed.

It wasn’t that you and Bakugou didn't like each other necessarily, you just frequently clashed in often pointless yelling matches, going head to head, nearly killing each other during training many times. But to be fair, ― so did just about everybody else who knew the aggressive male.

Still, after three years of knowing the guy, you had formed some sort of strange friendship after facing countless villains and near-death situations together. Not to mention being dragged into the dumb shenanigans of your mindless classmates that you knew you had both grown equally fond of.

But he was there first so you decided that he technically had rights to have the place to himself

“Well then,— since you were here first, I’ll just keep walking. Later Bakugou.” You turned around to quickly make your leave.

“— Oi, wait-”

You stopped and swiveled back around to see him wearing a conflicted expression, like he would much rather throw himself into the ocean before him than say what he wanted to.

“Tch, You can stay.”

Eh??

“What?” You asked incredulously, sure that you must have misheard.

"What?" He mocked, mimicking your voice.

Rolling his eyes, he looked away.

“I said, you can stay dumbass — you won’t find a better fucking place here than this.”

He spat each word out slowly like you were some annoying child, too dull to understand what he was saying.

You blinked dumbly at him.

“Or you can just leave and try to sleep with your annoying friends, I don’t care.” he chided.

Not willing to give up this sudden act of uncharacteristic generosity, you moved back towards the wall and pulled yourself up to the top of the old stone structure, moving to where he was seated and being careful not to place your feet too close to any of the weather worn sides where you could easily slip off.

You sat down and swung your legs over the ledge, leaving about a hands length of distance in between the two of you.

You both sat in silence for some time, breathing in the salty moist sea air, watching the waves try to crawl away from the dark stretch of deep blue water and be pulled helplessly back in a mesmerizing rhythm.

Occasionally you would sneak fleeting glances at the boy beside you, with his ruffled bed hair and sleepy eyes, you might have almost labeled him as cute— were it not for the seemingly permanent scowl set on his face.

You settled your gaze on the water and thought back to how far you’ve all come in the last three years, — as hero’s, as people. How the temper Bakugou had always held, had gotten slightly better, or maybe he was just soft for his classmates now. You had all grown so much, it was hard to believe your time at Yuuei was almost over.

“Oi, What are you thinking about so hard.”

You turned your head towards the blonde who was watching your silent reminiscing.

“You got that stupid look on your face when you’re thinking about something too much,— keep doing that and your brain is going to fry like that dunce face, idiot.”

Ignoring his petty jab, you looked down at your feet and shrugged, “It’s pretty weird that high school’s almost over huh? We’re gonna be adults pretty soon.”

He clicked his tongue at you, “Oi, don’t pull this shit on me now, I didn’t let you bother me just so you get all sappy over something lame.”

You looked away and sighed in exasperation, “I’m not gonna get sappy asshole, but just― uh, I don’t know, do you regret anything?”

“Regret?— no, I came to Yuuei to become the best hero ever, and that’s exactly what I did, why would I regret anything? Don’t ask stupid questions you dolt.”

You looked at him pointedly, does he ever run out of insults?

“Ok, fair enough, you did what you came here to do, but being a part of the hero course, we didn’t have the uniform high school experience most kids do.”

You thought of the times when hero training had left you and the other students completely exhausted and mentally drained, to the point where you couldn’t do much other than sleep after class.

“Is there anything you regret missing out on?”

He fixed you with an impatient look, “What is that even supposed to mean.”

You hesitated, “Like, I wish I had tried to get along with everyone better from the beginning, instead of being so closed off. Or I always thought relationships and stuff were stupid, that we’re too young to be thinking of that shit, but Mina and Denki go off about how great it is all the time— and I wonder what it could have been like sometimes.”

You were just saying whatever came to you now, the tiredness clouding your minding completely obliterating any filter of shame you might have had.

“I’ve never kissed anyone before yunno.”

You kept your eyes trained on the water ahead. “It’s probably a stupid thing to regret but, whatever.”

“Hm,— loser.”

You grumbled and looked at him through the corner of your eye, annoyed to see him smirking.

You sighed and turned to him, “Ok, — so I’ve spilled my deepest secrets to you, now it’s your turn, blasty.”

He rolled his eyes at you like the big extra asshole he is and scowled, holding his hand up menacingly.

“I regret not blowing you’re ass up to the moon the first chance I got, dipshit.”

You frown at him and raise an eyebrow unamused.

Bakugou huffs and rests his hands behind him and looks up at the sky where the stars were clearly visible, un-obscured by the lights of the big city. You wait for him to continue.

“I guess, instead of looking down on everyone around me at first, If I could have accepted their strengths and learned from them, I would have improved even faster and been first from the very beginning. Not that it matters now,― ’m always gonna be the best.”

You smile softly to yourself at that, Bakugou may be a little rough around the edges but he was always giving it his all, and his personality had certainly improved from where he was before.

“Aw.” You shove him with your shoulder, “Look at you being all mature and accepting your faults.”

He snaps his head towards you, “Wha― shut up! Their not faults! I don’t have faults!”

A burst of laughter escaped your mouth and he turned away pouting, you suppressed an eye roll.

You grinned and settled into quiet silence again, this time it was a little more comfortable, because the damn guy can't let good things stay good, Bakugou soon muttered something else.

“Huh?”

“I said, I’ve never kissed anyone before either. Damn, get your ears checked.”

You gawked at him. He’s never kissed anyone before? And he had the audacity to make fun of you for it!

“But, you called me a loser for never being kissed before! You hypocritical fucking asshole! What the hell!”

He clenched his jaw and blinked dismissively at you.

“Yea, whatever— so do you want to or not?”

You stared at him in confusion, still slightly peeved at him. “Want to what?” you asked.

“Hah?” He growled. “You’re the one who fucking― fuck, — dammit, do you wanna kiss or not dumbass!”

What? Kiss? Bakugou? What?

You gaped at him in disbelief, and your chest tightened around your now furiously beating heart.

You swallowed nervously and studied him, looking for any sign that he might be kidding, or you were imagining this.

One of his hands were stuffed into the pockets of his soft sleep pants and his posture seemed relaxed at first glance but looking closer, you could see that the hand resting behind him was clenched up into a fist, and his face held the slightest signs of a flush spreading across them.

You met his eyes and found yourself unable to look away. Bakugou had a way of intimidating people just by holding eye contact, an intimidating red that could make anyone cower uncomfortably, and like with everything else he does, ― he won’t back down. As if who will look away first is some kind of challenge he needs to win.

But this time, his expression was borderline nervous, shy almost, the scowl never left his face and his eyebrows creased further, but his voice came out more soft than his usual growl.

“You don’t have to if you don’t wanna.” He grumbled. “I only suggested it cause you were talking about regrets and kissing an’you shouldn’t graduate regretting shit like a loser―”

“―Ok.” You interrupted.

“Hah? Ok?"

The heat you’d been trying to stop from spreading across your face all this time, finally broke through and you shifted tensely.

“Yeah, C’mon it’s fine, I want this.”

His face reddened further and his eyes widened. “Don’t say it like that idiot! It sounds dirty.”

You stuttered and hit him on the shoulder before turning away and burying your face in your hands, “I- It did not! You just need to get your mind out of the gutter, shut the fuck up Bakugou!”

“You shut the fuck up!”

Ugh, hormonal teenagers!

You took a deep breath and tried to regain your bearings and looked up through your fingers to see that he was already watching you closely.

He sighed and glared at you.

“Hey, - I can’t kiss you if you’re not looking at me.”

You only peered at him with wider eyes.

How could he change moods so fast? You swore, this boy was going to give you whiplash one day.

Trying to control your breathing one more time, you let out a shaky breath and removed your hands from your face, looking up at him through you’re eyelashes.

You straightened your back and drew the leg closest to him up so it was in between the two of you, bringing you to face him completely.

Still not able to meet his eyes bored into his unfairly well-built chest, clad in a black night shirt, as if they held all the answers to the world.

You felt his hand brush the side of your arm and wrap his fingers around it, pulling you closer till you could feel his breath on your cheek.

You bit your lip and tilted your head up to look at him. You met his eyes, a deep red in the darkness, and hoped he couldn’t hear your heart beating rapidly, even over the wind and the waves.

His other hand came up to graze your face and hooked under your chin, bringing you even closer to him. He followed your gaze as they fell on his lips and you licked your own unconsciously.

Slowly, you both closed the distance, lips meeting softly in the middle. You stayed still for a moment, and relaxed when he started moving against you, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Your mind blanked and seemed to go on autopilot after that. Hands moving from your sides to grip his shirt and bunch them into fists, pulling him even closer.

One of his hands snaked around your back, holding you in place while the other caressed your cheek and buried itself in your hair. Your lips molded against each other and you pushed against him a little harder.

For someone who’s never kissed anyone before, he sure was good at it.

The hand in your hair pulled slightly and angled your head upwards and deepened the kiss, you gasped when his tongue slipped out to run over your bottom lip and pulled it in between his teeth.

Your heart fluttered wildly, too much contact all at once and with the kiss moving faster with every passing second, you could only hold on desperately to his shirt, trying to ground yourself from the haze threatening to engulf your mind.

You’re mouths parted and danced recklessly into each other, his movements were controlling and powerful, biting at your lips every so often and running over them with his soft tongue in apology, and you tried to keep up on your side, responding with eager motions and little tugs of your teeth, the low groans he released when you tugged gently at his ash-blonde hair with the hand that had somehow found its way there, a sure sign that you were doing something right.

After what could have been minutes, or hours, only did your part for air. Whatever hesitation you had was gone and you both panted heavily, staring at each other with half-lidded eyes.

Somewhere in you’re intoxicated state, you realized that one of his hand’s hand slipped under your shirt and was running soothing patterns on your back, and you sighed softly at the feeling.

He seemed to realize this and moved his hand away, hesitantly you both drew away from each other. You almost sighed out loud at the loss of feeling and warmth and took in a deep breath.

“Well.” You started, voice a little broken. “That was ― nice.”

He ran a hand through his hair and let out a breathy laugh, you noticed the way his lips were swollen, and his cheeks a slightly red tinge and you couldn’t help the sudden surge of smugness that spread over you, even though you guessed you were in no less of a disheveled state.

“Yea,― nice.” he answered.

He then grinned slyly at you and you’re heart skipped a beat.

You just weren’t used to seeing him with such a boyish look you, told yourself.

“So then, no more regrets? You look like you enjoyed yourself.”

You sighed deeply and rolled your eyes, sending him a little glare.

“Yeah, No more regrets, asshole.”

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highpri3stess · 2 months

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Alright, Imma say it anyways.

Tw. Racism death threats etc

First, I'd like to thank people who told me to do other stuff outside tumblr today. You are real ones and I am grateful because I would have lost my mind if I didn't do something else today. To people who texted and checked up on me. You are real ones. I was getting to a level where my mental state was spiraling and yall talked sense into me. I'm gonna let this go, right after this.

Now, to the controversal statement.

This is the last thing I'll say before I do other stuff on here.

If you expect me to be quiet after seeing "Monica deserves fifty lashes, she's a slave n-word bitch that needs to be decapitated and her boobs cut off" you are racist. No, no, no don't gasp, don't gasp you know it's the truth.

If I unfollowed you after that issue and you blocked me, you prove to me, you are an enabler of racism. No, no, no, don't gasp either, you know it's the truth.

If you were a black creator who followed me and then got mad at me and unfollowed me because if that issue, you are also an enabler of racism. No no no don't gasp, don't gasp hold your breath I'm not done talking.

You know why I said this thing?

Three of the people in these categories were actually defending that guy caught with shota shit. Yes. You people were so ready to defend that guy, one of you even made a fucking alt account to defend that piece of shite, as if his life was in danger. I saw some people I'm exmoots with liking posts defending him while saying "oh his actions are gross". Who are you trying to deceive?

And when I started getting racist anons, some of yall had the nerve to tell me I am a drama blog and yall don't want to hang out with me no more. I was literally getting threats and slurs and that was all some of you said on anon. And you have the guts to still reblog shit on my account? Is it because I didn't expose you? Because I know it was you. Yes you. One of you even caused the entire issue by sending the post to that person. I know you. You caused this. Fuck you.

And yes I called some of you inhumane. You all were ready to jump on that guys dick but to defend someone who was recieving SLURS all of a sudden "I'm not a discourse blog". And when I said it, some of yall appeared in my dms saying I was being too mean. No. That was me being TOO nice, I could have called them something far worse and they would have deserved anything I called them.

And hell, some of you that are black jumped in my dms. I know you would not have the balls to open your damn mouth if it was not your fellow black authors, since you decided you wanted to kiss ass. And I know you don't have the balls because you did not go to the perpertrator and disrespect them like that.

All of you involved plus that weak ass fool going on people's accounts saying those slurs are spineless. Spineless weaklings. Since all of you in these groups of people have decided to be afraid of some disgraced mf who cannot do shit off anon, you all are the weakest links. And you deserved to be dragged by the root of your hair because you rather defend a pedo than stand against racism.

And if this offends you and your Kabal, or your queen mother, since you people are shaking in your boots when you see her, you have yourself to blame. Look in the mirror and reflect. Maybe grow a pair or two.

Anytime I feel bad, I remember you mfs and I feel better about myself. "I may be having a hard time, but at least I'm not spineless."

I am glad I broke mutuals with some of you weird bitches and I am glad my anons are off. Trust, if you ever get harrassed, you do not have my sympathy. In fact, I will tell you word for word, exactly what you told me and I will do it off anon- "Why are you being a drama blog?" "Just stop being angry and touch grass"

If the shoe fits. If you like, send this on your discord server and groups. Fuck y'all.

- love, Monica

#monica.speaks ♡#tw. discourse #tw.racism #i said what i said #go and hit your head on the wall #fandom

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shurisleftearring · 3 months

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Green Eyes

I am so scared posting this but here it is, my first part (maybe). Any grammar or plot suggestions are welcomed, but please be nice. Not sure if I wanna include smut in this story or not idk. Anyways, thanks for reading, and enjoy! :) (Also how the fuck do I work this damn app? I am so fucking confused it’s sad fr)

But I don’t love you anymore, I’m so insecure, never knew that love did this…

Word count: 1k+

Pairing: Shuri x Black!fem!reader

Summary: Five years. It’s been five years since the blip. And even longer since you’ve been in a relationship. Maybe it’s for the best. The last time you were in a relationship, it just ended in disarray. But, when your ex comes back into your life, can you start over and do it again? Or try to move on with an unexpected love?

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“Y/n c’mon, you are slow!”

You were always late. You can never make it to anything on time. That’s what you need to change. You somehow wake up 5 hours before and still end up 10-15 minutes late.

“I’m coming damn, hold up.”

“Girl, I need you to make this on time, the board offered us amazing positions at Stark Industries and WE.CANNOT.BE.LATE.”

At this point you were rushing to get your hair together, your makeup on, and your fit. You had a very boring style, but sometimes you surprised people.

“Is this okay?”

“Girl, it’s fine. Now c’monn”

“Ok ok damn”

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By the time you got there, you had one minute left. You used that minute to scope the place out. Can’t even lie, it was beautiful. All of those good-looking drinks, food, people. You were in awe.

“Damn, this place is nice!” You said.

“Girl, I know we're in the big money now!” Kaira said.

You and your close co-worker friend get guided to the huge table in the back. When you see the table everybody is already there. You look around and your heart drops to you stomach. It's her. At first, you had no idea who she was, she had changed so much. She dresses more masculine now, she has sides of her hair cut, and she has on grillz. You are wondering where the hell she knows about those. Back when y'all used to “date”, y'all were both young and didn’t know shit.

“Shit,” you whispered.

“What did you say, girl?” Kaira said.

“Oh nothing”

You were freaking out inside. Lost in your thoughts. Your memories of her. You were so lost in your own head that you didn’t notice that she he saw you too. She almost spat her drink out. She didn’t even recognize you.

“Damn, she's fine. Do you know her Shuri?” Peter said.

“...No,” Shuri said, looking away from your curvaceous body.

“Mm, well I’m going to go over there and introduce myself”

“Don’t you have Mj?”

“Well…she doesn’t remember me. Our love can wait”

Shuri rolled her eyes and they landed on you. She saw how beautiful you became. Your braces were gone and got a skincare routine. She saw how your body grew into its grown woman body. Your thighs, hips, and breasts were just too mesmerizing. She was shamelessly checking you out, not caring who saw. You were trying to look distracted when you accidentally locked eyes with Shuri. Her gaze suddenly made you weak in the knees. You didn’t even notice that you were about to run into a waiter. You ran into the waiter, the gaze broken. She started chuckling, not realizing how powerful her stare was. She guessed that’s how she got all those models so easily. You apologized to the waiter and walked to your seat, trying to get some dignity back.

“Girl, are you ok?” your co-worker friend asked.

“Yeah. I’m good Kaira”

“I swear you always trippin’ somewhere” she said laughing.

You laughed praying that no one saw that. You looked and saw that you were sitting in between Okoye and Kaira. Thank god you weren’t sitting next to her. But, across from her was even worse. Her staring just got more intense by the second. You tried to focus as Pepper Potts-Stark began.

“Well, now that we have everyone here, welcome. I hope we get a lot of things accomplished in these upcoming years, as you know the people are still-”

You were tryna listen, but you could feel her stare lingering on you. It makes your stomach churn and do somersaults.

“-Now, to focus on the positive things, I have decided to hire more people on the personal Avengers team. Welcome y/n and Kaira!”

You and Kaira stood up. Everyone clapped and said welcome. Kaira was eating up the attention thankfully.

“Well, if a pile of paperwork and deadlines to meet is a ‘ welcome’, then I’ll accept it,” Kaira said as people started chuckling.

“Ah, yes, as you can see, the team is very happy to see new people joining, but don’t let them bully you, okay?” Pepper said, winking.

“Oh, trust me I won’t,” You said.

“We’ll see about that sweetness,” Thor said.

You cringed at that. Men being men. The people at the table saw the discomfort on your face.

“Ok, enough guys. They’ve already experienced your ‘warm’ welcome” Shuri said.

“Not Shuri defending them. She must like one of them.” Peter said, drinking his drink.

Chuckles filled the room after he said that. He was honestly right but she was too prideful to accept it.

“Peter do not test me” She looked at Peter and he just drunk his drink and tried to hide his face.

“Ooo Shuri is going to mess him up”

“He's always talking he needs to shut up”

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A few hours later, everything was done. You and Kaira signed everything and promised to sign an NDA until your contract expires. Now people were just talking. You didn’t like being in boring places, but that was your life lately. Boring ass places.

“Girl, I am ready to go, I love networking, but damn it sure does make you tired.”

“Amen girl, I'm gonna crash at your place, is that okay?” You said

“Yeah, that’s fine. Also, I saw Her Majesty staring at you. Does she know you?”

You were trying not to show the sudden panic on your face.

“...Not Really…”

“Mhm, yeah ok.”

Kaira knew when you were lying. She knew you like the back of her hand. She always knew when you were sad, angry, happy, and when you were lying.

Y’all were leaving, laughing and chatting about how your first day would go. While walking, you notice a nice vintage 1964 Ferrari 250 GTO. Your mouth was wide open.

“Kaira look!” you said

Kaira looked and her mouth went wide open as well.

“Shit….that’s your dream car!” she squealed.

“I know! It’s so beautiful!”

“Excuse me”

You turned around and were moving out of the way when you saw it was Shuri. Her voice felt like butter, and you could smell her amazing vanilla perfume since she was close.

“Ooooo” Kaira mumbled.

Kaira was never any help. She was a proud instigator.

“Oh- Umm we're sorry, we-”

“It’s all good love, you were just admiring right?”

“Right”

Love. You haven't heard that word in a long time. She said so casually like you were still with her.

But you weren’t.

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6-7 years ago

“Sher please? You've known my friends for a while now. You said it yourself you trusted them!"

“Love, no. Besides I don’t like you hanging around Daniel anyways”

You groaned. “Shuri, we don’t like each other”

“You still like men"

You knelt down to her level. “But not that man. I don't like any men, just you” You pressed your lips on hers, her jealousy slowly drifting away. You loved moments like these. Her being putty in your hands.

“Ok fine. You can go. Only, you have to make sure that you call me every hour”

“Oh my God, you are so obsessive”

“It’s called keeping you safe”

“No one knows we're dating. I’ll be fine” You said, kissing her forehead.

“Mhm. Still, I want you to call me”

“Ok my love see you soon~” You went out the door and to one of your best friends arms for a hug.

"You ready to go girl?"

"Yes! I am so excited!"

"I'm surprised that Shuri even let you out"

"Haha, now hurry and let's get to this festival!" You squealed in excitement.

#letitia wright #shuri udaku #shuri x reader #lgbtq

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justagalwhowrites · 10 months

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Prompt 89 please

Hi Bestie!!

Thank you for this request! This was a fun one, I decided to do the DBF!Joel and Reader I did a one shot about a few weeks back. You can find that here for context but you can definitely just read this sucker all on its own.

Long Distance

You and Joel have been making long distance work but this week, things hit a bit of a snag.

Written from Prompt 89: “YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader (Same couple as DBF!Joel from Homecoming)

Warnings: SMUT! Masturbation (female), Oral (f receiving), unprotected PIV sex (wrap it up y'all!) No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only

Length: 2.5K

If you were going to make a list of things that sucked, you knew exactly where you’d start.

It used to be delays on the L making you late for work and the grocery store around the corner from your apartment being sold out of your favorite wine.

Now?

Distance. Long distance.

Long distance really fucking sucked.

Especially when you were stuck working with your ex and - not that it was a competition - but you’d totally won the breakup. Joel was so much hotter than your ex it wasn’t even funny.

Well, it was kind of funny.

It was also kind of funny how much better he was in bed, even if he had more than a decade on you - and anyone else you’d ever dated, for that matter.

Not to mention the fact that you were fucking crazy about the guy. Even if he was your dad’s best friend and you were trying to keep the fact that you spent half of your visits home to Austin across the street at Joel’s getting absolutely destroyed a secret.

“Your daddy’s gonna fuckin’ knock the shit out of me one of these days,” Joel muttered, still panting for breath as he lay next to you on the living room floor on your last visit. “I’ll deserve it, too, all the things I do to you…”

“All the things I beg you to do to me you mean,” you smirked a little.

“Fuckin’ dirty girl,” he growled.

You glanced at him, wicked gleam in your eye.

“Only for you,” you smirked.

“Damn right only for me,” he said, and he was on you again.

Normally, you made it work. You talked every day. The distance had been kind of nice for actually getting to know each other better. You hung out plenty when you visited but there was a limit to just how much you could get away with not being with your parents when visiting your parents. At least not without having an excuse - an excuse that neither you or Joel were ready to give quite yet. And when time was limited and Joel was there, his arms on display in those t-shirts that had to be tailored they fit so goddamn well and his eyes looking at you like he was starving and you were his favorite meal, talking wasn’t always on the top of the list.

You were kind of surprised at how fast he’d become your best friend considering he lived more than 1,000 miles away. You’d become experts at the watch party function on Amazon Video, the two of you regularly watching a movie or working your way through a TV show while video chatting (frequently needing to rewind a few minutes when you got sidetracked talking) and you now had a usual way to set up your tablet at your breakfast bar so it was like the two of you were having dinner together.

This week, however, he’d been all but MIA. He was still texting you periodically - always a good morning and good night and a check in part way through the day to see how things were going - but your usual phone dates had been ditched.

“I’m so sorry, I’m just too slammed tonight,” Joel texted one night, only about 10 minutes before the call was supposed to start. “I have to get this project plan done.”

“It’s pushing 9,” you texted back, trying to not sound like a total ass about it.

“I know,” he replied. “Trust me, I ain’t happy about it either.”

“Have fun with work,” you texted back, grinding your teeth.

You’d checked the group chat you had with your girlfriends and saw where a few of them were going out that night. You put on a cute dress, did your hair and make-up and went to the bar. You took a selfie with one of your friends and cocktail in your hand - your tits looking particularly good in this dress - and posted it to Instagram with the caption “Ladies nights are the best nights.”

Joel texted you 20 minutes later.

“Low blow, Princess.”

You smirked and texted back.

“Don’t know what you mean.”

He’d canceled every other night that week, too. You got the feeling he was keeping something from you and you didn’t like it. You had a three day weekend that weekend and had mentioned maybe coming down to visit weeks ago but Joel had asked you not to.

“Not even really worth the trip,” he said. “Don’t want you goin’ through all that trouble…”

Your boss let you off a few hours early Thursday afternoon and you went home, a little frustrated about the fact that you didn’t have plans for the weekend. You’d been kind of hoping Joel would reach out and see if you wanted to do a movie marathon or something one day but it hadn’t come up. But you’d left the weekend wide open. Like an idiot.

“So stupid,” you muttered, unzipping your skirt and unbuttoning your silky blouse. But when you caught sight of yourself in your full length mirror, you felt… well, like you looked damn good. Your hair and makeup were surprisingly intact after your commute home, the bra you had on was one of your favorites…

You left your thigh high stockings on and slipped your feet back into your heels and you struck a pose in front of the mirror, your shirt open to reveal a glimpse of the black lace bra with matching panties. You snapped the photo and texted it to Joel.

“Hope your day is going well.”

You took off the shirt and turned around in the mirror, so you could see just how well the black lace thong highlighted the shape of your ass. You took a photo of that, too.

“I got off work early,” you typed, sending that photo along, too.

You posed carefully, looking up at the camera almost like you would if you were on your knees in front of him to suck him off, aligning things so he had the perfect view of your cleavage.

“Too bad I don’t have anything to do.”

You took off the bra then and got one of your more… sizable toys from your nightstand, the one that reminded you most of Joel, and you lay down on the bed. You carefully arranged things and framed up the shot, making it so he could just see the burgundy tint of your lips, the way your necklace fell into the hollow of your throat and the toy set between your breasts.

“Figured I’d take care of things myself since you’ve got better things to do.”

You tossed your phone to the corner of the bed and slipped off your panties, fantasizing about everything Joel had done to you the last time you’d come to visit, fucking yourself hard but not feeling particularly satisfied when you were done.

You sighed and cleaned the toy and put on some leggings and a tank top with a hoodie you’d stolen from Joel and realized that you’d spent the last two hours in your own head with your fingers rubbing your clit and you had no idea what to have for dinner. You retrieved your phone from where it had gotten kicked onto the floor mid-orgasm and realized you had a bunch of missed calls and texts from Joel.

“Going better now, Princess,” the first text said. “But take it easy on me, heading into a meeting.”

“Oh shit,” you winced. He was probably somewhere without great signal, everything was showing as sent on your end by the time he started replying.

It only got worse from there.

“Baby, you are sexy as hell but now ain’t the time,” the next text said. “Please listen and cool it, I have to present.”

“What did I just say?”

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?”

“ANSWER YOUR DAMN PHONE PRINCESS.”

You checked your voicemail, putting it on speaker as you winced.

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

Yeah, you had. That… that was exactly what you’d done.

“I get that you’re pissed at me right now, Baby, but fuckin’ hell, you can’t just do that shit! Next time I see you, you’re gonna regret that.”

You tried to call him back and apologize - or at least explain - but it went straight to voicemail.

“Apparently not that important to you,” you muttered, tapping the phone on your hand and going to find a movie to watch, one that Joel would hate so you’d keep yourself busy and not feel like you were missing out.

When you started feeling hungry, you went in and ordered enough Indian food on Uber Eats to last you the weekend and went to pick the next movie to watch. But it was only about 15 minutes after you’d ordered that there was a knock on your door. You frowned.

“That was suspiciously fast,” you muttered, going for the door and not bothering to look through the peep hole.

But it wasn’t the delivery guy standing there.

It was Joel.

“What!” You yelped, launching yourself at him, throwing your arms around his neck. He caught you, his arms going around your waist as you kissed all the parts of his skin you could reach. “What the hell are you doing in Chicago? I thought you were busy this weekend…”

“Tryin’ to surprise you,” he muttered into your shoulder. “Been tryin’ to cram a week’s worth of work into four days so I could see you…”

“Joel!” You leaned back from him and he set you back on the ground. “You should have said something!”

“Now where’s the fun in that?” He asked as you pulled him into your apartment. He set his bag down on the couch and draped his jacket on the back of one of your bar stools. “Now, you really sittin’ up here thinkin’ I was losin’ interest? That why you sent me those photos?”

“Maybe…” you said, sheepish.

“How about I go fix that,” he said, tugging you tight to his body and kissing you deeply.

You pulled him back to your bedroom, pulling at his clothes on the way. He slid the hoodie off of you and frowned.

“This mine?” He asked. You shrugged, smiling a little. “Been lookin’ for that.”

“I look better in it,” you replied.

He laughed.

“Well that’s the fuckin’ truth.”

He pushed you back onto the bed and immediately pulled your leggings down your body, tossing them on the chair in the corner before he all but dove between your legs, spreading your thighs wide.

“Look at this,” he ran a thumb over your wet slit. “My messy girl, takin’ matters into her own hands…”

You whimpered.

“Thinkin’ you might have gotten your fill earlier,” he said, brushing your clit with his thumb. “Thinkin’ this should all be for me, now. Since you sent me all those dirty pictures and I haven’t had a chance to take care of a damn thing. Been hard for you for fuckin’ hours…”

He licked along your seam, from your grasping entrance up to your clit before thrusting his tongue inside you, the move harsh and insistent.

“Joel!” You gasped, your hand going to his head, fingers digging into his curls. He just moaned against you, his thumb working your clit as he devoured you.

He knew exactly how to get you off and he did everything to bring you right to the edge before pulling back again and again, your whole body tense and needy. You whimpered and keened as he unzipped his jeans, pulling his dripping length out and rubbing it while kneeling between your thighs. You squirmed, trying to find something - anything - to give you some friction.

“Havin’ problems there, Princess?” He asked, his mouth shiny with your slick. “Wonder what that’s like, bein’ stuck lookin’ at exactly what you want and not in a position to do a damn thing about it…”

“I’m sorry,” you moaned. “I didn’t get your texts until after all mine had sent, I swear I wasn’t trying to be THAT mean!”

“Oh, so just a little mean?” He asked, lowering himself so his cock was brushing against your sex. “That all?”

“Just…” you panted and rocked your hips, trying to get him to properly fuck you. “Just wanted to make you want me…”

“Always wantin’ you,” he said, snapping his hips forward and filling you totally in one move. You gasped, your cunt starting to squeeze and pulse around him. He grunted at the feeling of it, one of his hands flying to your clit, working you through your orgasm. “Fuck, that’s right Baby, take it…”

“Fuck, Joel,” you moaned, almost crying with the force of your orgasm.

He started to fuck you - really fuck you - before it was over, your body immediately tightening around him again, not even a second of relief from your release.

“Told you you were gonna regret it,” his voice was harsh, rough. He lifted your legs so your ankles were by his shoulders, running his hands over your calves and thighs, getting even deeper into you with his new angle. “Fuck you feel good, not gonna last long…”

He drove into you hard and unrelenting, like he was trying to push himself fully into your overwrought body. One of his arms wrapped around your thighs, holding the backs of them to his stomach, while the other had reached between your legs to work your clit and you cried out at the contact, the feeling almost too much, your body almost too tight around him.

“Gonna cum on those perfect fuckin’ tits,” he panted. “Make sure you know how much I fuckin’ want you, even when I’m not around…”

You came around him with a pathetic cry and he fucked you through this orgasm, too, before he all but ripped himself from your body and leaned over you, jerking his cock with your slick just twice before spilling himself over your chest. He collapsed beside you, panting for breath.

“Jesus Christ,” you said once you were able to form words again.

“Missed you too, Baby,” he said, still a little breathless.

You smiled a little.

“So you’re saying that if I want you to come and fuck me senseless, all I have to do is send you nudes when you’re busy?” You asked, turning your head to look at him. He looked back, glaring at you.

“Swear to God Princess…” he looked like a predator about to pounce and you felt the heat that you’d thought you’d exhausted gather low in your stomach again when there was a knock at your front door.

You laughed.

“That would be dinner,” you said. “Would you mind getting that? I’m a bit of a mess…”

He pulled his pants on and grabbed his shirt.

“Saved by bell,” he winked. “But I think we’re gonna need to finish this conversation later…”

You smiled.

“Looking forward to it.”

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #smut fic #follower celebration

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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Lipstick Marks - Johnny Joestar

Pairing - Johnny Joestar x reader

Warnings - too much fluff frfr

Word Count - 411

Notes - (image below not mine) seriously obsessed with this. it's super nice to write for myself for a little bit, so it may be a while before i open requests again, especailly with finals coming up soon. matchups are opening on saturday up to 10 people and it's first come first serve :) hope everyone is well and staying hydrated! <333

Johnny woke up to find your cheek pressed against his bare chest, your face covered in his blue lipstick.

He stretched, noticing his hair was out of his signature little bandanna and definitely a mess.

It was already getting warm outside, Johnny could feel that even from inside of a tent. The desert in America was something else. You two definitely needed to head out soon 1. before Gyro could get on both of your asses about sleeping in, and 2. to get further in the race and hopefully find a nice place to stay in the shade before it gets too hot.

"y/n," Johnny poked your cheek, making your nose scrunch. "y/n, wake up."

You pushed his hand away and turned away from him, still cuddled on his chest.

"I'm serious, y/n. It'll get hot outside before we know it."

"Just five more minutes." Your voice was tired and small as you pulled the blanket away from Johnny and onto your body, wrapping yourself up like a little caterpillar.

"Gyro's gonna yell at us." Johnny's voice sounded pouty, his southern accent seeming really thick.

"I don't care." You muffled your voice under your blanket and Johnny stood up, putting on a shirt.

"Fine then, if you're so keen on sleepin' I'll just be on my way then."

"Okay then. I'll see you later."

"Baby," his voice sounded even more pouty as he tried to pull you out of the blanket. "You were supposed to spike up and get ready to head out."

"I still have 2 and a half minutes, bub."

You both jumped, hearing the sound of Gyro throw down a bag in your tent. "Are we leavin' or am I gonna have to leave y'all behind?"

You peeked your head out of the blanket and Gyro immediately burst into laughter.

"What's so funny?!" You sat up, not caring that your white tank top was a little lopsided.

"Damn, so that's what I heard last night!" Gyro said through laughter pointing at your lipstick covered face.

You and Johnny both blushed, pushing Gyro out of the room.

"Dammit Gyro," Johnny was struggling to push Gyro's laughing figure out of your tent. "Do ya gotta ruin everything?!"

Gyro just kept laughing, wiping a tear from his eye, before leaving the tent on his own accord. "Y'all better hurry up though, or I'm gonna leave without ya."

Well, you had to admit that that sure got you up.

~~~~~

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heyitsspiders · 2 months

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Lucifer x Transmasc! Reader - Falling for the Fallen Angel - Chapter 3

Hanging Out Once More

Alastor gets under your skin and Lucifer decides y'all should have another outing.

You woke up the next morning and all you could think of was Lucifer and his warm embrace. Not to mention he called you darling . It’s like he wants you to fall for him. You go about your morning routine, scrubbing any tiredness from your face and head to the kitchen. There were still dishes from last night that you needed to clean.

You set the water in the sink and let it fill up as you grabbed all the plates and utensils. You rolled up your sleeves and got to work cleaning. You still needed to make breakfast so you had to hurry. As you scrubbed the filth from the plates your mind kept drifting back to Lucifer. The embodiment of pride and the King of Hell and you were falling for him. You sighed, you were getting distracted and cleaning the same plate over and over. Maybe you needed a break. Did you have off days? You’d have to ask.

You set the overly clean plate on the counter and headed for the lobby, hoping to catch sight of Charlie. As you walked down the hall you heard a familiar voice. Was that… Lucifer? He wasn’t supposed to be here today! You quickened your pace and as you rounded the corner to the lobby all you saw was a glimpse of Lucifer as he left. You stood there, baffled and looked at Charlie, who had been waving to him as he left.

“What- Why was he here? And why did he leave?” You stammered, using your arms to motion to where he had just been to exemplify your point.

Charlie shrugged. “He just wanted to talk to me about something real quick. Nothing important,” she responded calmly, but a mischievous grin on her face saying it wasn’t ‘nothing’.

You stared at her before sighing. She wasn’t going to tell you. “Okay, well, I have a question.”

“Ask away!” She smiled.

“Do I get days off? I know I’m working in return for a free room but I’m not sure how well I can work everyday , you know?” You smiled nervously as you explained.

She nodded, “Of course! Just tell me the day before so I can plan accordingly!”

You sighed with relief, “Thank goodness. Uhm, I know this doesn’t fit your expectations but is it okay if I take today off? I can help with other stuff around but I’m having a really hard time focusing today and I fear that will affect my work.” You neglected to explain why you were having a hard time focusing but you were not about to tell her that.

She agreed to let you have the day off, asking you instead to help out with a bit of cleaning as Nifty was… Struggling. You could do that. Cleaning is mindless. You spent a few hours cleaning the hallways and other commonly used places. It was easy enough and it allowed you to stay inside your mind while you worked. Your mind kept going back to that damn demon. Why was he being so nice?

After you decided you had cleaned enough you headed off to your room. You hadn’t unbagged what you had gotten yesterday and your room called for some redecorating. You carefully took out the things Lucifer had bought for you yesterday and started setting them anywhere you thought looked good. You placed the stuffed animal on your bed as well as setting the little duck with a chef hat on your nightstand. Once it was to your liking, you flopped onto your bed and cuddled the plush. It was soft against your body and you couldn’t help but drift to sleep early.

You woke up to the feeling of being watched. You opened your eyes and were met with a pair of eyes watching you.

“Hello there!”

“Shit!” You yelped as you flailed your arms. You blinked and realized it was just Alastor.

You groan, “Alastor! You can’t do that to a man!”

Alastor ignored your reaction and continued, “Goodmorning my dear Twist. I’m sure you are aware of the sudden appearance of Lucifer yesterday!”

You rubbed your eyes, your heart slowly calming down from the near heartattack you experienced. “Yeah, I’m aware.”

“Well, I just so happened to hear The Morningstars’ little secret!” His grin widened, eyes fixed on you.

Your head sharply turned to him, “What. You- you heard what they said?”

He nodded, “I did in fact. And oh, I just couldn’t help myself, it only seemed fitting if you knew as well!”

You blinked at him, “What- What did they say?” You questioned, a little frantically.

“Ah ah ah! Nothing is free, my dear. Come, let’s make a deal,” He says with an out-stretched hand, his grin sharpening as the room shifted to an eerie green.

You stared at his hand before shaking your head. You desperately wanted to know but wasn’t worth whatever he wanted in return. Plus, Charlie had warned you about making deals. You swore you could see his eye twitch but it was too quick.

“Hm,” he hummed, “suit yourself!” He shrugged as he turned to leave.

He stopped in the doorway and spoke without looking at you, “But if I were you, I’d be wary of any… “friendships” I was making with some powerful demons.”

Before you could ask any further questions he was gone. You rubbed your eyes once more. You didn’t mean to fall asleep but you did and Alastor was rattling off cryptic bullshit. But was it bullshit? Was he telling the truth? Was Lucifer really just messing with you? Or was he trying to lull you into a false sense of security to harm you? You could feel yourself shaking and you took a quivering breath. You had to calm down. Alastor was just trying to get under your skin… Right?

You sat on the edge of your bed and glanced at the little rubber duck on your bedside table. It made you feel sick, the thought that it was used to gain your trust making you ill. You bury your face in your hands, conflicted. You sigh and drag yourself out of bed and get ready for the day, more downcast than usual. The good thing was that you at least weren't as worried about your previous life but the cost was worrying about the King of Hell trying to use or hurt you. You slowly walked to the kitchen, your eyes unfocused as you thought.

A warm hand touched your shoulder as you walked into the dining room, “Twist!”

You clicked back into reality and looked towards the noise. Your stomach dropped to the floor as you made eye contact with Lucifer. He had a wide grin on his face.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and did your best to sound not terrified, “Hey, Lucifer!”

He looked at you, his smile faltering, a hint of worry in his eyes. “Are you-” He started but then cleared his throat. “I have something for you!”

You felt sick. “Oh?”

He held out his hand and on it was another chef rubber duck. “Ta-da!”

It looked the same as the one he had given you previously. Right before you could speak up it did a backflip.

“Woah!” You said in awe as it landed smoothly on Lucifer’s hand.

“I kept thinking about the duck I made you and I hated how basic it was. So,” He said, dragging out the word, “I fixed it!”

It did another backflip in his hand before he handed it to you. You kept looking at it, your heart pounding. You were conflicted. On one hand this was adorable, on the other it could be a way to get closer to you. You gulped and smiled at Lucifer.

“Thank you, Lucifer. Now the other duck will have a friend.”

He grinned, looking proud of himself. He clapped his hands together, which startled you a bit.

“Now!” He began, “I was hoping we could go out again!” He smiled for a moment before his eyes widened and quickly corrected himself, “Hang out. I was hoping to hang out with you again.”

You could feel yourself blush but you shook your head, “I’m sorry, I have to make breakfast and dinner for the hotel-”

He laughed, “Please, I can have that done in a second.”

Lucifer waved his hand and suddenly an entire breakfast appeared on the table. Your eyes widened as you stared at the glowing, sparkling meal. You forced your eyes back onto Lucifer.

“How- How did you-”

“I’m the Big Boss of Hell, I have more than a few magic tricks,” he explained coolly.

You stared in disbelief at the table for a few moments more before nodding. Maybe you could gauge his intentions better if you two hung out again.

“I’m going to go tell Charlie,” You started for the door before Lucifer grabbed your arm lightly.

“No need, I already told her.”

“You did?” You questioned, turning to him.

He simply smiled and nodded, “Yep. Now, let’s go.”

And with that you were dragged through a golden portal. You looked around, the scent of fried food hitting your nose. An amusement park? Wait, was that a giant Lucifer head? Lucifer walked in front of you to get your attention before dramatically opening his arms to show off the place.

“Welcome to Lu Lu World!” He said with a big smile.

“Lu Lu World?”

“It’s a theme park I founded,” he said as he hooked his arm with your’s and started leading you around, the act causing your face to burn up.

It was evident he made it. Everything was apple themed with a few ducks thrown in. Plus the mentioned giant Lucifer head. All in all it was very impressive, the rides went to impossible heights and the games had really cool prizes.

He led you to a roller coaster that was called “The First Sin”. Considering he owned the park, you two got to skip the line. He led you to the front of the apple coaster carts and sat down, the two of you sitting side by side. You gulped nervously as you looked ahead at the looping track. If Lucifer was plotting to harm you in the way of giving you a heart attack, he was definitely on the right track. You gripped the handle bar that kept you in place, your knuckles turning white, as the carts lurched forward to what felt like your second death.

Lucifer on the other hand was stoked, a huge smile plastered on his face. The wheels clanked against the metal as the carts rolled up a hill until it paused at the top, a near infinite drop peaking over the top of the cart. You now curled around the handle bar as the cart fell and reached speeds you have never felt before. It felt like your skin was trying to leave your muscles as the wind whipped violently against you.

Lucifer was having the time of his life, his hands in the air, “Yeah! Whoo woo!”

After what could have been an eternity of holding onto the bar in front of you as the wind tried to steal your skin, the cart rolled to a stop, allowing you to exit. Lucifer got up and offered you a hand. You didn’t react as you stayed tangled with the bar. Lucifer gently pulled you away from it and carried you off the ride.

“We don’t want to stop the others from having their fun, plus, I have more to show to you!” He grinned.

You still didn’t say anything but the realization that he was carrying you slowly settled in your mind and your face felt like the sun. You leaned your head against his chest as the familiar aroma of crisp honey apples floated around.

He, thankfully, didn’t carry you to another roller coaster, instead it was a typical carnival game- bobbing for apples.

“One of my favorite games,” he smiled and went up to the bucket.

He folded his arms behind his back and elegantly dipped his head into the water. He looked incredibly silly as he moved his head around biting at the water to try and grab an apple. Eventually, he was successful and stood up straight, an apple pierced by his sharp teeth.

“Ha ha!” He cheered as he took the apple out of his mouth, taking a bite.

He motioned you for you to come up so you nervously did. You stood in front of the bucket and dipped your head into the surprisingly cold water. You squeezed your eyes shut as you blindly bit at the splashing water. Why was this so hard? Your teeth grazed an apple and you dove your head further in to try and grab it but just ended up getting water on yourself. You came back up for air, panting.

You wiped the water from your eyes and looked up at Lucifer as you regained your breath. “I’m not very good at this,” you joked.

He put a hand on your shoulder, “It’s okay,” he laughed.

Lucifer hooked his arm around yours once more and led you to a little park. The trees were spindly and had redder leaves but still resembled that of the ones on Earth. Lucifer led you to a park bench and you both sat side-by-side. You took a deep breath, any fear of Lucifer trying to hurt or use you had faded, Alastor was just being a dick. You hoped that was the case, at least but you tried not to worry about it as you closed your eyes, leaning your head against the back of the bench, and took in all the sounds and smells around you. You were content.

You could hear Lucifer shuffle before he lightly moved his hand to touch yours. Your body stilled and tensed, your face suddenly on fire. Had that been on purpose? You opened one of your eyes slightly to peek at him and surprisingly his cheeks were more pink than usual and he wasn’t looking at you, instead straight ahead. You smiled to yourself, maybe you weren’t the only nervous one.

After a while of internal panicking, Lucifer cleared his throat to get your attention and you opened your eyes and sat up, looking at him with your head tilted.

“Uhm,” He started, yanking on his collar. “I had fun. Today. With you.” He broke his sentences into multiple parts as if he suddenly remembered the next part and added it.

You chuckled softly, “I did too, this park is amazing.” You said, looking around once more at the scenery.

Lucifer moved his hands away from yours and stood up, offering you his hand. You took it and stood up.

“I think it’s time to go home,” He said, opening another portal. Though this time he seemed nervous?

You frowned, you didn’t want it to end yet but you followed him through the portal and into your room. Strange, why didn’t he just put you in the lobby-

Before you could finish your thought his hand gently grasped your chin to make you face him as he leaned forward and kissed you. You froze for a solid 3 seconds before melting into his embrace and returning the kiss. His lips were soft and perfect. You wrapped your hands around him as one of his hands moved to the back of your head, his fingers tangled in your hair. Your bodies were now only a few inches apart as the kiss deepened. You were in pure bliss.

Unfortunately Lucifer pulled away, his breath heavy as he looked at you. You both were speechless as you two stood there. He cleared his throat, his smile reappearing as he looked at you with his soft yellow eyes.

“I hope to get to do this again soon,” he winked before leaving through another portal.

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babe for the weekend

a/n: this is a little different than what i usually write, in terms of boy and structure but i am really really proud of how it turned out, so i hope y'all like it too! the title comes from Taylor Swift's ''tis the damn season" and it quite inspired by it. this is for @broadstbroskis, one of the very first writers i starting following on hockeyblr. it was an absolute honour to write for her in @antoinerousselssel's winter fic exchange and i really really hope she enjoys it (and all its Swiftie references <3)

pairing: morgan rielly x fem!reader

word count: 8.8k+

warnings: a few swears, holiday setting (although not crazy prominent), childhood idiot friends to lovers?

disclaimer: this is a piece of fiction and this beautiful gif is not mine! p.s. i know he got engaged recently (to the figure skating love of my life Tessa Virtue; congrats to them!) but i was too deep in the fic to switch it when i heard the news. hope you still love it!

Morgan had been getting you out of trouble since the day you two could walk. You’d knock over a vase, and he’d find a way to blame the dog. You’d convince him to mattress surf down the stairs, and he put it back while you stalled your mom so she wouldn’t know. He would tell his mom that she “saw you walk up the stairs after dinner like hours ago” when you only snuck in his window four minutes before.

That didn’t end when he left to play junior hockey or when he got drafted and you moved across the country for school. Despite being in the same city, you relied less on him to bail you out as you got older, but every once in a while, his number was on speed dial to decipher if a guy was phishing you or for a 2am pickup from the club.

Granted, you’d saved him just as many times. You’d posed as his girlfriend to save him from puck bunnies and more than once told his mom it was you he was out with, instead of the girlfriend he wasn’t supposed to have. Every other week, he’d call with a question he was too embarrassed to ask his own mom (“is $10 too much for a carton of orange juice?”).

You just never thought he’d be bailing you out like this.

As the youngest of four kids (and the last single one), your parents were overbearing about your love life to say the least. But in the holiday season? It dialed up to 11.

“Are you sure you’re alright though? We don’t want you to be feeling lonely.” Your mom brought up at the end of your weekly Zoom family call, complete with all your siblings and grandma.

“For the last time, I am not lonely. I have great friends, I have a good job at an ad agency, and my credit card is paid off. I’m doing great!”

“But it’s a big city, darling. You’ve been out of school for years and you still haven’t told us about any guy. Or-or girl, if you’re into that,” she tried to reason.

“Mom, she isn’t lonely because she’s getting some!” Ben, your youngest brother, chimed in, making you cringe.

“Grow up, dork,” Julie, your eldest sister, said at the same time your older brother, James, said “Nice one!”

“Kids, you’re making Grams blush, can you knock it off?” Your dad chimed in. Ben’s face flushed but that didn’t stop James from poking the bear.

“Just think Mom, there’s less people to feed at Christmas!”

“That’s what you take out of this? Your sister could be at risk for depression.”

“I don’t have depression!”

“You always talk to me with an iced coffee, I do get a little concerned.” “Rude!” “Hey! Ruby drinks iced coffees too and she’s not depressed.” “She’s in a relationship with you, I’d rethink that.” “You aren’t depressed when you’re in happy relationships, that’s what I know.” “Grams, that is not true.” “That’s what Cynthia at book club said!” “None of that changes the fact that your sister hasn’t had a boyfriend in a long time and I’m worried about her!” “She’s not that old Brenda.” “She’s not seventeen anymore Thomas, our daughter is getting older and if she wants kids–” “Kids? Mom, she doesn’t even have a boyfriend.” “That’s my point!” “Who said she wants kids?” “Julie, you’re a mother, you should know every woman wants kids!” “Grams, that isn’t true.”

All of their overlapping voices seemed to get louder, rattling around in your brain, and you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I have a boyfriend!” You blurted and the screen silenced. You relished the small moment of quiet before the sound exploded again.

“What?” “Yes!” “Who is he?” “Is he coming home with you?” “What’s his name?”

“Woah, woah. One at a time please,” you nervously laughed.

“What’s his name?” The smiles on your mom and Grams faces were so wide it was starting to freak you out and your brain froze. What’s a boy’s name what’s a boy name what’s a boy’s name??

“Morgan.”

Your brain blurted out the name before you realized its implications.

“Morgan?” Your mom’s smile widened. “Like our Morgan? The Rielly’s boy?”

Shit, shit, shit. “You’ll have to wait to find out.”

“If they couldn’t get together in high school, no way it would happen now. I say it’s different.” “There’s lots of Morgans in Toronto! It’s a big city.”

“Yeah, I call bullshit on this whole boyfriend thing,” your older sister Julie chimed in.

You felt blood starting to drain from your face “What?”

“Oh c’mon! All we have is a name? You don’t want to share his job or what he looks like? You can’t even tell us if he’s coming back with you. You’re just faking it.”

“His work is busy, we haven’t decided if he’s coming back yet!”

“Two weeks before the holidays?” She raised an eyebrow and you pursed your lips.

“Fine. I was going to surprise you instead, but yes he’s coming back with me. And he has blond hair. Happy?” Julie only shrugged but you could hear your grandmother rejoice in the background of the call. “Look, I have to go but I’ll see you all in two weeks.”

“With Morgan! Oh, I’m so excited to meet him!”

“Yes. With Morgan.” You ended the phone call and flopped into your couch pillows before letting out a scream.

Where were you going to find a Morgan with blond hair to act as a fake-boyfriend to meet your family across the country?

-----

“Just call your Morgan.” Your best friend, Ivy, said as the two of you sat in Fran’s, the best diner for burger and fries past Jarvis street, for your regular lunch chat.

“No, it’d be weird! He’s known my family for a long time and we’re friends.” You shook your head while munching on your fries.

“Those are exactly the reasons you should take him! Plus, you said his name. I don’t get why you’re making it into this big deal about taking him.”

“Because it is!”

“But why? It’s not like you’re in love with him,” She said, dipping her fries in ketchup.

“About that…” You trailed off, biting your lip waiting for her reaction.

She dropped the food before it could get to her mouth. “No!”

“Look, it was when we were in high school! I was about to tell him when we moved out here, but then he was saying how there was so much on his plate and he was feeling a lot of pressure and I just didn’t want to add to that, you know?” You took a bite of your food before continuing. “I didn’t want him to resent me for telling him at such a crucial point in his life.”

“And now?”

You shrugged. “I think I’ll always have some sort of feelings for him. He was my best friend growing up.”

“You’re going to have to be really good at hiding those feelings when you’re posing as boyfriend and girlfriend with him.”

“Who said I’m asking him?”

Ivy raised her eyebrows. “Where else are you going to find a blond-haired Morgan to bring home to your family across the country in less than two weeks?” You threw a fry at her, which she grabbed and put on her own plate. “Besides, there’s no harm in asking. He can always say no.”

-----

“Yes.”

“Really?” You asked a little too loudly, putting your coffee mug down a little too harshly, gaining the attention of others in the cafe the two of you routinely catch up in. But you didn’t care. You were expecting a little more skepticism from Morgan when you proposed him playing a fake boyfriend role in front of your family.

“Yeah, ‘course. It’s my job to bail you out of trouble, isn’t it?” You playfully kicked him under the table. “Besides, I haven’t seen Vancouver or your family in a while. It’d be nice to go back to the old times.”

“Oh my gosh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” You said, instinctively placing a hand on his arm laid across the table. “Okay, so I don’t know when your season ends but I’m hoping we can fly out for like three days maximum, so it’ll be quick, and we can use your job as an excuse so that’ll be good. For the story, obviously we just went out one day after being friends for a long time, so that’ll be easy. You asked me out. Five or six months is a good timeline for them not knowing but also you coming home so let’s stick to that. You can’t tell your parents because my mom will be furious if Shirley knew before her. Um, Ben, my little brother – you know him–, he’s bringing his girlfriend Ruby, but she’s chill so you’ll get along with her a lot. Drew, my oldest nephew, he’s Julie’s kid and then Charlie and Julie had Rebekah the year before last and Izzy, who is James’s wife, just had baby Taylor a couple months ago so the house is going to be chaotic. You should be writing this down, you know.” You slowed down to notice that Morgan was just staring at you. “I just said so much stuff you need to remember.”

“I know your family. Trust me, it’s going to be fine. I’ll remember all that,” He assured you, placing a hand over your arm like you had done to him.

“Are you sure? I just..I can’t have this go wrong. Julie already suspects the legitimacy of this…fake relationship.”

He squeezes your arm and sends you one of his smiles that makes your heart swell. “We’ve got this in the bag.”

-----

You’d both decided that it’d be easiest if you came to the airport together, so you said you’d pick him up from morning practice. You were waiting in the parking garage at the arena, scrolling through your phone, until you heard footsteps. Looking up, you see Morgan, Mitch, and Willy walking towards you. You give them a shy wave, and they all return with big grins, like they knew something they didn’t. Morgan came up to you, swung an arm over your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Bye guys, safe travels,” He shouted over his shoulder, the two of you walking towards your vehicle. Once they were out of earshot, you turned to Morgan.

“What was that?”

“What?”

“That forehead kiss!”

“Oh!” His smile grew a little. “I was practicing for this weekend. Was it okay?” His slight concern made your heart beat faster and you could feel heat starting to go to your face.

“I mean, yeah, but like won’t the guys think that, you know, we’re—”

“Believe me, the guys already think we’re together.”

“What?!”

He laughed. “They asked about my plans for the holidays and I said I was going home with you. They just assumed we were dating and it felt like a lot of work to correct them. It’s okay, I promise.”

“If you say so,” you hummed. You unlatched yourself from his arm as you approached your car but Morgan stopped in his tracks and started to laugh.

“You’re still driving this old thing?” He was referring to your blue Honda you’d had since high school.

“Excuse me, you named this thing and Louise is still in great shape so of course I still drive her. Now get in.” He holds up his hands in surrender. You buckled yourself in and turned the engine over. The dash lit up like a Christmas tree and the radio was uneven again, so you hit the console a few times before it started to come out of both speakers.

“Great shape, sure.”

“Shut up.”

-----

Despite the busyness of the Toronto Pearson International Airport during the holidays, the two of you seemed to breeze through security and boarding. It wasn’t until you stepped onto the airplane, you’d realized just how much anxiety you got from flying.

Morgan offered to put both carry-on bags in the overhead bins and you gladly took him up the offer. You slid into your seat, immediately putting on the seatbelt and making it tight against your hips.

“We aren’t flying just yet,” He teased, sliding into the seat next to you.

“I know, it’s just that I–nevermind, it’s silly.” You murmured with a strained smile.

“No, what is it?” You met your eyes and you took a deep breath. This was Morgan, your Morgan. He’d seen you cry after you got root beer up your nose and he only laughed a little.

“Airplanes give me a lot of anxiety and I hate takeoffs. It’s just really nerve wracking for me.”

“Okay, well I’m right here. Would it help if I held your hand?” You shyly nodded, and Mo grabbed a hold of your hand, lacing your fingers together and rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. You tried to take deep breaths but after the safety presentation, and the plane started to taxi, it got shallower and the grip on Morgan’s hand got stronger.

“I think it's time for a distraction. Want to help me out here?” He said, turning his body towards yours as much as he could. You nodded, trying not to focus on the bouncing of the wings outside your window.

“What kind of pet names do you like?”

That was…not what you were expecting but it certainly is a distraction. “I don’t really know? I didn’t name our dogs, Julie or my parents did. Why?” You look over to Morgan to see him quietly laughing to himself. “What?”

“I meant like, romantic pet names. So I can play this boyfriend role right, you know?”

“Oh,” you said, feeling your face heat up. “Uh, I don’t really know. My past boyfriends weren’t really into those.” You continued to take deep breaths as he pulled out his phone.

“Okay, cool, I’ve got a list and we can just go through them?” You nodded and he started.

“Honey?”

“We aren’t fifty years old Mo.”

“Sweetie?”

“I’m not five either,” you joked. At your attempt at humour, you say Morgan’s face lit up.

“What about sweetheart?” Your grimace made him laugh and he moved on. “Kitten? Dear? Babe? Sugar plum?”

“You can call me babe. For the weekend, of course. I like that one.”

“Of course, babe.” He winked. “And look, we’re in the air already. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You looked out and the clouds were level, the city skyline peeking through like a scene out of a movie. You look back at him to see him already looking at you. Unable to say everything you feel for him in that moment (platonically, you tell yourself), you squeeze his hand.

-----

As you touched back in Vancouver (still holding Morgan’s hand for safety purposes), it started to feel real. Real you were back in the city, real Morgan was here, and real that you were supposed to be acting like you’re in love.

“Hey, I’ll be right back. Hold my bag for me?” Morgan asked, once you’d deplaned and entered the airport. You nodded and shooed him off, finding a place in the nearest lounge to wait for him. You pulled out your phone and started to catch up on messages when someone beside you cleared their throat.

“Sorry to bother you but did you go to Prince of Wales Secondary School in Vancouver?” You turned towards the voice to see someone so familiar but couldn’t put a finger on who.

“Um, yes. How did you know that?”

“I’m Abigail Brown. I think you were my lab partner in high school chemistry?” As soon as she said it, it was like everything rushed back to you. The two of you were good friends but just fell out of touch as years went on.

“Oh my gosh yes! Oh my gosh, hi! How have you been?” You got out of your seat to give her a hug.

“I’ve been really good! My girlfriend and I are headed to London for the holidays.”

“Oh fun! I’ve come back for the holidays with my uh..” You trailed off, thinking of what to call this arrangement. “Morgan Reilly, do you remember him?”

“Yeah, totally. Did he come back with you?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Yeah, we’re here together.”

“No way, that’s so sweet! Back in the day, everyone was wondering when you two would get together!”

“Oh, really?” You asked, surprised. You had thought that your crush on one of your closest friends was pretty discrete.

“Yeah, a lot of us thought you’d be a cute couple. Turns out we were right,” she winked and nodded her head behind you. You turned to see Morgan coming back with two Tim Horton cups in his hands – one hot coffee for him and one Iced Capp for you. You tilted your head at his thoughtfulness.

“My flight is boarding now, but it was so nice to see you again!” Abigail said, waving briefly to Morgan before leaving with her girlfriend.

“Yeah, you too!” You called after her. “Is that coffee for me?” You asked, a wide smile on your face.

“Because it is so ridiculously early, it is,” he said, placing it in your hands. “Who was that?”

“My high school lab partner. She thought we were together, actually.”

Morgan gave you a puzzled look. “Isn’t that what she’s supposed to think?”

“I mean, I guess, but we’re really just pretending for my family, so I didn’t think she’d think we’re together.” Morgan only hummed at your response and grabbed his bag.

“Ready to head to your parents' then?”

Like coming home, the two of you navigated through the airport easily and were on your way to your parents house in no time. Outside of the Uber, looking up at your childhood home, you felt your nerves getting the best of you again. The warm Christmas lights and the three cars in the driveway should’ve calmed you down, but instead had the opposite effect.

“Okay, so, again, we’ve been dating for five months, you asked me out. We kept it a secret, so your parents don’t know either. Ruby is Ben’s girlfriend. Drew and–”

“–Rebekah are Julie and Charlie’s kids. Rebekah is two years old. James married Izzy and their baby, Taylor, was born last month,” He finished with a smile. “Told ya I’d remember it. It’s going to be fine, let’s just go see your family?” He held out his hand for you to take and you cautiously placed it in his. He tugged you up to the front door, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to ring the doorbell. He left it over your shoulder and leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Trust me, we’ve got this.” He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek but before you could process what he was playing at, your mom had opened the front door.

“Oh, it is our Morgan! Thomas, I told you it was going to be him! Oh, come in, come in,” she ushered you in and your family all appeared, saying their hellos, taking your bags up to your room, placing drinks in your hands and leading you both into the living room. You settled in beside Morgan, your thighs touching each other as he reached over to entangle your hand with his.

“So, Morgan, my daughter hasn’t told us anything yet! How long have you been together?” Your mom said, once everyone was back together and catching up with the two of you.

“Couldn’t have been too recent if you brought him home with you,” Julie said, her skepticism showing through.

“Can’t be too long either since she never told us about him!” James said, nudging her.

Before you could get a word in and defend yourselves, Morgan spoke up. “We started dating five months ago. Might seem a little fast to come home for Christmas but I remember your family pretty well from when I was little. Plus, the schedule lined up really nicely this year so we figured, why not? But we decided to keep it to ourselves for the first little bit, with my job and everything. It can be a really hard adjustment. Especially with the media, I didn’t want them to freak her out.”

“Aw, how sweet of you.”

“Who asked who out?” Ruby said, curled up next to her boyfriend.

“She asked me.” Your heart stopped as Morgan deviated from the plan you’d created. “It was nice, though, so I didn’t have to rack up the courage to ask her the same thing.” He turned towards you, meeting your eyes. To your family, you were recounting your first date and how you’ve been in love since. But Morgan was trying to get away with changing the story and you were civilly throwing daggers at him.

“That’s nice. But you’ve got to get dressed, we’re still going cross country skiing this afternoon.” Julie said, standing up.

“Why?” you whined. “We’re tired from traveling.”

“Then exercise will be good for you. And it’s tradition, you can’t deprive Morgan of that.” The smile she sent you was fake and you could tell, narrowing your eyes at her.

“Yeah, babe, don’t deprive me from family traditions,” he commented, earning a small poke to his side, but you nodded, going to find your warm clothes.

-----

Cypress Mountain was where your family always skied on Christmas Eve. It was a tradition passed on from your grandfather, who’d done it with his father, and your family liked to keep it alive. It was a thirty minute drive, forty five in Vancouver traffic, so your head fell to Morgan’s shoulder. Soon enough, he was shaking you awake.

“We’re here, sleeping beauty,” He said softly, unbuckling your seatbelt. “Ready?”

“The better question is if you’re ready. I’ve been doing this for years,” you laughed, getting out of the car and walking towards the lodge to get Morgan skis.

“Please, I’m an athlete. I’ll be fantastic.” He grabbed your hand and your heart started to beat faster at the cute gesture, only to notice some of your family behind you, watching the two of you. Of course, it was only for show. What else would be for? You reminded yourself.

Twenty minutes later, and you were still watching Mo struggle to clip his skis in, trying not to laugh when he fell over.

“‘I’m an athlete, I’ll be fantastic’” you said, mocking him and he pouted. You unclipped your own skis and held your hands out to help him get up.

“The key is this little latch here,” you said, guiding his foot into the ski. You did the same with the other before getting yourself ready.

“Where would I be without you?” He said, as the two of you, slowly, moved to the track.

“Probably still be on the ground,” you said with a cheeky smile. You knocked his poles with yours. “Want to go this way? It’s easier than the track they’re doing,” you said, referring to the rest of your family.

He looked up at the hill your family, including your little nephew, were already halfway up and shook his head.

“If this is a family tradition, and I’m supposed to be part of your family, I should do it with them. We can join them, I’ll be okay.”

Morgan was right, for the most part. He got the hang of it pretty quickly, and soon enough you were both caught up to your family. He was smiling, and talking with your dad and brothers. You had time to catch up with Ruby and Charlie, who you never really saw in the family Zoom chats.

Until you rounded the corner and saw Morgan standing to the side. You didn’t understand why until you saw what was ahead – the hills. For your family, including daredevil Drew, it was easy. But for a beginner like Morgan? You understood why he stopped.

“If you want to turn back now, it’s okay. They’ll understand.”

He shook his head again. “I’ve got to sell this boyfriend thing, don’t I? Just…can you go first?” You nodded and made your way down, gaining some speed before slowing down and stopping at the base to watch him.

“You’ve got this, Mo, just do it!” You told him. He nodded at your words and came down slowly, mimicking the way you had just conquered the hill. His eyes were determined, the way you saw he was on the ice, and your smile got wider as he made it down successfully.

“Yes! You did it!”

That was, until he caught an edge and very ungracefully tumbled to the ground.

“Well, you mostly did it. I thought you were supposed to be coordinated!” You said in a joking manner, maneuvering over to where he was trying to get up.

“I don’t usually have these long things attached to my feet!” After his attempts, he held his hands out and you helped him stand upright again.

“Are you okay? It looked like you fell pretty hard.”

“My ego is bruised more than anything,” He mumbled.

“Why? None of them saw your wipeout.” You nodded towards your family who were all ahead and had no idea of what had happened.

“But you did.”

“It’s not like you have to impress me,” You said, waving it off and starting to move along the trail. He only huffed, settling into pace beside you.

-----

After making it back to the lodge in one piece, you all traveled back to your parent’s and sat down for a family dinner, albeit quick, as the kids’ bedtime was long ago. You helped your mom with the dishes while Morgan had “bonding time”, as he called it, with your brothers and Dad.

“I’m glad you brought Morgan home, sweetheart,” she said, breaking through the quiet sounds of washing dishes. “He’s a catch and you seem really happy with him.”

You blushed, involuntarily, and nodded. “I am really happy when I’m with him.”

There were sounds of protests and laughter, so you peeked your head around to see Ben on the couch leaning over Morgan’s lap to ruffle James’ hair, only to get caught by Morgan in a loose headlock. Your dad was laughing at their antics and you joined him. It was nice to see Morgan be so carefree, especially with the stress of the season.

“Hey!” Ben got your attention. “Your boyfriend is bullying me, tell him to stop!”

“Maybe you deserved it,” You said, moving to be behind the couch. “Morgan is usually right.”

Morgan looked at you and only let Ben free once you gave me a small nod. You leaned down over the couch, wrapping your arms around his chest. At the slight display of affection, James gagged but thankfully, Izzy came down and whisked away her husband. Ben left shortly after that and you noticed Morgan’s head starting to drop.

“Okay, we’re still on Toronto time a little bit,” You checked with Morgan, who was nodding along. “So we’re going to hit the hay, but Mom, I didn’t see the spare blankets for the pull-out couch?”

“Oh, you don’t need them, Ben has them.”

“What?” You asked, removing your hands from Morgan so he couldn’t tell how clammy they suddenly got. “Where’s Morgan going to sleep?”

“In your bed. It’ll be better for his back.” She answered.

“Where am I going to sleep?”

“In your bed.” She sighed when she saw the shock on your face. “Look, we trust Morgan. Besides, it’s a big bed and your dad and I aren’t under the impression you haven’t already slept together.” Her bluntness made you choke on your breath and Morgan patted your back, answering for you.

“Thank you Brenda. We'll be good, I promise.”

“I know you will. And if you aren’t, know I’m not above telling your mother,” She said with a smirk. “Now, goodnight.”

You both said your goodnights, and headed up to your room. Morgan shut the door behind you and you immediately started apologizing.

“I’m sorry, I was certain she’d send one of us to the basement. She never let Charlie or Izzy sleep in the same room with my siblings until they were married,” you said, rummaging through your suitcase for pajamas.

He waved you off and took a look around your room. It hadn’t changed much since high school, your parents leaving it unchanged for when you came back. The photos in the frames and on the walls were faded and each childhood trophy and trinket was covered in a small layer of dust – not enough for it to be untouched, but enough for it to be preserved.

The sound of you digging through the closet for extra pillows broke him away from your walls. There were two blankets spread out on the floor and you dropped the pillows you’d found on the space above them.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting ready for bed,” You answered. “You can get changed in the bathroom.”

“Why aren’t you in the bed?”

“Because you’re sleeping on the bed, hotshot. Can you please get changed, I want to sleep.” He huffed but nodded, slipping out of the room. When he came back to see you curled up on the floor beside the queen sized bed, he let out a small sigh and moved towards you.

“I’m not going to let you sleep on the floor. Please come sleep on the bed?” He said, standing over top of you.

“I…I don’t want it to be weird.” You said, suddenly interested in the fraying fibres of your blanket.

“It’s not going to be weird. I promise. Please?” You turned to see him with his puppy-dog eyes and you started to break.

“I don’t know Mo…”

“I’d feel better if you slept in the bed, babe, please? For me?” At that, you relented, nodding your head. He helped you up, gathering the blankets from the floor and laying them over you in the bed.

He slipped in beside you, a large margin of space between the two of you. It was silent as you got comfy and you turned off your side table light. Morgan hadn’t followed your lead, so you looked over to see him looking at his side table.

“Remember when we took this picture?” Morgan said, pointing to the only frame on the table. You didn’t even have to look at the photo to know which one he was referring to. It was the last day he spent in Vancouver before the draft and it was a few days before your graduation date. You’d taken your car to the North Shore and hiked to Lighthouse Park. The serenity of being able to see far into the ocean and see the downtown skyline was the place both of you had gone to clear your mind. You’d taken a silly selfie together but it was the one physical memento of your last time together in Vancouver. It was when you almost confessed your feelings to him.

“Of course I do. It was a good day.”

“Do you think about it a lot?” He asked, and you turned your body to face him.

“I mean, sometimes, yeah. Do you think about it a lot?”

He nodded, his eyes fixated on the picture. “Yeah. Reminds me of when life seemed normal.”

You stayed silent for a few moments, watching his eyes begin to get hazy looking at the picture. “Are you okay, Mo?”

He just nodded curtly, and turned off the light. “Goodnight.”

You couldn’t lie and say his behaviour didn’t feel like a thousand cuts to your heart but you said goodnight before turning to face away from him, like he’d done to you.

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The sun shining in from the window woke you up in the morning. You started to stir, stretching your arms and legs, but stopped when you felt arms around you. You slowly turned your head to see Morgan close to you, his arms wrapped around your waist. Sometime during the night, he must’ve moved to start cuddling you. You thought it should feel weird, being so close to your friend like this, but all you felt was a sense of calm. Being hyper aware of his arms, you shifted slightly to face him.

You took the opportunity to look at him, really look at him. Not on the TV, through his hockey gear, not in the cafe when he was conscious that anyone could recognize him, but when he was just him. The sun was shining on him, giving his skin that soft golden glow. The lines on his forehead were almost nonexistent and his beard was filling out nicely. He looked so peaceful here, like he wasn’t one of Toronto’s biggest stars. You looked at him, your face softening as he started to stir under your gaze.

“Morning sleeping beauty,” you teased in a quiet voice, the same way he’d done to you yesterday.

“Hmm, what time is it?” His voice was raspy and it took everything in yourself not to kiss him right there.

“Early,” you answered and he hummed in response. He slowly opened his eyes and must’ve noticed how close he was to you because his eyes got increasingly wider. His eyes met yours and when he didn’t see any panic or disgust in them, he relaxed, a small smile coming onto his face.

“Morning babe,” He said, pulling you a little closer to him.

“Nobody’s around, you don’t have to call me that.”

“What if I want to?”

You looked up at him, eyes wide in shock and your lips parted. What did he say? It might have been a shock to your brain, but your body seemed to long for a closeness to him. Your heart wasn’t beating faster, no, it seemed to slow down, as if the idea of a relationship with him was the only thing to calm you.

You noticed his eyes glancing down at your lips and you swallowed. Was he…what was he doing? He started to lean his head towards you and you felt yourself leaning in as well. He was close enough you could feel his breath hot on your face and see the grey flicks in his eyes. You started to close your eyes, his hand caressing your waist from under the covers, and —

“Auntie, Auntie! He came! Santa came! You have to get up! Come see!” Drew yelled through the door, pounding away as if you didn’t hear him. You broke away from Morgan, the small bubble popped by your nephew.

“We’ll be right there Drew!” you yelled back, rubbing your forehead and getting out of bed. You left Morgan in bed, running downstairs to start some coffee, desperately needing to clear your head. What just happened?

“Morning, sweetheart!” You sighed as your mom walked into the room, too chipper for how early it was. “I’ve got the pajamas for you and Morgan.”

“Morgan too?” It was a tradition to dress in matching pajamas on Christmas morning but you didn’t think it was something your parents would enforce for him.

“Yup. Go get changed, I want to take photos soon.” She placed the two pajama sets in your arms and you trudged upstairs. You figured Mo was still laying in bed so you didn’t knock, just charged right in. Maybe you should’ve knocked. But then you wouldn’t get to see Morgan shirtless. Your brain short-circuited until you saw him looking back at you and you shut your eyes.

“I’m sorry, I forgot to knock! My mom wanted me to give you these. Matching pajamas and photos before gifts is a family tradition.” You tried to pull out his pair with your eyes closed but Mo just laughed when he saw you struggling. He came closer, his distinctive cologne invading your senses. He took one of the pairs, hopefully his size, from your arms.

“You can open your eyes, it’s okay.” You slowly opened one eye to test the waters, to see he was still without a shirt. You stared at him as long as it is socially acceptable to look at your best friend shirtless, before rushing out of the room to get changed yourself.

You beat Morgan downstairs, and got started on the coffees. After buying him many hungover wake-up coffees, you knew his order by heart. You brought them out to the table, your sister and her family having their portrait taken in front of the tree.

Mo came up from behind you, wrapping his arms around you and taking a whiff of your coffee. He recoiled at the hint of chocolate.

“Yours has vanilla creamer, don’t worry,” you told him, taking a sip while watching Taylor get her first family photo in front of the tree. It was so nice to see the smiles across your family’s faces as you had this tradition. When it became Ben and Ruby’s turn, you noticed Drew starting to get a little antsy, his eyes fixated on the big box with his name on it.

“Okay, sweetheart, yours and Morgan’s turn,” your mom said, clearing the area for you two to sit.

“Oh, Mom, Drew’s looking a little antsy. We can skip ours–”

“No!” Mo interrupted you, taking one last sip of his coffee before tugging you along to sit in front of the tree. You gave him a look and smiled shyly. “It’s our first Christmas together. I want a picture. Please?”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” You turned to the camera, plastering a smile on. You were pretty close to him, your legs touching and his arm around your shoulders. Near the end, Morgan pressed a kiss to your cheek and you blushed, the sound of the camera clicking long forgotten as you stared into his eyes.

“Auntie, can I please please open my presents from Santa now?” Drew said, once again interrupting the moment between you and Morgan.

“Of course, baby, but you have to open the ones from me and Morgan next, deal?” He shrieked and scrambled over to the boxes, ripping into his wrapping paper. You stood up, grabbing your coffee before watching your nephew and niece on Christmas morning.

“Look at how cute you two are together,” She said, tilting the camera towards you. The first one was a cute photo. Morgan had his lips pressed against your cheek and your face was scrunched up in joy. She switched it to the next one, where the two of you were looking into each other’s eyes. He had the softest, earnest smile on his face. “I swear, I haven’t seen any people so in love since Ben met Ruby. I’m so glad you brought him home.”

“Thanks, Mom.” You put on the best fake-smile you could, and turned back to the kids, trying not to think about how they two of you did look in love. But it wasn’t real and your stomach sunk. You took a seat on the couch, talking to Rebekah about her new doll and watching Drew drive his toy cars across the coffee table.

“Who are these from?” you dad asked, holding up some small packages wrapped in blue paper.

“Oh, those are from me sir.” Morgan spoke up from behind you, moving to sit beside you. “There should be one for everyone.” Your dad nodded and handed them out to everyone while you turned to your fake-boyfriend.

“Mo, I told you you didn’t have to bring anything,” you said, eyeing everyone tearing into their small gifts.

“Now what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?” He winked at you, before turning to see their reactions. You were glad you’d turned too.

Everyone was holding up a different variety of a Toronto Maple Leafs keychain. Ben held one with a bottle opener on it and Drew held one that had skate on it. Some of them had the shape of Ontario with them or a special spinny part in the middle.

“You’re really banking on us liking you, eh?” Julie said, holding up her Rielly jersey keychain.

“I’m planning on sticking around for a while. I figure you’ll be fans sooner or later,” he laughed off your sister’s hazing and assured your parents it was the least he could do. He turned to you. “And I didn’t forget you either.”

“What? No. Babe, I thought we were doing gifts back in Toronto?” If you’d known, you would’ve gotten him something, but he seemed unfazed. He brought out a medium box and placed it in your lap.

“Are you sure? I didn’t bring anything for you,” you whispered to him. He just nodded and told you to open it. You ripped into the wrapping paper, opened the box, and tore out the tissue paper only to stop.

“You didn’t.”

“I did,” He said, his face growing. “Bring it out, let’s see it.”

You lifted out of the box a dark wash denim jacket, the same one you’d been trying to rationalize buying for the past three months. It was your size and you couldn’t help but run your fingers over the seams, tracing the buttons.

“Check the inside,” Morgan said, leaning over your shoulder. You turned your head to see him slightly blushing, and you turned to the jacket’s inside as quickly as you could. Inside there was a small label stitched in. Upon closer inspection, you read what it said and your breath hitched.

You’ve got a smile that could light up this whole town. Don’t forget it. Love, your Morgan

“Mo, I don’t even know what to say. This is-this is perfect. I love it, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He pressed a kiss to your temple, before slipping out of the room, both empty mugs in his hands. Your heart started to beat faster again, and as you stared down at the inscription, you had to remind yourself that it didn’t mean anything special. He was acting like your boyfriend, but he wasn’t your boyfriend. This was all fake, and this must’ve been a part of it; a show for your family to make sure you didn’t get in trouble.

You shoved those feelings deep inside you, instead focusing on the Christmas spirit your family had. The living room was full of laughs and someone had turned on the Christmas music. Morgan came back and sat beside you, his arm resting comfortably over the back of the couch and you couldn’t help but curl into his side. The kids came over and asked to play with Morgan and he eagerly agreed, switching from playing cars to dolls to lifting them up to play the airplane game. Like the Grinch, your heart grew three sizes watching him interact with your family – the way he was so patient and sweet with them meant everything, even if he was just pretending.

Later, your Grams arrived and Morgan was quick to win her over as well. You bit your lip, trying to stop from smiling so wide as you watched him help her with her coat, and lead her over to where he was sitting.

“Do you mind holding her for a few minutes?” Izzy said, coming over with Taylor in her arms.

“Of course not! Come ‘ere, darling girl.” You rocked the baby in your arms, sometimes looking over to where Morgan was. Sometimes you even catch him looking at you. You took Taylor’s little hand and waved at him, and he over-enthusiastically waved back, making you laugh.

“You picked a good one, you know? The two of you are really adorable together.” Izzy said, coming back to take her daughter from you.

“Thanks Iz. He’s just…” You trailed off, trying to describe the situation. “I couldn’t imagine doing all of this with anyone else.” And it was the truth. From the plane ride to skiing to the gifts this morning, you couldn’t fathom bringing back a stranger and pulling this off in the same way.

“Sounds like you’ve found the one then.” Her comment made you choke on air and turned into a full coughing fit. Before you knew it, Morgan was beside you, his blue eyes full of concern.

“Are you okay?” His hand was rubbing your upper back as you continued to cough. You nodded as best you could, and he turned to get his cup. When you seemed to be finished, he handed it to you.

“Here, drink. It’s water.” You gulped down the water and sighed.

“Thank you.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m good, thank you. I’m just going to get my lip balm; will you be okay on your own for a while?” You asked, placing a hand on his arm.

“It’s your family, not war,” He laughed. “Go, I’ll be fine.”

You smiled at his comment and gave him a quick cheek peck before making your way out of the room. In the bathroom, you took a breather, trying to stop your cheeks from blushing. Whatever you were doing with Morgan, it felt real. But it wasn’t, and you had to keep reminding yourself of that before you got hurt.

When you exited, Grams was standing outside the door.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize someone was waiting,” you said, quickly leaving the bathroom but she waved you off.

“Oh, I haven’t been here that long. But dear, my goodness, that Morgan. He’s a keeper, dear. You hold onto him, you hear me? With him, you’ll be happy for the rest of your life.” She said, patting your cheek before walking past you to the bathroom. You stood in shock for a moment at her words, before taking a deep breath and moving on.

You were just friends.

You repeated that to yourself as you sat next to him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. You repeated it again when he moved your legs into his lap, caressing your ankle. You said it again when he snagged the race car, arguably the best Monopoly piece, only to give it to you, taking the lame iron for himself.

“Hey, can I talk to you?” Julie said, tapping your shoulder, just before Monopoly (another family tradition) started. You nodded, and lifted your legs out of Mo’s lap. You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before following her into the kitchen.

“What’s up?”

“I wanted to apologize.” You furrowed your brows a little bit. “You know, for thinking your relationship was fake? It was wrong for me to think your relationship wasn’t serious but…I was just trying to look out for Mom and Dad. You don’t see how worried they get when you say you don’t have anyone in that big city. You’re the youngest, they’re always going to worry. And it’s just …You never even remotely told me about anyone and I didn’t want you to be faking it, just to get them off your back. But I was wrong and I’m sorry if it seemed like I was doubting your relationship. He’s perfect for you, and you seem really happy together.”

It was everything you’d been wanting to hear – that even the most skeptic of your family bought your lie and was happy for Christmas. But no relief came like you thought it would; only a lump forming in your throat. “Thanks Julie, that…that means a lot. Would you excuse me please?”

You slipped out of the room, taking the stairs two at a time. You paced around for a few moments, before sitting on the edge of your bed, placing your head in your hands. You’ve gotten in too deep now and it’s going to hurt everyone — yourself included — when you have a ‘breakup’. Your mom will resent Morgan, sweet sweet Morgan, and he’ll probably get chewed out by his own mother, and it’ll all be your fault. You did this to your family, to Morgan, to yourself.

“What’s wrong?” Morgan said, leaning against your doorframe.

“Julie thinks we’re dating. Like for real. They all do. ” At your words, he pushed off the wall and sat beside you on the bed, his hands dangerously close to touching yours. You move them into your lap before you can’t function.

“And that’s a bad thing?”

“Yes.”

“I thought that was the whole point of this? To make them think we’re dating?”

“No, it was. It’s just….” You trailed off, looking down at your hands.

“It’s just what?”

“It’s too much, okay!” You stood up and turned to face him. “Like you’re here. You’re in Vancouver again, with me again, in my parent’s house like we’re fifteen again! You can’t be around like this and expect me not to think about the road not taken! And it doesn’t seem to bother you! And I don’t like lying! I don’t need to be lying to both our families, your teammates, my friends! I don’t need to be lying to myself that I don’t enjoy this! It feels wrong. I know we lied a lot as kids, but it feels different this time. It feels like people are going to get hurt and I don’t think I was prepared for that.”

He took a moment. “We don’t have to lie, you know.”

“What do you mean? We’re fake dating; fake indicating lies.” You crossed your arms across your chest.

He took another moment, taking a deep breath. “We don’t have to be fake dating. We could…be dating for real.”

“What?” you whispered.

“Can I be honest here? Like really honest?” He asked, and you could only nod slightly. “I thought you would’ve got your head out of your ass by now. I thought you had feelings for me.

"Why do you think you said my name? You could’ve said any other name but you said mine. You could’ve found any other Morgan in Toronto but you asked me. You could’ve come clean to them! There were a thousand ways you could’ve gotten out of this but you didn’t! I thought that meant we had something special; that you were finding excuses to bring me here.” He sees your blank, shocked face as a sign to continue.

“And now that we’re here? Back in our hometown? It just all rushes back to me about how I didn’t tell you how I felt. Then I spend the days doing your family traditions and seeing you so happy with Drew and Rebekah and thinking that I could’ve had this a long time ago. But I was a coward and I don’t know if I can make the same mistake again.”

“What are you talking about?” You said breathlessly.

“When we were at Lighthouse Park that day, I almost told you I loved you. But I didn’t. And I went to Toronto and tried to forget the huge regret I’d made. I can’t- I can’t do that again. I love you. I have loved you since we were kids. I didn’t want you to be tied down when you moved out so I didn’t say anything and I tried to forget how I felt about you. But in two days, you’ve made me fall for you all over again and I can’t go back to how things were. I won’t. I don’t want to be your fake boyfriend when I am irrevocably in love with you. I want this,” He stood up and walked closer to you, his fingers reaching out for yours. “I want this to be real.”

“Mo…holy shit.”

“Yeah. It’s a lot, I know.” He went to step back, to give you space after everything he said, but you held onto his hand tighter.

“No, like holy shit, I was going to tell you I loved you that day too.” One of your hands traveled to rest on his cheekbone as you caressed his soft skin. “I didn’t want to give you more pressure as you started your career; that wouldn’t be fair. But some part of me has always wanted this to be real.”

“Really?” The corners of your mouth started to lift up as you nodded. “Can I kiss you?” He asked, ever the gentleman.

“Please.” And less than a second later, his mouth was on yours. Maybe it was a good thing you waited so long, because this was better than anything you could’ve imagined at eighteen. His hands found your waist, and pulled you closer, deepening the kiss.

When you finally pulled away for air, you pressed your forehead against his. “Wow.”

“You’re telling me.” You giggled at him and played with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Guess you can tell the team we’re dating for real life now.”

He laughed and pulled you in for another kiss. “For real life, eh?”

“For real life. As long as you’ll have me. ”

“Forever then, babe.” He winked, squeezing you tight. “Now let’s go join the family, yeah? Gotta beat my in-laws at Monopoly.”

His antics had you in laughter all the way down the stairs, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. There was happiness because of him.

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Part 11

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Pairing: Syverson x ofc

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?"

Chapter warnings: Here. We. Fucking. Go. SMUT. 18+. NSFW. MINORS DNI. Ah, yes, the song of my people. Fingering + oral (f receiving), p-in-v sex, loss of virginity, safe sex, some angst, some fluff... y'know. The good stuff.

Word count: 5.7k

A/N: SO. When I told miss ma'am @keanureevesisbae that this chapter was going to be a long one, and that I had 1k and I'd barely started, she guessed it was smut immediately. (She literally used the words 'Ch11 is smut. There is no other option.') She was right. You bet your ass I'm not writing 1k smut for a first time (or in general?... I like lengthy smut?) I hope y'all are happy now. I know I am! Now girl, get your butt home and read this 😘😘😘

IMPORTANT PSA: It's a first time - without any blood and without any pain. I'm not about that stuff. So if you're someone still waiting for that moment (even if you're a minor who hasn't turned away yet), read it and don't weep: First times don't have to hurt if you take your damn time and make sure everybody's comfortable with everything that's going on. Anyone who can't do that for you? Kick them TF out of your damn bed or wherever the hell you are. And if it still won't happen despite having tried all the smart stuff (smart stuf is NOT putting stuff like vaseline in your vagina, by the way): GO SEE YOUR DOCTOR. And use condoms. Just... Can't stress that enough.

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Sy was going to pick you up at 7. By the time it was 6.30, you were ready to go, but definitely not ready in any other capacity. Julie’s advice had been simple: ‘Let him take the lead, you just shave.’ And that last bit was pretty much optional. She’d overheard some drunk conversations between Patrick, Sy and the rest of the boys… He didn’t exactly seem fussy when it came to grooming choices. Nice to know. Maybe a tad too much info.

You checked your outfit another twelve times, your hair another twenty at least, and you did four more laps of the house before it was finally… 6.35? Really?

It took four solid eternities until that knock on the door at 7 on the dot. Your hands trembled when you opened the door, and when you opened your mouth to say something, you couldn’t make a sound.

“Hi beautiful,” he said with a big smile, “ready?” You just nodded, as you were still unable to speak, and followed him to his car. He looked good tonight, as always, and you decided it should be illegal for anyone to look this handsome in jeans and a t-shirt. The denim of his jeans was stretched tight around his thighs, and his shirt almost looked to be at risk of giving out. Alright, maybe you were taking some creative liberties there, but it definitely looked tight and it bothered you that he had it on in the first place. Quite frankly, it bothered you that he had anything on to begin with. During dinner, you had the worst time trying to keep your eyes off him.

“I’m sorry it wasn’t a very creative date,” Sy said at the end of the night, as you walked back to his truck. You laughed at that.

“I didn’t need a creative date, Sy. It just needed to be good.” You snuggled into his side when he threw an arm around your shoulders.

“Was it?” He almost looked shy when he asked, as if he was afraid you were going to tell him it hadn’t been a good date. As if you were going to reject him… But how could you? How could anyone? You put your hand over his and brushed your thumb over the back of his hand.

“Very,” you said, smiling up at him. The way he smiled back at you made you bite your lip. Everything had changed. And anything that accidentally hadn’t changed by now, would change tonight. A voice in your head told you that it wasn’t too late to turn back, that you could go back to being friends…

“Are you alright, Sugar,” Sy asked, his voice all kindness and compassion, “you seem nervous?” Of course he could tell you were nervous. You were a virgin with a terrible poker face, out on a dinner date with the guy you hoped would later tonight become your first. If your face din’t give it away, common sense would.

“I am,” you whispered softly. In the spur of the moment, you made a decision that – in hindsight – was very brave; to trust him. “There’s a part of me that’s telling me it’s not too late to go back to being friends.”

“Neither of us want that, darlin’,” he said as he shook his head. You knew he was right.

“It’s just the nerves, isn’t it?” He nodded.

Both of you were quiet on the drive back to your house. Your thoughts were running away with you, thinking up every doomscenario imaginable, no matter how ridiculous it was. No, the bed wasn’t going to break. No, Sy wasn’t going to hurt you. No, your mother wouldn’t all of a sudden barge into your house announcing loudly that she’d be staying until Christmas. It was just going to be you and Sy, and it was going to be at least as good as last time. One thing you were definitely excited about was being able to wake up next to him again. You had been missing those strong arms around you every morning for the past week. And the feeling of his hairy chest against your back… Somehow you convinced yourself to stick with the thoughts about what you were looking forward to until you pulled up in the driveway, where Sy – as always - walked over to your side to help you out of the truck. He firmly held onto your hand as you walked up to the front door, and while you were fumbling for your keys in your bag, he pulled you into him and gently placed a finger underneath your chin, lifting your face up to his slowly and carefully.

“Hey Sugar, mind if I kiss ya?” This time, no one needed any saving from broken porches and whatnot. It was just you and him, nothing more, nothing less. His lips left yours far too soon, and you continued your search for the keys even more frantically than you had started it. Needless to say, it didn’t work: these damn keys were nowhere to be found.

“Sy, help,” you laughed as you handed him your bag. He found them within seconds and opened the door.

Sy leaned against the door, causing it to fall shut. He didn’t do anything, didn’t try anything, he just stood there, quiet and still, waiting for you to take any kind of initiative.

“I’m scared,” you whispered as you took one step closer to him.

“Scared or nervous?” he asked. You could tell from the look in his eyes that it made an immense difference to him to keep these two apart in this type of scenario.

“Nervous,” you stammered. It wasn’t a lie, despite them being the worst nerves you had ever dealt with.

“So am I,” he replied. The smile on his face was genuine and sweet. You could see he was telling the truth, although there was no doubt a big difference between the amount of nerves he felt compared to what you were going through. He reached for your hand, and you let him guide you to the living room. He disappeared into the kitchen, leaving you there, waiting for him to come back. Your couch had never been this uncomfortable. Sy returned from the kitching holding a beer in one hand and an iced tea – or ‘sweet tea’, if you wanted to avoid another half hour lecture from Jules – in the other. You almost dropped the glass when he handed it to you and cursed your butter fingers and dumb nerves. He just sat down and turned the TV on, looking far more at ease on your couch than you did right now, which put you on edge even more. There wasn’t a single part of your body that wasn’t trembling, your was brain going back and forth between your desire to kiss him and the desire to send him home, and on top of that you wondered why he didn’t do anything. Did you even want him to? You sure weren’t going to… Maybe he didn’t want to push you? He was going to wait a long time if he expected you to take the first step… Eventually, you lifted your glass to your lips to take another sip of your drink, only to find out you had finished it. You were still shaking as you set your glass back down on the coffee table.

“Darlin’, c’mere.” He put an arm on the back of the couch, inviting you to sit closer to him. Somehow, being close to him made you feel less nervous. Sy made you feel safe. Nothing was going to happen to you as long as you were close to him. You let out a sigh and nestled into his side, humming contently as his arm moved from the couch to your shoulder. This was good. This felt right. His fingers drew patterns on the skin of your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The movements weren’t pressing, it wasn’t an attempt at anything other than being there with you and stroking your arm. You were sure you would never be able to put into words how much you appreciated that, even if you spent the rest of your life trying.

It was almost ten when you felt Sy move. For a moment you were afraid he was going to get up and leave, and you panicked a bit. It was a much stronger reaction than you felt was necessary, but you really didn’t want him to leave.

“Sy,” you said softly, looking up at him. He was looking back at you, his eyes asking you to continue. “Why are you nervous?” You felt stupid for asking as soon as the words were out, but there was no taking them back now.

“All that talk about makin’ this special…” he chuckled softly, “now I gotta make good on that promise. Don’t want ya to think I’m all talk…” Despite what he was saying, there was no hint of any insecurities in his eyes. Sy looked completely calm. You told him as much.

“I mostly am,” he replied, “got some experience to help shut these nerves up.” You’d expected to hate any reference to his experience, but you didn’t. None of that mattered right now, he was here. He was with you. He was yours.

“Sy,” you said slowly, “I need you to take the lead.” It wasn’t a lie, even though you still hated to admit to needing anyone. You let out a small, soft, nervous little laugh, and you couldn’t keep it from trembling a little, but it was enough. He pulled you into his lap the same way he’d done the week before, straddling his thighs, although he was a little quicker to put a hand on your ass this time around. When he tried to wink, you couldn’t contain another laugh. This one was louder and more comfortable. Sy smiled at you, you smiled back. From the outside, this probably looked really stupid, but as a part of it, it was a lovely and intimate moment. If only it ended and changed into something more… But it didn’t. Neither of you moved.

“One of us is going to have to do it,” you heard yourself say.

“Don’t gotta tell me, Sugar, but I…” You knew exactly what he was trying to say. You couldn’t. He couldn’t. But why – the fuck – not? You knew what you were hung up on, but what was his problem? Was he more nervous than he led on? Did he think you didn’t want this? Did he not want this? Fuck!

“Fuck,” you cried out in frustration, anger, maybe sadness, “why is this happening? This is bullshit! I want you, Sy, literally so bad. I want to kiss you. I want you to kiss me. Why can’t we…” Sy’s mouth crashed into yours, swallowing up the last of your sentence. Whatever you were going to say didn’t matter, it was obsolete, forgotten. Lips parted, tongues met, danced, retreated. He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, making you moan, turning the sound into a whimper when he bit into it softly. You wrapped an arm around his neck, your hand at the back of his head, pulling him closer to you, the other wrapped around his chest, stroking his back. He moaned softly into your mouth when your nails softly scraped his scalp, down to the nape of his neck. He explored every part of your body he could get his hands on in this position, kneading the flesh of your ass, your hips, your sides, your thighs, leaving every bit of you he touched burning, longing, waiting…

Your thoughts were racing and your heart seemed to try to catch up to them. Weirdly enough, you weren’t worried or nervous anymore, just hopelessly in love and very, very turned on. Your only complaint at this time was that there wasn’t more of Sy touching more of you. Every inch of you was screaming for him, begging for him, pleading with every ounce of your being that he would never leave… And then he was gone.

Heavy hands pressed firmly down onto your shoulders and held you at a distance. It was a while before you dared to open your eyes, afraid you wouldn’t find him in front of you when you did, but when you finally looked, he was there. Half-smiling his way through a pained look and frown, trying to catch his breath. The pressure on your shoulders disappeared as his hands moved up to capture your face in between them. Sy gently pulled you towards him, until you were close enough for him to press a sweet kiss on your forehead before leaning his brow against yours. A warm chuckle escaped his throat.

“Y’alright, baby?” he asked in between heavy breaths. A hum and a nod were all you could manage. Sy spent another minute catching his breath while his hands softly traveled up and down your thighs, before picking you up in the same way he had the week before and carrying you off to the same destination.

You frowned when Sy pulled away after he put you down on the bed, but you were pleased to see he din’t go far. He was sitting right there, on his knees in between your legs, with your thighs draped over his. More importantly; he was taking his shirt off, which made you feel all kinds of ways, but the only way you could articulate it was: ‘yay’. Since there was no way you were supposed to say that out loud, you fought the urge to blurt it out and ended up moaning instead. Close enough. You were barely aware of your own fingers reaching for the hem of your own top until your necklace got stuck when you tried to pull it over your head. Sy was quick to help you untangle everything, even though it was hard for him. Those fingers were definitely made for far less refined work. When his hands moved towards the clasp of your bra, you stopped him. Sy looked at you questioningly – and sad, pouting even, which was adorable – but you shook your head. It wasn’t every day that you put on matching underwear – especially for a man – and he was at least going to see it, dammit, even if he didn’t give a damn about these things. It had been one of Julie’s little confidence boosting tips – she had even helped you justify the strategic acquisition of a new, possibly slightly outrageously expensive set. Sy was suspiciously quick to put two and two together when you refused his attempt to take your bra off, and his fingers tentatively moved toward the waistband of your jeans, a question burning in his eyes: ‘May I?’. You couldn’t look into his eyes as you answered. Instead, you turned your head away and whispered your answer very softly. You glanced in his direction from the corner of your eyes as he took your pants off.

You were going to have to ask Julie if that lovely tip of hers had been solely for the purpose of boosting your confidence, or if she’d secretly known what his reaction was going to be like, but either way you’d need to thank her. Sy’s eyes went wide when he looked at the pale blue lace contraption that kept you from being completely exposed. You shivered when his hands reached for your hips, pinching softly before trailing down your thighs. His hands felt good on your skin; a little rough, but you could tell he was trying to be gentle, and they were warm, which was more than you could say of the air in the room. Your next shiver came from the realization that it was, in fact, quite cold, which was more than apparent from the the way your nipples poked through the material of your underwear.

It caused you to feel an overwhelming urge to hide, but Sy didn’t let you.

“Don’t…” he said, his voice breaking up. He cleared his throat before continuing. “Sugar, don’t hide. You’re beautiful.”

The heat of his body fixed the problem you were having with the cold when he leaned over you to press his lips to yours again. The kiss started off slow, almost casual, before he deepened it and the intensity from before returned instantly. You ran the fingers of one hand through his beard while the other rested on his back, making subtle attempts to pull him closer to you. Eventually, he gave in and closed the remaining space between your bodies, only to move away near immediately. You whined when his lips left yours, wondering why he had to stop kissing you all of a sudden. It had been nice. Stopping wasn’t a good idea – it was a terrible one, in fact. Then why was he doing it? Your questions were answered when you heard the metal of his belt buckle and you gasped. It turned into a chuckle when you watched Sy take off his own jeans in such a hurry that it only slowed him down.

“Laughing at me, are ya, Sugar?” He laughed as he fell back on top of you, catching himself in time to keep from crushing you underneath his body. His lips found yours fleetingly before traveling to your ear, and from there down your neck to your cleavage. Sy couldn’t hide his enthusiasm as he turned his attention to your boobs, kneading them, grazing his fingers over your nipples, making you writhe and moan as his mouth explored the exposed skin of your chest. One hand made its way around your back, unhooking your bra with impressive ease.

“It’s really goddamn pretty, baby, but I want to see you,” he murmured softly against your skin as he unwrapped your breasts – ‘unwrapped’ being an apt descriptor, because Sy looked like a kid on Christmas while he did it… That man was absolutely crazy about your boobs.

“Dammit, Sugar, you look so fucking good,” Sy growled before flicking his tongue over your nipple as he ground his hips into yours. He was hard, and you were suddenly painfully aware of how little fabric currently separated him from you. You couldn’t stop moving as Sy continued his eager attack on your chest, the need to relieve the scalding desire between your legs was too big, too pressing.

“Fuck,” you gasped when teeth fleetingly grazed the pebbled flesh of your nipple, “Sy, please.” Where you found the courage; no idea. Somehow you managed to push Sy’s hand down to your stomach, where he suddenly held still, drawing patterns on your skin. His mouth left your breast alone and worked its way back up to yours, kissing you gently before moving towards your ear. His waiting made you even more restless, and your writhing became more and more desperate with every passing second. Sy chuckled, the sound was warm and sweet in your ear and sent little jolts of electricity straigt down to your burning core. You pushed at his hand again, begging Sy to finally provide you with the friction you craved.

“You’re an eager li’l thing, ain’t ya?” he whispered. The sound of his voice in your ear was magical – which only made things worse for you – but what he said made you a bit nervous. Eager… Was that a good thing? Did he mean too eager? And why were you overthinking this instead of enjoying what was going on? The feeling of his hand sliding further down your stomach until his hand cupped your mound was enough to stop your negative thoughts in their tracks and send them all the way to hell.

“Want me to go on?” You couldn’t even focus on answering while two of his fingers teased you by very lightly drumming a lazy rhythm on your swollen clit.

“Please,” you blurted out, “stop teasing, just…” You were practically sobbing at this point, begging to be touched.

“You best take those off, Sugar,” he laughed in reply to your plea, “I don’t think I can do it without fuckin’ ‘em up.” Your panties were off and on the floor before he’d even finished that sentence. For the love of God, could he just fucking touch you already? You fell back into his arms with an aggravated sigh, the end of which was drowned out by Sy’s grunt when he dragged a finger through your wet folds.

“Fuck, Sugar,” he growled in your ear, “such a wet goddamn pussy.” His voice was that of a man entirely drunk on lust – and somehow you found that empowering? You were startled when Sy gently pushed his finger into your core. He was being careful, keeping a close eye on your reaction to see if he wasn’t hurting you or anything of the sort. It didn’t hurt; it felt good. Not the kind of good that would make you cum, but it was definitely nice. A second finger slipped into you with just as much ease, making you feel even better, but at the same time more desperate for the release you still weren’t getting. You couldn’t hold back the gasps, sighs or moans as Sy pumped his thick fingers slowly in and out of your pussy, searching your walls for a spot you knew existed in theory, but had never found. When he pulled his fingers out, you whined, wondering why the fuck he stopped, and you looked at him, frowning deeply. Of course he was looking back at you, chuckling at your anger.

“Sweetheart, I meant it when I said I wanted to take good care of ya,” Sy said softly in between kisses as he made his way down your neck, in between your breasts, down your stomach. His kisses left a wet trail in their wake, which made you shiver as it came into contact with the chilly air. “Will you let me?"

Fuck, he was cute when he licked his lips. And when he bit it. That didn’t make you less nervous, but it drove you wild enough to nod without giving it any thought. The real nerves hit you again when you saw his face in between your legs and it dawned on you what he was about to do… Whether he saw the hesitation in your eyes or the way you shaped up to stop him, you had no idea, but before you could say anything, his low growl stopped you dead in your tracks.

“Fuck, baby, you look fucking amazing,” he rasped, “such a pretty pussy.” Two of his fingers teased at your entrance, making you whine in a plea for more. Sy chuckled when he slipped them into you with ease.

“So fucking wet for me, can’t wait to taste ya.” He said the words so eagerly that you couldn’t doubt that he was speaking the truth, which settled the majority of your nerves. The rest vanished when his tongue hit your clit. The feeling consumed you completely; there was absolutely nothing else in this moment than Sy’s tongue working the sensitive little pearl between your legs. Fuck this was good. He was good – not that you had anything to compare him to, but still. All of your attention was forced into focusing on what he was doing. His fingers sliding in and out of your throbbing heat, his tongue flicking and occasionally sucking on your clit, his free hand reaching up to your chest… All of it caused the pressure inside you to build, higher and higher until you finally snapped. You felt your walls clench around Sy’s fingers as your hips twitched uncontrollably while you rode out your high on his tongue before collapsing. When you heard him laugh, you looked down. Something in those eyes was cooking up the devious plan to put you through that again, but there was no way you could handle that. First of all because ow, sensitive? And second of all because you needed something else from him. Something your entire body begged for. You reached for his face to pull him back up to you, crushing your mouth against his in a frantic – and very wet – kiss. To your surprise, it didn’t bother you to taste yourself on his lips; if anything it added to your arousal. Most of the restraint he had shown you before was gone – his kiss was the epitome of unbridled desire that matched yours so effortlessly it was almost scary. There was no doubt in your mind that you needed this man as close to you as humanly possible, sooner rather than later.

“Sy,” you gasped into his mouth whenever you saw the chance to speak, “I need you.” He growled in reply. “Now.” You’d never had your body scream so hard for something it had never experienced before, it was remarkable if you thought about it – which you would… later… But definitely not now, no, now was the time for unhinged lust and unfamiliar urges, and angrily mourning Sy’s withdrawal only to find he was taking care of the last bit of clothing he was wearing. Now was the time to take a look at him naked, only to come to the conclusion that your dreams hadn’t been doing him any kind of justice… The reality was far more impressive than anything your mind had managed to come up with so far. Now was the time to stare at Sy, your eyes wide with fear and your mouth open in suprise, and for him to kiss you softly on the tip of your nose before reassuring you that everything would be fine.

He looked around for something, impatiently and frantically and with increasing frustration very apparent in his behavior. You looked at him questioningly.

“Condoms are in my bag,” and that bag was still by your front door…

“I think I still have some,” you said. It would be hard to find any time in your life you’d looked through your nightstand so eagerly before. After some time, you found what you were looking for.

“Of course,” you sighed. They were fucking expired. Good going… You were astounded by your own lack of preparation. The time it took Sy to get to the hall and back was just enough to build up your nerves all over again. This was happening. It was really happening… Some of the excitement was pushed back by nerves. You had seen what you were dealing with, but your brain could in no way make sense of the logistics. There was just no way that was ever going to fit. You were so caught up in freaking out that you hadn’t heard Sy return and you first noticed his presence when he put a hand on your hip.

“Baby, you okay?” There was genuine concern in his eyes. You smiled and nodded, unable to speak. You were so ready for this, but so scared it was going to hurt.

“Talk to me, Sugar,” he said as he put a hand to the side of your face and gently brushed your cheekbone with his thumb. The longer he looked at you, the harder it became to keep your bottom lip from trembling.

“I don’t want it to hurt,” you whispered. You put your hand over his and squeezed it.

“It won’t,” Sy reassured you. “Trust me, breathe, talk to me, ‘kay?” Your nod was careful and quick. The lump in your throat didn’t disappear when you swallowed and your muscles tensed up when you felt the tip of Sy’s cock against your core. Sy chuckled when he noticed and he kissed you softly.

“That’s what’s gonna make it uncomfortable, Sweetheart, ya gotta relax.” It was easier said than done, but his kiss and the soft kindness he showed you in everything he did helped a lot. Everything went well for a bit, until it didn’t. Sy saw the discomfort on your face and stopped moving. His mouth found yours, and he pulled you into a tender kiss, moving his lips against yours softly, calmly and at a gentle pace. He carefully took advantage of the moment he no longer felt your walls clench hard around him, inching himself further into you as you moaned into his mouth. The feeling of your walls stretched tight around his cock to accommodate all of it was surreal. It felt good - so fucking good, if you didn’t know any better you’d say it was magic.

For a moment you were busy with all the things you were feeling, and not concerned with Sy at all, until you heard him moan into your mouth.

“Can I move?” His voice was hoarse. “God, I wanna fuck your tight li’l pussy.” You moaned when he said it. It was strange to hear him talk like that, but it was so incredibly hot to hear how much he wanted you – and it made a part of you feel bad for not being as vocal as he was. The rhythm Sy settled on was slow and his thrusts were gentle. A bit too slow and gentle, maybe? The thought surprised you, but not more than the unconscious movements of your hips did. Without realizing it, you’d settled into the same rhythm, mirroring his movements so your hips met his with each thrust. Sy let his head hang next to yours and his moans and grunts and the feeling of his hot breath on your ear and in your neck drove you wild, which surprised you a little. Soon, you found yourself mirroring those noises as well, unable to keep quiet as Sy drove himself into your tight core time after time. It was as if he slowed down with every thrust – he didn’t – and your exasperation grew with every second as he stuck with the same agonizingly slow rhythm.

“Faster, please,” you moaned into his ear, and he was more than happy to oblige.

“Look at you, baby,” he growled in your ear as he picked up the pace, “takin’ me so goddamn well.” His words made your head spin and you felt your walls clench around him as he said it. It was sweet, it was nice, but it was also something else entirely you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Your own moans and squeals mingled with his low grunts and growls as he sank into you with harsh, short thrusts that made you feel so good you could just about cry. Your senses were overwhelmed by all the different sensations; the feeling of Sy’s cock, vigorously pumping into you, filling you completely with every thrust of his hips; your skin, damp with sweat, exposed to the cool air; the sounds of skin against skin and Sy growling in your ear, mixed with the sounds of your own pleasure; the strangely arousing smell of sweat and… sex; the look on Sy’s face as every move he made pulled him closer and closer to the finish; and finally the salty taste of Sy’s skin that hit your tongue as you sank your teeth into his shoulder when his final thrusts were almost painfully erratic.

“Sorry ‘bout that, Sugar,” he laughed apologetically as he held you close for a moment. You winced at the feeling of emptiness when he pulled out of you and left your walls clenching around nothing. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple before moving away, disappearing from the room to handle the necessary clean-up. Maybe the cold came a little too abruptly, maybe it would have happened all the same if he’d stayed close to you for a little longer, in any case, a slight fit of panic set in. Sy couldn’t have been gone for more than two minutes, and when he returned he found you curled up on the covers, shivering and staring into space.

“Sugar, are you okay?” His hands were warm on your skin. It was nice.

“Tired,” you answered with a slight chuckle as the panic disappeared with every stroke of his hands. Everything was better now that he was here. “A bit overwhelmed…” That was probably not a weird thing, right? Sy sat next to you on the bed and gathered you up into his arms. It drew your attention to the sweat and… other fluids… you were covered with.

“And sticky,” you blurted out before you realized it. You somehow managed to laugh at that. In fact, you both laughed at that.

“You can go take a shower if you want?” Sy suggested. It was a great idea, but there was no way you were going to let go of him, and you told him that.

“Are you tellin’ me to come with ya?” Sy grinned and instead of rolling your eyes at him, you grinned back. Apparently, he took that as a yes, because he threw you over his shoulder while he muttered ‘don’t gotta tell me twice’ and carried you off to the bathroom.

“Wait!” you yelled when Sy wanted to drag you into the shower. He looked at you, one eyebrow raised inquisitively. You pointed at your hair before finding a scruncie and tying it up. It shouldn’t have been a surprise that that wasn’t much of an explanation for a man with more hair on his chest than on top of his head. “I can’t go to sleep with wet hair, it’s really bad for your hair.”

“Never knew,” Sy said. Something was clearly amusing to him, but you were too tired to question it. “Now, c’mere, Sugar, I wanna get to bed.” Sy’s strong arms combined with warm water were exactly what you needed right now to wind down and process everything that had happened tonight.

It was a good thing you had Sy with you, because it gave you something to lean against when your legs didn’t feel like it anymore, and someone to carry you back to bed when the time came.

“So, this is taking proper care of your woman, Sy?” you chuckled as you snuggled as close to him as possible. “Sugar, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”

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Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 25

Pairing: Hangman x Female OC

Word Count: 1859

Warnings: Talk of death

Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.

Or so he thought.

Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Also sorry for the delay in posting this. I've been trying to update other stories, and I'm in the middle of moving, so updates might be spotty for a bit :(

Chapter Songs: 'Tis the Damn Season Speakers Bleachers & Preachers

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Hangman

Charlotte Blackwood had aged gracefully, but the fine lines of her wrinkles did not detract from her beauty, nor did she act like she'd gotten older. Despite her grief, Charlie greeted Hangman with a big smile and an even bigger hug.

"It's so nice to see you," she said, pulling away. "I wish I was getting to see you under happier circumstances."

"Me too, ma'am," Jake replied. "Whatever y'all need from me, I'm here."

Charlie glanced over her shoulder at her daughters, who were still hugging each other. "You supporting Ghost is all I need. Thank you for coming with her."

"Of course. I wanted to be for you, too. You and Nathan treated me more like a son than my own dad ever did, especially after my mom died." Hangman rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly embarrassed. "I'll, uh, I'll get Ghost's suitcase to her room, and then I'll let y'all be."

Charlie's brow furrowed. "Where are you going?"

"I need to find a hotel and-"

"Aren't you staying with us?"

"I didn't want to assume-"

Charlie shook her head. "No, no, you're not staying at a hotel. Your room is all ready for you."

Hangman thought back to the guest room he'd crashed in for the last few weeks he'd had in Texas before heading to the Naval boot camp with Ghost. He'd made that place his temporary home after his mom's death and his father's harsh words and instruction not to return home for the rest of the year. It was the same room that Hangman used when he returned for Christmas and summer "break," both that year and the subsequent years. The Blackwoods had all but adopted him, and those had been some of the happiest years of his life.

"Thank you, ma'am," he managed to say, surprisingly overcome with nostalgia. Grabbing his and Ghost's suitcases, he lugged them inside and upstairs to their respective rooms. Hangman chose to stay in his and unpack to allow the Blackwood women to catch up and privately mourn over the loss of Nathan. He turned on some quiet country music and slowly started taking things from his suitcase and putting them into the dresser drawers. To his surprise, some of his old clothes remained in there. They would hardly fit him now, but the sight of it still warmed his heart. Charlie had held onto them even after all this time...

Once he finished unpacking, he lay on top of the bed covers and scrolled through his contacts, hovering over his oldest brother's number. Did he dare call him and let Matt know he was in Texas? Hardly five minutes away? That he'd willingly come for a girl who hadn't spoken to him in years but hadn't had the guts to visit his brother despite Matt's obvious attempts to repair their fractured relationship? What about his niece, Sophie? An innocent caught in the crossfire of Jake's complicated feelings about his family?

"There you are," Ghost said softly from his doorway. "You okay?"

Hangman sat up. "Yeah, I'm good," he lied, figuring Ghost had enough on her mind. She didn't need to hear his problems. "How are you holding up?"

"I don't know. Part of me is fully aware he's not coming back, but the other part, it's like the reality hasn't set in. I walked past his office earlier and expected to see him sitting there working, but it was empty."

"It takes a while to come to terms with it," Hangman said empathetically, standing up and shoving his phone and hands into his jeans pockets. "You always saw him working in his office whenever you were home, so that habitual motion of looking into his office is still there even if he's not, so you're still going to react to it."

"Did you-"

"Do the same? Yeah. I remember texting my mom a few times out of habit with some nonsense thing that I thought was a big accomplishment. I'd only realize she wouldn't respond after I hit send."

"When did you stop?"

"It took a couple of months. Matt used to do the same, apparently."

"Speaking of Matt, did you tell him you're here?"

Either Ghost realized that's what Hangman had been contemplating in bed when she walked in, or she had uncanny timing with her question. Regardless, his answer was the same. "No. I'm here to support you, not navigate my own family drama."

"Don't stop yourself from seeing him on my account if you want to. If you do choose to see Matt, I'll support you, too."

"But you're grieving-"

"You came here for me. Let me be there for you when you need it. That's what friends do, Jake, no matter the circumstances."

The corner of his lip tugged upward. "Forever?"

"And always," Ghost responded without skipping a beat. "I'll even go with you to see him if you want."

"No, no, that's too much."

"As much as buying my plane ticket to come down here?"

Shit. Sheepishly, he asked, "How long have you known?"

"Figured it out right before I came up to find you for dinner. I checked my account balance to see what damage the flight had done to it and saw nothing," Ghost said as she closed the distance between them. She reached up and hugged him tightly, and Hangman could've sworn she melted into him when his arms snaked around her waist. With tears in her voice, she whispered, "Thank you, Jake. That was too much but very, very much appreciated."

"You had enough going on; I thought I could take something off your shoulders by paying for it. After all-" Hangman pulled away just enough to look at her, but kept his hands on her waist- "burdens aren't meant to be carried alone."

Ghost chuckled softly. "Throwing my saying back in my face, I see."

"You're good at coming up with catchy ones." They smiled at each other, and he watched Ghost's eyes flick briefly down to his lips. She opened her mouth and-

"Annalise? Where are you?" Jackie's nearby voice caused them to jump apart hastily lest they be caught in a questionable embrace. Ghost strode into the hallway with Hangman on her heels. Jackie spotted them when she exited her sister's room. "What do you two want for dinner?"

"Why don't I pick something up?" Hangman offered, moving toward the stairway. The girls followed. "That way, none of you have to cook."

"You've had a long day of traveling. We can order in and-" The ringing doorbell cut Jackie off. The group shared bewildered looks, wondering who would be here since none of them had been expecting company. Hangman gathered his wits first and moved forward, answering the door. A familiar man and little girl stood with a casserole dish in hand. The two men blinked in shock at each other. With no small amount of disbelief, Hangman managed to say, "Matt?"

"Jake?" his brother responded in equal confusion.

The little girl in Matt's arms gasped and excitedly asked, "Jake? Like Uncle Jake?!"

"And you must be Sophie," Ghost said, coming to stand beside Hangman with a gentle smile on her face, saving both men from the awkward silence settling between them. She knelt in front of the girl and added, "Your Uncle Jake has told me so much about you!"

Sophie's eyes lit up, causing Hangman's heart to sink. He had told Ghost nothing about his niece except her name, but the idea of him- a man she had never met- talking about her to other people clearly meant the world to Sophie. "Really? Like what?"

"Well, let's see, he said you like horses and that you've just started learning how to ride. You also really love music and are trying to learn the guitar."

"Yeah! I'm not good at the guitar, though. I'm better at the horse riding," Sophie admitted bashfully while Hangman stared at Ghost in a stupor, wondering how the hell she'd known more about Sophie than he did.

"If you're anything like your uncle, you'll get there in no time."

"I hope so!" Sophie tilted her head. "Who are you? Are you Uncle Jake's girlfriend?"

"I'm Annalise. I'm a pilot like your uncle." Ghost straightened and turned her attention to Matt. "How are you doing?"

"Uh, good, good," he replied, regaining his composure. "When did y'all get in?"

"About an hour and a half ago. It was a last-minute trip due to the circumstances."

"I see, I see. Well, uh, we heard about your dad and wanted to bring you a casserole for dinner. We're so sorry for your loss. Melissa sends her condolences as well. She has a cold; otherwise, she would be here, too."

Jackie stepped forward and took the dish from him. "Thank you, that's very kind of you. You truly had impeccable timing with this. We were just trying to figure out what we were going to do for dinner. And we hope Melissa feels better!"

Matt offered her a small smile, but his gaze continued to revert to Hangman. "Thank you. I'm glad we could be of help. If y'all need anything else, please let us know. Annalise, Jackie, good to see you. Jake, we'll talk soon?"

Hangman nodded, unable to find his voice. He was mortified his brother found out about him being here like this.

"Daddy, I don't want to leave yet!" Sophie protested, grabbing her dad's hand. "Can we please stay?"

Matt picked her up and said, "Not tonight, sweetheart. The Blackwoods and your Uncle Jake are going through a tough time right now because they lost someone very important to them. Another time, okay?"

Hangman opened his mouth to invite them in, but then he remembered this wasn't his house, and the decision ultimately lay with Ghost and her family. He looked down at Annalise, and a mutual understanding passed between them.

"Actually, we would love to have the company," Ghost said kindly. "It'll be a nice distraction, and I don't think any of us can say no to Sophie's plea to hang out with her uncle. Y'all are more than welcome to have dinner with us."

"Please, Daddy?" Sophie begged, clasping her hands in prayer in front of his face. "Please, please, please?"

Matt sighed in defeat. "All right. I'll call Mommy and let her know we'll be late coming home."

Sophie cheered and reached out eagerly for Hangman. He hesitated only a fraction of a second before taking her out of her dad's arms and holding her himself. Grinning at her, Hangman said, "It's an honor to finally meet you, Sophie."

She threw her tiny arms around his neck. "I'm so happy to meet you!"

"I'll be in shortly. Just going to call Melissa and let her know we'll be home late," Matt informed, taking out his cell phone. Hangman nodded but said nothing, choosing to enter the kitchen with Sophie to get away from his older brother because they would be talking tonight, whether Hangman wanted to or not, and the more he looked at Matt, the more the reality settled in, and it terrified him.

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If Only There Were a Word to Describe the Enormity

Big doesn't quite cut it. So things went a different route, but walking a line along what our less recent arrivals did. This is a big, huge (no that isn't it) chapter for the Nika mythos. Sets the stage for a divine presence to cap off the end of another's story. I definitely feel that vibe with Bonney's role in all this, what a turning point and one that definitely reminds me a lot of little Otama. We've been here before with trying to predict Egghead. Opting for repetition of core themes, doubling down on what we had and making it bigger in scope over moving towards resolution. Interesting crossroads. This could swiftly turn towards that surface-level resolution but honestly I wouldn't be surprised at this point if we spin our wheels for a little more then go into that third cutaway, ending up with an arc around WCI-length.

The hook is an idea we're familiar with. Keep your eye on Luffy. Never see his eyes, how he just kinda leaps back in leaving this little gap about being fed and ending up downstairs unresolved. Mostly though, he's full-blown teeheemaxxing in a dire moment. Which is on brand for Nika but our whole idea is there's an undertone based on the notion the drawback to G5 is losing control. It all goes back to that observation our finale could be constructed a little more like a YuYu Hakusho type series than other shonen; you've gotten your ultimate power a little early because our ending will be more about learning to control it.

Oh hey, these guys. Seriously...nice. The Giants are very important to my fandom. Y'all know how much I love Miss Goldenweek and by extension Little Garden. Oimo & Kashi are where I caught up the first time. I remember being about two weeks away from starting freshman year of high school at the tail end of a summer binging the hell out of so many anime thanks to this newfangled DSL high speed internet. The way that came up again blew my mind, and seeing Dorry & Brogy almost twenty years later is so damn cool it makes me forget all about the not being the Grand Fleet aspect.

I mean, that was always just a specific and early guess. They still have sprinkled into these cutaway segments though. This pair just saw the paper and hurried over. Maybe they were expecting Luffy to head to Elbaf next after his time in Wano? Which is a very interesting concept when we've talked about Egghead being a somewhat "lateral" move with no clear goal set to advance our main progress through the Grand Line.

It's also pretty interesting to blend two long-running threads through this Nika lore. How do Bonney/Kuma & the giants intersect? Does it reinforce the need to pop the mystique of the spectacle? Does Luffy jump from one legendary story to another? The Fleet was the way to end it here. The giants tease it out more. At least as long as Shanks isn't following. But there's one last little element that makes me interested in the undertone like always, as we started off pointing out how that's still very much an element if you watch for it:

Robonosuke! Interesting how he's finally coming back around. It does look like he's reacting to the heartbeat but I'd point out we did let most of the chapter roll before showing this when Luffy went G5 at the start. The idea was always asking if that's a potential blip of something weird. The kicker with the Giants to me is how Dorry and Brogy seem to both be coming for Luffy and for the Sun God. We'll talk a lot more about them tomorrow and especially a titanic (oooh, yeah that's the stuff) wrinkle all around our beloved Strawhat Sniper Usopp I feel silly for not thinking of already. It's justified through what we learn of Elbaf in the Big Mom flashback.

Oddly enough, gets me right back to where I felt about Bonney right around the time this arc started. Remember? We're puzzled about Kiku's odd ending to Wano and all of a sudden Bonney picks up those threads in a big way. Now moving into more of that alternate protag space a lot like Yamato. Never forget, we know there was a rewrite behind that hiatus for a reason. So now...even if it's not the Fleet I can't help but notice how Dorry and Brogy specifically amplify the same ideas.

Either way, Robonosuke is coming online. We still have a little weirdness in the gaps. I'm curious as hell were it's all leading so bring on the big bois.

#one piece #chapter 1106 #post-wano musings

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miyuhpapayuh · 10 months

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21. Family ties.

"I want a tattoo," Rod taps a spot on his forearm and looks at Stevie, who smirks back at him. "Right here."

"What's it gonna be?" She trails her pointer finger down the vein that's running through the spot he's pointing to.

"I don't know yet, but it's gotta be the bomb."

She snickers and shakes her head. "Do you have an idea of what you want?"

"Hm... maybe something in red ink, since it's my favorite color.... maybe some flames or something."

"Hm, that's interesting. I think I want one, too."

"Nah, you're scary." He shakes his head.

"Wha— I'm not scary!"

"Yes, you are. You don't remember the last time a needle was within close range to you? You damn near hopped out the window!" He chuckles at the annoyed puff of air that she releases.

"That nurse was being extra, pinchin' my arm and slappin' my arm and shit."

"She was looking for a vein, Vie."

"Was she?, cause it felt like she was tryna dot ya girl up, like I mighta crossed her in a past life."

"You're hilarious."

"Shut up, negro." She stands up from the couch and pulls at the hem of her t-shirt, heading into the kitchen.

"One of the funniest, seriously." He heads behind her, hopping onto the island.

"What time do we have to be on the road, dear?" He asks, half sarcastically.

"Around four-thirty? It takes a while to get there."

"Cool, cool.... I got a question."

"I'm listening," she reaches into his fridge for the half-frozen coke that she'd put in there, last night.

"You think my mama really likes this dude? Like... really likes him?"

"Rod," she turns around with her hand on her hip, while he shakes his head.

"I know, it's been almost a year and shit, but I'm still skeptical about him. He just seems really rough around the edges—"

"Compared to your father? That man treats her like she's heaven scent! I really don't think you have anything to worry about."

He stares at her for a second, before shaking his head. “Nah, I still think he got some shit goin' on. I gotta see what that's about."

"Why don't you talk to him? I don't think you ever say more than two words to him, when he's always been super nice to you." Stevie shakes her head.

"Cause he knows I'm onto him." She scoffs.

"Cause he's in love with your mama, you dork. Not everybody has a hidden agenda.”

“Maybe not. I still got my eyes on his ass.”

“On his ass?” She asks, screwing her lips up afterwards at his glare.

“Alaina, please.”

She walks toward the stairs with her hands up.

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Knocking on the baby blue door, the pair wait as the distant footsteps become clearer. The doorknob turns and the door swings open, revealing an overly excited Tyler.

Pulling them both into her warm embrace, they laugh and welcome her with open arms.

"I'm so glad you guys made it!" She kisses their cheeks and pulls them into the dining room, where everyone is already seated.

"We wouldn't have missed it, boo."

Stevie greets Tia and Tasha with a hug, and gives Tyler's parents a sweet smile, before sitting down next to Roderick.

"It's nice to see y'all, again," Rod nods at Tyler's cousins and glances in her parents direction, "it's nice to meet you."

"You too, son."

"Alright, so everyone is here," Tyler sits down next Stevie and clears her throat. "I'm gonna say grace."

Stevie's neck almost breaks as she looks in Tyler's direction, meeting the grin on her face.

"I told you! I'm doing better."

Tucking her bottom lip in, Stevie rubs Tyler's leg.

"I'm proud of you."

"Thanks, Stevie."

After praying over the bodies that occupy the emerald kitchen chairs and the delicious food in the center of the table, everybody starts to pile their plates.

"Tasha, I'm so glad that you're doing better. I think Tyler would've died if something else were to go wrong." Tyler's mom breaks the comfortable silence.

"That was a poor choice of words, but I'm glad, too. Being hooked up to a machine to keep me alive wasn't as fun as it looks," Tasha jokes, earning a couple of light laughs.

"Well, you look great!" Stevie adds.

"With all things considered, I really appreciate that, Stevie. It's been a challenge."

"I couldn't imagine."

"Oh, Rod," Tia points between her and Tasha, "Tasha and I wanted to apologize about hitting on you, the first time we met. It was harmless, but it was also very disrespectful to Stevie."

"I appreciate it." He smiles and returns to his food.

"I gave him the rundown, before we got here." Stevie laughs.

"We're bettering ourselves, we promise." Tasha assures.

"Well, that must be the theme in this household, yeah?" Tyler's father asks.

"All for different reasons, yes. Is that a problem?" Tyler asks, her tone a little more harsh than normal.

"Would it even matter, Lin?" Her mom butts in. Tyler rolls her eyes.

"What is that supposed to mean? People can't change?"

"Oh, people can. I just don't believe that you're gonna stick with this little act."

"Act?!," Tyler sits her fork down and glares at her mother from across the table. Boy, if looks could kill.

"You think all of this is an act? Who am I putting on a show for, huh? You two?" She points her long jade acrylic nail at her stuffy parents.

"That's just how I see it. You've done this.... cry for help, nonsense, a thousand times, Tyler. When is it gonna be over?" Her mom shakes her head. Stevie rolls her eyes, knowing that the night is basically ruined.

"Now, wait a minute.," she starts. "We all know Tyler can fly off the handles, but I've never seen her be so committed to being a better person, then right now. You don't have to agree or even support it, but we're not gonna bash her."

"Excuse me?" Her father asks. "Just, who do you think you are?"

"Last time I checked, I was a grown woman.”

“Alright! Let's cut it. You two,” Tia points to Tyler's parents, “can get out of my house.”

"You respect your elders, young lady."

"I'll respect them, if they respect me."

"Nothing is ever good enough for y'all." Tyler pushes her chair away from the table, and heads into the kitchen, her parents right behind her.

"What is your problem?! You love showing your ass in front of company. We can't have one nice dinner, without you putting your two cents, where it doesn't belong!" Tyler spats.

"Showing my ass?, you'd better relax, Tyler. I'm still your mother—"

"Oh, please! Don't pull that card, right now. You've never been a mom to me. That's why I'm in this mess now."

"Don't talk to your mother like that!" Her father's voice booms throughout the house, stilling everyone in the dining area.

"And, you. You're no better! It would've been great, had y'all never had me." The words cut through Stevie's chest, sending her straight for the kitchen.

"Tyler, don't say things like that." Stevie's soft voice makes the tears fall from Tyler's eyes.

"It's true." She rolls her neck and stares up at the ceiling as the tears cascade down the sides of her face, before staring at her parents with an intense fire in her brown orbs.

"I would've never gotten beat. Cussed at. Told that I was worthless. You know how many times, I wanted to kill myself over your fucking words?! I wouldn't have made it past eleven." Bumping past them, she heads upstairs, leaving an upset Stevie with her parents.

"Well, I hope you two are happy." She turns on her heels and heads upstairs in search of Tyler.

The sound of sobbing and the light peeking from underneath the bathroom, concludes her search. Instead of opening the door, she sits down on the hardwood floor, laying her head on the wall.

"Tyler, I am so sorry. They shouldn't have come, because tonight was great. You put all of this together and I'm super proud of you. I know it probably doesn't mean much, but I see the change in you. It's so evident. Don't let them tear you down.... please."

"It's hard.... when, that's what they're known for. They've always done that to me. It's nothing new." Her voice comes out strained.

"That's not right, Ty."

"You're telling me." The door opens and Tyler holds her hand out, pulling Stevie up from the floor.

"Come'ere." Stevie pulls her into a hug. "Again, I'm really sorry. You don't deserve that shit."

"Yeah, I know. It's not your fault, though. Quit apologizing."

"Stevie, you mind if I talk to Tyler for a minute?" Rod stands by the stairs with his hands in his pockets.

Pulling away from a much needed hug, the pair turn in his direction. "Of course not."

The trio head back downstairs, Stevie heading back into the dining room, and Tyler and Rod heading into the backyard.

"What's up?" She sits on the wooden swinging chair, beginning to swing her feet. Rod sits down, beside her.

"What happened back there, with your parents... I'm all too familiar with. I never got it from both sides, but I know what it feels like to be constantly torn down by someone that's supposed to be there for you. That shit is ugly."

"Yeah, it is."

"I used to think about takin' myself outta here, a few times." Tyler's eyes widen, causing him to chuckle.

"Really?, why?"

"Cause, shit was rough. I used to blame myself for everything. I convinced myself that my dad left because of me, mama was depressed ‘cause of it, which didn't make anything better, so I thought if I took myself out of the equation, things would be better."

"So, what stopped you?"

"My mom. I might've been like seventeen, at the time. I swallowed a handful of painkillers and passed out. Woke up in the hospital with an IV in my arm. I thought that my life was the scariest thing I had ever seen, but nothing compared to that look on her face as she watched me wake up.," he shakes his head." Said she beat the mess out of my chest, even after the ambulance got there. She threatened to kill me if I died on her."

"Sounds like a mom. A good one, anyway." She chews on her lip. "I'm glad you had somebody to save you."

"Ty, you've got people to save you, too! Stevie would burn the world down for you. I hope you know that I'm here for you, too. I did get my hands dirty for the two of you." He nudges her, making her laugh.

"I'm serious, though. You mean a lot to Stevie and your annoying ass has grown on me. I got love for you, kid."

"You have such a way with words. It's no wonder Stevie's in love.," she playfully rolls her eyes as he laughs. "Nah, but in all seriousness, I appreciate it. Believe it or not, I haven't had many friends to stick around."

"Well, you've always got a friend in me. I see that you're trying to change and it's really dope. Just don't become a stick in the mud."

"Like my parents, right?" She raises an eyebrow.

"I'm sure you won't take offense, but they're some very... intense, people."

"They're the absolute worst." She laughs, shaking her head. "I'm definitely gonna look into a therapist, cause they kill me."

"I don't know if you're joking or not, but I've got a good therapist if you're interested. She's helped me out a lot."

"You go to therapy, too?"

"Yup. I'm just as screwed up as anybody else, out here. Stevie got me into the idea."

"You know, she really loves you. Like, really loves you. I've never seen her this happy."

"Well, I've never been this happy, either." A smile spreads across his lips, making Tyler crack up.

"Ugh, you two make me sick!"

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"Are you sure you're okay?" Stevie asks, tossing her keys onto the counter.

Rod had been unusually quiet, on the way home, causing Stevie to worry.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He sits on a stool at the counter, running his hand down his face. Stevie sits down in front of him, rubbing his knee.

"Talk to me."

"I don't know, I'm just in a funk, right now," his eyes focus on the ground.

“In the midst of me talking about some dark shit in my past, I guess I got put back into that place."

"You wanna talk about it?" She softly grabs his chin, lifting his gaze up to her own.

He softens.

"When I was seventeen, I was really depressed. I blamed myself for everything that happened between my parents, even though ma always told me that it had nothing to do with me— I knew that. I waited til she went to work, one day, and took a handful of painkillers." Stevie's breath hitches.

“I just knew I was dead.... I remember waking up in the hospital and the look on her face was the scariest thing I had ever seen."

“Oh, baby.” She frowns and squeezes his hands. “I'm so sorry you went through that.”

"Is that what you and Tyler were talking about?"

"Yeah. When I heard her talking about how it would be better if she wasn't here, it made me think about that. I never want anybody to feel that shit."

"Oh, baby... why didn't you tell me?"

"It was something that I wanted to forget about. But, I think it helped, talking about it. We both know that Tyler can't afford any setbacks."

"This is true. She's been doing so good and I couldn't be prouder." Stevie gives a soft smile.

"Are you mad at me?" He asks.

"For what?"

"For not telling you, first."

"No, of course not! I don't care about small things, like that. As long as I'm still in the loop, I'm good," she kisses him, melting his tension. "I love you. I'm so grateful that you're here."

His emotions get the best of him as he pulls her into a hug, not even caring to fight off his salty tears.

"I love you."

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"Are you gonna go down and see them?" Tyler asks Stevie, dipping her fry in ketchup.

The pair decided to do a mall-date to get each other out of the house, especially with everything that went down, over the weekend.

"I don't know... I've been thinking about it. I miss them, I really do."

"What's stopping you, besides the obvious?"

"The obvious," she laughs. "I just know when I see the house, everything is gonna come rushing back— I don't know if I can handle it."

"You won't know, until you go."

"Ugh! You sound like Rod." Tyler laughs and throws her balled up straw paper at her.

"Speaking of your sweet ass boyfriend, I think I'm gonna start therapy soon." Stevie's eyes widened.

"What? That's amazing!"

"I'm a little nervous, but I think it'll help me."

"I think it will, too! I'm so proud of you." Tyler's ears perk up at that last sentence.

"You've been saying that a lot, lately. You're that proud of me?"

"Of course, I am! You're really sticking to this, which can be very hard, especially with everything that's been thrown at you. I knew you could do it."

"You know.... I've never heard those words— from anybody." A tear slides down her face. "Never."

"People fucking suck, Ty. Fuck them. I'll tell you a thousand times, because you deserve it. If nobody else has your back, you know me, and Rod do."

"I love you guys."

"We love you, too!"

"And, can I just say, that you two would have the prettiest kids!" Tyler giggles as Stevie covers her face.

"If I had a dollar for each time I hear that, I'd be financially stable enough to have a child."

"Auntie Tyler is ready, when you are!"

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"I'm scared." Stevie dries her tears for the tenth time, this morning.

"Come'ere." Rod pulls Stevie into his arms and rubs her back.

Today was the day. Her and Rod are flying to California to see her family— most importantly, her grandfather.

"I'm not ready," she sobs, "I don't think I'll ever be."

"There's never a right time for these kinds of things, babe. You either go for it or miss the opportunity.," he pulls away and rubs her shoulders, "plus, you're not alone. I'm going with you. I'm your shoulder to cry on."

"What did I do to have somebody like you, in my life?"

He smiles, leaning down to kiss her tears away.

"I ask myself that question, every day. Now, we've got a flight to catch."

Waking up in the rented, black Audi A4, Stevie stares out the window at the incredible view. It was currently eleven o'clock in the morning, and the pink and orange sky greeted the duo with its warmth.

The streets of San Jose are actually quite busy around this time, keeping them a little hemmed up in traffic.

Moving her right hand, she jumps as Rod disconnects his own hand from hers. "Sorry. You wanted me to hold it, so you could sleep."

Moving her hair away from her face, she slides her hand back into his. "This didn't mess you up, while you're driving?"

He shakes his head, keeping his eyes on the road as they steadily move down the street. "I let go when absolutely necessary. You sleep good?"

"I did."

"That's all I'm concerned about." Her heart flutters as she squeezes his hand.

"You're so sweet." Coming to a red light, he looks in her direction and puckers his lips, sighing in satisfaction as she gives him a couple sweet kisses.

"So are those lips."

She playfully rolls her eyes. "You hungry?"

"Starving."

"There's a sandwich shop, down the street. You wanna stop, there?"

"Sure."

The light changes and the traffic temporarily lifts, allowing him to cruise down the street and into the parking lot, where the bright blue and white building sits.

"Lee's sandwich shop.," Stevie reads. "Your boss own this place, too?" She jokes.

"Yeah, right? i gotta ask 'em when we get back."

The pair hop out of the car and head inside, greeted by a white woman in a black collared shirt, with Amanda emblazoned on the left corner, above the shirt's pocket.

"Welcome to Lee's. How can I help you?" Her chipper tone wakes Stevie all the way up.

"Thanks, give us a second. It's our first time being here." Rod says, grabbing the menu off the counter.

"Sure! Take your time."

The pair move to the side and skim over the menu. "They have breakfast sandwiches. I see one with bacon and cheese and then there's a ham and cheese one. I don't think you'd eat anything else."

"Eh... you're right."

"You want the bacon and cheese?" He asks, already knowing the answer.

"You know me, so well.," she giggles. "You're gonna order the steak one, aren't you?"

"I want it, but I don't wanna walk in somebody else's house with hot ass breath." She laughs.

"We can grab you some gum, babe. Get your sandwich." He chuckles, before heading back to the counter to order their food.

"Let me pay for it," she places a twenty in his hand, "I'll even drive, the rest of the way, there."

He looks down at her. "You can pay for it, but you're not driving."

"Why not?"

"Because your nerves are bad. I don't need you clamming up as soon as you see the street, they live on."

She huffs but can't argue because he's right.

"Fine."

Sitting inside of the car, with the windows rolled down, Stevie sits crisscrossed in the passenger seat, biting into the rest of her sandwich.

"How you feelin'?" Rod asks, his eyes rake over her face. Her bruises is barely noticeable, anymore.

"I'm okay, I guess."

"How long has it been?"

"It's been a good, three years. I guess, that feels like twenty to them. It's just a lot of shit that I walked away from, ya know? I didn't know I'd have to come back and face it, so soon."

"I understand." He nods, taking a swig of his soda.

"I'm glad you came with me.," her soft smile tugs at his heart.

"There was no way I was gonna let you go through this alone. That's what I'm here for."

"I can't wait for them to meet you."

"You think they'll like me?"

"They're gonna love you. Also, they speak a lot of spanish, so if you start to get dizzy, let me know.”

“Noted,” he nods with a laugh.

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Pulling up to the olive green, Victorian-style home, Rod parks in the driveway and cuts the car off, sliding his hand into Stevie's, ceasing her trembling.

"I'm right here, okay?" She nods, tugging on her black turtleneck. Hopping out, he rounds the car and opens the door, helping her out.

The winter breeze whips against her face as she exits. Rod chuckles, tucking her hair behind her ear to get it out of her face.

"I look crazy, now!," she pouts.

"No, you don't. You look beautiful." He links their fingers together and leads the way, up the stone-paved walkway.

"Are you ready?"

"No. But, I'm here now. Ring the doorbell, before I make a run for it." She half-jokes, sucking her teeth as he quickly buzzes the white, old-fashioned button.

"I'm not taking any chances. You want your family's first impression of me, to be me tackling you in their yard?"

"You'd tackle me?"

"Without a second thought." He winks at her.

She rolls her eyes, quickly feeling them roll out of her head and onto the sidewalk as her cousin, Mateo, opens the door.

"Well....look what the cat dragged in." His smug grin makes Rod tighten his grip on Stevie's hand.

"Look what the dog shit out," she pushes past him and heads through the foyer, sighing as the memories come flooding back to her.

"Who is this," he points to Rod, who raises his brows, "it's supposed to be a family gathering, Alaina. You can't bring outsiders in here."

"Outsiders?" She whips her head around, letting go of Rod altogether.

"I just got here, don't make me fuck you up."

"Guess your nerves are gone, huh?" Rod asks with a smirk on his face, still sizing her cousin up.

"You know, there's always that one cousin, who just makes sure to sink their teeth in. This is Mateo, he's two years younger than me and he makes sure to show it. Perra, this is my boyfriend, Roderick. Be nice or I'll have your head on a stick, before I leave."

Holding his hands up, he chuckles. "My apologies, dear cousin. It's nice to meet you, man."

"You too."

"Where's everybody?"

"They're in here." Mateo leads them to the living room and clears his throat, ceasing everybody's overlapping conversations.

As if she was the celebrity they'd been waiting on, they come trampling over to her. Rod steps back and watches them smother her in kisses and hugs, while she tries to keep up.

"It's been so long!"

"You look so good!"

"She's a spitting image of her mother, I told you!"

"I knew she was coming! Someone owes me ten!"

"Y'all bet on me coming?" Stevie questions, placing her hand on her hip.

"No. We bet on you not coming." Her cousin, Jade, clarifies.

"Wow, have some faith in me, Jesus."

"We're so glad you're here, Stevie. Don't listen to these fools." Aunt Rina assures, moving her kids aside.

"Yeah, you two never know when to quit." Their older brother, Derrick, speaks up. They immediately give him dirty looks.

"It was your idea, cabrón!" Jade smacks him over the head, even though he's a foot taller than her.

"Anyway, who's you're friend?" She asks, pointing to Rod, whose hands are shoved in his pockets– a nervous tick he'd recently developed.

"This is my boyfriend, Roderick,” she moves beside him and fondly places a hand on his chest. "Roderick, this isn't even half of my obnoxious family on my mom's side. This is my aunt Rina, my cousins Jade and Derrick and my uncle Don."

"It's a pleasure to meet y'all."

"Pleasure's ours, baby." Aunt Rina pinches his cheek, making it turn a crimson shade.

"Are you blushing?" Stevie whispers, peeking up at him. He cuts his eye at her.

"Don't do me, right now."

"Can I do you, later?"

His raised brow makes her giggle and walk away, knowing his eyes are lingering on her backside.

"While your boyfriend drools," aunt Rina throws him a glance that makes him straighten up, "come talk to your abuelo."

"I'll be back. Don't interrogate him too much!" She warns, before she's pulled down the hallway and into the den.

"Dad.. you have a visitor." The chestnut hued, seventy-something, six foot four man peers over his reading glasses and softly gasps, pushing up from the green recliner to head over to the pair.

"Stevie," his warm hands grab her soft face.

"Abuelo." She places her hands over his, feeling her tears start to blur her vision.

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"Bones" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: Steve has to make Reader a makeshift splint, kissing ensues, their secret relationship ends up being not so secret. y'all know the drill 🤪

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader (no use of Y/N, no use of pronouns but they are referred to as Dustin's sister)

Word Count: 1,582

Content Warning: explicit language, Y/N and Steve do be injured, mentions of the Russians, sexual references and humor, a short make out scene, lmk if i missed anything!

Genre: Fluff? Hurt/Comfort? idrk

Extra Notes: none that i can think of!

Based On the Prompt: "911, What's Your Emergency?" - makeshift splint (from 2022 Whumptober Prompts)

Originally Written: 10/02/2022

Beta Read By: @writer-in-theory

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"Now, this is gonna sting a little," Steve warned in a whisper.

I winced as the cold water hit my wound, taking shallow breaths as I attempted to not pass out from the pain.

"I'm sorry, baby," he whispered, leaning over and kissing my forehead. "Gotta make sure it gets clean, though."

I groaned as he patted my skin dry, leaning back against the bathroom mirror. "Fucking hell," were the only words I managed to say.

Steve stayed silent too, focusing on the task at hand. I noticed the way his tongue slightly shot out between his lips as he concentrated on fitting the cardboard perfectly around my newly sprained wrist.

My hand moved to his head, lightly playing with his now extremely messy ringlets. "Thank you," I said softly, my lips pressing into a thin smile.

"Of course," he replied casually, most of his focus now being placed on cutting off the excess gauze. Thank God for the first-aid kit Robin kept in the Scoops' break room. "I can't believe those damn Russians tried to break these pretty little hands of yours."

"Steve," I scolded sarcastically, "now is not the time to be horny."

This was the first time I'd ever made him laugh so hard he snorted. "Well, I hate to tell you this, but if you're in the room there's like a 95% chance I'm gonna be horny," he joked back.

I rolled my eyes, a chuckle threatening to fall from my lips.

My eyes wandered to my new "accessory," making me nearly wince again as I remembered I'd have to do that all over again if, or when, we finally got a chance to visit the emergency room.

Steve's hand moved to the back of his neck, awkwardly scratching there. "Sorry it looks bad. I know it's not the prettiest splint in the world. I kinda had to work with what I could find," he apologized. "I hope the boss doesn't kill me for using the box our delivery of sprinkles came in yesterday."

A soft expression came over my face as I watched the bashful boy in front of me. My stomach did a loop-de-loop every time we found ourselves alone like this. Just the two of us; no Robin, no kids, and specifically no Dustin, considering how hard it was sometimes to hide this relationship from my younger brother.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" he asked, his hand moving to play with my hair.

"Nothing," I answered. "Just thinking about how nice it is to finally be alone with you."

His mouth formed into a smirk, his eyebrows raising. "It is nice, isn't it?" he replied, a hint of suggestion in his words.

"Even if you do look like shit right now," I pointed out.

His mouth fell agape in disbelief. "You take that back!"

My lips scrunched teasingly. "It's true, though. I thought you looked bad last year after your tussle with Billy. I think the Russians might've permanently damaged those previously beautiful brown eyes of yours."

He playfully shoved my undamaged arm, his offended expression now being overtaken by a bubbly smile. "Bitch," he laughed, his hands landing on either side of my legs.

"Asshole," I giggled as his lips brushed against mine.

I loved all of Steve's kisses, but the playful and giddy ones were always my favorites. The feeling of his lips tangling with mine as we attempted to stop ourselves from laughing, his chuckles rumbling lightly against my mouth.

His breaths were warm against my face as he attempted to deepen the kiss, his tongue brushing against my lips for probably less than a second, but still long enough for me to notice.

I attempted to say his name in a scolding manner, but it sounded more like a moan as it fell from my mouth. My hand flew up to his neck, originally going there to pull him away from me, but quickly getting distracted by the curls on his neck.

Eventually, the words "What the fuck?" broke us from our sensual trance.

I felt like my eyes would bug out of my head as I processed the voice who said it. I wracked my brain in an attempt to find words, some way to explain myself, something to make this look way worse than it already did.

What did I land on? "Uuuuuuuhh."

Steve stayed facing me, the expression on his face reading, "Maybe if we don't address it, he'll go away."

My face contorted into an expression that replied, "I highly doubt it, but here's hoping."

After an awkward moment of silence and the three of us avoiding eye contact, he spoke again. "Really, Steve? My sister?"

Steve held his hands up in surrender, finally turning to face Dustin. "Hey, it was a two-person effort!"

A thwack! could be heard as the back of my hand slapped across his chest.

Dustin continued to stare at the two of us in disbelief, like he was searching for his own words. His arms folded tightly in front of his chest as he looked at the floor, still wracking his mind for a verbal response.

Just then, the door slammed open, revealing Erica and Robin, who quickly picked up on what was happening.

"Holy shit," Robin muttered, her mouth falling agape. "You finally did it, dingus."

Steve threw the extra roll of gauze at her head, perfectly hitting her forehead. "Can it, Buckley."

"I'm confused," Erica spoke up. "Was this supposed to be a secret?"

Dustin turned to face the girl, an offended look coming over him. "You knew?!"

"It doesn't take a rocket scientist to see that these two are clearly doing things behind your back," she sassed, her arms crossing over her chest.

"No one is doing anything behind anyone's back!" I defended, knowing what she was implying.

Dustin turned to face me, his eyebrows raised. "Then what do you call making out in the mall bathroom?!"

My eyes fell away from him, watching as my feet swung awkwardly. "I, uh… I guess that would be considered doing things behind your back…" my voice trailed off.

The room stayed silent for a couple beats, no one wanting to be the first to speak back up. Awkward eye contact was occasionally exchanged, almost as a way of saying, "No, you go first."

Eventually, Dustin exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Erica, cover your ears."

"What?! I'm ten, I can-"

"Cover your damn ears!"

I was surprised her eyes didn't roll into the back of their sockets as she stuck her fingers in her ears, mockingly sticking her tongue out at Dustin.

His face turned to one of exasperation as he said, "Just as long as you two aren't boning when I'm in the house." He then followed that up with, "Better yet, just don't bone at our house at all."

I hid my face in Steve’s shoulder to hide my embarrassment, remembering my experience of losing my virginity (thank God Dustin had been away at camp when it happened). "Gross, dude," I said, being slightly muffled by the fabric of Steve's uniform.

"I don't know, bones are kinda fun and interesting," Steve added. "You know, I wanted to be an archeologist when I was little."

I shoved him away, somewhere between seriously and playfully. "You are not helping here."

He pouted, the sadness in his eyes seeming almost believable. "You're really gonna deprive little Stevie of his childhood dream?"

My eyes rolled almost as much as Erica's had earlier. "I may have a broken arm but I can still fuck up the other side of your face."

He chuckled, leaning forward and leaving a kiss on my forehead out of sheer habit.

"Blegh!" Dutin nearly heaved. I didn't even know he made that sound, to be honest. "Just… hurry up in here."

And with that, he exited the bathroom with Erica following behind him, Robin at the back of their line.

"Have fun, lover boy!" she teased, the door shutting tightly behind her.

Steve giggled as I lay my head across his chest in both embarrassment and relief that they'd finally left the room.

"Seriously, why is the population of Hawkins like thirty-two people at best and why are they all in our friend group?" I commented, wrapping my good arm around his midsection, pulling him closer.

He let out a chuckle, kissing my hairline. "Maybe we need new friends. Ones that aren't concerned with the locations we bone in."

I leaned back, rolling my eyes once more. "OK, if I hear the word 'bone' one more time today, I will chop whoever says it into a million pieces and feed their bones to that stray dog that lives down the street from the Wheelers."

Steve's face turned bright red, like he would've never expected me to say something like that. "Little extreme, don't you think, babe?"

I let out an amused huff, my eyes fluttering up to look at his. "Your eye looks terrible, Stevie."

"Eh," he said, "at least I don't have any broken bones."

His face turned bright red as he processed his sentence. "Oh, shit. That didn't count, did it?"

My face turned to one of mischief, my mouth scrunching. He knew what that look meant.

"Shit, shit, shit!" he repeated, running toward the door.

I hopped up from the counter, a toothy smile forming on my face. My fingers wriggled as I ran toward him, warning him of his punishment. "I'll get you, Harrington!"

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