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As a former resident of Sewickley for 6 years….can confirm the roads are TRASH

thank you pittsburgh pot holes for the flat tire 🙏🏻🙏🏻 I absolutely wanted to spend my entire morning sitting in a parking lot, watching the middle schoolers at sewickley academy play flag football while I waited for the AAA guy 

[hockeybabe87]

Escapism

Topper Thornton x Reader

Summary: Your brother always stayed up with you whenever you couldn’t sleep and nothing has changed now that his best friend is the reason for your late nights.

warnings: Dub-Con, stepcest, cheating, toxic relationship, semi-public sex, jealousy, secret relationship, side of Rafe x reader, lots of playing in Rafe's face, kook!reader, non canon ages

➥ banner by @vase-of-lilies | ➥ divider by @firefly-graphics

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You were a shitty girlfriend.

Perhaps, in some ways, you were being too harsh on yourself because it wasn’t like Rafe would ever win boyfriend of the year. The blond came with a plethora of issues that could only be fixed with therapy—something you probably wouldn’t even be able to pay him to do—and he chose to handle every single one with one horrible coping mechanism after the next. When it was all said and done though, you really only had yourself to blame.

It wasn’t like you were a stranger to the man before you started dating him.

You knew Rafe well—you’d grown up with him—so was it really his fault that you chose to ignore every single thing you knew about him in the hopes that he would mature and change? Was it his fault that you forgave him time and time again with the hopes that he could still change? Was he the asshole for being him or were you the asshole for going into this with the expectation he’d be something he wasn’t?

“Come on,” Topper would say to you in the dead of night. “You and I both know what he’s like—what he’s always been like.”

It was usually after he’d listen to you cry over Rafe and whatever girl he’d kissed or whatever awful thing he’d said to you, pupils blown and alcohol on his breath. He’d pull you to sit back, hands rubbing over your arms in an attempt to calm you down. It was always well into the night when you both should’ve been asleep, but per your routine as of late, you’d be waiting up for Rafe to call or text or walk through the door.

Anything to let you know he wasn’t passed out drunk in a ditch somewhere.

“Rafe can take care of himself just fine.”

Or some variation of that would reach your ears, and you’d press your hands to your face in exhaustion. You’d never miss the bitterness—borderline malice—in Topper’s voice as he said something like that. You knew it wasn’t directed at you, but more so your relationship with the other blond as a whole and his frustration with it. Topper never wanted you to date Rafe, and you knew he took no pleasure in watching Rafe prove him right.

Rafe may have been his best friend…

…but you were ten and Topper was twelve when his mother married your father. He’d been protective of you since day one, having been an only child before that, and you knew that he hated having to let you make your own choices and mistakes with the guy you’d both once called a friend. If you and Rafe came out of this relationship intact, you doubted you’d ever call him ‘friend’ again.

He’d hurt you too much for that.

You weren’t a bad girlfriend for thinking such thoughts. Nor were you a bad girlfriend for trying to break up with him on several occasions, something Rafe would always talk you out of with promises of remorse and change. You didn’t even think you were a bad girlfriend for venting about your frustration and hurt to his best friend—your stepbrother.

You were a shitty girlfriend for allowing something to continue that should’ve ended years ago.

Fed up with talking about Rafe and how badly he’d hurt your feelings earlier in the day, Topper had pressed his lips to yours, effectively shutting you up with a kiss. A kiss that you returned, shoulders sagging and a weight lifting off of your chest as his arms circled around your waist. Rafe had called you a nag hours before, subsequently telling you he wouldn’t be staying over before hanging up without another word.

It had hurt you, but you were sure Topper was just relieved to have you all to himself.

Or at the very least, wouldn’t be tempted to fuck you anyway—Rafe under the same roof be damned.

You both were quiet in the dark living room—your parents asleep upstairs—and the longer you kissed him, the more you just wanted to forget about Rafe. The t-shirt you wore was bunching up under the blonde’s hands, and you gasped when his mouth trailed down to your neck. You could feel how much he wanted you, and any other night you would’ve loved to drag this out, but much like Topper…

You just wanted to feel him inside of you.

You never wore any underwear to bed, both for convenience and just because. It was something Topper had come to appreciate, and when you helped him pull his shorts down, cock springing free, you couldn’t slide down the couch fast enough. He hooked one hand under your thigh, helping you and dragging you closer, the other squeezing his cock with long strokes.

He rubbed the tip of himself against you a few times, coating the head in your essence, unsurprised at how wet and ready for him you already were. The feel made you bite the inside of your cheek, lifting your hips in an attempt to get him to sink into you even if just a little. You didn’t miss the soft chuckle that rang through the air.

“I’m sorry,” he huskily told you, pushing into you with one slow thrust. “Is that better?”

You hated his mocking tone, but not as much as you loved the feel of him stretching you out. You clawed at him, pulling him closer, sighing into his mouth when he finally kissed you again. The movements of his hips were slow, too afraid to do too much and make too much noise. The pace was enough to make your head spin and was definitely enough to make you squirm beneath him. When you started lifting your hips to meet him halfway, he groaned into the kiss.

Rafe was the furthest thing from your mind.

Sliding your hands up Topper’s frame, you threaded your fingers through his hair, nails lightly dragging along his scalp. By the way he shuddered against you, you knew that he liked that. Every snap of his hips into yours had you swallowing down every noise that threatened to escape. His cock stroked your walls in a way that made you squeeze your eyes shut.

Shifting, you felt his hand slide down to rest on the inside of your thigh, pushing it and spreading it until your leg hung off of the couch. At that, you did gasp, a choaked sound escaping your lips before you snapped them shut. His free hand was beside your head now, forearm resting on the couch cushion. You both were quiet, but your soft labored breathing could still be heard if you listened hard enough.

When you softly moaned his name, he shushed you.

“I want…” you fought to catch your breath enough to speak. “I want you to come inside of me.”

You felt another shiver travel up his spine, head falling into the crook of your neck at that. You knew he wasn’t close, but you felt like making that known. It wasn’t something you both made a habit of, but you loved the feel of Topper spilling into you, cock twitching as he coated your walls in his release. When you pushed against his hand, he got the hint, and you circled his waist with your legs, ankles hooking at the small of his back.

Topper took his time fucking you.

He often did, feeling no need to rush or no fear that you’d get caught. You didn’t know if he was just that confident in how quickly you could pull yourselves together or that it simply wouldn’t happen. Some part of you wondered if maybe he just didn’t care. You knew that couldn’t be true for several reasons, the most pressing being your boyfriend.

It was funny.

Rafe had probably cheated on you more times than you actually knew of, but the minute some other guy looked at you for even just a second too long, he was gearing up for a fight. You didn’t know if he was performative or just that skilled at compartmentalization, but you hated it. What good did it do for him to act so noble and possessive when way too many people knew how much he’d embarrassed you over the past six months?

You didn’t doubt that he’d try to kill Topper in some coked out rage if he ever knew.

Topper’s hand was cupping your breast under your shirt as he pressed kisses to your neck and jaw. He was whispering in your ear, telling you how good you felt and how wet you were, and how much he wanted to feel you coming around him. He knew what to say to send you over the edge, and at the first sound, he covered your mouth in another kiss to swallow your moans.

You squeezed him tight, walls clenching as he fucked you through your climax, cock plunging into your soaking cunt as he chased his own. His thrusts grew sloppy, and they weren’t as languid, and his blond strands kissed your forehead as they grew messy and awkward with sweat. Your legs had long fallen around him, and you pressed your hand against his lower back.

When he came, he buried his face into where your neck and shoulder met, groaning into the skin. You shuddered at the feel of him spilling into you, still clenching around him as remnants of your orgasm finally started to dissipate. His breathing was heavy against your skin before pulling back just enough to touch his forehead to yours.

You could only hear your efforts to catch your breath.

“I love you. You know that, right?”

You nodded, positive he could feel the action against his forehead. You fingered the top of his shorts, and you bit your lip. You didn’t say it back often—something you still had trouble accepting and admitting—but you told him enough so that he’d never doubt it.

“Can I stay in your room tonight?” you quietly asked him. “Rafe probably won’t come over until after noon…if he comes over, at all.”

You tried not to let your voice shrink at the thought, but Topper caught it anyway. Pulling out of you and sitting up, he grabbed your arm and pulled you with him. Righting himself, he pulled you to your feet, his other hand pushing his hair away from his face.

“You know you never have to ask,” he told you.

His hands were comfortably on your waist as he followed behind you, guiding you upstairs.

“What…? You got a problem or something?”

You knew it was coming when you were the only one who wasn’t laughing, unamused as he recounted his tale of how he’d cornered Pope. You’d never known the other guy to get into any trouble or bother anyone, and while you knew there would never be anything you could do about whatever petty rivalry your brother and your boyfriend and their friends involved themselves in, Pope just seemed like low hanging fruit.

He wasn’t even the type to fight back.

“I just don’t find it funny,” was all you said, squinting under the harsh rays of the sun. “You know Pope’s not even like that. I might’ve laughed if it were JJ or…I don’t know…someone who would actually put up a fight.”

Rafe’s entire demeanor clouded over at that, and you were prepared for whatever was about to come out of his mouth when Topper spoke.

“Rafe,” the other blond warned. “Chill.”

He seemed to anticipate Rafe’s ire just as much as you did, and Rafe paused, glancing at his best friend before huffing. He leaned back in his chair, eyeing you with that cold blue gaze of his. The sun shone off of his dirty blond strands, the tresses curtained along his forehead, and you watched him bring his hand up to rest against his lips before finally settling on a better response than what you both knew you almost got.

“So, what are you trying to say?”

Choosing to end this fight before it even began, you sighed, looking away.

“I’m not saying anything, Rafe. You can do whatever you want,” you murmured. “You always do.”

He heard that loud and clear, and the laugh he let out wasn’t humorous in the slightest. You heard him roughly get up from his seat, chair scraping against the wooden floor. You watched him snatch his glass off the table, mumbling something about needing a refill but not before making a comment to Topper that was solely intended for you.

“Get your sister, Top,” your boyfriend drawled, making you cross your arms over your chest.

You could feel the man in question’s eyes on you, and you avoided his gaze.

“Sometimes I swear you like fighting with him just as much as he does you.”

At that, you scoffed, looking at him in disbelief.

“I didn’t laugh because he beat up Pope Heyward…and that was apparently a problem,” you pointed out to which Topper merely shrugged, unable to disagree. “I apologize for not finding it funny.”

“Babe,” he softly said, reaching out and touching your arm. “He’s a Pogue, and you know how Rafe is.”

His excuse for Rafe’s behavior only made you roll your eyes, and you heard him sigh as you reached for your stuff. He said your name, trying to get you to sit back down, but you were only more determined to leave once you caught sight of Kelce walking up the steps to the restaurant too. Dealing with all three of them at once was enough to give you a coronary.

“Where are you going?”

You didn’t answer Rafe as you passed him on his way back to the table, ignoring Kelce too when he said hey to you. You hated to take it out on him when he didn’t actually do anything this time, but you knew his mindset was just as bad as Rafe’s, and so you figured it was preemptively deserved. You didn’t need to be a genius to know that Rafe was going to talk shit about you the second you were out of sight.

It was one of those days where you really felt emboldened to finally break up with him for good. Rafe hadn’t been good to you nor right for you since the beginning, and you knew that if Topper was a lesser person, he would’ve said ‘I told you so’ a million times by now. You were grateful that he didn’t make you feel worse for being naïve enough to ever believe in Rafe Cameron.

Although, some part of you wondered if having you crawl into his bed night after night was satisfaction enough.

It was hours later when he was softly apologizing for both his and Rafe’s behavior, fingers digging into your waist as you pushed yourself down onto him. Rafe had long fallen asleep, his light snores easing your worry as you’d snuck out of your room. Topper was awake—as you’d hoped—and it was true that you’d only intended to talk. Rafe’s attitude hadn’t been much better when you finally reunited again, something you were sure Topper had overheard.

“You really want to talk about Rafe, right now?” he’d whispered, hand sliding along your thigh.

“Topper,” you’d quietly hissed in warning. “Not…tonight. He’s…”

You didn’t need to finish that sentence, feeling no need to as you gestured towards his door. The blond had fixed you with a look that made your stomach flip, a hint of a smirk dancing along his pink lips as he held your gaze.

“That’s never stopped us before.”

You’d swallowed at that, feeling unsure, but that was a feeling that had never stopped the other man before either. The first time he’d ever kissed you, you’d felt unsure, but Topper hadn’t cared, holding you to him and fingering you on the back deck while his mother threw some grand party downstairs. You still remembered the way you came around his fingers, an admission of insecurities somehow leading to your first ever sexual experience—and with your own stepbrother no less.

“Topper,” you’d quietly warned when he brushed his lips against yours. “Rafe…”

“Do…not…talk about him, right now,” he’d slowly said, fingers grazing along your folds just as slow.

Despite your hand against his shoulder, he’d laid you down, lips finding the skin just under your jaw.

“He’s the last thing I want to talk about, right now.”

…and he’d meant it, curving his fingers into you while pressing open mouthed kisses to your jaw and throat and collarbone. Any protest you had was swallowed down and quickly forgotten at the slick feeling between your legs, Topper’s fingers sinking into your cunt with ease. Your own twisted into the fabric of his shirt, hips lifted towards his hand, fighting to swallow down a whimper each time his thumb circled your clit.

“Fuck,” he’d cursed into your skin. “I love how wet you get for me.”

It wasn’t long after that that he was hurrying to get inside of you, shirts and shorts discarded as he pulled you on top of him. When you sank down onto him, he’d sighed, throwing his head back and lifting his hips. With your hands on his stomach, you’d lifted yourself until the tip of his cock just barely remained inside of you before sliding back down.

You gently bounced on top of him, hyper aware of who was just in the other room. You could tell that Topper wasn’t a huge fan, feeling that you had to pick one between being on top and being gentle, but it couldn’t be both. When his hands slid up your frame, they rested on the sides of your neck before pulling you down. Your eyes fell closed when you kissed him, and you gasped into his mouth when he lifted his hips, driving himself up into you.

You mentally cursed, realizing you’d been tricked.

With his hands quickly sliding down to snake around your waist, Topper wasted no time in lifting his hips to push his cock up into you. The force of his thrusts had you squeezing him in more ways than one, lips parted and eyes tight as he roughly fucked himself up into you. His bed shook under his movements, and you couldn’t stop yourself from whining into his mouth, the sound of him sinking into you reaching your ears.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he hummed, one hand coming up to rest on your cheek.

When his bed knocked into the wall, he halted his movements, using the moment to both catch his breath and listen. Your own heart stuttered, digging your nails into his chest because you’d literally told Topper so. Once Rafe was knocked out, it was usually pretty hard to wake him up, but it would be just your luck that this night of all nights he’d be a light sleeper.

You really didn’t want to imagine the chaos if he left your room in search of you only to find his best friend balls deep inside of you.

When no worrying sounds reached your ears, Topper took that as a sign to continue, knees bent as he thrust up into you again. You could tell he was close by the way his cock twitched inside of you, and something nagged in the back of your mind about that. When you attempted to pull yourself off of him, he held you tighter.

“Topper,” you gasped, a warning in your tone. “Don’t-.”

Your words were abruptly swallowed when he rolled you both, pinning you beneath him and jerking his hips into yours. The rough and fast pace had you momentarily forgetting your train of thought, weakly pushing against his stomach. You both knew why you didn’t want him to finish inside of you, but he didn’t seem to care about Rafe possibly sinking into you in the early hours of the morning with his best friend’s cum dried along your folds.

You yelped when you came, a roaring sound in your ears as you felt him do the same, filling you up with a grunt. His hips didn’t stop snapping against yours the entire time, fucking you through it and fucking his cum into you. He had you completely caged beneath him, and all you could do was quietly milk his cock, toes curling as you scratched at his back.

When clarity finally hit, the fog lifting, you roughly pushed him away. You didn’t miss his quiet chuckle, and you didn’t spare him a glance as you reached for your oversized t-shirt—his t-shirt.

“You’re such an asshole,” you mumbled, pulling it over your head and slapping his hand away when he reached down to slide his fingers between your sticky folds.

You didn’t spare Topper another glance before hurrying out of his room.

You kept your eyes on Rafe as he flew down the road, the loud music making his truck almost vibrate. He was ignoring you, preoccupied with his conversation with Kelce who was in the passenger seat. It was funny because the only one with a right to be mad was you, recalling the fight you’d had on the beach not even an hour ago.

“She was all over you, and you just stood there and let it happen,” you’d yelled at him, feeling humiliated for the umpteenth time.

“I barely remember what that girl even looks like,” was his reply, pupils blown. “It was nothing, baby.”

You had slapped his hand away when he reached for you, unmoved by the way his countenance darkened. The sounds of the party just down the beach only served to remind you how you felt when you walked up on him with his hand on some girl’s waist, her lips trailing kisses along his neck. You could tell she was drunk, and instead of pushing her away, Rafe just entertained it.

Your eyes had only met for half a second before you were turning away.

You didn’t even know why he chased you down the beach, and that was what you’d told him.

“You’re not sorry…you don’t feel bad, and you know what? You’ll probably do worse two weeks from now, so why are you even here?”

You’d shrugged at him, certain your confusion was evident on your face.

“Look, it was nothing,” he’d spat at you. “Once again, you’re making a big deal out of nothing.”

That had actually made you laugh, tears kissing your eyes.

“If you caught me cozying up to any guy with half the effort that she was with you…you would lose your shit, and you know it,” you’d sneered, watching his jaw tick. “I would love to see the look on your face if I fucked someone else.”

He’d gotten in your face, his finger almost touching your eye.

“I was barely touching her-.”

“That wasn’t the case three months ago,” you threw in his face. “…and I can only imagine what I don’t know about.”

Rafe’s nostrils had flared, and for a split second, you swore you saw some shame pass through his blue gaze. It was gone just as quickly as it came though, anger replacing it instead.

“You wouldn’t dare, you wouldn’t fucking dare,” he bit out, invading your personal space. “I said I was sorry, and you said you forgave me, so don’t think you can use that as an excuse to go fuck some asshole who clearly doesn’t value his life.”

His words had only made you angrier, and you had to bite your tongue to keep your face even, recalling the feel of Topper’s cock inside of you just thirty minutes before Rafe came to pick you both up. You and your boyfriend had stared each other down for a few moments more before he spoke again.

“I’d love to see you do that,” he finally said, shrugging. “I would love to see you try when you can’t even stick to staying broken up with me.”

His words had the desired effect, and you’d felt your face fall.

“Now, you’re trying to convince me you’d ever have the nerve to cheat on me?” he’d wondered, fingers grazing his own chest. “Don’t make me laugh.”

He’d left you with a scoff, and you hadn’t been able to stop your tears from spilling over. All you’d ever tried to do was routinely look for and believe in the best in Rafe, and you couldn’t believe that he threw that in your face like some insult. Maybe it was an insult though…because how many times were you going to let him show you exactly who he was? How many times were you going to let him play in your face?

The day after you’d confronted him about sleeping with some girl—only privy to the information because of none other than Topper—you’d cried yourself to sleep. It was always little things before that, but that incident was what broke you, allowing Topper to slip into your room and wrap his arms around you. It was reminiscent of a time where he used to sneak into your room almost every night, your parents none the wiser to what went on underneath their roof. You’d been eighteen then, Topper twenty, and you both mutually agreed to putting a stop to it.

However, that night, his mind had clearly gone to the same place yours had.

When he kissed you, you’d pulled him closer, and two years after you ended your forbidden dalliance, you resumed it again. For a few hours, you’d forgotten all about Rafe and what he did and just basked in the feel of Topper pushing his cock into you, embarrassingly turned on because of how much you’d missed him. You hadn’t paid any mind to the countless phone calls and texts that were blowing up your phone, no one else but Rafe and his vain attempts to fix what he did.

The day you forgave him, you knew you were making a huge mistake.

Rafe throwing the grace you’d shown him in your face had you stomping to his truck. You’d ignored the feel of eyes on you, knowing it wasn’t Rafe, opting to slide in the backseat without acknowledging him. Kelce—ever the standup guy—just pretended not to notice the tension between you and his friend as he slid into the passenger seat. The moment Rafe’s truck was on the road—music blaring through the vehicle—you’d grabbed Topper’s hand.

He didn’t protest at all when you dragged it across your thigh, pushing his fingers between your legs.

…and that was how you found yourself watching Rafe, keeping your eyes on him not because you actually wanted to, but because you didn’t need him looking over his shoulder. Even if he did, it was dark, but still, you weren’t exactly emotionless as Topper slid his fingers in and out of you. Your lips were parted, and your chest was heaving, and even though all that could really be heard was whatever rap song Rafe put on, you were still pulling your lip between your teeth.

You reached out to grip the door handle when Topper added another finger, his hand soaked in you, and you reached down to place your own hand on top of his. You spread your legs a little more, and you couldn’t stop yourself from lifting your hips a bit. You were thankful for the music, certain that if the truck were quieter, they’d be able to hear the wet sounds of his fingers pushing between your folds.

He pulled them in and out of you for the duration of the ride, just slowly stroking you and teasing you. Every time you started to tighten around his fingers, he’d stop, just letting them sit there long enough for you to come down from a high that quite never happened. Like clockwork, he’d start moving his fingers again, and he only fully pulled them out of you—underwear snapping back into place—when Rafe pulled into his driveway.

He'd sucked them clean by the time Rafe and Kelce opened their doors, and when your boyfriend saw that neither of you were moving, he paused. You crossed your arms over your chest when he glanced at you, throwing him a frown.

“I need to talk to Y/N for a minute,” Topper told him, and Rafe only scoffed.

“Please do,” he mockingly said, tone full of arrogance as he wrongly assumed what the conversation would be about. “…because I didn’t do shit, and I’m tired of your sister blowing things out of proportion.”

That last part was aimed at you, and you only coolly met your boyfriend’s gaze before he slammed the door shut.

“He’s such an asshole,” you mumbled, staring at his back as he walked away. “I’m breaking up with him. For good this time.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

Topper’s tone was dripping with sarcasm, and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Yeah, we both know how much you’ll hate having me all to yourself again.”

The words were barely out of your mouth before you turned towards him, reaching to slip your hand down his pants the moment Rafe was inside of his house. Wrapping your fingers around Topper’s cock, you slowly stroked him, uncaring as to how risky that was. You were just angrier than you ever were at the realization that Rafe didn’t appreciate how gracious you’d been, and how many other girls would’ve dumped him months ago for everything he’d pulled. In fact, you wouldn’t be surprised if Rafe respected you less for it.

That realization didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would…because you’d long stopped respecting him in return.

You moved to settle in Topper’s lap, facing away from him as he lifted his hips enough to only just pull his pants down. One hand was pulling at your panties, yanking them aside just in time for you to sink down onto his cock. You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning as he filled you up, throbbing inside of your heat. It was almost too easy, courtesy of his fingers and how wet he’d made you.

You lifted yourself slightly, moving over him and hanging onto the headrest of the driver’s seat while Topper lifted his hips too. His grunts and labored pants were a little loud, but that was only because you were alone. Rafe nor Kelce was going to hear anything from all the way out here in a closed vehicle. You clung to the seat harder as you thought about Rafe’s haughty tone and that challenging look in his blue eyes, so certain that you’d never do to him what he did to you.

So certain that you’d never have the guts.

Speaking of, it felt like you could feel Topper deep in your stomach as you rode him. His hands were tight on your waist as he bounced you on top of him, cheeks grazing his thighs with every movement. One of those hands slid around you, reaching under your dress and resting on you, fingers rubbing over your cunt.

“You’re doing so good, babe,” he whispered in the otherwise quiet truck. “Just like that.”

You knew that this couldn’t take long—and Topper knew it too—and feeling you come around him always sent him over the edge, so your eyes rolled when he started circling and dragging his fingers across your clit. He lightly pinched it, making you jerk, and the fact that you were fucking him in Rafe’s own backseat had you coming hard.

The broken moans that tumbled out of your mouth should have embarrassed you, but you were too concerned with sliding yourself up and down his cock, squeezing him tight and making him come too. Topper wrapped an arm around your neck, pulling you back against him as you came together. Knowing that you’d stayed out here long enough, he was gently pushing you off of him the second he started to soften.

You could feel him dripping out of you, and you hurried to put your underwear back in place.

“Did you talk some sense into her?” was the first thing Rafe greeted you with the moment you both made it back inside.

You ignored him, hearing the tone of Topper’s voice as he said Rafe’s name. You knew that it would just be another useless talk of him almost begging Rafe to do better. The older blond never listened to his friend though, and you knew it didn’t twist Topper up too much, always happy to make you feel better when your boyfriend fucked up.

He took advantage of it every time.

Like now, for example.

Your hands clung to the railing of the back porch, head bowed as Topper drove into you from behind. Rafe was asleep in his own room—Kelce asleep in a guest room—and you couldn’t help yourself. You needed him again, sneaking into his designated guest room and begging him to fuck you. He was never one to protest, pressing his lips to yours and pulling you against him while murmuring something along the lines of ‘not in here’.

There were too many people in the Cameron household for him to touch you on the same floor as everyone else.

You kept pushing yourself to your tippy toes, thighs squeezing together with every slow stroke of his cock. Rafe’s t-shirt was pushed up your back, and the light slap of skin against skin reached your ears as well as the wet sound every time he slid between your folds. When he leaned over you, chest pressed to your back, one arm curled around your waist.

“You love this,” he murmured, nipping at your ear. “You love fucking me right under his nose…especially when he really pisses you off.”

If you’d tried to deny it, the way you tightened around him would’ve exposed the truth anyway. You did. Rafe underestimated you, and you loved proving him wrong, especially with his best friend of all people. You moaned, pushing back against him at that. Topper only chuckled, twisting a hand at your roots and pushing you back down over the railing again.

After coming around him twice, the insides of your thighs were embarrassingly sticky, and when Topper eventually stilled against you, pumping you full of his cum, that only made your predicament worse. When he pulled out of you, you reached down to wipe away some of the mess, fighting to catch your breath and reminding yourself that you’d have to make a stop to the bathroom before rejoining Rafe.

Topper was silent the entire ride home, and unlike with Rafe, you had no one but yourself to blame in this situation. Whenever you happened to glance over, you’d catch sight of his clenched jaw, cold blue eyes—so much like Rafe’s—focused on the road. His knuckles were white from the strain of his skin pulled taut over them, a death grip on the wheel of his jeep.

You didn’t speak because there wasn’t much you could say.

So fed up with Rafe’s blatant disrespect—and the pitying looks the odd girl threw you at the party as he danced with some stranger—you hadn’t thought of who else you’d be hurting when you grabbed the nearest guy and pressed your lips to his. You were so far gone with the alcohol, and the satisfaction you’d felt only drove you to close your eyes at the feel of his lips moving against yours.

It had also caused you to momentarily forget about your boyfriend, a misstep that was quickly remedied when you found yourself covered in alcohol.

Several of his friends—Kelce included—had been struggling to hold Rafe back as he tried to make his way to you. His angry shouts could be heard over the music, and you suspected that the bloodthirsty glint in his blue eyes was what drove your poor unsuspecting victim to slip away. Watching him get further out of reach only drove Rafe crazy…until his angry gaze landed on you, as if just remembering your presence.

He was screaming at you, calling you every name in the book, and you’d taken a step back as his friends struggled to keep him from getting to you. Only one stood off to the side, and when you remembered Topper’s presence, you hadn’t been able to keep the sheepish look off of your face. Adopting the older brother role, he’d quickly stomped towards you, yanking your arm as he pulled you along and away from your enraged boyfriend.

“I think its time you call it a night,” he’d evenly said.

That was the last thing he’d said to you, holding you as you stumbled to his car.

When his phone rang again, cutting through the silence in the vehicle, he finally answered it.

“Rafe, she’s drunk,” Topper told him the minute he picked it up. “…and you can’t act like you didn’t have this coming a little.”

You shifted in your seat, thinking to yourself that you’d gotten back at Rafe many times over. You didn’t hear what your boyfriend—possibly ex-boyfriend—said on the other line, but it was loud, and you could pick up on his tone. Topper chuckled to himself, and if you hadn’t been looking at his face, you might’ve thought it was genuine. His frustration with both Rafe and you—mostly you at the moment—was all over his face.

“There’s a whole list of shit you’ve done while drunk or high. You can talk to her tomorrow,” he told his best friend, meeting your gaze. “I’m handling it, so if you come over, I’m telling you now I’m not answering the door.”

You looked out the window at that, swallowing at the venom in both his voice and his gaze.

Your parents weren’t home, out of town for the weekend, and you were never more grateful, certain you’d never been this drunk in your life. Topper was still ignoring you as he helped you inside, and when you stumbled away from him, leaning against the table by the entrance, you gave him an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled.

Before you could do it, he was dropping to his knees, angrily taking off your shoes. You flinched at the way he threw them across the room, slowly rising and staring you down. The house was quiet—too quiet for comfort—and you licked your lips.

“Topper-.”

“It’s already bad enough seeing you kiss him and be with him and fuck him,” he spat at you, pointing outside. “Even worse when he treats you like shit, and you just won’t leave.”

You frowned at him, tears kissing your eyes.

“I’m…sorry for just hoping he’ll do better…”

“He won’t!”

Topper’s voice bounced off of the walls, and you shrunk away from him as he got in your face.

“How many times does he have to show you that? Why do you still expect better from him, so much so to the point where you’re kissing random guys, now?” he wondered, rearing back away from you with a frown. “Yeah, you wanted to make Rafe angry, but we both know the truth.”

You looked away, pressing your lips together when Topper stepped closer. You could feel his breath on your cheek as he exhaled through his nose, the atmosphere tense.

“Rafe’s mad because you dared to play his own game,” he slowly whispered. “I love you, and we both know it’s me you’re really with, not him, and I’m fucking pissed.”

You swallowed with one look into his eyes, finally finding the strength to face him, and your heart skipped a beat at what you saw there.

Before you could say another word, his lips were on yours, fingers digging into your arms. The sequence of events happened too fast for your drunk brain to catch up with, only gasping when he reached down to press his hand into the small of your back, yanking you closer. If it wasn’t for him holding you, you would’ve tripped over your own feet as he forced you into the living room.

Topper’s teeth nipped at your throat while he pulled at your dress, something Rafe had bought.

“I fucking hate this dress,” he quietly confessed as if reading your mind.

The sound of tearing fabric reached your ears as he forced you to bend back, his arm around you keeping you from collapsing. He kept you against him as he laid you down on the floor, in a hurry to get you at least half naked. His other hand reached behind his head to yank off his shirt, and you only had the sense to hold onto his arms while he kissed along your chest. When his pants were pushed down just enough, he pushed into you with a grunt.

You scratched at his skin at the rough entry, but it took no time for each thrust to become as smooth as they always were whenever he got his hands on you. One of your hands clawed at the rug, and you moaned—loud—when he gripped the hair at the nape of your neck. You suspected that Top had done a line or two tonight, gasping at his uncharacteristically tight grip.

He was fucking you so good that you almost missed the sound of a vehicle in the yard. When you did, your eyes flew open, and you attempted to look around towards the window. You guys were too close to the couch to see over it, and when you whined, pushing against him, Topper only grabbed your hands and pinned them down beside your head.

“Topper, I think…”

You couldn’t get it out, groaning as he curved his hips against yours.

“Fuck him,” he breathed, pounding into you.

The harsh knocks on the door didn’t faze him, and Topper only let one of your hands go to reach down and reach under your thigh. He rested that leg over his shoulder, pushing it towards you as his nose brushed yours, lips parted as he thrust into you. You were dripping around him, teeth sinking into your lip as Rafe knocked on the door again, trying the locked handle. Somewhere, you could hear your phone vibrating…and then Topper’s after a while.

The man on top of you didn’t care, stretching you out, pushing his cock into your tight hole.

“Break up with him, or don’t,” he whispered to you, pressing a kiss to your lips and then your nose. “…but what you pulled tonight is not happening again.”

You drunkenly nodded at him, mewling as he slowed down his thrusts, the sucking sound of his cock plunging into you reaching your ears. You heard your phone vibrate again.

“You know where to find me when he pisses you off.”

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sent to save me | sidney crosby x OC masterlist

Sidney Crosby has only truly loved two things: Hockey and Annie Wright. He lost both eight years ago. But when Annie reappears in his life with a surprise can Sidney rise to the challenge of being a father? And can Annie learn to trust him again?

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The best

here's everything i published in the month of OCTOBER.

˗ˏˋ main masterlist ˎˊ˗

★ THE ONE (18+) 

pairing — fwb!ANDREI SVECHNIKOV x reader wc — 8k synopsis — the reader is andrei's favorite girl, but she isn't his only. for awhile, the arrangement was comfortable. he'd show up whenever he was in town, they'd fuck, and then he'd leave. rinse and repeat. so how will andrei react when their routine comes to a screeching halt?

★ CLANDESTINE (18+) 

pairing — dbf!SIDNEY CROSBY x reader wc — 4.5k synopsis — when sidney catches the owner’s daughter hooking up with a rookie during a swanky event, he feels compelled to save an old friend some embarrassment. reminding showing her what a real man can do is just a bonus.

— INAUGURAL SLUMBER PARTY  tags: #oct 23 // #lights camera action

★ sharing is caring deets series masterlist

★ thoughts/feelings re: kinktober

★ lucky charm hidden object teaser game

★ re-visiting cameo and the remaster series masterlist

— 1989 (GRACE'S VERSION) tags: #1989 (grace's version) // #1989 (GV)

★ TRACK ONE — OUT OF THE WOODS (quinn hughes) the crush verse masterlist

★ TRACK TWO — THIS LOVE (erik johnson) the nanny verse masterlist

★ TRACK THREE — I KNOW PLACES (sidney crosby) the sugar sugar verse masterlist

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SOUR

— “GROWING PAIN AND A SURPRISING DISCOVERY”

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pairings: past!jj maybank x pogue!reader, future!rafe cameron x pogue!reader

summary: jj hurt you so badly and rafe was the only one there to pick up the pieces and put you back together.

warnings: mean jj & kiara (i love them i swear it’s only for the plot), insecure reader, kinda fanon rafe, fighting, ANGST, slight fluff, messy breakups, lmk if i missed anything!!

a/n: this series is inspired by olivia rodrigo’s album sour but i’m not 100% sure this is how many parts there will be, it might change up so keep that in mind!! i recommend listening to the whole album while reading even if the lyrics don’t match the part, and updates are gonna be slow because i love procrastinating 😭 (photo is for aesthetic purposes only, your overall appearance, race & ethnicity is never stated.) comment to be added to the sour taglist <3

ALBUM

JJ HEADCANONS

ONE — 1 STEP FORWARD, 3 STEPS BACK

TWO — FAVORITE CRIME

THREE — ENOUGH FOR YOU

FOUR — TRAITOR

FIVE — GOOD 4 YOU

SIX — DRIVERS LICENSE

SEVEN — DEJA VU

EIGHT — BRUTAL

NINE — HAPPIER

TEN — HOPE UR OK

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best - mat barzal

summary: you treated him like shit but he still stuck around. you fucked it up and mat deserves so much better than you. you never were the best to him.

a/n: so this is set during mat's second year in the nhl. it's a fic based on the song best by gracie abrams and it's the first fic for my good riddance fic series. i strongly recommend listening to the song before or during reading but you don't have to. i'm very happy with how this turned out and i hope yall like it 🫶

pairing: mat barzal x gn!reader

warnings: swearing and very angsty

good riddance fic series

It was exactly like you to go and fuck it all up. To get bored and not want to try anymore. To just stop putting in the effort. You stopped caring enough to put any work into your relationship with Mat Barzal and because of that you lost the best person in my life.

You and Mat started dating in your senior year of highschool and it was fun. But that’s all it was to you. You never wanted more. You couldn’t see your relationship going past highschool, but Mat did. 

You both graduated and he was moving away from Seattle, where he had been playing for the Thunderbirds, to New York. He made the big leagues and you were really  proud of him. But then he asked you to come with him. You didn’t want to break his heart right before all his dreams were coming true and you just didn’t know how to tell someone who was fucking asking you to move into a whole other city with them no. So you said yes.

You and Mat made it 2 years in New York before everything imploded. 

And that’s not to say that during those 2 years you both were always happy. Actually it was kinda far from it. You were constantly grating on each other's nerves and you began to resent him. Afterall he was the only reason you were in this dumb city you didn’t want to be in anyways. But Mat, the amazing person he is, was always trying to fix everything. To make sure you were happy. That’s all he ever wanted for you.

You stayed because it was comfortable and that’s probably why Mat stayed too.You didn’t have to try. Mat loved you so much that he ignored the fact you were hurting him so much. And by the end you knew you were hurting him too. You just didn’t know what to do about it.

The night that everything went up in flames had been in the making for awhile. For the past 2 weeks before that you and Mat had constantly been at each other's throats. Making passive aggressive remarks, not speaking much but still just trying not to push it too far that it teeters over the edge.

That night Mat walks into the house from a late game. He’s already agitated because the game went horribly. Well at least according to twitter. You didn’t actually watch the game cause you couldn’t care less.

“Hey y/n. Did you watch the game?”

You look up and, “Nope, I don’t really care,” Is all you respond with, going back to reading the book on your lap. After a few seconds you realize Mat is still standing in the same spot just looking at you. He looks…incredulos.

“Are you kidding? You don’t care? I care and that should be enough to make you care. I’m your fucking boyfriend, y/n. All I ever try and do is make you happy but you never fucking try at all. I’m constantly there for you. I’m the best to you. You treat me like shit but the second you need me I'm there. You shut yourself off from people and the world and I still try to stay. I want to be a part of your life so bad. I want to be more to you than just some guy to you, because to me you are everything. Or you were. I don’t know anymore. ”

You sit there baffled, not knowing what to say. You sit in silence cause you aren’t ready to admit that you know he’s right. You’ve never treated Mat the way he deserves. He’s always loved you in this all consuming way and it was never more than a strong liking for you. You’ve grown to resent him for something that isn’t his fault, it’s yours. It’s not right to keep fucking with him, to keep playing with his feelings. You need to be a grown adult and leave something that isn’t right. If you stay you’ll keep hurting him, and in turn hurting yourself.

Taking a deep breath, you draw your gaze Mat. The amazing person who has never done anything but give you unconditional love, while you hurt him over and over again. 

“Mat, we both know what needs to happen now.”

That night no other words were exchanged between you two. You started packing up and Mat went to stay at a teammates house. It was always gonna end like this. You knew it but still stuck around. You knew you would never say yes and marry him but you never left. You let him hope and you fucked with his feelings. Even you can’t make sense of why you did that.

You fell into a deep sleep that night. Your body was worn through and even though there were a hundred different thoughts spinning in your head you still couldn’t stop the exhaustion from seeping in.

You woke up the next morning disoriented. Last night your whole world had shifted on its axis. You’re sad that what was between you and Mat was over but you had never truly loved him so it didn’t hurt nearly as much as you know it hurt Mat. Whoever Mat chooses in the end is going to be really lucky. It just won’t be you. It wasn’t right.

You grab your phone from your night stand and check your notifications. One makes you pause. Mat unfollowed you on instagram last night. You’re in shock for a minute. It hurt. It made everything feel final and you guessed it was. Mat was ready to be rid of you and that was fair. He needed to move on in his life. Find his forever people, but it didn’t mean him unfollowing you hurt any less.

Everything came crashing down after that. It really hit you. Mat wasn’t gonna be a part of your life anymore. For the last 2 years you had been so caught up in your resentment towards Mat, you had never once thought about his. At some point he had probably started to hate you for how you treated him and that was completely valid. He was the worst of your crimes. You had never treated anyone the way you’ve treated him the last couple of years.

You open your messages glad to see that Mat hasn’t yet blocked your number. You text him a simple I’m sorry. You aren’t trying to get back with him. You don’t love him and that’s just a fact that will never change. You just want him to know that you genuinely feel terrible about what you did. You would tell him in person but you don’t think he wants to see you. You respect that. If he had just spent 2 years leading you on, you never would want to see him again.

You shower and get ready for the day, feeling numb. It’s funny, cause even though you didn’t love him you’re hurting. You feel guilty and you just lost someone who regardless of how you feel about, you cared for. That much was true. You did care for Mat. Maybe more than he would ever know.

It’s been 20 minutes and when you check back on your phone, you see that Mat’s read your text. He didn’t respond but you never thought he would. You send him another text saying you’ll be moved out in a day. He just replies okay. 

You feel a little lonely without Mat around the next few days. You move out of his apartment without seeing him and you’re temporarily crashing at a friends. There’s a little hole in your chest that used to be filled up by Mat. You might not have loved him but his companionship was nice.

You haven’t thought about much the last few days, other than how you treated your ex-boyfriend the last few years.You mostly just feel a lot of regret. He was so good to you and you just weren’t. You hurt him beyond measure and you’ll never forgive yourself for that. It was never your intention. You’ll be okay but it might take awhile. You aren’t struggling to get over Mat. You’re struggling to get over what you did to him. You never were the best to him and that is what hurts you the most.

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Meant To Be- Ch.1

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WC:2K

Things are at an all time high when the New Jersey Devils make the playoffs for the first time in a long time. In a season full of changes comes the biggest one and the one that Jack immediately notices. He does his best to keep cool and stay away but it all proves to be hard once he sees meets a certain little someone

(here's chapter of a fic I've had in my drafts for a little too long lol, I truly hope you let me know what you think ! And remember this a reverse age gap single mom fic !)

The season was incredible; for the first time in a long time, the New Jersey Devils were on a roll, and no one was more ecstatic than Jack Hughes. He knew the previous season had been a complete fluke for him, but this season? This season was his, and he was going to do whatever it took to finish the season on a high note.

He walked into practice like any other day and greeted everyone as usual, but what he didn't expect to see was a little girl sitting in the middle of the locker room. 

"Hey," he said, smiling as he bent down, "What are you doing here sweetheart ?"

"Just waitin'," she shrugged, "But I like this room, it's cool."

As he sat down next to her, Jack chuckled, "You here with someone today?"

"Yeah," the little girl nodded "but I got bored and left."

He couldn't help but laugh as he looked at her; she couldn't have been more than four years old. "I think we should go find your daddy"

"Mommy," she said, standing up, "I'm here with my mommy....wait, what's your name?" her brow furrowed

"I was about to ask you the same question," he said as he stood next to her, "I'm Jack, what's yours?"

"Daisy," she replied proudly  “I love your name” Jack grinned

“It’s a pretty flower” she blushed a bit 

“Come on” he offered his hand “Let’s go find your mommy” "She's gonna work here," Lily said as she took his hand in hers and walked with him.

"Oh?" he asked, confused. "As what?"

"I dunno," she shrugged, skipping along, "but it's boring."

Jack laughed as he approached an office and came to a halt when he saw coach Ruff and team general manager Tom Fitzgerald emerge from an office with a woman he didn't recognize. 

"Mommy !" Daisy let go of his hand and hugged her legs. 

"Oh.." Jack muttered. 

"I'm glad you're here, Jack. I'd like you to meet my assistant, Scarlett Jones," Fitzgerald smiled.

Jack parted his lips to speak, but instead settled for a simple grin and reached his hand over "It's nice to meet you, I'm Jack...Jack Hughes"

He couldn't take his eyes off her; she was stunning. Her eyes held him spellbound for a while, but when she smiled and reached over to shake his hand, he felt his heart skip a beat.

"I'm Scarlett, and please forgive my daughter here," she blushed. "She was told to sit in a chair for 10 minutes. I apologize if she disrupted you or any of the other players."

"Nothing happened," Jack said quickly, shaking his head, "She was totally cool. I didn't mind in the least."

"Well, have a nice day," Scarlett said as she took Daisy's hand in hers and grinned

"Bye bye Jack !" Daisy waved

"See you around, Daze," Jack said, smiling. "And....see you around, too." he looked at Scarlett 

He waited until they were gone and then returned to the locker room, the look on his face saying it all as some of the guys turned around and gave him bashful looks, all except Nico.

"You leave her alone," he advised.

"Oh, come on. It's innocent, she's got a cute kid," Jack chuckled.

"She is a mother and works for the team. Most importantly, she works for Fitzgerald, which is a big no," Nico said.

"Is she single ? She's a total milf," Dawson said.

"Hey....no," Jack responded while shaking his head, "Don't say that."

"Her kid's like 5, so she's got to be at least 30," he responded 

"It doesn't matter," Nico said again, "she's off limits," looking directly at Jack. 

"You knew about her?" Nico was questioned by Jack

"Yeah," he nodded, "I was told last week that there'd be a new assistant around, she's not going to work directly with us or anything, but we'll see her at games."

"Oh," Jack replied, "that's cool."

"Before you ask, no, she isn't married, and she doesn't have a boyfriend. But stay away," Nico sighed, "I only say that because you and I both know Fitzgerald and coach Ruff."

"Fine, but I gotta know, how old is she?" Jack said quietly.

"30," Nico replied, "and her daughter Daisy is four; they just moved here from California, I believe. I was told she's a temporary."

"What exactly does that mean?" Jack inquired. 

"She's a seasonal hire," Nico explained, "and she'll be here for the rest of the season and the summer."

"Oh damn," Jack declared, "that sucks."

"Now let's get down to business. Today's practice will be long."

Jack finished getting ready and went on the ice; when it came to being on the ice, nothing else mattered. It was his time to do what he loved best with the people who meant the most to him. After a rocky start to his career, he was finally at ease with himself as a player, and he craved a playoff appearance above all else.

By the time practice ended it was later in the afternoon and rather than order out again he settled for cooking at home. By no means was he a chef but he knew how to use an oven, or so he thought

It was only a mere 20 minutes later when he smelled smoke and jumped up from the couch once he heard the smoke alarm in his apartment go off

"Fuck!" he cursed as he took out his tray of flaming burnt chicken breasts and tossed it on his stove, putting it out with a nearby towel. 

He opened his windows and then his apartment door to let the smell out before it became unbearable and covered his mouth

“Do you mind ? Some of us would like to not smell burning food ?” “Scarlett ?” Jack turned around as he recognized her voice “Jack ?” she answered back Feeling even more embarrassed than before he let out a nervous laugh and leaned against his doorway “Aw man, this isn’t good” “You almost burned down our floor” Scarlett chuckled as she walked towards him “Everything alright ?” “Chicken in the oven gone very very wrong” Jack admits “I accidentally put 550 degrees for 20 minutes  instead of 450 degrees, apparently that’s too high for an oven to handle with aluminum foil” Scarlett covered her mouth to stop herself from laughing “I’m sorry it’s just….wow” “Laugh all you want” Jack chuckled “It's what I get for trusting myself to cook when I don’t even know how my stove works” “I know this might be a bit weird but would you like to come over for dinner ? I always have leftovers” “Uh yeah” Jack answered a little too quickly “If that’s cool with you of course, is Daze with you ?” “Daze ?” Scarlett asked confused “I mean Daisy” he said with a grin “She with you ?”

“She’s in her room, she was telling me we should call the fire department actually” she chuckled “Consider me in for dinner then” Jack grinned

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Scarlett knew she was taking a risk, she knew the ins and outs of her contract and that she technically wasn’t doing anything wrong but for some reason it still felt weird. Here she was cooking dinner and here was Jack Hughes, a player for the team she worked for, in her home sitting across from her while playing with Daisy “It’s almost ready, just like 2 more minutes” she nodded “It smells amazing” Jack said impressed “Oh” she laughed softly “Well I like to cook so it’s kind of easy for me”

“My mommy makes the best food” Daisy nodded “She doesn’t burn anything” she looked at him and giggled

“Hey” Jack tickled her shoulder with his finger “That’s not fair, I was trying and that’s what counts”

He grinned at the 4 year old and gently ruffled her hair, he had always liked kids and being around them but there was just something special about Daisy that made him smile. She was probably the cutest little girl he’d ever seen, she looked like she could be a kid model for GAP or one of those popular kid brands

“All ready” Scarlett said bringing him out of his thoughts “Water okay ?”

“Perfect” Jack nodded as he looked down at his plate and shook his head “Legit can’t believe you did this yourself”

“It’s just food” Scarlett chuckled as she cut up Daisy’s chicken “It’s chicken with tortellini and then a side salad”

“This is the best meal I’ve had in a while” Jack said with a mouthful

“Jack” Daisy frowned “Use a napkin and no chewing with your mouth full”

He turned a bright shade of crimson as he realized what he was doing and quickly wiped his mouth as he swallowed his bite “I’m sorry, I promise I have manners” he looked at Scarlett “If my mom were here she’d kill me”

“All good” Scarlett said back with a comforting smile “Little miss over here is just a bit judgmental at times”

The meal went on better than she would have imagined, Daisy was smitten with Jack and vice versa. She could see how he truly paid attention to what she was saying and would answer her questions the best he could and he never seemed annoyed. By the time they finished Daisy had already excused herself to go back to her room to play “Here, I packed you some leftovers. I expect the tupperware back though, its my best set” she joked “Aw man thanks” Jack smiled “I won’t have to get chipotle tomorrow before the game” “No need to thank me” she shrugged “But I gotta add something here and I really don’t wanna seem rude” “I know the rules” Jack nodded “Technically we’re not doing anything wrong though, just thought I’d let you know”

That familiar feeling of when he first saw her earlier in the day came back and he could feel his heart beating against his chest. There was something about her that he couldn’t really explain, he knew her for less than a day and already she was glued into his brain. The fact that she was so close to him made things so much worse “You and I could be friends” he added “There’s nothing wrong with being friends” Scarlett sighed “How old are you Jack ?” “What does that matter ?” he asked back “Please answer my question” she said softly

“I’m 21, I’ll be 22 next month” he replied

“I just turned 30” Scarlett mentioned “A 30 year old woman and a 21 year old-”

“Almost 22” Jack corrected her

“A 30 year old woman and an almost 22 year old don’t have anything in common Jack, nothing” Scarlett shook her head “I work for your organization, you play for them. The fact that I invited you over today was a risk itself”

“I won’t tell anyone, I swear” Jack looked at her She rubbed her arm nervously “Just…..if we see each other, act like you don’t know me okay ? And don’t take it personal if I ignore you either” “What about Daisy ?” he asked “You’re gonna ask me to ignore her too ? That would crush her, I won’t do that to her” “She won’t ever be at games or the facilities again” Scarlett shook her head “She was only there today because her preschool starts tomorrow, and I’m aware your travel schedule for the team is quite chaotic so chances of seeing her or seeing me again is a bit low” Jack crossed his arms and looked at her “What are you hiding ?” “Nothing” Scarlett answered “All I’m trying to do is…..is to protect you” she admits “From who ?” he scoffed “Be for real”

“From yourself” she answered “You are someone who’s young and has the world at his fingertips. You get what you want, whenever you want it. And I’m here telling you, I’m not someone you want. I’m not someone that you wanna add to your list of hookups” “You barely know me” he said simply “You can’t assume such things” “I don’t assume, I know how guys like you are and right now I’m letting you know that it’s a no” Jack nodded and walked out, not because he was mad but more so because she was right. He was immature and had people to do anything he needed and the fact that she had called him out so perfectly pissed him off. He knew the next he saw her, if there was a next time, that he had something to prove

A/N: if you enjoyed this let me know ! Feedback is what helps, and if enough is given I can of course continue the series :)

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Chapter 5

Masterlist to series

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Sidney gives Mia the space she needs while thinking and worrying about her. He hears that she’s okay and goes to find her to apologize and gives her an opportunity she can’t say no to. They get a bit closer and she opens up to him about some of the past bringing them a bit closer together until things go wrong and Mia makes a bold choice

(Sorry about the delays with this chapter, glad to be back 💕. And a big thank you to those who support this story, means the world to me. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think !)

2 Weeks Later

“What’s with the face ?” Kris asked “You’ve been down lately” “Just been thinking” Sidney shrugged in response “Think about Mia Russo ?” Kris looked at him “If so….I am too” "You heard the talks?" Sidney asked, shaking his head.

"I did," Kris said, nodding. "She's so sweet, she didn't deserve it. Cath and the kids were around her once and couldn't stop complimenting her on how nice she was. This isn't right, especially since she's so young. I hope she leaves him."

"I hope so as well." Sidney gave a nod “It’s modern times now, you don’t have to stay with your partner if they’re abusive”

"Cath and I sent her flowers, and we received a thank you text in return. It was brief, but I'm relieved she responded." Kris admits 

"When did you send her the text?" Sidney asked 

"Like three days ago," he responded 

Sidney sipped his water and checked his phone; he had called, left voicemails, and sent countless texts but had never received a response. Granted he deserved it but it still made him worried “You think I should reach out ?” Sidney asked “I mean just….to let her know the team is here for support”

Kris shook his head “Not everyone on the team knows what happened man” he admits “If you wanna reach out, don’t involve the guys. We don’t want news like this getting out to everyone” “They should know Lucas is a piece of shit and he’ll never have a place here” Sidney responded sharply “Ever” “This is her story, this is her life. I only know what happened because she reached out to Cath about some stuff about babies….she’s pregnant” Kris whispered lowly “I think she wanted to know about doctors and stuff in the city, you can’t tell anyone alright ? This is serious stuff and I know she doesn’t want anything out. The guys think Lucas is out for something else, let them think that”

Sidney nodded, something he had been doing almost the entire conversation. He didn’t wanna give too much of a reaction but on the inside he felt like he was about to pass out. This was the confirmation he needed to know that Mia was keeping her baby. He got up and walked out as he drove to her place and knocked on her apartment door “I know you’re in there…it’s me….Sidney” he said softly He waited and waited….and waited until he settled for a seat on the floor and sat down for a bit and before he knew it he had fallen asleep against her door while waiting. When he woke up he knocked again only to see her come out of the elevator with bags in tow “What are you doing here ?” Mia snapped as she put her bags down

“Shit” Sidney muttered as he got up quickly “I came here to see you, to talk to you. I’ve been here for like 3 hours” he admitted “I thought you were in your apartment and just didn’t wanna let me in so I sat down and waited….guess you were out after all” She sighed “Sidney, go home. Leave me alone please” “Not before you let me talk to you” Sidney pleaded “Please” “Listen, whatever you came here for, it's all good. It’s in the past, I wish you well and hope nothing but nice things for you” she said “Now go” “I’m really sorry for what I said to you. You didn’t deserve that and I’ve felt like shit ever since I left here. I was selfish and egotistical and you didn’t need that” “No I didn’t” she said “But it’s done, I think more than anything it hurt that I thought you wanted to be my friend, but instead you got mad because you wanted to sleep with me and thought it’d be easy right ?” “No” Sidney shook his head “Those weren’t my intentions ever, I genuinely like you. I like you as a person Mia, I just….it’s hard to wrap my head around the fact that you-” “That I want to keep my abusive husband's baby ?” she finished for him “Ever heard of my body, my choice ?”

“I respect that” Sidney said “I do” “You know what, right now I need you to go. I won’t repeat myself” Mia said sternly “I can help you” Sidney looked at her “You need to go somewhere safe, I can provide you with that. I have properties, lots of them” Mia turned around and nodded “Continue” “I have properties in lots of places, here in the states and in Canada” Sidney said “My recent one no one knows about is in Montana, it’s on lots of land. No one knows who I am there and it’s safe. I also bought a new house in my hometown in Nova Scotia, it’s more on the lake side and I don’t have any neighbors either. Everything there is safe”

“And what do you want in return ?” Mia asked “You have to want something” “For you to be okay” he answered “That’s what I want” Mia shook her head “No one does things just to be nice Sidney, there’s always a reason behind everything. You are too handsome and successful to make me believe that you’re doing this out of the good of your heart. I’d rather you be honest and upfront” “I just wanna be your friend” Sidney whispered “That’s it, this is what friends do. I’d do this for any one of my friends honestly” “And how many of your friends are female ?” Mia asked softly “Not many” he admitted with a blush “I guess you could say I’m your first then” she offered her hand to him “In case you’re not aware this is the part where you shake my hand and agree with me” Sidney cracked a soft smile and shook it gently as he held onto it for a bit longer, without even realizing it she was doing the same

***************

One Month Later

“So are you like…..sad ?” Mia asked as she sat across Sidney at her dining table “I know playoffs are a huge deal for you guys” Sidney gave a shrug “My heart and mind weren’t in it this year” he admitted “Offseason was a bit stressful and then lots of stuff happened during the season so I guess you can say postseason wasn’t in the cards. It’s okay, there’s other chances” Mia nodded “You’re very nonchalant about this, I’d expect you’d be more upset”

“You realize there’s bigger things in life that matter” he looked at her

She gathered their plates up quickly and went into the kitchen, it wasn’t lost on her that he said those words as he looked directly in her eyes. She looked down at her stomach for a quick second and let out a small sigh, relieved she wasn’t showing yet 

“I can do those” Sidney said as he came up behind her “You could go sit” “I got it” Mia shook her head “You cooked so that means I can wash dishes, it’s the rules” Sidney grinned She chuckled and took a seat on one of the chairs in front of the island “Thanks for that” “I don’t think I’ve ever had a dinner that good in my life” he grinned “It was great, where’d you learn how to cook so well ?” “Not much to do when you’re home alone with service being magically shut off your phone while your husbands on the road. Books were my entertainment, cook books specifically were my guides. I learned to make tons of things, it came in handy” Mia explained “You learn a lot” As he dried dishes, Sidney gave her a sympathetic look; the thought of someone having that much power over her made him sick. He realized there was a reason she cooked so quickly, almost as if she expected him to be upset if she didn't finish on time.  

"Well, you're one of the best cooks I've had food from in a long time, and if I wasn't so full, I'd go for thirds," Sidney said softly. 

"Well, I hope you have room for dessert. I remember you liked peanut butter, so I made you a peanut butter cheesecake," Mia said as she stood up and went to the fridge "You gotta have at least one slice"

"Oh thank you," he said, smiling, "I can't say no to this."

"I'll even join you, I can finally have sweets," Mia said as she served herself a slice and sat next to him.

"Who limits their sweets?" he jokingly asked

"I just didn't want to.....I didn't want to gain weight," she admitted. "No one would want a fat wife."

"Hey," Sidney said, putting his fork down and looking at her, "don't say that."

Mia took a bite and looked him in the eyes, "I'm not like that anymore, not when....when I have to eat for two" she looked away. 

"Whatever he said was his own stupid thoughts, none of it was true. I just hope you realize it eventually," Sidney said.

"I know," Mia nods, "I'm just glad it was only me he hurt. It would hurt to know there's another girl out there who went through what I did"

"How can you still think of the other girls when you were his wife ? How?"  Sidney asked almost desperately "I swear when I see him I'm gonna kill him"

"I always hoped one of them would eventually convince him to leave me," she admitted. "I always hoped that one day he'd come home and tell me we were done and he was going to be with someone else, but instead he'd come home pissed for no reason and take it out on me in some way and then he'd get all overly loving after and I knew he was trying to be remorseful. One time I did punch him in the dick" she nodded "He was out for two games, I felt pretty cool" she chuckled 

Sidney sat quietly, "I....I can't laugh at that." 

"If I can do it after these few years, you can at least try," she said.

"These are some of your worst moments in your life, I don't know how you can joke about them," he said, shaking his head.

"There's nothing else I can do. I've already cried until I passed out, screamed until my voice gave out," Mia said. "The least I can do is try to find a speck of silver lining in a situation that could have ended my life."

"What needs to happen is justice," Sidney stated.

"In the NHL ? Sure thing Sidney" Mia sighed and rolled her eyes. "Listen, forget I brought anything up. It was my attempt at dark humor"

"It's just completely messed up. It's so messed up, and the fact that you're making jokes about it isn't funny or okay," Sidney finally says. "I don't want to laugh when I hear how you fought back," he shook his head, "I don't want the image in my head, I don't want it."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you or make you angry," Mia said quietly. "That was never my intention."

"I want you to heal in a healthy way. I don't want you to keep it in, but I also think you need to see that joking about it isn't okay," Sidney said softly. "I feel like maybe if you’re okay with it, you can see someone ?” "OK," she said, nodding, "I think I can handle that now."

"If you want, I can come with you; it doesn't even have to be in the city," Sidney said. 

"I would be grateful. And once again....I'm sorry," Mia added.

"You don't need to apologize. As your friend, I'm here to tell you....and your baby deserve the world," Sidney said as he debated his next move and just went for it as he reached his hand up and gently caressed her cheek 

"I haven't had one of those in a long time," Mia said quietly.

"What ?" Sidney asked, confused.

"A friend," she replied 

"Don't count yourself out yet, Mia, you still have life to become who you want," Sidney kissed her forehead 

She blushed and nodded, "Can I ask you something?"

"Go for it," he said, grinning. 

"Can I kiss you ? Like....a real kiss?" she asked shly

"Yeah," he accepted, "But before you do that, answer a question for me. Are you kissing me because you want to or because you think you owe me something?"

Mia gulped and remained silent for a moment before exhaling, "Because I feel like I owe you something"

"Then, no, you can't" he backed up gently "If you want to kiss me, it has to be because you want to not because you feel like you have to"

"But-"

"But nothing" Sidney said "I mean it, I'm not trying to get anything here"

She sighed "I do like you"

"And I like you too" he responded "Nothing's changed"

"I take it this is where you leave me alone in my thoughts and you go home ?"

He chuckled "Yeah, but I'll be back tomorrow if that's cool ?"

"Yeah" she grinned

Sidney hugged her goodbye and exited her apartment to go back home. Before getting into his car, he checked his phone one last time and saw a text message from an unknown number. 

You come by her apartment again, you’re done for

“Lucas” Sidney whispered as he got out of his car and went back up to Mia’s and knocked “Hey, where’s your phone ?”

“It’s him isn’t it ?” she murmured “I need to go, I need to get out of here before he gets one of his stupid friends to follow me around”

“I’ll get you a flight in a few hours, you tell me where” Sidney said

“Nova Scotia” she whispered “Your hometown”

“Perfect” Sidney nodded “Come on I’ll help you pack”

She turned to go upstairs but suddenly walked back and hugged him tightly “I’m not scared this time, I’m just nervous. I don’t want him to think he has a right to tell me what I can and can’t do. I don’t want him to know I’m keeping the baby. I don’t want him to know anything” “He won’t” Sidney comforted “I promise he won’t, Nothing’s gonna happen to you or the baby, I promise you” A promise he was going to guarantee her no matter what.

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Epilogue- Part 1

*masterlist to series is pinned post

WC: 2.6K , CW: NSFW (minors DNI)

It’s been such a long long time and I felt like now is the perfect time to conclude this lovely series that started it all for me. Here’s part one with a time jump and a surprise 💕. Hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think

(Also sorry if my master list is giving you a hard time, I need to redo it asap)

12 years later

“Mom, tell him to quit” Patrick whined “Seriously, he’s getting on my nerves and he’s doing it on purpose” “Patrick” Lauren chuckled “It’s a big day love, you’re not my baby anymore” “You’re 12” Sidney messed his hair up “It’s a big deal, we have a 12 year old, let me love on you a bit before you fully despise your mother and I” he chuckled Lauren smiled as she pet Patricks cheek, she couldn’t believe he was 12 now. He was an exact carbon copy of Sidney down to the mannerisms, it seemed like the only part of her he inherited was her attitude “What would you like to do today ?” she asked as they sat down in the living room “Your birthday your choice, anything you say goes for today Pat” “Well….I was kind of hoping maybe today I could go out with my friends…..” he said softly “I’ll be home before dinner I promise and then tomorrow I’ll be home all day, so is it a yes ? Please mom….”

Lauren did her best not to look too taken back and gave him a kiss on the forehead, she knew at some point he’d wanna do his own thing but she never guessed it’d be so soon and it made part of her ache a bit “Of course you can” she grinned “Be home before it gets dark and have your phone on you please so you can call us if you need anything” “Cool, thanks mom” Patrick smiled as he got up and kissed her cheek “I love you” “And dad gets nothing” Sidney nodded “Not even a high 5 ?” “See you dad, love you too” Patrick said back as he left out the door “Jesus he’s almost a teenager and already out” Sidney shook his head “We didn’t even get to tell him the news” Lauren chuckled “I don’t think telling him on his birthday would be ideal. This is his day, he doesn’t need anything overshadowing it”

“True” Sidney nodded “But we gotta tell him soon, at least before you start showing”

“I feel like I’m gonna start showing any week now” she put a hand on her stomach “I blew up with him right away, I felt like a whale by the time I was 16 weeks and I’m already pushing 13”

“Oh I remember” Sidney said dreamily as he walked over and sat next to her “God I can’t believe it’s happening again, it’s crazy in the best way” “You don’t feel like we let too much time pass ?” she asked “Be honest” “I’d say we’re in our prime” Sidney said in response “I sure feel in my prime and you sure look in your prime…you only get hotter with age” Lauren playfully rolled her eyes and leaned over to kiss him. At 35 and 47 they were starting all over again and while it scared the shit out of her, it also made her a bit excited to be able to go through things again now that she was older and knew what to expect “Thank you” Sidney murmured as he kissed her “For everything” “What do you mean ?” Lauren whispered as she pet his cheek “For this life” he grinned “With you by my side I’ve had everything I’ve dreamed of, you’ve made me the happiest man alive. You and Patrick are my world, and now this little baby” his hand moved to her stomach “Is gonna make us even happier” “Who would’ve thought me grabbing you in a dark bar to makeout would have us here all these years later” Lauren smirked as she wrapped her arms around his neck “Thank you Julian for ending things with you and thank you Kris for hiring you as his nanny” Sidney said as he kissed her She laughed a bit as his beard tickled her neck “Even though you got punched in the face….twice” “Let’s take this upstairs…you can make it up to me” he took her hand and stood up “It’s been years ! And that happened on MY 23rd birthday and to top it off I was already pregnant with Patrick and didn’t even know it ! You then proceed to dump me and honestly I’m not over it” she took her hand back and crossed her arms “You know what ? I’m going upstairs” Sidney widened his eyes “Why ? What did I do ?” “You ruined my 23rd birthday” Lauren said back simply as she walked away “Let’s get to bed a little earlier, I’ll make up for it alright” Sidney winked as he pulled her close to him “Only because I’m pregnant and horny and you owe me” she gave him a quick peck and went upstairs

It took them no time to get undressed and in bed and as usual she was on cloud nine “Right there” Lauren moaned as he sucked on her clit “Please…..Please more”

Sex wasn’t ever an issue for them, if anything now that she was pregnant again it seemed to be an even bigger thing for her. She knew her sex drive would be up but she never imagined she’d be as sexually active as she was during her first pregnancy

“Easy, you’ll get whatever you want tonight” Sidney said as he inserted a finger gently and closed his eyes “Fuck I wanna be inside you so bad. I fuck you every morning and night and I still can’t get enough” “Oh god” Lauren whimpered as she felt the pressure begin to build and moved her hands down to grip his hair now full of grays “I’m so close, so fucking close” “I want you to cum for me” Sidney pumped his fingers in and out of her “I wanna taste you then I wanna fuck you till you lose your voice again” His words sent chills through her body as she finally let herself release and was barely able to catch her breath before she felt him inside of her and sighed contently “Just like that” “You’re so good baby, so fucking good” Sidney murmured as he kissed her neck “I love being inside of you” She whimpered feeling his hand gently grip her neck, she could feel herself reaching her climax again when suddenly their bedroom door burst open with no warning making her practically push Sidney off her as he fell to ground with nothing but a pillow to cover himself up “Oh my god !” Patrick exclaimed as he covered his eyes “Oh my god I’m gonna throw up” Lauren stayed wide eyed as she put her robe on quickly and threw a sheet down to a sheet down to Sidney and sat in bed *************

“You said you were going to a friends house, why didn’t you call one of us ?” Sidney asked as he sat covered up “I felt bad you guys were home alone so I came back, big mistake” Patrick dry heaved “I’m gonna be sick” Sidney rolled his eyes “You could’ve knocked” “You could leave my mom alone you pervert” Patrick said back “Pervert ? She’s my wife” Sidney couldn’t help but chuckle “Listen I’m sorry you….had to walk in but you could’ve simply knocked on our door Pat. You know better than to barge into the room, it’s about respect” “It’s about keeping your hands to yourself” he made a face “Get dressed and come downstairs so you can feed me. I want mom to make me spaghetti and grandma and grandpa said they’re coming over tomorrow” Lauren glared as he walked away and looked back at Sidney “Every day that child turns more into you it’s absolute insanity. We’re locking the door with the lock next time” “He’s 12, he knows to knock” Sidney threw his shirt back on “I swear that kid is just a trip, I hope this next one takes after you” She shook her head and changed as she freshened up and headed back downstairs “Patrick babe, chores. Take out the trash please before dinner is ready” “I have to do chores on my birthday ? And after what you and dad just put me through ?” he sighed “Being 12 sucks” “Tomorrow I’ll let you ride the golf cart down to the lake and back home” Sidney grinned “But for now take out the garbage” “Fine” he groaned as he went over picked up the bags Lauren watched as he walked outside and began to prepare things for dinner as Sidney took on his duties of setting the table. After a few minutes of Patrick not being back she looked out the window from their kitchen and could see him standing in front of the trash cans and walked outside “What’s the hold up ?” she asked “You’ve been standing here for 5 minutes, you seem something weird ?” “Mom…..what’s this ?” Patrick asked as he turned around holding her positive pregnancy test in his hand “I mean I know what it is but why is this here ? Mom, is this yours ?”

She stayed quiet and nodded “It is” “Who got you pregnant ?” he asked with wide eyes “Your father ! Who else Patrick ?” Lauren exclaimed “Are you being serious right now ?” “He can still make babies ?” he retorted in shock “Mom,  dad’s old. I’m a little concerned right now” “Patrick Joy Crosby get inside the house immediately” Lauren said sternly “What’s with the yelling ?” Sidney said as he came outside “I can hear you guys all the way from inside the house” “Don’t act innocent” Patrick scoffed “You know what’s going on” “You need to watch your attitude” Sidney warned “I’m not playing Patrick, just because it’s your birthday doesn’t mean you get to be rude to me or your mother. Respect is to always be given no matter what” Lauren gave him a look and wrapped her around Patrick’s shoulders “There’s no need to be harsh on him, he….he knows” “Knows what ?” Sidney asked confused “That you and mom are having a baby” Patrick answered with a frown “I don’t want a baby brother or sister. I like things how they are now with us. I like that we live in Pittsburgh and then come here to Halifax and California for the summer. That’s gonna change, everything’s gonna change with a baby” he emphasized as he leaned into Lauren “Honey, no” Lauren kissed his forehead “Nothing will change” “Pat” Sidney sighed “We wanted to tell you, we wanted things to be in the clear for mom and the baby and then we wanted your birthday to pass” “In the clear ?” he looked concerned as he looked at Lauren “Mom, are you okay ?” “I’m perfectly fine” she nodded “It’s just basic precautions to take when one is pregnant, especially now that I’m older” “You’re not old” Patrick shook his head

She chuckled “I appreciate that babe, now let’s go inside and we can talk all you want during dinner. We know you have questions” Sidney followed as he let them have their moment and walked behind them, deep down he knew Patrick loved him but he also knew the connection with Lauren was much deeper. Patrick and him connected when it came to hockey but other than that, it was your typical short conversations whereas with Lauren he’d see him talk to her about anything. More than anything he hoped that with these few months, he could get closer to him “First things first” Patrick said as he sat down and looked at them both “Do you guys know what the baby is ?” “No” Lauren chuckled “It’s gonna be a surprise, for real this time” she looked at Sidney “We are NOT finding out” “Aw this means uncle Geno won’t give us a cool party” Patrick frowned Sidney laughed a bit “Oh man, your gender reveal was wild. It was one of the most fun nights. We didn’t plan it at all so it was all a surprise, you’ve seen the pictures” “Mom, can’t we know ?” Patrick asked as he looked at Lauren “Please ?” “I thought you weren’t happy about this ?” she served him his plate “You sound pretty interested to me” “I mean I’m still not super excited but I guess it’s kinda cool” he shrugged “There’s a positive” Lauren smiled “He or she is going to be so lucky to have you as a big brother Patrick” “And they get to have you as a mom” he responded with a smile “I think that’s really cool, you’re like the best mom ever” She leaned over and pet his cheek “My boy, I can’t believe you’re 12 and that you’re gonna be a big brother”

Perhaps it was the conversation or the silence that followed but either way Sidney felt out of place at his own dinner table. It was surreal to see his son who looked exactly like him at that age but seemed to want nothing to do with him. He knew it was age and that it wasn’t personal but it still hurt him. As dinner came to an end, and it was time to hand over his gift he sat next to Patrick

“Happy Birthday Pat” he grinned “Hope you like it”

Patrick smiled excitedly as he gently unwrapped the box and took out a pair of skates “Oh….cool, skates. I needed some” he said softly “Thanks dad, they’re so cool”

“Well those aren’t just any skates” Sidney said “These are mine from when I was your age, I got them cleaned and fixed, the blades are brand new. Your initials are right under mine here on the side” he showed him “S.C #87 and then P.C #9 for your number”

“I love them” he nodded as he gave a polite smile and put them down “I can’t wait to go to the rink tomorrow and wear them, thank you dad”

Sidney grinned and gave him a hug “Of course bud”

“And here’s mine” Lauren smiled as she handed him a box “Careful with it, what’s inside is gentle”

“No way” Patrick widened his eyes as he opened it and took out the comic “No way ! Mom, how did you get this ?”

“Searched high and low” she grinned “I bid for it for hours, finally got it last week. It’s in mint condition from 1962”

“Thank you mom” he hugged her “I love you so much you’re the best, this is the best gift ever. When I’m done reading it, I’ll let you borrow it so you can read it too. It’s the amazing spiderman, it’s cool”

“I’d love to read it” Lauren grinned “Remember cake is tomorrow with grandma and grandpa so for now let’s do a cupcake. Baby can you get a lighter please”

Sidney nodded as he took one out of the drawer “We didn’t do our picture yet, we always do a picture for birthdays”

“Fine” Patrick sighed as he stood up and stood next to Sidney “Only one”

“Look how handsome you two are” Lauren gushed “I swear I think I need this baby to be another little boy to complete my little Crosby clan of boys”

“Girl not boy” both Sidney and Patrick said in unison

“I see” she raised her brow “Well I’m glad you two finally agree on something”

Sidney gave Patrick a grin and wink and got a smile back, a genuine one. The night went on and soon after Patrick had gone to bed for the night he called up some people hoping they’d make it for the next night

“He loves you” Lauren whispered “He does, he’s just being a typical boy in his moods”

“I know” Sidney nodded “But I think tomorrow will really make him happy, you’ll see”

“For once, I’m excited to be surprised” Lauren said back as she kissed him

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😳🤤

I’m a slut for this man

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Chapter 4

Masterlist to series

WC: 2.2K , TW: mentions of domestic violence, physical abuse

Mia knows things are bad and takes a big step for herself. Sidney finally goes to see Mia and realizes things were much more serious than he ever imagined. Together they both realize they can be there for each other as friends, even if Sidney senses he wants more for them. Things are okay until a revelation by Mia is made that has Sid wondering if he’s truly ready for such a relationship

(thank you to all who read this story, I know the subject matter is tough and not comfortable but I feel as if it's a topic that should be talked about. I hope the chapter is up to your standards, I hope to hear your thoughts !)

Mia looked Lucas up and down, she could see his nerves and fear and despite being in a hospital bed with a broken wrist and bruised face it made her feel good. She slowly sat up and cleared her throat “You need to go, you know that right ?” she said “I…I don’t know what happened” Lucas whispered “I didn’t mean to do that, I was trying to stop you from leaving” “You pushed me” Mia said lowly “You pushed me down the stairs, you held onto my arm then you pushed me. You remember why ? Because I found those fucking painkillers in your suitcase. You got so mad I called you out you dragged me out our bedroom and then pushed me” “It was an accident…..you need to say it was an accident Mia, please” Lucas pleaded “Tell them you fell and I promise I’ll get check into the players assistance program and once I’m out I can ask for a trade back to California and we’ll be okay” “Check into the program, call now” she ordered “I swear Lucas this is the last fucking time I let this happen, this is the last time I defend you or your actions” Lucas looked at her, suddenly eyes full of tears “I love you and I want the best for us. Now that we're growing-"

Mia looked down as she shook her head “I told you what you need to do now do it. I want you out of this hospital room, I want you gone right now immediately” When she heard him leave the room, she finally felt safe enough to cry; after all these years with him and all the bad stuff that had happened, this was the final straw. She shuddered as she looked at herself in the window's reflection. Her right cheek was bruised, and her arm was in a cast as a result of the fall. She didn't look like herself and felt even worse but more than anything she was thankful everything else was in good health

She took a cab home after getting her discharge papers in the morning. There was shattered glass and blood on the floor, and there was a mess everywhere. She could hardly breathe when she entered their bedroom and found her wedding band on a nightstand, which she stuffed into a drawer. She went through the room and closet, discovering that Lucas had indeed taken most of his belongings and had left her an open checkbook and credit cards.

She picked them up and put them away, knowing she wouldn’t use any of his money at all. Things were gonna change, they were gonna change drastically. 

Sidney tried his best to focus on practice that morning but something just wasn’t clicking. He knew calling Mia would be no use and the more he tried to ignore his thoughts the worst he felt. When coach Sullivan came out and gave them the news Lucas wouldn’t be with them for a while, he knew something serious had to have happened and immediately felt himself get sick “Have  water, you feel okay ?” Geno asked “I’m worried about Mia” Sidney admitted “You call and maybe she answer” Geno nodded “I can’t” he sighed “I think I might go see her, maybe she’s home from the hospital now”

“Don’t” Kris shook his head as he sat next to him “Honestly, you’re crossing a line here. I get Lucas isn’t exactly a good person but that’s his wife. You have no business talking to her like that. If she needed something she would’ve reached out to management, not you” Sidney shook his head “I can’t believe you’re acting this way”

“I just don’t like how this is possibly looking” Kris sighed

“It’s not looking any way” Sidney defended “you said it yourself, you like Mia”

“I do” Kris nodded “I like her, Cath and the kids like her a lot. But it’s not how you like her”

Sidney finished getting dressed and picked up his bag “You’re just getting the wrong picture is all”

He got up and walked out to his car as he gave her number a call again to no availability and after giving it much he opted to make a stop and check on her, ready to face the music is Lucas happened to be there

Later that afternoon, Mia received the long-awaited phone call from Lucas; after he cried and begged her not to say anything, she worked with his lawyer to draft a statement stating that she was in support of Lucas entering the players assistance program and would be by his side; the end result would be him signing divorce papers as soon as he was out.

She was in the middle of cleaning her kitchen when she heard the door  and walked over "Who is it?"

"It's me....Sidney," he announced quietly.

Mia's eyes widened as she felt her heart race. "Everything is fine, Sidney. You can go.  You aren't really obligated to come all the way over here."

"I'm going to have security come up here if you don't open the door," he said, "and I don't want to have to do that."

"I know you know Lucas is gone, I know you got the email, and I know the team probably had a meeting," she replied. "Please leave now."

"I'm not interested in Lucas." Sidney let out a sigh. "He can rot, I'm here for you. I came to see you."

Mia took a deep breath and unlocked the door as she opened it “And here I am” Sidney frowned as he looked at her, he could feel the lump starting to form in his throat and quickly swallowed it back down. He handed her the bouquet of Daisy’s he had gotten her with his shaky hands “Th-These are for you” he stuttered out “Mia, what did he do ?” “Enough for him to realize he has to go away” she answered quietly “I’m good now, listen don’t tell anyone please. This is all solved, it’s fine and it’s going to be okay.” He looked at as his eyes welled up and he blinked away the tears that were threatening to fall. To see her bruised and beaten was a lot for him, he didn’t think seeing Mia this way would be so hard and keeping his composure was proving to be harder than he believed

“Hey….what’s wrong ?” she whispered as she stepped forward “Sidney ?” Mia gasped slightly when he hugged her, she froze in his hold for a bit not exactly knowing what to do. With her free hand she gently patted his back, trying her best to comfort him “I’m so sorry” Sidney said “The last time I saw you, I left upset and told you you deserved the life you had. I had no idea things were like this” She shook her head “You know I knew why you came, I knew you had some questions and I just kept shutting you down. I thought I was protecting Lucas, as much as I hated him I wanted to protect him” “Can I come inside ?” Sidney asked softly “The place is a mess, but sure” she moved aside for him “I can help you” Sidney said as as he wiped his eyes “Tell me what you need me to do” “For one, don’t cry” Mia nodded “I’m not crying, I’m okay. Life has a fucked up way of working out sometimes, but one thing I’m not gonna do is cry. I’ve done that enough, and well another reason is…it burns when I do. The right side of my face hurts like a bitch” He stayed quiet as he listened to her, he could tell this was still some kind of armor she had. Deep inside Sidney knew she was scared, he could see written all over her but he was determined to show her he was trustworthy

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With much convincing Sidney got her to sit down instead of cleaning, he did the best he could and organized and picked up. He gently picked up every piece of glass and put it in the garbage, he wondered who had thrown it or if Mia had used it as self defense. The blood wasn’t much but it was enough to confirm to him that there had been a struggle and it was clear it was Mia’s. He wiped it clean with a towel and got rid of it too, he didn’t want her to be around any sign of whatever had happened the other night

When he saw her sitting down he looked inside their freezer to see if there was an ice pack for her face and picked one up as he made his way to her “Found something that’ll help you out with the swelling” he said softly “Oh man I didn’t even think we had one of those” she sighed in relief “One less thing I gotta get”

“I got it” Sidney grimaced a bit as he iced her cheek and stayed quiet, there was nothing he could say. No words mattered, nothing mattered at the moment other than her

"You can go home you know" Mia whispered after some silence ‘I appreciate you coming, I really do. It was very kind of you Sidney. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay you for what you did for me today”

"I wanna stay" Sidney shook his head “All I want is to make sure you’re okay, I can stay here all night if you want me too and I don’t mean anything…you know” he said quietly “And if you want I can even put you in a hotel if you don’t wanna be here. I know some people, I can get you anywhere in the city”

"I'm gonna say this once and once only, you and I can't be..." she said quietly "You understand that ?"

"He's gone....we can get to know each other better, we can take things slow and just be friends" Sidney said “I can help you with whatever you need Mia”

"You're just a man who will never get what things are like" she stood up and fixed her sling "Look at me, look at how I am ?" “None of this was on you, you know that, right ?” he asked

“Of course I know that” Mia snapped “I’ve known it’s not my fault for 10 fucking years, I’ve known none of the yelling, the forced sex, the slaps aren’t my fault Sidney. I’ve known that years, I know it’s him and it’s not me. I know it’s been him for years and when he takes those fucking pills for his injuries it gets worse. But this time….this time here was supposed to be different. Colorado was a fucking nightmare, Pittsburgh was supposed to be good and it’s turned out to be fucking shit” “You’re gonna leave him right ?” Sidney asked “That’s none of your business” Mia said “You make it seem so easy, do you understand I have no one. He’s all I have” “You don’t have parents ?” he whispered “I left with Lucas straight out of highschool, I graduated and left that same night to live with him and haven’t spoken to my parents since” Mia admitted “No calls, no messages nothing. We don’t speak” He shook his head “You were just a kid when you left, you were-” “I was listening to Lucas” Mia whispered “I was listening to him telling me we were gonna be okay and he’d take care of me…which he did but it came with a cost. One that if I could go back in time and take back, I would” “What matters is that you’re moving on now” Sidney reached for her hand “I like you, I do. You know that. That day I saw you at the grocery store, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. Something drew me to you and it’s been that way since” “You barely know me” Mia shook her head “And I’m married, and as long as those divorce papers aren’t brought up, signed and final I am still a married woman Sidney” “I can wait” Sidney said “I can wait all the time you need me to, you’re the one calling the shots not me” She stood and tried to walk away, only to grab onto the wall as she felt everything spin suddenly “I…I think I’m gonna puke” she muttered as she made her way to the sink and threw up “Oh fuck that’s not good” “Do you need me to take you to the hospital ?” Sidney asked concerned “You threw up, you’re dizzy, and now you’re all clammy” he mentioned “I think you’re sick” “I’m not sick Sidney” Mia murmured “I’m…..I’m pregnant”

"No" Sidney shook his head "You can't be" She finally broke down when her situation hit her "I am and when the nurse told me, wanna know what she said ? She said that maybe now I'll know my place. As if I asked to get thrown down the stairs or have a glass vase thrown at my face and then has the nerve to tell that at least the baby's okay" He rubbed his face and felt his eyes get watery again "Mia....do you know what you want to do ?" "I.....I don't know" she sniffled "I'm 7 weeks, I didn't listen beyond that. All I know is that I have 5 weeks to decide if I wanna keep it or not" "You can't keep it, it's a part of him. You'll be tied to him forever if you do" Sidney said "Whatever I do is my choice" Mia said in a shaky voice "I finally get a choice in what I want to do, and no one is going to tell me what I can or can't do" "If you keep that kid....I don't think I can be around you" he shook his head "Then I guess you're not the friend I thought you were" she said coldly "Or did you just wanna be my friend to try to fuck me ?" "You know that's not-" "Get out" Mia said "Take your nice guy act and get the fuck out of here. I see right through you" The comment made Sidney scoff "Okay you see through me yet you couldn't see through your husband who was cheating on you ?" "And there we have it" Mia nodded "You can go now" Sidney regretted the comment as soon as it left his mouth, he knew this wasn't an instance to fight and simply left her apartment. Hating himself for being so cruel in a moment where she needed someone to listen

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Addicted After All- Ch.11

Masterlist to series

WC:2.6K

The aftermath of the recital continues as Sidney and Isabella scramble to find Leni along with Caleb. Sidney realizes just how important Leni is to him when he finally comes to the realization that he wants to be with Isabella. Things are hard but they get harder once Sidney’s parents make their annual visit to town

(Thanks so much for the support, hope you guys enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think 💕)

“She can’t be far” Sidney said “Let’s go” “You and Isabella check outside and I’ll check the surrounding areas” Caleb nodded “I can’t believe this” Isabella whispered as she walked “My god she must be feel so fucking angry” Sidney walked outside with Isabella as they looked around the surrounding areas, he bent under cars and looked in bushes and nothing. He could feel his nerves rise along with Isabella’s as the night got darker and decided to agree to call security “I have people everywhere” Isabella wiped her eyes “I don’t understand how far she could’ve gotten so far” “We’re in a busy place, wait” he stopped and walked over as he saw the library down the street “Carnegie Library, it’s the biggest one in Pittsburgh. That’s where she went, I know it” “It’s her favorite place to go actually” Isabella whispered as she alerted security and Caleb “He said he’ll met us there, let’s go”

Nothing mattered to Sidney as he exceeded the speed limit and arrived at the library in record time. He got some looks when they got inside, but thankfully no interruptions. He knew the news would be all over the place the next morning, but that wasn't important right now.

"This place is huge," he said quietly.

"She's on the second floor, upstairs." Isabella noticed her and backed up to a corner with him  "Wh-What do I do?"

"Let's just wait for Caleb.  He should be here too," Sidney said.

""And there he is," Isabella said as they both turned their heads. "She's on the second floor, we can see her from here. What should we do?"

"I think you and I should go. If all else fails, Sidney's the backup," Caleb said, looking at them both 

“I won’t argue with you on that” Sidney nodded “I’ll be here, in case she…..she runs again” Isabella nodded, and lightly squeezed his hand as she followed Caleb up the elevator. They exchanged no words; their only concern was Leni, and they both knew it.

"You understand that tomorrow morning is going to be hell on Earth for everyone.  You'll see if Mr.Crosby wants to stick with you and Leni," Caleb said "Please make sure you're taken care of as far as your publicist and lawyer"

 "How dare you?" Isabella trembled "You already know how much he absolutely adores  Leni. Just admit you don't like him, please just be honest."

"I dislike having a strange man in my daughter's life who's had more time to bond with her than I have. I dropped everything last year to help you, and I was planning to marry you to make sure you got your inheritance and could finally be freed from the pressure of your father. You promised me we'd talk to Leni, and what happened ? You decided last minute your life was too comfortable to let go of. No one’s ever honest with you, and now look ?"

She said nothing as they exited the elevator and walked to the mezzanine, only to discover she was gone. "What the fuck ! Where is she ?"

It took everything Sidney had not to go up there and be by Isabella's side; he could already feel the tension as she and Caleb both sighed as they entered the elevator.

When he returned his gaze to the entrance, he noticed Leni standing up and walking out the door

"Get back here, Leni. "It's dark and late," he said sternly as he followed her, "Everyone is worried sick about you."

"Leave me alone !" She shrieked as she hurried away. "I hate Isabella ! I hate Caleb ! I hate everyone! That includes you !"

Sidney cursed to himself as he untied his tie, removed his suit jacket, and jogged after her. When he caught up with her, he took her in his arms and looked at her.

"I'm sorry, Leni, I really am," he said quietly.

"I want to go," she cried, "I don't want to see them, I don't want Isabella to lie to me, and I don't want Caleb and you to fight."

"I promise you, once they see you, no one will fight. They just want to make sure you're okay," Sidney said softly "We were worried about you"

"Fine," Leni said quietly

He draped his jacket over her shoulders and carried her over to his car, where he sat her in the backseat and called Isabella to inform her that she had been found and was safe. He tried to remain calm for her sake, but he knew what was coming would be difficult for everyone.

"Leni ! Leni, you're okay !" Isabella sighed with relief as she approached his car, her eyes welling up "I was so worried, you can't just run away like that ! You had us worried to death ! I understand you're upset and confused, but please listen to me and Caleb."

"I'll say my piece, then I'll leave. I'll go until you're ready to talk to me," Caleb said softly

"I don't want any piece," Leni sniffled. "You two are horrible people !  You especially ! " Isabella caught her gaze. "You've lied to me all my life and I can't even be super mad because you take care of me !"

"Leni, it was for your own good," Isabella sobbed as she reached for her cheek "You're too little to understand things right now"

"Your mother is correct." Caleb gave a nod "Everything she did was for you, absolutely everything. Be angry at me, not at her, she has done everything for you."

"What kind of dad are you?" Leni sobbed.

"A really crappy one" Caleb said back ashamed "But I'm going to make it up to you. That I can assure you."

"I don't want to call you dad," she said quietly then looked at Isabella, "But I'll call you mom. But only because you actually take care of me"

"It's fine. You'll be ready one day," Caleb said, "but for now, do you want me to leave?"

Leni gave a nod "I do. I don't want to speak to you right now."

"OK," he said, "I'll leave, but I'll come back when you're ready."

Isabella watched as he walked away and called a cab to pick him up. No words were spoken other than him giving her a nod before he got in his cab. She looked at Leni and Sidney and sighed 

"Leni, we have to go home," she said softly

"I'm not going home with you." Leni made a shaky motion with her head "You're my mom, but I'm really upset with you right now. I don't think I'll be able to be in the same room with you."

"Please, Leni," Isabella begged.

"She can stay with me," Sidney suggested. "I can bring her back Sunday night, you can send an assistant with some stuff to my house tomorrow morning"

"You can't do that," Isabella said quietly as Leni remained silent in the backseat. "I'm sorry but that's a no."

"Why not ?" Sidney asked confused "I'm trying to help you out, she's upset right now. It's best she's not around you honestly and you know my house is safe. I can handle it. I wanna help. I care a lot about you and Leni"

She rubbed her forehead "Do you realize that tomorrow the media is gonna have a field day with what happened tonight ?"

"So ?" he shrugged "I don't care about that" he shook his head “I care about you and Leni, that’s all that matters to me. I couldn’t care less what some article has to say, I know the truth and that’s that you’re an amazing mother to Leni and did what you had to do for her sake” Isabella gave a small screen and leaned forward and kissed his cheek “Thank you” she said simply. She wanted to say more but at the moment nothing could come out, all she knew was that she falling deeper and more in love with Sidney by the minute “Um I’m gonna say bye to her" “Bye” Leni said shortly as she approached her “I don’t wanna be hugged right now” “I can respect that” Isabella said softly “You call me if anything okay ?” “I know” Leni nodded “Bye” Sidney kissed Isabella goodnight as a car came to pick her up and her bodyguards slowly followed, he got in his own car and drove home with Leni in the backseat silent. He played music, asked her questions and he never got more than a one word answer. Somehow he knew he was in for quite the weekend **********

“It’s almost midnight and you’re still awake” Sidney said as he parked “You need sleep” “I’m not tired, I can read a book till I get tired or listen to music. I won’t bother you, I promise” Sidney sighed as he unlocked the door and walked upstair with her “Here’s a guest room, it’s close to mine so if you need anything you can knock at my door” Sidney said with a grin as he walked her into one of the rooms in his house and turned on the light “This okay ?” “Yes, thank you” Lenni whispered as she sat on the bed and held her backpack to her chest He went over and kissed her forehead “You need sleep, I know things are really weird right now for you but they’ll get better Leni, I promise” “You don’t know that” she whispered “When my dad-....my grandpa” she corrected herself “When he comes back from Europe, he’s gonna try to send me away to some boarding school. He’s gonna be real mad that Isabella let the news out, and he hates Caleb” “How do you know all this ?” Sidney sighed She sighed and took out an iphone, a current model, from her backpack “My grandpa sent this for me this morning as a present for my recital, he said he had spoken with Isabella about it but I don’t know if that’s true. I was searching stuff up and I saw an article that was talking about how he wants to move to Europe” “You know Isabella would never let that happen, or Caleb” he said “Or me” he pet her head “But come on, get some rest. Maybe tomorrow we can go do something” “I don’t feel like getting my picture taken out in public” she shook her head “When I go to school monday it’s gonna be horrible” Sidney sighed “Leni, you’re 9 not 19. You can’t be stressing out like this” “I wanna go home” she whispered “I’m mad at Isabella but at least something bad happened to the both of us. You don’t understand this”

It was at that moment Sidney realized that in fact wasn’t being understanding, he knew things were difficult but he had failed to see that was happening to a 9 year old little girl too and not just Isabella “I don’t understand it but I’ll try to” he said softly “For right now, get some sleep okay ?” He gave her space to tuck her in as he checked his phone and noticed a text from his mother We land in the morning, should get to yours by around 11. Can’t wait to see you “This’ll be fun” he said to himself with a soft chuckle as he put his phone away and walked back to Leni’s guest room and knocked “Okay to come in ?” “Yes” she called back Grabbing an extra blanket in his room he walked over and tucked her in “Sorry…..I don’t know how to do this that well” “You’re not a dad, you shouldn’t know” Leni said back “When you have kids you will” “I guess you’re right” he grinned and kissed her forehead “Night Leni” “Good night Sidney” Leni gave the smallest of smiles When morning came he answered the door and got Leni’s things as promised by an assistant while he cooked breakfast for them. Like any child, she was an early riser and thankfully he had clothes for her along with a few other things he could tell Isabella packed personally as he handed them to her 

“My overalls, my rainbow turtleneck and my green converse” Leni looked through her things “Cool” “Change and have something to eat” Sidney chuckled “ “No thanks I don’t eat food in the mornings, I do have an oat milk matcha latte most mornings but you don’t look like the kind who has matcha so I’ll have some green tea with splash of cream and 2 tablespoons of sugar” she said as she left to go change “You’re 9” Sidney said when she came back “I’m not giving you caffeine Leni” “Then what can I have ?” she sighed “I feel nauseous if I eat food before noon, you can’t force me to eat breakfast” Sidney rolled his eyes not believing he was catering a child with so many requests “How about a smoothie ?” “Do you have almond milk ?” “No” Sidney shook his head  “Why ?” “I can’t have dairy, makes my stomach hurt” Leni explains He let out a deep breath and looked in his fridge “Fruit ? Fruit is good, it’s safe and it’s not exactly a big meal” “I hate berries” Leni shrugged “An apple” Sidney grabbed one and put it in front of her trying his best to hide his annoyance “Apples are good, everyone loves apples. You can’t not like apples” “You can cut it up for me, I don’t like the skin so you’ll have to peel it too” Leni nodded 

He couldn’t even say anything as he watched her walk outside to his backyard with a book in hand. In lots of ways he knew she was testing him, she was trying to see if at any moment he’d snap, in many ways she was simply being a child. Before he even realized the time, he heard a knock on the door and went to answer, smiling when he saw his parents “Right on time” he smiled as he hugged his mom and dad “Good Flight ?” “It was perfect “Trina set her bag down on the kitchen counter and turned her head as she saw someone outside "Sidney, honey.....why is there a little girl in your backyard reading a book ?" 

"Oh" Sidney looked out his window "That's Leni"

"And should we know who Leni is ?" his father asked confused "Is this one of the guys' children ?"

"No" Sidney shook his head as he cut up an apple "I'll explain after I give her this"

He walked out and handed Leni her apple as he sat on a chair by her “Wanna meet my parents ?” “They’re here ?” Leni asked “Why ?” “They came to visit me, they’re nice” he grinned “You can stay out here or you can come inside, I think you’ll like my mom” “What about your dad ?” she asked “He’s…..okay” Sidney chuckled “But….he can be a little grumpy sometimes is all but he’s nice” “Kind of like you then” she grinned He laughed a bit “I guess you can say that yeah, so what do you say ?” “Well I’m a guest in your home and I can’t be rude” she said standing up “But what if they don’t like me ?” “Why wouldn’t they like you ?” “Maybe because they heard my mom is….you know….a little crazy” she whispered the last part “Nonsense” Sidney shook his head “Now come on, I’ll introduce you” He held her hand as they walked inside together “Mom, dad this is-” “Eleanor” his dad said as he put his phone down “Eleanor Calloway, we saw the papers at the  airport’” Sidney put his arm on Leni’s shoulder as he watched his fathers’ tense face and body language and suddenly knew this was not a conversation that was going to be welcoming or one Leni should be involved in

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Honestly, Drew is such a good actor

i really want someone to write anything with rafey and this scene. he's so hot when he's mad.

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Thirst Tweets ~ Drew Starkey

(Gif creds to kasmira)

Summary: After reacting to thirst tweets about your boyfriend, you just couldn’t help yourself when you got home

Warnings: spit kink, choking, dom!drew, sub!reader, oral (m&f receiving), name calling, minors dni, all underaged readers will be blocked

“Oh, fuck.” Drew threw his head back with a groan as you took his cock deeper into your mouth.

After you guys left the ‘thirst tweets’ interview, you had been all over him in the car. There was just something about the way he had reacted to the tweets about him and how he didn’t shut them down, that just got you going.

Especially his reaction to you guys reading the tweet about ‘Rafe’ spitting in their mouth. You saw the smirk on his face and how he bit his lip. Clearly, there were a few things about him you still had to learn.

You two had been together secretly for a year. You both had decided to keep it private between just your friends and family, not wanting it to be public just because you knew how it would go.

“What’s gotten into you, huh?” He asked, voice laced with arousal as he tangled his fingers into your hair and tugged on it. You looked up at him through your lashes as you released his cock with a ‘pop’ but kept your hand around him, slowly jerking him off as you rested your head on his leg, “I learned a few things about you today, baby.”

He tilted his at you, signaling for you to elaborate. You pressed a kiss to the vein on the side of his cock before placing one on his hip. You pressed kisses all up his torso as you leaned over him, “Don’t think i didn’t see the way your eyes lit up when we read about you, or well, Rafe, spitting in people’s mouths. There something you wanna tell me?”

Drew placed his hands on your waist as he flipped you two over, “I think someone forgot who she was talking to.”

The kiss was messy; all tongue and teeth. Drew dragged his hand down the side of your body before wrapping it around your thigh and hitched it around his waist. You moaned into his mouth at feeling his cock graze over your panty covered clit.

As soon as you two got back to your apartment, you stripped both of you down and immediately went to work on him. Ever since he started to grow his hair out again and got his ear pierced, there hadn’t been a day where you didn’t jump his bones.

“Is that what you want me to do? Spit in your mouth?” Drew asked once he pulled away from you. He nudged his nose against yours but quickly pulled away when you tried to kiss him again, “do you?”

You bit your lip as you nodded, “I think about it a lot.” Drew’s pulse picked up at your words and you watched as his eyes darkened

There were things about you he still didn’t know, sexually, at least. Despite the fact you two had been dating for so long, you were still shy when it came to certain things.

Drew let out a groan before licking his lips, eyes never leaving yours, “yeah? What else do you think about?” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then your cheek; jaw, and then your neck. Tilting your head to the side to give him more room, you ran your fingers through his hair, “I think about you fucking me against the the window, so everyone could see it. I-“

You cut yourself off with a moan as he nipped at the skin, before mumbling, “what else?”

How the fuck were you supposed to focus when he was grinding his hips against yours. Drew brought your attention back to him by slapping the side of your thigh and you let out a yelp, tugging roughly on his hair in return, “what else do you think about?”

“I think about you fucking me like you do when you’re frustrated,” you moaned as Drew now adverted his attention to your tits. He left wet kisses on them before wrapping his lips around one of your nipples while his other hand came up to tug on the other one. You let out a content hum as you relaxed into the bed, “I also think about you spitting in my mouth.”

He released your nipple with a ‘pop’ before looking up at your, “yeah? You want me to treat you like a whore?”

You whimpered, nodding your head at him. Drew smirked as he sat up on his knees and grabbed hold of your panties by the middle and tore it.

“Drew!”

He simply waved you off as he buried his face between your legs. You shot up, a hand on the his head as the other gripped the sheets, “oh, fuck.”

Drew lapped at your pussy, tongue barely grazing your clit each time it passed. He looked up at you as he pulled your legs apart, forcing them onto your shoulders. He sucked your clit into his mouth and his tongue prodded the bundle of nerves.

You tightened your grip on his hair and threw your head back with a groan. You brought your free hand up to paw at your breast, tugging on your nipple.

Drew looked up at you and nearly came at the sight of you playing with yourself. He released the hold on your leg before sliding his middle and ring finger up and down your wet pussy before sliding them into you.

“Oh, fuck.” You moaned as he thrusted his fingers into you at a brutal pace. Not having the strength to hold yourself up anymore, you let your arms drop and you fell back onto the bed. Drew pulled his mouth off of you and placed kisses on your stomach.

He kept with the brutal pace with his fingers as he leaned over you. He could feel your legs start to tremble once he brought his free hand up to wrap around your throat, “open your mouth.”

Your eyes lit up as you eagerly complied, sticking out your tongue. Drew leaned closer and let his spit fall into your mouth. You let out a moan, closing your mouth before pulling him down into a kiss.

He pulled his fingers out of you before wrapping his hand around his cock. Moaning into his mouth as you felt him drag the tip of cock over your pussy, you pulled away from him and looked down as he pushed in, “oh, shit.”

Drew dropped his head onto your shoulder as he started to set a sensual pace. He moved his knees under your thighs and spread them apart so he was able to move deeper. One of your hands was in his hair and the other was digging into his shoulders.

Drew grabbed hold of your jaw, tilting your head to the side so he could leave wet kisses on your neck. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip and you couldn’t help yourself; you nipped at it before wrapping your lips around it.

Not diverting his attention from your neck, he pushed his thumb deeper into your mouth. The hand that was in hair moved to hold onto his wrist.

He gave a particularly hard thrust and you moaned, pulling his thumb from your mouth, “right there.”

Drew pushed himself up onto his hands as he pulled away from you, “doesn’t matter how many times we fuck, you still turn into a little slut.”

“You're such an ass,” you groaned, which quickly turned into protests when he pulled out of you, “no, no, no. Please.”

Before you could process anything that was happening, drew had flipped you over and held your hands behind your back as he harshly thrusted back into you, “It’s like you’re begging me to punish you.”

“I thought you liked it when I begged.” You smirked, looking over your shoulder at him. Drew brought his hand down on your ass and gave you a dark look, “You really think you’re in any position to be smart with me?”

“Guess your just not fucking me good enough.” You shot back, which you quickly regretted when he lifted your hips and pushed your head down into the pillow before fucking into you, “just don’t know when to stop running your mouth, do you?”

All he was met with was a moan and he couldn’t help but smirk, “there we go. That’s what i like to fucking hear.”

All that could be heard was the sound of skin slapping and the moans coming from you, with the occasional groan from Drew. He wrapped your hair around his hand and tugged your head up, “C’mon, baby. Tell me what you want.”

“Wanna cum. Please.” Was all you could let out. You thrusted your hips back against Drew’s, matching his pace. Drew stopped moving and just watched with a glazed look in his eyes as you eagerly threw your ass back on him,”there we go. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

After a few minutes, drew wrapped his arms around your stomach and pulled you up against his chest, slowing down his pace as he turned your head to pull you into a kiss. It was the exact opposite of what was going on 30 seconds ago. One hand was on your tit, a firm grip on it as his other slid down the front of your body and down to rub your clit.

You jerked at the feeling, pulling away from the kiss as you leaned your head back on his shoulder, “Fuck.”

“That feel good?” He mumbled, eyes not leaving yours as you nodded, tugging your bottom lip into your mouth, “Mhm.”

“Do you think you deserve to cum?” Drew asked, tilting his head down to nip at your ear, “cause I don’t think you do.”

You quickly shook your head, eyes wide and terrified of not getting to cum, “No. Please. I’ll be good.”

“Yeah? Gonna be a good girl for me?” He asked, rubbing your clit faster, “not gonna run your mouth anymore?”

You let out a whimper as you reached behind him to thread your fingers in his hair, “just wanna be good for you.” You pulled his head down for a kiss before tugging on his lip and looking up at him with big doe eyes as you stuck your tongue out.

How could he refuse when you looked at him like that?

He gathered the spit in his mouth before letting it fall from his mouth and into yours. Before you could bring your tongue back into your mouth, Drew pulled you in for another kiss. You could feel his spit dripping down both of your chins but neither of you cared. Tugging on your bottom lip as he pulled away, Drew smirked as he pushed you forward and pulled out of you, “gonna have to work for it, baby. I want you to ride me.”

He laid down next to you on the bed, arms behind his head as he watched you kneel on shaky legs before swinging one of them over his hips. His hands came to hold onto your hips to help steady you as you reached for his cock. You could practically feel it throbbing as you slid down onto it.

You both let out a moan at the new feeling. Drew was well endowed and you always felt so full when you were on top.

“You okay, baby?” He asked, rubbing your hips with his thumbs. You couldn’t help but smile at him; even when he was railing the shit out of you, he was always making sure you were okay.

“Never better.” You laughed, placing your hands on his chest as Drew moved his hands to ass, squeezing it before placing a harsh slap on both cheeks, “Good. Now show much you’re gonna be good and fuck yourself on my cock.”

Slowly moving your hips up, leaving just the tip in, you brought your hips back down and you both let out a moan. Drew grabbed hold of your ass and helped with your movements.

You leaned down and pressed your lips to his jaw before moving down to his neck. In response, Drew held your hips down as he thrusted up into you.

“You’re squeezing-oh fuck- the shit out of me.” Drew let out as he sat the two of you up, moving your hips against his. You tugged his head back as you looked down at him.

Drew was the hottest man you had ever seen and you were so damn lucky to have him.

His pupils were blown, eyes droopy, and his lips were red and pouty. If he looked this fucked out, you could only imagine how you looked.

“That’s because y-you’re so big.” You stuttered, as your clit brushed the hair that was right above his dick. Drew smirked up at you as he brushed your hair back, “yeah, that right?”

“Mhm.” You mumbled as Drew leaned forward and wrapped his lips around your nipple and tugged on it before moving to your other one.

He pushed you backwards until you were laying on your back, taking advantage of your blissed out state as he moved both of your legs over his shoulders and thrusted back into you at a harsh pace.

“Oh shit,” you moaned, as Drew pushed your thighs to his chest, hovering over you as he rolled his hips into you. Your back arched off of the bed at the new feeling, You grabbed onto his biceps, digging your nails into them, “right there!”

Drew rolled his hips into yours with a smirk on his face, as he reached up to wrap his hand around your throat, “You know what you need to do if you wanna cum.”

‘Smug little bastard’

“Please let me cum…daddy.” You begged, grabbing hold of the wrist that held onto your throat, “I wanna cum for you.”

“Are you gonna be a good girl?” He teased and you had to refrain from rolling your eyes, “Yes. I wanna be your good girl. Please let me cum.”

He gave short but deep thrusts as he tilted his hips, which was all he needed to do to make you cum.

“Oh…fuck!” Your legs trembled on his shoulders as your pussy continuously pulsed around his dick. It didn’t take long for Drew’s orgasm to approach and he leaned down to kiss you, “where do you want me to cum?”

You blinked up at him, mind hazy and taken back by his question, “I-in me. I want you to cum in me. Please.”

Drew let out a loud moan at your words, not realizing how much of an impact they would have on him, “want me to cum in you? Fuck a baby into you? Hm, is that what you want?”

‘Well, it was now’

You whimpered as you nodded your head, “want a baby, Drew. Your baby.”

“I got you, baby. I’ll give you a baby.” Drew moved your legs so your thighs were pressed together and against his chest as he fucked into you relentlessly, desperate for his release. He threw his head back as his hips faltered against the back of your thighs.

You could feel his cum spurt into you in long ropes. And it felt… euphoric.

“Oh…shit.” He groaned as he pulled out, watching as his cum spilled out of you. He leaned over you to give you a kiss on the forehead, flopping on top of you, burrowing his head into your chest, “love you.”

“Love you, too, baby.”

[hockeybabe87]

AUGUST — QUINN HUGHES

quinn hughes x fem!reader

THIS IS PART ONE.

summary: in which y/n has been in love with quinn for years and now they engage in a summer situationship.

specific lyrics: “i can see us lost in the memory, august slipped away into a moment in time. 'cause it was never mine. and I can see us twisted in bedsheets, august sipped away like a bottle of wine. 'cause you were never mine.” and “your back beneath the sun, wishin' i could write my name on it. will you call when you're back at school? i remember thinkin' i had you.” and “wanting was enough. for me, it was enough. to live for the hope of it all, cancel plans just in case you'd call.”

warnings: innuendos, talk of sexual happenings but no actual NSFW content.

notes: this takes place when Quinn was attending UMich. inspired by August by Taylor Swift! reader is 18.

**JULY 30TH, 2018**

my cheek pressed against the cool glass, i sit in the bay window of my bedroom at my families lake house, watching for the neighbors to arrive. we’ve been coming here every summer since i was fourteen, and for just as long, i’ve had a crush on the eldest son of the family next door.

the Hughes family was comprised of three boys and their parents, Jim and Ellen.

there was the youngest, Luke. fourteen years old and the sweetest kid you could ever meet. generally the victim of teasing from his older brothers, but he doesn’t let it get to him.

then there’s Jack, the middle child. seventeen years old and my best friend. surprisingly smart, kind, and always there for me when needed, metaphorically of course since we don’t actually live near each other.

and lastly, Quinn, the oldest. nineteen, more on the introverted side, attractive, and my summer crush for the last four years.

Jack and i keep in touch over the school year, telling each other any and everything that happens in our lives, and he informed me that they would be arriving today, but he didn’t say what time. so, here i sit, looking out my window, sight locked on the driveway of the house next door.

“y/n! lunch!” my mother’s voice drifts up to my room from the bottom of the stairs. ignoring her yell, i stay planted in my seat. “y/n, c’mon! i know you’re watching for Jack but you can still eat!”

i heave out a sigh, standing to my feet and rushing down the stairs. i grip my lunch plate in my hands and start back towards the stairs.

“you can’t even stay down and eat with us?” my mom questions. i look over to her, standing with her hands on her hips and her brows raised.

“i don’t wanna miss their arrival, mama.” i whine and she rolls her eyes and shoos me off. i dart up the stairs, shouting out, over my shoulder- “love you, mama!”

i take my seat back at my bay window and look back to the driveway again, keeping myself busy by eating bites of my sandwich as i watch. no more than 5 minutes after i finish my sandwich and chips, i see a car pulling into the neighboring driveway. opening my window, i watch as my best friend steps out of the vehicle, followed by his younger brother. my heart deflates slightly when i notice the absence of the oldest Hughes, but i cover up my disappointment quickly when Jack looks over at me leaning out my window.

“hey hockey-head!” i yell.

“my personal cheerleader!” he calls back. “you gonna come give me my hug? or do i have to come up there and get it myself?”

with that, i pull back into my room and spin around, running down the stairs.

“they here?” my father correctly assumes as i zoom past him in the living room.

“yep!” i scream, opening the front door. i stumble down the front porch steps, catching myself on the last step, and making eye contact with Jack. he holds his arms open and i run across my yard, launching myself into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. one of his arms winds around my waist and his other hand splays under my backside, holding me up. the touch is innocent between two best friends, but i hear Luke fake a gag behind us.

“i missed you.” i mumble, my lips ghosting the shell of his ear.

“i missed you too. i’m sorry i couldn’t make it to your graduation.” he whispers back.

“it’s okay, i know you had a hockey game. just don’t forget me when you become a hotshot, first-overall nhl player.” i joke as he lowers me down to my feet.

“never. who else is gonna keep me humbled and remind me that i’m ‘an average white boy’?” he chuckles as he uses my own words from last week.

“that’s true. you’ll need me in order to keep your ego in check.” i shrug before twisting to face Luke. “hi, sweet baby.”

i reach up, holding his face in my hands. he rolls his eyes at my words but it just eggs me on more. i pull him down to my chest, cradling his head to my collarbone.

“my little baby.” i coo and pout. “you’ve grown so much since i last saw you.”

“y/n/n, i’m almost fifteen, not five.” his words are muffled in my chest. “can we have a regular hug now?”

i let out a long dramatic sigh and release him from my hold. he pulls back, giving me a shy smile before hugging me to his chest.

“good to see you, moosey.”

“good to see you too, y/n/n.” he lets me go and i look at Jack once we part.

“where’s Quinn?” i ask. Quinn and i aren’t nearly as close as i am with his brothers, him usually sticking with the friends he brings to the lake house, but it’s not unusual for me to wonder his whereabouts.

“he’s coming sometime in the next few days. he went to a friends house for a couple weeks.” Jack answers. he smirks and speaks again- “but that just means you get extra time with the cooler Hughes brothers.”

“you think you’re cool?” i tease. “yeah, this is why you need me. you’re already thinking delusionally!”

“what does it say about you that you hang out with people you don’t think are cool?” Jack argues, raising a brow.

“hold on, i never said Luke isn’t cool!” i joke, crossing my arms across my chest and shifting my weight to one leg. “i only implied you are uncool.”

“oh, you’re gonna get it!” it’s the only warning i get before he leaps, trying to get ahold of me. i sprint around the yard, circling the car before halting behind Ellen Hughes, who was on her way out to grab another suitcase to bring in the house.

“well, hello dear.” she laughs as i take hold of her shoulders, using her as a human shield against her middle son.

“hi El!” i chat. “save me!”

“Jack, you guys have been back together for 5 minutes and you’re already attacking the poor girl?” she chides. “leave her alone.”

“yeah, Rowdy, leave me alone!” i hit back. “you’re so mean to me.”

“you called me uncool!” he rebuts. Ellen sighs and shakes her head at our childishness.

“just call a truce and go down to the lake.” she tells us. Jack and i eye each other warily as i snake a hand around Ellen for a peace handshake. Jack shakes my hand, making me smile and step out from behind his mother.

“meet at the lake in twenty?” Jack asks. i nod and take off back to my house to get changed.

this is gonna be the best summer. i can feel it.

**AUGUST 2ND, 2018**

i wake to the sunshine streaming in through my bedroom windows and my blanket falling to the floor. my back cracks with the movement of me stretching my limbs across my bed and my mouth opens wide in a yawn. i swing my feet over the side of my bed and smile. it’s been three days since Jack and Luke arrived, and according to Jack, Quinn is arriving today. i’m assuming he’ll get here in the evening, so i choose to waste time by going for a morning swim.

i strip out of my pajamas, grabbing a simple navy blue bikini from my dresser and getting changed into it. i grab a towel out of the linen closet on my way downstairs and grab a granola bar from the kitchen.

“i’m going out for a swim.” i inform my parents, who sit at the dining table. they nod, assuring me that they heard me, and go back to their discussion. i leave out the back door, walking down to the lakeside, enjoying the hot summer sun. i spot someone laying out on the shore, and grin in assumption that it’s my best friend. but when i get closer, i spot the dark brown hair and slightly paler skin and freeze in my spot. i stand in place, admiring the boy laid out with his back facing the sun. Quinn.

i stand there for a few minutes, just watching how the sun makes him glow and thinking about how much i want to be his. to be able to lay next to him and trace my name on his back as he soaks up the sun, to lay kisses across it as he hides a smile. how badly i long to be his. he stirs and i avert my gaze, continuing my walk to the shoreline.

“well hey stranger.” i hear called towards me, i look back over to see Quinn sitting up now, smiling my way. “you just gonna walk right past without saying hello? haven’t seen you in a year!”

my face heats up and i desperately hope he thinks it’s just consequences of the summer sun.

“hey, Quinn.” i say back. “long time no see! how’s UMich treating you?”

“eh, it’s been good. i can’t complain. what about you? you just graduated, right? you know what school you’re going to yet?” he rests his arms on his knees as he speaks, and with this position, my eyes are able to trail his chest, leading down to his hard earned hockey abs and the happy trail that disappears underneath his swimming trunks. “y/n?”

oh my god he just caught me ogling him. shit, what did he ask again? school?

“uh, yeah. yeah, i’m taking a gap year and then heading up to The University of British Columbia.” i finally respond.

“oh. that sounds cool!” he nods. “i was kinda selfishly hoping you’d be coming to UMich with me.”

what the fuck does that mean? does he like me? am i reading too much into that? oh my god.

“i thought about it.” i let out a weak chuckle before i tease- “but i don’t know if you could handle so much of me.”

Quinn lowers his sunglasses, letting it be known that his eyes are scanning my figure, and it’s then i remember that i’m wearing a bikini. suddenly feeling self conscious, i fold my arms in front of my chest, my towel pressing against my body.

“i think i could handle a lot more of you than you think.” a lazy smirk rests on his lips and i’m starting to need this swim more than ever.

that was an innuendo, right? that was definitely an innuendo?

i let out an awkward laugh in response.

“well, i’ll let you get back to your swim. i’ll catch you later.” he says, rising to his feet. “don’t be a stranger, y/n/n.”

i watch him walk away, back towards his house, as i contemplate his words.

i’ll catch you later.

i shake my head clear of thoughts and drop my towel on the ground before running into the body of water in front of me. i let the water tickle my skin before completely diving under. staying down for a few seconds, i imagine the lake water washing away all my wandering thoughts.

i was just reading into things. it’s what i do best. wanting him is enough for me, i don’t need him.

**

my morning swim did nothing for me in the long run. his words still play on a repeat inside my head.

i could handle a lot more of you than you think.

i’ll catch you later.

it’s currently eight o’clock in the evening and i’m leaving for a bonfire at the Hughes house. i walk out the door and cross my backyard and into the Hughes’, making straight for the blazing fire with guys circled around it. as well as Quinn arriving today, Jack had some of his friends from the USNTDP get here too, which makes me doubly outnumbered and entirely out of my territory.

“there she is! our queen!” i recognize the voice as Trevor Zegras, ever the funny guy, he and i met last summer when he came with Jack. the rest of the boys look up and watch me approach as Trevor makes a show of kneeling on the ground and bowing to me.

“get up loser.” i laugh, rolling my eyes and scanning the group. my sight is drawn to where Quinn sits quietly in an adirondack chair.

“i thought you liked me on my knees.” Trevor smirks at his own dirty joke and i lightly kick his shoulder with my foot, making him fall backwards and land on the ground with a thud. the rest of the guys cackle in laughter from both his joke and him falling, but with my sights still set on Quinn, i watch curiously as his jaw clenches and his hands turn into fists for a split second before he relaxes again.

what’s that about?

“i like men on their knees. you’re a boy.” my response earns more hysterics from the group, the guys taking the chance to rag on Trevor for his failed flirtations.

“one more year baby. you can wait for me, can’t you?” Trevor wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as he sits back down into his chair, and i notice there aren’t any more chairs for me to sit in.

“sorry Z, i don’t do younger guys. or you. at any age.” he holds a hand to his heart, acting wounded by my words.

“my heart. it’s broken! how will i ever fill the empty space you’ve left?” he whines.

“i’m sure you’ll find some puck bunny to fill it. or more so, for you to fill.” he smirks at my response and shrugs his shoulders cockily.

“what can i say? ladies love me.” he replies before another guy pulls him into a conversation. with the attention off of me, i scan the chairs. i guess i could sit in Jack’s lap. it wouldn’t be the first time. i shrug and go to walk over to my best friend, but a hand on my wrist pulls me back. i look back to Quinn, his fingers spark on my skin.

“here, you can sit with me.” he pulls me towards him, patting his thighs with his free hand. i glance toward Jack but he’s not paying any attention, his focus lasered in on his friend Alex as he speaks wildly, his hands flying around in excitement. i look back over at Quinn, who waits patiently for me to sit.

when will i ever get this chance again?

i gingerly sit down on his lap, and my face heats up, turning scarlet as he releases my wrist in favor of winding his arm around my waist, his hand laying atop my thigh.

“so, you and Trevor, huh?” he questions lowly, his voice quiet enough that only i can hear. i let out a chuckle.

“definitely not. he’s just messing around.” my hand comes up to play with silver necklace draped on my collar bone.

“good.” he replies. his cryptic response makes my brows furrow.

good? GOOD?! what does that even mean?!

“why? you jealous?” i tease. harmless banter such as this has always been innocent with me and the two older Hughes boys.

“and what if i was?” his words make my hand freeze in place. oh my god is he actually flirting with me or am i imagining it? “what would you do to reassure me that i don’t need to worry about him?”

his tone is low, voice laced with fascination. and in an effort to not ruin the moment, i blurt out the first thing that pops in my head.

“i think the real question is what would you do to me?” i can hear the seduction in my voice, the innuendo that just slipped past my lips, and regret is my immediate reaction. his eyes flicker between my own and my lips, but before i can apologize, he leans over, his lips ghosting the shell of my ear, and speaks once more.

“be careful of what you’re saying. i have a wild imagination and a pretty girl sitting on my dick, you might end up with a situation you might not be willing to take care of.” his breath fans across my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

“who says i wouldn’t be willing?” my words are barely audible past the rushing in my ears, but i know he heard them when he leans back with a smirk on his face and lust in his eyes.

**AUGUST 23RD, 2018**

it’s that night that we started whatever we’re doing now. that night that i spent twisted in his bedsheets, drunk on him. that night that he whispered dirty talk in my ear as he brought me over the edge of pleasure multiple times. that he spent an hour with his head delved between my thighs, and then another hour with our bodies flush against each other as he brought us both to release.

since then, we’ve repeated that night seven times. i guess i could describe our relationship as a ‘situationship’. we hide behind closed doors, never talking about our feelings, never letting others see the ways we touch. i never even know when that night will repeat. my only indication being when he calls to ask me to sneak in. we only have a week left before we part for another year, and logically i know i should bring up how i feel before this ends, but i can’t help but fear that they may be one sided. that this situation is just a convenience thing for him. so i keep my feelings buried in a lockbox, not to be let out any time soon.

my phone buzzes in my lap as i sit in my bay window, and i turn it over to check the text i received. my heart deflates a little when i see it isn’t Quinn, but instead his brother.

—

From: Rowdy 💙

you still coming to the movies with me and the guys tonight? mom said Luke’s gotta come with us but don’t worry, he won’t ruin the night for us.

—

To: Rowdy 💙

i’m sorry, i’m not feeling great. rain check?

also, be nice to Moosey! he just wants to spend time with his big brother!

—

From: Rowdy 💙

okay, hope you feel better! let me know if you need anything, i can make a stop at the store on my way back.

—

Jack's response makes guilt settle in my stomach. how messed up is it of me to cancel plans with my best friend, in hopes that his older brother will call me for a hook up?

i'm horrible.

-

-

okay, hope you feel better! let me know if you need anything, i can make a stop at the store on my way back.

—

Jack’s response makes guilt settle in my stomach. how messed up is it of me to cancel plans with my best friend, in hopes that his older brother will call me for a hook up?

i’m horrible.

-

i’m horrible.