#and like i haven't gone through Anything you guys did at 18

[emiliosandozsequence]

there's being behind in life and then there's whatever i've got going on

#i'm nearly 30 and i feel like i've both gone through things people go through at 40-60 #and like i haven't gone through Anything you guys did at 18 #i truly think it's bc i was in an active abuse situation tho from the time i was 3-25 and most people got away at 18 and i didn't #emilio.txt

[pedropascallme]

How about a fic where the reader also works at Smosh and they recently started dating but they haven't gone beyond kissing AND BAM FIRST TIME HAPPENS- really sexy, fluffy, gentle, maybe he picks her up a little bit, and they take time exploring eachother. You'd do so gooood! We truly need more Damien fic in this fandom 😭🔥

More, More, More

Pairing: Damien Haas x f!Reader

Summary: “You tilted your head, scanning his face; he blinked hard once, and fixed his posture, pushing his shoulders back slightly before relaxing them. Your hand trailed up his arm, tracing his tattoos and then loosely grabbing at his bicep.”

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI) p in v sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, praise, uhhh some Hereditary spoilers I guess? If I missed anything please let me know!

AN: Not super proud of this because I've been studying all week and I feel like my lack of sleep did not contribute to this in any beneficial ways but I still hope you enjoy it <3

“Are you coming with us tonight?” You fell into step with Courtney while you walked down the hall and out of the office.

“No, I don’t think so,” you looked up from your phone, “promised Damien I’d watch Hereditary, and I don’t think he’d let me bail.”

She smiled at you, walking you to your car, “It’s a good movie,” she tilted her head, “And he’s a good guy. I don’t blame you for wanting to stay in.”

“Yeah, well,” you kind of clammed up, “He’s cute and I love a good beheading, so.” You laughed with each other before saying your goodbyes.

You’d been dating him for two months. And it was really and truly delightful; he was kind, and communicative, and above all so, so pretty. It had started so naturally, harbored crushes surfacing to reveal themselves at the right time, and progressed so smoothly, and you were thrilled by it.

Still, you let the familiar fear of rejection take control at times; the anxiety that maybe you were moving too quickly and that he was only a fraction as interested in you as you were in him. So the physical affection stayed surface level—literally—in that you kissed and touched but hadn’t gone beyond second base, if you remembered the laws of high school correctly.

And that was fine, and he hadn’t said anything, hadn’t put pressure on you to do anything you didn’t want—but you really did want it. You wanted to let him have you, let him take you in taboo ways and places. Maybe that made you a bit deviant, maybe even a little perverse. But it was hard to be with someone so…flawless, as far as you were concerned, and not want something like that, even when the voices in your head told you that you shouldn’t, or that you weren’t nearly as experienced as any of his past partners might have been.

Comparison meets joy, and stabs it right in the neck.

~~~

“Be honest with me,” you sat next to Damien on the couch, curling your legs beneath you and leaning over towards him, “Did you want to watch this with me just so you could hold me during the scary parts?”

“Yeah, but not for the reasons you think,” he draped an arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him, “I’m fucking terrified of it, and I need my big strong girlfriend to protect me.” He smiled, clearly amused by himself, and you blew a piece of hair out of his face.

“Wuss.” You kissed him, hand toying with his collar, before sitting back and leaning on his shoulder.

“Yeah? Remember that you said that tonight when you turn off the lights.” He shot you a dubious grin before grabbing the remote. You watched the muscle in his wrist move when he pressed the buttons, captivated by the small details of his body and the way he mouthed the titles of the movies that popped up on the TV screen while he flicked through previously watched films.

You tilted your head, scanning his face; he blinked hard once, and fixed his posture, pushing his shoulders back slightly before relaxing them. Your hand trailed up his arm, tracing his tattoos and then loosely grabbing at his bicep.

“I’ll still remember you’re a wuss when the lights are off.” You mumbled, and he looked down at you.

“You seem so sure.” He watched your hand sweep over his arm, nails barely grazing his skin.

“You think I should be contemplating something else?” You goaded him, unsure of where the sudden confidence had come from and why it had appeared only now. “Don’t you want me to think about you when the lights are off?” You continued with your double entendres. You saw him swallow, and from your position, leaning over him with your hand now on his chest, you could feel his heartbeat pick up.

God, he was nice to look at.

“No, I do,” he put down the remote, reaching over to hold your chin in his hand and guide you up to him, “but I think my proposal might be a little more…vulgar.”

You smiled against his mouth when he kissed you, the leisurely pace allowing you to take your time tasting him, feeling the shape of him near you, on you. You sat up, giving yourself room to lace your fingers in his hair and pull him even closer, and he let you; an arm wrapped around your waist to secure you against him.

“You wanna watch this movie with me or not?” You quipped when you separated from him, and he smiled, shaking his head.

“Yes—yeah. I do want to watch this with you,” he paused, before continuing, “You, uh…you wanna tell me something?” He sort of shifted in his seat, tilting his head back on the couch cushions to drink you in.

“What?”

“Where that came from?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” you played dumb, heat creeping up your neck and splashing your cheeks red; you tried not to lose your new surge of confidence, reassuring yourself that his line of questioning was a result of mutual excitement. You leaned over him to grab the remote and press play before you crawled into his lap to straddle him.

“You gonna watch this way?” His hands found purchase on your hips.

“I haven’t told you about this skill?” You kept up your act.

“No, I was unaware of the eyes on the back of your head,” he squeezed your hips and you hummed at the feeling, “But it’s pretty hot. I love a woman with twenty/twenty/twenty/twenty vision.”

You heard the movie play behind you; the score and the sound of voices droning softly. “Can I be honest,” you traced a finger over his collar, “I’m not that interested in the movie right now.”

“How dare you,” Damien feigned hurt, “This is a serious breach of protocol—” his hands crawled up your back before he stood, picking you up with him, and laying you on your back, caging you under him while you laughed from the adrenaline that came with being picked up and put down so quickly. “And I absolutely will not have it,” he kissed down your neck and you grabbed at his hair. “This switch up will not go unpunished.” He brought his face back up to yours and kissed you deeply, your hand tightening in his hair when his tongue slipped past your lips.

“Tell me if it’s too much?” He urged, nose brushing against your cheek when he broke away from you.

“Keep going.”

“You’re sure?”

“Damien, I don’t think there’s a sexy way to say this: I really want to have sex with you right now.” Your hand fell from his hair and trailed over his neck, stopping between his shoulder blades, and pulling gently at his shirt.

“Sounded pretty sexy to me,” he smirked, continuing his ministrations, kissing down your neck, lips stopping just above the collar of your shirt. He reached under the hem of the fabric, warm palms brushing against your skin while he explored you. You gasped when he cupped your breast in his hand, his free arm finding its way under your body to prop you up slightly and allow him easier access to you.

You’d done this before, had him touch you like this, but it felt so much more charged in this moment; the promise of more to come made you antsy in the best way, having previously stopped here. His hands kept exploring, with your chest, your stomach, and the curve of your spine all finding relief under his hands. You slid one hand under his shirt, desperate to be as close to him as possible; your other hand continued to tug on the back of his collar, encouraging him to rid himself of the layer of fabric.

He gave in to your silent request, pulling away from you momentarily to take it off before returning his undivided attention to you and, with his hands on your waist, bunching your shirt up at your sides, offered you another heated kiss.

You felt restless, wired by his touch and eager to feel him in the ways you had spent so much time imagining. Your hips bucked gently into his, and you heard his breath catch in his throat, his chest stuttering against you when you deepened the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck and one leg draped over him. Your hands trailed over his back, drinking in his frame above you. You tugged at his hair to disconnect momentarily, panting.

“Can I…?” His hand ghosted over the hem of your shirt while you looked up at him.

“Please.” You gave him the go-ahead, and he pulled you up a bit to help you strip off your shirt. He wasted no time, licking a streak across your collar bone before dipping his head down to kiss the valley between your breasts; he left open-mouthed kisses on the soft flesh and you put a hand on the back of his neck, unsure whether to enjoy the view or allow your head to loll back to fully embrace the feeling of his mouth on your body. His thumb grazed over one of your nipples, and you gasped at the contact.

“Beautiful,” he mumbled against your chest, focused on the way the emerging goosebumps on your skin felt against his tongue and fingers, “you’re so beautiful.”

“Damien,” you tilted his chin up in your fingers, “pants.”

“Fuck—right.” He tore himself away from you, hands flying to the zipper of your jeans to undo them and peel them off your legs. He toyed with the waistband of your panties, undeniably obvious wet spot soaking through with your desire, before lowering his face to your core and licking a stripe over your clothed cunt. You whimpered, hand reaching for his shoulder and squeezing, encouraging him to continue. He repeated the action, looking up at you from between your legs to watch your eyes flutter before you let your head fall back against the armrest of the couch.

“Can I take them off?” One of his fingers softly brushed against your clit over your panties.

“You can do whatever you want,” and you were only half-joking, so trusting of him and his intentions, “Take them off.”

Damien did as he was told, pulling the fabric down your thighs. He let one of his fingers trail up your slit, letting you coat it with your slick before using it to rub tight circles on your clit.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he had moved himself down the couch, propping himself up on his forearms above your core, and, using the position to his advantage, he licked into you, finally getting a proper taste. You moaned, a breathy sound that pushed all the air from your lungs, and it spurred him on: his tongue fucked into you while he used his finger to massage your clit, grinding his hips into the couch to find friction when you moaned his name.

He removed his finger from your clit, letting it trace over your hole before sinking into you; you let out a sigh of contentment, and he pumped it slowly in and out of you, taking your clit between his lips and sucking, before adding another digit. You mewled down at him, whispers of his name and begs for him to continue his movements, promises of how good you would be for him if he would just, please, let you cum. He moaned at your words, the vibrations shooting through your core, and when he sped up his movements ever so slightly, you were an absolute goner; one last swipe of his tongue over your clit in time with the push of his fingers against your walls had you crying out for him.

You gulped for air, dizzy with satisfaction, and when you looked down at him, he was already staring at you, his face painted with a dopey grin. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you smiled, letting your head fall back on the couch. He climbed up and over you, kissing your forehead.

“You’re pretty when you cum for me,” he rubbed his nose against yours before moving to kiss your cheek, “wanna see you do it again.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, lips brushing against yours and you closed the gap between them; you could taste the sweet edge of your own cum on his tongue.

“Make me.” You whispered against him, and he groaned into the kiss, pushing his hips against yours.

Hesitantly, he broke away, standing to undo his belt and undress. You watched, transfixed, eyes trailing from his collar to his legs. The background noise of the movie rose to a crescendo before falling quiet.

“Baby,” his hand fell over your face, cupping your cheek.

“Mhm.”

“We just missed the decapitation scene.” His words were laced with a faux disappointment, and you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.

“Guess you’ll just have to bide your time until you can find the remote and rewind.” You pulled at his arm, and he crawled back onto the couch, positioning himself above you.

“I mean—if you insist,” he laughed, kissing your neck while he lined himself up with you. The tip of his cock nudged at your entrance and the mood returned to a more serious tone. “Gonna be good for me?” His forehead rested against yours, “Gonna tell me what you need?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, squirming just enough to feel a hint more relief with his cock so close to where you needed it. “Need you, Damien.”

“Good girl.” He pushed into you slowly, letting you adjust to the stretch as he went. Mouth open and eyes squeezed shut at the feeling, he moaned softly when he bottomed out. You clawed at his arms, pulsing around him.

“More,” you pleaded under him.

“Oh my god,” he keened at your words, pushing his hips into yours even further before pulling out to repeat the motion over again; long, languid thrusts filling you up, dropping kisses on any exposed skin you could reach on each other between moans. “Tell me—tell me how it feels, baby.” Damien whispered into the skin of your cheek, his words quiet in your ear.

“It’s so good,” you whined at the drag of his cock against your walls, tip pushing against your most sensitive spots with every roll of his hips. “Want it—harder, please, Damien.”

He gave in to your cries immediately; straightening himself out above you, one arm reaching for your leg to prop it up against his shoulder, he used it as leverage to pull you into him. You yelped, well pleased by the new angle and the deep push of his hips, eyes rolling back when he brushed your cervix.

“Christ, you’re so pretty,” he grit his teeth, growling his words, “You like that, baby? Like feeling me like this?”

Your face contorted into a hazy smile, ragged moans taking the place of a coherent answer to his question. You reached out for him, raising your arms to encourage him to drop back down to your level; he pushed your leg down, and you wrapped it around his waist when he leaned forward to kiss you, engulfing you underneath him. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, trying to capture every inch of your body to bottle in this memory. You whined at the feeling of his stubble on your neck, the vague tickle making you giggle softly into his shoulder before your own moans cut your laughter short. He smiled, hips still driving into you.

“Doing so good, baby, give me one more.” He gave himself the space to snake an arm between your bodies, fingers deftly finding your clit and kneading it to pair with his thrusts. You arched your back, consumed by need, desperate to show him how good he made you feel. He sped up, movements becoming rougher the closer you both got to your highs; he rolled your clit under his finger and you gripped his bicep, nails threatening to break his skin as you came for him.

“That’s right—fuck, that’s my good girl,” He praised you while you trembled under him, cunt squeezing his cock while he drew out your orgasm. “So fucking good, that’s it.” He rambled, mouth agape once more as he hurtled towards the edge; after a few more deep thrusts, he pulled out of you, fisting his cock and spilling over your stomach with a moan of your name. His cum was warm on your skin, mixing with the sheen of sweat that had developed over you.

He slumped over you, leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck while he evened out his breathing; you took deep breaths underneath him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pushing your cheek into the crown of his head.

“That was,” he breathed against your skin, bringing his face to your level, and kissing your nose, “better than a movie.”

“That’s high praise.” You mumbled, letting him press a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I know,” he smiled, a familiar playful glint in his eye, “Don’t you feel honored?”

“So much,” you laughed, “and sweaty.”

He stood up, locating his shirt near the coffee table. He turned back to you, using it to wipe down your stomach and the wet that dripped between your legs, peppering your abdomen with kisses. One of your fingers scooped a spot he had missed on your stomach, and you brought it to your mouth to lick it clean.

“Damien…” you released your finger with a pop, and he returned to his spot on the couch, pulling you up to lean against him. He looked at you, silently pressing you to continue, eyes fixed on your lips, silently hoping you might repeat the action just so he could see it again. “Can we rewind the movie?”

He laughed, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your head. “If you think you can get through it without getting distracted.”

“Mm,” you grunted, pushing yourself further into him, “no promises.”

#damien haas #damien haas fanfiction #damien haas smut #damien haas x reader #damien haas x you #smosh #smosh fanfiction #smosh fic #smosh smut #smoshblr #smosh pit #smosh games #smosh squad

[c1tr1sfl0w3rs]

'My Pretty Wife'

Hey guys! I know it's been a while I've been very busy with school stuff so I haven't had time to write but I had inspiration by a dream :) didnt edit or spell check

18+ MDNI NSFW DARK (DO NOT READ IF YOU DONT LIKE DARK CONTENT!!)

You loved being a housewife, in your pretty sundresses and aprons cooking, baking, cleaning doing your wifely duties that william expected you to do. it got lonely without him though, he was the only person you saw and without him it was just you, alone, you hate being alone. so everyday when your husband came home to you, you're kissing him and wrapped up in his big arms where you belong.

He loved the fact that you needed him, it stroked his ego and warmed his twisted heart. seeing you all pretty in the dresses he picked and bought for you, so desperate for a crumb of his affection, bombarding him with your love. "hi honey did you miss me baby?" your response is muffled into his chest but he hears every word "I always miss you daddy, I'm so lonely without you"

He breaks out into a smirk, he grabs your chin making you look into his handsome face, "I missed you more bunny" he leans into you and kisses you holding both sides of your face, making you breathless, dominating you with his mouth. he can put you into a daze with no effort, everytime he does it makes you drip onto your thighs because william won't let you wear panties under your dresses.

William was so proud how far you've come, how good he's trained you. his precious bunny, from a crying mess in his basement to his perfect pretty wife. breaking your passionate kiss seeing you as putty in his hand, he knew you were ready for the next part of his plan.

Looking into his eyes not a thought in your head. eyes you were scared of not long ago but that was now a fuzzy far away memory. you loved your husband and you would do anything to please just how he liked it.

"Bunny I wanna do something special tonight but I need to know you're ready for this, ready for me." he said moving his hands from your face to your waist. "I'm always ready for you daddy. I belong to you." your responses never fail to give him a smile as he smiles at you again, so big it's almost creepy since it was him though you found it exciting. he only smiled like that when he was gonna make you come so many times that what little you have left of your brain is gone.

"That's what I love to hear honey, I know you get lonely when I'm gone. how about daddy gives his sweet bunny a baby. do you want that sweetheart?" your heart thumping out of your chest, goosebumps erupt over your skin. a baby? you've never thought about kids but you would never be alone again and it would be your and williams baby. head racing a million miles a minute, he wanted a baby with you. he picked you as his wife and now he wants a baby, a family with you. your heart swelled with happiness. you're just as twisted as he is

After a long pause of silence you finally spoke up. "please give me your baby, please I need you daddy." the second those words left your mouth william was kissing you intensely, consuming you and turning you to mush. "I knew you were gonna be a good bunny and take my babies when I first saw you, daddy had to have you baby and I'm so glad I do. my best girl, mine who do you belong to honey?" his words combined with the fact he had now picked you up and was carrying you back to your shared bedroom made you a mess you wondered if he could feel your wetness leaking though his pants with the way your legs wrapped around him. "I belong to you daddy, only you." he places you down on the bed crawling in between your spread legs. sucking on your neck, thumbing your hard nipples through your thin dress. you whimper out a pathetic noise and he snickers then whispers in your ear "beg me to touch you slut, prove to daddy that you need me."

Your hands reach up to grab at his wrists "Ill do anything please touch me, I love it when you touch me" he moves a hand from your chest to your thighs under your skirt, tracing the letters of his name right next to where you need him to touch you. "please don't tease me please touch me."

"My needy bunny" william finally drags a finger through your slit. "baby you're making a mess" as his other hand wraps around your neck you whine pathetically.

he slips two fingers in and thrusts them in and out hitting that perfect spot every time. the louder he makes you moan and cry his name the harder it makes his dick.

"Daddys ruined you for anyone else two seconds and you're a dumb baby humping my hand." he starts rubbing your clit with his thumb and you can feel your orgasm wash over you almost painful with how good he makes you feel. he talks you through it words condescending, fingers pumping. William doesn't stop until you're crying begging him to give you a second. "I thought you could take it honey, you talk a big game for someone crying over two of my fingers. Now lick them clean"

Your mouth takes in his sticky digits, tongue lapping at them. hallowing your cheeks and sucking like you would on him with your teary eyes.

"Damn princess you make me so hard it hurts, lay back now I'm gonna fuck you so good the only thing you'll know is the word daddy." you're quick to do as he says pulling up the skirt of your dress, spreading your legs open. he unbuckles his belt and pulls out his heavy cock. So pretty long thick and leaking all for you.

He pushes into you, legs thrown over his shoulders and starts a rhythm that has you gripping the sheets.

"Oh my- oh daddy please" he moans, William loves having you like this wrapped around him. Vulnerable and the little broken pieces of your soul in his hands.

You'll never feel more pleasure then you feel right now. The power he feels from it is almost better than your sweet little cunt.

Almost, nothing could feel better than you. Soft gummy slick hole all for him. The way you flutter around him when you're about to fall apart like youre doing now. Addicting he could never get enough of you.

"I can feel that you're close honey, come on daddys dick" you come instantly, crying out as he fucks you through it. "Good girl so fucking good for daddy" He fucks you like an animal, chasing his high and overstimulating you. He finishes inside you , pressed flush against him. You feel him soften and think you are gonna sleep like this plugged by him to make sure he gets what he wants but his voice startles you out of your sleepy daze

"Silly bunny were not done yet, you're gonna suck me clean and then I'm gonna fill you with another load just to make sure you give me a baby"

AHHH I HOPE U LIKED IT!! IVE BEEN HAVING BAD BRAIN ROT SINCE I SAW THE MOVIE! Anyways sunny out 🧚‍♀️

#william afton x you #fnaf william afton #fnaf movie #william afton x reader #william afton smut #william afton

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Already Gone || MV1 {6}

Pairing: Max Verstappen x spy!fem!reader Summary: The brief moment of quiet comes to an end when Ferrari go on the attack for retribution. Warnings: 18+ only, oral, smut, violence WC: 2.7k

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You had fired the warning shot and there was nothing to be done but wait and see how Ferrari would respond to their stocks plummeting.

With no races for the next two weeks you had too much spare time that it left you itching to do something, anything. After years of living life on a whim, moving from place to place faster than Max with his DRS, all this time at home was taking some getting used to.

The house was tidy, the laundry was done, you even started to log into the dark web to see if there were any jobs waiting before realising that it wasn’t your job anymore. You were part of a small team that worked under the very loose term of security but reported directly to Christian. With Ferrari scrambling for sponsors to finance their team, it had been relatively quiet for you in recent weeks.

After pottering around in the kitchen you decided it was five o’clock somewhere in the world and broke out the blender. Armed with two cocktails, and nothing left to keep you busy while Max streamed, you made your way upstairs and decided to watch his race with the rest of the Redline team.

You saw his smile grow in the small box in the corner of his screen when he spotted you pass through the doorway behind him and he risked crashing as he steered with one hand so the other could pull you onto his lap.

“I wondered when you would get bored,” he commented as he continued leading the race. 

“It seemed the perfect excuse for some day drinking,” you said as you held his glass up to his lips so he could take a sip as he steered.

“Oh fuck, that’s strong,” he said with a cough before taking another drink anyway.

The chat box started to go crazy with the amount of comments coming through and you scanned over them until one caught your eye and you snorted a laugh.

user1: Max, I hacked your computer and have your sex tape. Pay me €1m or I’ll release it.

“No one can get past my firewalls, but nice try!” you said before you leant towards the camera and childishly poked your tongue out. 

“Babe, babe,” Max called as he shifted around trying to see the screen before his car crashed and he threw his hands in the air, nearly sending the drinks flying. “Ah, come on." His head dropped to your shoulder with a groan before he placed a quick kiss in the same spot. "Gianni says thanks.”

user2: Uh-oh! Someone’s in trouble now. user3: Y/N coming and ruining it for the rest of us.

“I was just giving the other guys a chance to win,” you said for the chat before turning to Max and kissing his cheek, “so your friends will still want to play with you.”

user4: such a mommy thing to say user5: Did everyone else miss the fact Y/N just confirmed they made a sex tape!

Since Max no longer needed his arms to drive, they curled around your waist as he read the comments with you, answering some questions along the way. 

“No, we haven't…well, not on purpose,” he said as he saw the last comment. “I forget how many security cameras she has set up around the house and there’s always new ones, so it just happens.”

user3: Sounds like Y/N is keeping Max in prison. Blink twice if you need help.

His laugh teased your skin as he rested his chin on your shoulder and unplugged his headphones so you could hear Gianni and Diogo teasing him.

“Alright,” he cut them off with a roll of his eyes when they took things too far as always happened. “That's enough internet for one day, I’m going to go and get drunk with my lovely warden.”

“That’s sarcasm, for those about to call the police,” you pointed out as you held his bored face up to the camera. “I know it’s hard to tell with this stoic, handsome face.”

Max chuckled as he closed the platform and you shifted on his lap to get more comfortable. “Are there any videos?”

“Oh, without a doubt,” you confirmed after finishing your drink while you thought of all the places in the house you had gotten carried away with each other. “I haven’t actually checked though, but now I just might. Maybe I can make a video for when you’re away.”

“For you or for me?” he asked as his hands ran up your thighs slowly.

“I might share with you if you ask me nicely.”

The sim chair went sliding back before Max stood up with you in his arms and he navigated the hall to cage you beneath him on the bed. You could taste the gin on his tongue before he trailed his lips down your neck and across your collarbone.

“Is this you asking?”

He hummed his answer against your skin and his fingers popped the button on your jeans. “Nicely.”

“You certainly know how to get your way,” you praised, lifting your hips so he could drag them down your legs before you sat up just long enough to pull your shirt off.

“I learned from the best,” he teased with a wink before he tugged your body to the edge of the bed and fell to his knees between your spread legs. His breath was warm on your thighs and the short hairs that shadowed his cheeks left you writhing before his lips even made contact.

“Maxxxxx,” you whined as he kissed everywhere except where you needed it most.

“Yes?”

You pushed yourself up on your elbows so you could see the smirk on his lips. “This is not my definition of ‘nicely’.”

“Patience, liefje.”

“Patience was never my strongest virtue,” you warned before you used a move that was meant for close combat and ended with Max on his back on the carpet and you straddling his chest. “I want you.”

“I can see that,” he chuckled as his hands gripped your thighs and pulled you higher up his body, lining your centre with his lips. “Impatient little minx.”

You moaned as his tongue finally found your sweet spot after all the teasing and your hips rolled as you buried your hands in his hair and rode his face.

You had never had a lover like him, one that was more focused on your pleasure than his own. One orgasm wasn’t enough, he wanted you weak and overstimulated, your arousal running down his chin as he held your hips tightly so you couldn’t escape his tongue.

Your body was more than wet enough to take him when he kicked his shorts away and you sunk down his hard length. But your cunt was tight from the orgasms and the air left your lungs as he filled you so deeply it was almost to the point of pain.

“Need a moment?” he asked as his thumb reached between your legs and found your clit.

You did but, as he said, you were impatient and planted your palms on his chest as you slowly started to ease yourself up and down his cock. The sounds of your breathing changed as pleasure began to build and Max grinned as he gripped your hips knowing you were ready for more. He shifted beneath you, his knees bending so he could have the leverage he needed before he slammed up into you.

You cried his name out as your bodies slapped together and his strong hands bounced you in time to his thrusts. Every stroke dragged him along your walls that fluttered around him and you swore in ecstasy as his head hit your cervix.

Sweat beaded on your forehead, your legs trembled uncontrollably and you could barely open your eyes when his hold finally eased. There was no way you were going to be able to make it to the bed as you rolled off his body and collapsed to the carpet beside him

You were just about to open your mouth and ask him to drag the bedsheet down to the floor when your smartwatch lit up on your wrist. The alert was for the silent alarm that had been triggered on the perimeter of the property and all the oxytocin and dopamine released thanks to Max was replaced with adrenaline. Strength flooded back to you as you rose to your feet and grabbed a white shirt of Max’s that was close by.

“Lock the door behind me,” you ordered Max with a whisper as he noticed the change instantly. “And call Christian.”

“What’s going on?” he asked, pulling his shorts up as he made his way to the door too.

“Someone’s in the house.” You grabbed his shoulder as he went to step out of the room and pushed him aside. “Do not leave the room until I’m back. This is my job.”

“You’re my girlfriend, I’m not going to let you go alone.”

“Right now I’m your security,” you hissed quietly as you watched the camera feed in the small device, “and I will knock you out if it means keeping you safe.”

He held his palms up and took a step back into the room until you nodded in satisfaction. “Be safe.”

The worry in his tone brought a small smile to your face. “Always.” The door clicked shut behind you before the lock slid into place and the smile faded. It was time to go hunting.

You swiped across the device on your arm, flipping through all the cameras to determine there were three men in the house. They were still on the ground floor and making their way around each corner with the ease of a group that was used to working together.

Pulling Max’s shirt over your body, you wished you had time to at least put on a pair of panties. That was the last thought you spared before gripping the handrail of the stairs and shutting out everything but the task ahead of you. These men would not make it to the stairs, they would not make it to your bedroom, they would not make it to Max.

You timed it perfectly.

The billowing shirt caught the air as you leapt over the handrail and crashed feet first onto the man who had stepped into your path. He was lucky he didn’t look up because Max would have probably killed him for what be would have seen. Instead your heel connected with his head and he was a crumpled heap on the floor before you had even got back on your feet.

“She’s in here! You, find Verstappen and break his fucking hands.”

You dropped your hips low as you spun to face the voice behind you, tucking your head behind your forearms as a fist tried to kiss your cheek. The blow glanced off your arm but the crunch on knuckles on plastic rendered your smartwatch broken.

“Dick,” you growled as you lost the camera feed, and the position of the third asshole who had broken into your home. Angered even more so, you took the offensive and attacked.

The man was well trained as he dipped and dodged your 1-2 combo but he wasn’t expecting the furious headbutt you threw when he stepped in for a body shot. Light exploded behind your eyes as the man stumbled back with a groan before he stabilised himself with the wall.

“You’re a scrapper, aren’t you?” he laughed as he wiped the blood from his forehead before it ran into his eyes.

“Raised in the streets, sweetcheeks,” you smirked. If it wasn’t for the gin and adrenaline your head would probably be aching beyond belief but you couldn’t feel it just yet. “Who hired you?”

“I’m not going to tell you.”

“Worth a try,” you said with a shrug. “At least I know there’s no reason to leave any of you conscious.”

This time when the man attacked you didn’t try to stop him, you let him shove his weight into you and took him with you to the floor. Your knees caught his gut and when the momentum shifted, you pushed up with all your strength and sent him barreling into the solid oak front door. The wood cracked under the hit it took and you waited a moment to see if the man would rise.

A sound of annoyance rumbled from your throat as he tried to crawl on his knees and you shook your head. “You have one hard head, sweetcheeks.”

“Fuck. You,” he spat back, using the door handle to pull himself up.

“No, thanks,” you swung your knee up and knocked the air out of him, satisfied he wouldn’t be trying to get up again when he slumped to the floor. “I have taste.”

A shadow crossed the floor from the other end of the hall and you spun around to see the last assailant darting from the kitchen to the living room. Aiming to cut him off, you took the other archway into the large room and found him armed with a very expensive vase.

“We weren’t interrupting something, were we?” he asked as he eyed up the length of skin showing beneath Max’s shirt and you pulled the material back into place as you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Lucky for you we had just finished. If not, your friends would be dead.”

The vase was a gift from Max’s mother no less, and the man threw it at your head. You were torn between trying to catch it and self preservation but self preservation won as you slid out of the trajectory and it shattered across the living room floor. Shards went flying and Achilles hissed as he shot off the couch with the fright.

That’s when you saw red.

A sound akin to a warcry erupted from you as you ran and tackled the man around the waist, shoving your shoulder into his ribs as you both went down.

“You.” Your fist splattered blood across the carpet as it broke his nose. “Scared.” The skin on your knuckles split with a hard punch to the man’s side. “My.” Your nose wrinkled at the sound of his ribs cracking. “Cat!” You fell back on your heels panting as the man struggled to breathe.

The rapid thumping of feet running down the stairs had you rushing back to your feet thinking there was a fourth intruder but it was Max who skidded around the corner.

“You’re meant to wait for me,” you said as the fight left you exhausted and you swayed on your feet.

His arms were there to catch you and he scooped you off your feet and he kissed your sweaty forehead. “I heard you scream.”

“They scared Achilles,” you said with a wince at the touch and he pulled back, his eyes widening as he saw the swelling of the bruise beginning.

“You’re hurt.” The living room gave way to the kitchen and Max placed you on the countertop as he grabbed the first aid kit from under the bench.

“I might have a headache.”

“Stop being so tough,” he warned as he cracked the rapid ice pack open and placed it to your head. “Brett’s on his way, so is Christian.”

You bit your lip as he wiped your knuckles with disinfectant and the alcohol burned the cuts before he gently wrapped them with gauze.

“Does this mean we have to move?” he asked as he stepped between your legs and took over holding the ice pack in place. It was almost hard to imagine that on the other side of the wall there were three men unconscious when he stood in such an intimate position.

Your head snapped back to look him in the eyes. “No, this is my home. I’ll be damned if I let anyone take that away from me again.”

He swallowed before nodding in agreement. “Okay, then teach me to fight.”

Your eyebrows shot up your forehead and you winced as it sparked fresh pain. “What?”

“This is our home. I’m not going to let you defend it alone, again.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips as the doorbell rang and Brett called out. “This is my fight too.”

“Your fight with Ferrari is out on the track.”

“Not anymore.”

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Chapter Three: Reflections, A Bench and Boardwalk Lights

A/N: I haven't been feeling very sure about my writing lately. Sorry if this sucks. Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie Munson left you behind to chase his dreams before suddenly disappearing. When he shows up 5 years later, will he be able to work his way back into your heart?

Warnings: Discussion of past drug use and addiction, Abandonment, Mention of Heart attack and health issues, Very brief mention of Medication, Cussing, If I missed anything please let me know, 18+ Only Minors DNI

Word Count: 4.5k

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You would hate to admit the amount of time you stood in front of the mirror. 

It had been several hours since you had spoken to Eddie outside the conference room earlier that day. It had been enough time to have the chance to squeeze in a nap, order some room service to fuel yourself, and to call Wayne to check on him. 

You kept the conversation with Wayne short to not reveal the massive shock that you’ve had since being here. You hung up the phone with guilt heavy on your chest. It felt like you were lying to him by not telling him everything but it was for his sake and yours. You thought it would be best to break the news to him about Eddie when you were with him in Hawkins since you weren’t sure how he would take it. 

You didn’t know if you could handle another scare with Wayne.

By the way the conversation on the phone went, it was impossible to tell if you were able to convince him that nothing was wrong and you were having a good time. You had to remember that Wayne was the man that single handedly raised Eddie and was always able to see through his bullshit. 

You applied some more chapstick to your lips. It felt like you were a teenager again. Getting all dolled up to see your crush for a late night rendezvous. If you had a net, you would trap those pesky butterflies that were fluttering about in your gut. 

You hadn’t brought many casual clothes with you on the trip. Just some jean shorts and a t-shirt just in case you did decide to sneak away to the beach while you were here. You were glad you decided to bring them so you wouldn’t have to go down there and meet him in your professional work clothes. That would have been awkward. 

It was just Eddie afterall, the guy who had taken care of you during a violent bout of food poisoning from the restaurant he took you to for your one year anniversary all those years ago. 

If you two weren’t already close after one year, then that surely took care of it. 

Despite the butterflies, you had mentally gone back and forth the whole time you got ready on if you wanted to actually go down to meet Eddie or not. Part of you thought that maybe you didn’t want to hear what he had to say, afraid that it would ruin the vision of Eddie that you had held onto for so many years. Would what you learned tonight destroy all of the sweet memories you two had shared? Prior to the break up things had gone so well. Yeah, Eddie was immature and flighty at times but he always made it up to you in his charming way.  There was no doubt in your mind that you had loved him despite everything. 

You wondered if the years and distance had given your mind a better version of Eddie than he actually was. 

A part of you raged at the thought of leaving this hotel tomorrow morning without giving him a piece of your mind.

You hated having to wonder this, but would he really care if you told him how much he affected Wayne’s health? 

The old Eddie you knew would care. He would be horrified to hear what had happened. In reality though, you didn’t know this new Eddie at all. 

Who was he now? You didn’t see a ring on his finger down at the restaurant but that doesn’t mean you didn’t miss it. Was he married now? Did he have kids? A family? A lot can happen in five years as you were well aware. 

Did he create a whole new life while you were mourning him? 

The reminder that he is now a stranger wearing a familiar face made you decide that you would not go down to talk to him. 

It was after nine o’clock by the time you changed your mind. Again. 

You were running fifteen minutes late and it had taken a lot of back and forth to talk yourself  into leaving the room.

The sandals on your feet echoed against the polished floor as you speed walked to the elevator. What if you had wasted so much time upstairs arguing with your reflection in the hotel mirror that you had missed your one and only chance at answers?

You pushed the lobby button to the elevator repeatedly once you made it inside, hoping that would make it move faster. The elevator jolted as it caught up to your button pushing, making your stomach flip as it descended. 

You practically ran out of the automatic doors when it dinged to let you know you reached the lobby. The poor traction on your shoes caused your feet to go sliding for a moment before regaining your footing and speed walking into the vast room.

The polished man working behind the reception desk gave you a strange look. You gave him one back. This might be a fancy hotel with a lot of business people, but this town was also a beach destination in California. You standing in the lobby clutching your chest and panting definitely wasn’t the weirdest thing he had ever seen. 

The enormous lobby was practically empty except for a few wandering people either coming in or leaving. Your eyes darted back and forth, hoping that Eddie hadn’t left because you were late. 

Finally, you spotted a pair of denim clad legs sticking out from the side of a chair across the room. You shuffled forward, wiping your hands on your shirt to combat the clamminess.

“Eddie?” You asked with a shaky voice, still breathless from your rushing. 

He whipped his head around in the high back chair, trying to get a good look at you. Once he confirmed it was you, he stood quickly. 

“Hey,” he greeted you. He was dressed the same as when you had seen him earlier in the day. It was funny how he looked good dressed up in his waiter uniform but also dressed down like this. The younger version of you, the one that you had been fighting all evening, felt their heart skip a beat. 

“Hey. Sorry I’m late.”

“Yeah. No problem,” he said as he fiddled with the rings on his hands, the same ones from five years ago. “There’s a spot we can go to talk if you want?” He asked as he eyed a few men in suits that walked through the lobby past you. 

“Close by?” You trusted Eddie enough to know he wouldn’t allow you to be harmed, but you weren’t sure about running around the streets at night in a strange city. 

“Yeah, right down the street.” He must have noticed your wariness because then he said, “If that’s okay with you? We can stay here if you want.” 

“No. It’s fine. We can go. Lead the way,” you gestured your arms in front of you, prompting him to show you where to go. 

And with that, you let Eddie lead you out of the hotel. 

The walk to wherever you were going was silent besides the sound of people around you and honking car horns. 

The hotel was located in a busy beach district. You think that’s how these conferences get so many people to come, by promising them a relaxing day at the beach but instead you spend most of your time locked in a meeting room. 

The closer you got to the beach, you could see the pier ablaze with activity. A ferris wheel spun around with bright flashing lights and the smell of popcorn and fried food permeated the air making your mouth water. 

You thought at first that maybe that was where Eddie was taking you to, but instead of ending up on the pier he took you down to the right where a bench sat on the boardwalk. 

The site of the attractions on the pier  made you think of the time you and Eddie had gone to the annual Hawkins carnival. He was so funny then, so lighthearted. Nothing like the quiet anxious stranger that walked tensely beside you. You remember laughing so hard with him that your side would hurt. That night at the fair, he had kissed you when the ferris wheel reached the top. It wasn’t the first kiss you two had shared, but it was the sweetest, the taste of cotton candy and young love melting on both of your tongues. 

You let out a sigh at the thought. Life used to be so simple. Love used to be a hopeful concept to you. Now, you were ashamed to admit you were bitter. You hadn’t been on a real date in forever. Besides the occasional fling, most of your nights were spent with either Lissa or your cat. 

It was dark out, but people still busied around. A few coming and going from the pier while others were on night time walks that were well illuminated by the boardwalk lights.

The ocean was too dark to get a good look at, but you could see the sand glittering like little stars, reflecting the lights around them. You could hear the waves crashing loudly, battling the noises of the tourists around it. 

Eddie sat beside you on the bench, silent for a moment before speaking. “I should have brought you here during the day. I remember back then you always wanted to see the ocean. I didn’t know if you had the chance to go yet or not…” He trailed off. 

“Nope. This is my first time,” you admitted. 

“Sorry,” he apologized. You wanted to ask what for, but you weren’t sure even he knew the reason. “Figured you would’ve come out here with your boyfriend earlier.” 

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. Of course he had to bring up Vance. Vance that you were sure was knocking on your hotel room door by now since you told him you were going to bed early and definitely not going out to meet a certain pretty, long haired waiter. You weren’t shocked when Vance admitted he heard the conversation between you and Eddie when he asked you to meet earlier. After some persuading, Vance had gone out with your boss and a few other coworkers for dinner and he was probably back at the hotel by now. 

Eddie caught on to your eye roll. “What?”

“You haven’t seen me in five years and you're more worried about my boyfriend than me,” you said with a shrug. 

“I just didn’t think that guy would be your type.”

Funny because Vance had said the same thing about Eddie back at the restaurant. You wanted to laugh, but you also didn’t want to let Eddie in on the joke. 

“I guess you don’t know my type anymore, Eddie,” you replied. 

He winced. “Yeah, guess you’re right. How have you been though?”

This time you did let out a laugh. “Cut the bullshit pleasantries, Eddie. Where the hell have you been? We all thought you were dead.”

Eddie took a deep breath of the saltwater air. “It’s a long story.”

“I think we have some time,” you said, not mentioning that you had a morning flight and actually didn’t have that much time. But if you rushed him, he might not give you the whole story. If it came down to it then you would just have to sleep on the airplane. 

“Right, well. You remember when I left Hawkins to come out here to California because that lady at The Hideout promised she could help us make it big?”

You nodded, bitterness brewing in your veins. When he had mentioned her when he was breaking up with you, he had said she promised them the world. Over the years, you wondered if he followed her for more than that. You wondered if there had been something else going on between them when he left. 

“Yeah. That was bullshit,” he started, pulling you out of your thoughts. “We came out to LA and it was okay for a couple of months. Me and the rest of the band were all crashing together and it was a lot of fun. Until we realized that she had stolen our money and took off. The guys headed back to Hawkins after that,” he explained. 

“Wayne called me when that happened. Right before I left school for winter break. He told me all the guys came back to Hawkins because they got scammed but you didn't come with them and it had been a few months without you,” you informed him. 

“I was going to come back with them at first but then I realized how much of a disappointment I would be if I did. I figured I could stay out here for just a few months longer and give it a shot on my own. But that didn’t work out..” he trailed off. 

“Why didn’t you call and tell anyone that? You could have at least written a damn letter. Like I just said, we thought you were dead,” you said harshly. His excuses weren’t good enough for you. 

“The plan always was to make it big and come back and get you. I need you to know I really planned on coming back for you. To me it wasn’t a break up, I just needed to focus on making all of our lives better. I watched Wayne struggle with bills all of the time and you were so damn responsible for the both of us. I didn’t want to hold you back anymore and that’s exactly what would have kept happening if I stayed. It wasn’t fair to either of you for me to sit around and do nothing anymore. It had been on my mind a lot at that time so when we got the offer I jumped on it. I thought I would get all this money and I could prove to you and Wayne that I wasn’t stupid after all,” he let out a dry laugh that told you what he was thinking wasn’t funny at all. “When it became pretty obvious I wasn’t getting anywhere and I was about to call it quits and come home, I got mixed up with a bad crowd in LA.”

You wanted to tell him that he was never stupid. He was creative, smart, and wonderful. But your mind couldn’t get past what he meant by getting in with a bad crowd. 

“How bad of a crowd?”

“Drugs,” he admitted after a brief silence, searching your face to see your reaction. 

Your heart sunk all the way to your gut while your blood chilled. You couldn’t tell if it was the ocean breeze causing you to shiver or the heaviness of what he was telling you. Eddie noticed your goosebumps and stripped off his leather jacket, handing it over for you to slip on. You didn’t fight him on it. The warmth felt so good surrounding you when you put it on. 

Eddie had dealt drugs back in Hawkins but that was just weed. He never messed with anything else. 

“What kind of drugs?” you asked, your voice shaking from your shock. 

“I don’t really want to get into that. They aren’t important any more.” 

You nodded, allowing him to start talking again. He seemed okay now but if it was that bad for him that he couldn’t come home, then what all did he go through out here?

“I’m clean now,” he said quickly. He must’ve seen where your thoughts were going. 

“I’m proud of you. And I’m so sorry you went through that. I just want you to know neither me or Wayne thought you were a disappointment. We just wanted you to come back.” And you meant it. Eddie looked at you like he didn’t believe it but then you saw it, the hint of sadness in his eyes. You wondered how long it had been since someone told him they were proud of him.

“It was bad for a few years. I didn’t realize how bad it was until one day I saw this damn ladybug.” 

“A ladybug?” You asked, not following what he was talking about. 

“Remember that one time we were sitting out on the picnic tables by the trailer?  You were trying to get me to study for some test. And I told you it didn’t matter because I was going to fail anyways? Well right after I said that, a ladybug landed on my nose. I tried to squash it but you yelled at me and told me it was supposed to mean goodluck.”

You nodded, vaguely remembering that day. It was funny seeing Eddie flailing from a harmless little bug. 

“I saw a ladybug and it made me think of you,” he admitted sheepishly. “I remembered what you said and I took it as a sign. I guess it kind of brought me back to reality a bit. After that, my buddy I had met when I first got here helped me get clean, get a job, and basically that’s what I’ve been doing since,” he explained like it was that simple. It was not that simple. 

“How long have you been clean?” You asked, scared to know the answer. 

“A little bit over a year,” he admitted. “I’ve been working at the hotel restaurant ever since.”

You weren’t sure what to say. You were angry that Eddie had gone through that, but also so proud that he made it out. 

Eddie took your speechlessness as a sign to keep going. “I still didn’t call after that because I didn’t want you or Wayne to know what I did and what I got into. I figured you would think that I just started over out here. I didn’t want you to think I was dead, but I also didn’t want to admit how much of a god damn failure I am. And I remembered how mad you were at me and how much I hurt you and I thought that you would just be better off without me in your life at all. ”

“You are not a failure.” You shook your head forcefully. “When you didn’t come back I blamed myself. I am so mad at you still, Eddie. I would’ve come down here in a heartbeat and helped you.”

Guilt pounded at you. There were times you had been hard on Eddie to get his shit together. You didn’t realize you were hurting him instead of helping him. 

You couldn’t help but feel like this was all your fault. 

Eddie sighed, leaning his head back and looking at the sky before he shook his head at your words. “I know you would have but you didn’t need to see me like that. You still have every right to be mad at me though.”

“I know.” You sighed. 

Eddie smiled at your answer. “I couldn’t believe it when I saw you at that table. I couldn’t believe that you were here. After all this time going back and forth on whether or not to go home and you just show up here.” He shook his head in disbelief. “I knew you’d be successful. I mean, what’ve you been up to? What’s your life like now?”

You shook your head, becoming angry again because this whole conversation he hasn’t asked about the one person who is supposed to be the most important to him. “You’re not even going to ask how your uncle is doing?”

Eddie sputtered for a moment. “Do you know how Wayne is doing?”

You looked back at him wide eyed. “What do you mean? Of course I know how Wayne is doing. Who do you think has been taking care of him since you left?”

It was a low blow. And Wayne didn’t exactly need taking care of. But it was still the truth. Eddie left and you stepped up to the plate. 

“What do you mean taking care of him? Is he alright?” Eddie sounded frantic now as he leaned closer to you. 

“He’s fine,” you said calmly. “But he’s got some health issues now.”

“Like?”

You fumbled, not sure how to break the news to Eddie. “About a year and a half after you disappeared, I got a phone call in the middle of the night because Wayne decided he was going to drive out to LA and find you himself without telling anyone. He made it all the way to Colorado before he had a heart attack on the side of the road. It was mild. He’s fine. I get him his medicine once a month. I make sure he goes to all of his doctors appointments. He had to cut back hours at the plant so I help him with his bills even though he fights me on it every time. I even tried to get him to move to Indianapolis to be closer to me just in case but he won’t because he’s afraid if you come back you won’t know where to find him and I just-” The strange look on Eddie’s face made you stop your rambling. 

“You do all of that for him?” His voice was breathy like he couldn’t believe it. 

“Of course I do. I wasn’t just going to abandon him too.”

Eddie nodded sadly as he processed your words, knowing that you weren’t wrong. “Does he know?”

“No. I talked to him earlier to check on him but I couldn’t tell him over the phone. I have to do it gently.”

Eddie dropped his head in his hands from shame.“I don’t know how to thank you for taking care of him when I couldn’t. I’ll make it up to the both of you, I promise. I didn’t want anyone to get hurt more than they already were. He’s really okay though?” He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. You could see the tears shining in his eyes, illuminated from the lights around you. 

“He just needs to take it easy, but you know how he is,” you admitted with a shrug. 

“I really thought he would be okay without me…”

“He is okay. He just misses you, Eddie. Promise me if you make things right with him that you won’t just disappear and break his heart all over again. I don’t think he can take it.” 

You wanted to add that you couldn’t take it if he broke your heart again too. But he didn’t owe you anything. 

“I won’t. I promise I’ll make it right. Seeing you here was the sign I needed. I’ll fix this…” He trailed off looking at you with a thoughtful expression. “Besides taking care of Wayne, tell me about your life now,” he requested. 

So you did. You told him about your job. Your best friend, Lissa, and your cat, Junie, that had the attitude of a teenager. You told him about your apartment in Indianapolis that you might have to give up to move back to Hawkins eventually to be closer to your parents and Wayne. You told him that you were trying to get a promotion at work, hence why you came on this trip anyways. And lastly, you told him that Vance was not your boyfriend. 

“Wait so that asshole that kept touching you last night was not your boyfriend?” He asked incredulously. 

“No. Just a coworker that can’t take a hint.” You shrugged. 

Eddie shook his head, his jaw tensed and hands in fists on his lap. “You want me to talk to him?”

“I have to work with him. You’ll just make it worse. Besides, don’t you have a girlfriend out here or something?” 

Eddie looked at you confused. That question had really come out of nowhere. “Of course I don’t.”

You hated to admit you were surprised but also relieved. “What about that lady that you followed out here? You two never had a thing?” You hated how forced your nonchalance sounded. You knew he could read right through it. 

Eddie let out a laugh. “Baby, no. There was never anything like that. I did tell you she was like sixty years old right?”

Baby. He had called you baby. A jolt traveled through your heart at his words. Did he really mean it when he said it or was it just a cruel slip of the tongue? 

“No,” you admitted slowly. 

Eddie shook his head. “It was just business until she stole from us. Nothing more. I promise.”

You looked down at the ground instead of saying anything else. 

“When do you leave?” He finally asked. 

“I have a flight in the morning,” you said, looking at him to see what he would say. 

“Shit. And it’s getting late. I’ll walk you back,” announced before reluctantly standing, sticking his hand out for you to grab and pull yourself up.

The walk back wasn’t as silent as the walk there. You both moved slowly, neither of you wanting to admit that you didn’t want the night to end. Eddie took his time pointing out which stores were scams and which ones he had funny stories about. He also told you how to get to his apartment from the hotel even though you would never have the chance to go there. You felt like he was telling you just in case. 

 There was something between you and Eddie that you couldn’t deny. It was obvious that five years hadn’t healed you like you thought it would. Especially since you were able to intensely feel all of the emotions you had been locking away by just being near Eddie for a short amount of time. 

You wondered if Eddie could feel it too. The spark in the air that was mixing with the salt water. You were still pissed at the situation but you wanted to understand what he went through. You wanted to be patient with him like you used to be before the world gave you a hard shell. 

Eddie escorted you back up to your hotel room, letting you know he’ll be fine walking back to his apartment alone.  You both paused in front of the room door, neither of you sure what to say next. You stripped off his jacket, handing it back to him even though you wanted to keep it forever. 

You were about to ask him the question, the big ‘now what?’

But before you could, Eddie had pulled you into a bone crushing hug. You were shocked, at first, but found yourself breathing him in and leaning into his embrace. 

“I miss you,” he whispered into the side of your head. His breath blowing over the sensitive skin of your neck gave you chills.

“I miss you too,” you admitted softly. 

He pulled back, taking another look at your face like he was trying to memorize every feature. 

“Do you want to come inside for a little bit?” You asked softly, not ready for the night to end. 

You braced yourself for what he might say.

Your heart fluttered when he said yes. 

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Rockstar's Daughter (eddie munson x fem!reader one-shot)

Summary: Pulling Eddie into your responsibility-less dreamland, you get upset when he has to leave you to get back to 'reality'. When he comes back with a surprise for you, you grant him a very special reward.

Contents: 18+! smut, mature language, oral (m receiving), p in v sex (unprotected), creampie, dead rockstar father, porn with plot. Takes place in early 2000s, eddie and r in their early 20s. a/n: Yesterday was my birthday so I spent my lazy morning today writing this for you guys! I also hit 200 followers yesterday- which is exceptionally cool and soso crazy because I only started posting less than a month ago. Thank you for all the interactions on my other stories, I would love for feedback so I can write more of what you guys like! Ty again and enjoy!! This is inspired by the movie Uptown Girls, which is my favourite movie ever (thus the username lol). wc: 4.2k+

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“What? You wanted to fuck the rockstars daughter so you could go home and tell all your little friends? Is that it?” You spit, crossing your arms over your chest.

“No! That’s not— that’s not what I was trying to do.” He says, pulling the hem of his shirt down before untucking his hair from the neckline.

“So what were you trying to do?” You ask, watching as he pulls his shoes on. He finishes putting them on, omitting from tying them before standing up straighter, placing both of his hands on your shoulders. He looks into your eyes deeply and you can tell he’s trying to choose his words wisely. 

“I like you. I just— I can’t live in your dreamland. I have 4 gigs this week and I already missed practice. Plus, I have a meeting tomorrow and I haven’t prepared for it at all, and I haven't even had a chance to call my band mates back.” He says, growing more uptight as he continues in his long list of abandoned responsibilities.

“Leave.” You say, shrugging his grip off. His eyes flash hurt before his mouth presses shut firmly, clenching his jaw. He brings a hand to his face, rubbing at his chin before opening his mouth again. 

“I just need to go back to the real world for a few days, sorry I can’t stay here and live in your fairytale forever.” He says, adding too much attitude and contest for your liking. 

You cross the apartment, opening the front door, motioning with your arm for him to leave. 

Closing the distance between the two of you, he stops in front of you, eyes meeting yours once again. 

“I’ll call you.” He says, features turning soft. 

“Don’t bother, I would hate to taint your sense of reality.” You retort.

“I’ll call you.” He says firmer. He steps forward, pressing a kiss to your cheek before looking at you. You don’t say anything in response. 

With a soft nod, Eddie leaves and you shut the door behind him with a long sigh. 

You met Eddie at a party. Running in the music crowd because of who your father was, your friend is a music producer and manager. He had found Eddie at some dingy dive bar performing and swore up and down that his band was gonna be the next best thing in music and because of that, he brought Eddie along to the party to introduce him to Reggie Records, owner of big time music label, RR Music.

As soon as you saw Eddie, you knew you had to have him. There was just something about him that demanded your attention and once he had it, there was no losing it. 

Then before you knew it, he was over at your apartment.

It was 4 days of uninterrupted time with Eddie. He calls it a ‘dreamland’ or a ‘fairytale’, you call it life. Life is precious and gone in a blink of an eye, you’re gonna live your life how you want to.

Your father was a rockstar. After a fatal accident, he became nothing more than a memory. A memory that left you, young and broken hearted, stranded amongst a crowd of grownups, forcing you to grow up. 

Growing up was too scary though, so you never did. Through your childhood and into your teen years, you daydreamed about running away, living amongst other dreamers with no responsibilities where nothing could hurt you. When you were off on your own, you got your apartment and turned it into your sanctuary. A place where you could live happily ever after.

You get where Eddie’s coming from. Your friends never fail to tell you how disconnected you are, but it’s easier this way. It’s easier to live in a world where all you have to do is hang out with friends, shop, order in, and call maid services. But all that aside, the easiest thing was the last 4 days you spent with Eddie. With your intuition never faltering, he’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more. And that’s why the fight transpired when he finally had to face reality and leave you behind. 

He left you in your dreamland. Left you to return to your responsibility-less life, fantasizing through your days and partying through your nights. A rockstar's daughter through and through, just without the rockstar father.

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You’ve spent the last week and a half groveling in your own pity. Your friend had come over to cheer you up but she ended up mostly just nagging you about cleaning up and doing something else besides wasting your time away, hung up on a boy. 

You had given yourself a pep talk that morning, vowing to drop him from your mind. You took a shower, got ready and were about to leave your apartment for the first time in a week when your phone ringing interrupted you. 

“Hey, it’s Eddie.” His low voice vibrating on the other end of the line.

“Eddie who?” You say, remembering how he said he’d call, yet it took him 11 days to do so.

“Don’t be like that.” 

“Eddie who?” You say harshly. 

“Munson.” He says with a deep sigh. 

“Oh, the Eddie who lives in ‘the real world’?” You retort.

“Sure.” He says, sighing again. “Listen, I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner?”

“Why?” 

“I told you, I like you.” He says and your heart patters in your chest. You pause, gathering your thoughts. Sure, you spend the last almost 2 weeks of your life wallowing in your own self-pity over him, but you’re not about to let him off the hook like that just because he says he likes you.

“You got a funny way of showing it.” You say, lamely.

“So dinner? Tonight? How’s 7 sound?” He proceeds, ignoring your comment entirely. 

“Eddie—.” You start but he interrupts you. 

“I’ll pick you up. We can go to that place near you that we ordered from, the one you said you like.”

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A knock at the door pulls you away from your vanity. You’re infamously running late as usual, which normally you’d feel no particular way about, but since Eddie already thinks you’re living in some made up fantasy world, you're struck with a sense of embarrassment. 

“Hey, beautiful.” Eddie greets as you open the door.

“Eddie.” You say indifferently.

“I would ask if you’re ready but…” he laughs, motioning up to the roller in the front of your hair and down to the dressing robe you’re wearing. 

“Eddie, I’m running a little late, please hold off on the hurtful jokes.” You say, widening the door for him to come in.

“No jokes, got it.” He says, pulling you into him with a hand around your waist, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

With your belly dipping in nerves, when he lets you go you turn around, walking back to your room. Silently, he trails along after you, taking a seat on your bed. 

“We got an ETA?” He asks.

“No jokes I said.”

“S’not a joke, pretty girl, it’s a question.” He says, smiling at you through your vanity mirror. His smile spreads from ear to ear, his eyes twinkling in the lowlights of your room. 

“You’re in a good mood.” You say, pulling the rollers out of your hair. 

“We’re celebrating tonight.” He says, sitting up straighter, eyes still glued to your reflection.

“Celebrating?” You question, turning in your seat to look at him directly rather than just through the mirror.”

“We got signed.” He says, dimples setting deep on his cheeks. 

“Seriously?” You exclaim, feeling your heart skip a beat. Eddie smiles bigger and you can’t help your own smile spreading on your face. 

“Seriously. We had the meeting yesterday, and it went fan-fucking-tastic.” He smiles, eyes beaming with excitement. “Then they called this morning and sent over the paperwork. We’re signed.” 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You shriek, standing up and bounding for him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you hug him with all your force, pressing your chest to his. 

“Between ‘Eddie who?’ and ‘Eddie who lives in the real world’, it didn’t exactly fit into the conversation on the phone.” He laughs, buckling under your weight and falling back onto the mattress. 

“Are you kidding? You got signed, Eddie, that fits into every conversation.” You say, pulling back to look at him, gleaming with your own excitement. “I’m so happy for you.” You say, pressing a kiss to his lips. 

“Thank you.” He mutters shyly. “So that’s why we’re celebrating.” He says excitedly, still smiling when you pull back to look at him again.

“And you wanted to celebrate with me?” You ask, pouting, your lower lip jetting out.

“Absolutely, which reminds me, I have something to show you.” He says, shifting under you, pulling a CD out of his jacket.

“A CD?” You question curiously, still smiling. 

“Yeah… the day after I left here, we had a meeting and they wanted something different— you know, to hear some diversity in our sound.” He says, eyes flickering down to the CD in his hands, nervously fumbling with it. “I had already kind of started working on this the night before, and… this is the song that got us signed.” He says, exhaling before redirecting his gaze back to you with a shy smile. You raise your brows.

“New song?” You ask quietly, feeling a buzz of excitement but winding it back due to Eddie’s growing shy nature. 

“New song.” He confirms, smile deepening. 

You take the CD from him, sitting us quickly and rushing to your CD player on the shelf. He follows after you, leaning against your dresser while you start up the disc.

“Now, before you start it, I think I should tell you the name of the song.” He says playfully, a hint of a sly taunt in his voice, shyness put on the back burner.

“Okay, tell me the name.” You laugh. 

“Rockstar’s Daughter.” 

Your jaw drops in surprise.

“It’s about me?” You ask, eyes going wide.

“The one and only.” He smiles.

Throwing yourself in Eddie’s arms, squeezing him tightly around his neck, he squeezes you back around your waist. 

“Okay, okay. Play it, I want you to hear it.” He laughs. You keep squeezing him so he turns, stepping you both closer so that he can hit play on your CD player.

Still hanging off of Eddie, music trickles from the CD player. It starts off slow, with a gentle acoustic guitar, way different from everything else he’s played you. 

When the lyrics come in, you are nearly swept clean off your feet from Eddie’s gentle voice. It’s a ballad, working up as the song builds on. 

When the words 'Rockstar's Daughter’ sing out, you point to yourself, cheeks tight with your smile being so big. 

“Me?” You whisper to Eddie.

“You.” He whispers back with a nod. You squeeze him tighter in your arms. 

The lyrics continue, listening intently, and you laugh when he starts describing your ‘fairytale dreamland’ and how he wants to stay there forever.

The song starts to build up and so does the beating of your heart. Looking at Eddie, his eyes are bubbling with amusement, sparkling as he watches you. Your eyes trailing lower, his lips are plump and inviting. 

You squeeze him tighter once again before bringing your lips to his. 

You kiss him fervently, all of your happy emotions bubbling up at once. He brings his hand up to your jaw, his mouth working against yours with just as much passion. Opening your mouth, he’s quick to lick into you, tongue gentle at first as it caresses yours.

“I love the song.” You mumble against his mouth. You feel his lips turn up at the corners.

“It’s not even done yet.” He says, laughing softly, returning to the kiss immediately. You continue kissing him until it comes to an end, music fading out.

“Restart it.” You mumble, when the song stops completely. 

Still kissing you, Eddie turns your body as he attempts to restart the song. His mouth falters against yours for a moment while he figures out your CD player, but he eventually gets it, the track restarting from the top.

You pull away from him, hitting the little loop button before grabbing his hand and pulling him to the edge of your bed.

You seamlessly untie your dressing robe, letting it fall to the floor, revealing your naked body.

Eddie’s eyes widen, his jaw slacking as his eyes roam over you.

“Thought you didn’t like my ‘fairytale dreamland’?” You tease.

“Never said that.” He replies, swallowing thickly.

You bring your hands to his shoulders, pulling his jacket down from the collar, letting it drop to the floor.

“You kind of did.” You reply.

“I love your little world here in your apartment. I would stay in it forever if I could.” He says, eyes flickering to yours. You grasp onto the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and when he lifts his arms you pull it over his head. His hair cascades down, resting back onto his bare shoulders as you drop the material to the floor.

“You could.” You reply, hands trailing over his chest.

“I wouldn’t have written this song if I stayed.” He replies, bringing a hand to your cheek, holding it tenderly, warm eyes staring into yours.

“The song’s pretty good.” You say, hearing his voice sing in the background of your conversation.

“Pretty good?” He smiles, raising a brow. 

“Really good.” You smile back.

“Good. I’m glad you like it.” He says. You let your eyes trail down his face again, traveling further downwards until stopping at his tattoo over his heart. 

“I love it.” You whisper, pressing a chaste kiss to the edge of the inked design. 

“S’all for you. Every word.” He says, weaving his hand into your hair gently. You press more kisses onto his chest, traveling back up until you're kissing up his neck.

“I love every word of it.” You whisper, punctuating your sentiment with a wet kiss under his ear. You let your hands fall to his belt line, taking the cold metal into your grip, working at getting it open.

“I missed you. It’s hard out there in the real world.” He says teasingly. You smile, pulling away from his neck to look at him.

“Really? You should bring me out there sometime.” You tease back.

“Was trying to, but uh— don’t know if we’ll make it to dinner now.” He says, lowering his eyes to where your hands have paused on his belt.

You pull the buckle loose, undoing his pants before he dips his face to you, pressing kisses along your cheek, down your jaw, craning his neck to press kisses all the way down to your collarbone.

You pull him by the loops of his pants closer to the bed, making him sit on the edge before you pull at his pants. He lifts his hips, allowing for you to tug them down and discard them on the floor, his boxers following suit.

You settle on your knees in front of him and the song restarts from the beginning again.

“You gonna make me listen to my own song?” He laughs.

“Listen to your own song while I suck your dick? Yes.” You say keeping an air of innocence in your voice, all while looking up at him through your lashes.

“Really?” He laughs again, eyes fanning from your face down to where your hands connect with his thighs. 

“You wrote it about me, I can do whatever I want with it.” You purr. You take his hardening cock in your hands, running your fist down it before kitten licking the tip.

“Fuck— yeah you can.” He groans, his length kicking up under your grasp. You spit on the head, spreading the wetness downwards.

When he’s wet enough, you bring your fist up and down before bringing your mouth back to his length, pressing a kiss right onto the flushing tip.

“Missed you, Eddie.” You say sweetly, taking the tip into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you suck gently as first.

“Shit, missed you too.” He gasps, voice getting strangled in his chest. You swirl your tongue around his tip before flattening it, taking him further into your mouth.

You twist your wrists, running your hands up and down his length, bobbing your head shallowly. He’s quickly a moaning mess in your grasp, and you feel yourself growing hotter, clenching your thighs for relief.

You remove one hand, taking him deeper in your mouth and he brings his hand to the side of your face, pushing your hair out of the way. You lean into his hold and he gets the hint, guiding you up and down.

You pull up, taking a breath, strings of spit still connecting you to him, before diving back down. You remove your second hand from his length, relaxing your throat and letting him glide right in, his hand on your head holding you there, his cock pressed against the back of your throat.

“F-fuck. Feels so good, baby.” He groans, eyes squeezing shut. His hand lets up on the back of your head just as you feel your lungs tightening, and you rise sputtering for air, catching your breath.

“Wanna ride you, Eddie.” You whine, unable to ignore the pulsing of desire between your legs for any longer.

“C’mon baby. Come ride me.” He says breathily, offering you a hand up. As you rise, he pulls you onto the bed before using his arms to scootch himself to the headboard, leaning against it. 

He offers you his hand and you take it, stabilizing yourself as you swing your leg over his hips.

Moving your hand to his chest, you use your other hand to guide his length to your entrance. 

Sinking down onto him, a harmonized moan leaves both of your lips, the soft strum of the song restarting once again still playing in the background. 

“Fuck, baby. Gonna write a song about your pussy next.” He groans lowly, making you laugh softly.

“Yeah? What’re you gonna write about it?” You ask, through a heavy breath.

“How fucking good it is. So tight, hugging my cock so perfectly.”

“Can't wait to hear it.” You moan, as you lift your hips from his, lowering yourself back down slowly.

“Your pussy was made for me. S’fucking perfect.” He says, bringing his hands to your hips, helping you continue to lift yourself off of him.

You start at a slow pace, working yourself up and down, taking his full length right down to his base. You feel your belly grow antsy, needing more, and you start grinding yourself against him after each sink, your clit rubbing perfectly against him.

“Fuck, Eddie. Your cock feels so good, fills me up so good.” You moan out, dropping your head to rest against his chest. With one arm, he pulls you closer to him. He lifts you enough for his hips to shift under you, helping you by meeting you halfway with each of your movements as your legs start to grow tired.

You keep going, thighs pushing you up and down on his cock until they burn, aching for relief. His hips make up for your tiredness, still continuing to buck up into you. 

“Want me to take over, baby? Fuck you just how you like it?” He rasps, hand rubbing up and down your back as his hips start to slow.

“Please, Eddie. Need you to.” You whimper.

He helps you lift up off of him. Taking your hips in his hands, he starts moving you to shift onto your hands and knees but you place a hand over his chest, motioning for him to pause. Over the four days at your apartment, he discovered that he could pull the best orgasms from you like that, but you stop him, wanting to be on your back this time.

“Want to see you, Eddie.” You say, voice coming out in a whine. 

“Whatever you want, pretty girl.” He says, pressing a kiss to your lips. His mouth works against yours as he helps you lower to the bed, head hitting the pillow softly as he hovers over you.

When he pulls away from the kiss, he maneuvers your legs, taking them in his hands by your knees, hiking them up as you spread them out for him. 

“Look at your pretty pussy. You look so beautiful laid out like this for me.” He whispers huskily.

“Better write that down for your new song.” You whisper back, making his lips quirk up into a smile, huffing softly. 

He brings his hand down to your core, letting his thumb stroke the expanse of your slit, stopping at your clit.

“So fucking wet too.” He says under his breath. 

“All for you, Eddie.” You whisper, canting your hips for more friction. 

He starts rubbing his thumb in little circles on your clit making you gasp.

“Please, Eddie. Need you inside.” You whine, hips bucking as he presses harshly on your clit just to watch you squirm. 

“Perfect pussy.” He groans under his breath, taking his glistening cock in his hand, lining up with your sopping hole.

When he pushes in, you hum happily feeling him stretch you open. 

He presses into you deeply, knowing exactly how you like it already. The head of his cock drags against your sweet spot as he pulls out and it has you chorusing moans, accompanying the build up of his song still playing in the background. 

“Sound so pretty, baby.” He rasps, breath catching in his throat as he pushes back into you quicker, balls slapping against your ass.

“You sound so pretty.” You breathe, starting to get lost in the pleasure but trying to hold onto the faint singing of his voice coming from across the room. 

You feel your belly start to tense, and when he returns his thumb to your clit your breathing turns into harsh little pants.

“Just like that, Eddie. Feels so good.” You whimper.

His thrusting continues, getting faster and harder, building up with the volume of your moans. Your belly grows impossibly tight, euphoria threatening to spill. 

The sounds of his skin slapping against yours binds perfectly with the gentle instruments in the song, perfectly complimenting the moans and whimpers coming from Eddie as he pounds into you. 

You feel yourself getting close and rapture quickly boils over, not even giving you a chance to tell Eddie. 

Every beautiful cascading symphony slowly fades in your ears as your pleasure bursts, tightened belly exploding with ecstasy, all thoughts leaving your head as Eddie carries you through your orgasm. 

“Fuck— fuck. Just squeezing my cock, baby.” He groans, thrusts starting to go sloppy. “Gonna cum, g-gonna—” He grunts, cock pressing deeply into you as his cum shoots inside, painting your walls pearly white. His hips jerk and stutter as he works himself through his own orgasm, and you slowly recover from your own.

When his hips come to a halt, you reach out your arms, beckoning for him to come to you, to press his chest to your own and feel his body on top of yours. He complies, arms caging around you, lowering himself as gently as he can.

As soon as he settles against you, the crescendo of the song in the background comes to an end, fading to silence, like a perfectly timed soundtrack. 

When it restarts again, you can’t help but laugh.

“I love my song.” You say, exhaling with a happy sigh. 

“Fuck— can’t wait for you to hear the next one I’m gonna write.” He laughs softly.

You hum quietly to yourself feeling beyond content. If this is some fairytale dreamland, so be it. You have a beautiful man here with you, writing you lovey ballads. 

“You doing anything the next couple of days?” He asks, popping his head up from your chest.

“Why?” You ask, a smile already rising on your lips.

“Gotta a few days off until we start recording more stuff.”

“Yeah?” You question, willing him to continue. He uses his arms to push himself up enough to see you better.

“I was thinking…” He starts, brows rising to hide under his messy bangs. “If you’ll have me, I’d love to spend them with you? Maybe we can go out and do stuff too? Like the date I wanted to take you on?” He says, voice going timid and smile turning sheepish as he progresses in his proposal. 

You purse your lips, letting your eyes wander the room as you pretend to think it over. When you focus back on Eddie, his eyes bleed a faint nervousness.

“I’m going to keep that song on repeat, just so you know.” You say, grinning as you look up at him. He smiles back, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Does fairytale dreamland have a new soundtrack?” He teases. 

“Yes.” You reply firmly, before pulling him to your lips, kissing him.

Not only does fairytale dreamland have a new soundtrack, it seems to have a new willing resident too.

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Medicinal Purposes

FRANKIE MORALES X F!READER

RATED E 18+

WORD COUNT: 2400

A/N: Okay so this is a little different for me. And my first collaboration! I had a headache and started thinking Frankie thots.

So while sharing my thots on discord @flightlessangelwings showed interest in writing, so we collaborated. With Jey's help the smut is very hot, and a little more explicit than my usual. Thanks m'dear for writing with me!! 💚

Did you know migraine pain can be alleviated by anything that gets your motor running down below?That's right! Hanky panky, masturbation, an erotic story or daydream can help.

🤓here's the science:

Many migraines are caused by or in part by the constriction of blood vessels in your head (this is way hot showers/baths and heating pads can help), but when we get aroused blood travels where? Down to our nethers!

SUMMARY: Your friend Frankie helps elevate your migraine pain in an unorthodox way. It's fingering, that's the unorthodox way. Oops

WARNING: migraine, blindfold, fingering, unprotected PiV (for the love of fantasy!)

It was day 3. 

You were ready to do anything to get some relief… but in the end, you just cried, flopping face down on the couch, a bucket nearby.

You had gone through all your usual methods- the meds, neti pot, shower, ice pack, and heating pad, both at the same time strategically located on different areas of the body. There was another thing you had tried, but today you were just exhausted by this time to give it another try. 

As you lay in your puddle of misery, you heard wheels crunch on the stone driveway. Who was here? Now? Oh, you had forgotten with all the-

Frankie swung wide the door and called your name- well, half your name. He stopped when he heard you wince. He'd walked into what was once your bright and airy living room, now like a cave, the window curtains were drawn and the a/c was on, keeping it dark and cool… there was no music coming from the speaker in the kitchen as usual … he realized it was a migraine day. 

"Oh hermosa, I'm so sorry," he whispered, pulling out his phone and texting the guys to cancel game night.

"What can I do?"

You looked up, looking disheveled and peaked with bloodshot and watery eyes.

"Stick an ice pick through my temple, maybe?" 

Your eyes welled again.

"Hey, no, no," Frankie knelt beside you, rubbing your back as he took in the detritus of failed attempts to alleviate the pain, medication bottles, water bottle, tea cup, essential oils, heating pad, warmed-over cold pack, and the vomit bucket, "Lemme help you." 

He quickly cleaned up the coffee table and the bucket. He came back to your side, kneeling on the floor beside the couch with his brows knit in worry.

"What can I do? Run a bath?"

"I've taken two showers and had a bath, I'm waterlogged," you pouted. 

"Well, what about that weird stretch you do?"

"I've done it over and over, I'm just so tired, Frankie it's been three days. Three. Days."

"Is there anything you haven't done?"

There was, but again it took effort and energy that you didn't have left. And it was not something your friend… your friend that you… well, it's not something he could help with. 

Frankie knows you. He could see there was something. 

"Tell me."

"I- well, I did try, yesterday,” you sighed, “But it takes effort- I just don't have…"

Frankie's knee bumped something, he looked down and saw an item he missed in his hasty clean-up. A small vibrator.

 Oh.

"Hermosa, does, um," he swallowed, not sure he should go there. You were one of his oldest and closest friends. Of course, he had always wished, well it didn't matter what he wished. He swore under his breath.

"Does masturbation help?" His ears and neck were the first to go, he was sure he looked like a beet. 

Your hands went to your face, as it heated too. 

"Yes," you said in the tiniest voice he had ever heard from you.

"It didn't work this time?"

You shook your head, "I haven't, I was just so tired and frustrated… it reqi-." You buried your face in the pillow, muffling the last bit.

"Requires?" Frankie inched closer, helpfully.

You lifted your head a centimeter, "patience… and effort." And then your face went back into hiding.

Frankie looked at you on your belly in a jersey nightshirt, the back of your thighs on display.

"I'm patient," he murmured softly, boldly placing his hand on your thigh just above the back of your knee, awaiting permission. The shiver that went up you, came with a zing of endorphins. Frankie felt it too. The moment silence spun out and stretched and then from your pillow, he heard a muffled, "okay".

You're treading in dangerous waters, Morales. He thought to himself.

He had no idea you were thinking the same thing.

"Are you sure this is okay?"

You lifted your head to look at him, "I- yes. Frankie. Please, I need you," it had spilled out of your mouth in a way you hadn't intended.

'Frankie. Please, I need you' He closed his eyes and took a steadying breath. 

In a panic, you blurted out-

"I have a cold eye mask, it's been chilling in the freezer, would you- would you get it first?"

Frankie nodded and got up, adjusted his jeans surreptitiously, and got the mask.

"How?- How do you want me um to- um…"

You sat up slowly, when he returned from the kitchen, you looked up at him, wide eyed.

Wondering, are we really going to do this? He placed the mask on your head and slid it down over your eyes. You sighed at the cool sensation. He swallowed as he sat beside you.

"Come get across my lap, belly down hermosa." Frankie patted his thigh, taking one hand to guide you.

You stretched out on your tummy over his lap, settling when your pelvis was across his thighs, your head to the side, unable to see anything. Frankie lifted your head and tucked a pillow under it. Then his hand went back to your thigh, just below the hem of your nightshirt. 

Your breath caught, and you giggled a little in shy embarrassment at being so sensitive, at this whole thing… but his touch was electric, enhanced by being blindfolded. Every touch was both anticipated and unexpected.  He was touching you with those broad, calloused palms- warm and dry, and exceedingly gentle. 

And of course, it's Frankie. 

Frankie who you dreamed about, but didn't dare fantasize about.

He huffed a bit of a laugh with you, then ran his hand over the swell of your backside, the hem of your nightshirt coming with his hand. You bit your lip as anticipation built and lifted your ass a tiny bit to meet his hand. 

Frankie realized he was holding his breath. He let it out slowly as his hand dipped between your legs. 

Your back arched, as you gave a little gasp, opening your legs a little more. He ran his fingers over your clothed entrance, finding the little bundle of nerves. Your fingers closed around the pillow gripping it as you tried to stifle a moan.

"Uh-uh, no hermosa. I need to hear those sounds. I won't know what works for you. Lemme hear it." Frankie presses his thumb to your clit through the fabric of your underwear. You gasped Frankie's name, you couldn't have hidden it if you wanted.

Frankie was trying to be the model of discipline. He was pretty sure he was doing okay, outwardly. But looking at your ass and luscious thighs, your back arching, and those perfect little sounds were driving him nuts. His jeans already felt tight and he hadn't even gotten your underpants off. When you had called out his name, he closed his eyes.

"Baby let's get these off," he said pulling the elastic band of your underwear. Hearing him call you baby sent another wave of arousal down to your core. You obediently lifted your hips so he could pull them down. He pulled them to your knees and you froze. Did he just groan, or moan… growl maybe? Whatever it was, it was cut short as you shifted your weight. Maybe you leaned on him in an uncomfortable way.

"Sorry," you muttered.

Frankie looked up at the ceiling for strength.

"You're good, hermosa. You are perfect."

With his newfound access, Frankie had the flesh of your folds between the lengths of his fingers, massaging along your lips, causing you to gasp. Then gently he rolled your clit between his first finger and thumb.

You cried out, no one had ever touched you like this… this good. Your hips bucked involuntarily, and you could feel Frankie's own hips shutter, and the hardness of him.

But Frankie was listening intensely to each breath and sound, paying close attention to your movements. He has wanted to touch you and pull wanton sounds from you for so long. He wanted to become an expert at you.

"How's that, hermosa?"

"Good, Franki-" you breathed.

He did it again, pulling another cry from you. You clenched on nothing and your toes curled as the coil within your lower belly gave a twist.

"Frankie, please…" you whimpered.

"Please, what baby? What do you need?"

"I need your fingers," you moaned. 

Frankie was beside himself at how needy you sounded, how wet you were. For him.

This is to help with your migraine, medicinal purposes only, he told himself, groaning as he pressed one of his thick digits into you. 

Your body's response was immediate, you tightened around his finger, like a vice and then your walls fluttered. Fuck you felt so warm and soft around his finger. Frankie vaguely wondered how good you would feel around his cock too… or how long he would be able to last inside you.

"Shit, Frankie," you panted. 

“Shh, I’ve got you baby,” he cooed as he pumped his finger in and out of you slowly.

Encouraged by your moans, he worked a second finger into you.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, “Frankie…”

“You alright?” he asked softly.

“Yes,” you breathed, “Keep going… Please…”

“Anything for you, baby.”

Frankie picked up his pace as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. This wasn’t to rush to a climax, but rather feel everything and make you feel better. He wasn’t in a hurry, and he just let you feel good as he enjoyed the wetness of your pussy around his fingers.

“So good,” you moaned, “So good, Frankie.”

His cock twitched in his pants at your words as he buried his fingers as deep as he could into you. When you let out a louder cry, he knew he hit exactly where he wanted to. Frankie smirked as he rubbed small circles on your clit with his thumb.

“You like that, baby?” Frankie whispered as he thrust his fingers in and out of you again.

You trembled in his lap, tightening your grip on the pillow, “Yes Frankie…”

He leaned down and kissed the side of your face as he picked up his pace, and he groaned when you clenched your inner muscles around him.

“Oh my g… Frankie… I’m…”

“That’s it baby, you can do it,” he whispered words of encouragement, “Let go. I’ve got you.”

With that, you came hard. You moaned loudly as your body shook as a rush of euphoria washed over you. Your entire body felt warm as you gushed into Frankie’s hand. The muscles of your inner walls clenched hard around his fingers and you cried out, Frankie could feel you relax across his lap. 

For several moments, you just laid there, breathing heavily as he pulled his fingers out of you with a soft word of praise. Once your mind returned to you, you felt slightly embarrassed. But as you came down your headache was infinitely better. You pulled off your mask.

"It worked," you smiled up at him, chin on your elbows, out of breath.

"That's great. Great… I know you must be tired…but um, are you tapped out?" Frankie smiled.

You brought your head up further and looked at his dark eyes. You could feel the effect his helping you has had on him.

"Mmmm, not necessarily,” you smirked, as you pushed yourself off his lap.

Frankie cupped your cheek.

"Can I kiss you, hermosa?” he whispered.

Your hands went to his shoulders as you straddled his lap, meeting his eyes, "Yes please Frankie, I - I need you," you repeated without resevation, matching his hushed tone. 

Frankie huffed with a crooked smile, taking hold of your hips, kneading the flesh.

"I need you too," Frankie started to rock his hips, "I’ve wanted this for so long,” he confessed.

“Frankie,” you moaned as your eyes rolled back. Your overly sensitive pussy against his cock sent shockwaves up your spine. When he chuckled against you, your eyes snapped open, “Let’s get these off.”

“Yes ma’am,” Frankie helped you unzip his jeans and he let out a low moan when his cock finally sprung free.

You couldn't help the moan you gave at the sight of him.

“Like what you see?” Frankie asked, suddenly feeling more confident.

“Very much,” you leaned in and kissed him hard as you lifted your hips and lined yourself up with his cock.

Frankie swallowed the moan you let out when you slowly sunk yourself down and the tip pushed past your entrance. He let out a low growl himself at the feeling of you around him finally. 

“Shit baby,” Frankie hissed through gritted teeth, “You feel so fucking good.”

“Frankie…” was all you could mumble back as he slid into you like a key to a lock. Wet already from one climax, your pussy offered little resistance and Frankie entered you as if you were made for him- a perfect fit. 

When you fully seated yourself in his lap and his cock was fully inside you, both you and Frankie let out heavy exhales.

Frankie squeezed your ass as you rocked your hips against his and just like that the two of you started your little dance. Your hips move together languidly.

“Fuck…” Frankie growled as he thrust into you harder, unable to hold himself back, “Shit I’m not gonna last baby.”

“Then cum inside me, Frankie,” you moaned as he hit that sweet spot inside you over and over again, “Let go, I’ve got you,” you echoed his words back to him.

“If I cum, then you’re cumming with me,” Frankie smirked as he toyed with your clit in time with his thrusts.

All it took was a few more pumps of his cock and you and Frankie came at the same time in perfect harmony. Sweat and heat engulfed both of you as you rode out your climaxes on each other until neither of you had anything more to give. Together, you collapsed into a panting pile on your couch, his cock still buried deep inside you. 

You stayed there, on the couch, Frankie still inside you, his arm tight around you. Both of you trying not to let doubt creep in.

“How do you feel, carño?” Frankie ventured.

You looked up at him with a grin-

“I have never been so happy to have had a migraine.”

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[glittter-vamp]

CHAPTER 7

Joe Burrow x Bisexual OC.

Warnings: 18+MDNI. Angsty. Mentions of homophobia. Fluffy. Smut.

Word Count: 3.1k

"Those pinks don't match." Karina says.

"What do you mean they don't match?" Gen sighs in annoyance.

"That's regular pink and this one is ...baby pink." Karina says holding up the balloons.

"What the fuck is baby pink? Do you mean pastel pink!?" Genesis says annoyed.

"You guys are giving me a headache." Val sighs getting up from her chair and looking for aspirin.

"She's making this more complicated than it is, it's an engagement party not your actual wedding!" Genesis says to Val.

"You guys offered to throw it! Of course I want it to be perfect." Karina argues back. Val ignores them and takes the pills with some water returning back to them.

"Okay! Okay... we'll get your baby pink balloons, no worries. Now, the food." Val says going down her list.

"Oh boy." Gen mutters and Karina gives her a look.

"Kelly wants to do like finger foods, so doesn't have to be a proper meal or anything." Karina shakes her head.

"Anything in particular?" Genesis asks.

"Fruit, crackers, cheeses, pretzels...all that sort of stuff." Karina nods.

"Have you guys set a date for the wedding at all?" Val asks.

"Yeah...we're going to announce it at the engagement party." Karina smiles.

"Aww, I'm so excited!" Genesis claps her hands. Gen was a hopeless romantic so this was her favorite thing ever.

"I have a question to ask though...are we inviting Joe to any of this?" Karina asks Val.

"Uh, it's your party and wedding, you invite who you want." Val shrugs.

"Well, we know things are kind of in the air and usually he'd be your plus one but I feel like it'd be mean to not invite him...especially since he's gotten Karina and Kelly us tickets the games over the years." Karina says awkwardly.

"Like I said...it's up to you guys." Val says not knowing what to say to them. It's been two full week now since her and Joe have gone on a break and they've only texted once to see how one another was doing.

"Have things gotten any better?" Gen asks.

"Nothings changed if that's what you're asking." Val bites her lip.

"I really hate that you guys are going through this because of me." Gen sighs.

"It's not because of you, even if that video was never posted I would of came clean to him anyway about what happened between Summer and I. Plus he still would of done what he did as well." Val rolls her eyes at Gen.

"Yeah, but you're still getting hat from people online and stuff...that has to take a toll on you." Gen responds.

"It sucked at first but I haven't been letting it get to me, I've focused on other stuff." Val shrugs.

"Has Joe said anything about it?" Karina asks.

"He just asked if I was doing okay and that he was sorry about everything." Val sighs.

"That's it? He's not gonna stick up for you?" Gen scoffs rolling her eyes.

"Like his publicist would let him, they'd question why he would be defending me if we never dated or aren't dating like we've both said publicly before. Everyone will try to spin it some way." Val chuckles.

"So!? I publicly apologized on my account for basically outing you and putting that video up without your permission. Plus the entire group has  been defending you left and right on social media. Joe could say something if he really wanted." Gen says annoyed.

"I...have to agree. He could at least make a statement about respecting you and his privacy or something because the homophobic comments are all over his own Instagram comments and he doesn't even limit them either." Karina says.

"Him saying something isn't going to change that, it might actually do the opposite. We're dealing with NFL bro's here, they are vile already unprovoked. Imagine if he did say something? I'd have to delete my account." Val says hoping her friends would understand just how delicate this matter is.

"I guess... I'm just tired of seeing you always be put second in your own relationship. Joe's cool and all... but he's losing my respect day by day, you deserve better than a half ass relationship." Gen says getting up from her seat and going to the bathroom. Val hearing that was like a stab in the chest.

"Does everyone feel like that about him?" Val asks Karina. Karina sighs and leans on the table.

"We just want you to be in a relationship where you receive back what you put in, Joe is a good guy but not the best partner to you and it sucks seeing you suffer when you put him first plenty of times and he never really does that for you." Karina says patting Val's arm. Hearing this from her friends was a slap to the face for Valeria. Maybe it was for the best that they just broke up and she focused on herself. If she had to do this, she would have to do this now before the season starts and Val didn't know if she was prepared for that.

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It was later in the night now, Genesis and Karina left a while ago and Val was currently falling asleep on her couch when there was a knock on the door. Checking her watch she see's that it was 11:26PM. Confused on who could it be she gets up and checks the peep hole to see Joe. Taken off guard as to why he was here out of the blue she opens the door. He was in a hoodie and sweat pants and the infamous ugg slippers Val hated that he would wear to places that weren't his house.

"Hey...what are you doing here?" Val yawns letting him in and closing the door behind him.

"I just wanted to see you." Joe shrugs looking at the flowers on your counter.

"At 11:30 at night?" Val questions.

"Who gave you these flowers?" Joe asks looking over at her.

"You came here at 11 at night to snoop on me?" Val crosses her arms.

"No, I couldn't sleep and I wanted to see you." He mutters like an embarrassed little kid. Val takes a deep breath and locks her door. She knew the drill when Joe was like this. This wasn't the first time he came over here like this before.

"No funny business." Val says to Joe making him smile before he makes his way to her room. Val shuts all the lights off and heads to her room where Joe was already comfy in her bed. She knew better than to let Joe stay the night but she knew something else was up with him and regardless of it all, she still loved him and cared for him at the end of the day. Val joins him already being showered and in her pajamas.

"So you want to tell me what's really going on?" Val asks looking over to him.

"I'm stressed out of my mind, I miss you...my parents are on my ass about everything that's happened, especially my mom. The fans and their comments are getting to me and I know they're bothering you. I just, needed you." Joe mumbles as he lays downs and plays with Val's fingers in his hands. She wasn't expecting him to unload like that on her.

"You can still text me and stuff...I'm not going to ignore you." Val says brushing his hair back.

"I know... I'm sorry for showing up here like this. But you're not talking to me either, I worry about you." Joe sighs.

"It's okay and I'm alright I guess...people are starting to leave me alone."

"That's good I guess... but, since I told you the truth, wanna tell me who you got you those flowers?" Joe looks at her with his big blue eyes.

"Why couldn't I have gotten those flowers myself? Why are you automatically thinking someone had to get them for me?" Val asks smirking.

"Because your favorite flowers are burgundy or purple carnations, not lavender roses from...Krogers." Joe snorts.

"Summer got them for me as an apology." Val admits and she could tell Joe didn't like hearing that.

"Apology for what exactly?" He asks.

"I uh...came clean about us to her and she apologized for how she acted when I first told her and for how she flirted with me in front of you that day at the store." Val answers truthfully.

"Mmm...I still don't like her or trust her." Joe says which makes her snort.

"May I ask why?" Val asks.

"I know she's going to end up right here where I am currently on one random night." Joe says somberly.

"What?" Val sits up.

"She wants you, if another night happens like the club night...it's going to be inevitable. I'm not stupid plus whatever is left of our relationship is hanging on a thread, it won't be long before she has your attention again" He shrugs.

"You don't know what you're talking about, that was a drunken mistake which you should know all about as well since you did the same thing." Val scoffs.

"I see the way she looks at you Val, I look at you like that...and you look at her like you look at me...or at least used to anyway." He sighs.

"Joe--let's just drop it. Let's get some sleep." Joe cuts her off before she could say anything to that. Val doesn't say anything else getting up from the bed to turn the lights off. As she lays on her side getting back in bed & setting her devices to charge for the night, Joe wraps his arm around her and kisses her neck softly a few times.

"It's been so long since I've had you, I've missed you so much." Joe whispers, Val feeling his hand slowly creep his way under shirt.

"Joe..." Val bites her lip trying not to give into his touch right now but she couldn't help wanting him as bad as he wanted her.

"Hm?" He hums back as he slowly grabs her tit and massages them in his warm hand making her let out faint moan. Turning around, Val makes out Joe's face with the help of the outside lighting shining through her blinds and into the room. Joe leans in filling the small gap between them and kissing her lips, softly at first but the kiss soon became intense and filled with all the emotion they had both been feeling. Val runs her fingers through his soft hair tugging on it a bit receiving a low groan from Joe. Everything then happens so quickly, clothes were off and both of them were beyond aroused by each other as if they were two animals in heat.

Val went to get into the position she normally gets into for Joe which is always either on her stomach or face down or ass up but he stops her and shakes his head no. Instead she lays on her back he settles between her legs as she lays back onto the pillows, giving her a few more tender kisses as he aligns himself at her wet entrance and slowly slips inside her. Both of them moaning into each other mouths at the feel of one another. Slowly Joe moves his hips, moans and whimpers escaping both of them as they get lost in each other after so long of not feeling each other.

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The next morning Val wakes up to her usual alarm and notices Joe was gone. Sighing as she turns her alarm off she notices a note on the pillow Joe slept on the night prior.

"Sorry I didn't say goodbye, had run to practice because I promised the guys I'd be there and didn't want to wake you. Don't worry I locked the door, Have a great day at work! - Joey <3

Val sighs remembering last nights events and feeling stupid for having sex with Joe like that. She failed miserably at creating boundaries with him while she still tried to figure out what she wanted to do in this relationship. She gets up from bed, still completely nude from the night before and she takes a long much needed shower. She makes a mental note to change her sheets when she comes home and gets ready for her long work day ahead of her.

The store was getting the shipment of the Pride collection today and she knew Kade & Elsa were going to be brainstorming about the display all day so she had to mentally prepare for that. After showering and getting dressed, Val left her condo locking the door and making her way to her parking spot, getting in her car. She still couldn't get last night out of her head so she decided to call Karina for some clarity since she knew Genesis was probably already at work and busy.

"Hello?" Karina answers as Val drives in the crazy Cincinnati morning traffic.

"Hey, Goodmorning! Got time to talk for like 10 minutes?" Val bites her lip hoping she did.

"Yeah, I'm just getting ready for work but I'll put you on speaker. What's up?" Karina asks.

"I fucked up last night and I'm stressing over it!" Val blurts out and Karina lightly chuckles.

"What do you mean? What happened!" She asks.

"Joe showed up at my door late at night, seemed in distress, and we ended up having sex. We haven't had sex for awhile even before this whole 'break' we're taking and I gave in like an idiot going against my own boundary." Val sighs slowly moving in this bumper to bumper traffic.

"What if... that's what you guys might need? It sounds like you guys were lacking in that department. Maybe more intimacy is what you guys needed? Kelly and I always make time for that and it helps us reconnect when we go through a few bumps." Karina says and Val sighs.

"I don't know, I feel like I got played somehow. He was being all vulnerable and then one thing suddenly lead to another and we had sex. Then when I woke up this morning, he was gone and only left a note about how he had to go to practice." Val explains.

"Oh he wasn't even there when you woke up? That's... strange. You're not some one night stand where he can come dip in and run out." Karina responds.

"That's exactly how I felt. Now I'm sitting here confused as shit and feeling regretful more than anything which is fucked up because he's boyfriend." Val sighs in annoyance with herself.

"Well next time you get a chance you should tell him how you feel about this. If you don't appreciate something, say so. If he doesn't like it, that's too damn bad." Karina says making Val chuckle.

"You're right... he also officially dislikes Summer too and didn't hesitate to let me know. So, I have to figure out how to let her know that we need to distance ourselves." Val sighs not taking her eyes off the traffic and she hears Karina laugh. 

"What's so funny?" Val asks confused. 

"He's threatened by her, typical man. " Karina snorts. 

"Why do you say that?" 

"Uh..did you see the video of the club? He know she can turn you inside out like a sock better than he can." Karina laughs. 

"Karina!--

"What!? I'm not wrong. I remember hearing the stories you used to tell us about your hook ups with Summer, she knew what she was doing and you would brag about it...you don't seem to do the same with Joe..." Karina mutters the last part. 

"That's because we're in a serious committed relationship and I'm not going to talk about our sex life out of respect." Valeria defends herself. 

"If you say so, just remember he already complained about having limp dick with a hot model. Ours doesn't do that and it comes in different sizes & colors. When he can do that, then come talk to me." Karina says which makes Val almost choke on her spit. 

"Bye Rina! I should of called Mateo or something instead." Val shakes her head. 

"Hey, I'm just being honest. Even if you don't do anything with Summer but end up with a girl instead of Joe...he should know why so the next girl doesn't suffer cause what do you mean you guys guys haven't fucked in a long time? C'mon now. "  Karina scoffs and Val just rolls her eyes to herself. Val thanks her for answering the phone so early and they say goodbye to each other, hanging up. Having that conversation with Karina didn't really help her clarify things in the way she's hoped but now Val was wondering if she was trying to hold onto Joe despite calling the break herself and she wondered if she wasn't being so honest about her feelings towards Summer. She decided to push them to the back of her mind and focus on her work day.

Making it to the shop, she parks her car and enters to see Elsa and Kade already with the shipments on the floor. She wasn't expecting them to be delivered yet so it caught her by surprise. Setting her things aside at the register she walks up to them looking at everything they were unpacking. 

"Morning guys!" Val smiles. 

"Hey! Didn't think you'd be in this early." Elsa says and Kade smiles at her. 

"I knew the shipment was going to be here but I didn't think this early. They always come at like 2PM or later." Val says grabbing one of the mugs and looking at it. 

"That's cause Kade is messing around with the delivery guy so we're first on his route now." Elsa chuckles. 

"Hey! Don't go telling my business!" Kade laughs but he doesn't deny it. 

They look through the few boxes, Dani eventually coming in for her afternoon shift around 1PM. As Kade and Val move stuff around the store to start setting up their pride displays in the window and another in the store, a man comes in holding a bouquet of flowers. 

"Hi! What can I do for you?" Val smiles politely for him. 

"Hello, I uh...have flowers for a Valeria?" He says reading reading a scanner hanging on his side. 

"That's me." She nods confused. 

"Here you go, have a nice day!" He smiles handing her the flowers and walking out quickly. 

"Ooo, secret admirer!" Kade teases and she just shrugs. Val goes to the back and finds the card in the sea of Burgundy Carnations. She opens it and reads the white and gold card. 

Here's a real bouquet with flowers you actually like, I'd suggest throwing the other ones out. She's not winning this round. - J.

Val scoffs at the petty note from Joe and shakes her head looking at the gorgeous flowers. 

"What the fuck is happening." She mutters to herself. 

A/N: Joe seems a lil jelly, what do y'all think? 👀

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[rockbottomwithashovel]

Tw suicide

Hey guys. I'm just posting this to say why... And to say I'm sorry. I don't know what to say, I suck at goodbyes. I just don't think I can do this anymore. It's like the universe is giving me more reasons to die each day.

I never wanted it to be this way. I started to think I could actually recover, live a long and happy life. But that moment was so short. I just can't do it.

I haven't been able to be happy for more than a minute since I was 10. I was just a child, and I had already gone through so much. But it was only just starting.

When I was 7 or 8 I was sexually assaulted. It was around this time that I started to more or less live on pot noodles as I wasn't allowed to make anything, but my mum mentally couldn't either.

When I was 10-13 I was emotionally and mentally abused. I was bullied for years, they made me do things and if I didn't I'd be the one with the bruise. The guilt eats me every day. There are rooms and memories from that time and school that don't make sense and I can't remember. I don't know why. The bullying even came from teachers. This was a private Christian school.

From when I was 10 I had to spend most excursions at home as we nearly lost the house, and I had to miss days of school to stay home and look after my mum, who was suffering from depression and needed support. This was when the household chores all fell on to me and my twin.

When I was 13 my mum tested me against my consent for aspergers syndrome (now called ASD). It came back positive. She told me when I didn't want to know. This caused a chaotic and unstable household. I was suffering ptsd that I didn't understand. My parents made me feel crazy. I was running away and coming back, missing school, not sleeping. Asking for affection but only getting attention if I was a problem. There was so much screaming and fighting and I was all alone, no friends, no family helping me through, even my twin was against me.

When I was 15 I told my best friend of 10 years that I have ASD. She never spoke to me since.

When I was 16 I was groomed by a man online, leading to me seeking out more aggressive and manipulative people online to make me feel good about myself. The shame lasted longer than anything else. Then the pandemic hit. My friend tried to kill herself. She left most people notes... Not me. She doesn't really speak to me now. I don't know what I did wrong.

By 18, I had tried to kill myself more times than I could count, never getting far (I was only 13 when I first attempted).But things started to look up. I had survived school.

Now, at 19, I've been to aa, the mental ward twice in one year for suicide attempts, I have depression, anxiety, ptsd, insomnia, atypical anorexia, suicidal thoughts, I self harm so much I could never wear short sleeves again. And I'm having psychotic episodes. I don't know what it is, I'm scared to be diagnosed, but my therapist has suggested a few things. As someone (if you've looked closely at my blog, you'll know who) once said, it's a living, breathing nightmare.

Maybe I am a coward. Maybe it's just too much and I'm too weak. But it hurts so much or I can't feel at all. I can't keep doing this.

People say they love me, that I'm important or they'd miss me. But I just don't know if I can believe that. People call me pretty but the mirror makes me want to hurt myself. I'm ugly. Unlovable. I'm just a burden and a waste of space. I'm so sorry if I am important to you. I don't want to traumatize anyone or hurt anyone but this just hurts so fucking much I don't know how much longer I can be strong. Maybe I'm just not meant for this.

I need you all to know I love you. You mean so much to me. I'm so fucking sorry if I hurt you. I'm so sorry. If you're struggling, please get help. You deserve happiness, hope, love. I believe in you. It will get better. If you see someone struggling, please look after them, even just a stranger on the train with leaking eyeliner. Just ask if they're OK. You could save their life.

I've got pierce the veil on the 27th. I'll do it after then. I'm not sure if I can hold on that long though. I'm so sorry for any pain I'm causing. I hope you're all OK <333

Love,

Rock

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[concreteburialplot]

VIRALITY // 05

05 - Team Building Exercises

summary/masterlist: here | crossposted: ao3

word count: 3.7k

cw: alcohol, vomiting, smoking (weed), sexual topics??, noah being melodramatic, jealous & protective nicholas if you squint, slow burn if you haven't figured that out yet sorry lol, 18+ MDNI

pairing: nicholas ruffilo x fem!oc x noah sebastian

a/n: don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)

NICHOLAS

Morning light shocks me out of my sleep and I instantly shield my eyes with my forearm. “Fuck.” I mumble, rubbing my eyes with my rough palms. My body goes rigid once I realize that I’m not home, and when I feel another person resting on me, I’m completely frozen.

I blink as my eyes adjust to the light while I look around not recognizing where I am. For a brief moment, I try to remember if we had gone out last night and if I went home with someone. My suspicions are confirmed when I precariously peer down at the brunette nestled into my side with an arm around me.

My memory is a fuzzy blur of rain, snacks and fear. It comes back to me in flashes: running inside from the storm, soaked clothes, cheese doodles and… Vallie. Then it all pours in at once. The first thing I remember clearly is talking on her couch for what seemed like hours before the movie. It feels like it’s the first real conversation I’ve had with anyone in so long. It’s refreshing. I never really talk much, mainly because people don’t tend to listen. But Vallie didn’t make me feel like that, she was fully present and engaged in anything I said. It’s not much but letting me finish my sentences or asking genuine questions is more space that most allow me to take.  

My eyes go wide when I process the reality of what happened – or at least what the guys would think happened.

Both relief and terror flood my chest – I’m relieved I hadn’t gone home with anyone else, but there’s an alarm that comes with that exact relief. Yesterday didn’t go at all how I imagined. My body felt like lightning bolts were shooting through my bones – it was a freezing, paralyzing heat. Last night I could’ve sworn my fingertips burned any time I was near her. I shake the paranoia from my head; it must’ve just been the stormy ambiance that fueled the buzzing across my skin any time she looked at me.

With extreme stealth, I slide out from under her, even rolling the extra blanket into a makeshift replica of my body. “Fuck.” I mutter under my breath again as I sleepily searched for my phone, I haven’t checked it at all since we escaped the rain. When I find it face down on the glass coffee table, I hesitate to pick it up, already knowing what I would find. The fear feels oddly similar to when you miss a call from a parent. Anxiety courses through me as I briefly scroll through my stacked messages.

Group chat:

Jolly: Are you stuck in traffic? Jolly: Did you drop her off yet ? Folio: Dude where the fuck are you Jolly: Are you okay? It’s pouring Folio: Are you alive lol Folio: No seriously where are you Jolly: Why does your location say you’re at some house in Beverly Hills? Jolly: Are you still with her? Folio: We’re gonna come get you if you don’t answer lmao Folio: jk Folio: Nick for real

Jolly – Separate:

Tell me you’re not dead But more importantly Please tell me you did not sleep with our new manager

Not a single one from Noah

I glance over at Vallie to check if she’s still asleep. She lets out small sleeping noises with long brunette strands shading over her face and nuzzles further onto the blanket. She looks so peaceful, and it makes me maybe it had been a while since she’s slept next to someone too. Truthfully last night was the best sleep I’d gotten in a long time, especially between touring and traveling. I barely sleep and the only time I do sleep is in the rarities of getting hotels with plush beds. The best sleep I ever get is always next to someone else. When we were younger, Noah and I would sleep next to each other often. Especially after Noah’s difficult breakup, he’d always ask me to sleep next to him, even just to ward off night terrors. Since we’ve been friends for so long, that sort of intimacy feels normal. We only had each other for so long. You really let yourself be vulnerable with someone when they’re all you got.

I already know the situation with Vallie is going to be an uphill battle with the band, but Noah is the one I’m dreading the most. I understand his frustration but my god he’s acting like a goddamn child. I hope this party will be a way to show them that she’s not the overly corporate monster they think she is.

Quickly but quietly, I tip-toe to the kitchen to read the messages and formulate cohesive responses.

Group chat – Me:

“Yeah, I’m good.”

I look at the time, it’s later than I thought. “See you at rehearsal.”

When I go to reply to Jolly, I pause, “No, it’s fine. I’ll explain later. See you at rehearsal.”

I scramble around her kitchen til I find a notepad and a pen,

“Off to rehearsal Thanks for the safety from the rain Will talk to the guys about this weekend! -N :)”

When I step into our rehearsal studio, the energy immediately shifts. I heard them joking and laughing before I came in but now, they were dead silent. “Hey guys.” I say timidly as I make my way over to my guitar. They track me and I can tell they were dissecting me – my demeanor, my disheveled appearance, the day-old outfit. All which doesn’t exactly reinforce my innocence. “What’s up?” I ask as if nothing happened. Noah burns holes into me with his glare but uttered nothing. To say he was unhappy would be an understatement, he seems furious.

Jolly clears his throat to break up the silence. “Let’s just start, shall we?”

-

There’s tension throughout the entire session. We were fucking up on the same songs, Jolly and I were missing cords, Nick was missing beats and Noah was forgetting lyrics. We haven’t had rehearsals like this in a long time.

Finally, we were wrapping up and they were all busy organizing their areas.

“So, um,” I clear my throat nervously, “I suggested to Vallie that we should have a get together or…something, to kinda get to know each other?” I practically wince and prepare for impact.

“Are you fucking serious?” Snaps Noah while the other two fade into the background. “You fuck our manager and now you’re all buddy buddy?”

I sigh at the accusation I’ve anticipated all day, “I didn’t sleep with her.”

“Then what did you do? Since you never fucking came home.” He questions and steps towards me. The space between us feels enclosed, foreign and unnecessarily extreme.

I furrow my brows in offense, “Not that it’s any of your fucking business,” I shoot back, “It was raining too hard for me to drive, so I just crashed on her couch. That’s it. Calm down.”

He gets even closer to me, practically in my face. “You’re sleeping with the enemy and you want me to calm down?”

“Whoa, first of all, back the fuck up.” I step forward matching his intensity. “Second of all, stop being so fucking dramatic. She’s not our ‘enemy’, she’s just a fucking manager. She wants to help us.” I narrow my eyes at him, “And for the 700th time, I didn’t fucking sleep with her.”

“Okay so you want to sleep with her.” He stated like a fact.

My jaw nearly drops that he would , “No, I don’t Noah.” I close the gap between us as aggravation flowed through my veins. “Do you?”

I swear I can see fire behind his eyes and steam seep out of his ears. He balls up his fists at his sides, clearly trying to restrain himself. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him that angry before, at least not over something so trivial. He says nothing then he turns and storms off, which seems to be becoming a new hobby of his.

The room is silent for a bit before Nick perks up with an over-enthusiastic smile, “I think a party would be great!”

The four of us, alcohol, and our manager? What could possibly go wrong,

Saturday finally comes after an excruciatingly long week of going back and forth with the other three. I at least got Nick and Jolly here. Noah barely spoke to me the rest of the week and made no promises of coming tonight, in fact it was quite the opposite, he promised not to come. He vowed to stay out all night – doing god knows what – just so he didn’t have to be here for any of the party.

It hadn’t occurred to me just how awkward a four-person party would be, especially when half the party hates the guest of honor. And so, the “party” consisted of Folio and Jolly across the kitchen from me and Vallie. They’re keeping each other company and cracking jokes while smoking a dwindling blunt. I don’t mind the separation much as Vallie and I stand next to each other talking about anything. The more I learn about her, the more I want the guys to know her too. I want to believe what she says is true, that she really does see potential in us.

I know the others don’t exactly feel the same, but we worked so hard for so long to only now start to gain any real traction, I mean… isn’t this what we’ve been working towards this whole time?

The awkward tension is beginning to gnaw at me, so I clear my throat gaining the attention of the small kitchen, “How about we play some sort of game?” I suggest and by the positive reactions in everyone’s faces, it’s evident that they too think it would be a good distraction.

I glance over at Vallie, who has a slightly nervous look to her; her smile is restrained, and her hand is fidgeting around her red solo cup. Her maroon-painted fingertip tracing the rim of her cup and her eyes are locked on some drawer across the kitchen.

“Hey,” I whisper after the guys leave the room and gently reach out to grab her arm. “It’s gonna be fine. They’re gonna like you, I promise.”

She gazes up at me with deep forest green eyes. At first, they are sweet and shy, but they soon flip to defensive. She softly pulls her arm from my grasp and straightens up, “I don’t need your reassurance.”

She makes a sharp pivot on her heels and exits the kitchen on her own then sits at the head of the table with the other two across from her. It occurs to me that every time I’ve been in a room with her, she was different. I have no idea who she really is at all – but she doesn’t know us either. With a deep inhale, I reach for the liquor and pour extra into my plastic cup and I take it with me through the doorway to the dining room.

Halfway through a game of Cards Against Humanity, Vallie was winning. And every time she won, we all took a shot. We were on our 7th and final round. We’re shooting tequila, which I can mostly handle, while the other two… not so much.

“Fuck,” Mumbles Folio behind a scrunched face of disgust at his last shot, “Jesus Val.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, “Didn’t expect you to be so fucking funny, what the fuck.”

She grins proudly, straightening up in her seat with a subtle victorious dance as she organizes her cards into neat little stacks, using the wooden table to flatten the edges.

They didn’t hold back or put on a show for her, they acted exactly the same as if it was the 4 of us, if anything, they were amping it up to spook her away. She handled it all like a pro; the crude jokes, the sexual innuendos, the unnecessary overly graphic description of what a bukkake is, even though she said she already knew what it was.

I don’t know if it was the fact that they were acting out or if maybe I’m outgrowing the behavior, but every fucked-up comment they said made me uncomfortable.

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a wasted Nick elbowing Jolly and discretely gesturing to Vallie. When I follow their focus, I find what they were drunkenly gawking at. It was exactly what I had been avoiding all night. I quickly stack the other game boxes in front of her chest to obscure their eye-line. “So, what should we play next!”

Folio snaps me a furrowed look that reminds me of toddler getting his candy taken away. Jolly too gives me a funny look as if he just figured something out then leans into Nick and whispering something that caused them to giggle like schoolgirls. I narrow my eyes at them, telepathically scolding them to cut it out.

Vallie peeks up from her organized cards, “What’s so funny?” She asks innocently with wide emerald eyes lined with dark lashes.

“Nothing they’re just drunk.” I answer for them.

“Oh c’mon, you can’t tell me that you’re drunk off just a couple shots?” She teases with a sly smile.

“Easy for you to say winner! You’ve been sippin’ the same drink this whole game!” Jolly’s laugh fills the cramped dining room while he leans back in his chair.

“This is my third drink for your information.” She clarifies with sass while stuffing the playing cards into their box.

“You should take a shot!” Jolly suggests, over-enthusiastically.

Before she could even answer, Folio interjects, “Without your hands.”

I feel like lasers are shooting from my eyes when I look over at his smug intoxicated expression. “You don’t have to do that V-”

“No, I’m fine.” She says contently before taking an empty shot glass and pouring it full of clear liquid.

“No really, you don’t have to.” I assure her quietly.

“Oh Nicholas,” Her own voice is tangled with alcohol, “I was in a sorority, I think I can handle a couple of men being men.” She stands up and smooths out the ribbed buttoned top that hugs her full chest and lands above her small waist. She hasn’t even bent down yet and they’re whooping and hollering like… well like college boys.

Before I could stop myself, I shoot up from my chair, “Enough!” My voice booms through the tiny dining room, more than I had ever intended. All three of them look at me, their faces mixed with shock and slight apprehension.

Unexpectedly, the front door swings wide open and slams into the wall behind it, probably leaving a dent behind. A visibly wasted Noah stumbles into the living room, leaving the door wide open behind him.

I sigh, already knowing the direction this night is about to take.

“Oh Jesus.” Groans out an already annoyed Folio, rubbing his temples, “I’m gonna need a fucking joint to deal with this.”

“Ditto.” Agrees Jolly.

“Well look who it is!” Noah slurs and flails a long-sleeved arm to gesture to the whole group. “My so-called band, who fucking left me!”

I pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes with a heavy exhale. “Noah, we didn’t fucking leave you.”

In the background, Jolly brings a metal tray of green over to Folio who quickly but precariously begins rolling green flower into a brown paper. Within seconds the roll is plucked between his index and thumb with the end sizzling red.

Between Noah stumbling around like a town drunk, the two in the corner getting stoned and Vallie witnessing everything, I suddenly feel like a single parent trying to police 4 rambunctious children.

“Yeah, you fucking did!” Noah mumbles from the kitchen facing the dining room. “You gave up on everything we fucking wanted,” He hiccups, “For money,” He says the word with utter disgust, and lazily points a hand at Vallie. “Because of her.”

I quickly glance over to her, to see if she was alright and she didn’t even hear him, she was busy leaning across the table to take the lit blunt from Folio’s hand. For some reason, the sight of them frustrates me.

Noah leans against the granite counter looking utterly depleted; dark purple circles beneath heavy bloodshot eyes, his long hair a mess from having walked through whipping wind, and his clothes covered in dirt.

“Noah, stop being so fucking dramatic.” Jolly gets up and walks past me over to him, probably knowing that I’m not good at playing the parent. “We’re just…” He looks back at Folio and Vallie who were now sitting next to each other watching the scene intently and passing the joint back and forth like it’s popcorn. “We’re just doing some… team building.”

“I’m-” He begins before covering his mouth and quickly makes his way to the sink to release the contents of his stomach into it.

A grossed out, “Ooh.” Comes from the two still sitting behind me at the table.

I glare at them then sigh and hold out my hand for the little bit that was left of the roll. Vallie stretches over the table to hand me the burning stub, I put it to my lips and inhale deeply, letting the thick smoke fill my lungs completely. I lean my head back against the door frame and exhale an opaque white cloud above me. A visceral relief spreads through my chest like spilled ink. I cough a bit as I hand it back over to the peanut gallery.

Jolly holds Noah’s long hair back while he gathers himself over the sink. “I think maybe we should get you into the bathroom.” Jolly advises sternly. I can tell that Noah doesn’t want to listen by the way he grips the counter hard until his knuckles are white, then releases in defeat. We’ve been here too many times for him for him to defy us.

“Fine.” Noah grumbles and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

Jolly gives me a look that means it was time for me to hook Noah’s left arm around my shoulders. We make it not even 2 steps forward before Noah coughs up vomit all over himself and Jolly.

“Fuck!” Yells Jolly, practically dropping him to go wash off his shirt.

“Oh god.” Folio immediately covers his mouth after seeing the throw up and ran off to the nearest bathroom.

I decide the best course of action is to set Noah down on the tiled kitchen floor before he had the chance to ruin anything else. He’s so gone that he doesn’t even seem to notice that he was set on the floor. I run off to grab some towels from the laundry room and when I return, I stop in my tracks.

Vallie is there on the floor with him, kneeled next to him and gently wiping the vomit off his face. Noah held a giant empty neon green salad bowl in his lap to catch any future accidents.

“Oh,” She notices me in her peripheral, “Uh, I found that bowl in a cupboard,” Using her pinky to point to the navy-blue cabinets above her, “It’s the only thing I could find.”

Noah’s brown eyes are nearly black and completely glossed over, his cheeks flushed with alcohol – and thank god, because he wouldn’t let her anywhere near him if he was fully coherent.

“Do you have a water bottle?” She asks in a sickeningly sweet tone. “And maybe bread?”

“Uh- Yeah, yeah, of course.” I strategically step over his lanky legs to the fridge to get a water and pull a loaf from the counter, handing them to her. She cracks the bottle open for him and when he doesn’t take it, she softly grabs his jaw and slowly pours a thin stream of water into his mouth.

“You’re pretty good at this.” I comment quietly as to not make too much noise.

She glimpses up at me with a small kind smile, “I told you, I was in a sorority. You learn how to take care of drunk people really quick.”

I nod and cross my arms, “Right.” then rest the length of my body against the door frame as I watch them in front of me.

She takes out a slice of bread, splits it in half and holds it up to his mouth. His heavy-lidded eyes lift to meet hers, “I just don’t want to lose them.” He croaks out, melodramatically.

“You won’t.” Vallie reassures curtly.

“They’re all I have.” He states clearly, probably the most coherent thing he’d said all night. His brown eyes watch her closely, but his focus was waning as sleep is begging to pull him under. “Don’t take them from me.”

She presses her lips together seemingly processing his request. “I won’t let it happen.” She says as if she’s trying to convince him that there are no monsters beneath his bed. Her voice is lucid, but I can still hear the tequila she’s hiding under her words. She carefully places her hand on top of his, “I promise.”

He blinks up at her surprised and raises his brows, “Pinky?” Then weakly lifts his arm to poke out a shaky pinky.

She chuckles at his drunken innocence, “Sure.”  And hooks her pinky with his, which resulted in a giant cheesy grin plastered across his face before slumping further.

There’s an odd heavy swirl in the pit of my stomach of something vile; for a moment, I think I might need to vomit too. But the more I watch them, the more the feeling spreads. Then, I realize this pit has been growing since the card game earlier. Her winning over Folio and Jolly annoyed me. Even Noah getting along with her, at least to an extent, made me sick.

I wanted them to get along, I thought it would make things better, less complicated. I don’t understand how it somehow made everything murkier or why it’s bringing this churn to my intestines. Something about it all that makes me wonder if Noah was right all along. Maybe we are in danger and maybe she is the threat.

Next Chapter -> 06 - Whiplash*

a/n: thank you so much if you took the time to read this! I'm extremely appreciative of those of you who are reblogging or commenting on previous chapters 🥺

i thought of stopping posting here bc i've seen some fanfic slander within the fandom and idk it just made me sad? guilty? idk. but tumblr is my safe space & i love writing fanfic so... here i still am lol

lmk if you liked it 🖤

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For the follower celebration, how about Rooster, mutual pining, fluff, and coffeeshop 💖

Beautiful Stranger

Follower Celebration

Pairing: Rooster x G/N!Barista!Reader

Summary: Just a fluffy drabble set after the events of TGM...

Word Count: 663 words

A/N: Thank you for the request @a-reader-and-a-writer 💖 This is my first time writing for Rooster so I hope I've done him justice!

You spot him through the window, the magnetic pull of his familiar figure tearing your attention away from the cash register, but it takes a beat for you to realise it's him.

Tall, dark and handsome, like a Hollywood star of old, he'd captured your attention from the first moment you laid eyes on him across the counter. In a husky baritone he'd asked for his coffee black with extra sugar, and from that morning onwards he kept coming back for more.

Until one day, he didn't.

Weeks, maybe even months have gone by since you last saw the beautiful stranger. You'd stopped looking out for him, unable to bear the pang of disappointment in your chest every morning that he didn't show. It made no sense. How a man whose name you didn't even know could occupy so much of your thoughts.

The door swings open and the shrill chiming of the bell snaps you out of your reverie. It's likely just your imagination but the crowd seems to part for him, faces and furniture blurring into the background as he strides towards the counter.

He seems taller. More confident – as if a weight has been lifted from his broad shoulders. His deep brown eyes twinkle as he greets you, a soft smile blossoming across his face. "Hey, can I get the usual, please?"

Robbed of the ability to speak by his unexpected return, you simply nod and turn away to prepare his order, ignoring the fluttering in your stomach. Are you supposed to act as if he hasn't been gone all this time?

As his barista, it's hardly your place to comment. Even if there had been a time before his absence when you'd dreamt of the possibility of becoming more.

Curiosity eventually gets the better of you when you slide the coffee cup towards him, your filter dissolving under the weight of his friendly gaze. "Haven't seen you around for a while."

***

Bradley doesn't even like coffee. He only stumbled in one morning in search of a pick-me-up after a particularly rough night. But one bright-eyed smile from the angel behind the counter had been enough to bring him back the next day, and the day after that…

Momentarily taken aback by your perfectly justified comment, he rubs a hand across the back of his neck and averts his gaze, eyes dropping to the shiny plastic name badge pinned to your apron. A familiar rush of warmth spreads through his chest. He's home. "Yeah. Guess you could say I've been a bit busy."

Busy might be the understatement of the century, but he doesn't want to trouble you with the details. You're practically strangers, after all. Even if his mind did wander to you during the long hours of training, and again when he feared that all hope was lost.

The others had asked if he had someone back home – a girl, or a guy. He'd shaken his head and changed the subject, but in the privacy of his quarters he'd whispered your name, trying it out for size. He likes the way it rolls off his tongue.

"You were here every day and then… nothing," you continue hesitantly. "I thought you might have moved away."

"Without saying goodbye?" Bradley frowns, fishing out a handful of crumpled dollar bills. "I wouldn't do that."

You offer him a shy smile, fingers brushing his own as you hand over the change. "Well, it's good to see you again."

Bradley knows better than most how fleeting life can be, and now that he’s had his own brush with death, he doesn't want to waste another moment wondering "what if". Even if this is a thousand times more nerve-wracking than climbing into the cockpit of his F/A-18.

"Can I get you anything else?" you ask politely, and he realises it's now or never.

"Actually, yeah. I wanted to let you know I'm gonna be sticking around. Maybe I could take you out sometime?"

#bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun: maverick #rooster bradshaw #miles teller #tgm fanfiction #top gun maverick #follower milestone #follower celebration #drabble request

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YOU SHOULD GIVE ME UR VISUAL NOVEL RECS GRABBY HANDS

OKAY OKAY OKAY thank you for indulging me i love them sm some of these descriptions might sound like theyre missing stuff i just dont wanna spoil anything. all these games are free, online, and can be found on itch.io but i also linked them here too

this also got really long because i explain too much but i wanted to make sure i added enough detail w/out spoiling but also w/out leaving basic synopsis stuff out??? the mc is customizable so your not playing as a base set person which is so nice of the writers thank you guys sm:

a tale of crowns by @/ataleofcrowns

a story that follows the mc (you) as the new crown. there are 4 love interest (all male, all female, or a mix). this one depends on romance based meaning there aren't any aromantic options (i just wanted to put that out there since you are aroace ^^) i love the lore behind it and its geared towards poc which is nice <3 this is also the very first IF i stumbled upon. this is ongoing and chapter ten was just released and theres good/bad endings of chapter ten

superstition (pc versions: s1, s2, s3) (iphone friendly versions: s1, s2, s3) by @/13leaguestories

fantasy and a few other things that follows your journey through the new world of supernaturals you found after helping a woman on the streets. its rated 18+ because of sexual references but you can avoid it 100% at the beginning in the settings, though you might not be able to romance some of the characters. there's 6 love interest in total (3 male, 3 female) but depending on the setting there might be less. you also don't have to have a romance with any of them ! s3 is still in the works

when twilight strikes by @/evertidings

modern fantasy where you work for the ioas (international organization of supernaturals) as a bounty hunter. things get complicated after failing to catch a bounty the second time but i think thats for the best. i love this game soooo much it reminds me of shadowhunters and i love shadowhunters (just the books not the show but thats a different discussion omg). there are 5 romance options (1 is male, the others you can set to female/male/nonbinary or randomize like i did) ive played through this about three times; twice for the same character and once for another but i love the character dynamics

wayfarer by @/idrellegames

i will not lie the reason why i started playing this was because it reminded me of tolkien and i love tolkien. this story has you being a wayfayer: a person incapable of magic. you go on quest, forge pacts, and try your best to survive in a world thats not so kind to you. i think theres 7 romance options but i think you can not romance anyone too?? if you want more information about them you should check out the blog for the game since we haven't met all of them yet. ive played this game 4 times because i was unsatisfied with what i did those other three times and im gonna do it again :D there's options for sexually intimacy but also asexual routes though that means no relationships with some character. two chapters are currently out !!

mirror mine by @/if-mirrormine

okayaya so you were out shopping for your sibling's birthday right and when you finally get home, you won't believe it...you've been gone for 10 years?!?! everyone's so confused, your confused, your cat's just glad to have you back honestly. so an investigation has been reopened about your disappearance on why it felt like no time passed for you but ten years for everyone else. i love mystery sci-fi genre its still releasing chapters!! i think theres 4 romance options (1 male, 2 women, 1 you can pick) nd im not sure about aromantic options yet but its amazing

speaker by @/speakergame

theres a curse on your family that the first child has the ability to see visions of the future. you and your sister are twins with her as the oldest, meaning she is the Seer. you are a Speaker which means you can understand a limited amount of her visions. i love the writing there's also a demon dog which makes everything better!! theres 5 romance options i think ?? (2 you can pick, then theres 1 nonbinary, 1 male nd 1 female) ITS SO GOOD its a fantasy mystery IF and ive played through it twice so far

scout by @/anya-dev

its an apocalyptic story about humanity surviving in small communities. one morning (i think it was the morning) you meet other people not from your community which id odd because people can't survive on their own without support. this causes a whole list of issues but without these issues there wouldnt be a story so im very happy :D there are 4 romance options (2 male, 1 female, 1 you pick) but im not sure if this will get anymore updates. the author said their life was pretty hectic so i do hope things are alright on their end. even if it doesn't get updated i think the story is still amazing and will be seated with my favorites <3

ANYWAYS THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME RANT ABOUT THESE GAMES they hold a special place in my heart i hope you play some of them and find them interesting like i do !!!!

#♡—[auburn] #i have no idea if any of this makes sense #i did a massive word vomit

[sule-skerry]

I dreamed I was at a huge lesbian bar. It had a big central room with two levels, a higher one where it was mostly standing and a lower one where there were tables with banquette seats. It was very dark and everyone was wearing dark clothes, but there were also long narrow hallways leading to side rooms that were brightly lit and frankly had nothing in them, they were just a big room with white walls and a wood floor and windows high up. I was there, having a nice time, and I spotted N and Y at a table. They were married, but they looked exactly like they did when we were 20. N had her pink bob and her sharp face, Y had acne and the emo sideswept bangs that I was always so jealous of. I pushed my way over to them and was like OMG hi, I've missed you guys so much it's so great to see you how are you! In the dream, I had a memory of seeing them briefly at Pride but knew I hadn't gone over to them.

And N basically said look. You hurt us so badly by being distant from us. We no longer want anything to do with you.

I said oh okay I'm so sorry I'll leave you alone now and went off into the crowd. Somewhere along the line I dumped my leather jacket. Then I stormed back over to the table and said to N you and I need to talk. We're going outside right now.

We went outside and the bar was just a big hexagonal building in the middle of nowhere in a sort of high desert country. There were chaise lounges outside in pairs with trellises between them so people could talk (or I presume... do other activities). We lay out on a pair looking up at a cliff face with little scraggly desert plants growing out of it. The moon was high and full, and I poured out my heart to her. Everything that I had ever felt but never said. The strangest thing is that except for the part where I said "I'm sorry I didn't come over and say hello to you at Pride, I felt really shy" everything I said was true and real. All the warmth I had felt for her. I kept saying something like "I know this doesn't change how you feel, but I want you to know–" I said "I remember seeing that photo of you in the subway car with your blue hair and your long coat, and I thought you were the coolest person ever." I said "When we got matched for that CD exchange I really felt like I had been blessed – and I haven't even gotten to how much influence you had on my faith formation yet." I said "I will always remember meeting you on the walkway in the late afternoon, your smile, the way your laugh sounded, how you looked at me and just said you're taller than I expected."

Until she put her finger up and essentially said that's enough. She told me this was self-centered, she wasn't going to put up with any more of it, and after this she certainly never wanted me to talk to her or her wife ever again.

Just then a bunch of creatures like flying frilled lizards came flying down from the cliff face. There was a blanket on the end of my chaise lounge that looked exactly like the fleece blanket I had on my bed when I was 18, when N and I first met, and I grabbed a corner and flicked it up to entangle the creatures, then yelled at N to run inside. I made sure the creatures were good and entangled then ran after her. Since the building was octagonal there was a set of double doors with windows in the upper half. N ran in, and then I saw her turn around, look at me through the window, and throw the bolt. I went to the next door and came in along with three guys in tank tops and shorts. Due to dream logic I knew that there were reptilian creatures of various sizes coming towards the building, but also that as long as the doors and windows were closed we were safe and just had to wait for them to go away (I guess if we were outside they could bite us). There were a whole bunch of large creatures on the other side of the building and almost everyone had crowded over to look at them, but I knew N would be in that crowd so I just stood around awkwardly by myself and decided I might as well go and find my jacket.

One of the side rooms had been repurposed as a coat and bag repository (because... everybody had just abandoned their stuff to go rubberneck at the creatures situation). Someone had put a curtain across the entrance to the hallway after which there were two plastic tables blocking entry. Past there there was a coat rack. I could see coats and hoodies and a leatherman jacket with a big puffy sleeve. The hallway was dim but I figured I could identify my leather jacket by touch so I leaned over the tables and started feeling the sleeves of the coats. Then a butch with dark hair and a side shave came out and was just like "Hey, you cannot just go grabbing at stuff, we have people's valuables back here. If you need something, I can help you find it." I was starting to explain about my jacket when Y stepped through the curtain. She said she was looking for her backpack and pointedly didn't look at me. I just sort of thought okay, I guess I have to leave now.

I went back into the lower area, which was empty, and wondered what I was supposed to do with myself. The lights were on but nobody was around. I felt sad and lonely. There was a banquette upholstered in green velvet standing all by itself and I went over to it just so I could rub my hand back and forth on the velvet. The TVs over the bar were still on, and I watched the trailer for a documentary about a gay Indian guy in an intense cricket training program who has to remain closeted to his peers while missing his secret boyfriend and knowing that if he does well and gets recruited to a team they'll be spending even more time apart. (I would, in real life, watch this documentary). Then there was another documentary trailer that opened with a woman on a sari giving a press conference saying "I am [name], but to the people at MIT, [names of various other institutions], I am the face of the enemy."

Then I woke up, and cried.

#dreams

[piripaprika]

nsfw questions meme

seems appropriate given my genre of writing, i'll answer some

1. How many people have you had sex with?

Including giving/receiving oral, 8. If phone sex counts, 9.

2. Can you remember the names of everyone you’ve slept with?

Yes.

3. With whom did you first do the sexytimes? Was it good?

I loathe your use of the word 'sexytimes' with every fiber of my being, but I suppose that if you mean the first time I had sex, I was like 14. It wasn't great. His cum tasted awful and I spit it out on the grass. Oral sex counts as what you've terribly referred to as 'sexytimes'.

4. What’s the best sex you’ve ever had?

A couple of months ago I was with this incredible person that somehow knew exactly what made me tick. They actually went through and read my fanfics bc I told them about them before we fucked. They said they would take them as inspiration for how to do me and I was floored. Anyways, they seemed to get a real kick out of giving oral; every time they finished eating my cunt out they'd come up and kiss me. As time went on I could actually taste myself in their mouth and it was insane. That was definitely my best sex to date. I hope they're doing okay ;(

5. What’s the worst sex you’ve ever had?

It was actually a nice experience back during my junior year of highschool, but then my mom came home COMPLETELY unprecedented. One thing led to another, I got into a fight with her, and she called the cops on me. Needless to say that the guy I was dating at the time and I didn't have sex again.

6. Where’s the most unusual place you’ve had sex?

I gave another guy I was dating a blowjob at the edge of a riverbank in the grass.

7. Where’s the most unusual place you’ve masturbated?

Surprisingly enough, I haven't msturbated in any weird places. I was so horny a couple of weeks ago, literally like a bitch in heat, that I was a couple of bad decisions away from flicking the bean in a bathroom but I didn't go through with it.

8. Have you ever been caught doing the sexytimes?

Yes, on more than one occasion. I also came close to being caught a shit ton of times. Needless to say--- I don't have a thing for voyeurs.

9. If you masturbate, when did you start, and how?

I was, like, eleven? I didn't really know what I was doing and I was mortified about peeing myself for years because I didn't know that is how some women squirt. I tried using inanimate objects and never got a kick out of it.

10. Have you ever been caught masturbating?

I came close to being caught a couple of times, but I've never been caught ass naked or in the act.

11. How would you describe your sexuality using only adjectives (describing words–busy, fluffy, squishy, etc.)?

very picky. I don't fuck ugly bitches.

12. Have you ever been in a queer relationship?

More than one, yes.

13. Have you ever been in a straight relationship?

Yes.

14. How and when did you realise you weren’t straight?

I sort of always knew, but two moments that stick out to me like a sore thumb in my mind were when I watched Nicki Minaj's 'Anaconda' music video on release date like 10 times in a row and when I just played Shakira's 'Can't Remember to Forget You' music video endlessly. No straight girl does that shit. I came to terms with it properly during summer of 2018 though.

15. Are you out to everyone you know?

No? I don't think people need to know my sexuality. It doesn't matter.

16. Where do you meet queer folks to date? Do you find it difficult?

Fuck if I know. I haven't gone out of my way to look for other 'queer folks' to date. It's just sort of happened. I'm not interested in actively seeking out a partner rn anyways bc I'm on my simp shit for someone that caught my eye months ago.

17. If your parents know about your sexuality, how did they react?

Oh, it was horrible at first. Now my mom doesn't really acknowledge it and my dad has his weird ways of being supportive. I haven't been kicked out of the house or anything though.

18. Does your best friend know about your sexuality? How did they react?

Uh, of course they do. There were no surprises there.

19. Describe your first queer kiss.

Rain was pattering outside of my bedroom and I was laying in his arms, shivering because of how nervous I felt. It took me a really long time to muster up the courage to kiss him. At some point he sat up and I crawled into his lap, half-straddling him, and I kissed around his neck, then his ear, then finally his lips. I remember being so happy that day that I could throw up.

20. What’s the queerest shit you’ve ever done?

I don't know what the fuck that means.

21. Are you happy with your body?

Incredibly so.

22. What’s the raddest part of your bod, and why?

Honestly, there are a lot of things I like about the way I look. I honestly won the genetic lottery. I have zero complaints.

23. What do you do with your body hair (pubes, underarms, legs, etc.)?

Trim down my pubes, shave everywhere else. I think outgrown hair is disgusting on me and if people have body odor because of their unkept hair then I won't go withthin ten feet of them.

24. Do you have stretch marks? Where?

I have stretch marks on my hips, insides of my thighs, and my ass.

25. Describe your nipples in too much detail.

My chest is covered in beauty marks, and I have a couple surrounding the areolas. The areolas themselves are just red and brown. I really don't know what you want me to tell you.

26. (Vagina-owners) Do you have an “innie” (small, tucked-in inner labia), or an “outie” (more visible/larger inner labia)?

'outie', the fuck?

27. (Vagina-owners) Is it very obvious when you’re turned on (swelling, wetness etc.)?

Not from my cunt, no. My breathing does get very labored though and I'm very sensitive to the tough.

28. (Penis-owners) Describe the size and shape of your penis. Are you happy with it?

I have a giant monster cock. It's just swinging around and the tip rubs against my right knee. My balls hang to the floor. Heavy is the burden of the blessed.

29. (Penis-owners) Have you tasted your own cum? Did you like it?

I don't have a dick but given the record of my past partners being oral enthusiasts, I have tasted my own cum. I like it, although it isn't something I'd go out of my way to buy or anything. It's pretty neutral and tart and I like the way it tastes when it mingles with someone's spit.

30. (Breast-owners) How does the size of your breasts compare? Is one bigger than the other?

They're pretty even but I'm fairly certain my right one is smaller.

SEXUAL FANTASY LAND

31. Describe your most unusual/taboo fantasy.

I don't really have anything too outlandish or incriminating, I think.

32. Do you fantasise more about real situations, or imaginary/impossible ones?

Real situations that could happen, honestly.

33. Who’s the oddest person you’ve fantasised about?

Back when I was in high-school, I fantasized about my professor ;( I was fighting some demons back then ngl

34. Do you ever find yourself fantasising absent-mindedly, or is it something you do on purpose?

I don't fantasize absent-mindedly. Normally it's triggered by a thought process or something in my surroundings.

35. Do you always fantasise while you masturbate?

No, not always.

36. When you fantasise, does it usually lead to masturbation?

Not necessarily.

37. Have you ever had sex with someone while fantasising about someone else?

Nope.

38. Do you have any celebrity crushes that you fantasise about?

None. Celebrity implies a real person, and honestly I don't really fantasize about fictional crushes too frequently.

39. Have you ever fantasised about something by accident, and felt weird about it after?

Yeah, absolutely. I feel bad when I fantasize about my crush.

40. Describe your most sexy fantasy.

What terrible fucking phrasing. no.

41. How do you feel about BDSM?

I think it can be done well and enjoyed.

42. What’s your most unusual kink?

I dunno, I have a bunch of things that are embarassing. I have a huge thing for nice hands. I also really enjoy the idea of being with someone significantly taller than me (that I wouldn't be able to bench-press). I also like the idea of being able to make that partner cry, or whine, or feel a bit overwhelmed.

43. In an SM context, do you prefer giving pain, or receiving it?

Probably giving pain with bites, scratches, hair-pulling, and slapping if I get irritated. Don't get me wrong--- I absolutely love having all of those things done to me. I just also relish a lot in seeing the wake of my actions.

44. Do you consider yourself to be dominant, submissive, both, or neither?

Both. I tend to sync up to a partner pretty well, though.

45. Describe your most recent bondage experience.

I haven't tried bondage yet ;( but I do have some really nice black ribbon lying around somewhere in my apartment. I hope to be able to put it to good use with some shibari or something soon.

46. In a BDSM context, have you ever referred to anyone as “daddy,” “mommy,” or any similar term?

Nope. I don't fuck with that shit.

47. Do you have a kink for any bodily fluids (pee, saliva, blood, tears, cum, etc.)?

Tears, spit, and cum. Blood isn't too terrible imo.

48. Have you ever revealed a kink to someone and had them react negatively?

Nope.

49. Do you have any kinks that you’re ashamed of?

Nothing really comes to mind.

50. How much money have you spent on equipment for your kinks (toys, whips, chains, etc.)?

Nothing. The vibrator I have was actually gifted to me.

#piripaprika speaks

[the-firebird69]

The max are being asked this question today did you hand them for trillion ships or 5 trillion big difference and they're saying no we plan to have better weaponry so did you hand them a planet with huge diamonds I said no. So did you have him fight to shake it loose the arguing and arguing then they said this is to get thorium so the match started exploding saying we did not do this on purpose. And they're screaming at the morlock for them to shut up and they don't seem tomorrow and they're telling them they did not hand him anything and they're going through it and you're trying to figure out what happened and the max are upset and they're saying this is a huge fleet and we don't know what happened to it and they're actually mad and you guys are stopping around arrogant as hell and it looks like you have nothing so they're going at it and they're fighting each other. And they're nuts both side of the same these weird weird things but it hashes out to we don't want to die and we can't give them that kind of stuff and you're insane for suggesting it it seems like his planned took the stuff and they want him to think that it's his people and they're testing their power level and Max says that sounds more accurate and they're going over what's been happening at things like that and where the match have gone and they haven't really done anything fantastic so that's what's happening right now

-the idiots here are stuck to our son and won't leave they are realizing something's very wrong and they don't know what to do. They're evacuating Florida it wasn't about 18% 3% got up this morning and start to try and get ready and they're moving out shortly and say it and they don't like what's happening and in about 1 hour they're going to be leaving we have words that more I'm going to leave after but we're starting to push in and it will make that happen we don't need these people who have the acumen of five year old children getting this angry we have real problems. That fleet they disappear one way or the other and people are pressuring your son and I'll send this thing I don't really know what happened to it so I told the idiots maybe they should get LoJack or higher kojak so they're mad about and don't know either they went on like this for a while and now it's back and he told Robert Duvall blessed will and Bill I don't know they won't talk so he decided to get it out of them and he's looking for it they found some of it without sunset is accurate our son said is accurate and truthful he thinks his brother took it. So they want the fleet back and some reason he's saying in pieces and then he gets why and the max was starting to understand it so that's rolling forwards. They're starting to work on the economy in other words

Thor Freya

Olympus

We need stuff and tons of stuff and we were wrong we can't make it all down there if we do they're just going to come after us it's a bad situation but it's absolutely true so I don't know how you do both at the same time it's except for by being there and then you proceed to try and take stuff like we used to instead of working like these cowards and trying to do nothing when are you going to face an army this massive and we don't have the numbers and the way it is nobody has a parallel

Robert Duvall

We did notice that we're having a little bit of a problem with some people and you're doing this s*** to us stalking us driving around us saying dumb s*** and you don't know what happened and we're in a lot of trouble and you're at each other like it's the best thing to do and we can't stand you because we just have an attacker and it's ours he says yeah it's that easy too I'll meet you at the diner in Jacksonville and we've got the ships that they took there and that's it okay he's right this is some easier s*** than we're making it into

He knows my name and he says it all the time and I'm in the tenant bombs and I play lex luthor and one Superman is saying something like Bob and it's not James caan who is probably trying to nose in which makes it easier and boy it is a pain

We have to stop telling people what we're doing but we didn't know about this fleet we thought it was destroyed it's kind of hurt some we need stuff we can have them make stuff and take stuff we don't have enough stuff down there believe it or not we're using it up and we have to have a presence here there's no real reason to and getting the military places is giving us a problem but for real we need to have an economy and stuff are these people just going to go berserk and they are they're just going to evacuate

James caan again

I can't believe it we're blocking a name and it's really what we need to do we're not the ones doing it to see Tommy f do it and he's ridiculous he's a b**** he acts like a girl we do it too I'm kind of getting sick of it

Trump

We're going to have that factories we need stuff and we can't make it there for some reason and we can't get the stuff not really sure why not all of us can get it it's got to get going now you say they're working on it we know they are

William Dafoe

We have a lot of stuff that we're doing but the factories are back up to about 730%. That's pretty high. And we are witnessing more and more factories coming up and and turning on probably another 70% by tomorrow afternoon and we're reaching out small comfort level but we really need a lot more there was a drop in the economy that occurred before covid I dropped like half though the population is less it's more people who are consumers in use things in a concerned and like to work and then I work for a while and they don't care they want to get back to work we haven't planned and initializing it and to start work on a lot of projects drive by with rocks that they break and leave all over the place and that's all they're doing all day long and it's really annoying and everything that's taken they just keep doing it and it's absurd but. Now we are going to help here on the several things are going to take place and we're talking to everybody about it because there's so many damn problems we are going to fit these guys with trackers for real because they're criminals if they take them off they go to prison and we're going to keep doing it well we can't get away with that but we're going to do something similar. There's a war going on and we have a lot of stuff to talk about we're going to publish and we're going to be right back and we do appreciate the max spoke because there's a lot of confusion

Thor Freya

Olympus

[glittter-vamp]

CHAPTER 10

Joe Burrow x Bisexual OC.

Warnings: 18+MDNI. Fluffy, a tad bit Angsty. Lil Taste Of Smut towards the end. Alcohol Use.

Word Count: 3.5k

A week has gone by since Valeria received that heartbreaking letter. She tried through multiple ways to get in contact with her family but they were not returning her calls nor letters she had overnighted to them. She hadn't been to work all this week, Kade and Elda taking over for her after she told them the news and they were both super understanding and told her to take as much time as needed. Her friends had also dropped by every so often to check on her. Bringing her, her favorites like snacks & drinks, anything to give her a bit of a pick me up and hanging out a bit trying to cheer her up as best as they all could.

Joe on the other hand, had not left her side. No matter how many comments she made to him about how he should go home, go visit some family and friends in Athens or just go out with the guys from the team but he was not budging and would always protest. 

"Are you going to eat this?" Joe asks as he holds up yesterday's pizza box.

"You can have it." Val chuckles shaking her head as she lays on the couch watching pretty little liars to which Joe was more invested in it than she was at this point.

"Hey pause that! I don't want to miss anything." Joe says to her as he heats up the pizza in her microwave. Val sighs and pauses the episode.

"Do you want me to make you anything?" Joe asks her.

"Nah... I'm good, thanks." She shakes her head.

"You have to eat Val, how about the French toast you left this morning?" He asks.

"I'm not hungry." Val mutters but she see's him take out the French toast anyway.

"Shouldn't you be working out instead of eating pizza?" Val asks.

"Calling me fat or something?" Joe scoffs.

"Your ass does seem to jiggle more lately." She nods making him roll his eyes.

"I have a normal size butt." Joe mumbles making her laugh.

"No normal size butt has a recoil like yours Burrow." Val snorts.

"Pervert." Joe shakes his head.

"Whatever you say Ms. New Booty."

"That's Mr. New Booty to you." Joe says making her laugh again.

Joe goes over to her with her French toast once he reheated it in the small oven and Val sighs loudly knowing he wasn't going to stop trying to make her eat until she gave in.

"I'm not going to eat all of this, these pieces are huge." Val says as she sits up and takes the plate from him.

"Just eat half at least." Joe shrugs before walking away and Val takes a bite of the French toast.

"Like a damn child." He mutters making Val give him the stink eye.

"I heard that!" She says with a mouth full of food.

"Well! I've been trying to get you to eat properly for days now. I know you're sad but you can't starve yourself. You also haven't been drinking enough water." Joe says grabbing his own food and waters for them both and walking over to Val sitting next to her. Val rolls her eyes and grabs the water from him taking a few sips.

"Happy?" She says sarcastically to Joe.

"Super." He mutters giving her attitude back.

The last few days, some tension had been growing between Val and Joe. Though Joe was being kind enough to her and doing everything for her. They noticed they were being a bit snappy towards each other. Mostly Val started it, she wasn't sure if it was because of the situation at hand or something else along the lines of some sexual frustration. She had found herself being extremely aroused by almost everything Joe did. His efforts in the gym this offseason were not going unnoticed by her but due to their current relationship standings... she couldn't really act on it like she would of months ago.

As they ate and continued their pretty little liars marathon, Joe asking the same question and giving the same opinion a billion times which was asking if a certain character was really A or being overly confident that someone was and being wrong by the end of the episode which would annoy him.

Val ended up finishing her food, being hungrier than she thought and took her dirty plate to rinse and put in the dishwasher. As she did that, there was a knock on the door and looking over at Joe mostly wondering if he had invited someone over, he just looked at her back and shrugged being as confused as she was. Opening the door without checking the peephole she opens it and finds herself face to face with a stranger holding a huge bouquet of flowers.

"Valeria Rios?" The man asks and she nods  confused. "These are for you, have a nice day." The man politely says handing her the bouquet of white roses which seemed to be more than two dozen roses...maybe even three. She thanks him and he walks off as Val shuts the door. Expecting them to be from your friends, employees or even Joes parents she was shocked when she set the roses down and read the card, seeing it was from Summer.

She had been ignoring her texts and calls while Joe was here avoiding an argument with him knowing he wasn't fond of her and also not really being in the mood to talk much to anyone else. It was the reason why her friends would drop in unannounced because she was ignoring phone calls and texts.

Dropped by the store twice looking to see you, Kade filled me in on the passing of your dad. Sending you my deepest condolences, hope you're taking care of yourself. Call or text me anytime if you need too, with love. - Summer <3

As Val read the note, Joe still sat on the couch ignoring what was going on the TV and eyeing her. He saw the little faint smile on her face as she read the note, to which she hadn't noticed herself that she did.

"Who are those from?" Joe asks from where he was seated. Val snapping out of her thoughts and looking over to him immediately feeling too nervous to tell him.

"Uh, they're from Summer." She admits. Joe hating hearing those words.

"Oh... cool." He says nonchalantly, but clearly bothered by the gesture but he knew better than to start anything with Val while she was still grieving and being unstable with her.

"Kade told her of my dads passing I guess, I haven't talked to her all week so these are very unexpected." She shrugs looking at the flowers. She couldn't help but to think how much they probably cost Summer. She knew she made good money but still, only Joe ever splurged on her like this from time to time.

"Her and Kade are friends like that?" Joe asks seeming rather annoyed. Val sighs and hands the card to Joe so he could read it himself.

"With love... that's a little much." Joe mutters setting the card on the coffee table.

"That doesn't mean the way you think it does, stop reading so much into it." Val says grabbing the flowers to put just a bit more water in the vase.

"You're not reading enough into it." Joe snaps back.

"Because there's nothing to read into, Joe. We've barely seen each other at all since she's been in town, I haven't even talked to her this entire week." Val rolls her eyes annoyed at him.

"Oh you two have seen plenty of each other." Joe mutters once again.

"You know, I appreciate you staying with me this entire week and taking care of me but maybe that's about over. We've been snapping at each other for the past two days, maybe you should go back to your place and give us both some space." Val says getting upset over that last comment Joe made.

"You're kicking me out?" Joe scoffs standing up and walking over to her.

"If you say so." She shrugs not caring to argue back with him.

"That's too bad because I'm not going anywhere." Joe smirks.

"Fine, then you can stay out here and I'll be in the bedroom." Val rolls her eyes and walks to her bedroom but quickly Joe grabs her hand and pulls her to him. Chests bumping with his.

"What?" Val mutters feeling the change in attitude within Joe. He went from annoyed to lustful.

"Why don't I...grab a bottle of wine and your favorite chocolates..." Joe says caressing her face which makes her stomach do flips but she stands her ground.

"Your competitiveness and jealously is ridiculous." Val shakes her head going to her room and to her drawers to grab a fresh pair of underwear and shower.

"What are you talking about?" Joe rolls his eyes following her into the room.

"You're only interested in getting a bottle of wine and my favorite chocolates because of the flowers, not because you want too. I'm not stupid." Val says walking over to her bathroom.

"That's part of it, I'll admit that but C'mon. I saw that smile on your face. I've been trying to get that out of you all week. All it took were flowers from your ex..." Joe says sitting down on her bed looking defeated.

"What are you even talking about? You're the only person who has stuck out this whole week with me and has made me laugh with your lame dad jokes and ridiculous reactions to Pretty little liars plot twists. You think expensive flowers are better than that or worth more than that? Than your time and your love?" Val looks over to him.

"No." He mumbles like a sad child.

"Then stop wallowing and getting bothered over a simple friendly gesture." Val says sitting next to him.

"You know I can't do that when there's something obviously there between you and her." Joe shakes his head taking a deep breath.

"What are we doing here Joe? We cheat on each other on the same night, basically break up, sleep with other people and you're here taking care of me like I'm your wife or something... if the guys knew they'd kick your ass." Val snorts laying back on her bed.

"I don't care what the guys think, they're no one to talk on relationships when half of them are in shitty relationships themselves they don't talk to no one about." Joe lies next to you.

"Now...why can't you apply that mentality to the rest of the world with our relationship?" Val says.

"Because it's different having a few guys say something where you can tell them to fuck off instead of thousands if not millions of people...I saw the comments on your posts this past month. I don't want to bring more negative attention to you like that...especially now while you're going through this." Joe shakes his head. 

"See... that's the part you keep missing, as long as I have you by my side I don't care about what people have to say." She says cuddling up beside him.

"You say that until you have a bunch of strangers bullying for stupid fucked up reasons or people contacting you trying to get to me." Joe mutters against her hair.

"That already happens." Val says looking up at him.

"Are you sure about this Val? There's no going back If we go public." Joe says making Val smile.

"I said what I said. I've been sure about this since the day you asked me to be your girlfriend." Val says leaning in for a kiss which Joe gladly returns. The kiss quickly grows more intense and Val some how ends up on top of Joe straddling him.

"Wait--I don't want you do this while you're still pretty vulnerable." Joe says out of breath which made Val appreciate him even more for thinking of her feelings first.

"That's really thoughtful of you. Let's give it a few more days...let me get back to normal but I hope you know your gains from the gym have me going insane." Val bites her lip making Joe chuckle.

"Let's get you back to your normal routine. Then you can jump my bones whenever you want." Joe kisses her.

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

A few Days Later:

"I'm so glad you decided to meet us for lunch today, it's good to see you getting back to normal." Mateo says as they cheers to Val.

"Thanks guys, I just needed a moment to regroup and get over some emotions." Val smiles.

"We're just glad you took care of yourself and you're getting back to yourself." Karina smiles.

"Agreed, we just want to see you doing better." Gen nods.

"I appreciate that, and the way you guys showed up for me means a lot to me." Val beams at her best friends.

"You know we always got you." Karina smiles at her. 

"That being said... I need my party planning partner back for the engagement party." Gen smiles. 

"I'm free on Wednesday and Thursday. Let me know what I can do on those days." Val nods. 

"So, how is the love life? I think we were all surprised that Joe was there every time one of us went over." Karina says not beating around the bush about them two. 

"It's still a little complicated but we're going to attempt this again." Val says to them as she sips her drink. 

"Is that something you truly want?" Gen asks looking at Val with curiosity. 

"Yeah, we both made mistakes but if it doesn't work this time for any reason. I won't hesitate to move on and not waste anymore of each others time." Val responds. 

"And...Summer?" Mateo asks raising his eyebrows at her. 

"We talked yesterday, she respects us and agreed to just stay friends. She's going back to California for a few months anyway so I don't think I'll be seeing or hearing much of her." Val shakes her head. 

"Well that's some convenient timing! I wish you and Joe luck though." Gen smiles. 

"Thanks, now can we order another round? I've missed drinking with you guys." Val chuckles before finishing her drink. 

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Few Hours Later: 

"Thank you for the ride Matty." Val slurs a bit as she gets out of his car. She had just a bit too much too drink tonight and Mateo was kind enough to drop her off at Joe's while Gen took her car to her place since Gen came with him. 

"You sure you don't want me to drop you off at home? You're pretty drunk and it's midnight...I doubt Joe is up." Mateo says looking at the dark house. 

"I have a key, I'll be fineee. Text me when you get home yourself!" She hiccups before slamming his car door shut and wobbling up the driveway. Val somehow manages to unlock the door just fine and locks it behind her. Surprisingly the alarm doesn't go off, so she just turns on the hall light and slips out of her shoes making her way upstairs to Joe's room. Opening his door she immediately hears his soft snores. 

Smirking to herself she turns on the light, flings her purse across the room and jumps on top of Joe's back which scares him nearly to death as she see's his eyes almost pop out of his head making her laugh. 

" What the fuck!! Val!? Jesus...what hell are you doing?" He says annoyed and still groggy from his slumber.

"I wanted to see you. I missed you...and your perfect plump butt." She says playing his cheeks like congas through the bed sheet. 

"What? It's like midnight. Please tell me you didn't drive here like this." He says trying to turn around but between being entangled in the sheets and Val's full body weight on him he couldn't move. 

"No silly, Mateo brought me." Val says blowing raspberries on his naked and smooth muscular back. 

"Okay--alright! How about we get you to shower, cause you smell like a college bar and need to sober up." Joe says patting one of her legs that was straddling him. 

"That's rude!" She laughs as she tries to get off him but loses balance and falls on the floor on her back, hard. 

"Val! Are you good?" Joe says quickly getting out of bed to help her up scared she might of hurt herself but she was giggling at herself instead. 

"You are so fucking cute." Val says grabbing Joes face in her hands and mushing it together making her cackle at the funny face she creates on him. 

"Okay...that's enough fun with my face, let's get you showered." Joe says picking her up and helping her to the bathroom. 

"Are you okay to shower alone while I get you something to drink and some fresh clothes?" Joe asks her as she leans on the sink and watches him turn on the shower. 

"Yeah...I'll just sit on the shower bench like I've done before." She yawns. She undresses as Joe leaves her and steps into the hot shower. Somehow she manages to shower just fine and Joe brings her some fresh clothes. Getting dried off, she gets dressed and brushes her teeth. Once she's done, she comes back out and finds Joe back in bed and waiting for her. Getting into bed next him, Joe gives her an unimpressed look.

"Mad at me?" She pouts and he rolls his eyes. 

"No, annoyed? a bit, but I'm not mad." He says as she cuddles beside him. 

"I can call an Uber and go back home if I'm bothering you." She hiccups. 

"Not that you'd even make it out my bedroom this inebriated but I would not let that happen at 1AM." Joe shakes his head reaching over to give her the drink he had gotten for her and hands it to her. 

"What is this? Is this that sports drink you're gonna be promoting in a few weeks?" She asks he nods. She opens it and takes a generous sip. 

"This taste like medicine." She grimaces putting the cap on it and setting on the night stand. 

"I have so many cases of that flavor in the garage. I don't know what to do with them." He shakes his head. 

"Donate them silly-goose, you literally run a foundation to help feed people." She says kissing his cheek.

"Speaking about that...I have to go to California in about two weeks to do some stuff for the foundation and your now favorite sports drink." Joe says. 

"Hmm... for how long?" She asks. 

"Week...week and a half maybe. I was wondering if you'd like to go with me. Maybe we can have a few days to ourselves and enjoy Malibu and some of their nice restaurants." Joe suggests which felt weird to Valeria because if he ever invited her somewhere she'd meet him there and stay in a different hotel room so people wouldn't speculate which never really worked well because people would see them and speculate. 

"Um... Well, I did take off a week already from the store..." Val bites her lips looking at Joe who was awaiting an answer. 

"Well you'd have two weeks to leave everything set with Kade and Elsa, plus aren't you the boss?" Joe gives her a small smile. 

"Okay, I'll go...but if I run into any of my celebrity crushes...mind your business about what happens!" She giggles tracing her fingers on the muscles in his arms. 

"Not gonna happen, I just got you back and you want to leave me already for some rich celebrity? They're going to have to get through me. " Joe says tickling Val making her laugh as she tries to get him to stop. 

"You just described yourself! Plus, your amount of sacks say that won't be any problem for them." She laughs as Joe over powers her and holds her hands on either side of her as he now hovers her. 

"Wrong. I'm simply a known athlete with a very good salary and watch it with the sacks comment, I'm working on that mkay?" He says kissing her neck softly. 

"You're so annoying." She snorts as she wraps her legs around him, already feeling him growing hard for her against her. 

"I hope you don't have to get up early tomorrow." Val says before kissing him. 

"Just for the gym, I can always come back and take a nap." Joe smirks taking Val's top off, his mouth latching onto her right nipple making her moan as the feeling. Running her hands through his soft hair which has grown quite a lot since the beginning of the year, now being the perfect length to pull on. 

"Of course... you didn't wear the panties I gave you." Joe murmurs against her skin as his fingers travel to heat, feeling her wet folds and making Val softly gasp.

"Thought you might... want a midnight snack so I left it unwrapped." She bites her lip looking at him to which he looks at her back with lustful eyes and a sly grin, making his way down to between her thighs after giving her soft wet kisses down her torso. Joe gives her one last smirk before giving her fold a gentle lick making her buck her hips at the sensation of his tongue on her after so long. 

A/N: Chapter was a bit all over the place but thank you for sticking with me and waiting for this chapter. Finally got around to edit & tumblr decided to work for two seconds allowing me to do a late night post.

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