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musewritingsforyou · 10 months

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A Normal? Day

Summary: A normal day in the life of Beacon Hills Favorite Couple

Warnings: unbearable Fluff, plot points that wont make sense just yet

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: I realized I dont have any of my Stiles work updated yet! This is just a short little oneshot to show people what my stiles writing will kind of be like. I wrote it to be included in a season rewrite that I am doing but It didnt fit great so now im just giving it to you for fun!

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*somethings that wont make sense to you will be explained if you go read my series rewrite in the next few weeks!*

A normal day in a supernatural world.

Step one, wake up.

Waking up is a long process for me. My lovely hyperactive boyfriend did what he always does for me each morning, wake up about thirty minutes before me, sit there as still as he can (which is not very still) to let me sleep in, give up after ten minutes and then get out of bed. Stiles woke up at six this morning, playing with my hair as I slept before he finally got out of bed. Like every morning since we started doing this, he placed his pillow and a spare flannel in my arms so I wouldn't ‘get cold and lonely’, and then went to get himself ready for school. This was a relatively short process, throw on some pants, decide between a sweatshirt or a flannel, find the backpack and then he's pretty much done. For me on the other hand, it's a little different.

“y/n/n, I gave you five extra minutes. You gotta get up.” I groaned and moved the pillow that was in my arms to cover my face. To my disappointment Stiles took it off and started peppering me with kisses until I opened my eyes with a scowl on my face.

“I love you but I really hate you.” He gave me a classic Stiles grin as he moved backwards off of the bed.

“I know, you make sure to tell me that every time I wake you up.”

After walking out the door, and then back to it within seconds to make sure I was actually getting up, Stiles went downstairs to make some coffee and left me to get ready. I was running late, per usual, but by the time I made it to the car all of my things were there waiting for me, along with Stiles who held out a travel cup of coffee just the way I like it and forcibly handed me a banana.

“Eat.” I shook my head and motioned for him to drive.

“Too early, If I eat right now I'll actually puke all over your car.” He started the car and drove with one hand as he kept the banana extended.

“Babe, we do this every morning and every morning I remind you that-” I snatched the fruit from his hand as I finished his sentence.

“Breakfast is important and if you don't eat it in three hours you're going to come to me during class with a panicked look on your face telling me you think you're about to pass out. I know, I remember.”

I sound sarcastic like this every morning, but even through the snide remarks and the occasional unnecessary and undeserved insult, Stiles still looks at me like I'm the answer to the universe.

Step two, school. For this one I recommend that you don’t do what I manage to do every year, fill your schedule with all honors and AP classes, zero breaks or study halls, and more than three extra-curriculars.

I won't bore you with the rather slow details of a highschool senior. I will however give you this, classes are hard, I don't think I will ever be able to use a red pen in my entire life, and with each passing day somehow I find a way to be even more stressed than the day before.

The day ended with me sitting on a bench with Lydia and Malia, watching our boys play lacrosse from across the field and inevitably laughing our asses off whenever either of them would look over to make a face at us and get tackled or hit with something from the field. Ah the simple pleasures, you know? As we both waited for Stiles and Scott, Lydia and I spread our various school textbooks out on the bench in front of us, in all about sixteen heavy books set open as we studied. When Coach finally blew his whistle with one ear shattering blow after another the boys ran to us, practically dripping in sweat. Stiles bound up the bleachers, skipping some of the steps and leaned down in front of me, waiting for a kiss. I didn't look up from my textbook, and neither did Lydia as she responded to the boys while hovering over her calculus homework.

“Nice try boys, but before you even think about going anywhere but a dog kennel, you need to take showers.” There were a few mumbled protests but again without looking up she shooed them with her hands.

“Come on, off you go.” I giggled a little as they marched away in defeat, their cleats making a crunching sound when they reached the grass.

Step three, finally to get home, only to have to go to a pack meeting.

Like every other Friday the pack all met in Scotts living room, this time all agreeing to stay away from anything breakable. I promised Melissa I wouldn't let them destroy the house while she was out, and I keep my promises. At the moment there were no big problems. Though I still wince a little when I say it, it seems like everything in Beacon Hills is… normal. As weird as that sounds. But we still meet once a week, every week it becomes more of a group study/hangout than a real meeting, but spending time with our friends was more valuable than any solution we had come up with before. The only issue to discuss at this meeting was me. I wouldn't call it an issue exactly, but after finding out about my… species? People? Clan? I don't know what to call it, but after finding out about what I am, we still have almost no information about what that really means, for me or for them.

“Liam, as much as I appreciate the input, I don’t think being a truth seeker literally means that I can cheat on multiple choice tests. Even if it did, morally I will tell you again, cheating is a bad thing, and also none of my classes use multiple choice.”

They all tried their best to put Stiles and I at ease, telling us that in time we would figure it all out. But that was the thing, we didn't have time. We’re seniors just a few months from leaving this town for college, and once I leave I don't see myself flying across the country once a week just so that I can make sure I know the “truth” of Beacon Hills. The sun finally set and Stiles and I said our goodbyes, walking hand in hand out the jeep before heading to his house for the night.

Step four, stay up until three in the morning looking for answers about what supernatural powers you have. yeah , I know, that one's a kicker.

As soon as Stiles and I stepped foot in the door of his room we threw off our bags and changed into sweatpants. I took the flannel he gave to me this morning and placed it over my tank top as we stood in front of his clear board as if waiting for an idea to come to us by itself. The board was still blank, nothing there but a picture of me and Stiles together at the lookout in the woods. A little reminder that no matter what crazy ideas are thrown onto this board, we always have each other. We settled into our usual spots, Stiles standing and pacing in the middle of the room while I spread books and papers out over his bed, laying on my stomach and staring into the pages.

Finally, Step five, wait for the full frustration to kick in, and then once it's there, find a cute boy to calm you down.

I was laying flat on my stomach with four books in front of me, two from school, two from Lydia on the supernatural. I was hoping that in between my AP calculus homework and my college physics textbook I could figure out something new about my identity. News flash, it wasn't working. I groaned at the words in front of me, frustrated that for some reason the letters were swimming in and out. I took the books (all four of them) and slammed them shut before throwing them aggressively onto the ground in front of Stile’s bed and then taking the papers and just tossing them onto the air without any thought of aim or purpose. Stiles stopped pacing and stood still in front of his board, which now had a few red squiggles here and there along with the photo and a horrible attempt at drawing a wolf. He turned slowly to me with a marker in his hands.

“You good?”

“Not really.” He nodded and walked over, sitting beside me on the edge of the bed and putting the marker down. While I was still lying on my stomach he placed a hand on my back and rubbed it slowly.

“baby, do you know what time it is right now?” I placed my head in my hands and responded.

“No. Do I want to?”

“No, but I'm going to tell you anyway. It's three in the morning.” I said nothing and just signed into my hands. Stiles ignored my angry sighs and continued.

“Babe do you know what that means?” I shook my head.

“Well first of all it means that you are probably exhausted, which is why you're getting so frustrated with yourself, but more importantly it means that we have two hours before that night time diner downtown closes.” I looked up fast.

“Are you talking about the one with the pie, and the fries and the shakes.” He looked at me very seriously and nodded. Without another word I popped up on the bed and threw on a pair of crocs.

“Stiles, no matter what I say in the mornings when you wake me up, I love you so much I think you might even be higher on my list than eating pie at three in the morning.” He gave me a broad smile and kissed me on the cheek.

“Say no more, love.”

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missathlete31 · 11 months

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Work In Progress.... Thursday?

This little conversation came to me when, (shockingly) I was thinking about Hangman angst. Basically it's a conversation between Javy and Nat after the mission, where Javy can't seem to take everyone bashing his best friend anymore (aka fandom Javy is the best Javy).

It paints Hangman in a good but sad light, (sorry I can't help it, I'm VERY BIAS towards him). But I would love to hear what people think about it.

Fair Warning: It's a very rough first draft! Also some adult language in here.

"Are you really all that fucking blind" Coyote spat, an unusual show of animosity dripping from his tone.

"Excuse me?"

"It's an act, Jesus Christ, it's a fucking act" Coyote looked her right in the eyes, any drunkeness she thought she saw was long gone, "he acts like a dick, he acts like the world's cockiest asshole but god he doesn't know any better."

"Don't excuse his bullying-"

"It's how he gets you all to fly better Phoenix, and don't even try to deny that it didn't work. He a shitty communicator but he gets results."

"Why would he bother-“

"Because he cares, shit he cares. He worries non-stop about all of you, about all of us. He brought up Bradshaw's father, a dick move I know" he cut in before Natasha could, "because he was petrified that Rooster wouldn't fly fast enough without it. He knew Mitchell was picking him for the mission and he needed to get him motivated."

"Maverick wasn't even team leader then, don't tell me Hangman knew-"

"Of course he knew, we all did. Everyone saw there was history, everyone saw the way Maverick chased after Rooster on the tarmac that first day. It was obvious he was on some sort of apology tour and was going to use the wingman spot to curry favor- I'm not saying Bradshaw didn't deliver in the end" Javy raised a hand to stop the argument she was about to make, "but you cannot tell me that he was the right choice prior. He never made it through the course under the time. He constantly ignored his group to make a point that slower was fine."

Natasha's gaze turned to Rooster who was chatting with Omaha, Fitz, Fanboy and Payback at the pool table. All was good now but Phoenix remembered the fear in Payback's voice over the comms when he knew Rooster wasn't flying fast enough; wasn't leading them fast enough. Coyote was right; she was blinded by her loyalty at the time but choosing Rooster was clearly Maverick's attempt at making amends, a decision that could have resulted in people not making it home. She turned back to see the other pilot was watching her gaze, "You knew it too,” Coyote told her softly some of his anger burned away, “you just didn't want to accept it."

"I couldn't" she looked down, "not at the time."

"I get it."

But Natasha raised her head, her own anger coming back, "Of course you do," she chided, "you’re blinded by your best friend too. You can't honestly convince me that his actions are because he cares. He insults us regularly.” she spat bitterly.

“He pushes you, in the only way he knows how.”

“Coyote-“

"Believe whatever you want" Javy shrugged, "he prefers you think the worst of him anyway."

"I mean it's just- he's-"

"I know what he is" and again that sobering look was on the man's face, "I know better than anyone and if you or any of the other's would bother to take a second to really look, you'd see it too."

"He's horrible to everyone, can you blame them-"

"Who is always the first one to text you for your birthday Natasha, no matter where either of you are stationed?"

"Okay but-"

"Who sent flowers for your grandmother's funeral? Who drove you six hours to your parents that time you were stuck four years ago? Who helped Yale get the leave he needed by trading in his own? Who made sure Rooster got to the hospital the night of his car accident in flight school? Who salvaged Halo's birthday party when everyone got reassigned at the last minute? Who fought those guys that jumped Omaha despite having no other backup? Who cleaned up when we all got trashed after the dogfight football game so Penny didn't have to on her own? I know it's easier to think of Jake Seresin as a dick but don't deny he hasn't been a friend all these years as well. I thought better of you."

"That's not fair-"

"Isn't it?” His eyes narrowed dangerously, “tell me, do you know when Jake's birthday is?"

The woman couldn't help the heat that rushed to her face from her lack of answer, "I- I don't" she admitted.

"Do you know anything about him? His family? His hometown? Anything? Did you know he never goes back home during leaves or holidays? He stays on base alone or he goes with me if I'm off the same time."

Again Nat shook her head, "I- I never realized-"

"Yeah" Coyote finished his drink and stood up from his barstool, "I didn't think so."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to go check on him. I want to make sure he's alright-"

Her brow furrowed, "Why wouldn't he be?"

"Just forget it."

"No wait," she pulled at Javy's arm so he couldn't walk away, "I’m serious. I know he didn’t come out tonight but I figured he had other plans or something. Is that not the case?”

Coyote looked her dead in the eye for a moment and Phoenix felt like she was taking a test she didn’t know how to pass. Finally Javy seemed to lower his defensives, “He didn’t come out because he was trying to get some sleep” the man shared carefully.

“Oh-“ Nat couldn’t contain the surprise, “he’s having trouble sleeping?”

“Something like that.”

“You’re worried about him” she observed softly.

“Someone has to” he shot back tightly, “because he sure as shit isn’t going to worry about himself.”

The statement caught Natasha off guard but she opted to not question it. She always thought of Jake Seresin as self centered but clearly from the stress in Javy’s posture, it seemed that cockiness was just another part of the Hangman show. Phoenix cleared her throat to get her companion’s attention, “do you think-“ she huffed out a breath, not sure how her request would be received, “do you want some company to go check on him? Maybe I can help?”

Coyote stayed silent for a moment as he watched her with a frown. His eyes shifted to the other Daggers still having fun before they rested back on the female aviator, “don’t you want to get back to the others?”

“I want to check on my friend” she amended with a raised brow, relieved when Javy matched her expression but didn’t exactly contradict her. “He’s not going to like it” Coyote offered instead, “Jake didn’t want anyone to know.”

“When have I ever done what Hangman likes” she tried to joke. It barely landed but Phoenix counted it as a win when Javy gave the tiniest of a nod towards the door, “alright, let’s go.”

Part 2:

Javy headed into the gym quickly, immediately reaching for the speed controls on the treadmill and slowing it to a walking pace. Hangman offered a weak nod as he staggered off the machine. "Thanks man" the man's voice was breathy as he panted, "went a little too hard."

"'A little hard?'" Coyote mocked, "you look ready to collapse-"

The blonde waved him off, reaching for his water bottle and taking a big sip, "I'm fine- what you doing here anyway?"

"When I didn’t see you in your bunk, I figured your dumbass would head to the gym, do you have any idea what time it is? What are you doing Jake? The treadmill says you’ve been running for 11 miles already! Are you crazy?”

The blonde pilot bristled in indignation but Javy could see the touch of embarrassment that colored Hangman's cheeks, "It’s fine” Jake argued, “It’s just a work out, don’t get all upset-"

"I will get upset because you’re meant to be trying to get some sleep" he emphasized the other man’s sweating body, "this doesn't look like sleeping."

"Just needed to get my body a little more tired before I try again-"

"Jake this is the fifth night in a row-"

"It's getting better, I was able to get twenty minutes before-"

Javy shook his head sadly, "You need to talk to someone man,"

"I'm handling it-"

"No you're not, you haven't gotten a decent night sleep since we docked and I'm getting worried.”

Hangman opened his mouth to respond but stopped when he noticed another figure in the gym, a dark haired woman standing just a few feet back, "Phoenix?" he gaped out in surprise, “what are you doing here?"

Nat offered a weak wave as she stepped closer, "Hey Bagman-"

Jake’s green eyes narrowed onto his best friend, cold with betrayal, "Why did you bring her?” He asked sternly.

Javy shrugged, "She insisted."

"For what?” Hangman asked, “ I texted you before that I was fine. I told you to enjoy your night-"

"And I wasn't. Not with you here not sleeping- come on man, let me help-"

"There's nothing to help" Jake turned to Phoenix, his voice short but with more emotions than he normally showed, “I don't know why you felt the need to come but you can head on back to the bar now, nothing to see here."

The woman refused to be deterred, "I heard you’re having trouble sleeping-“ she began.

Jake’s shot Javy another nasty look before turning back to Nat with a smirk on his face, “no actually,” he retorted icily, “I felt like a late night workout. It takes a lot to look this good-“

"Jake-" she couldn’t contain her eye roll, “you don’t have to lie”

“Lie about what Natasha?" He opened his arms like he welcomed her argument, “I’m sleeping fine okay? Javy is just being ridiculous. I’m good-“ but he cut off when Natasha’s hands grabbed his. “Jake” she whispered, waiting until his green eyes finally met hers, “please. I'm not here to judge you. It’s okay.” she motion to Javy and herself, “we both just want to help you.”

“I don’t need help!” The man continued to argue. “I told you I’m good- I can sleep anytime I want okay,” his composure started to slip, his words becoming more frantic, “I can. It’s fine. I’m fine-“

She squeezed his hand tighter, “it’s normal what you’re going through” she reasoned but the blonde aviator only shook his head, “it’s not” he finally admitted, voice broken, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me” he let out a loose sob.

“Oh Jake” Nat pulled him into her chest despite their size difference, “there’s nothing wrong with you. I get nightmares too you know-"

But it was clear she said the wrong thing as Hangman jumped from her embrace as though burned. He scrubbed at his face, erasing any evidence of his breakdown. “It makes sense you have nightmares” the man explained, his tone softened at the woman’s admission, but he kept his distance. “You had the bird strike, you flew the mission. Your nightmares are warranted.” He shook his head, “I was just the spare, I never flew the course-“

Nat's eyes widen as she stared at the exhausted man in front of her. One look at Javy and she could tell that he felt just as horrified at Hangman's rationale. “Jake- you flew the mission-"

"I didn't. I was just a dick to everyone and compromised the team.”

She shook her head, "You saved Bradley and Mav, you got a confirmed kill, you saved the day-"

"And I was almost too late, the missile... I-" he trailed off, his face contorting with emotions before he was able to pull the Hangman mask back on. Jake steeled his features, “look I don't need your concern alright? Go back to the others, both of you. I'm fine-"

"Jake-" Javy argued reaching forward and gripping his best friend's arm. Jake gave it a second before he shook of the touch, "Leave me alone, I mean it."

TO BE CONTINUED: (Maybe?)

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eddiesgorlie · 1 year

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He’s So Lana Pt.2

Read part one here!

Warnings: None!

Word count: 2.7k

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The clock ticked so slowly as I waited to close the shop. I read and reread Austins text a million times and it never failed to make me smile and butterflies swarm my tummy. Just those simple words “Dinner at my place at eight?” I kept running it through my head and counting down the seconds. The clock ticked six and I closed the shop in record time, forgetting about sweeping and shutting the computer down. I tossed my bag into the passenger seat of my VW bug and jumped in the front seat, the radio blaring The Beatles as soon as I turned the key.

I didn’t make it home until 6:30 and after calculating, Austins house was a 30 minute drive with traffic so I only had an hour. I only had an hour to pick out an outfit and do my makeup and hair. I quickly ran to my closet and after what seemed to be throwing every single article of clothing on my floor I decided on my all time favorite, holy grail vintage clothing piece, my 70’s Gunne Sax white v-neck midi dress. It had beautiful little purple lavender flowers on it, crystal buttons and lace straps and I matched it with a purple cardigan. I decided to do my hair and makeup first to protect the dress from any possible makeup spills.

I put my hair up in a very loose high ponytail and just put on light pink eyeshadow, mascara and a wine colored lipstick. I looked at the clock to see I had 10 minutes until I had to leave so I quickly took the dress out of its garment bag and pulled it on, matching it with purple Candies heels. I had just enough time to grab a basket and run out to my garden to put together a harvest basket for him. Mom always told me to never show up to a hosts home empty handed.

I put a couple oranges and apples in the basket and a tomato. I clipped some flowers and herbs and added them to the basket and went back inside. I grabbed a jar of blackberry jam and a jar of wine mustard I made the other day. I finished it off by wrapping a fresh loaf of zucchini bread in a cloth and laying it in the basket.

I grabbed my patchwork purse and the basket and ran out of the door. Quickly running back in once I realized I forgot my keys… and to lock the door.

I was incredibly nervous the entire drive. Would he not like my outfit? Or my car? Or not like me? He had only met me for a short time while I was working but what if really getting to know me scared him away like many before him. Dates always had me nervous after my last boyfriend. He was a gentleman and so nice during the first few months but after a while, he became cruel and violent. I have the scars to prove it.

My GPS told me to take a right which a came to a complete stop as I looked at the road to my right. It was gravel and wooded all around. I sighed and hoped the gravel wouldn’t destroy my 1967 VW. I drove slowly and continued to monitor my GPS when it told me the destination was on my left. I didn’t see anything so I drove a little further until a large farmhouse came into view. I parked, grabbed the basket and my purse and walked up to the door, knocking twice before stepping back.

I heard some movement in the house and could see a figure through the stained glass window. The door opened and there he was, wearing a blue apron over his dark jeans and blue denim-like long sleeve button up. “Hi.” I said. “Hey, come on in.” He smiled. I nodded and walked in the house. “Here you go. Thank you for inviting me over.” I smiled, handing him the basket. “Oh of course. You didn’t have to bring anything.” He said, moving somethings around to look at all the items in the basket. “My mom always told me to never arrive at someone’s home empty handed. And its just some things from my garden or made from things from my garden.” I smiled. “I’ve never gotten something this thoughtful.” He smiled. “I hope you like everything.” I said. “I know I will. Come on in, make yourself at home. Dinner is almost done.” He said. I followed him into the kitchen and sat at one of the barstools and watched him cook.

“I have never been on a date with a guy that can cook.” I smiled. “Really? I think more people should try to learn to cook, I really enjoy it.” He said. “I’m definitely more of a baker than chef but I know enough to survive.” I laughed. “Baking is an entire new territory I am yet to conquer.” He said. “What’s your favorite thing to cook?” I asked. “Well, my comfort food is just a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but I really enjoy making sourdough grilled cheese and homemade tomato soup.” He said. “Is that what you’re making now?” I asked. “Yeah, is that alright? I didn’t realize how low I was on ingredients until I started cooking.” He laughed. “That sounds wonderful.” I smiled.

He grabbed some cream from the fridge and added it to the soup. “I told you about my family, I’d love to hear about yours.” I said. “Well, I have an older sister, she moved states a couple of years ago and my dad still lives here.” He said. “Have you always lived here in California?” I asked. “Yep, I lived in New York for a little while I was on broadway but I missed this place more than anything.” He said. “So a Cali boy through and through. Do you surf?” I asked. “I tried a couple times but was never successful. I want to try again sometime.” He said. “It’s a lot of fun. My dad taught me.” I said. “I have an extra board, if you want I can take you out sometime and teach you! Its like riding a bike.” I smiled. “I’d really like that.” He said. “You’re going to love it. Maybe one of the times, I can bring my dad so you can learn from the master himself. He hasn’t been out on the water since mom passed so I think it’d be great for him.” I said. “Sorry, that was weird.” I said with a nervous laugh. “No, I think that would be a really great time.” He smiled.

I nodded. After that there was an awkward pause. Damnit, I blew it. I got too comfortable and blew it. “When did you lose your mom?” He asked quietly. “When I was 24, so almost 3 years ago.” I said. He nodded. “When did you lose yours?” I asked. He looked up with a confused and sad look. “How’d you know?” He asked. “I can just tell, there’s apart of you thats lost, searching for something.” I said. “I was 23.” He said. I could tell they were close and that it was a fragile subject for him. “Look at us, two half orphans.” I said, reaching over the counter and stroking his hand.

He took the grilled cheese off of the stove and put them on plates and grabbed bowls for the soup. “Do you have pets?” I asked. “I don’t. I really want a dog though.” He said. “Do you like cats?” I asked. “You know, I’ve never had a pet cat before.” He said. “I have cats. They are the lights of my life.” I laughed. “Cats.. plural?” He laughed. “Yep. I have well um…” I sighed. “2?” He asked. I shook my head. “4?” He asked. “5?” I shook my head. “Oh my. 6?” He laughed. “Close enough. 6 are mine and one just lives with me.” I laughed. “Tell me, how’d you get all of these cats?” He asked. “Well, I found Moe, Larry and Curly on the side of the highway in a bag when they were kittens, Lieutenant Dan showed up in my backyard and he was missing his front paws, Moe ended up being a girl and two kittens, Mercury and Styles and the one that lives with me was my moms cat, she’s a Maine coon named Zeus and weighs 25 pounds.” I said, holding back my laughter. “Oh my, thats a lot of cats.” He said, joining in on my laughter. “I’ll have to meet these cats. But first, is that a cat scratch on your arm?” He asked, referring to the vertical scar on my wrist. “Oh no no, they aren’t aggressive!” I reassured. He smiled.

He spooned the soup into two bowls and put the grilled cheese’s on plates. He grabbed silverware and napkins and set a bowl in front of me, the other on the placemat next to me. “So how’d you get into the record business?” He asked as he sat next to me. “So my parents had a college fund set aside for me, it was enough to go to any school I wanted and get any degree I wanted but of course, me being me, I took all the money and bought the building that is now Lucy In The Sky. My parents of course weren’t to happy about that and thought it’d would be better if I moved out so I moved in with my boyfriend at the time, he was horrible so that pushed me to spend most of my time working on remodeling the shop and hunting for cheap records to buy to get started. It was a journey but now somehow I am the owner of the most successful used record store in California.” I laughed. “That’s amazing. Did your parents ever get over it?” He asked. “I don’t think completely but we became closer again a couple years ago. I think my dad is proud now.” I said. “He should be. You built that all yourself.” He said. “With his money.” I laughed. “But if you didn’t put the work it, money or no money it wouldn’t have mattered.” He said. “I guess you have a point.” I smiled. I dipped the grilled cheese in the soup and took a bite. “Holy shit, that’s amazing.” I said, covering my mouth as I ate. “I’m glad you like it.” Austin said. “Like it? Like it?? This is like death row final meal choice quality!” I said, taking another bite. “Oh it gets better each bite.” I said.

“Tell me, what’d you think of Lana?” I asked. “I honestly don’t know how I’ve gone this long without listening to her.” He said. “Favorite song on the album?” I asked. “Born to die and National Anthem had really nice feels to them but Video Games was an out of body experience.” He said. “That is literally the only way to describe Video Games. That song got me through a lot.” I smiled. “I can tell her music means a lot to you.” He said. “It really does. In the entire shop, she is the only artist we sell new vinyl of.” I said. “I can see why. Her music is lovely. It draws you in like a siren’s song.” He said. “You have a way with words, Austin. Do you write?” I asked. “Thank you. I try to journal everyday but I’ve never written anything serious before.” He said. “You really should. You have the words of a poet.” I said. “Do you write?” He asked. “Yeah, its the only way I can express myself when I’ve feeling stressed or sad, or even happy.” I said. “Thats so beautiful.” He smiled.

We spent the next half hour talking about his upcoming Elvis role along with many other things. “How about we go in the living room and listen to some music?” He asked. “I’d love to but at least let me help with the dishes first.” I said. “Nope, I simply can not allow such a beautiful woman help clean up.” He smiled as he held his hand out. I blushed as I grabbed his hand and we walked into the living room. “Oh no way you have a Rega!” I squealed as I took in his record player and stereo system. “Is that a good one? I picked it up at a place downtown. Your shop doesn’t have record players, right?” He asked. “Its a great one, I’d definitely own one if I could afford it. I’m more of an audio technica gal. And nope, we don’t. Not enough profit.” I said. “Gotcha.” He said. “Do you mind if I?” I asked. “Not at all, go crazy.” He said.

I got down on my knees and turned the receiver on and picked up a record from his shelf. I grabbed Abbey Road. “A classic.” He smiled. “Yes it is.” I said as placed it on the turntable and placed the tone arm down on She Came In Through The Bathroom Window. I let my body flow and move to the music, smiling at Austin as I turned. I reached my hand out to him. “I’m not much of a dancer.” He laughed. “Well we better fix that, soon to be Mr. Presley.” I said as I pulled him up.

I guided him in the movements through the rest of the song. We laughed as he spun me and I came crashing into his chest. I wrapped my arms around his torso as we rocked back and fourth. People would say we honestly looked insane if they say us. I was just happy.

We sat down on the couch as Golden Slumbers came on and I sat down next to him, a slight distance between us as I closed my eyes swayed. “Sleep pretty darlin’ do not cry.” I mouthed. “My mom sang this to me as a lullaby.” I smiled. “Thats beautiful.” He said. I watched as he pretended to yawn and then laid his arm over my shoulders. I leaned into him a little as I tried not to laugh. “That was so lame.” I giggled. “It really was. That was my go to move as a teenager.” He said laughing. I comfortably laid on his chest until the end of the album. “Lets see what else ya’ got.” I smiled as I stood up and went back over to his albums. I put Abbey road back into its sleeve and put it away. “Got any Pink Floyd?” I asked. “I don’t think so.” He said. “Darn, you have a great collection beside the missing Floyd.” I said. “I’d love to see your collection sometime.” He said. “You’ve seen it.” I said. “Hm?” He asked. “The store is my collection. If I have something I want to listen to, I grab it from the store and then put it back on sale.” I said. “That’s actually really smart.” He smiled. “I know, right?” I laughed.

I pulled a record from the shelf and set it on the turntable. The sounds of Lana Del Rey’s Video Games came over the speakers. I sat back down next to him and leaned on his shoulder. I looked up at him, his eyes were closed and lips parted as he listened to the song. “She’s ethereal, isn’t she.” I smiled. “I think you’re ethereal.” He said, looking down at me. I blinked for a moment as I took in his words. I sat up, my legs straddling his. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered. I looked down as I blushed. His hand came up and lifted my chin to look at him. “Don’t get shy on me.” He said. He pushed my hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear. My heart took over as I flew forward and placed a heavy kiss on his lips. His hands buried in my hair and pulled me impossibly closer as my heart felt as though it was beating out of my chest. His thumb brushed against my bottom lip once I pulled away. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He smiled. “Not bad yourself.” I smiled.

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RHW: Chapter Ten

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PLEASE READ: I don't quite have the words to describe how I feel right now. After 14 months of planning, writing, editing, reading, and editing some more, Right Here, Waiting is finished. Other than the epilogue, which comes out next weekend, the story of Liliana and Taron has come to a close. I have had the best time with this story and I love that you have all loved it the way I have.

And I just want to throw an extra special thank you to the one and only @brayndilyn. Not only has she become a close friend this past year, she has also held me up at times when she didn't know I needed it. Without her and her dedication to this story, it wouldn't be half as good as what it is. She gave me knowledge on New York, and she's been the smut queen for me.

Word Count: 7.8k

Warnings: Smut, explicit language

May 20th, 2022

It was early evening by the time they drove into Fort William. Both Liliana and Taron were exhausted and wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed and sleep until the following day. They had been on the road for almost twelve hours, and they hadn’t slept much the night before.

After spending so much time thinking about things that they could potentially do on their weekend excursion, it was nice that they were finally close enough to rest and spend a couple of days together just the two of them. They had nothing else to worry about except one another.

Taron had intended to surprise Liliana with the trip at the beginning of the month, but with conflicting work schedules and commitments that they couldn’t get out of, they weren’t both free at the same time until a couple of weeks later. He had planned for them to celebrate six months since they first reunited at the book launch.

He also wanted to celebrate Liliana and her having handed in the first chapter of her second book. She had worked tirelessly to come up with a new concept, and had spent more time in meetings and at coffee shops writing than she had anything else. Taron wanted her to have a couple of days to relax and not have to think about anything.

When he’d come up with the idea to surprise her with their first trip away as a couple, Taron had talked to his mum constantly trying to think of places to go for the weekend. It wasn’t until Liliana had suggested they head up to Edinburgh for the Christmas Markets that Taron thought of the Scottish Highlands.

Liliana had spent some of the most pivotal years of her life in Scotland, but had never managed to take a trip to the Highlands like she’d always wanted to. She had mentioned to Taron that it was a place she would love to visit, so Taron knew that he’d found the perfect getaway for them.

It also gave him the perfect excuse to introduce her to one of his favourite pastimes, weekends in the campervan where they could stop wherever they wanted to take in the views or have a break.

He hadn’t wanted to tell Liliana about the trip until the day before they left, but when he’d left a tab open on his laptop on the one day that Liliana got home from work early and saw it a week before the trip, he had to tell her. Liliana couldn’t have been more excited if she tried.

For days she researched things that they could do, and the best places to eat. They were only going to be in Scotland for three days but she wanted them to have options and to know where things were so that they didn’t have to spend much of their time looking for places to eat.

The closer the trip got, the more Liliana’s excitement grew. She kept looking at photos of places where they could park the campervan and she would show Taron each of them. When she wasn’t looking at photos, she was looking up the best service stations that they could go to on the drive for bathroom breaks and to buy more snacks to get them through.

On the morning that they left, Taron made sure that they had enough fuel to get them a decent way up the country and made all of the necessary checks to the campervan so that they knew they would be safe, and Liliana made them both a flask of coffee to help them stay awake on the journey.

They left the flat at six thirty that morning but didn’t pull into the Morrisons car park in Fort William until almost six in the evening. Taron had hoped to get there a couple of hours earlier, but on their lunch stop, they ate and then decided to have a quick nap to refresh themselves for the afternoon stint of driving.

The nap wasn’t enough to stop them from being exhausted when they got to Scotland. Liliana couldn’t imagine how much more tired Taron was than her, as he’d been the sole driver. Many of the stops had been so that he could stretch his legs and gain feeling in his bum that had gone numb multiple times.

A little while before they got to Fort William, Liliana had compiled a list in her phone of things that they should buy to put them on for the weekend. Taron let her take charge in the shop, following her around as she put food in the trolley.

‘So we’re only getting stuff for breakfast and lunch?’ Liliana asked as they got to the sausages.

‘Yeah,’ Taron nodded. ‘I was thinking we could grab pizza on the way to our first stop tonight, and then tomorrow we could go to a pub or something. Then Sunday we’ll be on the way back so we’ll be getting food on the road.’

‘Fair enough. Do you have a gas cooker or something in the van?’

‘Yep. But the pans in the van are quite small.’

‘That’s fine.’ Liliana grabbed a pack of sausages from the fridge and started to head towards the bread section. ‘Sausage sandwiches for breakfast tomorrow? We could use the leftover sausages to make that hash that I cook and you love?’

Taron’s eyes lit up and he nodded dramatically. ‘We could have that for breakfast on Sunday before we set off home? That way we’ve got something hearty in us. There’s some spices and stuff already in the cupboard too.’

‘That sounds like a plan. I just need some tinned potatoes and a tin of beans then and that’s breakfast sorted.’

They continued around the shop getting bits that they would need, and a few extras that they could enjoy. Liliana grabbed some marshmallows and digestive biscuits. Having not had S’mores in years, she felt it only fitting that they have them at least once while they were away.

While Liliana was looking at bottles of wine, Taron slyly put a bottle of Champagne in the trolley underneath the rest of the food. He knew that Liliana wouldn’t pay attention to anything that happened at the tills so she wouldn’t see it until he wanted her to.

Taron had already planned where they were going to stop that first night, and it was only a short drive to get there. Once they were a safe distance away from the side of the road, and in an area where it was legal to park overnight, Taron opened the back doors of the campervan so that they could eat while looking out at the River Lochy.

Liliana grabbed two plates from the storage box and plated their pizza. The bottom of the pizza boxes were covered in grease from the pizza and she didn’t want them to stain the bed sheets.

As they lounged on the bed eating, they enjoyed the gentle breeze that floated across the water and into the van. A few leaves that had fallen to the ground danced around in tiny swirls before they landed on the water and drifted to waters unknown.

Liliana rested her head against Taron’s shoulder once she’d finished her pizza, and Taron let his hand move to her knee where he squeezed it gently.

‘Thank you for this, my love,’ she said softly as a leaf found its way into the campervan.

‘You are more than welcome, Love Bug. What do you think? Should we make a campfire tonight? It’s still quite early and the sun will set soon so we’ll have plenty of time to relax and enjoy it?

‘I meant it that I wanted you to have this weekend to relax. I want us to be able to spend forty eight uninterrupted hours of us. You, me, the waters of Scotland, the campervan, sex. Lots and lots of sex.’

Liliana let out a laugh before she leaned up to press her lips to Taron’s. His tongue ran along her bottom lip and she granted him access, twisting so that she could climb over him and straddle his lap.

Taron chuckled into the kiss as his hands roamed down to grip onto Liliana’s bum. She gasped into his mouth and he swallowed it whole, leaning forward just enough that Liliana had to wrap her arms around his neck to hold herself upright.

Pulling away just enough to rest her forehead against Taron, Liliana moved her hands to cup his neck softly. ‘A bonfire sounds good.’

‘All of that and all you got out of it was that a bonfire sounds good?’ Taron questioned with a guffaw that filled the camper. Liliana basked in the sound, and wished that she could listen to it on repeat for all of eternity. ‘Really?’

‘The sex sounds alright too, I guess.’ Liliana teased Taron and she knew it worked when he squeezed the flesh of her behind. ‘Forty eight uninterrupted hours of sex with you?’

Taron nodded against her before he pecked her lips three times in quick succession. ‘Who else would you be having sex with?’

‘Nobody as good as you.’

‘Fuck, Lil, where have you been hiding all this time?’

Taron tensed the second the words left his mouth. Liliana tensed at the same time and pulled away from him slightly. But she remained on his lap, looking at him with an intense concentration that left Taron concerned and curious.

It had been a while since any conversation relating to the time where they weren’t talking had been brought up. They’d gotten into a good routine of being able to ignore it, but Taron knew that mentioning hiding would have Liliana reeling and her feelings all over the place.

He looked at Liliana who looked back at him. She bit the inside of her mouth and took a deep breath before reaching a hand up to cup his cheek. Taron immediately leaned in to the touch and Liliana smiled at him a little. She had tears in her eyes and Taron wished for nothing more than to be able to reword everything.

‘Lil, I’m so sorry.’

‘It’s fine,’ Liliana sniffled through a tiny smile.

Taron shook his head firmly. ‘It’s not fine, Liliana. I should have thought about what I was saying more. I didn’t mean it like-’

‘I know you didn’t. That’s why it’s fine.’

A tear managed to escape down Liliana’s cheek despite her best efforts to stop herself from crying. Taron wiped it away as fast as he could, and Liliana shook her head at him gently.

‘I worried that coming to Scotland would bring up a lot of old memories for me. That’s why I went really crazy about looking at things that we could do and eat. I didn’t want to have a moment to think back to being a teenager and everything.’

‘Oh shit,’ Taron sighed. He pulled Liliana into his arms and rocked her softly. In all of his haste to plan the perfect trip for them, he hadn’t even thought about what being back in Scotland could do to Liliana and how she would feel. ‘I didn’t even think about that. I am so sorry. Do you want to go back home?’

Liliana shook her head with as much firmness as Taron had previously. She curled into him a little tighter but tilted her head up so that she could look at him. Her hand was still on his cheek and she could feel his heart beating against hers.

‘Don’t be sorry. I promise I’m okay. I’m a little embarrassed because I’m emotional and trying to hold back the tears, but they aren’t the kind of tears that I expected.’

Taron’s eyebrows wrinkled in the middle and Liliana rubbed them away with the pad of her thumb. ‘How so?’

‘I expected being here to make me feel like the person I was back then. I felt small and unseen. My entire world came crumbling down when I got on the train. But it wasn’t my world of being at home. It wasn’t because I was leaving my family behind. It was because I was leaving you behind. You were my world, and leaving you broke me.

‘It took a lot of therapy time to come to terms with everything I went through, as I’ve told you before. I’m not going into that because this is our holiday and I’m trying really hard not to be a party pooper right now.’

‘You could do no such thing,’ Taron whispered. He kissed the top of Liliana’s head and her eyes fluttered closed for a short second. ‘I mean it, if you want to talk about everything that happened, then by all means tell me. If you’d rather not, then you don’t have to.’

Liliana took a moment to respond. She looked out at the river and allowed her breathing to sync up with the slow current. Everything she said here would be whisked away by the breeze and the water. The thought alone made her feel a little better.

‘I always wondered what it would be like to have you in Edinburgh with me,’ she continued after she was sure she wouldn’t cry any more. ‘Or what it would be like if I hadn’t left when I did. The past few months have been amazing and it makes me wonder if we would have admitted our feelings earlier if we’d have been together.’

Taron’s chest rose and fell against Liliana’s cheek as he looked out over the water. The sun had started to set and filled the campervan with a beautiful orange glow.

‘I don’t know,’ he answered truthfully. ‘I was so scared to confess how I felt back then that I potentially wouldn’t have said anything in pure terror that you’d have laughed in my face.’

‘I would never,’ Liliana said quickly.

‘I know but I wasn’t much to look at back then, was I?’

‘Yes, you were.’

Taron laughed as though he didn’t believe a word she was saying, and Liliana twisted again so that she could look at him face to face.

‘You were the most gorgeous boy in our year,’ she told him truthfully, her hands moving to cup his cheeks. ‘I didn’t look at any other boy but you. Nothing has changed in that respect.’

She laughed to herself and leaned forward just enough to capture Taron’s lip with her own.

‘Don’t flatter me like that, Love bug.’

‘I wouldn’t dream of it.’ Liliana smiled up at him and kissed him once more before moving to straddle him again. ‘You were, and continue to be, the most beautiful man I’ve ever known. And it’s not just your looks, because you are stunning beyond belief, it’s how whenever we’re in a room full of people, you’re always already looking at me when I glance at you.’

‘It’s the way you send me songs when they remind you of me. It’s the way that you pull me into a dance whenever there’s music playing and we’re out, or when we’re at home. It’s the fact that you’re my best friend.

‘It’s you driving me around on a night time when I’ve had a shit day and just need to cry. It’s the way you caught me when I fell. The way you kiss me like your life depends on it.

‘It’s you buying books I love and reading them just so that you can talk to me about them. I know you didn’t think I knew, but I knew, and I love it. But most of all, it’s the fact that I know you’re here to stay. After everything we’ve been through, I know that you’re not going to let go of me just as much as I’m not going to run away again.

‘There’s no genuine evidence for thinking that. Because we don’t know what’s going to happen. We don’t know what’s going to happen two days from now, or two years. But I believe it anyway. I love you.’

Taron blinked back the tears that had filled his eyes. Liliana cupped his cheeks and wiped the ones that fell away as she leaned forward to kiss his lips. Taron sniffled quietly while he held Liliana impossibly close to his body.

Her heart beat hard against his chest, and his eyes fluttered softly down at her. She looked at him with big eyes as she continued to wipe away his tears.

‘I’m sorry,’ she mumbled against his ear. ‘I didn’t mean to make you cry.’

‘They’re not sad tears.’ Taron sniffled again and moved Liliana so he could kiss her again.

Her lips were soft against his and she granted him immediate access when he traced her lower lip with his tongue. Liliana ran her hands through the hair at the nape of Taron’s neck, and he roamed his hands down the length of her back until he cupped her bum again.

Liliana moaned into his mouth and he chuckled softly, pulling her hips tightly over his. The response in his dick was almost instant, and Liliana ground against him on her own to try and get Taron to make the moans that had her weak at the knees.

‘I can tell what you’re doing,’ he mumbled against her lips when he pulled away for breath.

‘I am merely loving on my boyfriend,’ Liliana smirked, grinding her hips once more. Taron held her hips tightly to still her movements so that he could lean her backwards to lay on the bed. ‘I can tell what you’re doing, mister.’

‘Me? I am merely loving on my girlfriend.’

Liliana raised her eyebrows at Taron who simply winked at her before leaning to capture her lips once more. He was hard against Liliana’s core and she moaned into him when he moved their hips together. Taron loved the sounds that left her, and wished for nothing more than to be the one to make her moan that way for the rest of her life.

‘Love on me all you want, T.’

‘Well if you insist.’

Liliana hadn’t realised just how small the campervan was until they attempted to undress one another in the space. Taron’s head hit the roof multiple times, and Liliana almost knocked over everything on the one shelf as she lifted her arms when Taron removed her top.

In the end they decided against trying to be sensual and to just undress themselves to save from anymore injuries. They both laid on the bed and shimmied their bottoms and underwear off at the same time which made them both giggle like school kids.

When they were naked, Taron tucked a piece of hair behind Liliana’s ear and let his fingers drift down her neck and to her collarbone where he leaned down to kiss. Liliana’s eyes closed shut and her hands found their way to Taron’s hair. She tugged it softly and Taron groaned delicately onto her skin.

His lips planted kisses down her chest until he got to her breast. He let his tongue run around Liliana’s nipple before he sucked it into his mouth. Liliana moaned loudly and tugged his hair tighter.

‘That feels so good,’ she whimpered when he took her other breast in his hand and pinched her nipple. ‘I need you, Taron.’

‘Patience, Love Bug. I want to take my time with you today. I haven’t had the chance to do that recently, and you deserve all of the love and care I can give you.’

Liliana peered down at him and protruded her lips into a small pout. Taron, used to her always begging for the end, was not deterred by her action.

‘Not yet, sweet girl. Like I said, we have forty-eight uninterrupted hours of just us, and I am going to savour every single one of them.’

Taron continued his tour of Liliana’s body, kissing all of his favourite parts of her. Because that was all of her, it was a long, drawn out expedition that had Liliana moaning next to him. Taron loved every second of the journey, and he loved it more and more each day.

By the time he got to the tops of her thighs, he was laid between her thighs and Liliana squirmed above him, but he took extra time licking and kissing her skin on his way to her centre. Though he never kissed exactly where she needed him to.

He used one free hand to steady her squirming underneath him and the other to rub small, delicate circles into the thigh he wasn’t kissing and nipping.

‘Taron, please. I need you, baby.’ Liliana begged Taron as the inferno grew hotter between her legs. She was desperate to feel the fullness of Taron inside her. It was her favourite feeling.

‘I haven’t quite finished my worship of you. Now, if you please, stop squirming and let me continue this or I promise, it will take a lot longer than you’d like. I could do this all day.’ Taron looked up from between her thighs and grinned as though he were the devil. It was a sweet smile laced with desire and passion.

‘You are such a tease, Egerton,’ Liliana whimpered above him. Her hands had found their way to his hair and she massaged his scalp, smirking to herself when he struggled to keep his eyes open. ‘But just know the next time I get my hands on you, you are getting the same treatment.’

She huffed in playful frustration before she pushed herself back into the covers to begrudgingly admit defeat. Taron only smirked at her with a wink so small it was almost unnoticeable.

‘Oh, baby girl, I very much look forward to it.’

With Liliana still above him, Taron continued to kiss down her leg until he got to her ankle. The hand that had held her stomach trailed down her leg until he could squeeze her foot lovingly. Liliana sighed above him before tilting her head to look at him.

Taron looked up at her through thick eyelashes and the sight was enough for Liliana to need to press her legs together to get some friction. But Taron stopped her, using his hand to anchor her legs apart.

‘I don’t think so. You’re going to be a good girl and let me do this, or you don’t get to cum until I say you can.’

Liliana gulped as her eyes widened slightly. Her heart beat ten times faster in her chest as she looked at Taron. He watched her for a minute before he started to kiss back up her leg where he settled himself comfortably between them both.

He held onto her thigh as he leaned down to press a kiss to her entrance. His nose brushed against her clit and Liliana’s legs jerked under him. Liliana’s hands gripped the covers by her side. The sensation sent her into overdrive and all the pent up emotion and teasing pushed her close to her release.

Taron let his tongue run from her entrance to her clit where he licked and sucked at a pace that he thought would tease Liliana. But along with everything else she felt that night, it brought her orgasm on faster than she had been expecting.

Liliana moaned above Taron and her hips lifted away from the mattress and into Taron’s face more. Taron grabbed onto her bum and held her in place as he continued to kiss and suck her core to help her ride the waves of her orgasm.

He watched her chest rise and fall rapidly as she came down from the high, and he let his thumbs massage the sides of her thighs to help calm her down.

When Liliana had come back down to earth finally, Taron moved himself up her body so that he could kiss her. Liliana tasted herself on his lips and her eyes fell closed. It was such an intimately erotic action and she couldn’t get enough.

All of the teasing had affected Taron as well, and he was harder than he thought possible. He’d started to leak pre-cum and was getting increasingly uncomfortable the longer he waited to do the one thing he wanted to. His patience had worn thin and as he looked at Liliana, the desire was bright in his eyes.

‘I’m not quite finished with you yet, Love Bug. Ready for another? Maybe two?’

Liliana nodded through a dazed look. ‘Always ready for you, my love.’

Taron lined himself up with Liliana’s entrance and let out a deep groan at the feeling that shot through his body. Liliana gripped the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss her again. He obliged and let his lips linger as he entered her. He pushed up into her so hard that the bed shifted and Liliana knocked her head on the metal wall that separated them from the cab.

Liliana rubbed her head to ease the pain that formed while she let out a strained laugh. Taron’s eyes widened and he stilled inside her while he pulled his lips into his mouth. He tried to hold back a laugh while he placed his hand on top of Liliana’s.

‘Are you okay?’

Liliana slapped Taron’s chest playfully. ‘You need to be more careful. There’s less room here than at home.’

‘You’re the one that jumped me in this tiny van.’

Liliana’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in shock. ‘Piss off. You know that you’re the one who started this.’

‘Touché,’ Taron laughed softly, leaning down to kiss Liliana once, twice, three times. ‘Are you sure you’re okay?’

Liliana nodded. ‘Yeah. Please move, you’re killing me here.’

Taron pulled out of her until only the tip of his dick teased her entrance.

‘T, what are you doing? Stop teasing me and get on with it already,’ Liliana whimpered. She was so riled up from one orgasm already that having the full feeling of Taron buried inside her being snatched away so quickly made her need for him even stronger. She clawed at his back to hold him close. ‘Please.’

Taron leaned in close to her ear, grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged it slightly while growling, ‘I told you before, be a good girl for me…or I won’t let you cum until I say so.’

Liliana had seen Taron take control with her before and she loved it, but he had never been so dominant. She didn’t think it was possible considering how sweet he was, but it was making her even more soaked. No matter how much she tried to squeeze her legs around Taron, he used his hips to keep them apart.

His eyes were a deeper shade of green when he pulled away from Liliana’s ear, and she looked at him with a shaky breath. ‘I’ll be good, T, please let me cum.’

‘We shall see,’ Taron said as he cocked an eyebrow and slammed back into her at the same time.

To keep her in place, Taron grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them to the pillow next to her head while he thrust in and out of her. Not having control of her hands normally would have made Liliana uncomfortable, but with Taron she felt safe and it turned her on more than she cared to admit.

‘Fuck, Taron, that feels so good,’ she moaned loudly. Taron kept his pace but thrust into her so hard that she could feel him in her stomach.

Taron moved his hands from her wrists and intertwined their fingers instead, kissing her with a ferocity that caught him off guard just as much as it did Liliana. He knew that he wanted to coax at least two more orgasms out of Liliana before he reached his own climax, so he slowed his pace slightly and reigned himself in so he could last longer for her.

He could tell that Liliana was close to her second orgasm thanks to the constant stream of moans that Taron adored so much. Her walls clenched around him and he kept the pace as he leaned down to kiss her once.

‘That’s a good girl. Now, cum for me, Lil.’

It was unusual for Liliana to orgasm from penetration alone, but Taron’s commands had her coming undone for a second time. This second one was stronger than the first. Their hands were still intertwined next to her head and all Liliana could do was absorb the pleasure. She let out multiple, noise defying moans with some expletives mixed in.

While it was unlikely with how remote the area they were in was, Taron leaned down to swallow her moans with kisses just in case someone was around and could hear them. The back doors of the campervan were still open and a chill breeze drifted in and whispered against their clammy skin, but they were so caught up in each other that they couldn’t care less.

‘That’s my gorgeous girl.’ Taron continued to thrust through Liliana’s orgasm so that she had no time to recover. Watching her come undone underneath him made his entire body ignite in a fire he hadn’t known before. ‘Keep going.’

‘I can’t,’ Liliana whimpered pitifully. ‘I can’t.’

‘You can,’ Taron nodded. ‘I know you’ve got it in you. You could let go at least four more times.’

Liliana shook her head.

‘You can. I know you can. Just give me one more, baby girl. Gimme one more like the good girl you are.’

Holding himself at bay through two of Liliana’s orgasms was not an easy feat for Taron and he now became a man on a mission, keeping his thrusts at a constant pace. Liliana moved her legs up to wrap them around Taron’s waist to pull him in deeper and to keep her knees from hitting the side of the van.

‘Feels so good, T. You make me feel so good.’

‘Fuck, yes, Lil, you feel amazing.’ Taron could feel himself getting close to his own climax and he knew that it wouldn’t take long for Liliana to fall into her third orgasm of the night. He moved one of his hands down between them where they met to rub circles on her clit, knowing that it was the fastest way to get her going.

Liliana wrapped her arms around Taron’s neck and arched her back off the bed so that they were chest to chest. She could feel the pleasure building in her core as Taron continued to rub circles into her clit and she let herself fall into an abyss of pleasure, shouting out Taron’s name. Her orgasm squeezed Taron and his own orgasm washed over him. He emptied himself inside Liliana and rode out both of their orgasms with a few final thrusts.

Completely spent, they both laid there for a few moments, their breaths heavy and their skin sweaty and sticky. After a few moments, Taron very carefully flipped them over so that Liliana was laying on his chest.

Taron landed a playful slap on Liliana’s bum and praised her, ‘Good girl, you took me so well. Told you that you could give me another.’ Liliana’s wits were still too scrambled to form a coherent thought so she just let out a few moans and mumbles while she nodded into his chest. Taron chuckled and kissed the top of her head.

They laid together in complete silence, just letting the soothing sounds of nature surround them. Liliana couldn’t help but notice how peaceful the moment felt. By all accounts, she should have felt incredibly shy. She just had three orgasms with the doors of the campervan open, while Taron commanded her and she enjoyed it. She had never known this side of her, but instead of feeling awkward, she only felt safe and loved. This was the life she was supposed to be living and it felt calm.

After a few more moments of silence, Taron leaned his head up, ‘What do you say we just skip the bonfire tonight and get some sleep?’

‘We were going to have a bonfire? I thought you just wanted uninterrupted sex?’ Liliana looked up and winked at him as she said it. Taron chuckled softly and rubbed his hands up and down her back until Liliana drifted off to sleep in his arms.

When Taron was sure that Liliana was fully asleep he moved her as gracefully as possible so he could get up and shut the campervan doors and close the curtains. Once that was done, he climbed back into the bed and pulled Liliana’s back to his chest and covered them both. She adjusted slightly and scooted her bum right up to his hips, but didn’t wake up. Taron shook his head to himself and whispered, ‘Sleep well, my love’ before drifting off himself.

May 21st, 2022

Liliana woke to the sound of the rain that pelted against the roof of the campervan. She pulled the covers around her to keep out the chill that had made its way into the space despite the doors being closed and the curtains being drawn. Taron remained tucked tightly at Liliana’s back, and his light snores mixed with the rain lulled Liliana back to sleep.

The rain had stopped by the time she woke up again. It was silent outside besides the rushing of water at a small stream that had formed off of the river, leading to the campervan. The silence was loud, and Liliana grabbed her phone in an effort to stop her mind from racing.

She’d taken a series of photos the previous day of the drive through Scotland and she wanted to post them to Instagram, but before she could, she saw a post that stopped her in her tracks.

In all of the excitement of getting to Fort William and spending time with Taron the previous day, she’d somehow forgotten that the new Harry Styles album had dropped and she’d missed it. For six weeks she had listened to As It Was on repeat and had done nothing but talk about her excitement for the full album.

It was just past seven and Liliana knew that Taron wouldn’t be awake for another hour or so at least, and then the chances of him falling back to sleep were high, so she knew that she would have time to listen to the album the way she’d wanted to, song at a time with a short break between each one to really think about it.

When she opened Spotify to listen to the album, the rain started up again and created a gentle beat against the metal roof above her. The sound of the rain and the comfort of Taron being curled up into her back made for the perfect time to listen.

Her earphones were in her bag and with Taron’s arms wrapped around her naked middle as tightly as they were, she knew that she wouldn’t be able to get them to listen. So she turned her volume down even more on her phone before she pressed play on the first song.

The opening notes of the first song had her hooked immediately. It was upbeat and fun, and by the time Harry belted out ‘You know I love you, babe’, Liliana had a huge grin plastered on her face. She thought about the man who slept so peacefully behind her, with his breath tickling the back of her neck, and how much she loved him.

The second song took her back to the beginning of the year when they spent many a late night talking on the phone. When they weren’t on a phone call, they were texting or just sending photos to one another to describe their evenings. Liliana had loved every second of that time.

‘Now you’re in my life / I can’t get you off my mind’ had Liliana reeling. Two lines of a song had never summed up how she felt so perfectly. She wondered how Harry had managed to inject everything she felt into the album, and she was only two songs into the album.

The first few songs had her bobbing her head softly and wiggling her feet to the beats of the songs. When Liliana’s phone lit up with a text message notification from Evelyn, she did a double take at the title of the song that just started.

Matilda.

It took a matter of seconds for Liliana’s emotions to get too much for her and for tears to stream down her cheeks. By the end of the song, her entire body shook as she sobbed. She tried her best to calm her breathing so that she wouldn’t wake Taron, and she had to pause the album so that she didn��t miss anything while crying.

Liliana couldn’t quite comprehend how one song could make her feel so many conflicting emotions. For a second she was tempted to wake Taron so that she could talk through it with him, but he got so little time away from work and was always the first person to comfort her so she let him sleep for a little longer.

She played the song for a second time so that she could be sure she heard it properly the first time. The second listen made her cry even more. It was a song that spoke to her on a visceral level, and she was unsure how she would ever be the same again after hearing it.

When Harry crooned ‘You can let it go / You can throw a party full of everyone you know / You can start a family who will always show you love / You don’t have to be sorry for doing it on your own’, Liliana’s breath caught in her throat.

Taron had gone above and beyond for her for so long, and it took until then for Liliana to know just how badly she needed everything he’d offered her. She finally took the time to acknowledge that she was ready to accept everything he offered her, no matter how scary it was.

One of her favourite quotes from university pops into her mind. ‘It doesn’t take a lot of strength to hang on. It takes a lot of strength to let go’. Listening to Harry tell her that she can let everything go made everything click into place.

She’d spent so much of her life worrying that she’d been weak for leaving and running to Edinburgh. To Liliana, she had left the hard life to move on to a new life. But now she knew that wasn’t the case. It had taken strength to leave.

Liliana stared at the curtains on the campervan. Tears still clouded her vision but she was a little more in control of her emotions by that point. She thought about everything that had happened with Taron, and what could still happen.

Liliana was finally ready to open up completely. She wanted to start a new life with Taron, and to let all of the pain from her past go. The thought of being free from the guilt of leaving and not seeing Matilda made her shake a little in her spot.

In the past few months, her relationship with Matilda had grown even more, and they were closer than ever. Liliana had bought Matilda her own phone so that she didn’t have to use Eliza’s to contact her, and they texted at least once a day, if not more.

Liliana also accepted the fact that she could spend time without having to spend time near her mum too. The two weren’t mutually exclusive. Liliana could go to Wales and take Matilda out for the day. Eliza never had to be a part of her time with her sister.

The final song in the album was yet another moment where Liliana stopped in her tracks, and her breath caught in her throat. Yet another song had Liliana wondering how Harry had managed to inject her life into it.

‘Baby, you were the love of my life / Maybe, you don’t know it’s lost til you find it / It’s not what I wanted / To leave you behind / Don’t know where you’ll land when you fly / But baby, you were the love of my life’.

Taron was the love of her life. They had only been dating for a couple of months, but everything from their past led Liliana to believe that she would never love anybody the way that she loved Taron. She hadn’t realised how much she loved him when she left for Edinburgh, until she was there.

Now that she had him back, she wouldn’t let him go. Not if she could help it. Taron was everything Liliana had ever needed, and she was willing to do anything she could to show Taron that she wanted him and that she would love him with everything in her being.

***

After an afternoon of hiking up Ben Nevis and an evening eating food in a local pub before they headed to their second stop off for the night, a bonfire by the water was just what Taron and Liliana needed to unwind.

Liliana had listened to the album another two times during the day, once on her own when they were headed up a particularly difficult part of the mountain, and once with Taron. The entire time he listened to it, Taron looked at Liliana.

He had just as many conflicting feelings as Liliana had the first time she’d listened. And when he heard Matilda for the first time, his shoulders dropped and he pulled Liliana into his body to hold her close.

While they listened, he had whispered numerous times how much he loved her, and she’d reciprocated that love. It wouldn’t be the last time that they would listen to the album together.

The heat from the bonfire warmed Liliana through to the bone as she looked over Loch Eil. It had grown chillier near the loch as the evening drew closed and nighttime ascended upon them. The moon shone bright in the sky and lit up the water’s surface with glitters of silver and white.

It was silent except for the crickets in the hills across that surrounded them, and the breeze that still wrapped around the area as though it were a warm blanket. Liliana basked in the serenity she was bathed in while Taron added more sticks to the fire to keep it alight for a little longer.

Liliana had grabbed blankets from the campervan that she and Taron could curl up in while they sat around the fire. She showed Taron how to make the best S’more and he ate so many that his stomach hurt. Liliana could only chuckle at him as she took another bite of her own with a huge grin on her face.

‘Those are good,’ Taron smiled at her. He kissed her lips and then licked his clean from the melted marshmallow that had transferred. ‘I’m just going to go grab another drink. Do you want one?’

Liliana shook her head and held her mug up at him. ‘Still got some. Thank you though, babe.’

Taron nodded as he stood from his seat and walked over to the campervan. Rocks crunched under his feet with each step. Liliana watched as he went, and bit the inside of her cheek when he wiggled his butt at her. She tittered softly and turned back to the water as he climbed into the back of the camper.

‘I’ve been thinking a lot about something,’ Taron said when he made his way back to Liliana a few seconds later. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too,’ Liliana responded instantly. She never had to think about whether she loved him or not, it was just a fact. ‘But what’s got you thinking about that?’

Taron shook his head as he sat back down. He held his arm at the side of him and Liliana eyed it curiously. Taron ignored her glances and continued to talk.

‘I’ve been thinking about us–don’t worry, nothing bad. It’s just…what you said yesterday really struck a chord. About me and how you just know that I’m here to stay? I realised I never answered anything you said.’

‘Yeah because you were too busy giving me three orgasms,’ Liliana mused.

Taron smirked but quickly shook his head, ‘I could have made it four. Anyway, as I was saying, you are the best person I’ve ever known. You make me feel like the happiest version of me. And I honestly think that had it not been for our time apart, we wouldn’t be where we are now.’

Liliana smiled knowingly. ‘I know. I keep wondering what would have happened if I’d have stayed but I think we would have been stuck. I wouldn’t have admitted anything to you because I never would have gone through the things I did when I was in Edinburgh. I wouldn’t have gone to therapy and pieced everything together.’

‘I was so in love with you back then that I was scared I would have scared you away if I said anything. It took me losing you to realise how big of a pedestal I’d put you on back then. Not that I was wrong to, I mean, look at you.’ Taron paused to look Liliana up and down. Her cheeks grew a deeper shade of red and she pulled her lips into her mouth. ‘You are, and have always been, perfect. And you are by far the strongest person I have ever had the privilege of knowing.

‘When we listened to the album earlier, I listened and all I could think was, there’s this woman who has gone through more than I could ever comprehend and she’s still going. You’re so strong that you left and did what you needed to. Leaving made you stronger, and if I’m being honest, it made you an even better person.

‘You’re no longer the person you were back then. You’re an adult who is whole. You know what you need in a person and I hope that I can be everything for you.’

‘You are,’ Liliana whispered as she wrapped her arms around one of Taron’s and rested her head on his shoulder. ‘You’re more than everything. Everything I’ve ever wanted and needed, you are.’

Taron beamed at her words and grabbed the champagne bottle that he had been hiding and popped the cork with a flourish. ‘I bought this yesterday to celebrate six months together and all of your achievements with the second book.’ He filled his cup and Liliana’s with champagne and raised it to toast her.

‘Cheers to you Liliana, and to us, I’m so glad that we found our way back to one another,’ Taron said sincerely. ‘You are the love of my life.’

Liliana kissed his shoulder and looked at him, ‘And you’re mine. Forever.’

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Pine-ing Fir Two (Part 1)

The schedule shifted with my inspiration - we're on "Pine-ing for You" Part 2, also known as "Pine-ing Fir Two" Part 1 (confusing, I know), and the schedule will show that.

Anyways, this contains some indirect Sanny, but is mostly Sam x Reader!

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Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Reader ; Sam Kiszka x Danny Wagner ; talk of Danny Wagner x Reader

Warnings: Language, smut, lots of hickies, polyamorous relationship, sharing Sammy, discussion of threesomes, dirty talk

Words: 8.1k words

Rating: Explicit

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What a horrible, no-good, awful, shitty day it had been.

With Josh out sick, you’d been assigned copious amounts of work - which was way out of your paygrade - all of your breaks were interrupted by your supervisor asking questions about the project you were starting, you hadn’t been aware the take-home soup bowl you had leftover from dinner the last night wasn’t microwave friendly, so the bowl melted and you had to clean cheesy broccoli soup out of the bottom of the microwave, and then your ‘check-engine’ light started flashing at you when you got on the road.

So, yeah. No-good, horrible, awful, shitty day and all you wanted was some skin-to-skin contact with your boyfriend.

The phone rang three times before Sam accepted the Facetime call, panting into the camera as his red, flushed cheeks appled in a grin. “Hey, Y/N!” he greeted happily, seemingly laying on his bed, from what you could see when most of the screen was taken up by his face. You suspected he just got back from a run, or the gym or something - Danny had been pushing him to join ever since Sam had breathed a word about wanting to go on a health kick at the New Year. “Whatcha doing?”

Seven months had passed by since you and Sam had first hooked up on Christmas, six since you’d both agreed on a vee polyamorous relationship - you knew Sam was still into Danny, and you had talked about maybe joining in at some point way back during your initial hookup with Sam, but you hadn’t found the right time to bring it up again. Danny lived in the town over - where Sam was - and while you were friends and all three regularly hung out with each other, it wasn’t like it was easy for you to look either of them in the eye and invite yourself into their bedroom activities. And Danny hadn’t made that leap, either - you weren’t the only option for change, after all.

“I just got off work,” you sighed. You chewed on your lip - you didn’t want to upset any plans Sam might have had, because it wasn’t a day he usually drove the half-hour to you to spend the night, but you were really needing him. “It was a bad day,” you admitted.

Sam’s brows furrowed in concern, and he sat up. “Oh no. What happened? It wasn’t my bonehead of a brother, was it?”

His jab at Josh made you chuckle, but you shook your head. “No. Although,” you altered, “he did unwittingly contribute to it by being sick, though, the fucker.” You went through the events of the day and Sam listened, although he seemed a little distracted at times (you didn’t blame him, his attention span was challenged even when he was trying to pay attention to something that he had sought out), and sighed again. “You wouldn’t happen to be free this evening, would you? Cause I could really use a good cuddle.”

The smile on Sam’s face was comforting, and his gaze strayed to something offscreen for a split second before returning to you. “Yeah. I can swing that - I can get ready and be there in 42.7 minutes flat,” he said with a wink. “Time it.”

Before you protest and offer to come to him instead of him making the drive alone, he hung up, and you were left in silence once again, starting your timer just for shits and giggles.

Except having a timer made waiting feel like a prison sentence. It was only five minutes in when you called Josh, just to have another ear to complain to that would actually know what you were talking about.

“I’m sorry, babe,” he apologized with a croaky voice and a violent cough, “but I really don’t think I’d contribute much to your morale even if I was there. I’m a baby when I’m sick.” There was beep in the background from his microwave. “Mama brought me homemade chicken noodle soup.”

You laughed and noted the grumble of your stomach as well - it was approaching dinner, and you hadn’t made anything, nor did you have anymore leftovers to heat up (stupid soup). “Did you beg her to stay and read you a bedtime story as well?” you teased. If you were sick and Mama Kiszka showed up at your door with some homemade soup, though, you wouldn’t turn her away either. Especially tonight.

“I did, actually,” he joked weakly, “she read The Very Hungry Caterpillar and it was delightful, thank you very much.”

The fridge fairy hadn’t visited you in the two minutes you’d been pillaging your own food, so you popped a packet of popcorn in, instead, praying that your microwave didn’t revolt and burn your food like the other had. “Well, you’re lucky that your little brother is coming over tonight, or I’d be calling your mom for some soup and a bedtime story, too.”

“Ewww,” Josh groaned. “I thought we had an agreement–”

“Oh, stop it,” you laughed. “I never said we were doing anything unsavory.” Josh let out a sigh of relief that you wouldn’t start going on about the intimate details of your relationship. “Although I suppose it’s not out of the question.”

Josh squawked in displeasure as you laughed, feeling a little bit better now, and definitely very thankful for the Kiszkas in your life. The popcorn decided to cooperate and came out perfectly popped, and you parked yourself on the couch with it, listening to Josh as he began a tale of he and his brothers when they were younger, spurred on by his desire to drive the subject away from your sex life.

Halfway through the story, though, you checked your phone and saw that Sam’s ETA would probably be in the next ten minutes - and knowing Josh, his story would lead into another, and you didn’t want him to make himself even sicker entertaining you. “Josh,” you interjected at the first chance, “should you really be talking this much when you’re sick?”

You could almost imagine the offended look on the man’s face as he tried to gasp, but only sent himself straight into another coughing fit. “You were the one who called me, Y/N,” he said once he regained the ability. “Am I going to be scolded for being a decent friend and picking up the phone when you call?”

“No,” you denied, gazing out the window and seeing Sam’s car pull into a guest spot, “but I am going to save you from yourself and hang up now.”

“Is my brother there? Let me talk to him - the bastard hasn’t called me about–”

The sound of a ‘call ended’ coincided with the knock at your door, and you threw your phone down to fly to the door, tugging Sam into your apartment and then into you before the lock was in place again. “Hey, Sam-a-lama-ding-dong.”

You felt his smile against your temple before he kissed you, and even with the small gesture from him, you felt the worries of the day start to melt away. “Hiya, sweetheart. Miss me?”

And you did miss him - the man had come to fit in your life like he’d always been there, and you loved the relationship you were fostering. You just hated that you weren’t right next door, or - fuck, right next to each other in bed - at any given moment. But the time would come, you supposed.

“Yes,” you said, pulling back to tug at his shirt, “now strip.”

“I thought we were cuddling!” Sam protested with a grin, still moving to push down his cotton shorts.

It was summer in Michigan, and while it didn’t get incredibly hot, Sam liked to take advantage of the weather when he wasn’t dressed up for work - and you reaped the benefits of it when he paraded around in little short shorts and tank tops.

You were certain Danny didn’t mind all that much, either.

“We are. Just, skin-to-skin, Sam. Come on, you need to know this by now,” you giggled, hurrying the process by shucking your own shirt off. Well, would have been hurrying the process if Sam didn’t stop to ogle you. “Sam, you can stare at me all you want - just get naked first. Or like, semi-naked. Boxers only.”

Sam winked. “Wouldn’t be able to control yourself if I was naked, huh?”

Despite your rolled eyes and snarked, “You wish,” his statement wasn’t that far off from the truth. It was a Pavlov’s Dog thing - you weren’t gonna look too much into it - if Sam was naked, and you were naked, it equaled sex. But all you wanted right now was a cuddle.

Strictly cuddling.

For now.

The rest of your clothes didn’t come off until you hit the bedroom, and when you finally finished stripping down and had gotten comfortable on the bed, Sam was right behind you, bare for you and yet covered…

In hickies.

The glint in Sam’s eyes told you everything you needed to know about his awareness of the marks - he knew they were there, and he wanted you to see them. And he knew that they were there because they looked fresh. New.

You blinked several times, and Sam said - in the most innocent voice he could muster, “What?”

The dark bruises would have looked painful if you didn’t know intimately what they really felt like littering your own skin. “I dunno, you tell me.”

He crawled to you and wrapped you in his arms - and hickies or not, this was what you really wanted. With a sigh of content, the ball was in his court, so you let the matter on your side lie and just let yourself be held.

You weren’t sure how much time passed when Sam broke the comfortable silence. “Was this what you needed?” he murmured, the room beginning to darken with the fading sun.

Just the closeness to another person - especially another person that you loved and had established both physical and emotional intimacy with - reminded you that not every day would be like this one, and that you had at least one person willing to take you in their arms and tell you that everything was going to be okay. That you didn’t have to shoulder your feelings alone.

You were extra grateful that Sam was doing this - you knew he didn’t like staying still, and that his mind was probably going a mile a minute, but then again…

“Yeah, exactly what I needed.” A small smile crept onto your lips. “Was it also what you needed?” you asked, a laugh tampered down.

“A cuddle?” Sam questioned, rubbing your back. “I’m always down for a cuddle.”

With a snort, you goaded him, “Only after sex.”

He laughed, finally looking down with a twinkle in his eye. “And what makes you think I’ve had sex today?” he teased, acting an innocence that he hadn’t had since the day he was born.

“Oh, shut it,” you giggled, pulling back and poking each hickey that sat on his skin like a target. “Unless you’ve contracted a case of ‘bullshititis’ that only manifested on your upperhalf, I think–”

“Nope, that’s it,” Sam sighed, flinging his hand onto his forehead. “The doc say it’s incurable.”

He was fighting a grin, but failed to hold it back when you sputtered out, “I know Danny’s technically a doctor, but I don’t think he’s that kind of doctor.”

Sam scoffed. “What are you talking about? He’s a physical therapist - my bullshititis had to be treated physically,” he saw with an eyebrow wiggle, “and it was better than therapy.”

You turned onto your back, knowing that your cuddle session was done. But now that you felt better, and you were already both half naked in your bed - well, could anyone blame you for a wanting a little physical relief yourself?

“I’m no PT, but how do you feel about a little more treatment?” you suggested demurely, lightly thumbing his cheekbone.

Sam snickered, and you couldn’t help but laugh with him. “I’m sorry,” he giggled, “but Danny refuses to play doctor with me because he feels like it’s morally wrong, but you work it, so maybe we can convince him, sometime.”

The mention of you all together in the same sentence as a reference to kinky roleplay made your breath, your heart, your brain, your movements all stutter to a halt for a moment. You knew Sam had been hinting at it recently, and while the idea was more than appealing to you, something in you was always stricken by anxiety.

You cleared your throat and shoved both the lust and fear that came with the idea back, continuing on in your quest to ‘seduce’ Sam. As if he needed anything more than the mention to be ready to go.

“But I am curious. I’ve never seen you so…blemished before,” you mused, still drinking in the marks and trying to put Danny’s face with them. The man was so nice, you couldn’t see him ever touching someone hard enough to leave a mark in any way - but you supposed that it was a detail Danny kept to himself, that only certain people were privy to. In a way, you kind of felt privy to that detail. After all, you got to see Sam, and by proxy, Danny. Or, at least, what Danny does in bed.

Sam smiled cheekily. “Let’s just say that I provided an appropriate distraction for us both to get out of something that I know neither of us really wanted to do.”

“Chores?” you guessed, but Sam shook his head. “Hmmm…work stuff?”

“You’re getting warmer.”

Remembering how Sam had picked up the phone, two thoughts occurred to you at the same time.

“You weren’t just getting back from the gym when I called you, were you.”

Sam laughed loudly and slowly shook his head. “Nope.”

“But Danny wanted you to go with him?” you laughed, trying to hide your flushed face at having caught Sam on the turnside of having been fucked. Or fucking, you weren’t entirely sure of their dynamic - although if how he was with you was any indication, you wouldn’t be surprised if there was a little bit of both, with a small penchant for lying back and letting you do what you wanted. Or, letting Danny do what he wanted, in this particular context.

And there was that damn blush again.

Sam groaned and turned into your neck, though, so you doubt he saw the coloring of your face. “He was trying to make me lift weights, Y/N - I had to do something! And I want to be healthy just as much as the next person, but I would rather just go on a run or something. Gyms smell and are expensive and crowded and I’m always getting hit on,” he pouted, rolling on top of you and looking up at you with his chin on your sternum and your breasts pressing into his neck.

“Oh, you poor baby,” you dramatized for him, raking your fingers through his hair as he let out a contented noise, “how awful. All those stinky, smelly gym-goers looking at you - I can’t imagine. You must feel like a piece of meat.” Your exaggerated simper was met with an unimpressed glare, and then a wet raspberry was blown into your skin.

You squealed and shoved at Sam’s head, but he fought to stay on top of you, giggling all the while. “Can we blame them? I mean, look at this perfection,” he boasted, and you laughed at his arrogance.

“I will say that I’m surprised you didn’t take the opportunity to see what a jealous Danny would do.”

Sam stopped short at that. The expression on his face was an amusing mixture of interest, arousal, and mischief. “Well, now isn’t that an idea.”

You traced a couple of the dark hickies that adorned his chest and shoulders. “It seems like he already loves to mark you up - I wonder where that comes from.” The silent nod and coy shrug was all you needed as confirmation that Sam was getting riled up and wanted to see where you’d take this particular line of thought. “Is Danny a little bit possessive of you, Sammy?”

Sam hummed and dipped his head to kiss the spot he’d just raspberry-ed. “Mmmm, nope,” he smiled, popping his ‘p’. “The only people allowed to touch me are you, and him. And I know for a fact that he isn’t possessive when it comes to you.” There was a level of suggestiveness in his tone that made you gulp and then guide Sam onto his back. His eyes sparkled with excitement and that trademark Kiszka playfulness that made everything fun.

“Is that so?” you asked lowly, thumbing over the unblemished skin in between the dark marks. “So he won’t mind if I…just…” Your sentence trailed off as your lips met the skin above Sam’s collarbone. “...sent you back with some marks of my own?”

The graze of your teeth and suction of his skin into your mouth made Sam exhale heavily. “Mind?” he breathed. “Nah. Not mind. But he - ah–” he cut himself off with a breathy moan as you moved up to the juncture of his neck and shoulder to map another one of your brands onto Sam’s skin. “--but I never said he wasn’t competitive,” he finished finally. “And he’ll definitely take this as a challenge.”

You chuckled and kissed him on the lips this time, and Sam tried to follow you when you pulled away. “Well, in that case, let me just…” You bit one more mark into him, right above his nipple, and smiled cutely at your work as Sam raised his brows at you.

“Are you sure you’re not the possessive one?”

With a wink and meandering finger down his chest, you palmed him over his boxers - fully hard and ready for you in any way you wanted him. “Sammy, baby - you wanna know what I’m possessive of?” you taunted, teasing the waistband of his tented underwear with your fingertips.

“Mmmhhhh. More than anything. What is it, Y/N?” he asked back, immersing himself into this game you were weaving around you both - even Danny, regardless of the fact that he wasn’t here. “What are you possessive of?”

“I’m possessive of the thought of you laid out for him,” you confessed, kissing your way down Sam’s body between syllables, “in a way that only he and I know now. And I’m possessive of the thought of you getting fucked six ways to Sunday by your boyfriend and then immediately coming to fuck me six ways to Sunday.”

Sam followed you down with those bedroom eyes of his, and grinned salaciously. “I’m not sure I’ll get to fuck you at all if you keep this up, doll.”

Once his dick had been freed from the confines of his boxers, you grasped him in your hand and watched his lashes flutter. “Not sure you’ll be able to fuck me? Why? Was Daniel a greedy boy today?”

The red flush on Sam’s cheeks flared at your words, and then at the kitten licks to the tip of his cock, Sam was rather distracted - too much so to really respond with his usual cheekiness. “A little,” he admitted. “But in his defense, neither of us knew I was coming to see you tonight, either.” Sam licked his lips and groaned when you took him into your mouth fully. “If he did, I think he’d love to share with you.”

“Oh yeah?” you asked, curiosity lacing your words. “Has he…has he said so? Like - does he want to?”

Sam cocked his head and shot you a confused look. “I mean, yeah. I thought that was, like, a given from the start.”

“A given between us, but I don’t know how Danny feels about it,” you explained, still slowly stroking Sam’s cock to keep him interested. “I mean, of course you’re gonna want it - you’re getting some from both ends - you know we want you. But…Danny’s a friend of mine, too. I don’t want to make it weird.”

Sam grinned - like he had a secret that he was definitely about to share with you - and flipped you over, successfully taking his dick from you in the process as well so that he could line himself up with your entrance and pause.

Just waiting there as your mind tried to wrap itself around what had just happened.

“Yeah,” he said softly, “maybe it is because I love you both, and the thought of us all together makes me splooge–” you giggled at his terminology, “--but I know you want it, and I know that Danny wants it, too.”

You arched your eyebrow and your back - conveying both your desire for answers and for him to just fuck you already in the same move. “And how do you know that I want it?” you asked cheekily. But you lost the cheek on an exhale and Sam pushed into you suddenly, bringing himself as close to you as possible.

“Because you’re a dirty girl, and I know it gets you wet to think about watching us together,” he whispered in your ear. With a few introductory thrusts, he kept the pace slow and steady, but reached down a hand to slip through the wetness at your center. “See? It’s getting you wet right now,” he grinned arrogantly, and you scoffed, fucking your hips up to throw him off balance.

“Fuck you.”

“Already on it,” he quipped, picking up the speed marginally. “But I feel like I haven’t - fuck, you’re tight - haven’t…ah, assuaged your fears, doll.”

In the months that you’d been together, your intimacy had been filed to an orgasmic precision that you both liked to offset with sloppy, messy sex every once in a while. You knew how to get each other off - you knew what got the other off - and you both never let the other get bored.

So when you slid Sam’s fingers - which had finally reappeared from where you were connected - into your mouth to suck clean, you relished in the feral grin Sam shot you. “Dirty girl,” he restated.

“Are you gonna tell me or are you gonna leave me hanging?” you panted, rolling your hips in time with his thrusts. “Verbal blue balls.”

Sam huffed out a laugh. “Gee, your pussy must be so good - I’ve forgotten what I was gonna say. Care to remind me?”

You bucked your hips once more, violent enough to throw Sam all the way out of you, and then rolled before he could line himself up again. “Fuck me like this and I’ll tell you anything you wanna know,” you goaded, hoping that the visual of your ass in the air was an enticing one.

There wasn’t a whole lot Sam could do that you wouldn’t think was sexy, and you could only assume that it was the same for him when it came to you.

A light slap on your cheek was your answer, and then the thick stretch of Sam filling you up from a different angle just drove it (and him) home. “Then ask me,” he demanded, gripping onto your hips for more purchase.

“How do you know?” you asked breathlessly.

It wasn’t good enough for Sam. “How do I know what?”

“How do you know that Danny wants us all together, too?”

Just to coerce more out of you, Sam followed up with, “Danny’s with us all the time, Y/N. I need specifics.”

With his cock hitting all the right spots inside of you, you rolled your eyes, but complied easily despite the small spark of exasperation that zinged through you for a second. “Dirty boy,” you teased, though, unable to help yourself. “How do you know that Danny wants us all together - fucking and taking and giving and moaning and having a grand ol’ time?” you questioned lasciviously, knowing that was the angle Sam was hoping for. “How do you know that Danny’s okay with me watching him fuck you into the mattress? How do you know that he’d be into watching you like this? Hitting it from the back when it’s not him?”

Sam wrapped an arm around your midsection and guided you down until you were flat on the bed and Sam was pinning you there with his pelvis. His breath tickled your ear as he whispered, “I know because he always comes harder when I talk about us all. And I know because he’s always staring at us when we’re together. He wants to, babe, trust me.”

The thought of Danny - beautiful, kind Danny - coming to the thought of you, regardless of if it was with Sam and him as well, sparked a deep-seeded flame of arousal you’d been too busy to explore since the option had come to light. You and Sam’s relationship was relatively new - you hadn’t had a whole lot of time to consider Danny.

But now that you were, you didn’t particularly want to stop.

“What’s he do, Sammy?” you gasped, rocking forward with his thrusts and fisting the pillow beneath your palms. “What’s Danny like?”

The arm Sam had wrapped around you forced its way down to your clit so that you could grind against his fingers, trapped between you and the mattress, and Sam moaned against your hair. “He’s so fucking beautiful, Y/N,” he said, clear adoration lacing his words. “The face he makes when you blow him is - fuck, it’s just pure pleasure. And he’s so damn good with his mouth, too.”

You groaned and bucked your hips harder, trying to ride the stimulation Sam was providing faster - more - to completion. “More. Tell me more,” you demanded. You wanted the details. You wanted to fucking blush the next time you saw the man.

“You might laugh at me,” Sam huffed, twitching inside of you, “but his stamina is out of this fucking world. Guy could go on for days.” He chuckled out a strained laugh. “I’m still getting there. And he had the day off today, so he was waiting for me when I got home early and - and–”

You finally understood what he was trying to say, and pushed your ass up into him. “Roll over - I’ll ride you.” Once you were settled in and straddling his hips, riding a comfortable rhythm, you put your hands on either side of his head and let your breasts sway in his face. “Come on, Sammy - if this is really what you want, tell me. Like he’s here.”

Sam whined underneath you and nodded. “God, Y/N, wait until you see his dick. It’s - I’ve never seen a prettier cock in my life, and - ah, shit, that’s good - it’s perfect, Y/N, you’re gonna love it.” The casual sincerity of the statement made you shudder atop of him, knowing that Sam was so confident in this potentiality. “I’m not lying - he stays so hard sometimes. I don’t know how. I don’t.”

“You’re doing so well for me, Sammy,” you praised, trying to target this newfound comparison between his stamina and Danny’s and also trying to convey just how hot his words were to you. “Come on, just a little bit more.” You continued to rock your hips on him, staying deep and aiming for all your sweet spots, knowing Sam would get there anyways with him already being close.

“One time,” he ground out, bucking his hips up into you and throwing his head to the side to wipe a bead of sweat off his temple, “he came first and he - and he just kept fucking me, Y/N - he’s a fucking beast.”

“What?” you asked, brain stuck on Sam’s exaltations. “I thought that was just porn bullshit - he didn’t actually fuck you though–”

“He did,” Sam insisted.

“No breaks?” you asked skeptically - well, as skeptically as you could when you were trying to ride your way to orgasm.

“Oh, god, baby,” he keened, warmth exploding deep inside of you. But with his next words, you weren’t sure if his exclamation was due his orgasm or his imagination. “You don’t believe me. But just wait. Just wait, and he’ll show you, I promise. And I know…”

He trailed off, and although it was difficult to focus on anything but your impending orgasm, you had the mind to be curious. You slowed your rocking to slip a hand down to your clit and get yourself off that way, so that you didn’t cause Sam any unintentional overstimulated pain. He’d already apparently had quite a day. “What? You know what?”

You thought it would be another dirty secret - another filthy series of words intended to get you off, but Sam made sure you were looking him in the eyes when he said, “I know you wanna watch Danny take me apart, but I also know you and him, and watching isn’t gonna cut it.”

The images came full force to your mind - Danny looming over you - over Sam - and under, his dark eyes blown wide with lust, that expression that Sam described and along with it the phantom weight of a dick in your mouth. “Sam,” you whimpered, fingers flying against your clit while your boyfriend watched greedily.

“Say his name.”

The request came soft, but clear. Your eyelids had fluttered closed while imagining what it would be like with Danny, if you ever got that opportunity, but at Sam’s words, they flew open once again. Sam’s chest heaved with arousal; he was too spent to participate again, but it was obvious that he was finding just as much pleasure in this as you were.

“Whose?” you asked, wanting to hear him say it again, too.

Sam licked his lips and met your eyes, letting his mouth stay parted as he gave you the heaviest bedroom eyes you’d ever seen on him. “Danny’s. Say Danny’s name for me, Y/N. Let me hear how much you want him, too. Say his name when you come.”

With dual faces flashing behind your eyelids, you let go - Sam still nestled inside you and feeling the contractions as you came and moaning all the while - as you let out jagged gasps and let your hips jerk you through. “Danny!” you cried, much to Sam’s enjoyment if the way he groaned and pinched his eyes shut was any indicator. “Danny, fuck - fuck fuck - oh, shit,” you panted, each curse decreasing in volume as you came down from your high. “Sammy.”

Sam’s name was the final one on your lips as you leaned down to kiss him and continue your interrupted snuggle. “God, Y/N, that was hot,” Sam chuckled.

“Yeah,” you agreed, trying to wrap your head around just how hot it really had been. Because it was. And that scared you a little bit, because regardless of what Sam said - were you really allowed to want that? It had been a joke at the beginning to get the ball rolling with you and Sam, but now, you were in a relationship. Sam was in a relationship with both of you - of course he’d get the strings twisted sometimes, and you just didn’t want Danny’s feelings to get rolled over in how hot it all was.

“You’re still worried about it, aren’t you?”

Sam’s voice brought you out of your musings, and you turned to find a softness in his eyes that you knew he reserved for you and Danny.

You shrugged, pecking him on the lips. “I can’t help the worrying. I don’t want to end up ruining what you and I have, what you and he have, or even what friendship he and I have.”

The phone in Sam’s hand didn’t even register in your brain until it started burbling in the tone of a FaceTime call. “Babe, he doesn’t want to be friends with you,” he said suggestively, winking at you as the phone rang. “You can ask him for yourself.”

“Samuel!” you gasped, making sure you were covered by the blankets as the ringing stopped and Danny’s face appeared on the screen.

Sam didn’t bother covering himself off - in fact, he seemed to be preening and purposefully showcasing his new markings. “Hey, Sam. Is Y/N in the shower?” you heard Danny say distractedly.

They must spend more time shirtless together than you imagined…er, well, guessed. Not imagined (definitely imagined), because if Sam showed up covered in hickies on your screen, you’d melt into a puddle.

“Nope. She’s right here, actually. Wanna say hi?”

“...right there?” Danny asked hesitantly, and you could only imagine what picture Sam painted - naked, marked up, and in your bed.

It was an entirely accurate picture, whatever it was, but still. This was just so…abrupt. You thought the incorporation of Danny into the equation would be handled with more care and subtlety - but when Sam was involved, and moreover, when Sam wanted something - subtlety was not a strong suit of his.

“Naked and asking about you,” Sam said with a wink, and you groaned, dragging your hands down your face and readjusting the cover over your breasts as Sam turned the camera toward you.

“He’s a liar, Danny. Kinda,” you groaned at the screen, peeking out of your fingers to see Danny with his eyes bashfully cast down respectfully. At your tacked on little spark of potential, he chanced a glance up at you, and his eyes stayed once they were there.

You’d never tell if the way he lingered on certain parts of the screen made you shiver a little.

“A liar?” he ventured, cocking his head. You noted that his curls looked very defined, and thought to ask Sam if he had anything to do with it, being so into hair care himself. “How has our Sammy been a liar, then?”

Our. Just the plural had your heart kicking up a notch and your brain comprehending that this was really the first time the ‘our’-ness of your situation had been acknowledged when you were all interacting.

It threw you for a bit of a loop, if you were being honest. “Uh…” you scrambled for a coherent answer, and tried to remember your train of thought. “He was - I mean, we were both kinda - Sam, I’m gonna kill you,” you ended up saying, abandoning the attempt to cover your own ass when confronted with the real thing that had just made you come only a few minutes before.

Sam laughed boisterously and turned the phone away from you so that your lobster-red face would be shielded from Danny’s amusement. “Sammy,” Danny chided, “don’t torture her.”

He winked into the camera and then grinned at you. “She likes being tortured.”

“Shut up,” you warned threateningly.

Sam just stuck his tongue out and arched his neck for the camera. “You like my new digs, Daniel?” he asked coyly, and Danny hummed through the screen.

“We’ll talk about that later, Sam,” Danny said, the hint of a smile in his voice - Sam’s peacock primping was endearing to those who loved him, and infuriating to those who didn’t. “Could you give the phone back to Y/N for a minute, actually?”

Sam stopped his flaunting and cocked his head. “Oh. Uh, yeah, sure.”

It wasn’t often that Sam dropped his playfulness, but Danny’s sudden request must have stunned him, because he had an unreadable light in his eye as he handed you the phone. The ghost of a smile still graced his lips as he did so, just muted and mixed with an expression of guarded curiosity.

You knew he wasn’t against the idea of you together, that was the point of this call, but this lack of emotional communication had you strung out. It must have shown on your face, because Danny blinked and let out a loud chuckle once he was in your line of sight and you, his. “God, Y/N - why do you look like I’ve been…fucking beating you or something?”

Danny’s light-hearted humor made you smile through the worry, and you shrugged. “I’m in a very new situation, here, Daniel - you’ll have to forgive me if I wear my heart on my sleeve when I’m nervous,” you joked, eyes flicking to Sam every so often just as a physical assurance that you weren’t dealing with this alone. “So what’s up?”

“I know we’ve been…skirting around this for a while.”

This being a sexual relationship that wasn’t separated by walls and ‘Sam and you’ and ‘Sam and Danny.’

“Yeah,” you huffed, taking the opportunity to appreciate the man on the screen, and just how sweet he was.

Danny seemed just fine taking on the responsibility of addressing the questions that needed to be asked, since you were too cowardly to and Sam would draw it out for his own pleasure and amusement. “What I want to know is if you’re comfortable, like…watching? Or being watched.”

“Both, ideally,” Sam chimed in, now more invested and engaged in the conversation even though Danny had asked for you specifically. You didn’t doubt that he and Sam had talked about it together, already, to some extent.

“Shh,” Danny shushed him, “I’m asking Y/N, nosy.”

You smiled at Sam’s face when he was scolded through the screen. “Yeah, Sam. The adults are talking.”

Sam sputtered indignantly, and pushed his face into the camera frame. “Hey! Am I not important anymore? Do I mean nothing to you both?”

With a great roll of both of your eyes, you pushed at him, and Danny brought the attention back to you. “Alright, Sam. You know that we both love you, and we both adore you, and you have hickeys and love notes from us both to prove it. Now butt out, I really would like to talk to Y/N.”

But of course, Sam just couldn’t not have the last word. “And we would all like it if we just met up and fucked finally–”

“Sam, I’m serious, shut up.” Danny’s tone was still lovingly exasperated, but it was much more serious than before, and Sam stuck his tongue out, but settled back in to let you talk. “Now, Y/N. I just want to get this all out there. It’ll be better once we talk.”

You nodded. “I know. I just - I can barely tell Sam what I want,” you admitted bashfully.

“Well, Sam’s a basket case and loves watching people squirm,” Danny said with a smirk, and Sam huffed haughtily.

“I didn’t hear you complaining about that particular proclivity of mine earlier today.”

Danny grinned. “Never said it was a bad thing.” And then back to you - it was a very discombobulated series of exchanges, and yet, so natural. It was uncomfortable, but not nearly as humiliating as you’d imagined this going. “So…watching. You - I mean, it’s not like a - a tolerance thing, is it?” Danny asked you, his gentle tone lulling you into the safety of where you were - one lover by your side, and a friend on the other side of the screen. “Like, you like it - me and Sam? You don’t just–”

“Yes, Danny,” you interrupted, putting the poor guy out of his misery. You knew you wouldn’t have been able to articulate it any better, and it was like you had thought before - you understood. “Yeah, I like the idea - quite a lot, actually,” you tittered shyly. “Maybe even more than I should. And…what about you?”

His swallow was audible across the phone, and you bit back a smile. “Me?”

“Yeah, how do you feel about watching, and being watched?” you asked, carefully keeping track of his expressions.

His cheeks reddened, and he nodded. “I think I’d like - yeah, I mean, to be in the same room for that. Or…you in our room. To share him,” Danny said lowly, his obvious arousal not visible but almost tangible even in different towns, “with you - directly. Together.”

Fuck. If this was how it was gonna be between the three of you when you all weren’t even together, you were a little afraid that physically being in the same place with this extended boundary would shake more than just your world.

The tension was cut by Sam, once again, laying wet kisses onto your neck in view of the camera and saying, “Don’t keep him in the dark, Y/N. Tell him what we talked about earlier. When you were on top of me, remember?” He pretended to think while you flushed. “Or was it when you were on your hands and knees for me?” He shrugged. “Either way, don’t you remember what you demanded I tell you?”

“Sam!” you gasped, both at his nip and his words, your embarrassment flaring up again when Danny looked away and broke the spell you’d been under. He grinned against your skin and lazily turned toward the camera.

“No? You don’t wanna tell him?” You didn’t get the chance to answer him before he let a wolfish grin overtake his features and kissed you deeply - a little bit of a show for Danny, you knew. What surprised you was how much more of a show you wanted to put on for him. Sam’s words were teasing and playful - he was toeing the line, speaking just loud enough for Danny to hear. “It’s okay - I can do it for you,” he crooned, “because I just know he’d love to hear whose name–”

Before you could slap your hand over his mouth, Danny’s voice was cutting into your space again. “Sam, that’s enough.” The sweet, gentle, caring Danny that had just been stumbling over his words and desires was still there, but there was an edge to his tone. A sharpness that didn’t allow for argument. “Stop teasing her. That’s not what we’re doing, here.” Your attention was drawn to and kept by the way Sam immediately backed off at Danny’s words. Interesting, indeed. “I don’t want to know anything she doesn’t want me to.”

Seeing Sam frozen and still for a second before his brain seemed to reboot made something deep inside you squirm deliciously and rear up. If it had been anyone other than Danny, the results would have been near catastrophic with Sam’s pride. But here he was, continuing on as if nothing had happened, except toned down a little.

“So are we good? All settled?” he asked you both, eagerness splashed onto every surface of his body - grabby hands, restless feet, shifting facial expression, and that hand constantly pushing his hair back.

“I mean…” you said coyly, winking at Danny through the camera, “there’s other things to discuss, but that’ll have to wait until the time comes.”

Sam groaned, his impatience getting the best of him. “But I’ve been waiting for so long. Danny - can’t you just hop into your car and make the drive?”

If Sam thought his whiny plea would change anything for the night, he was sorely mistaken. Danny just laughed and got up from wherever he’d been sitting, a flash of patterned boxers gracing the screen before it was back on his face. “Sam, after the day you’ve had, you couldn’t handle us both.”

While Sam might not have had the stamina that he was lauding Danny for having, the man had resiliency. Not even your college flings could get it up as often as Sam could - in fact, it was probably good that your relationship with him was polygomous, because he’d probably fuck you raw without someone else taking a bit of his libido into their hands. His hands.

Dammit, you were thinking about Danny’s hands, now.

“You’d like to see me try, though, right?” he asked coquettishly, fluttering his lashes at you both. Danny stopped moving to wherever he was going and managed to tear his gaze away from Sam’s devilish attempts at seduction and to you, the heaviness keeping you pinned.

His gaze was loaded, electric, and brimming with silent, erotic promise. It took your breath away, and you had to force yourself to bring in a deep inhale when he said, “You know I would. But when the moment comes, we all owe it to ourselves to be rested and ready - not some patch-job meetup at,” he swiped at his screen to look at the time, “10:56 pm when you’ve already gone four rounds today. Assumedly.”

Your eyes widened and you swung your face to Sam. Four rounds? “Damn, boy.”

Sam shrugged and yawned, belying his actual energy level when he wasn’t hopped up on the thought of all you three together, and pointed to the screen and then to himself. “Long time, lots of times.”

The effects of the long day, the emotional turmoil working through this initial stage, and your previous orgasm having sapped you, a shower and sleep sounded like a good plan, for now. “I’m gonna say goodnight, too, Sam, so why don’t you head to bed, too, cause this isn’t happening tonight,” Danny said, dashing a teensy little sliver of hope you’d shared with Sam as he was lit up by his bathroom lights. “I’ll see you guys soon, okay? Have a good night.”

Danny reached towards the propped up phone, assumedly to hit the end call button, but Sam crowded the camera towards his face and placed a kiss on it. “I kinda like you,” he said quietly and with a warm smile. “A lot.”

Even when it wasn’t directed towards you, it made your heart clench with love. Just seeing Sam happy and in love with Danny as well - you didn’t feel the need to examine why no feelings of jealousy or insecurity arose - it was just…right.

And Danny felt the same way, according to the soft, pleased face he gave back. “I love you, too. Now go to sleep, you have work in the morning.”

You laughed and Sam groaned, “Don’t remind me. I have to get up even earlier.”

“My fault,” you admitted. Not seriously, though, because you knew Sam was more than happy to be there with you.

Just as you expected, Sam wrapped you up in his long arms and kissed your cheek. “Maybe,” he teased, and you shook your head affectionately, “but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Well, actually, I would rather have it one other way,” he amended, wiggling his eyebrows in the direction of the phone, where Danny had been watching you both fondly.

At Sam’s last ditch effort to get him to you guys, he rolled his eyes and picked up the phone with finality. “Soon, Sammy. Bye for now, though.”

He didn’t allow any more space for added comments before he hung up the phone, knowing Sam would keep him there as long as possible - you’d been on the receiving end of that treatment yourself, and saying goodbye to Sam was like trying to pry the tentacles of an octopus off: he just kept latching on from another direction.

Once Danny’s presence had faded from the room, you turned to face Sam again, rethinking the shower but knowing once you got in you wouldn’t want to get out. “Well, that went well. Although I wasn’t a fan of the sneak attack,” you said with an accusing brow.

Sam was not on the same wavelength - he threw the blankets off, much to your complaint, and took your hand to lead you to the bathroom. You followed reluctantly, but only a little bit. “A sneak attack was the only way I was gonna speed this up. If it were up to you two worrywarts, it would be another 10 years before I got you both in the same bed together.”

He started the shower while, for about the thousandth time just that night, you sighed in fond exasperation. “I see where your priorities lie,” you teased. “Sacrificing our comfort for your own perverse pleasure.”

You didn’t mean a word you said - Sam was blunt, but he was intelligent and he loved you and Danny both, and you knew that he only acted in everyone’s best interest. Still, as you stepped under the warm spray, Sam tilted your face up to his and planted a gentle kiss to your lips. “No. Well, kinda,” he corrected to both of your amusement, “but no.” He ran a wet finger down the bridge of your nose and made sure you were both under the showerhead. “My priority is making you two as happy as I can, and I really think that you and Danny can make each other happy, too.”

You smiled at his sincerity, and hugged his wet torso to you. “I know you do. And I hope we can, too.” In all honesty, you believed Sam wholeheartedly.

It was all just a matter of time, now.

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Thinking about that post contrasting Mina and Van Helsing's management styles by @animate-mush in context of today's entry.

Mina:

[Jonathan] came back full of life and hope and determination; we have got everything in order for to-night. I feel myself quite wild with excitement. I suppose one ought to pity any thing so hunted as is the Count. That is just it: this Thing is not human—not even beast.

I thought the matter over, and came to the conclusion that the best thing I could do would be to post them in affairs right up to date. I knew from Dr. Seward's diary that they had been at Lucy's death—her real death—and that I need not fear to betray any secret before the time. So I told them, as well as I could, that I had read all the papers and diaries, and that my husband and I, having typewritten them, had just finished putting them in order. I gave them each a copy to read in the library.

We continued to talk for some time; and, seeing that he was seemingly quite reasonable, she ventured, looking at me questioningly as she began, to lead him to his favourite topic.

When I went to the station to meet Van Helsing I left the boys behind me. Poor Art seemed more cheerful than he has been since Lucy first took ill, and Quincey is more like his own bright self than he has been for many a long day.

Mina expresses eagerness and readiness to be involved in hunting Dracula down tonight. She meets individually with each person and establishes a connection with a basis of communication and compassion. She makes sure everyone is brought up to date on all the information.

She also follows the Renfield lead, getting a really good interview from him. I bolded a line which showed her not only seeking out relevant information but checking with Seward as she does so. Mina has consistently sought to work with others, and respects their expertise. She and Jonathan have been doing an excellent job these past couple days of dividing up tasks between themselves as best suited (Jonathan followingnup on lawyer connections, and conducting interviews with people that as a woman Mina may have had more difficulty meeting respectably/getting to talk to her in the same way). In speaking to Renfield, she asks Seward first and explains her reasoning, and then supports him and is willing to defer to him if necessary during the actual interview.

The result of Mina's approach is a clear boost in morale, with everyone feeling better than they have in a while.

Now, let's contrast Van Helsing.

As I drove to the house I told him of what had passed, and of how my own diary had come to be of some use through Mrs. Harker's suggestion; at which the Professor interrupted me:—

"Ah, that wonderful Madam Mina! She has man's brain—a brain that a man should have were he much gifted—and a woman's heart. The good God fashioned her for a purpose, believe me, when He made that so good combination. Friend John, up to now fortune has made that woman of help to us; after to-night she must not have to do with this so terrible affair. It is not good that she run a risk so great. We men are determined—nay, are we not pledged?—to destroy this monster; but it is no part for a woman.

When we met in Dr. Seward's study two hours after dinner, which had been at six o'clock, we unconsciously formed a sort of board or committee. Professor Van Helsing took the head of the table, to which Dr. Seward motioned him as he came into the room. He made me sit next to him on his right, and asked me to act as secretary; Jonathan sat next to me. Opposite us were Lord Godalming, Dr. Seward, and Mr. Morris—Lord Godalming being next the Professor, and Dr. Seward in the centre.

"Then it were, I think good that I tell you something of the kind of enemy with which we have to deal. I shall then make known to you something of the history of this man, which has been ascertained for me. So we then can discuss how we shall act, and can take our measure according.

The Professor stood up and, after laying his golden crucifix on the table, held out his hand on either side. I took his right hand, and Lord Godalming his left; Jonathan held my right with his left and stretched across to Mr. Morris. So as we all took hands our solemn compact was made. I felt my heart icy cold, but it did not even occur to me to draw back. We resumed our places, and Dr. Van Helsing went on with a sort of cheerfulness which showed that the serious work had begun. It was to be taken as gravely, and in as businesslike a way, as any other transaction of life:—

"And now we must settle what we do. We have here much data, and we must proceed to lay out our campaign. We know from the inquiry of Jonathan that from the castle to Whitby came fifty boxes of earth, all of which were delivered at Carfax; we also know that at least some of these boxes have been removed. It seems to me, that our first step should be to ascertain whether all the rest remain in the house beyond that wall where we look to-day; or whether any more have been removed. If the latter, we must trace——"

...the Professor began to resume his statement:—

"We must trace each of these boxes; and when we are ready, we must either capture or kill this monster in his lair; or we must, so to speak, sterilise the earth, so that no more he can seek safety in it. Thus in the end we may find him in his form of man between the hours of noon and sunset, and so engage with him when he is at his most weak.

"And now for you, Madam Mina, this night is the end until all be well. You are too precious to us to have such risk. When we part to-night, you no more must question. We shall tell you all in good time.

One of the first things Van Helsing does is interrupt Seward to tell him that Mina needs to be left out of this matter in the future. Seward immediately agrees. Where Mina asked to work with Seward and looked for his acceptance/approval, Van Helsing cuts him off to tell him how things should go. It's not a one-sided thing, as Seward backs everything Van Helsing says, but it's a noticeable difference.

When they all join together, it is supposedly for a discussion. However, the language used several times relates this matter to a business. Van Helsing takes the position of board chairman or CEO, with Mina set up as his secretary. This puts new power dynamics into play - he is in charge and the rest of the group are his employees. Mina is put in a role where she handles documentation, but nothing else (also, a typically 'feminine' job, notable given Van Helsing's repeated emphasis on manliness). Furthermore, the so-called discussion consists almost entirely of Van Helsing lecturing to the group, like a professor in front of his class or possible a businessman leading a meeting.

He says "we" when speaking of planning a campaign, but then lays out a full plan himself and it is later referred to as a "statement." He's the only one giving much input. Now, that's not to say he isn't respecting anyone else's opinion or only ordering them about. He does ask for all of their cooperation and they all volunteer. He lets them all choose the amount of risk they are willing to take - except Mina, for whom he makes the decision.

When emotions are spoken of in Van Helsing's meeting, they are solemn, dutiful, businesslike. Again, this isn't necessarily a bad thing or out of place considering what they are gearing up to do, but it stands in contrast to Mina comforting each person individually and boosting their spirits that way. Van Helsing speaks of them being "men and are able to bear", but Mina acknowledges their emotions and supports Arthur as he literally cries onto her shoulder.

Van Helsing's final words (or nearly) mimic some of his first: he excludes Mina. Not only from the hunt itself, which she initially was clearly expecting to participate in in some way, but also from any further information they may learn.

Both approaches have their merits in this situation. For example, Van Helsing's lecture on vampiric weaknesses was necessary since no one else had that information, and the way he reviewed what they know so far was helpful too in case anyone had missed a relevant detail. It's good for the group to be determined and to solemnly understand the risks of this venture.

Likewise, it's important for them to have time to let their emotions out and to seek and receive comfort from one another. Sharing the written information to get them all on the same page was a vital prerequisite to Van Helsing's speech.

While both approaches have their merits, I can't help but notice how Van Helsing's is on the whole significantly more controlling, thus limiting the input from others. Mina works with everyone to bring out they best they all have to offer; Van Helsing directs them to what he believes to be their best use. Mina also uses fewer specifically gendered roles (though she does a fair bit more today than usual, it's mostly internal thoughts or in reaction to Van Helsing), while Van Helsing begins to assert some stricter gender-based roles. He also takes charge - where Mina's "we" statements are things like "we're all ready," his are instructions: "we must do this."

Overall, I definitely prefer Mina's approach.

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stardustndreamsofsilver · 1 year

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Everything is Temporary

Part Four

Josh x Reader (f)

Warnings: angst, cursing, pregnancy

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Six Months Later

A lot had changed in the last six months. After you found out you were pregnant, you were in shock for about a week. But once the shock wore off, the love for your coming little one grew. You moved out of your old one bedroom apartment into a little two bedroom cottage about an hour outside of Nashville. Your job offered you a remote position with a small raise, so you were able to afford the move and able to furnish the baby’s nursery with everything they could possibly need.

You’d thought about telling Josh about the baby, but figured it was best if he didn’t know. Even if he didn't love you, you knew that if you told him, he’d feel obligated to make the three of you a family. You didn’t want that. You didn’t want to be an obligation, you didn’t want your baby to be an obligation. You wanted them to only ever know love. So, you decided he would never know. With that decision, you also blocked him on all social media. Not only to keep him from finding out, but also to keep you from having to see him.

You were called into the main office one day for a meeting, so you drove into Nashville for the day. It’d been awhile since you’d come to town, so you decided to stop by your favorite coffee house. You ordered your favorite drink and a breakfast sandwich and sat by the window. You enjoyed your breakfast and got up to leave. As you leaned over to grab your purse, you heard the door chime as it opened. You straightened back up and faced the doorway. There he was. You stared at Josh in disbelief and he stared at your 37 week pregnant belly.

A million thoughts raced through your mind. When did he get back? Why did he have to be here? Why today? Will he realize this is his baby? Will he try to take the baby from you?

Shaking your head, you rush past him. You needed to get out of there. You got out the door and a few steps down the sidewalk before you heard someone running up behind you.

“Hey! Hey! Where the hell do you think you’re going?” He says, grabbing your arm and stopping you.

You yank your arm back and sigh. “What do you want Josh?”

“Are you serious? I want to know what the hell this is?” He says, gesturing toward your bump.

“It’s none of your concern. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a meeting to go to.”

“Like hell it isn’t! Why didn’t you tell me? It’s mine right?” He asks, searching your face for answers.

“Josh, I really need to go.”

“No. You’re going to tell me what’s going on.” He says, stepping closer to you.

You backed away and said, “Fine, how about this, I’ll meet you for dinner and explain everything. But, I have to go.”

“Where? When?” He asks.

“I’ll meet you at that ramen shop downtown around 6.”

“Alright. Fine. Swear you’ll actually show up and this isn’t a trick so you can go?” He asks.

Scoffing, you say, “I promise. I don’t lie. You’re the one who’s good at that, remember?”

You watched guilt sweep over him, but it didn’t change the facts. Everything had been real for you and it was just a game to him.

“Alright. I’ll see you then.” He says looking down to the ground and sticking his hands in his pockets.

“See you there.” You say as you walk away.

You went to your meeting at the office and everything went smoothly. You decided to catch up on some work while you were there since you had time to kill until dinner with Josh. You dreaded this dinner. You’d finally started to get over him and your life had started to come together. And now it was all coming down around you. Finishing up one last email, you checked the time. It was close to 5 so you decided to go ahead and pack up. As you were riding the elevator down to the ground floor to go meet Josh, you felt a twinge.

Your water broke.

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theoddcatlady · 5 months

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My Older Brother Paul

I didn’t even know I had an older brother until he showed up outside my school that afternoon.

It was two years ago, after school. I was a sophomore, my little sister Paige was a freshman. The original plan that day was hitching a ride to a friend’s house, where we’d probably team up and knock out our homework as quickly as possible.

That plan changed when we exited the building and someone called my name.

“Parker! Hey, Parker!”

My attention was immediately grabbed and I glanced around for anyone familiar. All I saw was a guy in his late twenties, leaning against a fancy car parked on the street. He smiled and waved me over.

“Parker, over here!”

Double checking to make sure there were no more Parkers in the immediate range, I decided to at least meander over. Paige was practically clinging to my backpack as we walked over, she was a little shy and I was expecting any second for this stranger to look away and find that other mystery Parker.

But he didn’t. He lit up and looked right into my eyes as we walked up to him.

“Wow. Parker. You’re gonna get taller than me, aren’t you?”

I frowned and made sure to take a side step in front of Paige, just to put myself between this stranger and my sister. “Can I help you?” I asked.

He looked a bit sad for a moment, before he sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I guess you wouldn’t remember me. You were only two and Paige here,” He stood on tiptoe to look at Paige, “She was just a lil baby.”

I must’ve looked super confused, because Paul reached for his wallet and pulled out a photograph. “I’m Paul. I’m your brother,” He said, handing me the photo.

It was so jarring. There was my mom and dad, I was standing in front of Dad with a big old smile on my little toddler face, Mom was holding Paige, and there was a boy standing between my parents, about thirteen or fourteen years old, with the same blond hair that both me and Paige had and a grin on his freckled face.

I’d never seen this photo before. But it was real and in my face and impossible to deny. I looked back up at Paul, who was back to smiling. His freckles had faded away with age, his teeth were straighter and whiter, but he still had the same goofy smile. And I could just about tell we had the same shape of our eyes, the same ears that stick out just a bit… the resemblance was uncanny.

Paul reached out and clapped his hand on my shoulder. “We have a lot to talk about. Come on, you like McDonald’s?”

Paige cleared her throat. “We should- we should probably just go home, mom and dad-”

“They’re gonna be at work until what, five? Six?” Paul glanced over my shoulder to look at my, well, our apprehensive little sister. “If they’re still the workaholics I remember, they’ll not be home for hours. We’ll only be a bit. I just wanna catch up. I’ll buy?”

I should’ve known better. So should’ve Paige. But even if we did, we still got into the backseat of Paul’s car, and he drove us to the McDonald’s a few blocks away.

Lunch that day had been pretty garbage, so getting a McDonald’s treat was more than welcome. Paige tried to decline, saying she wasn’t that hungry, but he ordered her an Oreo flurry and like magic her appetite came back.

As we sat in a booth, I stopped inhaling my burger for a moment to confront that elephant in the room.

“Why didn’t mom and dad ever tell us about you?”

Paul was not at all surprised by the question, but he answered with one of his own. “You’re a good kid, aren’t you? Always home on time, straight A’s, chores done without a single complaint?”

“I mean, I have a B in algebra-” I stopped myself before I nodded. “I guess so.”

Paul glanced over at Paige. “You too?” He said. Paige also nodded and Paul sighed, nodding with understanding. “Yeah, that’s about right. Nothing wrong with that, but I was a bit more… high maintenance.”

I pushed my fries away and leaned forward to listen. Paige, despite her apprehension, was looking with just as much interest as I was.

“I guess you can say I had issues? I mean, I was fourteen, but I was already getting myself into heaps of trouble.” Paul drummed his fingers on the table. “My grades were awful, got into fights at school, I’d sneak out at night… I mean, once I got out of there, I figured out I wasn’t like most kids. I couldn’t be parented like most kids. But one day Mom and Dad just… sent me away.”

Paige gasped quietly, her eyes going wide. “They sent you away? Where?” She asked.

“Tennessee, friend of dad lived down there. They took a weekend trip and dropped me off at the door with a suitcase and a note.” Paul shrugged. “I don’t blame them, I mean, I was a holy terror. But man, it does sting a bit that they never even mentioned me to you guys. I’m still family… or at least, I thought I was.”

A wave of sadness and disgust washed over me. Sad that I’d never gotten to know about Paul, disgust that our parents just gave up on him like that. Most fourteen year olds go through phases of being difficult, right? It sounded like he just needed some therapy, some freakin’ support, and our parents just made him someone else’s problem and erased him from our lives.

Paige finally lowered her defenses, reaching across the table and resting her hand on his. “I’m sorry, Paul,” She said.

Paul smiled, reaching across the table to ruffle her hair. “Not your fault. Not yours either, Parker. You were just babies, after all. But hey, I’m here now. Let’s make up for lost time. Don’t waste food, but if you want anything else, let me know. And feel free to ask me literally anything you want. I got nothing to hide.”

I didn’t want anything else, but Paige did get an order of chicken nuggets. We munched and got to know our older brother.

After Paul left the house he was dumped at, he had traveled all over the states. He ‘didn’t want to go home without showing he was worth something’, he said. He’s worked all sorts of jobs, waiter, mechanic, janitor, but it was his most recent job as a manager at a small store that he ran into his girlfriend… well, ‘girlfriend’.

“Do you guys know what a sugar mama is?”

Paige nearly choked as Paul handed us his phone, a picture of himself and a woman that was probably in her early sixties. Sure, she was pretty okay looking for her age, but damn, she was without a doubt older than our mother. “That’s Elaine,” He said, pointing at the woman. “Elaine lost her husband a few years before we met, lung cancer. She just wants some company, specifically, she wants cute company.” He poked himself on the cheek. “And I happen to be adorable.”

I couldn’t stop from laughing as I picked up the phone to get a better look. “Dude, our parents would kill you,” I said.

“Listen, in life, you’re up to your ears in debt until you die, you start off rich, or you marry into the good life. I mean, Elaine and I aren’t married,” He laughed at the thought of that, “But I can do whatever I want and she won’t care, long as I’m home every now and then and ready for some… snuggles,” He gave a pointed look at Paige, who scowled at the innuendo, but I just cracked up.

True to his word, Paul did get us home before our parents, but once we all got out of the car he tossed the keys to me.

“Registration’s in the glove box, she’s paid off and only got a few hundred miles on her. You have your driver’s license, right?”

I was too stunned to do anything but nod.

“Then you’re set. Think of it as the present for all the birthdays I missed. See you soon, guys.” With that, Paul just walked off in the direction of the nearest bus stop.

Course, our parents had quite a few questions when they came home and all of them revolved around the car in our driveway that was easily worth over fifty grand.

I just waited for them to get out all their questions at once before I looked at Paige, who crossed her arms and said what they needed to hear.

“Paul came to visit.”

Their faces were enough to confirm once and for all that Paul was our brother. Mom’s face went white and Dad staggered back, falling into his chair to probably avoid fainting.

Mom took a seat on the couch, taking several deep breaths. “He found us?” She asked.

“Found us?” I repeated, that earlier disgust starting to boil up into rage.

“We moved after…” My mom swallowed, “You’re all right? He didn’t hurt you?”

“Hurt us?!” I snapped. “Are you kidding me? Why- why did you never tell us about him!? He’s our brother!”

My dad cleared his throat. “Half brother, actually,” he stared at our mother, who just looked at her hands, “And you need to tell him to take the car back. When he comes back, give him back the damn car.”

I scoffed. “No way. You can’t afford to get me a car, if you want it gone I’ll just sell it and save the money for college,” I said. “Why didn’t you ever mention Paul?”

Mom’s head was bowed in shame. “Paige, Parker, Paul isn’t- Paul’s not right-”

I didn’t want to hear it. I just stormed out of the room, Paige right behind me. We’d heard all we needed to. Our parents abandoned a kid just because he ‘wasn’t good enough’. And Paul was actually not so bad now… least, we thought so, anyway.

Paul showed up again the next day, at school, not at home. This time he took us to his condo, which was just as nice as you’d expect from a man just giving away luxury cars. We had a Skype call with his ‘girlfriend’, and Elaine really was nice, if not a little eccentric.

“If you’re Paul’s family, you’re mine,” She laughed quietly, “So if you need anything, and I mean anything, just call me. I’ll help you however I can.”

After the call, we ordered pizza and just spent the whole afternoon chilling out, playing video games and just getting to know Paul. He was competitive but never a bad winner, just giving tips about how we could improve. He gifted Paige a brand new laptop, perfect for homework and for playing video games. ‘I’ll get you your own car when you get your license,’ He promised, ruffling her hair and then asking if what movie we wanted to watch.

When Paul dropped us off late that night, he didn’t come into the house, but he did wave at our parents waiting at our front porch. My mom just looked ready to die of embarrassment while my dad… I guess he looked so stern to hide any fear he had. We didn’t talk to them, we just went inside to do our homework.

It went like that for a few weeks. Mom and dad would tell us to stop hanging out with Paul, but since he was always outside school at the end of the day, we just hopped in his car and took off for another fun afternoon. Mini golf, arcades, wherever we wanted to go he’d just plug it into his GPS and we’d spend an afternoon having fun. We even spent a whole Saturday at Six Flags, Paul had us take an overpriced picture and put it in an even more overpriced frame as his souvenir. I got a t-shirt, Paige got a stuffed animal that was almost as big as she was.

Meanwhile, our parents were clearly upset, but we barely talked with them. I had resolved that I hated them both for cutting Paul out of our lives and I was going to do the same to them when I turned eighteen. God, the fact they moved after they left him to be someone else’s problem so he couldn’t find them? It pissed me off. Paige too, her theory was that Dad gave up on him so quick because ‘Paul’s not his kid’. It was so tense at home I wanted to spend even more time with Paul, just to escape all that.

One of the final things we did was go out to a movie. By then we were all best friends, Paul, Paige, and I. We had so many expensive gifts, so many fun memories, we weren’t even a little bit afraid of him. We’d all gotten all the snacks we could carry from the concession stand and settled in to our seats when a handful of popcorn smacked into the back of my head.

I turned around and internally groaned to see some unfortunately familiar faces. Paul glanced over to see the popcorn sticking out of my hair. “What the-” More popcorn flew through the air, followed by some pointed snickering and loud whispering.

“Ignore them,” I said, pinching the bridge of my nose, “They’re just some jerks from school.”

Paul’s eyes widened. “You’re getting bullied?” He asked quietly.

“I wouldn’t call it that, especially since Evan is the principal’s son,” I glanced back at the group and glared at the middle one, who only proceeded to laugh and throw more popcorn, “But they mess with me sometimes. It’s fine, they’ll get bored sooner or later.” I’d gotten a thicker skin from this sort of thing, I was already one of the tallest of my class but I was also the quiet guy who didn’t stick up for himself, so I was an easy target.

Paul turned around and I swear it was the first time I saw that carefully placed mask on his face slip. The look in his eyes screamed murder. “Fuck off,” He growled at the group behind us.

Evan mockingly ‘ooh’d’. “Whatcha gonna do about it?” He asked, smirking like he knew he was untouchable.

Paul responded by getting up and starting to walk back the few rows where Evan and his goon squad were sitting. I don’t know what they saw, but I think Evan realized that Paul wasn’t just going to sit and take it like I was. He threw up his hands and repeatedly whispered apologies. Paul stopped at their row and leaned in close to the boys that looked ready to shit themselves.

He whispered something I didn’t hear, and I think Evan did actually piss his pants a little. Paul straightened up, I heard him mutter ‘enjoy the movie’, and then he returned to his seat. Back to being fun big brother Paul, just like that.

At least I wasn’t getting popcorn thrown at my head anymore, so I brushed aside any concerns I had.

That night when Paul dropped us off, he didn’t stick around long. He said he needed to call Elaine, she had left him a voicemail earlier about how much she ‘missed him’, and frankly that’s all I wanted to hear. Ew.

This time, my parents were waiting in the living room, together. They’d been going at it like cats and dogs for a week now, constantly having whispered arguments and I think my mom was sleeping on the couch.

“Your mother has something she wants to say,” Dad said. Mom just stared at her shoes for several painfully long moments before Dad added, “Or I’ll say it, and I won’t be as nice.”

Paige scowled. “What?”

“You need to know the truth about Paul… so please, sit down,” Mom said, her voice barely above a mutter.

I did take a seat across from them, but I probably looked as interested as I did during Algebra. “What?”

Mom looked like a woman defeated. “Like… like your father said, Paul is your half brother, but that’s not the whole story.” She swallowed before she sat up straight and finally told us that whole story.

“I met him at camp. I was a counselor. Your father and I were on a break,” She glared at him, while he just quietly scoffed, “After he’d cheated on me with his tutor at college. So I was bitter. I was alone. I was… empty. But Paul’s father, he was charming? Different, but charming. After camp that year, I realized I was pregnant. Paul’s father, we- we couldn’t be together, so I just went back to your father, and I let him think that Paul was his… until Paul was born, anyway. It was impossible to hide that.”

Dad shuddered. “You gave birth to a monster, Andrea.”

“What the hell is wrong with you!?” Paige blurted out. “Just because he’s not yours-”

“I wasn’t. Being. Metaphorical.” Dad glowered at Mom, who seemed incredibly focused on the wall rather than any of us. “Tell them, Andrea.”

Mom’s eyes welled up. “… Paul… Paul was born a few weeks early, and he came so fast we didn’t even have time to pack up for the hospital. And when he did, he… he wasn’t right. I can’t even describe- it’s something you’d have to see to understand.”

“Paul looks fine to me,” I said.

“Because he wants you to see him like that,” Mom rubbed the back of her neck, “He can do that. Within minutes he looked like every newborn baby boy. I would’ve blamed it all on the pain and hysteria if your dad didn’t see it too. And sometimes, he’d look like… that, again, if it was only me in the room.”

Paige and I probably looked equally confused. “Mom, you’re not making any sense,” She said.

“I know,” Mom nodded before she looked at me. “The scar on your stomach, Parker. Shaped like a triangle. Is it still there?”

I hauled my shirt up to show it off. It had faded over the years, but it was still visible. “From the time I fell?” I said.

“That’s not how you got it.”

Mom shook. For the first time in weeks, I stopped being angry at her and was now genuinely worried. “Paul was- he was mostly like any other child until you two came along. He was a good boy. But he changed. He changed and I was afraid, terrified,to leave him alone with you. The one time I did… oh my god… I can’t, I can’t…” Mom broke down in tears, burying her face in her hands.

Dad finally interjected. “He was acting up beforehand, but your mom was taking a nap in the room over. I came home from work early and I found Paul in your room. You were just laying there, eyes glazed over, and he had his mouth on you.”

I nearly threw up. “What?” I had to have him repeat it.

“I thought he was just being a sicko and ripped him off, but it- Parker, you were bleeding real bad,” Dad shook his head, “You only started crying when his teeth were out of you.

I looked at the scar again. My head was swimming, I couldn’t breathe. “He bit me?” I asked.

“He was trying to eat you.”

When my dad started to shake, it was with pure rage.

“I nearly lost it. He wasn’t even sorry, Parker. He was just mad I interrupted his snack.”

Paige looked so white she looked ready to faint. “That doesn’t look like a bite mark,” She managed to get out.

“He bit him with his real mouth.” My dad managed to get himself back under control after a deep breath. “What you’ve all been seeing, it’s not really Paul. He’s not human, because his father wasn’t. I couldn’t let him be in the house anymore. I began doing research, and I found someone-”

“I thought you shipped him off to a friend,” I interrupted.

“Not exactly.” Dad finally looked a little ashamed. “I found out more about Paul, and what he could be. And I found someone who could handle him, teach him to get his hunger under control. But Paul ran away from there after a few months. We’d already moved, but I didn’t sleep through the night for years because I was afraid he’d be back to finish what he’d started.”

I leaned forward, trying to wrap my head around this. “How is he not human?” I shook my head. “This can’t be real.”

“It is real,” My mom sat back up, wiping away some of her tears, “I never wanted to give Paul up but- he would have killed one or both of you. We didn’t have a choice.”

After the room stopped swimming, I got up.

“I need to be alone.”

I went into my room and laid in bed for hours, just staring at the ceiling. I knew what I had to do, but I had to wait for everyone in the house to be fast asleep. Even Paige. Even if she was a part of this, I had to do this on my own.

My alarm clock read 12:13 when I finally got up. If my parents heard me start the car, they wouldn’t have been out of bed before I was zipping down the road towards Paul’s apartment. I probably broke the speed limit but I didn’t want to wait. If my parents were telling a lie that was that out there, I needed to let Paul know they’d freaking lost their minds.

Paul’s apartment lights were on, and by then I knew where he kept the spare key, so I let myself inside. It was quiet, but I figured he’d just drifted off to sleep on the couch while binging Netflix.

He wasn’t on the couch though. I walked through the apartment, trying to hear him snoring or something.

As I pressed further into the apartment, I didn’t hear snoring.

I heard this wet, squishy sound like someone was wading through knee deep molasses, and it only got louder as I headed for the spare bedroom. He’d used it for storage, he told us, so I never bothered to check it out. The door was cracked just an inch, and despite my better instincts, I pushed it open.

What I saw… god. What I saw. I still can’t believe it, even though it’s been years, I can’t believe it.

I barely recognized the two corpses hanging by their ankles from the ceiling. Both were stripped of their clothes, completely drained of blood and their torsos ripped open, their bodies empty except for some bits of flesh and bones. The third body was still twitching a bit, and still had some color in the face, but it still took a second for me to place him as Evan. I’d never seen Evan so… blank. There was nothing going on behind those empty eyes.

And the thing next to him… I don’t even want to describe it. It was humanoid, but barely so. It had two legs but only one arm, its gut stretched out so far it looked ready to topple over. Its skin was baggy and all mottled blue and green, and its arm was shrunken, curled in towards its body like a claw.

Its head was pressed up against Evan’s gut, teeth set into his skin as it continued to suck blood and whatever else fluids it could get. I saw its sharp tongue stab into his gut and Evan gasped before his eyes rolled back and shut. His body caved in like the monster was draining a capri sun, liquefied guts spilled into the creature’s mouth and some dripping down its chin. It finally pulled off when Evan was hollowed out.

It turned in my direction, his triangular mouth filled with rows and rows of spines that never seemed to end. Its tiny eyes blinked, and so did I… and then there was Paul, standing in front of me, looking entirely normal except for being soaked head to toe in blood.

“Parker?” He said, so softly, sounding so surprised. It jerked me out of my shock.

I slammed the door and ran for it. I barely got to the living room before the back of my shirt was grabbed, sending me flying onto my ass.

“Parker, dammit, wait a second!”

I looked up, expecting to see that thing instead of my brother. But it was Paul, out of breath and looking like a genuine serial killer.

“Christ, you know how hard it is to run just after you’ve had a big meal?”

I thought I was going to die. I wanted to beg for my life, remind him he was my brother, that he didn’t have to hurt me. But I didn’t have to say any of these things.

Paul crouched down next to me, brushing his red stained hand against my cheek. I flinched, something he didn’t miss judging by the hurt in his eyes.

“I wanted to tell you. But then there’s just so much more to explain, and I just… I just didn’t know where to start. I just wanted to say sorry for what I almost did to you as a kid, so I figured, why not give you something? Something to show I didn’t want to hurt you?”

I swallowed, telling my legs to crawl backwards and away from this blood soaked maniac but I couldn’t move. I was frozen. “What are you?” I asked.

“My father’s child. A son of Beleven.” Paul shook his head, tears welling up in the eyes that looked just like mine. “I’m so sorry, Parker. Back then I was so, so hungry, all of the time. And I just couldn’t stop myself, I couldn’t. And those dickwads in there? The world’s better with a few bullies gone from it, and this way, I won’t lash out at someone else. Someone like you and Paige.”

I shook my head. “You killed them…” I glanced to that room, where three classmates were still hanging like meat in a freezer, “You just killed them.”

“I did,” Paul nodded and I think I saw what my father saw so many years ago, that apathy for human life. “I did, and I did it for you.”

I finally ran. I finally got my stupid legs moving and I fled that apartment, and Paul didn’t try to stop me.

When I got home, my parents were waiting for me on the front porch. I hadn’t brought my cellphone, stupid, I know. They thought I’d gotten myself killed.

I just hid in my room. I didn’t tell them that I was sorry. That they were right all along. I didn’t think I needed to.

Since then, my parents have divorced. I stay with Mom most of the time, Paige stays with dad. We don’t see each other except at school or during holidays when we sneak away from our respective guardian. It’s rough, but we get by. I’ve never told her entirely what I saw that night, only that our parents were right all along and that we needed to stay the hell away from Paul. I sold the car, Paige gave away the laptop. One by one, we got rid of his gifts.

Paul’s just… gone. After Evan and two of his friends were reported missing, his apartment was vacated, he left without a word or a goodbye. The bodies were never found. I don’t know if Paul just ate the rest or dumped them somewhere where they can’t be found. I don’t know. The nightmares from that night are neverending though, the images of Evan just hanging there, letting Paul drain the life out of him without a fight flash before my eyes. Needless to say, I’m a bit of an insomniac.

Why has this all come up now?

Well… because I got a welcome letter for a job I never applied for. Alongside the letter is that picture we took at Six Flags, with the words ‘I’m waiting for you’ written on the back. It wasn’t signed, but I have a feeling who applied for me and who’s the one waiting there. So I’ll be accepting the position.

Next summer, it looks like I’m going to be a counselor at Camp Golden Oak.

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She Ain't Gotta Do Much - 13

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: M WC: 2576

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Kristoff drove Enzo home on Friday at noon, knocking off early after another hard week. They all had the weekend off, which Kristoff sorely needed. He hated working twelve brutally long days in a row.

He knew Sven was doing as much as he could, but he was starting to feel a little resentment that work was kicking his ass and Sven’s days ended about six hours before his. Which was why he told Sven he’d be knocking off early. If his friend would have protested, he would have gotten an earful, but Sven was understanding.

The new third-year, Zach, had a lot to do with Kristoff being able to fuck off work early. The kid – well, not so much a kid but still a couple years younger than Kristoff – showed up bright and early Monday morning and worked so hard that they got more than caught up to where they needed to be on the deli. Which greatly alleviated the stress about that job.

If only he could ease the stress over all the other jobs.

When Sven sent off the pricing Monday morning to the three jobs he’d looked at, all three got back to him within a day or two saying they wanted to go ahead. And of the six interviews Sven had over the week, only three of them worked out and were hired. One was starting after the weekend but the other two needed to give their two-week notice at their current jobs. Sven had more resumes he promised to call that afternoon and set up as many interviews as possible.

Then there were the other jobs Sven went to look at over the week. He worked hard on the pricing for them and would be sending those out the following week as well.

Three upcoming jobs right away, finishing the deli, and another three potential jobs coming in on top of the boutique and the hair salon that was slotted in for the beginning of the new year. And not enough employees yet to come close to being able to handle it all.

Not only that, the fucking phone just kept ringing for more quotes.

All week long he felt himself being distant, standoffish, and sleeping incredibly poorly despite how tired he was. He never lashed out at Anna, ever, but he knew damn well she wanted to talk and hang out with him and be intimate, and he was just too exhausted and too damn busy. It was like all he did was work and sleep. Actually, that pretty much was his life currently, and he was miserable.

He’d gotten short with Zach and Enzo a few times. Zach was unbothered by it, but Enzo looked a little shocked. Kristoff took a few minutes to calm himself down and apologized to the boys. They were both understanding.

When he got home, Kristoff went to the shower immediately and relished in the heat until he emptied all the hot water out of the tank. He dressed and planned to go to the grocery store so that he could make him and Anna a nice dinner, when his phone rang. It was Sven.

“Hey,” Kristoff answered.

“Hey. I got two interviews set up this afternoon, a couple on the weekend and hopefully I can get more in for next week.”

“Are any of them experienced?” They were in desperate need of experienced guys.

Sven hesitated. “Just one J-man.”

“Fuck.” Kristoff sighed. “The others?”

“Mostly first year. One is a second.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers. “What timeline are we giving to those jobs then?”

It was Sven’s turn to sigh. “They are all wanting to proceed right away so we have about a week, give or take, to organize getting people on them.”

Kristoff sat heavily in a chair at his kitchen table. All of the sudden he felt like crying. It was strange.

“Listen, Kris, that outline you and Anna worked out was great. But I think neither of us thought that we’d get this much business right away. I… I’m kind of at a loss on what to do here.”

Swallowing down the lump in his throat, Kristoff said, “Me too. I’m so tired I can’t even think straight and I don’t know what to do either. I mean, do we start turning down jobs? Giving timelines we most likely can’t meet? I…” He stopped talking. He truly didn’t know what to say.

“Well, Anna’s going to start on Monday, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, I’ll phone that insurance company back and tell them we can start on Monday. It’s the smallest job. I’ll pull Zach off the deli to work with me.”

Kristoff’s brow furrowed. “You can’t be on the tools yet, can you?”

“I dunno. Got a doctor appointment next week Wednesday to tell me, but I don’t necessarily have to be on the tools. I can tell Zach what to do, he pretty much knows what he’s doing. Then you can have Dean.”

He shook his head, too tired to remember much of what Sven had said about the three guys he’d hired. “He’s first year?”

“No, he’s the second year. The other two guys, Jason and Taylor, they’re first years.”

“When do they start again?”

“Jason is ready to start not this Monday but next, and I’ll double check with that Taylor kid when his first day will be but it’ll be the week after next too.”

Kristoff was struggling to remember all of this and keep everything else straight. Maybe it would be a good idea to have Sven on sites helping out with their lack of being able to find foremen to handle it for them.

“There’s something else I wanted to talk to you about,” Sven said at his silence.

Kristoff closed his eyes and put his free palm over his face, thumb and fingers squeezing his temples. The odd urge to cry was back. Having this much stress wasn’t good for his body. He wondered how long he could continue like this before he broke down. Part of him suddenly wanted to be done with it all. Fuck growing the business. They could turn down all the jobs and he could just do small things by himself until Sven was back on the tools. Then things could go back to the way they were. Sure, there were some jobs they had to work late on to get done, but nothing like the last couple of weeks had been on Kristoff. He’d been working close to a hundred hours a week. He wanted his life back.

“You fall asleep, man?”

He sniffed, eyes burning, and cleared his throat. “I’m here.” He managed to keep the emotion off his voice.

“I was trying to keep myself busy so I prepped the payroll for Anna next week and I was thinking that you should be on a foreman rate. I was going to do it anyway and not mention it, but since that’s a business decision I figured I better run it by you.”

Kristoff stared blankly at his kitchen, eyes stinging, throat tight. “What about you?”

“I’m going to stay on J-man rate for now. You are pulling so many more hours than me right now its ridiculous. And I want you to know that I’ve been tracking my hours too, not just giving myself full days pay because I do have a lot of downtime where I don’t have anything to do.”

A tear rolled down his cheek. “I don’t care about my hourly rate, Sven. I can’t keep doing this. I can’t work this much.”

“I know. And I feel like the worst friend in the world that you’re killing yourself to try and keep us a float while my stupid body heals. That’s why I will be on a site on Monday. I feel fine, I am sure I can handle smaller things until I get the official okay from the doc next week.”

Kristoff wanted to hang up. His nose was starting to run and he did not want Sven to know that he was crying. “Just leave my rate for now. I’ll have so many overtime hours anyway.”

Sven was silent on the other end of the line and Kristoff knew right away that his voice sounded as choked as he felt, and Sven damn well knew he was crying. Finally, he said, “Hey, I’ve got a call coming through, I’ll call you back later, okay?”

“Kay.” Kristoff hung up and cried harder, burying his face in his hands and letting all the stress come out in his tears.

*****

Anna was given a wonderful send off luncheon by her team, catered by non other than Tony, and as always, it was delicious. All the well-wishes warmed her heart, and she was emotional throughout it all. None more so than when everyone encouraged her to head home early and she packed up the very last of her things and took a final elevator ride down to her car.

Her mind was consumed with happiness to be moving onto a new chapter with Kristoff, and yet also an unease about how things were going. Sven was keeping her updated since Kristoff was basically working morning to night and it was worrisome that they were getting more work than they had people to do it. None of them had anticipated upping their visibility on google would have made this much of a difference.

But Anna was bound and determined to work her ass off to help the guys figure it all out.

She got home and was surprised and delighted to see the work van parked on the street. That meant Kristoff was home early. Anna had been greatly missing him. If felt like she barely saw him, even if she did swing by the deli every day on her way home from the office and she did stay up to wait for him before they went to bed, which in reality, was basically bidding each other a good night and falling asleep.

With a smile, she let herself in, kicked off her shoes and went to find Kristoff. She walked into the kitchen and found him, suddenly alarmed to see that he was sobbing.

Her heart dropped into her stomach and she rushed over to him. “Kristoff, what’s wrong?”

He took one hand off his face for a second indicating that he wanted her to give him a minute and then put it back, sniffling and breathing deep to calm himself down. Anna just watched, in agony over what had brought on such emotion.

“Sorry,” he mumbled as his palms and fingers whipped away the dampness from his face.

“Don’t ever day sorry for that, Kristoff,” Anna said softly, taking a seat in the chair beside him and turning it to face him. She was starting to get the impression this was from being overtired than anything ‘bad’ that had happened. “It’s okay. I’m here if you want to talk.”

He nodded, looking at her with red, wet eyes. “Just stressed,” he croaked.

Anna immediately understood where he was coming from. She reached out and took his palms in hers, still damp from the tears he’d wiped from his face. “Do you want to talk about it, or do you want to be distracted?”

He stared at her a moment, processing, then he sniffed and gave her a small confused half smile. “What?”

“It’s something I learned in seminar once. When someone is upset, it helps to ask that to understand where they are coming from and what they need to feel better.”

His face relaxing into the soft loving expression he nearly constantly had for her. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

She smiled. “So, what’s it going to be?”

He seemed to think about it for a moment. “Distracted now and talk later?”

Anna nodded and stood, pulling him up with her and leading him down towards the bedroom. She knew exactly how to distract him.

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Kristoff finally relented to Anna’s refusal of his reciprocation, no matter how much he said he wanted to do it. This wasn’t about her, despite how much her sexual drive was screaming at her to let him. Now it was time for him to talk so he could get it all off his chest.

And talk he did. He said more to her in the hour they spent laying in bed than he had been able to in the past two weeks with all the hours he’d been working. He told her everything, even down to the selfish deep-seated resentment he had felt briefly towards Sven. And Anna understood all of his feelings.

It seemed like he felt so much lighter after getting it all out, that when he offered again to pleasure Anna with his mischievous smirk, she let him. He took his time, edging her closer and closer, and it was the most intense orgasm she’d had yet. Then they had some very satisfying sex.

Since neither of them felt like going to the store to get something to cook, they ordered in some Chinese food and ate it in the living room watching TV. Sven called Kristoff a short time later and Anna remained on the couch while he went into the kitchen to talk.

When he wandered back in and sat down beside her, he told her that Sven hired the two guys he’d interviewed that afternoon and was hopeful over the other couple of interviews he had tomorrow. One was a Journeyman, which they sorely needed.

As much as she knew he didn’t want to, Kristoff had decided to ditch his two days off and was going in to work over the weekend in an attempt to get Tony back his deli before the deadline so that he could take some of the new guys and start on one of the other jobs they’d gotten. Anna was determined to go with him to do whatever she could, and it had taken a bit of convincing before he finally relented. She could tell that he was worried about dragging her down to the place he’d been in for the past couple of weeks, but to Anna, it was just wanting to be near him and helping him out, even if they’d be busy working instead of doing something fun.

They talked for a while longer before Kristoff started yawning and Anna dragged him to bed. Naturally, he fell asleep almost instantly as his head hit the pillow. Anna remained awake, starting at his beautiful sleeping face, gently illuminated from the moonlight coming in through the dark curtains that weren’t quite closed in the middle.

Her heart ached for him. The only other time she’d seem him so emotional was when he got the call that Sven was fighting for his life in the hospital. She was confident that things were going to get better for them, but part of her was genuinely become as worried as Kristoff nearly constantly looked in the last while. Even though they all had good ideas and intentions on growing the business, none of them exactly had done it before. Without a road map, they were forced to forge their own way ahead.

And Anna was bound and determined to do as much as she was able in the office to help the guys out.

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Flawless

Hi lovelies💛,

the second issue of the 'Housewarming' series pays tribute to my Gemini king brother Ryota☀️, due to a kind request which I am happy to comply with (because i love you and you deserve all).

Don't tell Aominecchi, but how adorable is Kise? 😇💝

Not to mention how talented he is!

Is there anything he's not good at?

For this story I was inspired by a misadventure that happened to yours truly, which ended in a much less amusing way, alas! 🤦‍♀️

📮Comments, criticism, sharing and like are so appreciated!📮

Follow the #knbhousewarming or #housewarmingbyvesper to find all the entries, or just ask for a tag I'd be glad to add you.

Who's gonna be next? (🎎hint: He's charming, polite, a true prince. If it's the right one obvs).

Thanks to the lovely reader that Dm me to request it, hope you'll find it interesting.

Love always,

💋PS: If any of you amazing authors would like to contribute with original work to this series, that would be a dream for me. Please send me the link and tag me so I won't miss any stories, and use the #knbhousewarming , as the platform sometimes gets crazy.

💣PPS: I apologize in advance for any grammatical and/or spelling mistakes, English is not my first language (bear with me!).

➿Genre: fluff, slice of life, one shot.

🏡 Housewarming Masterlist🏡

Ota district, Tokyo.

Wednesday 2.10 p.m. (ET+13)

A sunny May afternoon.

Your life had changed, since he had moved into the small family-run apartment building complex you had always called home.

Your friends and acquaintances couldn't wait to plan evenings at your place, found any excuse to come and say hello at odd hours, and had become as affectionate as awkward, since that blond angel had taken up residence in the flat above yours.

After all, you and your ordinary life could never have had the same attractiveness as the dazzling light his name implies.

Ryota Kise was not only a nationally renowned athlete, but had been a famous model, until he had left droves of whimpering admirers at the announcement of his retirement from the scene, to focus on his aviation career.

How could anyone be so flawless?

Where was the blemish in that blaze of perfection?

Being self-loathing, you thought to yourself, until the evening of the condo meeting came, he showed up smiling and polite, bringing treats and delicious food for everyone, amiably talking to people and dispensing smiles and thanks for the warm welcome.

Needless to say, the jewelled ladies of your floor were already doting on him, feeling a lethal mix of maternal affection and adolescent crush, by which they were reporting you his every move in detail, especially those involving the female sex; perhaps forgetting that you could hear who was in the newcomer's house, just by sitting at the kitchen table for lunch.

In the six weeks leading up to that day, however, the idol of the building had led a particularly boring life, punctuated by intense work shifts and moderate physical activity, that allowed you to meet him casually in the building's lobby, and just as casually exchange small kindnesses and superficial remarks.

No romantic nights, no suspicious movements, as confirmed even by the ladies on the first floor. The only exception is that random Saturday a month, when his flat would turn into the den of basketball fanatics. Before your eyes parade a row of top-tier hunks, his friends, who just like him, were unaware of the jolt of lust they were giving the whole building.

On the other hand, your friends competed to guess on which Saturday that masculine display of wonder would appear, the jewelled ladies booked hairdressers and freshened up their most flamboyant outfits, so as not to be outdone.

And then there was you, who as ever, didn't know what to do.

"Are you stupid? Take those ten steps and ask them for sugar and offer him everything!" was the solution that was repeated to you over and over again, like the refrain of a bad summer song.

A song you didn't even know how to play.

Ryota sighed, because it always ended like this.

"Come on man, you know I only get 10 days off a month!" he snorted, because Daiki may have become an adult, but he still has the same urge to torment him, that he had in Teiko days. "What do you want in return? A dinner at Hatsune Sushi? A date with a hostess?" he huffs, trying to convince him to join for a one-on-one over the weekend.

He looked at the laundry basket and while listening to his pal's bitching, decided to throw some stuff in the washing machine. He adds the soap that slips out of his hands, but it doesn't matter, he likes his clothes soft and scented .

He pressed the start button and was ready to process that wacky request.

"WHAT? My flatmate neighbour? I know she's hella cute, but how am I supposed to introduce her to you, if she barely says hello to me?" he asks, catching his friend's cheeky laugh in response.

He gives in, because he's too tired to lose any more precious minutes of sleep, says goodbye to his mate, and heading for the bedroom, quickly undresses and throws himself in his underwear on his very soft bed, with its fresh crisp cotton sheets, cuddled by the warm light filtering through the window.

He sinks his face into the pillow and smiles, because Aominecchi is always the same jerk, but he has good taste, indeed. Too bad, you were such a difficult aim to achieve, even for small talking.

In those few chance encounters on the common stairs, you always declined his help, even when the shopping bags were obviously too heavy for you. Maybe it was your way of telling him to keep his distance, maybe you saw something in him that turned you off, maybe....

He huffs and turns on his back.

He looks up at the ceiling, at the light grey wall and at his cacti collection, waving happily at him from their sunny shelf by the window, and he begins to wonder.

He wonders if you like cacti.

He wonders what type you are, actually.

All he knew was that he was incredibly attracted to you, to that slightly wistful air, and to your gracefulness in moving your little body. He loved to watch the sway of your hips, as he followed you up the stairs, but somehow he felt he needed to know more, much more about you.

What you like to sing in the shower, what you like to talk about, if you would like to sleep in someone's arms, because he would like to be that someone so badly.

You are physically under his feet and yet he is the one who feels crushed.

And now Daiki comes along with his teasing demand.

He closes his eyes and tells himself that he will find a solution later, because now he's really too drowsy, and the sound of the washing machine in the background, with its monotonous rhythm, takes him to dreamland.

You take a sip of coffee, you're drinking it down because you don't feel like going back to those damn accounting sheets. Columns of numbers, fees for which your clients will complain and you will obviously have to put on a good face.

But there is something else that bothers you.

A background noise, low but constant, like a ticking clock that loses its rhythm, a noise that you have never heard before, and that probably doesn't even exist.

You get up and go to the bathroom to freshen up your face, you look in the mirror and from the reflected image you see that something is wrong. From the ceiling a large damp cloud is causing a trickle of water to drip down the wall, which has already become a puddle on the floor tiles. You close your eyes, rub them with your hand and open them again, because it might be all a fantasy, but unfortunately the image does not change. You rush out of the bathroom, out of your apartment, run up the stairs and ring his doorbell, but no one answers.

You knock hard against the dark wood until your knuckles ache, and after a few seconds the door opens and you find yourself in front of the most handsome man you have ever seen, dressed only in his underwear, with an expression resulting from a deep sleep that has been interrupted by your urgency.

"What's going on?" he tells you in a semi aware state, dragging out the words, his voice hoarse from sleep sends your imagination into overdrive. You look straight at his fuzzy, sultry, deep eyes trying to ignore his broad shoulders, his perfect collarbones, his sculpted pectorals from which, like a road to paradise, the gaze is taken to his tight abdomen. He’s wrinkling his hair and then brings the same hand to his sculpted tummy casually, as snaps you a puzzled look, while with the other hand he opens fully the front door, in a silent invitation to enter.

"The bathroom " you stammer, blushing wildly as he turns his delicious back , showing you his whole powerful frame . You follow him inside that house full of light and plants, where the dark tones of the rough wood match the light grey tones of the walls and the touches of green of the foliage.

"Sure, you can use the bathroom " he smiles at you, oblivious to the fact that he is half naked and you are dressed in a pair of ridiculous house shorts and a T-shirt full of stars and hearts, that you yourself painted in junior high.

"I don't have to use it, but..." you try not to choke, thanking your lucky stars when you see him retrieve a white T-shirt from a chaise longue in the room he led you to, and put it on by sliding it elegantly over his shoulders.

"I don't think I understand " he tells you, shifting his attention to the most significant detail of the bathroom.

Foam, lots of foam.

A sea of foam and water everywhere, now that all the warning lights of the washing machine are on and flashing like bat-signals in the eternal night of Gotham City.

"Geez, now I see!" he continues, walking past you and recommend to move to his bedroom, worried that you might get wet and dirty. All done with that wonderful smile of his, which immediately puts you at ease and makes you catch the funniest part of that paradoxical situation. He stands tall and handsome, studying what needs to be done, biting his lower lip, not looking particularly worried or concerned.

"I can fly a plane but apparently I can't do laundry!" he mocks himself, beckoning you to the threshold of the room.

"All that perfection was just too much" you agree, smiling sweetly at him, and when he looks at you with his golden eyes, you feel that your heart is unlikely to belong to you again any soon.

He laughs, laughs like a child, as he dips his feet into that disaster and retrieves all the towels he has from the bathroom wardrobe, reaching towards the appliance and almost losing his balance, so much so, that you rush to his rescue, preventing him from a hard fall.

You find yourself huddled in the middle of that disaster, unsteady on your own feet, indifferent to the fact that someone should turn off that monster that keeps on regurgitating foam. It's just too bad that you start to like that situation, perhaps because pressed against him, with his strong arms around your waist, his snow-white skin and his eyes in yours, Ryota becomes more and more attractive.

"There's only one bright side to this whole thing " he informs you softly, bringing his long fingers to the nape of your neck to play slowly with your hair.

"That our baths will smell of Marseille soap for eternity?" you try to downplay, but he has such a tender expression on his face that you can't help but tremble, as he brings you closer to him, to confide a secret in your ear.

"You can't run away. This time I'm gonna get your attention, finally!" he whispers, leaving a kiss on your temple and then reaching out to do the same on your face, closing his soft and warm lips on yours.

In the midst of a sea of foam and water, lulled by the red lights of the washing machine's warning lights, you had never been so grateful that this blond angel , who had taken up residence in the flat above yours and had in a short time become the idol of the entire building, wasn’t flawless at all.

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aestheticvoyage2023 · 11 months

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Day 147b: Saturday May 27, 2023 - “Brew Crew”

Mama’s overnight in Milwaukee gave us a great excuse to get out of the house and follow her around the country for the first time. Its awesome if we can get the right rhythm down and open flights. I had about six hours to fill on the ground in Wisconsin and knowing William would need an afternoon nap at the zoo, I knew the perfect place to go land...the baseball game! To our luck, the Brewers were in town, and William’s answer to if he wanted a hot dog for lunch was an emphatic “Ayes Ayes!”

Parking at the old Miller Park is like going to a rock concert - its made for tailgaiting before the game in the huge parking lot. I love this style. Like Kansas City and even Dodger Stadium. As I got William organized to go, diaper change and all, a Security guy drove by in a blue golf cart truck mobile, which stole all of William’s attention and since we were in the very back of the big lot I took a shot and waved the man down to ask if he’d have any interest in taking us up towards the park. He saw the enthusiasm all over William’s face that we were approaching the fast, loud, blue guck. I was glad he saw it. He told us to hop in and hang on as he took the long way over into the empty lot where he could really “open it up for us” - William laughed and squealed the whole way. It was no doubt at all that on a day where he rode an airplane, a yellow bus, a train around a zoo, and even a minivan - riding in that cart was by far the best part of the whole damn. Signature moments. Soak em in - these are the days.

Well since we were really on a roll, I figured why not let William ride the escalator by himself too. He was full of confidence and trust and felt fearless so we stepped right up and on, like a really really big boy, gripping on to my middle finger tight. He loves escalators and up-er-downs (he’s going to love roller coasters), and so we made a big deal of it together to have him step on and off of all the escalators today - we’re in no hurry after all. We climbed those escalators way up into our seats, high above the bases, just like the Goodnight Baseball book. I had picked up two hot dogs on the way (assuming one for each of us), but my hungry, excited, big boy ate most of both of them, with lots of dippa. “Eat as much of it as you want - just leave my fingers out of it!” Baseball, Popcorn, and Hot Dogs - go together like 6,4,3.

I let him play in the Brewers play area with the other kids to burn some more energy as Corbin Burnes pitched to the Giants, down below. William smiled and drooled his way through every exciting new thing - climing on Bernie and the big baseball, going through the big cap, and the Chalet Side - each one followed by a shimmey or his signature hop-skip move. I made sure he knew, its ok to be a fan of any team, for a day - even the Cubs. And I have to admit the Brewers and this stadium really has something nice - a great vibe, unique stadium, fun fans, great radio. I first came here with William’s Mama 8 years ago and its always an interesting place for me, knowing that I almost lived here instead of St Louis and I like to think about how that would have been pretty great too. An old friend. And I thought about all of this, back in our seats, William sleeping on my belly as I drank a Leinenkugels in a 1-1 game that just seems to go by too fast. I sat and sang Take Me Out and Roll Out The Barrels in the seventh inning stretch, and William was unmoved. By the bottom of the 9th we’d collected our first Brewer’s Game certificate and joined the lower level crowd in hoping for a last ditch walk-off that would never come. The home team lost today and we never saw Bernie on the slide but either way, William puts his fifth notch in on his Major League Parks. You just never know - if he grows up to a Brewers fan, it will be nice to show him this.

Just the last balls and strikes came across, Mama texted and said she was at the hotel. She’d been working all day and was ready to see her boys. And it was great timing - I’d been working all day and need her extra pair of hands (and a hug). She helped us unpack the car, and reset before treating us to dinner at the Pub downstairs. Feeling pretty high of myself for pulling off a big bite of a day that included getting up while its still dark and pulling off a 3.5 hour full flight, I raised and downed the local High Life before asking for another. “You surprised I was able to pull off both the zoo and the baseball game?” I asked knowing that she knew exactly the answer I was looking for as William climbed on me from the booth behind us. I really gave it my all for that little boy today. Creating an experience for him, creating a rhythm to life and maybe a love of baseball or hippos. We toasted glass to our investment in this life with each other and our first time seeing Mama on an overnight. A very important and nice level up for us and this friendly town of Milwaukee will be one we’ll remember as the first - even if William cant.

Song: Wesley Schultz - If It Makes You Happy

Quote: "Anybody with ability can play in the big leagues. To last as long as I did with the skills I had, with the numbers I produced, was a triumph of the human spirit." ~Bob Uecker

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Saving Grace: Chapter Twelve

(Sorry I forgot to update here last week! I’m going to post 4 chapters today to catch up)

Steve and Grace are reunited and it feels so good.

The flight to D.C. left early, at six AM, which meant Grace had to be up and ready to leave the house at four. By the time Jarvis prompted her to get out of bed, she’d already been laying there with her eyes open for ages, too excited to actually sleep.

“What hotel are you staying at?” Tony asked as they drove the hour to LAX from their home in Malibu. “Did you give them my credit card?”

“Dad, I told you, I’m staying with Steve,” she knew he didn’t want to hear it, but maybe if she said it enough times he’d understand. “He said I can crash on his couch.”

“You know, Gracie, men that age, they’re only after one thing,” he carried on.

“Oh? What’s that?” She chuckled.

“Someone young and able-bodied to change their diapers and give them sponge baths as they slowly decline.” He stated it with full seriousness, which made her laugh even harder.

“He’s my friend and I wanted a chance to hang out with him, that’s all. And as a shrink, I wanted to make sure he’s adjusting all right to living on his own,” she lied. “He’s going to show me the sights, since I’ve never been to D.C. before. I’ll take in some history, see if there’s any work for S.H.I.E.L.D. I can bring back home with me, and just generally have a nice little vacation.”

“Last time I was in D.C. I was on trial,” Tony muttered. “But I guess I can see how it might appeal to some as a vacation destination.”

He dropped her off curbside at the airport, getting out of the car to pull her suitcase out of the trunk. Giving her a tight hug, he kissed her on the top of the head and sighed.

“Say hi to Capsicle for me,” he relinquished his hold on her. “And give Fury a little trouble, will you? Since I can’t do it myself.”

“Sure,” Grace laughed, pulling up the handle on her little rolling suitcase and adjusting the backpack on her shoulder. “Be good, Dad. I love you.”

“Love you too, kid,” he smiled, those soft brown eyes of his crinkling at the corners and lighting with joy.

Her sleepless night caught up with her on the plane and she slept for most of the five-hour flight. When they landed, she stopped in one of the terminal restrooms to check her appearance in the mirror. She had dressed casually, wearing tailored black jeans and a tee shirt with a print of cartoon corgis on it under a cozy black cardigan. She had wanted to dress up, but her dad would’ve asked questions she couldn’t answer honestly if she got too dolled up.

And besides, Steve doesn’t really care what I wear. He’s used to seeing me in everything from pajamas to dresses.

Weaving her way around other travelers moving with less conviction, she made her way to luggage claim, which is where Steve had said he’d meet her. Her heart hammered in her ears as she rode the escalator down to that level, her eyes scanning the room. When she spotted him, standing there with his hands in his jeans pockets, wearing a baseball cap with the NASA logo and a sky blue Henley under a navy blue jacket, she felt her heart flip-flop.

No one seemed to notice that Captain America was standing right there. With his hands in his pockets, his posture shrunk inward enough that no one paid him much attention and the hat helped to shield his identity, he looked like just any other guy.

A bright, uncontrollable smile lit Steve’s face when he caught sight of her, and he looked as though every worry in his life had vanished. As soon as she stepped off the escalator, he scooped her into his arms, her feet leaving the ground as he hugged her tightly. Grace threw her arms around his neck and buried her head in his shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of his skin, enjoying the familiar security of his arms.

“I knew you’d come,” he confessed with a grin as he finally set her to her feet. “Though there was a tiny fear in the back of my mind that Tony opened that sketchbook before you.”

“Oh my god, could you imagine?” Grace laughed. “He would’ve been suited up and at your door within the day.” She rolled her eyes and Steve let out a half-hearted, nervous chuckle. “I really missed you,” she watched a pleased blush creep across his cheeks.

“I missed you too,” he smiled. Someone hollered “Steve!” across the baggage claim, making his head pop up, but it was for someone else. “Come on, let’s get out of here before someone recognizes me,” he took her hand.

As they took the metro to his apartment, Steve caught her up on his new day to day life, the things he liked about the city. He carried her suitcase in one hand and held her hand in the other as they walked, chatting and laughing, the rest of the world forgotten as they made up for lost time. His new place was on a relatively quiet, tree-lined street full of old historic rowhomes. It seemed fitting for him, comfortable in its age, a bit artsy, definitely charming.

“It’s smaller than what you’re used to,” Steve warned as he turned the key and let her in. “But since it’s just me, I like it.”

He ushered her into a light-filled room, one whole wall full of windows that overlooked the street. It looked exactly like he’d drawn it, with their slouchy old leather couch, small tv, the tiny kitchen with no more than two square feet of counter space, and the little table and chairs that they’d shared so many meals and moments at together. Off to the other side was the bathroom and the open door to Steve’s bedroom, which held his simple bed with white sheets, made with military precision.

“I think it’s lovely,” Grace turned to face him and saw he’d taken his cap off. “You cut your hair,” she exclaimed in surprise and watched a flash of panic cross his face. It was a more modern look, a little more spiky, less fluffy, but it suited him. “It looks good,” she smiled and watched him relax again.

“Nat kept telling me I looked like a boy scout, which I gathered was bad, so I figured it was time for an update,” he chuckled, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it and his keys on a hook by the door. He plucked up her suitcase again and held it in one hand, shuffling into the living room. “So, you can take the bed. I know you don’t sleep well on a couch, so I’ll sleep out here.”

“Or,” Grace didn’t know how comfortable he would be with the proposition, but figured she’d give it a shot anyway, “we could both sleep in the bed and neither one of us will have to suffer on the couch.” She watched the tops of his ears go pink and he let out a laugh, eyes scrunching a little. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“No, it wouldn’t,” he shook his head. He kept his head down slightly, but glanced up at her, bashfully rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t want to presume—”

“Steve, I flew across the country to spend a week with you,” she pointed out.

“Yes, you did.” Setting her suitcase down, he stepped closer to her, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into his chest, grinning down at her. “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

“Please do,” she snickered.

Leaning down, he started slow, brushing his lips like a light whisper against hers. Grace shut her eyes happily and as he kissed her again, deeper, more passionately, she slipped her arms around his neck, holding him closer. Her fingers scratched lightly at the nape of his neck and into his hair. The hunger from their first kiss had only grown and he pressed his body to hers, kissing her until he finally, reluctantly, pulled back, both of them breathless.

“We should—” his brilliant blue eyes met hers, clearly hesitant, searching for a cue on what she wanted to do next.

“Mhmm,” Grace nodded. “Maybe go see the sights?”

With a nod and one final, lingering kiss, Steve stepped back and relinquished his hold on her hips. Grace watched him go as he plucked up her suitcase and took it to the bedroom. She couldn’t stop smiling, touching her fingertips to her lips, and admiring how nice he looked, even from the back in just jeans and a cotton shirt.

“Ready?” He came back into the room and she nodded. “Good.”

They took the metro to the National Mall. As they walked along, hand in hand, just another couple in the crowd, Steve asked her questions about the projects she was working on with her father’s company, down to minute details, endeavoring to understand all the fine details and beaming at the giddy excited way she bounced a little on the balls of her feet as she talked about it. He laughed as she told him about all the mischief she and Tony got up to together in his workshop. He told her what details he could about his work with S.H.I.E.L.D., running missions with Agent Romanoff, getting more into modern things. Their conversation was peppered with Steve pointing out the different monuments. They stopped at a local ice cream shop and got cones, rocky road for him, mint chip for her.

“I had to get my driver’s license,” he said off-handed as conversation shifted to upcoming elections, since they were in D.C. after all. “Had to take a driving test and everything.”

“Wait, didn’t you have a license before?” Grace eyed him suspiciously, finishing her cone. “The government couldn’t like, make an exception to just renew it?”

“I never got one before,” he shrugged.

They got back to his apartment and he fumbled for a moment with the keys. Grace took a deep breath, enjoying the air conditioning after being in the swampy humidity of the city.

“You seriously never got a license?” She thought about all the photos and news reels she’d seen of him driving different vehicles. “You drove trucks and motorcycles. You flew planes.”

“In the military, they give you training and a special license for whatever equipment they want you to drive,” he explained, hanging his keys on the hook while Grace turned on the lights. “Before the serum, I couldn’t even really see over the wheel of a car anyway, so…”

Grace cracked up and watched the slow smile creep over Steve’s lips and he let out a little snicker. She dropped to a seat on the couch.

“I wouldn’t have been able to eat that ice cream either,” he added, plopping down next to her. “I was allergic to pretty much everything.”

“Hmm,” Grace paused, squinting for a minute before she flashed him an impish smile, one that she knew she’d inherited from her dad, even before she met him. “What about latex?”

Steve sputtered, laughing, as his face turned bright red. He shook his head.

“I mean, I don’t want to be presumptuous,” she kept going, scooting a little closer to him. “But if you wanted to give it a try, we could.”

“I’m not sure what you’re suggesting is how I want to test if that particular allergy is gone,” he stated. “Do you want to be the one to call an ambulance for that sort of allergic reaction?”

Playfully, Grace shifted and climbed into Steve’s lap, sitting face to face, her hands on his shoulders. He grinned, looking up at her, and bit his bottom lip. Grabbing her hips, he held her close, giving her a little tug. She used her fingertips to scratch lightly into his hair, which made him shut his eyes and hum happily.

“If you’re willing to risk it,” she leaned in and pressed a whisper soft kiss to his lips, “I promise, I will call 911 if anything bad happens. But nothing bad is going to happen.”

He smiled into her kiss then deepened it.

“I won’t know what to do,” he pulled away from her, suddenly timid, gaze falling. “I’ve never—”

Grace hooked a finger under his chin and made him look up at her.

“Then you’ll just have to do exactly as I tell you,” she said with a smirk. “You can take orders, can’t you Captain?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he locked eyes with her and grinned.

He stood up, catching her off guard, but he kept her in his grasp as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He strode confidently to the bedroom, kissing her as he went, and kicked the door shut behind them with his heel.

Chapter 11

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Nothing To Everything

Ch. 1: The Beginning

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I have waited for this day my whole life, but right now sitting in the parking lot of the FBI headquarters in Quantico, I can't help but wonder if I should've gone about this a different way. I can't think about that right now; I just have to get through the initial shock then hopefully it'll go better. I get out of my car, fix my outfit and then head inside to the elevator and press the round "6" button. Once on the correct floor I keep my head down and go to Agent Hotchner's office.

"You must be Agent Ricci." Agent Hotchner greets me after I walk in with his head still in paperwork.

"Hi, yes please call me Isabella or Bella or Izzy." That's when Agent Hotchner finally looks up at me and does a double take.

"Oh, uhm yes ok. Sorry you just really look like one of our other agents, I almost thought he was in here with a wig on. Please call me Hotch." This isn't helping with my nerves. "If you follow me I'll start introducing you to the team starting with Agent Gideon.” Ok, now my heart is in my throat. I have to speak up before Hotch starts to lead me towards the door.

"Im guessing you saw my full name when you did my paperwork?" Agent Hotchner looks at me weirdly.

"No, I actually didn't, but it is in this file." He says while flipping open my file and his face does a little twitch that not everyone would notice when he sees my name.

"Isabella Gideon Ricci?" He chokes the middle name out connecting the dots.

"Yes, I'm Jason Gideon's daughter. He hasn't met me but I grew up knowing about him which inspired me to become a profiler. My mom has sent updates about me, including pictures, but I don't know if he ever opened them or even got them. So if you could just gauge the situation when we go into his office that would be amazing." I say all of that in one breath and feel like I'm going to pass out and it shows on my face. Hotch just slowly nods and leads me out of the door. The bullpen is full of people, most of whom are looking at me sizing me up once the initial shock wears off of my resemblance to my father. We walk a few steps and end up outside the office right next to Hotch's. He knocks on the door and waits until a voice on the other side tells us to come in. Hotch hesitantly opens the door and walks in before me.

"Gideon, this is our new agent Isabella Ricci." Just as Hotch was when I entered, Gideon has his head buried in paperwork.

"Hi..." Gideon lifts his head and I can't tell if he recognizes me or is just shocked by the resemblance. "Did... Did you say Ricci?" He is talking to Hotch but is staring at me.

"Yes, I'm Isabella Ricci." I try and sound confident, but I feel like a mouse.

"Ricci... as in Izzy? Izzy Ricci?" Gideon seems to be putting it together. I just nod in confirmation. Gideon starts to slowly get up out from behind his desk. I don't know what to expect so I'm just standing there, rigid.

"Your mom mentioned in her latest letter you were starting a new job, but didn't tell me it was here... that you were going to be my coworker." The two of us are just staring at each other processing everything as Hotch slipped out closing the door behind him.

"So you do read the updates mom sends you." I don't know how to feel about that. On one hand, at least he cared enough to continue reading all the updates, but on the other, he knew we were only a three and half hour drive. I mean mom and I drove that to visit family every holiday she had off work.

He was quiet for a moment before answering. "I did read them, I saved them too. They were all I had of you, even if they didn't start until you were six years old. I thought of driving to meet you numerous times. I always stopped myself because I didn't want the people I hunted in this job to use you against me. I figured you were better off not being associated with me." I waited a second before grinning and saying, "with what mom tells me about you, that amount of emotion from you is all I'm going to get for the rest of my life." Gideon smiled and went to sit back behind his desk as I went to leave.

I walk back to Hotch's office processing what just happened. I'll have to message my mom her update on how it went when I get the chance. I am about to knock on Hotch's door when it suddenly opens. He is just as surprised to see me as I am as to see him. "I was just going to come check on you...you should meet the other members." I can't tell for sure but I sense a little bit of concern in his tone. The big emotionless boss I've read about, concerned about a girl he met thirty minutes ago. I know the BAU is like a family, but I didn't think it was this fast. He ushered me into a third little office that was labeled "David Rossi" and introduced me,

"Rossi, this is our new agent, Agent Ricci." Rossi was an older dude, Italian, he looked comforting. Rossi turned his gaze to me. "Ahh another Italian, I like you already!" He smiled at me in a grandfatherly way and I knew he was going to be someone I would trust easier than the others.

"Please, call me Izzy." I replied with a smile as Hotch led me to the bullpen again. Once again, the rest of the team was staring at me.

"Can you introduce me to the rest of the team so they can stop gawking?" I purposefully said this on the louder side so the rest of the team could hear me. Hotch nodded and led me to the center of the bullpen where the others were gathers around one desk from talking about me. As I descend the stairs each and every other member of the BAU size me up. They all look from me to each other then back to me and all of a sudden I feel self conscious.

"This is our new Agent, Agent Ricci." Hotch does the formal introduction.

"Hi, please call me Izzy. And to clear up confusion from my looks, here's a summary. Gideon is my father, he didn't know I existed until I was six, you all just witnessed our first meeting, he didn't know I was joining the FBI so no he didn't help me get this job, I got this job because I put in the work and have a unique background." I tried to sound confident and badass, but they all just stared at me for too long. "Ok, I know I have some of Gideon's features but not enough to get gawked at like this, didn't you learn not to stare in kindergarten?"

They all seemed to snap out of their trance at the same time. The first person to speak up was a good looking male. "I'm SSA Derek Morgan and yes, we originally were staring because of the Gideon resemblance, but as soon as you stepped in the bullpen we noticed how good looking you are." I just stood there with my jaw on the floor. A blonde peppy looking female playfully smacked Morgan and then turned to me. "Don't mind Morgan, he is very forward with this topic. I'm Penelope Garcia FBI technical analyst." She had such a warmth about her that I instantly trusted her. Hotch took over and introduced the other agents as Jennifer Jareau, Dr. Spencer Reid, Dr. Tara Lewis, Luke Alvez and Emily Prentiss. Hotch pointed to a desk and said, "this will be your desk, go ahead and get setup. There is an email in your inbox with the paperwork you need to do to officially become a member of the BAU." Hotch turned to the rest of the team, "the rest of you get back to work too."

With that I sat down at my desk and took a second to catch my breath while the computer turned on. Social anxiety apparently doesn't care that those people are now my coworkers. My heart rate was increasing each second and that familiar pressure on my chest increased. The pressure kept increasing, more than usual, more than ever before. I got up abruptly and headed outside of the bullpen. The elevator happened to open when I got to the hallway so I entered and hit one, fresh air will help. I caught a glimpse of the bullpen when the elevator was shutting and saw my new coworkers looking at me confused. Once I was on the first floor I quickly went outside since everything had started feeling like it was collapsing in on me. One of the more annoying after effects of the trauma I've endured in my life. I focused on the potted flowers trying to calm down my body. Breathe in two three four, exhale two three four and repeat. I felt a little calmer and decided I would just push through the paperwork because then the day would be over. I went back up to the sixth floor and when I entered the bullpen I was once again feeling similar to what zoo animals feel like as I walked back to my desk and got to work.

This paperwork is entirely tedious and all is included in either my application or in the paperwork I already had to do. It didn't help that I could sense people taking turns looking at me. I finished the paperwork and submitted everything right as Hotch exited his office.

"Ricci have you finished the paperwork?" Hotch looked directly at me.

"I just hit submit on the last thing, sir." He nodded at me before saying, "good, then join us at the round table," he looked around the room, "we have a case."

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zeptos · 9 months

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hi. i just finished good omens. here are my (not very) immediate (because i had to take about two hours to recover) thoughts

i was at a friend’s house watching so i had to drive home. we watched two episodes every session (i Needed to drag it out that long otherwise it would destroy me) and i would always come out of it listening to some sort of happy little music that reminded me of the show. today i drove home, front windows all the way down, in the dark, in complete silence. there were crickets.

I ACTUALLY FEEL SO GOOD AND PROUD AND GLAD ABOUT NOT SEEING ANY SPOILERS!!! somehow i really care about this show That Much and i blocked everything, didn’t go on social media, checked with my eyes before reading something with my brain LIKE i didn’t wait four years for this all to be donezo

if i had seen the leak beforehand i would have ended it all

like me when jim and window.

SPEAKING OF JIM BRUH (i will speak about him later)

i was drawing a silly little picture of Them when i started watching this season. after six days i have not finished it and only have the lineart. I CANNOT DRAW THAT SILLY LITTLE PICTURE ANYMORE. LIKE. MENTALLY. NO i will just be in flames!!!

i will be going through the stages of grief for the next few days. i went through anger and bargaining and now i will be in depression (lucky for me i literally just upped my med dose LMAOOOOO)

this is just like falsettos

I’M REALLY GLAD ACTUALLY that nina and maggie are on pause!! like i was honestly pretty worried throughout the season that they’d just shove them together at a horrible time and i was quite sure

but now i’m thinking about it more and AAAAAAAAAA the parallels and all of their flaws…😭😭😭them and all their flaws……….IT’S NOT LIKE A PICTURESQUE PERFECT FAIRYTALE!!! THEY DON’T RECOGNIZE IT BECAUSE IT’S NOT A PICTURESQUE PERFECT FAIRYTALE!!!!!!!!!!! TALK TO EACH OTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh my god flaws bastille

i cried during The Scene and by that i mean a few tears came out before i held it in to be able to actually watch the rest of the episode and i demanded my friend and i rewatch the scene because i really REALLY NEEDED TO CRY AFTER THAT I WANTED TO SO BAD however my eyes became constipated and it just pressurized my head and neck 😔

I HAD LITERALLY JUST WATCHED THE COMMUNITY EPISODE WHERE TROY LEAVES TOO WHILE WORKING OUT THIS MORNING!!!!!!!!!!! horrible day for media consumption for me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AWFUL

unrelated but i *still* haven’t seen barbenheimer bc no one in my friend group can make a decisive plan (i <3 u guys tho) and i’m going to

need a rage room (diy bc those guys are way too expensive) because i am going insane

neil has ended me

neil needs to be convicted for mass murder

WHAT HAPPENED TO QUIET ROMANTIC SEASON

i actually really love LOVE LOVE how this season went…………..or at least ended…………….

i was scared that “quiet and romantic” meant nothing was going to happen and there would be no buildup to whatever “quiet and romantic” was and that would’ve broken me in a bad way

like i did not spend four years waiting just for tooth rotting fluff and heartstopper esque “suspense” (i’m so sorry i’ve never seen it this is probably so wrong) to tide us over until the next season where everything goes wrong again

I WANT THINGS TO GO WRONG ALL THE TIME. (AND THEN THEY MAKE THEM RIGHT THEY MAKE THEM RIGHT THEY MAKE THEM RIGHT PLEASE)

also the maggie thing!!

I ABSOLUTELY ADORE EVERYYYYY SINGLEEEE WRITING AND ACTING CHOICE IN THAT SCENE IT’S SO DELICIOUS OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD i would watch it for days and days and days I LOVE HOW SOMETHING AS SWEET AS A KISS BECOMES . SO. BITTER AND DESPAIR AND HATRED AND LOVE AND LOATHING AND AND AND THEY A. THEY ARE SO. I THINK DEEP DOWN HE MIGHTVE KNEW IT WAS HIS FINAL CHANCE…………………HIS ONLY CHANCE………………………………………………………

THE DISGUST THE BETRAYAL THE MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMGHGGHHGHGHGHG

also the lip touch. twitter user michael sheen was evil for that stunt he pulled (i only heard about it from another friend after i finished watching and immediately called them to scream) (i also sent a no-context message to that same friend saying something along the lines of “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” and they immediately clocked me “i see you’ve watched the final episode of good omens season 2”)

bottom line: tumblr user zeptos rediscovers that they just keep liking pain and suffering. please send help

crowley was simply entirely fanfiction. this entire season was just fanfiction. like i guess that makes sense given the everything about its creators. and also the premise of the whole show is basically fanfiction LOL both in trope and subject matter

I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT AT SOME POINT. CROWLEY FELL AND HE FELL SO HARD LIKE aziraphale was GIVING early on and then at some point he fell harder

i was looking at temporary red hair wax literally yesterday (for mcr reasons help………..) and now i feel like i . have to get it now i have to i just need to i need it

I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT AT SOME POINT. CROWLEY FELL AND HE FELL SO HARD LIKE aziraphale was GIVING early on and then at some point he fell harder

i was looking at temporary red hair wax literally yesterday (for mcr reasons help………..) and now i feel like i . have to get it now i have to i just need to i need it

eating my feet and the walls and biting aziraphale’s head off like broccoli and chewing it up and spitting it out in the little leaves . and also burning it i need to BURN SOMETHING

to think i was just happy about getting the rift in dragonvale earlier today

to think i was just normal earlier today

i was so happy dragging this out

i think i’m even more devastated

to think for the first few days i was going insane about the apology dance. the good old days. and then the next few days i was stressed about crowley shooting his husband.

tbh i thought it was a good enough love story the first season (arospec represent ig lmao) and i didn’t realize it could get EVEN MORE LOVEY. LIKE i did not know a love story could haunt you with love in so many ways I THOUGHT THEY’D ALREADY JUST BEEN MARRIED FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS IN SUCH A TRANSCENDENTAL WAY THAT THEY DIDN’T NEED ANYTHING ELSE AND THEY KNEW EACH OTHER SO WELL……………………………so how am i supposed to feel when they ACTUALLY DIDN’T REALLY COMMUNICATE AT ALL AND IT WASN’T JUST OKAY FOR IT TO BE UNSPOKEN AND ETERNAL AND THEY HAVE TO ACTUALLY WORK OUT THEIR PROBLEMS INSTEAD OF BREAKING UP A MILLION TIMES AND HAVING THE UNIVERSE WORK IT OUT FOR THEM AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHGHGHGHHHHH

…like how am i supposed to feel when they actually aren’t in some sort of magical relationship where everything can remain unspoken and everything is great. and instead they’re HAVING HUMAN FEELINGS PINING LIKE HUMANS MISUNDERSTANDING LIKE HUMANS FLAWED LIKE HUMANS

LIKE WHAT DO YOU MEAN they can’t just stay like that [read: whatever the hell they were for thousands fo years] forever and ever?? what do you MEAN they need to be Official??????? i expected BAIT and DELUSION and all i’m getting is REALNESS i’m so upset (not really)

when nina called maggie angel. MANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

i was keeping an angel count and i lost count

I DIDN’T REALIZE IT WAS ACTUALLY—

it feels like a totally different show than the first season. like not in a bad way just a Way

themes characters lack of newt/anathema sex scene idk

i wonder how adam is doing now

this is so dan and phil (joke i’ll kms now)

I CANNOT BELIEVE THEY HAD THE AUDACITY TO PUT LOVER BOY, A NOTABLE LACKING SONG FROM THE FIRST SEASON, SO EARLY ON OVER CROWLEY’S TRUDGE BACK TO AZIRAPHALE and then did T H A T

also not the “something terrible they’re going to do to me” being just. demoted lol are u serious

DID THE COFFEE DO ANYTHING???????? I AM SO BEGGING TO KNOW PLEASE LIKE it was so OMINOUS WHY

shout out to the canto feature i want to learn canto

SHOUT OUT TO THE FRENCH FEATURE LOL THAT WAS LITERALLY ME ON THE AP EXAM IT WAS SO AWFUL (and my experience after the ap exam was awful too lmao but no comment)

WAIT I NEED TO DO MY FRENCH STREAK RN HOLD ON

ok i did my french lesson one of the examples was “i love this tv show” and.

I LOVE JIM i hate gabriel.

seriously even through all the parallels i still am disgusted (half joking and like 10% real) (the other 40% is a mystery) (ineffable you could say) by the gabriel / beelzebub development 💀 PLEASE like it was so sudden to me but i think i may be slow and i also think (maybe hope) that there’s like. a more substantial reason behind this besides Suffering

WE NOTICED THE FLY FROM THE BEGINNING HEHE

in the predictions my friend and i made before watching s2e1, theirs came true in literally the first minute, and mine came true in e4………..before i realized today that there is a strong possibility i literally just saw a screencap of the thing i predicted (there being magic in the season) and co-opted it as my own idea. lawl

though i do also need to spend some time scrubbing through e5 to see if there actually was a ball—like physical ball like sports ball—in the episode

SCREW GABRIEL

neil.

i want donuts

there’s this chip (like hole type not food type) in between where my canine is connected to my bonded retainer and i’ve been fiddling with it the whole night and now i don’t think i’m going to be able to ever separate that again it’ll just be the Good Omens Season Two Chip forever and ever

and now i’m just so concerned over the wellbeing of everyone involved in the making of the show PLEASE I NEED MY SEASON THREE SO BAD STAY WILLING AND ABLE TO MAKE IT FOR ME PLEASE and also for yourselves i guess

i cannot do this

i was in a goofy fall out boy mood most of the day

well except for the planet bass mood i was in during like noon and seven minutes into e5 (someone said the word “danger”)

and also the air catcher / run and go mood i was in in the morning

i screamed a lot tried not to lose my voice

i had to GET UP OFF THE COUCH and start PACING that last episode

and also i ended up for the floor

and i ended up staying on the floor long after the episode finished

i was sweating so hard i did so much exercise and also had goosebumps from all that devastation

now i am a shell of a man.

i’m so tired

i am very glad that i missed the last half of my meeting today to go watch good omens. i’m obviously going to rewatch the meeting but like .yeah worth it

i’m so sleepy!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CROWLEY…………….HE’S JUST LIKE ME………………………….HE JUST LIKES SPACE AND PRETTY THINGS………………………………………ALL HE EVER DID WAS ASK QUESTIONS…………………………………………………..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

every piece of media i consume, i am incrementally more glad that it isn’t voltron legendary defender

also i opened up about taylor swift and brendon urie’s hit song ME! again i keep doing this JUST BECAUSE YOU THOUGHT IT WAS THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL IN APRIL 2019 DOESN’T MEAN YOU HAVE TO CONNECT IT TO EVERY SINGLE THING YOU DID OR CONSUMED IN 2019

speaking of 2019 i remember seeing the original trailer and thinking THIS IS CRINGE AND ALSO BAIT oh boy look where we are now!!!!!!!!!!

i’ll die

i’ll kms (both of these statements are false)

i don’t even know what to do anymore

jim was iconic and i’m sad to see him turn back into That Guy

although when i noticed the fly i was like BEELZ. something sus. erm but i thought it was like evil sus and i somehow didn’t get it the whole time. like why beelzebub wasn’t concerned WAIT IS THAT WHY HELL WAS LOOKING FOR HIM i need to rewatch. IMMEDIATELy

i am once again speaking about the kiss. i am once again speaking about the kiss. i am once again speaking about the kiss. i am once again speaking about the kiss. i am once again speaking about the kiss. i am once again sp—

the. the grhgrhgjdfdfhgfkj

i screamed so loud but no one heard a thing

adding to the playlist as we speak

throwing up at the whole gabriel beelzebub thing like yeah conceptually sure they’re fine but i’m still throwing up

alright i am looking in the mirror and the reflection does Not look like me so i think it is time for me to go (od omens) to sleep GOOD NIGHT. i will add to this if i think of anything else!!!!!!!!!!

NEVERMIND MY MIND JUST FLASHED BACK TO THE FINGER TOUCHING LIPS SHOT AN DI’M GOING INSANE AGAIN HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO US. HOW!!!!!!!!!

sometimes i wish it all was bait (no i do not)

the edits are already destroying me and i’ve only seen two so far

how the hell am i going to make art

i am

good omens

now i’m reading theories and i’ve discovered there’s an entire google docs theory based on magic GOOD NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!

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