#literally all I got done yesterday was finish LAST WEEK’s work for one of the websites I’m working for 😞

[its-time-to-write]

three times ‘cause i’ve waited my whole life

I am apparently incapable of writing anything short. This has no plot. I think the only warnings are like swearing and innuendo. It is literally just Jamie and the reader being in love. I cannot stress enough how little plot this has. Enjoy.

three times ‘cause I’ve waited my whole life It’s one of Richmond’s biggest games. They’re facing Man City on their turf, an away game, and it’s a big deal.

It’s not important in that it really matters to their status in the premier league, but important because it’s Man City. Jamie has thrown himself completely into training, so you rarely see him except to eat dinner and then fall asleep, his arms around your waist as you watch tv, fingers combing through his hair. He’s awake before you are, but as soon as you hear him switch on the bathroom light, you make your way downstairs to make him breakfast. The team nutritionist had a strict diet for him, one modified by Roy to account for all the extra training. You rub sleep from your eyes as you brew a pot of tea, waiting for Jamie to come downstairs.

Arms snake around you as you wait at the stove for the tea.“You don’t have to do this,” Jamie says, kissing your neck. You smile and reach back to him.

“I know,” you reply, “It’s just the only time I really get to see you.”

Jamie pulls away and turns you around. You see that he’s frowning.

“I haven’t been a good boyfriend recently, have I?” he asks.

You smile, lacing your arms around his neck. “Jamie. This is just a part of life. You have a big game, you disappear for a while, I miss you and I adjust. You finish, win or lose, and we’re back. I knew what I was signing up for.”

He puts his hands on your wrists. “Yeah, but, like, we’re supposed to be talking to each other and shit. And I’m so tired all the time that I can’t think of anything to say. I also’ve been a shit listener. Can’t even remember what we talked about yesterday.”

You sigh, move his hands back to your waist, and then reach up to smooth the furrow in his brow.

“Remember when I had all that extra work last month and ended up working 60 hours a week because of everything that had to be done? I was up late every night, and all you did was bring me food and kiss me, then you left me alone. I think the longest we were together was when you let me sit with my legs on your lap for two hours. I didn’t hear you complaining.”

“Yeah but-”

You cut him off: “Jamie. It’s just life right now. It’s not forever. It’s ok.”

He looks like he has more to say, but is interrupted by the kettle whistling. You give him a quick kiss and then point to his breakfast on the counter. You sit on the kitchen island while he eats, with your head on his shoulder until Roy comes.

—

Here’s the thing; no one knows you and Jamie are together. Sure, Roy knows. But Jamie loves Roy. Keeley knows. But Jamie said you’d love Keeley. (You did). Ted and Beard know, but only because they saw you two walking around the Richmond green late, late at night. (What they were doing on the Richmond green that late is beyond you, but hey). It wasn’t long after that that Jamie put a picture of you two up in his locker, so then all of AFC Richmond knew. But you weren’t public public. You had yet to show up in a tabloid or be seen with Jamie at a game or public event. You went to his games, absolutely, but you stayed in the stands, not the box.

He always got you a spot as close to the field as possible, but you would always meet up with Keeley and Rebecca after games to rendezvous somewhere else later. 

You don’t mind. It doesn’t feel like Jamie is ashamed of you, especially because the people he cares about know. But you also know that you can handle it, and if he wants to go public and kiss you in the stands after a win, you would be ok with that. (You might be more than ok with that).

But as it is, no one knows about you. He knows where you stand on it, so the ball’s in his court. It’s been a year of this, but you just wonder how long it’s going to last.

—

Finally, finally it’s the week of the game. You had been staying in Manchester with Jamie’s mum, which was absolutely terrifying at first. It was not your first time meeting her, just your first time staying with her without Jamie present. You left a day before the team, so when they arrived Jamie sneaked away to come visit. You are sitting in comfortable silence on his mum’s porch looking up at the night sky, when he turns to you and says, “do you love me?”

You’re taken a little aback. “What kind of question is that?” you say. “Of course I love you.”

Jamie’s forehead is all scrunched up again, like it was that early morning. “What if I fucked my leg so badly I could never play football again?”

You laugh. “Not sure if you’ve noticed babe, but I’m not really a big football person. I’m more of a you person, so I guess there’s some overlap.”

Jamie is still weirdly nervous. “What if I play football till I’m forty, and you barely see me like it’s been? What if I’m always on the road and always training and all we get are dinners and shitty 3am breakfasts?”

He’s removed his arm from your shoulders at this point and you shiver, puffing out a breath into the cold air. He notices without saying a word and drapes his jacket around you.

“Jamie,” you reply slowly, trying to formulate your thoughts, “where is this all coming from? You know I love you. We’ve been together for a year, and this has never been an issue before.” As you’re speaking, you’re seized by a sudden, terrible thought: “Are you breaking up with me?”

The words tumble out so fast, you’re not sure he hears you until he’s looking at you, aghast. 

“No, are you breaking up with me?”

“No!” you reply. “But you’re acting all weird, and we’ve been together for an entire year and that’s the longest you’ve dated anyone and I just thought that maybe this was your way of letting me know gently that you’re over me.”

Your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest.

Jamie breathes out a sigh of relief. “Oh. No. I’m not ending things. I want to be with you forever. I just get all freaked out in me head before games like this, and it’s been fuckin weird coming home, and I just want to win, you know, so that way all this time away is worth it.” He pulls you close to him again and you can feel his heartbeat slowing down to a normal pace, in sync with your own. 

You sit there till his mum comes out to remind him that it’s time to go get some rest, and it’s not until you’re half asleep in Jamie’s childhood bed that your mind replays his words:

I want to be with you forever.

—

It’s game day. You send Jamie a quick love you! text and then slip into your Jamie Tartt jersey. It’s from one of his old kits so it’s a little worn, but you always put it into his laundry pile so it comes out of the wash smelling like him. It’s not something anyone would notice, but you know, and it makes you smile. You get to be in the stands and know that Jamie Tartt loves you and you love him, and at the end of the day he’s the one you get to hold. You give yourself a shake, and open your phone to figure out where you’re meeting Keeley.

—

“And Richmond wins, 3-2 with a smashing goal by number 9 himself, Jamie Tartt!”

You’re screaming and jumping in the stands, overwhelmed by the fact that we won, we won, we won! The Richmond team are piling onto each other, Dani on Isaac’s back, Sam and Jan Maas jumping up and down like kids. You lose sight of Jamie in the mix.

“Well Arlo, it looks like Richmond has once again, exceeded all of our low expectations.”

“That’s right Chris, all thanks to Jamie Tartt’s brilliant goal. Looks like he’s having a good time celebrating with the Richmond lads. Wonder what they’ll get up to tonight? But what’s this? It looks like Tartt has broken away from his teammates and is running to the stands! He’s stopped in front of a fan and it looks like he is kissing a very lucky Richmond fan full on the mouth!”

“Have you ever been so caught up in a moment that you’ve made out with a stranger, Arlo?”

“Can’t say that I have, Chris. Can’t say that I have.”

It all happens so fast, that you don’t even know how to process it. One moment you can’t find Jamie and the next he is leaping over the stands, catching you in his arms, and kissing you in front of the whole stadium as if no one else is around. When you finally pull away, breathless, he takes your hand and helps you hop over the wall onto the pitch. Not usually allowed, but you suppose they’ll let it slide for football’s golden boy. AFC Richmond has caught up to Jamie, and you’re all on the field, screaming your heads off out of the sheer joy of winning.

—

“You’re coming tonight, yeah?” Isaac asks you as you wait for Jamie by the team bus. It’s the day after the Man City game, and you’re back in Richmond with a plan to hit the town yet again, as though the night before wasn’t enough for them. (You actually wouldn’t know, because you were in a very nice hotel room with a certain striker).

“Yeah, you know the only reason we invited him anywhere is in the hopes that you’ll finally be able come along,” Colin adds.

Any story of Richmond’s win had a somewhat fuzzy picture attached of Jamie kissing you in the stands with some variation of the title “Tartt’s mystery girl.”

You laugh. “Yes, we’ll be there. It’ll be nice to actually be out and about with you guys. Family dinners are fun, but there’s more to life.”

Once you found out that Jamie’s whole team knew you existed, you made him invite them over for dinner once a month. It’s one of your favorite things, especially because they all bring food to share. When it’s warm you do pool parties and when it’s cold you play bracket uno. It was nice to meet Jamie’s family, whether he’ll admit that’s what they are or not.

“You ready, babe?” Jamie asks as he slings his arm around you.

“BYE TED!” you yell. “Ok. Now I’m ready.”

— 

Sam closed his restaurant special for you all, and turned it into like a private club. You say like because it is, at its core, a restaurant. However, under Isaac’s supervision and creative design, he apparently has transformed Ola’s through rearranged furniture, dimmed lighting, and music into a place where AFC Richmond can celebrate their win without feeling crowded by strangers. You’re secretly grateful, because clubs are not really your scene. You’ll get all dressed up, sure, but you never know what to do with yourself once you’re there. 

Speaking of getting dressed up, you were feeling yourself. You had a light blue mini dress, with an asymmetrical neckline and a single puffed sleeve. It was more a-line than bodycon, but hey. You like a little bit of a twirl when you spin. Your absolute favorite part though was that you were wearing two-inch silver block heels, with straps around your ankles. The dress plus the shoes made your legs look magical. 

You and Jamie are in the bathroom getting ready, you fixing your makeup and him fixing his hair. He half-turns to you and points to his hair with a questioning look. “Lookin’ good,” you smile, and he smiles back.

“Oh, babe,” he says, tweaking his hair one final time, “I left my sunglasses back at the locker room, and I was wonderin’ if you’d be ok getting them with me before we head to the party? I just don’t want Bumbercatch stealing them.”

“Why would Bumbercatch steal them?” you ask.

Jamie shrugs. “Something about ‘no name, fair game.’ That’s how Jan Maas lost his favorite socks.” 

You shudder. Why Bumbercatch would want Jan Maas’ dirty old socks, you have no idea. They must be really amazing.

You reply, “Yeah sure, I hate being too early to things anyway,” as Jamie absentmindedly kisses you on the forehead with a “thanks babe,” as he heads downstairs.

—

You don’t live far from the Richmond pitch, so you’re walking across the dark parking lot in no time.

“Thanks for coming with me,” Jamie says.

He’s swinging your hands as you walk. He looks nice, the sleeves of his cream shirt rolled up. Nice pants, nice shoes. Nice ass. 

“Yeah, of course,” you say, momentarily distracted by the fact that this man is going to get laid tonight. 

“No, I mean you’re always down for what-fuckin-ever, and you just let things bounce off you. And you like me, for my personality for some fucking reason? And I think about you all the time, when I’m gone or when, like, I have early training with Roy. And you make laugh because you stopped being afraid to be yourself around me. I just like you. And I meant what I said the other day, I do want to be with you forever. Not to freak you out or whatever.”

He’s stopped right at the doors and he looks so uncomfortable and earnest in a way that you’ve never seen before.

“I’m not freaked out, Jaim,” you say. “I love you, and you know I’m in it to win it with you. Now, let’s get those sunglasses and for the love of god, please don’t act this weird tonight.”

This elicits a chuckle, and he nods in concession. “Alright. Let’s go.”

The halls are dark and quiet as you walk to the Richmond locker room. It smells clean, for once. Like lavender. There’s a faint glow coming from the doors and Jamie pushes open the doors to the most magical thing you have ever seen.

There are candles on the benches and twinkle lights strung across the lockers. There’s a bouquet of flowers in the middle of the room and as you turn to Jamie, awestuck look on your face, you see him kneeling behind you, small black box in hand.

“Jamie,” you say.

“Yes, love,” he replies.

“What are you doing.” It’s a statement, not a question, and it comes out more wobbly than you’d care to admit.

He cracks a smile. “Eh, I hope it’s pretty obvious what I’m doing.”

You can feel a fucking tear forming in your eye and you will it to go away. You refuse to have streaky foundation.

“Love of my life,” Jamie begins.

“Yes,” you say.

“Oi, you’ve gotta let me finish.”

“Right, sorry, as you were.” You think your face is going to split in half with the size of your smile.

He takes a breath then continues, “there’s no one else I’d rather have shitty 3am breakfasts with, no one else I’d rather beat at MarioKart, and no one else I’d rather do life with. Will you m-”

He’s cut of by you kissing him like you have never kissed him before. After a moment, he pulls away and asks, “Is that a yes?”

You can’t help it, the furrow in his brow gets you every time so you laugh and reply, “Of course it’s a yes, you dummy!”

Jamie smiles and then yells, “Lads, she said yes!” and the blinds go up from the coaches office as the entire AFC Richmond team storms into the locker room. Dani and Richard are spraying champagne in the air as people hug you and slap Jamie on the back. 

You find his hand amid the chaos and squeeze it. 

“Can’t believe I were so nervous about this,” he says into your ear.

“Can’t believe you think you beat me at MarioKart,” you respond.

“Oi, we are not getting into this again-”

“There’s only one way to settle this.”

Jamie looks at you, then to all your friends celebrating, then back to you. “Think they’ll even notice we’re gone?”

You shake my head. “Nah,” you say, “let’s get out of here.”

Jamie smiles at me as you slip through six different lynx scents out the door. “You’re going down, Mrs. Tartt.”

“Only one of us is going down tonight, Mr. Tartt, and I can assure you it is not me!”

“You can say that again.” Jamie sticks out his tongue and wiggles his eyebrows at you, and your laughter echoes up into the night sky.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt #ted lasso

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Could you do one about a honeymoon with gavi; just fluff

Honeymoon Bliss -P.G

Summary: After a wedding there's the honeymoon

“Señor y Señora Páez”

You were it. You officialy were la Señora Páez. You were married to the love of your life, Pablo.

With only 24hrs of marriage you knew you’d never get tired of being called by your new last name and it was even better hearing it fall from your, now, husband’s lips, introducing you as his wife to everyone.

You smiled again, walking side by side, hand in hand with Pablo as you both admired the beautiful Palawan, already making up plans to explore the whole Isle and it’s beauty while you guys were given a little tour from one of the guide of the hotel you were gonna stay in for a whole two weeks.

“Your suite” The man said with a loving smile, letting you both in

“Oh god” You let out admiring the beauty of it.

It had a top to bottom corridor glass door, which gave you the perfect view of the sea and the sand combined with some trees and nature. The room itself was big and modern with some wood furniture around; it had one big bathroom with a combination of white and brown colored tiles, TV, couch, a table for you both to eat outside and other inside, the bed was extremely big and perfectly done.

In one of the bedside table there was a small bouquet of flowers and some balloons that read ‘Newlyweds’ along with your wedding date and initials. So simple and yet so gorgeous. It was already the perfect place and perfect honeymoon you could ever imagine.

You smiled pointing the little fact to Pablo who smiled, kissing your cheek.

“Welcome and congratulations” The man said with a smile after finishing the little tour “Please, contact me or any of the staff members if you ever need anything”

“Muchas gracias” Pablo said nodding looking around “I think we’ll be good for now, though” He pulled you closer to him, pecking your lips

The man nodded smiling and left you alone in your suite. You hugged Pablo and kissed his left shoulder

“Thank you” You said softly with a smile

“You don’t need to thank me, amor” Pablo smiled back at you “You deserve it, I deserve it, we deserve it. It’s our time” He spoke softly looking directly into your eyes “Wanna lay down for a bit? We have been going around since we woke up, sleeping in an airplane isn’t the best thing and yesterday we didn’t batted a single eye” You smiled remembering the last night events

After the long lasting party, you went directly into your room and declared your love for each other for the first time as husband and wife. It was a bit rushed, full of excitement but still filled with love and passion, today, for a whole two weeks and for the rest of your lives, you had all the time for yourselves.

You took a deep breath, grabbing his hands that were at your waist and guiding him towards the bed with you, humming “Yes, we can sleep in for a while” You agree nodding, you turned you both around and pushed him into the bed, straddling him “But we’re not leaving this bed today” Pablo’s hands were at your waist and instantly smiled

“You read my mind, preciosa”  

… ... ...

It had been one week and five days since you’ve been here in your honeymoon and it was the best one weeks and five days of your life. Being close to your husband, spending time with him with zero stress and work, no social media and just being normal; you even joked that Pablo hasn’t furrowed his eyebrows ever since you both got here, of course he had to deny it.

“Yes, I have”

“Liar”

“I literally just did when that hijoe’puta was checking you out”

You had laughed hard at that before reassuring him, he was the only one you were interested in and pay him attention to.

There weren’t enough words to describe how wonderful everything was, both of you getting to know the Isle, the Filipino’s culture, a bit of their language and even their food that you’d definitely try to do back at home.

“I wish we could stay here for the rest of our lives” You said softly not wanting to interrupt the quiet atmosphere between the two of you. After a whole day swimming, being on a boat, walking around you decided it would be good to eat outside, your reasons leveled up when the tour guide mentioned a fire and cultural dance.

After eating the delicious dinner, you both headed towards the fire, watching the Filipino’s dance whilst also watching the beautiful surroundings.

“Sí, sería muy lindo” You heard Pablo speak into your jaw, leaving kisses there “We can if you want to” You hummed lightly leaning more into him.

“Tempting” You smiled and stayed in silence for a few seconds “But we love Barcelona way too much” Both of you laughed lightly

“Even if you don’t know how to speak Catalan properly?”

“Shhhh” You put your hand on top of his face feeling him laugh “Don’t say it too loudly, it’s my secret” He grabbed your hand and took it away from his face “I can understand it tho”

“¿Estás segura?”

“Cállate” He laughed

“I’m so fucking glad you married me” He spoke, hands caressing yours

 “Well… I didn’t had much of a choice, you know?” He squeezed you a bit letting out an ‘Oye’ “I’m kidding, I’m kidding” You giggled “I’m glad you married me too. I love it. I love you and I love us, I also love the fact we’re slowly progressing in our relationship, our lives together” You spoke turning around enough to face him

“I love it too” He said “Soy jodidamente suertudo en tenerte” You smiled “I’m lucky for you to choose me to be yours and I’m lucky that you to accept be mine, to be your husband, your life partner and your everything for the rest of our lives. You don’t have any idea of how much I love you and feel about you” You felt a few tears swell up to your eyes

“I do have an idea” You whispered “Because I feel the same way”

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[findmeintheferns]

your bestfriend’s roommate

(part two)

𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: you ignore your new dealer for a week, guilty about giving in to the way she made you feel. However, when your boyfriend betrays your trust, you find yourself running right back to her.

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰: dealer ellie/reader, smut, alcohol use, angst, not proof-read (yet), sorry it took so long lmao

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 2.3k

𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: ellie williams (TLOU) x reader

———

“You’re pathetic.” You huff, frowning at your reflection staring back at you in the mirror. It was 11:30pm on a Tuesday and you were drinking alone in your dorm. Today had sucked, well, technically yesterday. You hadn’t been feeling great in general, it had been a week since the incident with Ellie and you were trying to ignore the guilt that wouldn’t go away. She texted you a few times, but you didn’t reply, you didn’t even tell Dina what happened. Then on top of that, you failed an exam that was worth 50% of your final grade and spilt your iced coffee all down your favourite white dress (in front of a huge line of people waiting for their Starbucks). That wasn’t it though, no the real cherry on top was what happened once you got back to your room.

“Did you know that jellyfish are 95% water?” Dina stares at you, awaiting your response to her very important question. She was walking you back to your dorm in hopes that you would feel slightly less embarrassed about wearing a now brown & patchy dress.

“I was unaware” you reply, still facing the ground and kicking the occasional pebble.

“They don’t have a brain, or lungs, or a heart. They are literally blobs of fluid & muscle how fucking weird is that” she explains, clearly very worked up by this discovery.

“Thank you for this information Dina, I am now deeply disturbed”.

She giggles at your response and grabs your face so that her palms are squishing your cheeks, forcing you to be staring directly into her eyes.

“C’mon grumpy pants! It was one bad day and it’s nearly over; it can’t get much worse than this. If anyone can get through it, it’s you.”

You roll your eyes at her, but she knows deep down you’re grateful to have her as a friend. You could always count on her to cheer you up. You grab your keys and fumble to unlock the door, turning to Dina at the same time,

“We’re at my dorm which means we are binge watching the entire Twilight saga tonight.”

“Whatever will make you happy” she laughs, but it’s cut short by a loud gasp as soon as you finally open the door.

“What the actual fuck?!” you yell, unable to believe what’s happening right in front of you. Your boyfriend, completely naked, fucking the girl he told you not to worry about countless times, in your own goddamn room. Is this karma? It must be, although you stopped things with Ellie before it went this far.

“Get out. Oh my god, get fucking out! We are done Alex. So fucking done!!” you scream, most definitely causing a scene because you can hear the crowd of people gathering behind you desperately trying to figure out what had happened.

“Wait- no, y/n please I can explain-”

“You heard her. Get out.” Dina doesn’t let him finish his sentence, which is good because if you had to open your mouth again you would most likely just break down crying.

You were honestly surprised by how upset you were. You had been contemplating breaking up with him all week anyway. After that night with Ellie, you felt things Alex hadn’t made you feel your whole relationship, so that was a definitely a sign. At the end of the day though, you trusted him, this was betrayal you would never get over, which meant losing a friend.

So, yeah, a shitty day was an understatement. You asked Dina to leave right after it happened, you just wanted to be alone, but now that’s the last thing you want. You were done wallowing in self-pity, and you knew exactly where you were going to go. You didn’t text, you just stormed right out of your dorm and made your way down the hall. Dina was staying at Jesse’s tonight, so you didn’t have to worry about her. You do wish however that you had thought about the temperature before leaving your heated dorm. You were only wearing a little pair of pyjama shorts & a cropped tank top but fuck it, the bottle of straight vodka in your hand would warm you up soon enough. It didn’t take long to arrive at Ellie’s, you couldn’t help but feel a little nervous as you raised your hand to knock on the door. You knocked three times, but no answer. It took a solid 5 times before you heard an angry,

“What do you fucking want?”, which made you think maybe you should leave, but before you could she was standing right in front of you. Her face softened instantly, clearly not expecting it to be you at the door.

“Oh, y/n. Shit, sorry, didn’t mean to yell at you.” You watch as she takes in your appearance, her expression changing to what seemed to be concern. She saw the bottle, the lack of clothing and the tear-stained mascara trail that you had forgotten to remove from your cheeks.

“Hey, you okay?” she coos, moving closer to you. You honestly didn’t know how to reply because no, you weren’t okay, but you didn’t really feel like talking about it.

“Can I please just come in?” you sigh.

“Yeah of course, here” she moves towards you, pulling off her baggy sweater, “Arms up.”

You don’t want her to be cold, but you’re freezing and tired so you’re not really in a place to argue. You lift your arms up and she places the sweater on you, it smells exactly like her. Putting her hand on your waist she guides you inside to sit on her bed. You take a big gulp of your vodka, grimacing at the taste but kind of enjoying the burn.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” you ask.

By the look on her face, you could tell she wanted to grab that bottle right out of your hand and pour it down the sink, she just didn’t feel comfortable enough to yet.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” she replies.

You take another swig from the bottle, “because,” you frown “because I’ve seen you around school. I’ve seen you with other people. You’re not soft like this, you don’t take other people’s shit. You always look so tough. Plus, I’ve completely ghosted you this week.”

She moves closer to you, gently removing the bottle from your hand.

“Y/n,” She whispers, moving your hair behind your ear so it could no longer cover your face “What happened?”

You couldn’t help but fall into her touch, she was being so tender with you, which is all you could ask for right now.

“T’s so stupid I shouldn’t even care” you sob, burying your face into your hands.

“I won’t think its stupid, I promise.” She reassures.

You look up at her, she does look genuinely worried for someone who should hate you.

“I walked in on Alex, he was having sex with that girl I told you about, his best friend. On top of that it was in my bed too ugh, yuck.” You groan.

Ellie jumps up so quickly you barely notice it happen, “I’ll kill him.” She spits, gritting her teeth.

You laugh, “I wouldn’t object, but you forget I did basically the same thing first.”

Ellie didn’t find that statement very funny “I didn’t even fuck you!” She exclaims, “I mean, sorry, we didn’t take things that far. What a piece of shit. I’m sorry y/n.” She calms down and sits back beside you, clearly regretting her previous wording.

You couldn’t hide it anymore, you were drunk. I mean, it’s not like you were known for holding your alcohol well, but this was pretty bad even for you. You adjust so that you’re facing her, legs crossed.

“The thing is, I was going to break up with him anyway, I thought what I felt for him was normal, but maybe I never really did love him as more than a friend. It hurts more that I’ve lost someone I trusted.” You sigh.

Ellie looks at you, sort of puzzled.

“What I’m trying to say is,” you move your face closer to hers “You’ve made me feel things I didn’t think I could feel, things he never made me feel, in such a short time too. I want to know you, Ellie. I can’t stop thinking about you, no matter how hard I try.”

You didn’t have to say anything else because Ellie closed the gap between the two of you, placing her lips softly on yours. She moved her hand around your waist, pulling you onto her lap. You cupped her cheeks, wanting to be as close to her as possible. She was a really good kisser, much better than Alex ever had been. You tried to fasten the pace, but she continued to be delicate, gently stroking your thigh and making your stomach fill with butterflies. You pull away, admiring her features, “I need you, I want you to touch every part of me.”

“I know, and I will, but not right now. It wouldn’t be right, you’re drunk, remember?" She smiled.

As much as you wanted her, you couldn’t help but agree. The second you stopped distracting yourself with her touch you could feel how drowsy you were becoming. Ellie laughed at your sleepy expression, “Sleep here, that way you won’t have to deal with the gross memories back in your dorm.”

You don’t have the energy to do anything other than nod. She lifts you off her lap and lays down, gesturing for you to come lay on her chest. You wonder if she had every been this vulnerable and gentle with someone before. She pulls her blanket over the top of both of you and before you know it, you’re fast asleep with her arms wrapped around you, making you feel incredibly safe.

When you wake up the room is pitch black, it must be early in the morning. It takes you a moment to remember where you are, but the calloused fingers wrapped around your waist remind you. Ellie was still spooning you, her face nestled into your neck. You wished she was awake, because you’re not feeling so tired anymore. You push yourself back, pressing your ass against her. She was fast asleep, so you didn’t expect a reaction, but suddenly Ellie was gripping you tighter and grinding herself against you. This just turned you on more then you already were. You continued to grind, quickening the pace until you heard a low “fuck” slip out of Ellie’s mouth.

“You’re awake?” you ask quietly.

“Mhmm” she responds, still sleepy “How are you feeling?

Horny, you thought. Obviously, you weren’t about to say that out loud.

“Sober” you reply.

“Wonderful, that means I can do this.” Ellie rolls over so that she’s now on top of you, kissing your neck. She moves her way up so that your lips are connected. This kiss however was not like the one before, no this was much different. It was rougher, more desperate, like she had grown tired of restraining herself all night. You let out a moan as she sucks on your bottom lip, causing her to press her thigh between your legs.

“Can I fuck you?” she whispers softly into your ear.

“Please” you groan instantaneously.

Once Ellie knew it was okay, she helped you sit up, basically ripping off your tank top and shorts. You wanted her undressed too. You quickly pulled her shirt over her shoulders before she pressed you back down onto the bed. Ellie slipped her hand inside your panties, touching you in all the right places.

“So fucking wet for me.” She groaned, “This okay?”

You nod, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You have no idea what Alex was doing wrong because it had never felt this good before. She teases you, slowly pushing her fingers inside you but taking them out as soon as they filled you up. You push yourself down onto her fingers, whining, in hopes that she’ll fuck you, but she continues to tease.

“Poor princess, so desperate for me huh?” she smirks, “Don’t worry, I’ve got you. Gonna make you feel so good okay?”

She presses herself inside you again, but this time she stays there. She’s doing something with her fingers, you have no idea what it is, just that it feels fucking good. You kiss at her neck while she continues pushing herself deep inside you, dragging your nails down her back causing her to let out a loud groan. Ellie can’t take her eyes off you, seeing you so vulnerable, knowing she’s probably the only person who has made you feel this good.

“So pretty when I fuck you.” She mumbles, slightly out of breath.

You’re so close to falling over the edge, which quite frankly surprises you, because no one has ever made you cum before. You didn’t tell Ellie this though, you knew how cocky she would get, she’d never let it go. She pulls herself out from inside you and begins to quickly rub her fingers against your clit.

“I’m so close. Fuck.” You moan, drunk on how good she feels.

She leans down and whispers into your ear, “Good girl, cum for me. Just like that.”

This sends you over the edge and you cum harder than you’ve ever been able to make yourself. You bury yourself in Ellie’s neck, already sleepy again.

“I didn’t know it could feel like that” you whisper. Ellie just laughs, gesturing for you to roll over. She plays with your hair and kisses your back, it feels so heavenly that it isn’t long before you’re already asleep again, smiling to yourself.

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Tambourine

A/N: Oof, this is quite literally the dirtiest thing I have ever written. Like wow. I'm happy I got this out sooner than I thought! Anywho hope you guys enjoy it and let me know what you guys think.

Warnings: SMUT. 18+ content only. DNI if you are below 18.

Word Count: 14k+

Relationships are complicated. They can be incredibly fruitful and set you on cloud nine, but it was almost extremely rare that the experience would generate that outcome. In truth, every try was almost exactly the opposite of that which was why relationships were sour in your mind. They were not worth the time and effort if it was just going to end poorly. 

You had sworn them off after your last failed attempt. Instead choosing to focus on yourself, your schooling, and eventually, your career. Your friendships were the best thing in your life and you did not have difficulties befriending new people. 

Josh was one of those people. You had met him your first week of university and you two hit it off immediately. You were two peas in a pod, hardly being without the other. 

You were Josh’s biggest supporter with whatever decisions he chose to make, like dropping out of school to be in his brother's band full-time. Being his first fan meant being there for everything over the years and you wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

Which is why turning your relationship with him into a best friends with benefits situation was the stupidest thing you could have ever done. 

Another show had finished, but the boys' energy levels were high knowing they had a multiple day break in between shows. This meant going to any bar that would stay open long enough for them to get that adrenaline back down. 

His on stage presence followed him after a show until he would fall back into his normal self, but as he stood across the bar, playing a game of pool with his brothers, his gaze bore into yours. Your thighs subconsciously clenched at the look he sent you, setting your drink on the table, and looking at the single bathroom in the building before looking back at the boy. 

The smirk grew on his face as his thumb brushed along his bottom lip, subtly nodding as you excused yourself from the table you had been standing at, hastily making your way to the restroom. 

Warmth blossomed in your lower stomach knowing what was going to be taking place in the next few minutes. You entered first, ensuring to leave it unlocked, but faced the large, dingy mirror to double check your makeup was still intact from the long night. 

The heavy creek of the door echoed through the small space and when the familiar permed hair slid through the tight opening, he wasted no time pulling you towards him. His taste of whiskey and honey flooded your senses as his tongue swept across your own, a light moan escaping you at the motion. 

His hands spun you around, making you brace yourself on the sink as that smirk reappeared, connecting your eyes in the mirror as his hand traced down your spine to the curve of your ass, grabbing a handful as he spoke. 

“We need to be quick. I intentionally lost that game to get in here, but I play next,” your hands made quick work of pulling your jeans down as he palmed himself through his khaki shorts. His hand curled around your hair, grabbing it all with one fist and pulling it back to stand you up straight against his chest. 

Your eyes watched your reflection, seeing his shut as the tip of his nose brushed along your pulse point and inhaled. “New perfume, mama?” He murmured against your skin as you nodded in response. 

“Got it yesterday. Figured you’d like it,” his smirk grew against your neck before he gently nipped at the spot. His hand went to the back of your neck and pushed you back down as he released himself from the confines of his shorts. 

He quickly spit into his hand and ran it over your naked core, brows furrowing at how wet you already were as you waited for his next move. You greedily sank back onto his hand, craving his touch, begging for something more. 

“Needy tonight, mama? Sorry it can’t be more,” he sounded genuinely apologetic for a split second as he buried himself in your cunt. You inhaled sharply at the rough motion, eyes squeezing shut as his movements began immediately. 

Your moans mixed together, not worried about anyone hearing as the bar's music blasted through the building, but there was no sweeter sound than Josh’s panting and short breaths as he focused on getting you both to finish before anyone noticed you two were missing. 

There was simply no time for anything extra tonight, but you didn’t mind. This was rare when he wouldn’t be able to properly take care of you, always opting to wait to be able to take his time and worship you like how he swore you deserved. 

However, every once in a while it was just too much to handle and you both would need one another more than normal and would do it anywhere you could find a hiding spot. It was incredibly risky to be doing this so close to your group, but the chance of being caught made it so much better. 

Josh’s head fell back as his hand palmed your ass before pulling back and smacking it, eliciting a stronger moan from you. “Play with your clit for me, lovey,” you didn’t hesitate, fingers finding your bud and rushing fast circles over it, feeling yourself coming undone on him.

His face relaxed as his orgasm sent him dissolving into pleasure, you following seconds after. Neither of you moved for a moment afterwards as you caught your breath, but he pulled out and grabbed paper towels from the dispenser to wipe himself clean, not having many other options in the area you found yourself in.

When you went to grab some for yourself, he tsked at you and made you stop moving. He wet a few towels and sank down onto his haunches, placing a featherlight kiss on the top of your mound with a smile before gently wiping you clean. His cold fingers hooked into the loops on your pants and pulled them back up over your thighs as he stood.

As he appeared face to face with you, his hands cupped your cheeks and pulled you to meet him. Your lips danced with each other as your hands worked to zip your jeans and button them, doing the same for him as he continued his soft kisses on your face and neck. 

“Thank you, Joshy. Know you don’t like this, but I missed you,” he hummed as he kissed behind your ear, wrapping his arms around you and pressing you against himself. “I’ll take care of you more tomorrow. You’ll have my full attention. We can have the day together because I have no plans of being anywhere near my brothers. I want the day with you, okay?” 

Your hands tangled in his curls and nodded, rubbing your nose against his as his lips pushed against yours, turning you back towards the door. 

“You came in first, go,” as you slid out the door, you caught one last look of Josh and noticed the rosy tint that sat on the apples of his cheeks that flushed an entirely different way after he had just cum. Eyes that were heavy with lust, pupils blown out and looking entirely fucked. Lips swollen and kiss bitten, tongue constantly darting out to moisten them. Curled hair out of place and hanging on his forehead. 

He was gorgeous.

When you got back to your table, Jake’s gaze fell on you and watched as his brother appeared in the group a couple minutes later, eyes narrowing at his twin as he silently asked where he had been. 

Your palms grew sweaty as his brother’s eyes skirted across your features and leaned towards you. “Where were you at? You were gone for like twenty minutes,” you sipped your beer and leaned back towards him so he could hear you over the loud talking of the table and music. “I ran into someone I knew from work a long time ago. I got stuck talking with them,” he bought it quickly, nodding his head and rejoining the chatter.

A quick glance to Josh and he winked at you, knowing you had convinced his brother of your little white lie, hiding your rendezvous once again from everyone. 

After how long you two had been doing this, you would think over time it would be easier to hide it from everyone and close calls would lessen. That was wrong. If anything, it became more difficult and you despised lying to the people you were closest with, but it would only complicate things more than they already were. 

You just wanted it to be you and Josh for as long as possible and so far, it was working. Two years in and there hadn’t been any hiccups. Extremely close calls, sure, but no one knew yet and you wanted to keep it that way.

It was one of the rules. Rule number three to be exact and the most important of them all. 

Your purse and shoes were discarded by the front door as you hurried over to your record player and turned it on. Spinning on your heel as the music started flowing through the space, your eyes fell to him and smiled as you belted along to the words. 

It had been a long night, but you weren’t ready for it to end yet. You felt like you and Josh were on another level of connectivity tonight. On the same wavelength, having had a wonderful time at the party for the band. You two had been attached at the hip all night and you just didn’t want the night to come to a close sooner than absolutely necessary. 

Honestly, it was rare when you two weren’t, but tonight felt different. His hands held onto you every chance they could, your eyes searched for him whenever he wasn’t in your direct line of vision, and you two whispered silent jokes to each other that weren’t meant for others ears.

Sure, you had over indulged on some drinks, but everyone had. It was why he was in your hallway watching you move around the space with a blissed out smile on your face as your favorite song played in the background.

“Josh, Joshy! Will you sing to me?” You grinned at the boy as he stood in your kitchen, leaning against the counter as you danced around the living room to the soft music playing. 

He had made it his mission to get you home despite how drunk he himself was after the party you two had been at with his brothers and mutual friends, knowing you were far gone and needed to get home safe. 

His gaze softened on you at your request and immediately fell in with the singer, harmonizing in a captivating way that sent a chill down your spine. You made your way to him and laced his fingers with your own, pulling him from the kitchen and having him sway with you as he sang softly in your ear. 

You giggled as the song finished, looking at the boy in front of you and let your eyes work over his sharp features. You admired his freshly shaved jaw, the point of his nose, his large doe-like eyes, his unruly eyebrows, the plushness of his lips. 

You didn’t think as you leaned in and placed your own against his, just wanting to see how they would feel for a second. 

He didn’t hesitate to kiss you back for that fleeting moment, hand still holding yours, other palm pressed flat against your back. When you pulled back you smiled, teeth sinking into your lip as you made eye-contact with him. 

The gold flecks in his eyes were only visible this close to him and you felt yourself getting lost in them. “You’re very kissable, Joshy,” you whispered out after a beat. His smile grew, dimples showing at your words. 

“Yeah? Do it again, lovey,” your arms wrapped around his neck, Josh simply flooding all of your senses. Any sense of judgment for what was happening was out the window as you whimpered into his mouth, deepening the kiss. You simply did not care about the implications of what this would mean for tomorrow. 

In the moment, it was all Josh. 

Even the next morning when you woke up with a pounding headache, eyes stuck together from your mascara not having been washed off, a heavy arm strung over your waist, and a dull ache pulsing in between your legs. 

Your eyes went slightly wide as you turned your head and saw your best friend laid next to you as naked as the day he was born. “Shit,” you whispered out as you lightly moved from his grasp to go to the bathroom and have a moment to process what had just happened.

As the warm water pounded against your skin you groaned. Of course, you shouldn’t have done that, but my god Josh was a good lay. He knew exactly what to do and how to make you convulse in pleasure in ways you never had before.

It had been so long since you had had good sex. Okay, sex period. You weren’t interested in a relationship right now, but you deeply missed the sexual aspect that accompanied partnerships. 

And you had never been with someone as skilled as Josh. Even if he was your best friend. 

You didn’t have romantic feelings for him, but maybe that was okay. Neither of you were really in a place for a relationship anyways. Perhaps this could be beneficial for you both if it was as good for him as it was for you. 

When you stepped back into the bedroom you saw him lying there on his phone, a large smile taking over his face as you reappeared in front of him. “We need to talk, don’t we?” You shrugged and sat next to him, pulling the towel tighter around yourself. 

“We probably should,” your fingers pushed the loose curls from his eyes as he peered up at you. “I’m just going to come out with this before you say anything, okay? That was fantastic. Not even going to sugar coat it, I don’t care how much it inflates your ego. It was really good,” you giggled as his cheeks turned a deep red as you continued, hand still moving through his hair as his head laid on your lap, “and I think we should keep doing this. You and I have both said fairly recently we aren’t in good places for relationships so what if we just do this?”

His brow drew together in question as he spoke for the first time, taking your hand and playing with your fingers nervously. “Just sex? Would you be okay with that?” You nodded your head at his question as he lost himself in thought for a second before sitting up and facing you. 

“Alright, but I have a couple of concerns,” you watched him intently as he thought about how to word his questions. “It cannot affect our friendship, okay? You’re my best friend and I don’t want to jeopardize that,” your smile softened at him at those words, but you nodded your head.

“I agree. What else?” He sighed and shrugged, arms crossing over his chest as he nibbled on his bottom lip. “If you want to stop this at any time we can,” you nodded and chuckled. “Same goes for you,” he rolled his eyes and let his smile take over his features, lighting up his face. 

“Don’t see that happening, lovey. If we do this, we should make the most of it.” He leaned across the bed, lips capturing yours as your hands cradled his jaw, feeling his tongue push its way into your mouth. You noticed his hands gently tug at the towel wrapped around yourself and you let it fall with no fight. 

He climbed on top of you, having you lay completely flat on the bed as he left a trail of kisses down your throat to your chest. It took every fiber of your being to speak up to continue the chat you two had been having just moments earlier.

“We need some ground rules, Josh.” He sucked a nipple into his mouth as you spoke, eyes peering into yours and nodding his head, urging you to continue on. 

He pulled back only to speak quickly. “Tell me rule number one, mama.”

RULE #1: IF SOMEONE TEXTS, YOU GO.

It had been a long week at work. Between being handed three new projects because your boss simply did not feel like doing their job, working six straight days in a row, and not being able to sleep at night because your brain was on overdrive, you felt like absolute hell. 

You sat on your sofa, dimming the lights to try and get caught up on your favorite show with a glass of wine, but no matter what you did, you simply could not get comfortable. Shifting seats, blankets on and off, lights dimmed lower and brighter, lighting a candle, getting chocolate, nothing was working to get that sharp ache in your shoulders to subside. 

The screen on your phone was dark. It had been a couple of weeks since you had slept with Josh after that night and morning after and neither of you had jumped to use your mutual agreement with one another, but tonight was different. You needed to relax and you knew a good orgasm would let that happen and who better to do it than your best friend? 

You cringed at the thought of reaching out to him simply because he hadn’t tried first. Your attention was completely off your show now, instead staring at the text, trying to decide if you should send it. Carefully selecting each word meant it had taken you ten minutes to figure out how to phrase the request and you finally settled on what was staring back at you. 

You- Make my night better and come see me? 

What if he had changed his mind? What if he was out on a date with someone? What if he just wasn’t in the mood tonight? Would you be able to handle the rejection? 

Fuck it. You hit send and set your phone down on the couch next to you, waiting to hear the ding of a message sent back. It happened within a minute. 

You grabbed it and felt your smile grow as the text sat on your screen. 

Butterball- Finally, on my way mama ;)

Standing from the couch and rushing to the bathroom, you realized you had already washed your face for the night and battled within yourself about throwing on a layer of simplistic makeup, but by the time you had fixed your hair, a thud pounded on your door. 

Your nerves were coursing through you as you opened it to see the mop of curls greeting you on the other side. His hands found home on you instantly, drawing you towards him as he kicked the door shut as he entered your apartment. 

His lips messily met yours as he smiled into the kiss. “What made you text?” You shrugged, pulling him to the couch with you, hardly parting from one another, speaking against each other’s lips. “Rough week at work and need you to help me relax,” he nodded his head and pulled back as you fell onto the couch. 

You propped yourself up on your elbows, taking him in as he stared down at you and smiled. “Well we have all night, so let’s slow down. I’m going to grab a glass of wine,” his hands landed on either side of your waist, nudging his forehead against yours and sweetly capturing your lips as he continued, “and then we are going to put a movie on and I’m going to get the knot out of your shoulders that I know has been bothering you for days, m’kay?” 

Breathing in each other's air made you feel dizzy with arousal as you listened to his voice explain what was going to happen and you could only nod in response, eyes staring innocently into his as he pecked your lips one more time before walking into your kitchen to grab another glass. 

Anticipation pummeled you as you took a gulp of your wine to try to calm your nerves. You sat back against the couch and when Josh stood in front of you, he sipped from his own glass and let his eyes skirt over your figure before grabbing your remote without another word. 

He put on your favorite film, Pride and Prejudice, that you always opted to watch when you needed comfort and when he turned back towards you, pausing the start of it and crossed one of his arms over his chest, his eyes darkened as he watched you. 

You hadn’t made a move since he had entered the room, waiting for him to make the first move, not wanting to mess this up. He knew you were waiting for his direction and enjoyed that you were letting him control the situation like this. 

Josh made his way to the chaise of your sofa and relaxed into the plushy spot, turning to face the screen and beckoned you over to lay with him. You slowly moved over to him, pressing your back into his chest as he pulled a blanket over you both, arm wrapping tightly around your waist. 

His hand still held the remote and as he hit play, the familiar opening scene filled the screen, causing a small smile to take over your features. This wasn’t exactly what you had in mind for the night, but he had said you had all night. 

Those thoughts diminished as you felt his hand flatten under your shirt on your stomach, drawing small circles on the skin causing goosebumps to appear as you tried to keep your breathing even. 

“Keep your eyes on the movie, lovey,” his husky voice spoke into your ear as he continued the leisurely movements on you. You tried to keep your attention on the movie, almost succeeding as he hadn’t made any other advancement, but as a new scene appeared, his hand moved to cup your breast. 

Your eyes shut as he gently kneaded at it, but not doing anything else. You were hyper aware of every breath you took in, not wanting to let on how turned on you had gotten from such little touching, but you were failing. 

Mainly forcing breaths out of your nose, not paying any attention to the movie as his fingers pinched and rolled your nipple in between his pointer finger and thumb. You gasped, eyes squeezing shut, but he spoke in your ear. 

“I told you that you need to keep your eyes on the movie, mama,” your shaky intake of breath coupled with you forcing your eyes open to watch took all your energy. His fingers had stopped until he was positive you had followed his directions, continuing with it again. 

You couldn’t help the small whimper that rumbled from your throat, urging him to give you more. He didn’t. 

The overstimulation of your nipples had your chest aching, the wetness pooling at your core was soaking through your thin leggings almost forcing you to beg to be touched. Almost. 

His hand finally removed itself from you and you felt like you could cry from the mixed relief and yearning for more. “Did you know that Joe Wright did not want to cast Kiera Knightly in this role?” 

You shook your head at his words, his breath tickling the shell of your ear as he spoke lowly. “Said she was too pretty to play Elizabeth Bennet,” you wanted to laugh at the turn around he had just done. Borderline pissed he was talking about this instead of getting you off. 

Your anger was short lived before you felt his cool hand slip under the band of your pants, fingers slipping into the sticky arousal that coated you. “Wright had also never seen the 1995 version of Pride and Prejudice,” he parted your lips as he spoke, middle digit sliding in your opening, eliciting a deep moan to wrangle from your throat.

He pulled it out as quickly as he had put it in, using the same finger to swirl around your budding nub. Given how turned on you already were, it was not going to take much to push you over the edge. 

Josh knew this and continued whispering fun facts about the movie that fell on your deaf ears, unable to process any of the information he was feeding you, solely focused on your impending orgasm. 

As your breathing grew more shallow, moans overpowered his words, and your attention on the movie had entirely lapsed, he slowed his movements almost to a stop. “Have you been listening to me at all? Or watching the movie like I told you to?” 

Your eyes snapped open at his questions and whimpered in frustration, agitated tears forming at the corners of your eyes. “Joshy, please. I want it so bad, please,” your head had moved to rest on his bicep, legs spread wide open for him, one almost hanging off the couch, the other tucked in between his, his eyes staring down at you. 

He smiled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the space between your eyebrows and let his fingers get back to work. “I know, lovey. I’m gonna get you there, ‘kay? Be a good girl and cum for me, yeah? I know you can, you’re so close, mama,” as Josh showered you in praises, you came with a shattering force, white light overpowering your vision.

Josh worked you through it, lips landing on your temple, a large smile taking over his face. “There you go, pretty girl. You did so good for me.” As you came back from your high and your eyes opened, you felt exhaustion take over your body. 

His hand was removed from your pants, placing it in front of your mouth and you took it, licking him clean as he smiled at you. “Good girl. Go to bed, I’m going to clean up out here and I’ll see you tomorrow for the barbecue at Danny’s, yeah?”

You nodded your head, eyelids heavy and closing as he placed a chaste kiss on your lips, forcing you to sit up with him. 

As you made your way down the hall you spared one last look at your best friend and felt your smile grow as you watched him grab the empty wine glasses and put them in your dishwasher, folding the blanket and placing it on the back of the couch, and finishing cleaning up your space. 

When you climbed into bed, all your worries and doubts faded away as you smiled to yourself. Maybe this could work. You would make it work because this agreement was already looking great. 

You stood to the side of the stage watching one of the opening acts for the boys shows, dancing to the catchy beat. 

Whenever you got the chance to watch them perform, especially Josh, you snatched it in a heartbeat. Although you had to fly in for this particular show, it was worth it. You needed a little break from regular life and what better way to do that than to spend time with your best friends? 

One of the bodyguards stood with you as you listened to the music when you felt your phone vibrate in your back pocket. 

Butterball- I think there is somewhere else you should be right now. Don’t you agree? 

Butterball- Attachment: 1 Image 

His dressing room door greeted you as you opened the text. Your heart rate increased and you smiled at the gentleman next to you before making your way towards his room. 

Dodging his brothers so they wouldn’t ask questions about where you were going and why you were trying to find Josh meant it took far longer than it should have to reach your destination. When you slipped in passed the door and shut it gently behind you, Josh’s unpleasant look greeted you. 

“Lovey, I sent you that text twelve minutes ago. I go on in eleven minutes now,” you saw the rhinestones glittering across his cheekbones, not a hair out of place, fully dressed and cup of what was more than likely pure whiskey in his hand, your heart skipped a beat at how mouthwatering he looked.

He opted for the white two piece suit tonight, his crotch on full display, leaving nothing to the imagination. You wasted no time, going towards him and sinking down on your knees, looking up at him through your eyelashes. 

“I’m sorry, sir,” you gulped anxiously, hand gently petting his quickly hardening cock. His jaw set at your tone and his teeth sank into his bottom lip, agitation evident. “Open your mouth and be a good whore for me,” your mouth fell open, tongue leaving your mouth to wait for him. 

His fat head sprang free from his pants, landing on the tip of your tongue before pushing fully into your mouth. You relaxed your jaw and let him fuck into your mouth at the pace he wanted, knowing that you had taken too long to get to him tonight and he needed to get off fast. 

Your hand went between your thighs and as you tried to touch yourself, his fist yanked you off his dick and shook his head. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” You mumbled back a small no as he shoved himself back into your waiting mouth.

“Be my good cock slut and suck me off. If you’re good I’ll take care of you later,” as Josh was speaking, tears were running down your face, gags echoing off the walls as he fucked your face. 

“Shit, lovey, you’re gonna make me cum. Fuck!” You felt his cock twitch in your mouth, stilling his movements as his load shot down your throat. You watched his eyes roll back, mouth lightly hang open, hands shake as they held your hair back as you kept his dick in your mouth, letting him come down from the high. 

You pulled off of him with a pop, sniffling, and giggling as you stood up. You legs were wobbly after being on your knees for so long, feeling his hands still you as he grabbed the tissue box from the table. 

“Let me clean you up, mama,” you sat down in the singular chair as he wiped the wet mascara from your cheeks, your runny nose, and handed you a bottle of water. Your hands held onto his hips as he focused on not smearing your makeup anymore than it already was, seeing the concentration on his face and smiling at him.

His eyes quickly went down to yours and chuckled. “You were good for me despite being late,” you rolled your eyes and interjected in his speech. “Okay for starters, I had to avoid everyone so of course it was going to take me longer to get back here,” his fist grabbed your hair, making you tilt your head back to look at him, shutting you up.

“If you would let me finish. I said you were good for me and because of that I was going to take care of you at the hotel tonight, but now I’m not sure you deserve it,” you pouted at him and moved towards his lips, taking his bottom one between yours. 

“I do. I was so good,” his smile grew, pearly white teeth on display at your desperation for him. “Okay, lovey.” He gave in so easy it had you smiling in victory, knowing all it took to tip the scales in your favor was to play into his power play he so craved. 

“Thank you, butterball,” your laughter bubbled out into a cackle as he rolled his eyes at the nickname he despised. “Don’t push your luck! I’m feeling generous tonight, but that can change in a heartbeat.”

You winked at him as you walked out of the room, not able to hold in your laughter as he stood watching you join the group that stood down the hallway, face red with faux irritation at your term of endearment for him.

Bored. You were simply bored. It was a Saturday night and you had absolutely no plans for the evening. You had already eaten dinner, were a couple drinks in for the night, and could not find anything interesting to watch on tv.

You stared at your phone screen and smiled to yourself knowing how you could pass the time. Finding his contact and hearing the dial tone fill the space, your brow furrowed as a text notification popped up from him as he answered. 

“Hey, pretty girl. I’m assuming you saw my text?” You opened the message and laughed at it. 

Butterball- What do you have going on tonight cause I would like to be in those plans but preferably in you

“I did not see your text until just now, but we are on the same page. I’ll be over in fifteen, ‘kay?” When you got to his apartment, he greeted you at the door with a glass of wine and a deep kiss that had you sinking into him. 

“I was bored tonight. Take care of me, Joshy?” His smile grew as his tongue traveled behind your ear. “Always, mama.”

Josh had his cock running through your folds, collecting the wetness before slipping into you. “Jesus, you’re the perfect fit for me, I swear.” Your smile took over your face as you laid on your back, legs wrapped around his waist as he bottomed out. 

“You said you want to make the most of this-shit,” your eyes squeezed shut as his thumb made light circles on your clit, breathless as you continued talking, “what does that mean for you, babe?”

His grip on your hips was tight, fingertips indenting into your skin, small crescent moons being left from his fingernails. “That is what I want rule number two to be.”

RULE NUMBER TWO: FANTASIES & THE SAFE WORD

Josh had been your best friend and confidant for years before this arrangement. He made you feel comfortable and protected whenever he was around. It was just who he was. 

He had a way of allowing you to be your honest and true self around him and never feel guilty or bad about that. You never had. He never let you. 

When he suggested that rule number two be about fantasies, you were intrigued. Of course, you had always thought about your deepest sexual desires, but you had never thought you would be with someone who would make you feel okay with having them and even enacting them. 

Josh wanted to. Encouraged you to. 

The night when you two had divulged your fantasies to one another, Josh jumped at yours. He claimed dibs on going first and you waited a long time for it to happen, but he said it made the suspense of it all the better. 

He was right. 

It was why you were sat at an extremely high end hotel lounge, wearing a gorgeous gown that you would never have been able to afford normally, hair and makeup done in a way you had only worn for a black-tie wedding once before, and sipping a cocktail that had an at least ninety percent markup from your local bar. 

You smiled softly at the bartender as he approached to ask you for your next drink order. Listening to the light piano music playing through the room, you knew you did not belong in a place like this, but your stomach was alight with nerves and excitement. 

A figure appeared next to you and pulled the bartender's attention to him. “She’ll have a french martini. Put it on my tab, including her last drink,” he set his card on the counter, sliding it over to the man before turning his attention to you. 

His hair was slicked back, face freshly shaven, slender fingers resting on the counter as he took in your figure. His suit was crisp, a watch that cost more than your yearly rent sat on his wrist, cufflinks on display as he sipped from his whiskey glass, a hint of mischief gleaming in his eyes. 

“I’ve never had a french martini before,” you said, turning your body to face the man. He offered a kind smile and set his drink down on the wooden coaster. “You’ll enjoy it,” your eyes slightly narrowed at him. 

“Quite presumptuous to assume I’ll enjoy it when you don’t even know me,” he chuckled as the bartender set the drink down in front of you. “Try it,” you gingerly brought the glass to your lips, letting the liquid slip down your throat. 

Damn it. It was delicious. 

He read your expression and a charming smile took over his features. “I was right, wasn’t I?” You weren’t going to let him have this victory that easily.

“Must do this pretty often then don’t you? Find a pretty girl sitting at the bar, order her a fancy drink, sweet talk her some, take her back to your room for the night and do it all again next weekend,” he winked at you and took another sip of his own drink as he listened to you. 

“Look at you, one step ahead of me. Let me sweet talk you, then.” You snorted into your glass as you brought it back to your lips. “Go ahead, give it a try.” You encouraged him, excited to see where this was going to go.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” You held eye contact with him as you spoke as seriously as possible, seeing him eye you, sitting on the edge of his seat, waiting for your response. 

“Anita Dickenme,” he choked on his drink, hand coming up to cover his mouth, trying to hide his laughter at your response. It took more than a beat for him to compose himself enough to respond to you. “That’s a beautiful name, Ms. Dickenme. I’m Dr. J.M.K.,” before he could finish, a woman in her fifties approached the two of you and offered a sheepish smile. 

“Hi, I’m so sorry to bug you both, but my daughter is a huge fan. Would it be possible to get an autograph?” Your eyebrows went up in surprise as his face burned a deep red, scribbling on a napkin and handing it to her as she thanked him and excused herself from you both. 

“Well, doctor, I think there might be more here than meets the eyes. What kind of doctor gets autograph requests? Especially in a place like this?” You leaned on your hand, letting him fall into easy conversation with you about his “true” work he did. 

The two of you let your laughter subside after sharing a story and watched as his hand landed gently on your knee. “Why don’t we move this upstairs?” You smirked, finishing your drink and standing from your chair, taking his arm as you walked out of the bar towards the glass elevators to take you up towards the hotel rooms. 

Flashing the guard his hotel room key, you were pointed towards the elevator on the far end. He let you enter first, but you couldn’t help yourself and watched the people below flitter in and out of the extravagant resort.

Hands landed on your waist, a cheek pressed to yours, and a small bite on your neck had you rolling your head to the side to allow him better access. 

“Doctor, I’m sure you know this, but people can see what we’re doing,” you were forcing the words out in a breathless whimper as his hand picked your gown up from the floor, letting his hand slide into the slit that had once exposed your thigh.

His fingers brushed across your core and groaned with a deep chuckle. “Let’s put on a show for them then. No panties?” You pulled away from him quickly as the elevator dinged, announcing your arrival to the top floor of the hotel.

You stepped out and watched as he took a deep breath to compose himself and take your hand in his as he walked to the end of the hallway. Two heavy wood doors greeted you both and when he opened them, you felt the breath knock away from you.

The city skyline greeted you through the wall of windows. It wasn’t entirely late so the streets below were still heavy with cars. 

On the coffee table in the large living room sat a bottle of champagne and two glasses plus a plate of strawberries. You forced the shock to subside at the fact that you couldn’t even see the bedroom from where you stood in the middle of the room, knowing this room must’ve cost an absolute fortune. 

You set your bag on the table and leisurely sat on the sofa, sparing a glance at the man who was watching your every move, waiting to see what you were going to do next. 

Grabbing one of the glasses you gave a large smile to him. “I would love a glass, doctor.” 

Almost the entire bottle was gone as you two sat on the couch, laughing over the silliest jokes and as you caught your breath, you peeked at him from the corner of your eye. 

“Will you excuse me for a moment, doctor?” He leaned back on the couch, one arm going along the back of a cushion, the other still holding his glass as he nodded, watching to see where you were sneaking off to. 

You stepped into the bedroom, closing the large french doors behind you as you did. 

The tremble in your hands grew as you slid your dress off, putting it on a hanger in the expansive closet. Standing in front of the mirror you looked at your reflection and tried to calm yourself down with a small pep talk.

“It’s just, Josh. It’s just, Josh,” you fixed the bustier and garters, trying to decide if your plan to forgo panties was a good call or not. You fixed your hair and gave yourself another once over.

The black lace bustier was cupless on the top, the middle sheer, and had garter attachments on the bottom. The no panties was a perfect decision you thought to yourself as you saw the garters hold your pantyhose. 

You opened one of the doors and leaned against the frame, catching his attention as he turned towards where you stood. His breath stuttered in his throat as he eyed you. 

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered as he quickly stood. Your confidence skyrocketed as he made his way towards you, eyes darkening the closer he got. 

He loosened his tie, hand cupping the back of your neck and moaning as his tongue fought yours for dominance. “And here I thought Ms. Dickenme was a classy lady. Apparently not,” he chuckled as he brought you out to the living room.

Wasting no time, he pushed you up against the windows, bending you over slightly as he freed himself from the suit pants he wore. When you felt his head push into you, the guttural moan that released from him indicated just how badly he had wanted this tonight, too.

“Teasing me all night, leaving me high and dry in the elevator,” with each word a deep thrust accompanied it, cries and whimpers escaping you. “Want to act like a tease, I’ll treat you like a tease,” your eyes rolled as his speed picked up.

Your hair was a mess as his hand had a good fistful, makeup smearing on the window, growing more turned on by the minute at the thought of someone being able to see what you two were doing.

Skin hitting skin echoed in the room, tears streamed down your face at the force that he was fucking you at, the uncomfortable position your neck had been in through the entire thing caused a full ache to begin, but it was overpowered by the sheer force of your orgasm. 

Your knees buckled, but you felt his arm wrap around your waist, supporting you as you caught your breath, not registering that he had already finished prior to you. 

He turned your head towards him, capturing your lips before mumbling against them. “I want you to go get in the bath and wait for me. Do you understand?” You could only mumble a yes as you stumbled off to the bathroom.

Your mind was a mushed nothingness as you monotonously set the bath and sank in, feeling the scalding water accept your body. When you heard footsteps approaching, he smiled at you, some curls coming loose from the professionally inspired do he had done just for you earlier. 

Moving forward so he could sit behind you, he hissed at the temperature of the water. “Trying to melt your skin off?” You giggled, leaning back against him, but not able to give a verbal response before his fingers found your clit and began rubbing small circles over it.

“Not-not yet. Can’t-,” he hushed you and had you relax fully against him as he continued. One hand curled around your neck, forcing your jaw to tip back and lock eyes with him. “Yes you can, baby. I know you can. Relax for me,” your breathing picked up as he agonizingly drew you closer to cumming again.

You could feel his smile against the side of your face, head resting in the space between his collar and jaw, cries bouncing out into the bathroom. 

“You’re close, angel. I know you want to cum on my fingers so bad. I know you want to make me happy and cum for me,” his words tipped you over the edge, arching your back away from his chest, falling silent as you let the pleasure take over your body. 

You blinked your eyes open and noticed the room was partly lit only from a table side lamp. The crisp white sheets wrapped around your body and you sighed with a tired smile when you realized where you were.

You turned over and saw him lying asleep next to you and spotted the hardon pressing against the sheet. Moving slowly to not wake him yet, you sat up and straddled him, noticing he hadn’t moved.

Grabbing his cock and lining it up with your opening, you slowly sank onto him. You were unbelievably sore from the activities of the two days you had spent together, but you just didn’t care. 

Marks littered your entire body and his, every time you moved pain ricocheted from somewhere on you, and you were beyond exhausted. Check out was in less than an hour, but you wanted one more. 

He groaned, arms circling around your torso and crushing you to his chest as you slowly moved your hips on him. “Morning,” you spoke against his lips, a small smile gracing your face. 

“You’re gonna kill me, you know that?” You nodded, picking up your pace a little bit more causing a whimper to fall from his lips. “I know, baby, but we have to leave soon and I just want one more, ‘kay? You promised it was my forty-eight hours,” he nuzzled into your neck and kissed the skin there.

“Whatever you want, lovey.” As you rode you both to one final orgasm, you couldn’t help the giggles that escaped you. 

He didn’t let you get far, pulling you back towards him as you climbed off of him. “How was this? Fantasy met?” 

You let yourself rest against his chest and peered up at him with a big grin. “And then some. Thank you,” he hummed as you pecked his lips, getting up to get packed and checked out from one of the best weekends of your life.

You dropped your bags on the hardwood floor and felt giddy as you looked at the cabin. It was exactly what you had wanted for this. 

It needed to be absolutely perfect because he had been struggling these last few weeks. You had been planning this since he had told you about his fantasy and you knew this was the right time to do this.

He needed the release. 

Josh had gone above and beyond for your fantasy weekend and you wanted to do the same for him. Hence why you found yourself at a cabin buried away from any form of civilization, blocking out a full seventy-two hours to spend together.

And only one change of clothes for the entire time.

You had sent him the directions to get up here, not letting on to what your little surprise for him was. Groceries were stocked, activities planned to keep you entertained that you weren’t entirely sure you would be doing, and there was absolutely no need to leave the cabin for anything. 

It was perfect.

When you knew he was going to be arriving soon, you went to the bedroom and got set up for him so everything would be ready when he got there. The front door opened and when you heard him call out into the house, you felt your heart flutter with excitement.

“Lovey?” You heard him getting closer and giggled, yelling out to him. “Don’t come in here! I’ll be out in a second,” his laughter flowed in the space over the music playing through the cabin. 

“What’s going on?” When you walked out from the room, his back was to you, checking out the space you had rented for the weekend. He had a beer in his hand and when he turned, he nearly dropped the can. 

“It’s your turn this weekend. I believe you said your biggest fantasy was being able to roam free, nude, and have relations anytime you wanted. Well, that’s what this weekend is. I have only one change of clothes for when we leave, otherwise I will be naked all weekend and you can freely use me whenever and wherever you want,” as you walked towards him, hands holding his jaw you saw the adoration and pure lust flash in his eyes. He swallowed hard and nodded his head, almost in a state of shock at what you were saying to him.

“Use me, Joshua. I’m yours for whatever you want,” you whispered the last bit as you lightly kissed him, waiting for his movements to come back to him and react. 

You squealed as his smile broke across his face, arms circling around you and pushing you towards the couch, lips attacking your neck.

“You’re fucking perfect, I swear.” You laid flat on the couch and spread your legs, giving him the perfect view of your cunt. He groaned as your fingers went and slipped through the slick that was already coating you. 

He wasted no time, stripping down to join you in the weekend of his dreams. He pulled your hips closer to his face, inhaling as your pussy met his mouth. 

Licking one singular stripe up you, his forehead fell forward, resting on the inside of your thigh. “Fucking Heaven,” he used two fingers to slip into your hole, scissoring them out as you shivered at the motion. His laugh fell on your core making you jolt at the sensation, but his hands held you to him.

“We have days, mama. Don’t run from me yet,” Josh continuously lapped at you until you were seeing stars, on the verge of a total blackout. He only stopped to pull away when he felt you go limp after finishing again. 

“Perfect girl,” he inched up your body, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses until his hand pinched your chin, turning you to face him. His large, dopey smile filled your vision and you met it as he slid into you. 

His pants and moans met each thrust perfectly. He hit your sweet spot with each move and you felt like you were in bliss. This was exactly what you had wanted for Josh this weekend, knowing how much he needed this. 

Between touring, working on the new album, and simply having to deal with everyday life, he needed this escape from reality. You had planned this to be an amazing time for him and it was extremely difficult to get it just right. 

It had to be inbetween legs of the tour, a time when no one would really be looking for him, and he would be able to enjoy a few days off. A few days in the middle of nowhere that had a beautiful scenic overlook where he could let his mind rest and reset. While fucking you of course. 

He couldn’t keep his hands off of you the entire first day. As you cooked dinner for you two, Josh had bent you over the counter and fucked you like his life depended on it. 

“So I told them that you can’t just take it because it has to be checked out by an employee and it turned into a whole thing,” as you were chewing, Josh watched you from across the table, a hint of a smile adorning his face as he listened to you. 

Your cheeks burned and you set your glass of wine down on the table. “I’ve been talking a lot. I’m sorry,” his hand grabbed yours and shook his head and chuckled, taking another bite of his food. “Don’t apologize, mama. I’ve missed you. Life’s been-” he quickly shook his head like he was trying to clear thoughts away, “it’s just that this could not have come at a better time.”

His soft smile made your stomach flip, feeling silly at how nervous you felt when he looked at you like that. Like you were the reason he was happy and you were the reason he was smiling. 

It was Josh.

The sun was hitting your eyes, casting a warm glow on your skin. You didn’t move for a second, letting yourself slowly wake up. Fingers raked down your side and a sleepy grin fell on your lips. The tips of his fingers met your hip, slowly parting your legs. 

Your brows furrowed in confusion as to what he was doing, your voice croaked out to him, trying to place where he was. The bed was still warm from where he had just laid and where your hand ran across the empty spot of his bed. 

“Butterball?” Hair tickled the inside of your thigh and a loud gasp expelled from your lungs, eyes bursting open as his mouth lapped at your bud. Your hands found home in his hair, nails scratching at his scalp. He was in no hurry this morning, taking his time with slow and meticulous licks. 

Your finish washed over you like a warm embrace, your juices soaking his chin, but he cleaned you up as you came down from your high. He inched his way up your body and connected your lips with a warm laugh. 

“Good morning, lovey,” you crooned at his words, letting him brush your lips together. You played with the tuft of hair at the nape of his neck, wrapping the curls around your fingers as he hovered above you. 

“It is a good morning when I get woken up by you eating me out,” he chuckled, but you pushed him onto his back, crouching in between his legs. “Let me return the favor,” he wanted to watch as you swirl your tongue around his swollen head, letting the beads of precum fall on your taste buds, but his head fell back.

His hands guided your movements, having you accept him until he sat fully sheathed inside your mouth. The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat and you fought the urge to gag, flattening your tongue on the underside of his cock. The large vein throbbed as he moaned. 

As you pulled back, you hollowed out your cheeks, letting your hands work the base of him. It wasn’t going to take much to have him finish. You knew that if you continued with what you were doing it would be fast. 

You were right. He jerked in your mouth and ropes of his cum painted your throat. His incoherent praises turned into babbling moans as he released your hair from his grasp, catching his breath and letting his thoughts come back to him.

Neither of you realized how late you had slept in until you went to make breakfast, noticing it was actually lunch now. You lightly swayed to music and when you glanced at the deck, you saw Josh sitting out there.

His bare back had a tanned glow on it, hair an unruly mess, but his hands were fast at work with whatever artistic rendering he was working on. Your teeth sank into your lip, biting back a smile with how at peace he seemed. Like there wasn’t a care in the world that he needed to be plagued with at that moment. 

You walked out to the deck, plate in hand with food, setting it down on the table next to him and turned to go back inside, but his arm caught your waist too fast. He pulled you onto his thigh and placed a chaste kiss on your cheek. 

“Hi mama. Thank you for lunch. Stay out here with me for a bit, okay?” You nodded and remained out there with him for the entire afternoon. Talking about anything and everything, scribbling down writing ideas, while he drew and painted. 

As the sun dipped into the horizon, casting the sky in breathtaking hues of purples, oranges, and pinks, Josh looked like a renaissance painting come to life. The golden glow that he sat in, the small gap in his teeth, the way his fingers lazily traced over the bare expanse of your thigh all had your stomach fluttering. 

His eyes cast over the side of your face as your head tilted back in laughter at something he had said, still sitting firmly on his lap, but as your giggles subsided, his lips gingerly kissed across your collarbones. 

Small pecks to your shoulder, down your arm, on each of your fingertips had your breath hitching in your throat. He slowly turned you in his lap to straddle him. His dick was hard, pressing into your folds as you brought your lips to his and let his tongue push past your own. 

It wasn’t urgent and exigent. It was passionate and decorative. His hands splayed across your bare back, letting you move in tandem circles, his light thrusts meeting your moves. It was done in the open like the natural and magnificent thing Josh knew sex was. He was creating a sense of artistry with you and there was no one he would have rather been with in that moment than with you. 

As he finished in you, it was like you two became one. Your breathes flowed from one to another. You melded together like one being. Your minds coexist as one. It was like there was no one else in the world but you two. It was art. 

Not every meeting was like that. That symbolic and deep. There were times where it needed to be a release for one of you or for both. 

In times like that, you both had an agreed upon safe word. You hadn’t had to use it yet and neither had Josh, but it was there just in case. 

Your phone went off late, far later than normal, but you knew he and his brothers had been doing all night sessions at the studio just trying to get the album on a rolling pace. 

Butterball-I’m on my way over. I’ll be there in ten minutes

By the time you had read the message, he was already at the door. Being preoccupied with laundry and stupid house chores that you did not want to be bothered with, Josh was a happy and welcome distraction.

It had been a particularly shitty week at work and your mind was a scattered mess. What you thought would be a release for you both, did not turn out that way.

When you opened the door for him, going to greet him with a kiss, he shut it down immediately, pushing you up against the wall.

“Not in the mood for that tonight. I want you to go to the room, get naked, and just lay there until I’m ready, okay?” You only nodded, knowing exactly where the night was heading and what he wanted. 

As you laid there waiting for him, he entered the room, grabbing your ankle and pulling you towards the end of the bed. “I don’t want to hear you talk tonight, okay? All I’ve been dealing with is fucking noise and I’m done,” his pants came down, spitting on your core as he rubbed his head against you. 

“I love that you are just my perfect cock slut, waiting for me whenever I need you,” his hand covered your mouth as you moaned, trying to bite back the sounds as he spoke over you. 

As he was fucking into you, his hands trailed from your mouth down to your neck, only applying light pressure. The mixture of the degrading words coming from him that you normally did not mind, typically finding it a turn on, the force of his fucking, and the pressure of his hands had your mind spinning, all becoming too much too fast. 

Tears streamed down your face and although you tried to tough it out, tonight you just couldn’t. 

“Jo-Josh, tambourine, tambourine,” breath rushed back into your lungs as he removed his hands from you, pulling out and watching as you rolled over, grabbing the blanket as you went. 

“Lovey, are you okay?” Your Josh was back in an instant, concern taking him over as he watched you try to catch your breath. You nodded, sitting up and avoiding eye contact. You felt horrible, guilt riddling you knowing that he needed this release tonight and that you couldn’t help. 

“Can I touch you?” He held his hands out to you, slowly moving to cup your cheeks as you nodded. “Hey, look at me,” you moved your eyes to connect with his, seeing the worry dance in them. 

“I’m sorry, Josh,” he pecked your lips and placed gentle kisses over every inch of your face. “Don’t apologize to me, lovey. I need to apologize to you. I was too rough, I’m sorry,” you offered a comforting smile, letting him wrap his arms around you, hugging you to him. 

“How about you go take a bath, we order some food, lay down and watch a movie, yeah?” You nodded at his words, watching as his smile came across his face for the first time that night. Comfort. 

You stood in the shower, Josh directly behind you, one hand around your neck, having you stand flush against him as his fingers lightly skirted across your wet skin. His lips hovered above, breath fanning on the droplets, almost mesmerized to be this close to you. In this context. 

It sent a shiver of anticipation through you. Yearning for his touch, on edge as you waited for his next action. 

When his phone’s ringtone shrieked into the bathroom, you jumped apart. It was like you two had been caught although that wasn't what happened. Not even close. His head poked out and saw his brother's name on the top of the screen and he sheepishly smiled at you.

“I was supposed to meet them at one,” you stepped towards him and nodded, running your hands through his wet locks. “I want that to be rule number three,” his lips brushed over yours, a huff of a laugh falling on them.

“What? To not miss lunch dates with my brothers?” You rolled your eyes, grabbing the removable showerhead and pointing it directly in his face, laughing as he tried to get away from the water pummeling him. 

RULE NUMBER THREE: NO ONE CAN KNOW

Close calls happened few and far between, but when they did it always brought you back to the reality of the situation. Back to the brutal honesty of what you were really doing. And who you were doing it with. 

Josh had you bent over a couch backstage at some show that you honestly couldn’t remember the location of if you tried. This backstage area was far smaller than what they were typically used to which also means that everyone was far closer than you were typically used to. 

His hand was covering your mouth, fingers lightly hooked in your cheek, and his grunts were quieter. He wasn’t as talkative, simply not being able to because the chance of being heard outside the flimsy door that separated you from them would give way to any and all noise. 

When the door handle jimmied, both of your eyes darted to it, motions stopping. “Josh?” He held up a finger to his mouth, motioning for you to remain silent. All while he picked his motions back up. Your eyes rolled as he slowly hit the spongy spot inside of you that only he knew how to find. 

“Yeah, Sam?” His voice was as even as ever, not a hint to what was actually happening. He wanted to push the limits with you, hand snaking around your waist to make fast circles on your clit. You squeezed around him at the motion, having him falter momentarily. His head fell forward, eyes fluttering as you purposely did the motion again. 

Two could play at this game. 

“Why is your door locked?” You started moving against him, meeting his motions, ass bouncing against his pelvis with every thrust. “Because I need just a second-” his words faltered, a small moan coming from him as he tried to speak, clearing his throat, “a second to myself, Sam.”

The door handle shook again and Josh groaned at his brother's whiny tone coming through. “Well, open the door! I need to talk to you,” Josh picked his pace up, not wanting to let this end, but wanting to make it quick. 

“Jesus Christ, Sam! I’ll be out in a minute!” Your laughter flew from your throat before you could catch it at the two of them bickering like they were. Your eyes went wide to match your lovers as the movement stopped at the door. 

“Is someone in there with you?” You rapidly shook your head at him, telling him to say no as a shit eating grin plastered itself on his face. “Yeah, someone is in here with me.” Your mouth fell open into a wide "o" as your orgasm coursed through you, body going limp as his hand found home over your mouth again to stifle the noises. 

Josh pulled out of you seconds later, painting your lower back and ass with his cum. He was jerking himself through his finish as his brother spoke again. You heard your name, but the ringing in your ears from finishing was still prevalent so you weren’t entirely sure what he was saying, but you knew Josh wasn’t going to let on to what happened. 

You trusted him. You always did. 

You pulled up to Jake and Jita’s housewarming party with Josh. They had just gotten an adorable place outside of Nashville together and were doing their first dinner party as one. 

Josh had offered to pick you up and take you given you had no idea where the house was and when you had got sent the invite he was sitting right next to you on your couch, eating Indian takeout. 

“It’ll just be easier. Less cars to park on their new street,” you only nodded, agreeing with him at the time, but the more you thought about it, the more it sent your mind racing. Of course you two had shown up at events together, but not since you had been sleeping with one another. 

You didn’t have time to dwell on it because when you two arrived, after being a complete tease to Josh all afternoon at the store while you tried to pick out a gift for them, the party was already in full swing. 

Teasing Josh had been your favorite pastime as of late and you had no plans on stopping at the house. Sure, it was going to be risky, but worth it in the end for the punishment. So worth it. 

The flirty glances, brushing up against him as you leaned over to grab a drink, hand moving across his lap when you were sitting at the large dining table to pick up his dropped napkin. Each time you made the move, he would breathe heavily, nostrils would flare, he was a permanent shade of red. 

Danny commented on his flush state tonight as he tried to eat, but was acting much quieter than was normal for him. “You feeling alright?” Josh’s head snapped towards him, forcing a smile as you leaned forward to overdramatically look over his features, resting a hand on his forehead. 

“Yeah, you look a little flush, Josh.” Your hand lightly moved down his temple to his cheek, his eyes holding your gaze tightly. His voice dropped once he knew the attention had moved away from him, so low only you could hear. 

“I want you out in the Jeep in five minutes,” he stood quickly from the table, grabbing his car key and making his way out the front door as everyone made their way to the living room and back patio after dinner had ended. 

You clenched on nothing, hand resting on your chest to get your heart rate down. When four minutes had passed, you hastily made your way out to his Jeep and when you saw him sitting in the back, hand stroking himself, your mouth watered at the sight. 

“C’mon, mama. Get in,” you followed his instructions and climbed in the backseat as he continued pleasuring himself. “You’ve been a fucking tease, you know that?” His head rested on the seats, eyes connecting with yours as his motions continued. 

When you didn’t respond, his hand reached out and grabbed your own, placing it on his cock. “I asked you a question,” you stammered out a response as you tried to focus, only able to look at his achingly hard dick. 

“I know and I’m so sorry,” his laugh was humorless as he slowly let you jerk him. “No you’re not. Don’t lie to me,” your lips darted out to moisten them, eyes snapping up to his as he moved your hand with his. “So, tonight, you’re going to watch me get off,” he removed your hand from him, picking up his pace again, “and you get nothing.”

The pout that formed on your face let on to your disappointment, not happy with the punishment he had chosen. Normally it ended up with you not being able to walk, not being left horny and begging. 

His free hand came up to your face and cupped your cheek before lightly tapping it. “Don’t pout at me. I made up my mind.” There was nothing you could do except sit back and watch as he quickly approached his end. 

When he did finish, a long moan fell from him, head falling back, adam's apple bobbing as he tried to catch his breath as he released into his hand. “Joshy,” you murmured, inching closer to get your lips on his. 

“What mama?” He let you kiss him, but shook his head as you tried to push your tongue in his mouth. “Don’t try to sweeten your way with me,” his smile took over his face as he laughed, dimples showed. 

“Guys! What’re you doing? Come on, it’s dessert time!” You jumped as you heard Danny’s voice shout from the front porch. “We’ll be right in!” You yelled back, erupting in a fit of giggles as he went back inside. 

His fingers pinched your chin, pulling you to him once more. “Be good for the rest of the night and I might change my mind.” 

You laid on the couch, feet resting on Josh’s lap as he handed you the bowl of grapes. The two of you had spent the entire last day tangled with one another, but now as you sat watching tv together, it was like it had always been. 

His hands drummed on your calf to an imaginary beat, but stopped when he got his attention fixed on you. “So are we going to do this?” You paused the show and shrugged, almost afraid to look in his direction, knowing he was trying to get you to look at him.

“I don’t see why not,” he took a grape from your hand and gave you an overly animated smile as he popped it into his mouth. 

“Just don’t fall in love with me, mama.” 

RULE NUMBER FOUR: NO FALLING IN LOVE

He was fucked. He knew he was fucked when he woke up in the cabin, an hour before you as the sun had just started to peek in through the open window and curtains.

You were both still entirely nude, savoring the time you two would have with each other. He wasn't sure how much he was going to be able to get in while you two were here, but he would be damned if he didn't try his hardest.

Your bare back was cast in a warm morning glow, rising and falling easily as your head lay on his chest. His fingers played with your hair, enamored as he watched your eyelids lightly flutter. He wondered what you dreamed about. If he was in them because lately he noticed that all of his had you streaming into them. 

When he watched you move around the kitchen and make you two dinners, he thought about you doing that every weekend for the two of you. He would take weekdays of course, knowing how tired you were after work. 

When he heard your laughter fill the space around him, he knew he would do anything he could for the rest of his life if it meant being able to hear that sound every single day. 

When he felt your soft skin tremble and shake under his fingers because of the pleasure he was giving you, it was like you had scorched yourself into his memory because he would never forget how you felt. 

When he tasted your release mixed with his own, creating a perfect combination of you two in the most intimate way there could possibly be, he would travel the world on his hands and knees to get the craving of you satisfied. 

When he smelt the sweet vanilla and coffee notes of your perfume as you waltzed by him, shooting instant serotonin into his mind, some form of aromatherapy that made him feel at complete peace because it meant you were near. 

It all combined to create one formation of a soul that he knew was meant to be pure and astonishing to captivate all those that came into contact with you. To touch others with a form of love that inspired them and jolted them with energy in a way only you could. 

He had fallen in love with you. 

Josh had been gone for weeks. You ached for him and missed him. Sure, the sex, too, but just for the presence of your best friend again. You longed for him. 

You had plans to see him tomorrow, go out to lunch and spend the day with one another like old times. You had been giddy about it for over a week, but as you went to lay down for the night, a small knock sounded at your door. 

His head was downcast, showing the crown of his head and when you opened it for him and he stepped in, a shaky and forced smile appeared. He didn’t hesitate to grab you, crushing you to him, and breathing in and out shallowly. 

“Butterball?” You walked backwards with him, noticing he hadn’t moved, but you closed the door and stood there, waiting for him to. Your hands inched up to his scalp, raking your fingers across it, slowly swaying as you did. 

After a few moments, you pulled back, but his hands tightened. “Hey, I’m not going anywhere, okay? Let’s go lay down,” your thumbs brushed under his eyes, noticing the deep bags there. He nodded and let you lace your fingers with his, gently tugging him towards the bedroom.

As you laid down, his head found home on your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat underneath his ear. “Missed you,” was all he whispered, but you felt your shirt growing wet and felt the tremor of his shoulders as he cried. 

“Joshy? What’s going on babe?” You felt his head raise, eyes locking with yours as more tears brimmed in them. “I’m just so tired, lovey. Just wanna sleep,” you nodded, giving a smile and pushing his head back to where it was before. 

“Anything you want, butterball,” you heard his soft chuckle through the tears, sniffling, but his breathing evened out seconds after. 

Guilt racked your body. You knew this was what he wanted and loved, but seeing the toll it took on him it was hard. The mental exhaustion, the general fatigue, the impact it had on him was too much for him to handle at times. It was rare that it happened, but it did. 

But he turned to you for comfort. That he knew he could turn to you when he needed you. He knew you could offer him a sense of home. 

It’s what you did for people you love. It’s what you would do ten times over for him because you did. You loved him. 

Those were the rules you two swore by to make this work. And you had fucked up the biggest and most important one of all. 

“Hey, can I talk to you for a second?” You put your robe on as Josh redressed, needing to get back to the studio for the rest of the night. His smile grew as he slipped his shoe on and nodded his head. 

“Okay, so I have a date on Friday.” His back was facing you, but you could see him stop all of his movements. “What?” He hadn’t turned to face you, but you wanted to see his reaction.

In all honesty, you didn’t want to go on this date. It was with some guy your friend worked with and you were thinking of canceling. Depending on how Josh reacted of course. 

“Yeah, I’m not sure how I feel about it. Not sure if I’m interested,” you were trying to play it as nonchalantly as possible, playing with the tie of your robe. “You should go,” he cut you off and you froze. 

He stood and walked out of the room without another word, leaving you standing rooted to your spot. 

You didn’t hear from him for two weeks after that. You didn’t go on that stupid date. You never wanted to. You wanted Josh to tell you not to go. To confirm that what you had been feeling had been mutual. It answered it in a different way. A way you dreaded.

You missed your best friend. Which is why turning your relationship with him into a best friends with benefits situation was the stupidest thing you could have ever done. 

Butterball- Come over in ten?

It was like a slap across the face. It was the agreement, not to make this into something more. It had worked for years, but it wasn’t working for you anymore. 

When he appeared at your door an hour later, he was pissed. You opened it for him, realizing it was the middle of a Saturday afternoon when he had sent you that message. The first one you had ignored. 

“So, what, we’re done? The arrangements over?” You laughed, arms crossing over your chest at how brazen he was. “I haven’t seen or heard from you in two weeks and that’s what you’re concerned with. If the sex is over,” it came out quiet, like you were in disbelief because you were. 

“You’re the one who didn’t call me after that fucking date!” You rolled your eyes as he raised his voice. “I didn’t go on that fucking date, Josh! I never wanted to go!” You fell silent as his eyes watched you, the hardness diminishing as quickly as it had come. 

“You didn’t go?” You shook your head, anger piercing you. “No, Josh. I didn’t fucking go. I didn’t want to go,” he rubbed his face and calmed his breathing down.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, lovey. I didn’t want you to go on that date. I thought-” he shrugged, trying to place his thoughts in order, “I thought you and I were more.”

You didn’t respond, a memory jumping into your mind that had a chuckle leaving you. “Do you know why I call you butterball?” When you made eye contact, he shook his head, lip tilting into a smile. 

“When I spent that Thanksgiving with your family the year after we met, every single time I asked you to get me a piece of turkey, you would give me ham and you would place turkey on your plate,” your laughter started to shake your body as you spoke. “I don’t know if you just weren’t comprehending what I was saying or if you knew that you were giving me ham, but you ate like three pounds of turkey.” 

You were wiping tears away from your eyes, but caught your breath. “Josh, I fucked up. I broke rule number four, but I don’t care. I love you, I do, but if you don’t feel the same I don’t know how I’ll handle that.” You shook your head, trying to get the thoughts of rejection out of your mind. 

He walked towards you, hands cradling your jaw as he connected your lips. “I’ve been in love with you for over a year, mama. I was willing to take any part of you that you would give me and if that meant being in your life to simply have sex then I was willing to do that.” 

It was Josh.

“Okay, so how do we do this?” You wiped your clammy hand on your pants, spotting your group sitting at a table in a restaurant you all loved to frequent. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his side. “We’re just going to walk in together, no need for a big announcement.” You nodded, letting him place a gentle kiss on you full of reassurance and strength and love. 

Exhaling a shaky breath, you entered as one, Josh clinging to you like you were going to float away from him. When Jake and Sam’s eyes fell on you both, Jake flew back in his chair, anger taking over his face as Sam exploded from his. 

“I fucking told you they were together! I fucking told you! $1000 right here right now, baby!” Sam came over to you both, slinging his arm around your shoulders. 

“So, how long you two been bumpin’ uglies?” 

#josh kiszka #joshua kiszka #greta van fleet #greta van fleet smut #greta van fleet fan fiction #josh kiszka fanfiction #josh kiszka imagine #josh kiszka fanfic #greta van fleet imagine #josh kiszka smut #josh kiszka x reader #josh kiszka x you #josh kiszka x y/n #josh kiszka x reader smut #jake kiszka #sam kiszka #danny wagner #ficthots

[traegorn]

I need to stop doing this to myself.

(A Rant Where Trae Has Written Too Many Books This Month)

So since most of you started following me because of Witchcraft or podcast stuff, I realize a lot of you don't know how much fiction writing I do.

Primarily what I've published are comics. The big one is UnCONventional (which ran from December of 2009 to December of 2019), but I also did a steampunk comic called The Chronicles of Crosarth (which I put on hiatus in like 2018 intending to come back to... but I haven't, and I make no guarantee that I will even though over 650 of the 800 planned pages are done). Crosarth is... fine? The art isn't great in either of these, but UnCONventional carries itself with the humor.

But that's all old stuff. You may be like "Trae, what have you been producing for the last four years," and the answer is "not a lot." I got major creative block with the pandemic. Peregrine Lake, the "Northwoods Gothic" comic I was supposed to launch in 2020 (which has some characters from UnCONventional in it) didn't materialize when I said it would. What storytelling energy I had went into Stormwood & Associates and The Meatgrinder (my two actual play podcasts), but that was it.

And then 2023 happened, and the juices started flowing again.

Peregrine Lake is moving forward -- but with me just doing the writing. My urge to draw has not returned, but my urge to write has. A friend of mine, Ethan Flanagan, is drawing it, and I've written the first year of comics. It likely won't launch any time soon (the artist I'm working with is busy as hell so we want to get a shit-ton of the comic done before we launch it -- we have like the first month and a half of the comic ready?). But yeah -- it's happening. I hoping for Spring, but we'll see.

The other thing though is that I've started writing, like, novels. I've always had like twenty ideas in my head, so I figured I'd give it a shot. I decided to start with the idea I cared the least about (in case I fucked it up): A queer urban fantasy story.

In the last month and a half I've written complete drafts of two different novels in this setting, and am halfway through another one... and have another one outlined.

I, uh, had some ideas.

If you're asking yourself "Hey Trae -- what the fuck? That's a lot" you need to know a few things that aren't obvious. At one point in college, in 72 hours, I produced over 40 pages of text between three research papers. All were for 300 level courses, and I may have disassociated while writing them because I frankly don't remember most of it. But, like, they were decent papers.

One of those papers is in Google Scholar.

Anyway, yeah. I haven't been sleeping great because I've been obsessively writing, but you might ask "Why didn't you just write one and get it ready to publish?" That's a great question. Because I wrote a book, and when I was 3/4 of the way through it I realized something very important: This book would make a great sequel to a book I haven't written. I've been writing book two in a series where I haven't written book one yet.

Well fuck.

So I finished that draft, and I went and wrote book one. Now that book? That book I'm getting ready to publish. I expect to have it out in January. Part of my editing process involves setting what I think is a completed, good, revised draft down for a couple of weeks and then returning to it with fresh eyes. We're in that waiting period right now.

But I still had a bunch of energy.

So the first thing I did was a revising draft on book two (the one I wrote first), but I finished that. And had more energy. And more stories in this setting kept popping up.

So I started a third book. And I'm halfway through the first draft of that book. But then I realized yesterday... shit, this isn't book three.

This is book four.

I need stuff to happen before we get to this story.

So now I've outlined the actual book three, and am working on literally both of these books at once (I'll take a break for Christmas and then go do a final edit on Book One).

And... I'm just like... why am I like this?

I need to stop myself for a few days and get more sleep.

#writing

[cryley]

Petrichor - Part 1

matty healy x reader (fluff) word count: 2.4k A/N: (moved from @cryley-fics where it was originally posted) ♡ Helloooo, it's Ry. This is actually the first fic I've posted on tumblr and also the first fic I've written in 7ish years. I've recently been yanked back into my 1975 obsession and literally can't stop thinking about Matty, so I decided to write again. Please please please be kind since I am v rusty with my writing ♡ ▹ masterlist ▹ part 1 ▹ part 2 ▹ part 3 ▹ part 4 ▹ part 5

I quickly brushed my hands off onto my apron before walking to the back room. Glancing at my watch, I groaned. It was too early to be awake. Well, I didn’t feel awake, but I tried my hardest to appear coherent. My eyes scanned the shelf full of metallic-looking bags until I found the one I needed. 

“Didn’t expect to see you here this early.”

“Good morning to you too, Atlas.” Grabbing the full bag of espresso beans, I chuckled. “I requested this afternoon off.”

Pushing my way back through the swinging door, I plopped the bag on the counter. The cafe was really quiet in the mornings before we opened. It was nice to see it this way before the rush of equally tired people waiting to get their dose of beans.

“Well if you ever want to switch permanently to mornings, I can maybe convince Lansen.” Atlas stood at the end of the counter tying his apron around his waist. 

I liked working the afternoon shifts, but it is nice working morning shifts when you end your shift at noon. Yeah, waking up at 3 am to get ready for work is the least fun thing to do in the world, but it beats retail. 

I shrugged and continued filling the machine with the beans, “When you’re done clocking in, can you finish setting up while I count in the back?”

Looking over to Atlas, he nodded. He didn’t mind staying out front all morning if I’d let him. Paperwork was his enemy. 

We were both some of the only shift leaders at this cafe. Most employees were either underage, newer hires, or simply just didn’t want the responsibility. Atlas was a very charismatic people-person who is perfect for customer interaction while I was…well let’s just say I liked doing back-of-house paperwork. 

Walking over to my side, he bumped my shoulder to give me the queue that he will take over. Before pushing past the door, I switched on the speakers and put on the “manager-approved playlist” which mostly just consisted of repetitive weird piano and smooth jazz.

I placed the register drawers on the desk and got to counting. My head bobbed to the awkward sound of cups clanging and off tempo trumpet. Checking the clock on the office wall, I stood up and sighed.

Jamming the drawers back into the registers, I heard Atlas humming to the speaker’s music. He always seemed too happy in the mornings. I watched him lightly dance around behind the bar as he made iced tea.

“Going to the restroom quickly before we open in 10.”

I untied my already somewhat messy apron and placed it behind the counter before walking off. The bathroom was well-lit and clean. Thankfully the closers did their job yesterday without me around. 

My tired reflection stared back at me in the mirror. In a rush, I could only manage to throw a beanie over my blonde hair and had to skip the contacts today. I pulled off my round wire-framed glasses to give them one last clean before inevitably becoming covered in splashes of coffee during my shift. I already couldn’t wait to go home and shower.

“Got any plans this weekend?” Atlas questioned as I placed my apron carefully back around my waist. 

I grabbed the keys to unlock the front door, “Going to that show I told you about last week.”

“Oh yeah! I forgot that was today. Makes sense now why you are working a morning shift.” He ran his fingers through his messy brown hair while looking at his reflection on a spoon. 

I rolled my eyes and settled into my usual spot behind the espresso machine. Atlas didn’t mind handling the register. More people to make conversation with.

A couple groups of customers came in over the next couple of hours. Most of them left with coffee to go, but some of the regular visitors made themselves comfortable at their usual tables. Atlas and I would sometimes switch positions with me at the register, but he would often chuckle at my fake chipper small talk, so I would make him switch back with me. 

“Hey Y/N! Hey Atlas!”

I finished my last cappuccino for the small crowd of customers and peered over my shoulder.

“Morning Lindsay.” I smiled, grabbing a rag to clean the counters, “Can you take over the bar for me so Atlas can take his break?”

She nodded as I stood behind the register. Atlas lazily saluted to me before disappearing to the back room. 

Lindsay started to clean and organize the drink area while I emptied the old pot of dark roast, so I could brew a fresh batch. It was nice to breathe for a second after the morning rush of customers subsided. 

“I’m going to go get some more beans from the back. Did you need anything?” Lindsay skipped over to the door while her ponytail twirled behind her. 

My finger tapped BREW, “No, I don’t think so. Thank you though Lin.”

I turned back to the register to check the time, 10 am. Only two hours left and I can leave for the week. I decided to use my time off this week after the concert because I never seem to have a reason to take vacations throughout the year otherwise. At least this week I might be able to take a trip somewhere after I recover from the show. 

The cafe seemed to quiet down until the sound of the door closed. I looked out at the now pouring down rain I didn’t realize started during my shift. A man shook off his dark umbrella before walking up to the counter. He had his head down, putting the umbrella away in his bag. He was a bit taller than me and dressed in a long black coat. It was open just enough to see his forest green distressed sweater over top of a white shirt. 

“Good morning.” The man mumbled in an unfamiliar voice.

It almost sounded like he spoke in an accent, but you couldn’t put your finger on it since it was so low and mumbled. 

“Good morning. What can I get for you?” I fidgeted my fingers, tracing over the tattoos on my arm. 

“Uh, a dark roast please.”

He was definitely British. 

I looked up from my hand tracing over the ink on my skin, “I actually just started brewing a fresh pot of dark roast. If you grab a seat at a table, I can bring it to you when it’s finished if you’d like?”

My eyes finally met his. Oh god. I know this man.

His brown eyes stared back at me. The sides of his mouth curled up to form a slight smile.

“Yeah, I’ll be here for a bit. I have some work to do, so it probably won’t be my last cup either.” His hand raised to his curly brown hair to push it out of his face. 

I finally broke eye contact to turn towards the pot of brewing coffee, “It’ll probably be about 5 minutes. Would you like anything to eat? It’s on the house.”

The dark-haired man cocked his head to the side raising his eyebrows, “Well I would love a scone.”

“I’ll bring it to you.”

He pulled out his phone and tapped it to the reader to pay for the coffee, “Thanks.” 

I definitely knew who this man was. I didn’t think I’d be seeing him before tonight. 

I grabbed the scone from the bakery case and placed it onto a plate using some tongs while the man found a seat at the table closest to the front window. I watched him as he took off his jacket and draped it over the back of his chair. He just started to settle down into his spot when I placed the plate on his table.

He cheekily smiled up at me with a wink, “Thank you, love.”

I flirtily winked back at him before heading to check on the brew. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked behind the counter. 

Atlas emerged from the back and placed his apron back on. I checked the clock and replaced the now empty apron hook with my own apron.

“Let me make myself a drink quickly and deliver this man his dark roast before I go on my break.”

Atlas nodded and began to take a couple of lingering orders at the till. 

As I finished pouring myself a hot tea, the dark roast was finally finished. I smiled back at the man at the corner table and realized his eyes never left me. A cup in each hand, I made my way back to the familiar face. 

“Here’s your dark roast.” I placed the cup gently on the table as I glanced down at his tattoos, “Did you need any cream or sugar?”

He caught me glancing and rolled up his sleeves to show off the art, “No thank you, love. I prefer it as is.”

“Nice meeting you, Matty. Enjoy your coffee.”

The man took a break from sipping his drink to look back in my direction. His eyes met mine once more as I blushed through a smile. 

I turned and made my way over to my usual couch in the opposite corner in front of the cafe. I usually took my breaks out on the floor since the back office didn’t get service at all. I could use the hour to catch up on emails. At least I would try to start catching up on emails until I undoubtingly get distracted from my crush sitting opposite me. Placing my tea on the coffee table to save my spot, I rushed to the back to grab my phone and headphones.

“Do you know that guy or something?” Lindsay followed me into the back.

A giggle escaped my mouth, “Not exactly. Just indirectly, I guess.”

She side-eyed me with a cheeky look before grabbing a refill of vanilla sweetener and heading back through the door. 

I could feel the heat rising to my face. Shoving my headphones in my ears, I decided to check the mirror in the office before returning to my tea. Man, I looked terrible. When I had dreamed of meeting Matty before, I didn’t look like I had been run over by a van. Managing to straighten my hair out as much as possible, I took a deep breath and made my way back out to the cafe. Pulling out my phone, I navigated to my music.

“On break” I mumbled over to the others while still staring down at my phone. 

My feet carried me over to the familiar maroon couch until an unfamiliar sight was sat in my spot. Matty. 

“Sorry,” He smirked, “were you going to sit here?”

Speechless, I picked up my tea, “It’s okay. I can sit somewhere e-”

“I’m joking!” He scooted over to the other end of the couch away from the window, “Come sit with me. I could use the company.”

“Didn’t you have work you wanted to get done?”

“It can wait.” He took another sip of his coffee. 

Without much hesitation, I shuffled my way into my seat realizing it was a lot closer to him than it had seemed. I blushed and picked up my tea, eager to take a sip. 

“So you obviously know who I am. Will you tell me about you?” He nudged my shoulder with his own. 

I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, “My name is Y/N.”

“Lovely name.”

I smiled, “And after work today, I’ll be getting ready to go to your show.”

“Oh, are you not one of those people who wait outside for hours and hours?” He takes a long sip of his drink, still not breaking eye contact. 

I’m the one to break it first as I look down at my hands and chuckle, “unfortunately I could only get stadium seating. GA was impossible to snag.”

“Oh yeah?”

“And expensive as fuck.” I rolled my eyes at him. 

“Okay, well that isn’t exactly our fault.”

I gave him an accusing look and shrugged. 

“Hey! I promise it isn’t our fault!” He laughed while leaning into my side, “Anyway, you shouldn’t accuse someone of lying when they could get you a side-stage view of your favorite band.”

His body leaning into mine felt like fire flowing through me. He was just a normal person like everyone else. I usually didn’t feel nervous when meeting famous people before. I used to meet loads of my favorite artists back when I went to shows more frequently. Maybe because I was just caught off guard in “the wild”?

“You’re telling me that you could get me side-stage tickets to Phoebe Bridgers?”

He matched my smirk, “Hah Hah. Very funny. I meant my band.”

“Bold of you to assume the 1975 is my favorite band.” I sipped my tea. 

“Your tattoo gave it away.” He lightly grabbed my arm in one hand and pointed with the other. 

I had a lot of tattoos on my arm, but in between some of the larger pieces I had a little box with the words “modernity has failed us” in scribbled writing. 

I immediately blushed. Not just from him noticing my 1975 tattoo, but mostly from the grasp he had on my arm. He rubbed his thumb over the scribbled words decorating my skin. 

“You have a lot of other cool ones too, but I think this is my favorite.” He winked. 

“So uh,” I tried not to stumble over my words, “what else do you want to know about me?”

“A lot actually. I have time.”

“Well, I only have 40 minutes left on my break.” I gestured with my free hand to the clock. 

He let go of my arm to rummage through his bag. I really wished he hadn’t let go. It felt cold and lonely without his warm thumb brushing over my skin. 

“That settles it then,” he handed me his phone, “can I have your number?”

My heart dropped. Is he serious right now? Even if I give him my number, it’s not like he is actually going to reach out to me. 

I take his phone and type my number into the field. I saw that he had already added my name at the top. Y/N (cute barista). 

#fluff #please be kind #matty healy #matty healy fic #the 1975 #matty healy x reader #petrichor #matty fic #matty healy fanfic #the 1975 fic #my fics #ry.exe

[poupeesdecirque]

Posting by Queue, or: why I need some distance from my crafts

It has been some time since my last hobby meta blog entry, it had different reasons and one is that I need distance. Like, yes I of course enjoy crafting and sometimes I am like a little child that runs everywhere to show off things.

But it got ... less intense. And I learned I do better when I keep projects or at least details to myself to sit on them for longer. That the first euphoria is purely mine and not to be shared.

Like for my photos I have a buffer of several weeks now. Yes, I know past-me would have kind of hated that. But I learned I do better when I have a time buffer. I do take photos weekly but sometimes they don't feel special enough to get the weekly photo feature?

Friday & yesterday I went out for photos and while I like the ones from yesterday way more than the ones from friday I am not sure if the set from yesterday will get the feature or not as it's only a hand full of photos giving me that certain spark.

Other than that I am a very emotional artist, I sometimes really fuck up my art and hate it at the moment I worked on it, but then, sometimes, after a few days or weeks I can look at it and just wonder about what was my problem the day I made it.

Another thing is that I, myself, enjoy my art. The process of it. And I like to see my blog updating, sometimes I forget what post will go online and then I check the blog and think "ah yes, this was that thing!", and it reminds me why I made the blog overall, to show myself I had progress and that every tiny step counts.

Which leads to another reason why I hold back in regards of posting. Yes, I do share some snippets in my stories over on insta but not always and not all. I sit on over 300 drawings from the last two years alone nobody ever will see, I enjoyed drawing but it's nothing for the public eye. I will maybe go back and redraw some and share the redraws then, who knows?

But wait, there is actually more reasons.

The biggest or main reason is ... i sometimes go really wild on projects. In January I finished so many dolls it was insane, I worked on Cosplays and other crafts in an incredible speed, I have literally no idea where I found the time but I somehow did and doll parts arriving every week did the rest.

I keep the blog running with partially 2 month old stuff but .... to be honest I don't have doll stuff aside photos to do anymore. All I can do is wait for bodies to be shipped (or dolls even) and arrive. There has been no movement since January. Aside Iza getting the shipping notice for our Split, might take a while until its at her place and I can't really start on the Akuma until I got the body (which I at least have finally ordered this month) as colors need to be matched and mods to be made.

I am truly itchy to do something else than sewing all the time, I do enjoy cosplay but you know how much I like sewing (hint: not at all). So to remind myself of the fun I had in the past weeks I have mixed my blog to bless me with some progress I had which was maybe not sewing all the time. And well, the Cosplays have deadlines and I do get some ideas aside purely sewing while doing them, so that keeps me going for now.

Yes, I could start redoing dolls like Alastor or Erwin. But you know what? IT'S ALMOST ALL SEWING. Urgh.

Aside that real life is pretty good at eating me up and I just want to enjoy crafting. Right now drawing feels like stress relief but I hate the results and just scan the pieces and put them away to never look at them again, I have a bunch of posts queued up without any captions, a wip entry of a current project only has two photos but I lack the spoons to actually get them done. But since those posts are so far back it's fine (yes I know drafts are a thing).

In general I enjoy having my art to myself to get used to it before I put it out into the wild as I just recently got reminded I do bad with direct comparisons still and it hits some triggerpoints from the past and makes everything harder, I don't need that.

I literally have no idea if this blog makes sense even, lol. I just am tired of sewing and stopped working on my current project around lunch time and have drawn so much today and I walked way too much the whole week my friends urged me to stay the ef home and at least try to relax. But I'm restless as my body is too stressed (I know it all I'm a certified relaxation trainer so eh), so, have an over the place blog entry.

#blog #hobby meta #or something like that #idk

[loveyourownsmiilee]

I was reading some of your posts and it got me thinking, people are like really worried about Marisol staying for a big part of the season. Which I get, but we've only seen one BTS of her that the actress herself posted.

It would be so funny to me if she appears in one episode not as Eddie's girlfriend but as the awkward date he went on, maybe they are at a scene and she's there and he tries not to be seen by her. We spend all this time worrying and she is not even a blip in the show.

(Mostly I just don't want a transphobe to be a regular, so I'd love that)

Hi darling!!! Nice to see you in my ask box! Hope you’re having a lovely day 💜

Honestly I’m only going to mention this once and try to be very thorough so I don’t get any follow up messages about her bc I truly don’t wanna waste any energy on her. The actress is going to milk her time on this big show as much as she can. As someone who so vividly remembers when GW (Ana) was on the show in s5, she was the same way. She went on IG live many times while on the fox lot, made IG stories to allude that she’s in her trailer and getting ready for filming 911. She shared the promos and said “We’re back” as if she was a main star on the show. Of course they’re gonna milk their time on the show as much as possible and it’s the same behavior this actress is possessing.

With her bts with the robe. Obviously she just got her makeup done and it was before she wore her outfit. I cannot understand why the robe would be a part of her outfit given we don’t have that much of a time jump, and it seems so fucking weird for Eddie to have this lady around in a robe or be around her in a robe like he didn’t have a complete personality transplant. From those photos we saw that she had like maybe five sheets of lines and like on the first page she only had like three lines highlighted, so I’m not anticipating her screen time to be massive.

Given the first three episodes are going to heavily rely on the cruise disaster, I don’t anticipate her being around much, if at all. And since she only followed Brenna, it makes sense that she’s going to be an episode 7.05. She was filming that ep last week and yesterday. She finished before the sun went down so it couldn’t have been them at the restaurant at night. and if she’s literally in an episode written by Taylor Wong which is coincidentally also titled “You Don’t Know Me”, then history would suggest that this relationship, like Ana before him (also reintroduced by Taylor), is set to fail. Now whether she’s back for a few episodes before the finale, I don’t see her sticking around all season long. And the reason I say this is because if we are in fact, going to get a off camera break up with Buck and Natalia, then they have to show us Eddie and her breaking up on screen. But they also need to show Eddie actively trying to date another person and highlighting how it’s just not working out compared to how seamless it is to just be at home with Buck and their son essentially. Eddie has to also come to that realization that like he tried it again and it’s just not who he’s meant to be with because deep down he knows who he’s meant to be with, and I feel like she’s there to serve that purpose. 

But yes, to sum this all up I don’t think she’s gonna be around for a long time, and I genuinely cannot fathom that this lady is going to be Eddie’s one true love endgame! 

#juju answers #thegeekcompanion #911 spoilers #911 speculation #eddie diaz #sorry for the lengthy response

[asshlyyyy]

On The Third Day of Christmas

Day 2 | Day 4

Hi, I’m glad to announce that I am back. It’s been a rough previous month to say the least. Sure Christmas is over with but I am still going to finish this series. On the thirteen day, there will be a big post with all the days combined. For people who want to read it all combined. 

I did deicide to come back like two days early then I planned. But, I want to get this series out and done with, so that I can focus on Until I Found Her and Fairytale I just want to thank everyone for being so understanding. 

It’s only day three but have you noticed the surprise yet?

Masterlist

Pairing: Elvis (or Austin!Elvis) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Spelling and Grammatical Errors

Word Count: 963

You lived in the country and you absolutely loved it. Sure, every day it was becoming more and more modern with each and every year that passed. The road that was in front of your house was no longer a dirt road but in fact an asphalt busy road. Mostly due to Elvis’s large following. Still, when you stood in the backyard near the barn you felt at peace.

You had a friend who owned a farm with animals. You’re talking cows, pigs, and chickens… the reason this is important is because it was currently day three. A very ambitious one, but one you could pull off. When Elvis first moved in he had chickens running all around the place. You could easily take care of three hens.

Yup, that is correct. You are once against taking it quite literally. So, as you drove home for hopefully the last time. You looked in the backseat where the hens were resting peacefully. As the song goes, day three was three French hens. How was it that you were going to turn them French? Very simple actually.

 You reach for the small bag in your passenger seat and pull out the three small berets. You weren’t going to keep it on them forever, just for the show and tell. Elvis was home for the rest of the holidays. So, you show him the day and then take the hats off.

You placed the hots on the hens and soon attached their mustaches. You smiled to yourself and stood up and got out. You grabbed the three hens and made your way inside.

“Elvis?!” You called out for him. It was mid-afternoon, so he should be awake. Yet, you didn’t want to wake him if he wasn’t. Well… that’s not entirely true. You checked the living room, kitchen, jungle room, etc. There were so many rooms to check that you should’ve just checked the bedroom first. 

You placed the hens on the bed and watched as they start to climb onto Elvis. You tried to keep your laughter under control, but it was impossible when one of them sat on his face.

“What- the!?” Elvis pealed the hen off his face and looked around the room for you. He spotted you quickly and he looked upset. 

“Hehe,” you said simply.

“What the hell, Y/n?” His voice was still tired. He had just been woken up by his wife’s foolish shenanigans. You couldn’t understand why he was so tired, but he must’ve worked himself hard yesterday while he was at the studio. 

“Three French hens.” You said on return. 

“How are they- you put a goddamn beret and mustache on them?” He looked at you dead in the eyes. The reaction was one that screamed are you serious?

“Don’t worry, I'll take it off of them. I just wanted to show you day three.” You replied with a short smile. 

“What time is it?” He asked and rubbed his face.

“Just bout noon.” You answered. He nodded and flopped back down onto the bed.  “Now when I get back Mr., I want you out of this bed.” 

“Yes, mama.” He mumbled gently under his breath. You smiled softly and collected the hens. You took them out to their home for the next two weeks and got some feed down on the ground for them. They will be staying in the same barn with the horses for now. 

You made your way back inside and went straight to the kitchen. The least you could do was make him some lunch. Since you so horribly woke him from his slumber. You knew he would be fine, plus it's best he gets used to getting woken up like that.

You put together two sandwiches for yourself and Elvis and plated them. You placed them on the counter and went to head up the stairs to see if he had gotten out of bed. Before you could take a step up the stairs you heard him coming down. You smiled at him softly.

“Morning, handsome.” You said with a small voice.

“Mornin’ beautiful,” he replied and met you at the end of the stairs. He pulled you into a much-needed kiss and hug. You weren’t complaining, any chance to be close to Elvis was a win-win. Then again his love language was touch.

“I made some lunch.” You said after a while of silence. 

“Is that what that smell is?”

“Unless you smell two sandwiches then no,” you chuckled lightly and pulled him towards the food. You know it was quite simple, but sometimes that was all you needed. You didn’t need the fancy meats, you just needed each other and a nice meal. 

“You’re not going to bring any more alive things into the house right? For your twelve days?”

“Hmm, no that was the only one. But it was pretty funny,” you smiled as you took a bite of your sandwich.

“Not for me, one was sitting its bare ass on ma face.” He whined in return, which caused you to let out a laugh.

“You washed your face didn’t you?” You guessed. Elvis shook his head and took a big bite of his sandwich. 

“Of course I fuckin’ did, don’t know where that hen was last.” He grumbled. You smiled and reached your hand out for his.

He was truly the love of your life. He put up with all your shit, and vice versa. Maybe that is the key to every happy relationship. Putting up with each other's shits, because there could be no one else who would. You wouldn’t trade it in the world. 

He could’ve still been dirt poor and you would’ve fallen for him either way. He was your love, and you were his.

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[floral-monsters]

It’s time for some quilt posting!

I visited my family in Alberta last week and was determined to spend some quality time not sweating my ass about my inbox. (Being on satellite internet helped a lot.) And come hell or high water I was going to finish something.

I set out to finish handquilting the giant beast I have— thinking I would just post up on the back porch and stare at the ground squirrels while working— but that was not in the cards. Because my mother has been learning to quilt as well.

You see, my mom has been learning quilting in fits and starts over the years. A table runner here, a rag quilt there, but not really a focused effort beyond making someone a gift or destashing the mountain of polar fleece she has on hand from making us kids clothes in the nineties and early aughts.

It wasn’t until my severely burnt out and depressed self came home for Christmas this past year and asked her to teach me to quilt that she also decided to learn conventional piecing quilting. She wasn’t able to teach me, but she shared her craftsy login with me and we stared down a bunch of YouTube videos together. She also drove me through the icy Alberta freeze to the quilt shop in Canmore and gave me two sizeable lengths of fabric she’d taken in from my Oma to bind and back the Frankie and Momo quilt I made in January.

Since then, she’s been motoring along on quilting projects and gifts at the rate that could only be maintained by a retiree determined to destash her, my grandmother and my oma’s lifetimes of built up fabrics. My mom, also being one of the rare people in this world with an honest-to-god pension, learns any new hobby by buying gadgets and toys for the hobby.

This is all to say: My mom has an accuquilt. This is a little crank power fabric die-cutting machine that is very very cool. And after using it to zoom through the cutting for a little sawtooth star block I got it in my head that I could probably do a simple start-to-finish quilt while I was visiting. (I wanted to play with the toy more)

(Yes I know that this is very silly and wiggly, but I was testing things and goofing around so be nice)

So it was off to that Canmore quilt shop again, in much nicer weather. And I dug out some coordinating colours from their sale section for blocks, backing and binding for less than thirty bucks. I then fed all the twoonie priced fat quarters through the diecutter and wound up with more than sixty charm squares in about half an hour.

That’s pretty fast— all my cutting at home happens on a coffee table and wrecks my back. She’s also got one of those fancy Stripology rulers so I was able to cut my entire binding in literal seconds. It’s witchcraft.

Put together a simple repeating layout and we were off to the races!

My mother also has a fancy new sewing machine with a start-stop button, thread cutter and more feed dogs than god. So I was able to zip through assembly WAY faster than on my ancient hand-me-down brother machine from the eighties. (Who I still love)

The whole quilt top was together before I knew it, and I’m getting less and less clumsy with my corners every time I do this so I was really happy. Used a Hera marker to make guides for the quilting, which surprised me by how well it held up to handling. I can probably recreate the effect with a clean butter knife at home!

Quilted the whole thing in rush and sewed the binding on in the car on our way to and from dinner. I somehow managed to not get carsick doing it too, it’s astounding. Im really happy with the results even though it’s a very simple design. This is the fastest I’ve done a whole little blanket like this and I’m glad I got so lucky with the sale fabrics available.

(Lucy also gave her approval once we got home yesterday, even though she wasn’t there to supervise.)

#quilting #beginner #trying to do some longer form blogging to see if I like it? #anyway this quilt will hopefully be something I can sit with when I’m wishing for a vacation #a happy place

[abrushwithdeath]

((Hey! Again, just wanted to say that I'm still alive ^^; As I said before, the interview went really well last week. Got my fingerprints done on Thursday morning. Had a call back yesterday morning. Tomorrow I have to go fill out some paperwork at 1, then, after that's finished, I could start working literally any time. It's going to be shorter shifts at the start, and it's only a temp / sub position (though it could turn to full time in the future) so, for now, I'll probably be working quite a bit / nearly full time until the person I'm covering for comes back. Then it's kind of... work whenever they need me. Which means probably having to get a second part time job just to be safe ^^; But hopefully that won't happen until well after Christmas.

Anyway- I can't make any promises about when I'll get to stuff, I've been trying to gather things up to put in my drafts to do when I have motivation. But for right now, between the move, unpacking, holidays, visiting family, babysitting (which has been, like, 3 times in the past week alone and the kids are great but they're 3 and 5 so... yeah, it can feel like a lot), and having been at least mildly sick for the last 3 weeks straight... I've just had a lot of brain fog and not a lot of motivation to write. However-! I'm trying to get back into READING, which always helps me get back into WRITING when I'm stuck! I just have to find a book that'll hook me enough that it gets my brain reeling again! (I'm also gonna try to sit down tonight and just WRITE a little, even if it's just short replies, so here's hoping that helps! Sometimes I just have to force myself to write some ^^;)

So, yeah! Book recs are always appreciated (though I can't promise I'll be able to read everything that's recommended because I have very limited $ right now), as are song recs (sometimes songs give me fun ideas~) Also, seriously, 1,000,000,000% always feel free to toss plot ideas / AU ideas / ship songs or playlists / whatever my way because they get my brain going sometimes! I know I've not been especially chatty lately, but I promise that I'm at least READING everything you send! So don't hold back! Sometimes all it takes is one fun little idea to get my mind running enough to start writing again xD

Love you guys! I hope your December is going well <3))

#ooc. #((This is in NO WAY saying that you have to throw ideas at me mind you! I just mean that- #if you have ideas already and you've been worrying about bothering me or whatever with them because I've been so absent- #don't be! Send 'em my way! I always WANT to write the cogs in my head are just jammed and any little thing helps to get them moving xD))

[jwcnsz]

off work

little!nishimura riki x cg!reader

summary; just a fun day w bf baby riki :(

warnings; use of the title mommy (NON-SEXUAL)

genre; fluff, domestic au

word count; 500+ (it’s short srry)

a/n; i had nothing better to do lmao but this was so fun to write omg i love baby riki anyways enjoy

you were sleeping so peacefully until you heard footsteps approaching your room. you already knew what to expect and braced yourself for impact.

"mommy, mommy, wake up!" riki exclaimed as he jumped on you. you just remembered you had no work today since it was a holiday. so of course, riki was the one waking you up today.

you groaned softly as you opened your eyes to see riki on top of you. "morning, baby." you smiled at him. "mommy! nini hungry." riki rolled off of you and grabbed onto your arm, pulling on it to get you to stand up.

you let him lift you up from your bed to lead you to the kitchen. "nini wan' waffles!" riki said as he jumped in place. "waffles? baby we had that yesterday and the day before that... and all of last week too!" you told him. he formed a small pout "but nini wan' waffles." he whined.

oh whatever. "fine... they'll be ready in a bit." you gave in to his request. riki's eyes lit up and he had a huge, huge smile. "thank you mommy!" he ran off and turned on the tv to watch his favorite show.

soon you called him over to eat, watching as he runs from the couch to his seat with excitement. "baby, what did we say about running inside?" you asked. "to not run. sorry mommy…" he said looking a bit sad.

you felt bad for making him sad especially so early in the morning. even though it’s almost noon. “it’s okay, baby. just forget about it and eat your waffles!” you smiled at the huge grin he had on his face before he began eating.

you always loved the way his eyes would shine when he ate. the way he’d smile the whole time. you just loved him.

when riki was done eating, he managed to convince you to play dress up with him. he was a prince and you were the dragon. he playfully would hit you with his foam sword and you would fall to the ground “defeated”.

“i got mommy!” he laughed as you fell to the ground. “oh no, i was defeated! whatever will i do now?” you said in between giggles.

you both cleaned up the toys after he finally “defeated” you, both of you still giggling and laughing.

“mommy, wana watch movie!” he tugged on you. “sure baby, we can watch all the movies you want today.” you said walking to the couch with him. you had blankets and pillows already on there for whenever you had movie nights with riki or just to cuddle with each other.

you watched literally all of the disney princess movie collection. you would only get up to get snacks and go to the bathroom but most of the time you were cuddling with riki on the couch.

it was around midnight when you finished all the movies. riki was already asleep long before the movie finished, his small snores filling the living room. you decided to just stay there and sleep instead of waking him up.

you gave him a small forehead kiss before wrapping your arm around his waist.

“i love you, my baby.”

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[houkagokappa]

9 people you want to know better

Thanks for tagging me, @mobloomspell!

last song I listened to: Speed Drive from Barbie

currently watching: I'm not watching anything right now, unless you count the anime I haven't finished from last season (Mahou Shoujo Magical Destroyers and Tokyo Mew Mew New 2nd season) that I still plan on finishing, but haven't touched in weeks/months. I spent almost all summer away from home doing fieldwork and watching tv didn't fit in with that. I came home yesterday, but I'm still pretty busy, so I don't know when I'll have the chance to catch up with anything new.

currently reading: Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu got a new chapter this morning and it's what keeps me going week to week. I love it so much, it's my favourite ongoing series and one of the best manga I've ever read. I'm also keeping up with The Guy She Was Interested in Wasn't a Guy at All, although I might put it on hold since I hate how short the chapters are (the reading experience gets too choppy), Fantasy Bishoujo Juniku Ojisan to, which has had some very interesting developments in the latest chapters, Daddy's Sexy Dolls, which you'll know about if you read my yuri post, Akebi-chan no Sailor Fuku, which is insanely good and has had some exciting developments as well - we're moving full speed towards yuri with that one, and My Girlfriend's Not Here Today, also from my yuri post/adventures. For older works I'm halfway through Nijigahara Holograph. I don't like it that much, Asano Inio has never done anything for me, and then I'm reading Pink by Okazaki Kyoko, which I adore, although I've only read a few chapters so far (I had to put it on hold since I couldn't find all of them earlier in the summer, but now I got them and I'm excited to continue!!!).

current obsession: That new Hunter x Hunter promotional video brought back all my Hunter x Hunter feels... It's horrible... It's one of those series I have to keep some distance to, because if I don't I literally cannot function, I spend all day thinking and crying over it. It's the same with NO.6 (which also made a return to my life in the form of Nendoroids) and Kaze to Ki no Uta. Besides that, I've been getting into and reading a whole lot of josei manga, which has been a lot of fun! Okazaki Kyoko (mentioned above) has become a new favourite author of mine, her stories are very raw and real. Moyoco Anno has a similar style, and I'm interested in checking out more works from Yamashita Tomoko. There's also Okazaki Mari, who I've heard and seen good things from! I've spent almost all summer reading, whenever I wasn't working or being social, and I'd love to continue, there's so much I want to get into!!

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[feverishly-kpop]

Ateez Performance Line - Part 2

After two days of being laid up with the flu, Wooyoung’s condition still hadn’t improved, leaving Yunho and Mingi to continue working on the choreography for the last three songs. With their deadline looming, they agreed they’d have to put in some extra hours to finish within the week. It had become apparent to both of them how much smoother the process was as a team of three than when one member was missing. The possibility of not finishing hadn’t even been considered when they started, but without Wooyoung, they weren’t so confident anymore.

Yunho looked at his watch, realizing that it was already midnight. “Mingi, we’ve been at this since 9:00 this morning. I don’t know how much more I can do” he said honestly.

“I know,” Mingi replied, grabbing his water bottle. “But if we don’t finish this section tonight, there’s no way we’ll be able to get the other two songs done in time.”

“Wooyoung might be able to come back in a few days to help us finish” Yunho said optimistically. “We get a lot more done when he’s here.”

Mingi sighed and shook his head. “Hongjoong-hyung said that he has to be fever-free for 24 hours before he can even think about coming back to work. And Seonghwa-hyung said that his temperature hasn’t gone down much at all over the last couple days, not to mention he can’t keep anything down. Even once his fever breaks, he’ll probably need a few days to get his strength back.”

Wether he liked it or not, Yunho knew that Mingi was right, and there wasn’t any way around it. Hongjoong had already asked if they could get a few extra days but, unfortunately that wasn’t a possibility.

“What if we brought in Sannie? Or Yeosang?” Yunho asked.

“Yunho, I know you’re tired. I am too. But bringing in somebody who’s never worked with us in this capacity and doesn’t know our process? That’s not going to help anything” Mingi responded. “We just have to get to the end of this section, then we’ll go home. An hour more, two tops.”

Yunho nodded and stood up, ready to get back to work. He figured that the sooner they got back to it, the sooner they’d be done.

*~*~*~*~*~

By 1:30 AM, they had gotten through what had set out to accomplish and decided to call it a day.

“What time do you want to start tomorrow?” Mingi asked as he slid on his coat. Yunho rolled his eyes at that.

“Can we not think about that right now?” He responded with a bit of edge to his voice. “We literally haven’t even left and you already want to talk about tomorrow?”

Mingi knew Yunho well enough to know that his attitude with coming from a place of exhaustion, not anger. “I know, it sucks” he said simply. Yunho sighed, feeling guilty for snapping, but Mingi continued. “You can shower first when we get home.”

“I’m sorry,” Yunho muttered as Mingi closed the door behind them.

“Nothing to apologize for. Just get some sleep tonight” Mingi responded, locking the studio up for the night.

*~*~*~*~*~

Yunho was woken up the next morning by San. “Mingi asked me to get you up” he said apologetically after having heard Yunho finally go to bed around 2:30 that morning.

“What time is it?” Yunho asked hoarsely, his voice still heavy with sleep.

“It’s 7:00 AM” San responded, helping Yunho untangle himself from his covers. He couldn’t help but notice how exhausted Yunho was, or how pale his face had gotten since he last saw him the morning prior. “Are you feeling okay, Yunho? You don’t look so good” he asked.

“Huh? Yeah I’m fine” Yunho responded. “How is Wooyoung?” He asked, quickly changing the subject.

“Seonghwa-hyung said he slept through the night without getting sick, and his fever is down a bit this morning. They’re just hoping it stays down since it came down yesterday morning before spiking again during the afternoon. He’s been really uncomfortable and…” San continued on, but Yunho stopped following, laying back down.

“Mingi will kill me if you go back to sleep” San said, catching Yunho’s attention again.

“Okay, yeah, sorry, I’ll get up” Yunho responded, sitting up again. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

Seeming satisfied, San patted his head and stood up, leaving him alone to get dressed. Once he heard the doorknob click, he sighed deeply, holding his pounding head in his hands. Yunho knew that San usually kept some pain medicine in his bedside table, so he quickly got up and rummaged around the the drawer until he found the bottle and dry swallowed a couple tablets. As he did so, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. San was right, he did look pretty pale, but then again he had hardly slept that night.

After a few more minutes of getting ready, Yunho wandered into the living room, finding Mingi ready to leave along with Hongjoong.

“Grab something to eat, Yunho,” Hongjoong instructed. “Eden-hyung is waiting for me at the studio so we have to get going.”

Yunho nodded tiredly as he absentmindedly reached for a banana off the counter before following the other two out the door.

*~*~*~*~*~

“I don’t think that would make sense, Yunho…if you want Yeosang on the left at the beginning of this formation, there’s no way he’d be able to get there after finishing the chorus all the way on the right…” Mingi said to Yunho, furiously scribbling on their white board.

“Yeah, sorry, I guess I didn’t think about that,” Yunho replied, subconsciously rubbing his temples. He typically wouldn’t miss those types of details but this wasn’t his first slip up of the day and Mingi couldn’t help but notice.

“Do you want to break for lunch?” Mingi responded tentatively. Yunho nodded lightly in response, eyes still cast down. “Okay, no problem,” Mingi said softly, “I’ll go get some food, why don’t you lie down in the lounge for a bit while I’m gone.”

Mingi felt like he was experiencing deja vu. He could tell that Yunho was trying his best, but he seemed to be all over the place today. After giving it some thought, Mingi decided that he’d see how Yunho was doing after eating some lunch and then he’d figure out what to do from there.

Mingi led Yunho to the lounge where he collapsed onto the couch immediately. As he draped a few blankets over Yunho, who’s eyes were already fluttering closed, his heart sank. As much as he wanted to believe that Yunho was just tired from the long hours they’ve been putting in the last few day, Mingi couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d be choreographing the last few songs independently.

By the time Mingi got back, Yunho was fast asleep, his body curled up, looking impossibly tiny. Mingi knelt down beside him, pulling the blankets up before laying his palm on Yunho’s forehead, finding him feverish to the touch.

There was no use in waking Yunho up at this point, so Mingi gathered up their food and quietly left Yunho to rest, flipping the “do not disturb” placard on the lounge door. After dropping his own lunch in the dance studio, Mingi proceeded to Hongjoong’s studio to let him know that Yunho would need a ride home.

*~*~*~*~*~

Hongjoong and Eden had been working on mixing a few tracks for the upcoming album when Mingi knocked on the door and entered with a dark look on his face.

“Hey, we were just about to take a break if you and Yunho want to join” Hongjoong said, closing his laptop.

Mingi shook his head as he dropped Yunho’s lunch on the desk where Eden was sitting. “Thanks, but I have to keep working. Yunho’s not feeling well, he’s asleep in the lounge. Can you arrange him a ride home? I’m sorry, I just really have to get back. I’ve got just about two and a half songs to get through and…”

“Mingi,” Hongjoong interrupted, “it’s okay. We’ll take care of Yunho. Just focus on the choreography.” Mingi nodded and left without another word.

*~*~*~*~*~

Hongjoong let out an audible sigh and he opened the lounge door, finding Yunho asleep, his face pale besides the bright flush in his cheeks. He knelt down beside him, trying to wake him without startling him.

As Yunho opened his eyes, he glanced around, confused to see Hongjoong in front of him and Eden walking through the door with his coat and bag.

“Shit, I have to get back to work” Yunho muttered, but made no attempt to get up.

“No, Yunho-ah, I’m going to take you home. You’re sick” Hongjoong replied, rubbing Yunho’s shoulder.

“Mingi needs me” he attempted to argue weakly, struggling to keep his eyes open.

“Mingi needs you to rest, so you can recover quickly” Eden interjected. “Now let’s get you up so Hongjoong-hyung can get you home and back to bed.”

Eden had just about gotten Yunho bundled up in his jacket and ready to meet the driver downstairs when Yunho stopped in his tracks, diving toward the waste bin against the wall. Hongjoong knelt down with him, trying to comfort him until Yunho seemed to be done vomiting.

“Maybe you guys should just take the bin with you, just in case…” Eden said as he helped Yunho off the floor. Hongjoong nodded, carrying it at an arms length as Eden all but dragged an exhausted Yunho to the car.

Once they had reached the car, Hongjoong helped Yunho from Eden’s arms into the backseat. “I’m sorry, hyung,” Yunho repeated to Eden, trying to bow politely before Eden reached out to stop him.

“It’s okay, Yunho, just focus on getting better. Get lots of rest and listen to your hyungs” he replied, closing the door as Hongjoong walked around to the opposite side of the car.



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[skylarmoon71]

Eobard Thawne - (Flash) AU Chapter 9

The next couple days are a bit tense. No one knows when or where Godspeed will attack. It feels like they are extra vigilant. Especially Eobard. The more time passes the angrier he gets and you can tell it’s starting to have a strain on the team.

When you walk into the lab one evening to the four of them in a circle pulling straws, you’re confused.

“What are you guys doing?”

Iris jumps.

“N-Nothing!”

You can’t believe this.

“Are you guys really pulling straws to see who gets to talk to Eobard!”

Barry rubs the back of his neck. Cisco and Caitlin don’t even look guilty.

“You have to admit he’s been a little overbearing. Yesterday I went out for lunch without telling him and he bit my head off. I can’t control my stomach!!” Barry complains. You sigh.

“I’ll talk to Eobard.”

You can see the wave of relief on their faces.

“That’s great. He’s madly in love with you so whatever you say he’s gonna eat it up.” Barry responds. Caitlin smacks his shoulder.

“What! It’s true.”

These people will never stop being your biggest source of entertainment.

As promised, that evening you invite Eobard over to your apartment. You told him it was to discuss the plans that will be implemented for Godspeed. When he walks through your door, he’s wearing that stoic expression.

“I’m glad at least some of us are taking this seriously. “ It’s not surprising that he has a very thick folder in his hand. Along with his laptop.

“I’ve been tracking his movements from the last time in hopes that it’ll give us an idea of where he’s holding up. He must be supercharging his speed somehow. If we can figure out the materials he’d need, maybe we can form a profile of where he’ll be next.” Eobard sits on your couch, opening his laptop as he spreads the papers along the table and gets right to work.

This might be harder than you thought. You stride over to the couch, taking a seat next to him.

“Eobard, how about you take a break.”

“We don’t have time for breaks.” His eyes are focused as he’s typing away on his laptop.

“Come on, I’ll make you a nice smoothie and we can just watch a movie or something.”

“I’ve got to finish this profile.” He’s still not truly listening. So you take matters into your own hands. You take the laptop from his hands, closing in and placing it on the table.

“What are you doing!”

“I’m trying to stop you from going down this rabbit hole. You’ve been working non stop for the past week. You need a break. The team needs a break.”

Recognition crosses his face.

“Is that why you invited me here? I can’t believe that you all actually had an intervention. Have I become so annoying that you felt like you had to butter me up. Sorry I’m such a nuisance. But it’s clear I’m the only one who’s focused on what’s really important. ” He looks upset.

“And what’s important?”

“Are you kidding me! IT’S PROTECTING YOU!” He’s never really yelled at you before. You can tell he’s apologetic the second the words come out. But you aren’t swayed. Eobard looks down.

“I’m sorry I..” He’s not sure what words to use. You just shift closer, taking his hand gently in yours.

“I know you’re scared. I understand.” His shoulders drop.

“Everytime that he’s shown up I’ve just been..useless..” He sounds defeated. You’ve seen that expression before. It holds so much weight in your eyes.

“When you lost them you were so broken. I told myself that I would be there to stop him, but he came back and I was the first one down. You fought him with everything you had and all I could do was watch as he almost killed you. Every time I’ve been completely and utterly at his mercy. I keep failing you…I-I can’t protect you..”

“You can!”

This time, it’s you who needs to provide comfort.

“Ever since I’ve gotten here you’ve done nothing but put my needs first. You’ve protected me. Looked out for me. Even after I’d literally knocked you out you still came back and gave me an opening to pummel you some more.” He laughs softly, despite the troubles you know he’s had to deal with over this matter. It’s time to make a confession of your own.

“I-I feel safe when you’re here.”

That statement has no doubt caught him by surprise.

“When you’re with me I feel protected. I need you to know that.”

Your life has taken a crazy turn from the moment you woke up here. But Eobard has made it a little less lonely. Not something you ever saw happening.

“You’re not just saying that to make me feel better right?” You giggle, shaking your head.

“I’m not.”

He’s wearing that look of adoration that always seems to be directed at you.

“It’s been a while since it was just the two of us.” You point out.

He looks down.

“I guess it has.”

You know that he’s still been very cautious. Ever since he kissed you that night, he hasn’t initiated anything further. You inch just a bit closer, and he looks up.

“(Y/N)..y-you don’t have to-”

“I want to.” You murmur.

If you’re being completely honest, had Godspeed not shown up, you would have made a move sooner. Your eyes mark his lips, and you move in slowly. The second your lips touch you can feel Eobard’s body relax. It’s just a gentle brush. You pull back far too quickly for his liking. When you part, you just watch the dazed expression on his face. His breathing is a bit shallow. He gulps, because you’re still so close.

“I-I should probably get going.”

You shake your head, climbing into his lap.

Eobard isn’t very sure where to put his hands. He looks so adorably flustered.

“I-I..Uh..” His little ramble is the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

“It’s okay, Eobard. You can touch me. It’s alright.”

He’s not sure he can trust himself to stay in control if this goes any further. Your tender encouragements aren’t helping. You guide his hands to your hips, and he follows your lead. If nothing but to keep himself grounded.

“(Y/N) I-”

You cup his cheeks, keeping his focus completely on you.

“I’m not afraid of you Eobard. “

He searches your eyes for any doubt. He’s been hoping for this progress since before he could remember. For you to look at him the same way he’s always looked at you. To return the feelings that've been bubbling in his chest from the moment he decided to protect.

You blink, and now you’re on your back. You’re stunned at the want in his eyes. More than anything he looks like he’s still trying to convince himself that it’s real. You smile, reaching up and running your fingers behind his ear, brushing the soft strands of blond hair.

“I think I might be falling for you Eobard Thawne.”

Those words he’s longed to hear, you see the happiness in his eyes, as he leans down, kissing you. Your hand drifts to his hair, legs wrapping around his hips. Eobard holds you close. In his mind he thinks that if he lets go, then this will all just be a dream.

His kisses hold what you can only describe as pure unfiltered love. You try to pour every ounce of your feelings to match his. Because he’d done the impossible. He’d managed to break down your walls. It’s no secret that you’ve always been guarded. Even before this happened.

The last person you expected to see you, love you was Eobard. Regardless of the timeline or reality. But he had. This man who you’d judged from the second your eyes laid on him has loved you selflessly. You moan when his thumb glides over your hip. Eobard keeps you pinned to the couch, the weight of his body triggering every explicit fantasy you’ve ever had.

Eobard parts, but doesn’t stop. His lips have found another path. They run along your neck, and his hands are traveling under your blouse.

“Eo..bard..”

It’s a shaky helpless moan, one he responds to cupping your breasts. You buck into him, and he bites back a moan.

“I need to stop.”

He’s lecturing himself to take it slow. But when he moves back to gather his wits, he sees your aroused expression. It’s like fuel to the fire. You’re begging him not to stop. Your legs are still locked around his waist, so he can’t truly move. Not that he wants to. His hands get busy undoing the buttons of your shirt, and you just watch. You let him do whatever he wants. When it’s opened, your chest is rising and falling in rhythm with his breaths.

He lowers, leaving a kiss just above your bust as he slowly makes his way down. Your fingers get lost in his golden locks. Your legs tremble, and when he gets to the top of your jeans, you look down at him through hooded eyes.

“I should stop..”

There’s a bit of uncertainty in his voice. You bite your lip, shaking your head as you practically beg him not to.

He closes his eyes, because that is too much to his senses.

There’s no way things will stop here.

That’s what you hoped.

Unfortunately the universe has other plans, because you sound of what you can only assume is a breach opens above. You squeal, and Eobard is quick to pull you out of the way when a body falls from the ceiling. You’re hiding behind Eobard to cover your naked torso. The breach closes, and a head pops out from the other side of the couch. Whoever it is jumps to their feet, and when he’s fully upright, you gape.

You recognize the design on his suit.

“Barry…”

#eobard thawne #au #fluff #feelings #friendship #Barry Allen #flash #multiverse #powers #speedsters #Heroes #villains #saving #cute

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

Wifey comes home today and the dogs don't know it so they officially hit peak wretched baby behavior yesterday and have slumped into depressed baby behavior today. I do have work today but it's my short day so I'm thinking after I'm done with work and before I head to the airport with doggos to pick up wifey, I'll wash dishes and dogs.

That way wifey doesn't feel like the house is exactly as she left it you know? I definitely know it's not in worse shape I was very careful to always clean up my presence, but I want her to not have to clean up things that were here a week ago when she left either cuz that sucks and just because I was busy and had a hard time getting around to them shouldn't make them her problem. Most things like that aren't a big deal, or are things we specifically planned for (e.g. she emptied the litterbox right before she left and it's self cleaning so it only needs to be done once a week) but the dishes were a fluke that snuck by us in the last couple days before she left and then I literally never once had the spoons to get to them (heh) while Wifey was gone. Which I expected! I kinda figured that I would either do them all on Friday or maybe if I was very lucky do 1 round a dayon the others. So at least I'm on schedule lol.

Anyway, I did also clean the tub this week, and pick up the laundry in the bathroom, so I figure I might also do a quick wipe down in bathroom (sink, toilet, tub, sweep floors, take out trask) since it usually only takes 15 minutes and would make the whole room look really nice at this point. That plus shiny dishes and dogs is bound to make wifey happy coming home.

Anyway, my morning plans are as follows:

throw chili in the crock pot for dinner tonight

maintenance clean of bathroom

first round of dishes

take out the bedroom and bathroom trashes

refill pet water fountains

Extra Credit: unpack the monthly grocery grocery delivery and confirm their allergen listings

So far I'm over 100% on my tasks today and feeling great about it!

In the next hour I've got some work tasks to do, a little documentation stuff to prep for the day basically, and then it's off the the races for my short day with clients, my one on one, and then me getting the dogs ready for the evening!

Managed to finish all of my work prep stuff even the thing I was sure I wouldn't manage! So yay to that! We're still at "all essential AND all extra credit tasks completed" for each phase of my day so far, though obviously I'm not gonna elaborate on the work stuff for privacy reasons.

Feeling good about the day, feeling good about my ability to get shit down now that I've been back on my meds for a week, feeling pretty good overall! I do think I might be headed for a no show today but I'm fine with that because it'll just give me an extra 45 min for dishes and one less note to write before I switch over to household tasks this afternoon.

I am contemplating doing an extra credit task of throwing on new sheets and remaking the bed fresh and clean for wifey since Jaxxine crunched her yams all over this one all week on top of chewing on the fitted sheet like a pacifier to calm herself lol. But we'll see how that goes.

I've managed to get both blankets into the wash, and the quilt is already in the dryer, so I figure I'm definitely remaking the bed now. I'm most of the way through the tough jobs and then all that's left is the easy or fun ones. I do have to leave in about 3 hours tho, so I'm definitely running low on time. Gotta prioritize a bit and wittle down my remaining tasks. Dinner's all set but for some rice if we decide to make it. I may just empty the dish rack and not worry about washing a 3rd load unless I finish everything else in time. Jaxx definitely needs a bath next, then the tub a wipe down, the pets fed, and me a shower. At that point we're likely to be ok the edge of time so I'm thinking remake the bed and then kitty fun den and then prep the dogs for our trip.

After work plans are as follows:

2-3 more rounds of dishes 1 more round of dishes

bathe the lassie (START WITH THE LAD)

Feed the dogs dinner

bathe self

wipe down tub

build kitty fun den with dinner and treats

pick up wifey from her trip

Extra Credit: wash the blankets dry the blankets

Extra Credit: remake the bed with fresh sheets and blankets