#sheryll will be back right

[steviesummer]

inspired by and as a direct follow up to this post by @strangersteddierthings:

Eddie is horrified. He remembers the day Steve is referring to, though clearly not as well as Steve does. He calls out as Steve raced up the stairs and hears his door slam.

“Fuck.” He stares blankly at the wall in front of him. He can’t believe things went so bad so quickly. He’s been trying to get to know Steve better, get closer and damn if he didn’t just blow the hole thing. He’d shown up early, told Steve he needed to prepare as an excuse to spend some time with him. Despite everything that happened over spring break, Steve had remained guarded, standoffish no matter what Eddie tried. At least now he knew why. He’d fucked things up before he’d known there was something to fuck up.

He feels even worse about calling him a bully. Sure, Steve had looked the other way and even laughed at some of the mean jokes others had made, but he was far from the worst. That dubious award went to Billy Hargrove, but even without him, there was plenty of people who did far worse than Steve did. Especially because Steve is right. He did hit first, metaphorically at least. He can justify it all he wants as trying to protect himself, but that doesn’t make it right. Steve all but admitted that as he said the same thing. He feels nauseous at the realization that maybe he was just as bad as those he decried. That for all his talk about accepting outcasts and defying convention, he was just as prejudiced. Swallowing hard, he heads back to the dining room and looks at the clock. There is no way he is going to be able to run the campaign today. He’s not going to be able to focus or even play without thinking about how things might have been if he hadn’t driven Steve off all those years ago. He grabs the phone and dials Gareth’s number. “Emerson house, Sheryl speaking.” “Hi Mrs. Emerson, it’s Eddie.” Eddie is proud that he manages to keep his voice even. “Is Gareth there?” “Oh, yes! Let me go get him for you.” “Thanks Mrs. Emerson.” Eddie focuses on breathing while he waits. “Eddie? Hey man, what’s up?” Eddie breathes out. “Hey Gareth. Look, I know its last minute, but we’re gonna have to postpone Hellfire. Something came up.” He could hear Gareth’s frown through the phone. “Postpone? What happened, did Harrington do something?” As if he couldn’t feel worse. “Nah. I’ll explain later, but can you call Jeff and Frank, let them know? I gotta call the freshman, too.” “Alright, but I’m going to hold you to that.” “Fair enough. Talk to you tomorrow.” Eddie promises before hanging up. He weighs his options for how to tell the Party. Eventually, he decides on calling Mike, know that the younger teen won’t push too much. He’s dialing the Wheeler home before he can second guess his decision. “This is Mike.” Eddie feels a rush of gratitude that Mike is the one who answered, rather than Nancy or one of their parents. “Hey Mike, it’s Eddie. Listen, Steve’s not feeling great and having Hellfire here isn’t going to help. Can you call the rest of the Party, let them know we’re gonna move it to another day? I’ll keep an eye on Steve.” Eddie knows Mike is a confused, given how adamant he’s been in the past about not canceling or moving Hellfire, but as he expected, Mike accepts what he says at face value. “Sure. Need us to bring anything?” “Nah, I’ve got it. Pretty sure he just needs some peace and quiet so he can rest. But thanks.” They say their goodbyes and Eddie puts the phone back on the hook.  With that done, he checks that the door is locked and faces the stairs. Now for the hard part. He’s not sure what he’s going to say, if there is anything he can say that will fix this, but he has to try. Even if doesn’t change things between him and Steve, Steve deserves at least that much. Every step feels like it takes effort, chest heavy with guilt, but it only takes him a few moments to get to Steve’s door. It’s closed, which doesn’t surprise him. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts before knocking. Nothing. “Steve?” If it wasn’t for the quiet sound of Steve’s breathing he could hear through the door, Eddie would think he had left. He glad that he at least didn’t drive Steve out of his own home. He rests his forehead on the door. “I’m sorry.” Eddie hopes Steve can hear how much he means it. “You’re right, I fucked up. I made an assumption and took out my anger at other people on you. And that wasn’t fair and it’s not okay. But I want you to know that I’m sorry. Even if it wasn’t you, I shouldn’t have done that.” He lets out a hysterical laugh as he realizes - “And despite that, you still humor the kids when they talk about D&D and agreed to let us play here and didn’t punch me in the face, which makes you a better man than I.” He falls silent, listens as Steve’s breathing slows. He isn’t sure how long he stands there. He wonders how many other people he hurt this way, without even realizing. Knows he wants to do better, be better. He sighs, feeling his shoulders slump. “Anyway, I canceled Hellfire for today. I told everyone something came up, don’t worry about that. I’ll make up some story, make sure they know its not your fault. And uh,  let me know if you want to hang out again or something. I know I’ve been around a lot; didn’t realize that I was making you so uncomfortable, which is probably another thing I should apologize for. Anyway. Yeah. I’ll see you around, okay?” He waits a moment for an answer, but when none comes, he backs away from the door and walks downstairs to gather his stuff. It hurts, but he knows Steve deserves space and to be the one to initiate contact. He has some thinking to do, anyway.

#steddie #my writing #fic #legit read that fic like 6 times in a row and had to write a follow up #have a handful of extra pieces as well #or thoughts anyway #like steve telling eddie about christopher #and eddie helping steve make a character and play in the future #after lots of talking and eventually getting together #his character is a dwarf paladin named after christopher #i haven't written in forever this felt so good #barely proofread so apologies for any mistakes

[obxsprincess]

imagining mattheo and bratty, girly kitty reader because she deserves a tiara

🎀₊˚ʚ ᗢ🐈‍⬛₊˚✧ ﾟ.

your the slytherin princess, all prissy meow, no claw. every single one of the slytherin boys would do really anything for you really, your dark whiskery lashes, and sweet purry voice — they always make sure your safe n sound. though they’ll always do the same for pansy, your bestfriend, they treated you like overbearing older brothers, cus your all of theirs little sweet spot. which is all nice n all until mattheo recruits all of his “brothers” (they five jokingly call eachother) to watch you like eagles if he leaves to get you one of those fruity drinks you love sipping on, dumbly unaware mattheos been giving you sheryl temples the whole party. they all just pray you keep your mean little complaints to your boyfriend, who technically told them to watch you — even they are scared of your bratty ferocious switch. (which even just convinced youve been drinking can trigger, frighteningly)

but whilst all of them protect you, its mattheos whos name you would wear on a pink collar. instead you settled with a fluttery eye roll, for the shiny gold necklace with his full name printed on the little shiny heart! — always sitting between your pushed up breasts. the curly haired brunette does keep the collar as a mental note though. future reference — and also to make you happy. he really does hate admitting but your too cute to say no too — trying not to make it too obvious its because he loves you. which you definitely does, admits it every single time you give him that candy rotting tail-swinging smile.

your his fake eyelashed kitty, and he throws it in every guys face wherever you two go — whether its grabbing your waist arrogantly while you walk ditsily down the halls, cheekily unaware of all the thirsty stares stuck on your plushy hips. or you wiggling in your seat, pussy all sticky, pouting because the throbbings so much its practically purring — doing it just so your all over him, whining and mewling, in front of whoever he pleases. he loves showing you off, but mattheo definitely could do without your bullshit excuse of fashion — or merely the lack of. cus you were not shy showing off your body. you loved making things prettier ! the ‘stylized’ slytherin skirt proudly showing half your heart shaped ass, you just loved the freedom it gave you to pounce around. most of the time, mattheo had to block the view of your frilly underwear flashing when you bend down, all oblivious to the nice pantied cunt eye full he gets. “m’flexible see matty!” huffing with a frustrated breath, “yea yea, guess so kitty — y’stay stretched like that for a good few minutes… s’good for your back or something like that” he unashamedly always takes a peak n your usually to obvious to even notice, too busy giving him your triumphant scrunch.

it’s a complete understantment to say you bounce on him like a cat to a mouse — so teary eyed and cotton panties soaked if you get a glimpse of his biceps or even just his raspy morning voice has something pretty achy n purring, your ghost whiskers twitching. (his back is always covered in your pink french nailed claw marks </3) he fucking hates but does with your whiny fits. trying to satisy his need to taste you between your sqeezing thighs and all you do is moan for his cock. only after cumming three times on mattheos greedy muscle do you shut up — not like he’ll ever complain, he’d never stop fucking into your pretty soppy heat if he had the choice. now when your being too needy, or bugging him as if he can bend you over right there in class, he has no problem sending you off what a swat to the ass n a growl to meet him on his bed, he deals with your neediness. n your always eager to oblige — all fours n pussy up. how else does he take out his anger but in you, on you?

being the girly princess you are I feel like you’d be a cheerleader too! mattheo the star seeker and you his excitedly cheering (kitty) bimbo — hes only ok with your cute tail like swinging ass showing when your squealing his name for the whole school to hear. telling you your his lucky charm, sparkly eyeshadow forever messy when he pulls you into the locker room with him. “you know it’s real hard being a seeker when I cant take my eyes off you, damn look at you baby girl — I’ve already found everything I ever need princess,” mattheos no doubt a slut for cheesy romance before rearranging your guts.

mattheos also your personal purse. except with a lot less frilly pink designs — and you also don’t wanna jump and ride a normal purse into complete bliss. but still! his hands are always full, either with your glossy lipgloss to reapply every five minutes to your puffy lips, pink coverups/sweaters that you toss of abruptly cus they get too hot, or in his perverted needs, offering to hold ‘his girls’ with a mischievous smirk — cus if only takes a little convincing to your pretty head to have you compliant to his shameless, pussy whipped, self, and sometimes they do hurt real bad. mattheos such a good boyfriend ! leaning you back mewling so he can take care them off your hands.

overall you can tell him off whenever needs be. (only you, n you only can tell the son of voldemort to knock it off n not get hurt dcbgyhyf) mattheo even sometimes tries to be extra teasing, which is mean in your glaring lashed kitty eyes — ogling when you bare your verbal fangs n hiss he gets instantly hard at the sight. mattheo still arrogantly remembers the time you beat of an overly flirty raven claw girl, his sweetheart, cat clawing a overstepping bitch — he had to stop himself from cumming right then and there. coyly letting you to kitty lick it right off <3 mattys just as much yours as your his.

. 🎀₊˚ʚ ᗢ🐈‍⬛₊˚✧ ﾟ.

#kitty!reader #mattheo riddle prompt #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle scenarios #mattheo riddle x you #matteo riddle x reader #matteo riddle x you #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle imagine #matteo riddle #slytherin boys #slytherin boy prompt #mattheo riddle x y/n

[flanaganfilm]

hi mike! since finishing bly "i shall believe" by sheryl crow has been on heavy rotation in my music and it always brings me right back to seeing that breathtaking closing frame for the first time. i was wondering if you could share any reasoning, if any, there was for that being the closing music for the show? thanks!

I first heard "I Shall Believe" in a movie called The Pallbearer in 1996. I became low-key obsessed with the song that whole year. It was a song that hid fathoms under its deceptive simplicity, and it always cast a mournful, romantic spell on me. For a long time, I knew I wanted to use it in something, but didn't have the right kind of story - I needed a story that ached a certain way. I started thinking of it for Bly while I was writing the pilot. We didn't have much of a budget for needle drops, so I was initially encouraged to leave my options open. With Hill House I'd insisted on using "Heavenly Day" and "If I Go I'm Goin'" before the scripts for those episodes were even finished, but in this case the producers wanted to wait and see how the show developed. Bly was a love story, and a love story walks a razor's edge when it comes to tone. The first cut of the finale used a different song, something much more generic, and I knew it was going in the wrong direction. I put "I Shall Believe" in, and recut the sequence to the structure of the song, and suddenly everything worked. I told them that we absolutely had to that song, and everyone agreed when they saw the cut.

I love that song.

#the haunting of bly manor #sheryl crow #I shall believe

[izzyspussy]

re: those fic ideas always going around about roy bidding on jamie at the next for the children gala

i like imagining sheryl is out for fucking blood this time. she lost jamie that year, then he wasn't there the next (two?) year(s), so now she's fucking determined. she's going to get him god damn it.

so sheryl bids like £6k or whatever, and then keeley as a sort of nostalgic thing bids £8k, and then sheryl bids £10k and there's no bex this year so it seems like maybe that's going to be that, but then roy bids. (he would have stayed out of it if keeley kept bidding, she is an acceptable winner.)

and roy. he's not lazy, obviously, but he hates tedium, he hates repeating himself, he hates attention except for what he wants attention for specifically lmao, and he's got plenty of money to burn. he has something to get done and he wants it done quickly and decisively. so instead of doing normal bids like a normal person, whatever sheryl bids he fucking doubles it.

so he bids £20k. she bids £25k. he bids £50k. she's getting frustrated, she's not into paying this much, but she's fucking determined!! she wants him!!! so she bids £51k. roy bids £102k. everyone's like.... bro omg.

jamie up on stage is like that's so much fucking money. hey, rebecca? hey? that's so much fucking money, actually. that's enough. call it. he gets it, he won. that's so much fucking money. (and like it's part genuine, that really is SO much fucking money, and jamie may be rich now but he grew up poor and that is a lot of fucking money!! but also it's a great excuse to wrap this up, to say okay roy won it's over! and get down.)

and rebecca - slightly shell shocked tbh, but also kind of reading how eager jamie is to get down - is like okay yeah he won that's it. a date with jamie tartt sold to roy kent for 102,000 fucking pounds. and she sends jamie on his way, and there's a lull between him and the next person because everyone is sort of stuck here.

because obviously, no one in this room knows why roy bid, nevermind why he would bid so fucking much. they don't know he didn't necessarily want to win so much as he wanted to make sure no one else did. they don't know he's been haunted by the joke he and keeley made back then ever since he figured out why it was so upsetting to jamie - even though, to be perfectly frank, jamie hasn't figured that out himself, and anyway it didn't make a lasting impression on him, like, it honestly was not that big of a deal in reality, but you know roy kent, any chance he gets to feel like a bad guy he's taking it. so to the outside point of view, roy wanted jamie so bad he was willing to spend £102k to get him. which is honestly a wild bid from anyone, nevermind a) a man and b) a man who could just ask jamie to hang out whenever he wants.

jamie goes right over to him as soon as he gets down from the stage, and he thanks him, and roy tells him he's just making up for last time, and jamie hardly even remembers what he's talking about but it's really fucking nice of him to even care, so he gives him a hug and he says thanks again, not just for this, and roy says he's been fucking honored, and jamie tears up and calls him a prick because they both know he knew that would happen if he said that, and roy does his sinister little laugh because he meant it but he did also do that on purpose, yeah.

and then jamie's like move i'm gay to whoever is sitting next to roy so he can take that seat, because roy just paid £102k (and made quite the grand gesture) so his date with jamie starts right now and goes for as long as roy fucking wants it to thank you very much.

#jack facts #ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #royjamie #hc

[alloftheimaginesblog]

webcam {peter parker}

inspired by a post by @dailyau

We're the only two with our cameras on on this Zoom call and you are so pretty AU

character: peter parker x female reader

For college, you had enrolled in an extra advanced bioscience course, it helped to get your grade up and it was only two hours a week. It was a Saturday morning so it took up a small part of your weekend but it covered 10% of your overall grade so you were happy to do so. It was a lot of just listening to the tutor explain things and the PowerPoints were always sent to you afterwards so all you had to do was show face and you could catch up on the reading at a later date.

You were sitting at your desk trying your best to look interested as the tutor droned on and on. You noticed that you and one other person had your cameras on, aside from the lecturer. His name was Peter, you read off his screen. He looked to be around your age and looked as interested in the course as you did. He was tapping his pencil against his lip as his other hang ran through his hair. He was quite handsome, you thought before shaking yourself out of thoughts about boys and tried once more to concentrate...

It wasn't long before your eyes wandered back to the mysterious Peter.

Peter Parker sat with his eyes glued to the screen trying to look interested but all he could focus on was you. You weren't doing the same course and he'd not seen you around campus so he could only assume you went to a different college too. You were... gorgeous. He couldn't concentrate on anything but the grainy image of you with your hair in a messy bun and the way your nose scrunched in concentration.

He cleared his throat, rubbing a tired hand over his face as he tried to stop staring at you. He grabbed his latest spider trinket and began to fiddle with it but it didn't take long before his eyes found their way back to you. You were sipping some coffee was it? Tea? He wondered if you liked coffee, what kind of coffee was your favourite? A latte? Black? Maybe he could take you out for coffee.

Feeling a little brave, Peter moved his mouse so that the cursor hovered over your video. "(y/n)..." He murmured softly, "pretty." His eyes darted to the mute button just making sure he was definitely muted before he right clicked on your video. A list of options appeared and Peter selected Send Message.

For about ten minutes, he typed, deleted and retyped a message over and over again. Peter never did anything like this, he wasn't usually so brave or so bold but maybe it was the coffee he'd downed at 8am but he was sending you something, he just wasn't sure what. Eventually he settled for something and with a deep breath he hit Send.

Peter Parker: @(yourname) hi so this is random and hopefully not weird but it's just me and you with webcams on and i just want to tell you that you are so unbelievably pretty. I'm Peter. Peter Parker by the way.

He waited with baited breath and could see the moment you read the message as a wide smile crept onto your face and your hand pressed against your face bashfully. He grinned.

"Mr Parker," the lecturer's voice sounded, breaking his happiness, "I appreciate that you this Miss (Y/L/N) is unbelievably pretty but please send her these messages using the private function. Right click and select Send Private Message... And do it out with my lesson. Thank you."

Peter's face fell and his cheeks immediately turned bright red, "Oh, fuck!" He hissed as he scrambled up to sit up straighter in his seat. Quickly he hit the unmute button, "I am so, so sorry!" He panicked, "I-I'm sorry!"

The lecturer rolled their eyes but the hint of a smile was on his face as he continued.

Messages pinged in which made Peter hide his head in his hands.

Helen L.: lmao cringe parker

John P: he's right, she's pretty

Sheryl M: i'd die if that happened to me smh

Jadyn A: yo pete sorry that happened my guy

Peter spared a glance at the screen to see that you were fanning at your face, you must've been rather embarrassed by that all too. Peter debated whether or not to send you an apology message, he hadn't meant to put you in the centre of attention like that but a minute later, a message dinged from you.

(y/n): This is how you send private messages, dummy.

Peter: im so fucking embarrassed im so sorry

(y/n): Don't be, most exciting thing to happen today. A cute boy calls me pretty? As Charlie Sheen once said... winning.

Peter laughed.

Peter: I meant it. You are seriously the prettiest girl I've ever seen.

(y/n): thank you peter parker. what college are you at

Peter: ESU, you?

(y/n): NYU. You near Brooklyn?

Peter: Queens so yeah decently close, why?

(y/n): well you can't embarrass me like that in front of the whole class and not take me for lunch or coffee or something right? ;)

Peter: seriously? i'd love to! when suits cause i would love to take you out if youre serious

(y/n): here's my number, text me and we can figure it out

Peter: Amazing! I'll text you as soon as this lesson wraps up

He was smiling like an idiot but he noticed that you were too. The last twenty minutes of the lecture dragged in, his foot tapped impatiently on the floor, he was itching to text you, itching to get to know the pretty girl behind the camera. And as soon as the lecturer said goodbye, Peter left the zoom call and grabbed his phone to text you. He hadn't felt this good about something - someone - in a long time so why would he wait? Why not dive in head first?

#one shot #os #imagine #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #reader insert #peter parker imagine #peter parker #marvel #spider-man #spiderman imagine #spider-man imagine #mcu #prompt

[thelightsandtheroses]

2. soak up the sun

Let's Get Lost Chapter 2 | Frankie Morales x female reader

Summary: You and Frankie aren’t together anymore but you’re in a good place. However, spending a week together for your mutual friends’ wedding on a luxury resort might challenge that slightly and realising you’re still in love with your ex is a sure-fire recipe for disaster … Tropes: it was always you, getting back with the ex, beach!Frankie (you know *that* photoshoot) miscommunication, only one bed, good parent Frankie Chapter Warnings: 18+ MDNI, refereneces to past drug addiction, discussions of food, small mentions of various insecurities and body image, passing reference to alcohol, Frankie and the reader are parents to a toddler, past break-ups. Word Count: 2807 Notes: Thank you for the lovely feedback so far - it's meant so much to me and I hope you enjoy this update. I have a lot planned for this fic. The chapter title is from Sheryl Crow's song of the same name.

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There’s nothing quite like a breakfast buffet. Whenever you travel, you can’t help but judge the hotel, judge the entire stay by the quality of the breakfast. If the coffee is good, if the food is fresh and tasty, if it feels welcoming … that’s the magic formula - for you, at least.

After an inauspicious start to your vacation, you’re hoping that the breakfast will be a silver lining, that you can recharge before trying to resolve the room situation.

It was hard to sleep last night. You were so aware of Frankie on the other side of the pillow barrier, so anxious over everything that had gone wrong. You couldn’t play your sleep stories or calming music and your room and bed felt so unfamiliar.

You need to relax.

You need to hold things together for Lia and Clara, because this week is about them and not the messes of your current state of mind or relationship with Frankie.

 Clara is holding Frankie’s hand and happily pulling him ahead as he tries to guide her to the right place.

When you arrive in the veranda, you can see Lia, Benny, Will and Sophie, Wil’s wife, as well as Santiago already occupying a large table. Lia waves you over with a smile.

She immediately pulls you into a hug as you approach and you’re hit with your friend’s comforting presence, her familiar scent of coconut and vanilla. “Finally,” she says, “Now we’re all here.”

You look over to see Frankie giving Santiago a one-armed hug before Santi pays attention to Clara.

“Clara, look at you,” he says, adding in Spanish, “you’re so tall now, huh?” He nods cordially to acknowledge you as you sit next to Sophie. 

“Heard your flight got delayed?” Will asks calmly, his arm casually resting on Sophie’s chair. Sophie’s intelligent and smart and incredibly pretty to boot. You do get on with her, but you can’t help remembering Will and Sophie’s wedding every time you see then. It’s an automatic, almost Pavlovian response that leaves you with a dry throat and sweaty palms. You’re sure she remembers that night too. It was a real lowlight for you and Frankie after all.

  You hope Benny’s wedding will be an improvement.

Surely it can’t be any worse than Will’s?

You break out of your reverie and look over at Will, answering his question, “Yeah, it wasn’t that bad. Only a couple of hours in the end.” You can’t mention the room debacle yet and judging by Frankie’s subtle nod to you, he’s in agreement with you on that. “How’s the coffee?” you ask, the hope palpable in your voice.

“Amazing,” Sophie says, “Really good quality and fresh.” She winks at you, clearly remembering your breakfast litmus test.

Well, that’s something then.

Fifteen minutes later, you’ve almost finished your first cup of coffee, Clara is eating her eggs under her Tio Santi’s careful supervision. It’s funny watching Santi with her; he never struck you as particularly paternal, perhaps because he never seemed to put roots down anywhere, but Clara adores him. She adores all of Frankie’s close friends. Benny is brilliant with her, so’s Will.

Despite Frankie having less and less contact with his biological family over the years, he’s given Clara the gift of his chosen family. You can’t pretend to understand the bond and brotherhood between Frankie, Will, Santi and Benny - it runs deep. It’s enough to know that they’re his brothers. They’ll always be his brothers.

You take a bite of your own breakfast, daring yourself to relax just a little. Sophie’s right - the coffee is good.

Hope loosens the tight thread around your stomach just a fraction.

“What’s your plan for today then?” Lia asks. ”Just settling in?“

“I think someone wants to go to the beach,” you say, indicating Clara.

“A beach day sounds great. We should all go, before things get hectic.”

“Thanks,” you say in a low voice. “What do you need from me over the next few days? I know I’ve been a shitty bridesmaid recently, so just tell me what you need.”

“Right now? We’re good. I’m just so glad you’re here,” Lia says.

It’s peaceful. The steady rhythm of waves flowing and withdrawing barely conceal the soft giggles you can hear from Clara with Frankie a few meters away.

Next to you, Lia and Benny are sunbathing. Lia is lounging against him, a glossy magazine in one hand and what you suspect is a frozen strawberry daiquiri in the other hand. The two of them look like models; skin glowing in the sun, colour coordinated swimwear and sunglasses in place. They’re perfect for each other.

It hits you suddenly; you’re surrounded by couples. Even Santi is off flirting with someone by the water.

You scrunch your toes into the golden sand and exhale slowly.

It’s hard to stop your brain thinking about work for the first few days of a holiday; you find your fingers automatically twitching as they want to reach for a phone or laptop to check emails and messages.

They can cope without you. You know that. It’s just your anxiety, just the corporate machine and it shouldn’t matter. What you should be thinking about is your family, is Lia’s wedding, being a good bridesmaid, a good mother, a good friend and co-parent with Frankie.

You think back to your conversation with the hotel staff before coming to the beach. It turns out there is no alternative room for you or Frankie until the final night of your stay. The hotel is fully booked, so unless one of you stays somewhere else then you’re stuck in the same hotel room for most of the week.

It’s not fair on either of you to be somewhere else either - not when you’re both in the wedding party, both Clara’s parents.

It doesn’t feel like you have much of a choice. 

You’re not sure how to tell Frankie about the conversation you’ve just had with the hotel. It isn’t your fault, not technically, but somehow it feels like another in a long list of failures.

You watch your daughter building a sandcastle. She looks so happy; half covered in sand and clapping her hands in delight as Frankie carefully lifts the sandcastle bucket.  You hold your breath for a second in the hope that one particularly shaky looking turret holds out.

She’s having a great time at least. That’s what you really wanted.

You put your book down, standing up to go and join the two of them.

“Hey Clara, mum’s here,” Frankie says, waving you over with a smile. You can’t help but notice the way sand has slightly stuck to his thigh while he’s been building the castle with Clara and how he’s already unbuttoned his shirt by a scandalous three buttons.

“Hi sweetie,” you say, “that is an amazing sandcastle. Did you build that one all by yourself?”

Clara purses her lips, deep in thought. She looks at Frankie and then at you and for a second she nods then shakes her head. “Daddy helped.”

“Only a bit,” he says kindly.

“Yeah, I can tell someone with an engineering background has been involved,” you joke which earns you one of Frankie’s best smiles. It’s one of the dazzling ones that made you fall in love with him the first time.

“Did uh, everything go okay with -” Frankie begins as he stands up, grimacing briefly and covering it immediately.

“We can talk about it later,” you say, smiling unnaturally brightly and quickly looking at Clara and then the others.

Frankie immediately understands your implications - you watch a range of emotions dance across his eyes before he settles with a similarly bright but false smile.

“It’s not a big deal,” he says. “We’ll be fine. It’s just a week, right?”

You smile weakly and nod. There’s always the bathtub, maybe Frankie was right about that.

You can hear music lightly playing as you and Clara walk back into the hotel room. She’s stifling a yawn, clearly already tired from the day’s events so far. There’s just enough time for you to have a quick shower before you head out for the early family dinner you have planned.

Frankie and you have discussed it in depth and spoken to the hotel babysitting service but you agreed to save that for wedding related events. There’s no reason the two of you can’t work it out between yourselves the rest of the time and ensure at least one of you is with your daughter. Plus, the whole idea’s about giving Clara that family holiday, right?

Frankie’s reading on the bed and looks up at the two of you.

“Hey guys,” he says as Clara immediately bounds towards him.

“Daddy!” she cries, as though they have been separated for weeks not a couple of hours.

He shakes his head, raising an eyebrow at you.

Your only response is a quick shrug. “Do you mind if I have a shower before we head for dinner? I’m thinking if we both use the bathroom before we put Clara to b-well, you know where -”

“Sounds like a plan. I had a shower when I got in, so it’s all yours.”

“Great.”

Frankie places his book face down on the bed and diverts his attention to your daughter.

You loiter for just a moment before heading to the bathroom; you’ve been looking forward to this shower all day. The hotel bathroom is well appointed to say the least and the fancy, rainfall shower with all the attachments and luxurious smelling shampoo has sung to your sun and sand stressed body.

You start to feel relaxed as you wrap the white fluffy towel around your body and continue your self-care routine. Why not allow yourself some small indulgences while you’re on holiday after all?

It’s then you realise that you forgot your clean clothes. You were wearing your  beach clothes when you walked into the bathroom; your costume  is now hanging up to dry after all, taunting you slightly, and your cover up is sheer and oh, you have made a definite mistake here.

You feel the heat rising as you try and think about what to do.

“Frankie, can you just shut your eyes a minute?” you ask, pursing your lips as wrap the towel tighter around yourself.

“Why?” Frankie calls from the room then you hear him make a slightly embarrassed sound as he clearly figures it out. “I mean, it’s okay. It’s fine. Just uh, just tell me when.”

It’s fine, you think, you used to date after all. He’s seen you so many times in far worse states. For a second you remember how things used to be between you and Frankie. At one point, you wondered if there was a surface in your house you hadn’t been with him on. He seemed to take that as a challenge when you asked him.

You can almost hear the echoing laughter and memories as they sweep over you, a wave of emotion, regret, sadness and then finally a sad tang of bitterness.

You take a deep breath. “Okay, now,” you say and then you open the door.

He has his eyes covered with one hand but he has a wicked smirk and you can’t help but wonder if he is peeking, if he thinks you still look … no, this isn’t healthy.

You shuffle around in the towel to try and discreetly change, almost tripping over one of Clara’s toys on the way.

The clatter makes Frankie straighten slightly.

“False alarm,” you say, voice low as an unspoken tension fills the room.

“Good,” he says, one hand still casually covering those eyes.

You finally pull your trousers up and tug the light white top over your shoulders.

“Okay, it’s safe now.”

“Great.” He looks over at you with a slight smile. “You look good, cielo.” The old nickname slips out and his eyes widen, panic filling his face.

The tension in the room thickens. Somehow it feels like you’re in two realities simultaneously; one where Frankie is still yours and this one –  the one where there’s scores of shared memories, pain and change between the last time he called you cielo.

You can’t even remember the last time he called you that.

It’s not as though you knew it was the last time after all. 

“Thanks,” you reply softly, not sure whether to acknowledge the name or not. “You’re not doing too bad yourself.”

He raises an eyebrow at that, his cheeks fiercely colouring,  then he  stands up from the bed - your bed. “We should go get some dinner, huh, Clara?”

The early dinner serving is filled with families like your own. You take a sip of your soda and look out at the beach ahead of you. You think you can see Lia, Benny and the others in the distance, still taking full advantage of their time away from it all.

“You could have got a drink,” Frankie says suddenly and quietly. He looks down and away from you as you look over at him.

“I have a soda,” you reply, furrowing your brow.

“I saw you reading the wine list and the cocktails and - it doesn’t bother me.”

“Frankie, it’s fine.”

“I’m just saying, it won’t upset me or anything, or trigger me. I-I’m in a good place, right now.” He looks at you with his deep soulful and hopeful eyes. You believe him, even fighting against that tiny anxious voice in your mind that remembers the past year.

That doesn’t mean you feel particularly comfortable drinking around him right now though.

“I don’t want a drink tonight,” you say finally, “but thanks, Frankie, for saying that.”

He shrugs. “‘S nothing.”

“No, it’s not. It’s - I’m - we’re all really proud of you, you do know that right?”

His cheeks colour slightly. “You shouldn’t have to be,” he says finally, before turning his attention to Clara in a clear signal the conversation is over.

“I was thinking about the itinerary you sent through.”

“Okay?”

“You didn’t allow yourself much time for yourself.”

“I’m a bridesmaid, Frankie, any time I’m not with Clara, I should -”

“How many books did you bring with you?”

“That’s beside the point.”

“It really isn’t.” Frankie takes a forkful of his rice. “So, how many?”

“Four.” It had been wilfully naive. A combination of the books you kept hearing Lia and other friends talking about, books you’d wanted to read for so long but had gathered dust on your bedside table, and finally one of them was a stress induced purchase at the airport bookstore for the sheer audacity of your flight being delayed.

“Four books?”

“I  probably won’t finish any of them.”

“Why not? You’re not on your own here with Clara and Lia doesn’t need you for every moment you’re not with our kid. I’m here too, sweetheart, so read your books and do it all. Spend tie with Clara, do the wedding shi-stuff, wasn’t that the whole point of this?”

“What about you?” you ask gently, “You should - you should have the same too. I know things have been tough and trust me, if anyone deserves a vacation -”

“We both do.”

“Okay.”

You both watch Clara cheerfully spooning spaghetti and then meet each other’s gaze again.

“I’m glad we’re doing this.”

“Me too.”

“I can’t imagine it’s easy. Maybe I should have got a twin room with Santi.”

“Like he would have let you block his chances with a holiday fling,” you joke.

“That’s why there’s always a bathtub option.”

“Absolutely not. Besides, this is family, right? Benny’s your family, Lia’s as good as mine. And this one,” you indicate Clara. Your daughter who has her dad’s eyes, so many of his features, and yet, so much of yourself too. She’s a blend of the best of you both, you think. “You’re both my family.”

“Same,” he says, looking up at you carefully, “That’s never changed.”

There’s a silence.

“Sweetheart, what do you want to do tomorrow?” you ask Clara, even for her babbling to break the moment.

She takes a deep breath and places her fork down on her plate. Frankie suppresses a giggle at her serious expression. “Well,” she begins.

The two of you raise your eyebrows at each other, the tension broken. The moment’s passed.

You feel muddled on this vacation. There’s something about Frankie looking at you in his vacation clothes, glowing with sobriety and adoring your daughter that makes you feel …. something. Something you’re pretty sure you shouldn’t feel about him.

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[alexfromjersey]

ℕ𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕪 𝔾𝕚𝕣𝕝 - jenna ortega

Stripper!Jenna x Black!G!PReader

summary: to celebrate you being recently released from prison, your siblings take you to a strip club.

warnings: mature language

a/n: blame beyonce for this...might turn this into a series if yall fuck with it enough 👀

“You want to take me where?” You questioned your siblings. One minute, you were focused on doing your job for your first day. The next minute, your siblings were calling you and harassing you about letting them take you out somewhere to celebrate.

Celebrate what you might ask.

You were locked up on drug charges for the last 7 years and you were recently released on parole for good behavior. You were released four months ago and for four months straight, your two brothers and sister kept hounding you to let them throw a party or something. Each time you said no because truthfully, there wasn’t anything to celebrate in your opinion. However, they strongly disagreed.

“To a strip club. One of my homies recommended it to me, it’ll be fun” Your older brother Akeem stated.

“I don’t got no money for no strip club. I just started this job today” You responded and sorted the packages in the truck.

“Don’t worry about that. We got you covered, all you have to do is say yes you’re going” Your younger brother Jeremiah said.

“Nah I’m good, y’all go have fun though” You declined.

You hear your siblings moan and groan out of frustration due to you declining to celebrate again. You just ignored it like usual.

“You irk the shit out of me. You’ve been out for four months and haven’t done a single fun thing yet. I know you’re trying to adjust to the outside world again but a part of adjusting is to have fun. So, come out and let us celebrate being able to hold you again, talk to you face to face and not behind some glass, and be able to experience life again” Your sister Eve ranted.

Even though, you felt the way you felt about being celebrated. Eve was right. Being behind bars for seven years did a number on your mental health, not being able to freely see your loved ones was rough.

You sighed, “If I say yes, will you leave me alone after this?”

“No promises” Akeem smiled.

You rolled your eyes with a smile, “Fine whatever. What time should I be ready?”

Eve, Akeem, and Jeremiah all shouted yes and told you to be ready by 9. You nodded hung up the phone and got back to work.

“What the fuck am I going to wear?”

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You finished your first day at work by 5 and with praise from your supervisor. You worked at FedEx, sorting packages and loading up trucks for deliveries. You were surprised they even hired you since your record. You were rejected from numerous jobs because of it and you were about to give up when they called you.

“Nana I’m home” You called out to your grandmother Sheryl as you entered the house. You took your shoes off by the door and hung your jacket on the hook.

“Hey sweetie, how was your first day?” Sheryl asked.

“It was alright, easy work, easy day” You shrugged and sat on the couch.

“Hmm, that’s good. Your dinner is in the microwave. I got to leave in a minute, I’m going to bingo” Sheryl said.

“Cool” You replied and watched Family Feud on the TV.

“Got any plans tonight?” Sheryl asked.

“I was planning on just taking a shower, eating, and going to bed. But your other grandchildren are dragging me out tonight against my will” You rolled your eyes.

“Oh lord, now don’t you go out and get yourself in trouble fooling with your brothers and sister. You need to stay focused, you hear me” Sheryl demanded.

“Yes ma’am” You replied.

“Alright now,” Sheryl said and turned her attention toward the TV.

You sat there until the Family Feud episode ended and then went to the kitchen. You opened the microwave and grabbed your plate.

“Yes!” You quietly cheered when you saw she made baked chicken, mac and cheese, cornbread, and string beans. You were definitely going to get the itis after eating this. You heat it up and basically inhale the food and sweet ice tea.

Not long after, Sheryl left to go to bingo as you were in the shower. You got dressed in some shorts and a tank top. You went back on the couch and laid across which was technically your bed. The other spare room your grandmother had was already preoccupied by your Uncle who was a truck driver. He was on the road but due to be back in a couple of days.

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You woke up to the sound of your phone constantly ringing and dinging from calls and texts. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and grabbed it from the coffee table.

AK:

come outside

You groan and take a minute to collect yourself before getting up and getting dressed. You put on some loose fit jeans, a white undershirt, a tan long sleeve shirt, and your Timberlands. You make sure your hair is straight and looking good. You also may have stolen some of your uncle’s cologne.

You exit the house, making sure it’s locked up.

“Damn took you forever bitch” Eve commented without looking up from her phone.

“Shut up cornflakes” You replied and smacked her phone out of her hand. Eve sucked her teeth and mumbled an insult under her breath.

“Come on let’s go I’m ready to get a lap dance” Jeremiah bounced excitedly in the passenger seat.

You roll your eyes at your excited brother and got in the backseat next to Eve. Once you were inside the car, you felt a hard smack to the back of your head.

“That was for smacking my phone out my hand bitch” She grumbled.

You muttered an ‘ow’ and rubbed the spot that hurt. Soon after Akeem starts the journey to the strip club. The two boys in the front were engrossed in a conversation about attempting to take a girl home for the night. While Eve hasn’t taken her eyes off her phone since you left the house. You wanted to question it but also didn’t want to pry into her business.

Instead, you looked out the window. You took in the passing scenery. You savored it actually. You didn’t know how much you’ll miss seeing the night life in your city until you got locked up. People watching and observing how other people how fun at night was a great pass time for you.

You didn’t realize how deep into your thoughts you were until you noticed the car stopped outside a building. Your siblings got out and you followed behind them. You make your way to the back of line, thinking that’s what supposed to do. But you noticed your siblings skipped to the front by the bouncers.

“Yo what you doing? Get up here” Jeremiah ushered you.

You gave a sheepish smile to everyone in the line as you passed them. Jeremiah grabbed your shoulders and lead you in strip club.

“How we get to skip all those people?” You asked.

“Connections baby” Jeremiah smirked before digging into his pocket. He then pulled out a band (1,000 if you didn’t know). The younger boy then placed it into your hand.

“What the fuck you giving me this for?” You questioned confused.

“Uh to disperse among all the talented and beautiful sexy ladies in this building. Or you can wipe your ass with it I don’t know and I don’t care” Jeremiah shrugged and left your side before you can even reject it.

You stood there for a minute looking stupid before you pocketed the money. Honestly, you didn’t know what to do with yourself. It smelt like strong ass marijuana and cheap fruity cologne. The bass from the music that was currently playing was vibrating your whole body. Quickly, you found a seat at the front of the stage.

You looked around and saw Jeremiah getting a lap dance in a private room. Akeem was at the bar waiting on his drink. Eve was seen at a booth with a bunch of girls laughing hard.

They beg you to take you out and then leave you as soon they can. You internally roll your eyes at the thought.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and saw a woman with nothing but a bikini top and a thong next to you.

“Follow me” She smiled and grabbed your hand.

You were confused but did as the lady told. She walked you up some stairs and towards a folding chair. You now realize that you’re on stage.

“Wait I-I don’t-”

“Enjoy the show” The woman cut you off. She gave you a wink before walking off the stage.

Suddenly, the lights in the room changed to a dark sultry red and the music cut off. Everyone’s eyes was now turned to the stage including your siblings.

“Alright, everyone for the first time in almost a year please clap your hands, hide your boners, and welcome back to the building Naughty.” The DJ introduced.

It was silent for a moment before you heard the sound of heels clicking on the floor behind you. You turned your head a little behind you and saw a short woman dressed in all red. From the bright red lacy bra corset top to her red 6-inch stilettos. You turned back around when she stood behind you as the beat of a familiar song played. It was Naughty Girl by Beyoncé, how ironic.

You felt her hands glide down the front of your body. Her scent was intoxicating, it was a mix of something fruity and sexy. You were incited by it.

I love to love you, baby (I love to love you, baby), I love to love you, baby (I love to love you, baby)

She removed her hands but not before grabbing your jaw and moving it to your left to face her. Her dark brown eyes never leaving your light brown ones. She dipped down in front of you while swaying her hips sexily to the beat of the song.

I'm feelin' sexy, I wanna hear you say my name, boy

You watched as she poked her ass out to everyone in the crowd. You heard the cheers and saw the money being thrown onto the stage out your peripheral vision. But you wasn’t focused on that, you were focused on the woman dancing in front of you.

Feelin' kind of n-a-s-t-y, Why I just might take you home with me

She got behind you and grabbed the pole behind you and started climbing up it. You looked up in amazement at her strength.

Start feeling so crazy, babe, lately, I feel the funk coming over me, I don't know what's gotten into me, the rhythm's got me feelin' so crazy, babe

She started spinning on the pole using one hand. You were a little scared that she would fall but you had to remember that she’s a professional and she knew what she was doing. Plus, if she were too fall you’ll catch her without hesitation.

She turned herself upside down and prepared herself to slide down. Your eyes once locked on to each other again and she slid down just as the chorus began.

Tonight, I'll be your naughty girl (Uh), I'm calling all my girls

She stopped just a breath away from your face. She expected you to flinch like everyone person she brought up on stage but to her surprise, you didn’t move an inch.

We gon' turn this party out, I know you want my body

She climbed back up the pole and started doing her routine. You felt your hands getting clammy so you wiped it on your pants leg. You then remembered the money in your pocket and pulled it out. You threw a few hundreds in the air making it rain down onto the floor.

After the chorus, she slid down again and got off the pole. Your eyes now took the time to wander over her body. You bit your lip and a finger lifts your chin to her face again. She straddle your legs and you kept your hands to your side.

You saw the rule about no touching the dancers. It was painted in big bold letter, you couldn’t miss it.

You're so sexy, tonight, I am all yours, boy

She leaned in towards your face and you thought your lips were going to brush against each other for a second. But she pulled back a millisecond before they could.

The way your body moves across the floor, feelin' kind of n-a-s-t-y, why I just might take you home with me

She smirked when she felt you twitch at not being able to touch her. Her arms rested on your shoulders and you felt her start to roll on your crotch. Your eyes widen and you instinctively go to grab her hips but you remembered the rule and kept your hands to the side. You did make clench fists to stop yourself from growing happy in that region.

Meanwhile, the woman on top of you applauded your self control. Most people tap out way before this part.

Tonight, I'll be your naughty girl (Uh), (Oh) I'm calling all my girls (Oh), We gon' turn this party out, I know you want my body

She ticked her hips to the beat of the song which made you let out a low groan.

Tonight, I'll be your naughty girl, I'm calling all my girls (Girls), I see you look me up and down, and I came to party

She turned around and started grinding into you again. Your bottom lip was trapped between your teeth as you focused on the woman and trying not to get a boner.

I love to love you, baby (I love to love you, baby), I love to love you, baby (I love to love you, baby)

She did a slow dive towards the fall making sure her ass was still your main view. While she winked at one of the men in the audience who threw basically all of his money towards her. She turned around on to her back and did a body roll on the ground.

I love to love you, baby (I love to love you, baby), I love to love you, baby (I love to love you, baby)

She pulled herself to a squat in front of you and pushed your legs apart. She wrapped her arms under your thighs and flipped herself up onto your shoulders. She supported herself impressively on your shoulders. Her hand gripped your curly hair without causing any pain to you.

Tonight, I'll be your naughty girl (Uh), I'm calling all my girls, we gon' turn this party out, I know you want my body

She then grabbed onto the pole again and climbed up it. She spin on it without any hands this time just core and leg strength. For the finale, she slid down the pole and into a split.

At the end of the song, the whole place was cheering loudly. You were blinded by the sight of falling money everywhere.

“Give it up for Naughty!” The DJ yelled and made the place cheer even louder than before.

You watched as the woman stood up and waved to everyone. Once she locked eyes with you again, she smirked and gave you a wink. She then walked off the stage.

After you were escorted off the stage and made your way to your siblings. They all stared at your flushed face with a grin.

“Money well spent” Akeem commented.

“You paid for that?” You questioned.

“Sure did. We knew if you agreed all you were going to do is either sit at the bar or watch the dancers and occasionally throw money. We had to let you experience a little something” Eve replied.

“And experience something you did” Jeremiah laughed.

You chuckled because you couldn’t even be upset at them. You had a amazing time and it was one for the books.

For the rest of the night, you hung out with your siblings, drinking and chatting. But your mind was still stuck on the sexy small woman named Naughty.

a/n: I hope I wrote this okay. I’ve been feeling a little anxious about my writing lately. let me know if you guys want this into a series cause if you do I got plans for it 👀.

#jenna ortega #g!p reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega x oc #jenna ortega x black!reader #Spotify

[fruitbasketball]

lol Caitlin has used her platform to shine a light on all the black women who pioneered the sport, and actually done so by name, unlike Paige who made a vague statement one time and has never spoken up again

and idk where you get she’s entitled, it seems like all she’s ever wanted to do is win a championship which is what every player in college wants to do. she doesn’t seem remotely concerned with personal accolades, unlike other programs overly concerned with their player being NPOY despite not actually earning it

oh rightttt like that time they asked her on national television if race played a factor in the media’s treatment of her versus their treatment of angel reese and she… didn’t answer the question, right?

or the time that sheryl swoopes (one of those black women who pioneered the sport) was being attacked by her fans, and caitlin blocked everyone on twitter reminding her that her fans are racist? she did a great job shining a light on black women then!

i just feel like we watched different espys speeches, because i remember a 19 year old paige bueckers getting on national television, recognizing that she’s a white woman in a black led sport, and NAME DROPPING black women who deserved/deserve media attention, like maya moore and odyssey alexander, as well as speaking out against police brutality by mentioning breonna taylor.

and maybe we’re a little new to this and we don’t know ball, but if you’ve been following women’s college basketball for the past 4 years, you would know that instance is not a one off, because paige has been speaking out for the black community for years.

what y’all aren’t realizing is that racism is not just calling her teammates slurs or saying she hates black people or shit like that - it’s a refusal to acknowledge that racism exists in the first place.

and don’t play fucking dumb. by entitled i mean the whole “im caitlin clark give me that whistle”. fuck outta here w that ‘npoy but hasn’t earned it’. lisa bluder consistently touts that she has “the best player in the country” or “in the world”. i know that’s a dig at geno, so let’s get one thing fucking straight: paige is the best player in america. and when you have 11 fucking rings, you have every right to get up on a presser and say that. you might not think so, because your very narrow minded view of the game probably cleared the rest of the stat sheet except for points. paige came back from a fucking acl tear and she’s still a first team all american, and she’s a wade and naismith trophy finalist. she fills the stat sheet in every single thing except turnovers and personal fouls, and she does it on ridiculous efficiency. she makes her teammates better, and dawn staley herself has said she’s the most elite player to ever play the game.

do not piss me off with this bullshit

#wbb #wcbb #uconn wbb #uconn #uconn huskies #paige bueckers #caitlin clark #iowa wbb #iowa hawkeyes #ask

[triplesilverstar]

There's different, and then well, there's different

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Eriks X F!Reader

CW: Sick, awkward, misunderstandings, grinding, body dysmorphia, orgasm, plant dick, blow jobs, p in V sex, creampie, first dates, sharing a bed, making out, hand jobs, tentacles

Word count: Roughly 12.5K words

A/N: Well part two… Not fully sure how I feel about it but there is… a lot of smut and feelings. Essentially you and Eriks make up after you end up sick and you’re both idiots.

After the events in the well you thought you and Eriks might move a little closer, but if anything the two of you were somehow more awkward. Fingers brushing one another when handing the other something? Burning blushing messes stumbling over your words. 

Helping one another with laundry? Almost no words were shared as you seemed to trip over one another. Trying to keep out of the other's way and looking to the side with burning faces. 

After a week of it, Sheryl was starting to get a little annoyed. The memory of you both coming out of the well-drenched and the way you were stumbling told her something had happened while you were down there, and the bulge in Eriks' pants gave her a damn good idea of how it had been in the right direction. She hadn’t expected it to be one step forward and six back for the pair of you, sitting on her rocking chair and tapping your fingers. Something needed to be done or the two of you would stay this awkward for the rest of your lives and Granny wanted to see a happy couple in her home once more.

It didn’t help you had been feeling under the weather the last two days, tucked in your room and hiding under the covers with Lina bringing you tea and warm watery soup. Nor did it help that Eriks kept muttering under his breath how this was his fault and he should have been more worried about getting you into dry clothes.  With his bouts of self-depreciation, he refused to go to your room, and Granny knew there was no way you were going to leave it of your own accord, not when she could hear you coughing up a storm. 

It had to be eating at both of you as the last few times you had been sick Eriks had shooed Lina away from your bedside, citing he could look after you and still get his own chores around the house done. So seeing the pair of you avoiding each other wasn’t sitting well with the old woman, not one bit. Cane in hand Granny pushed herself to her feet and called out for Lina, she had a plan and an easy way to hatch it. 

“Eriks!” Sticking her head in the kitchen Lina found the only male in their little household. 

“What’s wrong Lina?” Something in her voice had Eriks on edge as he turned with his cup of coffee in hand ready to run at a moment's notice if it was required.

“Granny and I need to go into town. Do you think later you can bring our sick patient some tea and soup?” Well if Eriks thought he was having a good day his mood plummeted, he’d been avoiding you far too embarrassed after what had happened down in the well. 

Yet the sight of you in his lap eyes pinched shut as you found your release was all he could say when his eyes closed, he’d had several sleepless nights, and hearing your coughing during the night wasn’t helping. He’d been too enraptured in watching you come for him instead of putting your health first, and the shame added to the weight eating at him. 

It didn’t help that since the incident in the well he was having a much harder time keeping a certain part of his anatomy under control adding to his sleepless nights as his sex throbbed painfully inside of his slacks that he refused to loosen. The mass of fleshy tissue twitched and Eriks despised the reminder of his inhuman nature, even before you’d ridden him he’d find himself shoving his pillow over his face and howling into it as his hips jerked against nothing trying to find release. Now there was no way he could give himself any form of release, certainly not while you were coughing through the night and he hated that it was because of his needs.  

With those thoughts rattling around in his skull, how could he even think to try and help look after you this time when the fault was his? 

“Eriks?” 

His head snapped upwards as Lina’s hand landed on his forearm, her bottom lip between her teeth with worry. “Just lost in thought, Lina.” A gentle smile on his face in an attempt to ease her concerns. “I think I can manage to deliver some soup and food this afternoon.” A quick pat of his larger hand over hers. “Now show me what you’ve been feeding our little invalid.” 

As Lina showed him the watered-down soup that had been made for you he did his best to keep a smile on his face. It wasn’t beyond his notice how Granny had been pestering him about seeing you while you were sick, and it was suspicious both she and Lina were heading into town. Yet Eriks wouldn’t voice anything no matter how much he wanted to stay away from you since as far as he was concerned he was the reason you were sick once more. 

You groaned as you reached from under the rough spun cotton sheets you had wrapped around your form. Trying to grab one of the clothes you used to blow your nose into, yet even that small action left you feeling exhausted. Struggling to sit up and lean against the headboard with your neck tiled so your airway was open. Damn, you hated being sick.

Well. More sick than normal since you'd never be rid of your respiratory issues. The cough that plagued you was nothing compared to this right now as your chest burned and everything hurt. 

Your heart especially. Ever since the incident in the well with Eriks, you felt. Dirty. Not because of the act, but more the fact you had thrown yourself at him like some kind of a bitch in heat. You shouldn't have kissed him, and now you couldn't even bear the thought of looking at his rugged face knowing how far you'd let things go. He shouldn't have had to sully himself with you, you were just a bandit who was lucky enough to have someone find you who thought you were worth saving. 

Spreading your fingers across your chest to try and put pressure on the ache that you hope is just the sickness as a knock sounds against your door. Is it time for your next round of soup and tea already? “Come in.” Flinching at the sound of your own hoarse voice.

The door slowly creaks open, Lina usually just bounds right in, and turning towards it you wince. 

Eriks. 

Well, this is just the kind of embarrassment you need right now. At least your skin is already flushed from being sick and you hope he doesn't notice just how covered in sweat you are. Who are you kidding, you're drenched, the only way he wouldn't notice was if he was blind.

“Granny and Lina had to head into town.” His voice is low and you could have sworn you heard a hint of sadness in his voice, but it could just be because your head is full of phlegm. “I've got some soup for you, and some tea.”

“Thank you, Eriks.” It's raspy but at least you know he's there to play nursemaid, not because of his own choice. It's better that way. The smallest nod in your direction as he places the small tray on the table at your bedside and with a shaky hand you reach over for it. 

“How are you feeling?” His voice is soft as he asks and instead of leaving he lowers himself into the beat-up wooden chair that creaks as his weight settles on the sand-smoothed edges. Only for a coughing fit to take you barking and turning away from him. “That good huh?” Chuckling at his own little joke and you have to smile, something about the tall broad man always sets you at ease. 

“I’ve certainly felt better.” Trying for a second time to pick up the bowl and accompanying spoon with shaking fingers. A small spoonful of soup and you lose some of it with the shaking of your limb, but at least it’s warm as it flows down your sore throat. With your eyes closed you try to take a deeper breath to help settle yourself as the bowl is moved from your lap and a weight settling next to you has the mattress dipping. 

Opening your eyes you shouldn’t feel as surprised as you are at seeing Eriks near you on the bed, the warmth of his thigh transferring from the blanket to you. “That seemed painful. Could I give you a hand?” Those blue orbs hidden behind his orange glasses are pleading with you once more and as much as you feel selfish you know you need the help. Nodding and letting him have the spoon from your sore fingers. 

You feel foolish as the handsome man slowly spoons feeds you, unlike the last time when he helped it was more the company than it was needing help to feed yourself. Neither of you speaks as he feeds you, at least until the spoon is clacking against the bottom of the bowl. “I’m sorry.” That mournful tone is back in his voice as you gaze at him with heavy eyes. 

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for Eriks.” At least with the soup your voice doesn’t sound as hoarse as it had been. “It's not like you gave me respiratory issues.” 

“Except you wouldn’t have been cold and wet recently if it hadn’t been because of me.” You can barely handle the sorrow swimming behind those glasses of his. 

“Eriks, I threw myself at you.” Another coughing fit as you turn away from him that has enough force to make your whole body shake. “You were kind enough to sully yourself with me, if it’s anyone's fault it’s mine. I should have just helped you up instead of acting like you were a piece of meat on display for me to drool over.” Reaching over for the tea that you hope is at least still warm, Eriks is quick to take your hand and steady it as you raise the mug to your lips. Lukewarm. At least it’s better than being cold. 

“You didn’t throw yourself at me. I should have had better control of myself.” You watch as his adams apple bobs while he stares at you for a moment. “You’re sick because of me.”

“Don’t be silly” letting him take the mug from your hand and returning it to the bedside table. “Eriks when the water isn’t right from the heater I get sick, you can’t blame yourself for that.” A tiny bit of bravery on your part as you slip your hand into his and give it the briefest of squeezes. “Really, if someone needs to apologize for anything it is me. You don’t need to pretend to return my feelings for you, can we just put what happened behind us and go back to being friends?” 

It’s his turn to frown as his thumb sweeps across your knuckles his grip on your hand having shifted. “Why would you think I need to pretend to return your feelings?” Blinking slowly as you watch him wrap his metal hand outside of his flesh one encasing yours. “You deserve better than me. Someone whole, that isn’t me.” You can feel the dampness from your eyes as it starts to form and spills down onto your lashes, you were preparing for him to let you go but that doesn’t mean it helps to lessen the sting any more than it does. “Maybe it’s a good thing that for once, I want to be selfish. Avoiding you because you being sick is my fault isn’t the best way to show my affection.” 

“What are you talking about?” Trying to follow what he just said while dealing with the pain in your chest isn’t helping your head.

With a chuckle, his metal palm reaches up to cup your cheek and you melt into the cooling sensation along your burning skin. “I’m trying to say you need to stop thinking that I don’t care for you.” Leaning closer and planting his lips on your sweaty brow. 

If you weren’t confused before you certainly are now, as your mind races to try and catch up to his actions. Turning your face away as best as you can as another coughing fit hits you so you aren’t exhaling germs in his face, your brain finally processes what he’s been saying. “Eriks, please. I can’t take such teasing.”

“Oh, you silly thing. I’m not teasing you.” His voice is soft and gentle as he tilts your face back toward his, placing his forehead against your searing one. “I care for you, far more than I should.” As he closes the distance to your lips you turn your head so they press against your cheek.

“I don’t want you getting sick too.” Your laughter leads to another coughing fit with your eyes closed from the violent force of it. The coolness of Eriks' skin leaves your flushed face and the weight on your bed is gone as the mattress shifts. Did you ruin things once more between the two of you? 

“I won’t get sick.” Opening your eyes to find him sitting on the chair bent over and unlacing his shoes before removing his glasses and placing them beside your cooling tea. “Now let's get you comfortable.” He gets behind you on the bed and uses his large palms on your sides to adjust you so you’re leaning against him instead of the headboard, with Eriks easily able to pick up your drink for you and help to support the weight of it while you sip the now tepid drink. 

“I will admit, you’re softer than the headboard.” With his heartbeat under your ear, you aren’t going to say anything about the fact you can feel and hear it thundering. “Are you sure you won’t get sick?”

“No Sweetness, I won’t” Pressing his lips to the crown of your head and gently sweeping his fingers along your spine with his free hand. “Though if I do, I’m sure you’ll return the favor.” 

“Nah, I’m gonna let Lina look after you.” Chuckling as you take another sip of your drink. Relaxing more against him before parting your lips. “Does that mean that offer for a next time is still on the table?”

“When you’re better. Naughty thing.” His warm breath washes down around your head as he chuckles and you think you can see the vaguest blush on his cheeks at the question. 

“When I’m better than.” It is long before you drift off to the sound of the heartbeat thumping under your ear. Eriks removed the mug from your fingers long before you had the chance to drop it, eventually letting himself fall into a light snooze as his own exhaustion from his sleepless nights has caught up to him. With you propped against him, your airways are clear and you don’t spend that much time coughing.    

When Granny and Lina returned home the first thing Granny did was check on the two of you, smiling to herself as both of you were snoozing away. Your fingers tangled in the fabric of Eriks' shirt as his hand rested on your hip over the fabric of the sheets wrapped around your form. 

“Those two really are stupid.” Sending Lina the side eye as she leaned against the doorframe looking at the two of you.

“Someday when you’re older you’ll understand Lina.” Sheryl chuckled, a shooing motion sent at Lina to have the young girl on her way as both blood-related family members left the pair to rest.

“If I’m going to look as dopey as Eriks does right now, no thank you.” With her hands in her pockets, Lina went to go about her chores, missing the twinkle in her grandmother's eye. 

‘Aw to be young again.’ Granny thought as she headed for the living room, glad the two of you seemed to be on better terms once more. 

“How are both of you adults?” Lina questioned as you sat at the table with a tea and Eriks helped her with the dishes looking as equally confused. “You both act so stupidly around one another. Like a pair of idiots.”

The mug is about halfway to your mouth and you just keep blinking at the girl, it’s been a few days since you and Eriks had your reconciliation and the two of you have been closer. That first night Eriks even stayed in bed with you, of course, he said it was to help make sure you could breathe right for the first time in days but still.

“Lina, what are you talking about?” If Eriks face is anything to go by he’s just as confused as you are. 

“That! See! You’re both just so dumb, I have to do everything around here!” With the final dish washed the teenager is stomping off, leaving Eriks to dry the last few pieces and you to stare after her. 

“That.” 

“Was strange” Eriks finishes for you, as he works the cloth in his hand before placing the plate he had been holding back into the cupboard. Shaking your head a little you go back to drinking your tea, waiting for Eriks to finish. 

“She just sees the two of you as still dancing around one another instead of doing something about it.” Granny frightens you badly enough that some of the tea you had been drinking goes down the wrong way, coughing violently until Eriks is rubbing the space between your shoulder blades.

“Granny, you need to stop sneaking up on people like that.” Eriks is chastening the older woman while you keep coughing feeling your chest start to burn from the exertion. Too bad Granny just chuckles as she takes up her usual seat at the head of the table. 

“I just made it out of bed Granny, are you trying to put me back into it again?” With Eriks still leaning over your body you find one of your hands reaching up to land atop the one he has on your shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.

“Only if Eriks follows you there.” You shouldn’t have tried for another drink of tea, as this time you’re sputtering and Eriks is flushed red dragging a hand down his face.

“Sheryl.” It’s a long groan from him as you pound on your chest, goddamn it almost as if the old woman is trying to end you. 

“Don’t Sheryl me. The two of you are like a pair of young Tomas too skittish to do anything but croon at one another.” 

“Granny. We’re just getting around to admitting we're attracted to one another, can’t we don’t think at our own pace?” That has the old woman huffing at you, and as much as you want a bit more tea you aren’t going to risk it at the moment. 

“I’ve seen water freeze faster.” You feel Eriks give your shoulder a reassuring squeeze at Granny’s latest outburst. 

“Maybe we aren’t comfortable pushing that boundary yet, we haven’t even had a date.” You could kiss the tall blond as he spouts more sense than you’d be able to manage at the moment. 

“Then go on a date.” Once more you blink, and Eriks is doing the same as the two of you stare at the older woman who has a smirk slowly splitting her face open. “That my dear little love birds is why Lina thinks you’re both stupid.” 

With a bit of planning, and once you felt like you could stand for more than a few minutes you and Eriks did have your date. It wasn’t much, just the pair of you heading into the saloon in town and having a meal in the back corner away from prying eyes. Sharing a few chuckles as you ate before heading back home, arm in arm as soon as you were out of sight of the town.

Arm and arm made it sound sweet when in reality you both had wandering hands that were roaming the skin of the other, and as the house came into view your underwear was damp and there was a clear bulge in his pants. Giggling as Eriks spun you by your hand so your chest was flat against his, caged in by his metal arm, and laughing as his lips dragged along the skin of your neck before reaching your ear. “Did you enjoy tonight?”

“I did.” Tapping your fingers along his shoulders and slowly moving them back to tangle in his hair. “I’m not ready for it to end yet though.” You whisper, tilting his head so you can kiss the edge of his jaw.

“I’m not sure that’s the best idea.” There’s an edge to his voice again, the same kind that had laced his words when the two of you had been down in the tunnel and you had been grinding down onto his body. 

“You said when I was better.” Another kiss to his jaw, next to the first as you start to drag your fingers along the back of his scalp. “I’m better Eriks. Please. I want to make you feel as good as you did me.” 

“A first date and you’re ready to get into bed with me?” You jerk against his body as he ever so lightly nips at your earlobe, a clenching in your core at his light teasing. 

“Technically we were in bed together before the first date.” And done far worse, and that single thought of wanting to make Eriks feel as good as he had you is a driving factor in your motives. You want this beautiful handsome man a moaning mess under your touch. 

“Are you really sure you want this?” You can feel how his body is torn, from the way his fingers tighten their grip on you but he places a gap from where your chests are pressed together. His voice is laced with both a growl and a hint of doubt that you aren’t fully sure of a reason for. 

“Of course I do. I’m rather attracted to you Eriks.” Sure movements as he turns his head as your mouths find each other, tongues wild and you can taste the sauce from his meal as your kiss grows sloppy. Panting when you feel his hips jerk and it sends a line of fire along your spine, far too lost in the kiss to do anything except try to grind back and keep your fingers tangled in his hair. 

When his hands land on your butt and lift you upwards you respond by wrapping your legs around his. Aware you’re moving from the shifting of his legs and the sound of gravel crunching under his boots as he carries you back to the house, stopping just before the door. “Yours or mine?” 

“Mine” Breathless as you answer him. “I’m farther from Granny and Lina.” 

“Right.” Like that your mouths reconnect and you have to admit he’s far more put together than you are at the moment. Able to walk, think, and make out with you all at once and with the occasional kneading of your flesh in his hold as his tongue slides against yours. You keep your hands busy dragging one hand along his scalp while the other rests on the nape of his neck is all you can manage with how distracting his lips are. 

Both of you freeze when the floorboard in the middle of the hallway creaks as Eriks steps on it. You know the one because the entire time you’ve lived in the house it’s made a noise at even the smallest pressure. Part of you is praying that neither Lina nor Granny sticks their heads out from their bedrooms to see the cause of the noise, you don’t need either of them to see you and Eriks with drool running down your chins and faces flush with desire. 

Or for Lina to see you and Eriks looking as desperate as you are, with your legs wrapped around his waist you can feel the tent in his pants pressing deliciously against you. 

A few heartbeats later Eriks is moving once more, sticking closer to the sides of the hallway before pressing your back against your peeling door. His lips drag against your neck as he hoists you higher in his hold slipping his metal arm under you so he can work the handle to open the space. His strength often surprises you, and this time is no exception as your core tightens licking your lips as your fingers dance across his shoulder blades wanting to keep him pressed tight against you. 

Inside Eriks uses his foot as best as he can to close the door and while it doesn’t quite slam it is louder than he intended. At the look of apprehension on his face, you're using his long hair like a lease, taking fistfuls of it to pull his head back so you can kiss those bruised lips of his once more. The tension seems to melt from him, quickly responding to the kiss with fervor as he strides more into the room.

You expected to feel the lumps of your mattress under your body, not to hear the creak of the wooden chair in your room almost as if the old furniture doesn’t want to support both of your weight on it. You lean back to unwrap your legs from his body, and Eriks lets out a sigh as he slides so the old dowels are supporting him with his mass more centered on the chair. “Damn, you are one handsome man.” Breathless as your fingers slide along his neck, smiling down at him as he sends you a sheepish grin in return. 

“Nah. I’m nothing compared to you sweetness.” Ghosting his hands along your side as you both adjust so you’re straddling him more comfortably. Moving closer and rubbing the point of your nose against his as you catch more of your breath, wanting to enjoy the feeling of his heaving chest and the heat from his hands as it sinks into your body. 

“I’m starting to think you’ve never looked in the mirror.” Toying with the hem of his shirt as you bite your lip, nervous of what you’re about to ask him. “Can I.” The intensity of his gaze has you halting for a moment, his hands on the outside of your ribs, and you are certain he has to feel your heart beating like a drum under his flesh plam. Yet as intense as his blue eyes are, you can’t remember when his glasses disappeared, all you can see is adoration in those shining orbs. “Can I help you with your shirt?” 

It feels almost childish to ask since the two of you had been grinding against one another on your way back to the house while sharing salvia. Yet some part of you wants to make sure this time neither of you feels like they’re taking advantage of the other. 

“Only if you’re gentle with me.” He’s teasing you, as he gives your sides a brief squeeze before resuming the exploration of your clothed upper body. “After all.” Tilting his face more to kiss the bottom of your chin. “I’m shy.” You feel the deep chuckle he lets out as his lips remain pressed against your skin, no doubt able to feel as you nervously swallow. 

Taking a moment to settle yourself before leaning back with your fingers interlaced behind his neck so your thumbs can brush the stubbled edge of his jaw. “I’ll treat you with the utmost care.” Slowly sweeping your fingers down his neck to his shoulders the heat from his skin radiating into the tips, Eriks is always so warm you wonder if he doesn’t feel like he’s cooking in his skin. As your fingers reach the first button you stop to look into his eyes, waiting for a signal this is something he truly wants since he didn’t give you a yes or no answer. 

A small nod and you unsnap the first button, it doesn’t reveal much more but you still roll your back as you bend to plant a quick kiss on the pale skin. Feeling the briefest flick of his fingers along your sides you look up, seeing his chin lowered to watch you a bright pink blush across his cheeks. Emboldened you undo another, taking your time to slip the hard plastic through the fraying hole focused on your task and the new patch of skin revealed to you. 

Every button undone has the same pattern repeating, you kissing the newly revealed skin and as the expanse grows letting your fingers wander over his knitted flesh. Tracing the edges of the larger ones and the fine wires that run along his chest, paying special attention to the patch of rough gouged flesh that was directly over his heart. As more and more of his battered body was revealed the shifting of his hands along your body slowed until they stopped, gripping your hips as if trying to ground himself. His breathing growing more ragged by the minute and that pink blush had grown to a vivid crimson that was spreading up to the tips of his ears and down his chest in line with your tender caresses. 

Eventually, you came to a point where you couldn’t kiss his skin under the buttons anymore, his hold on your body not allowing you to slip off his lap as you worked your way downwards. Instead, as your fingers kept undoing his shirt and exploring the newly revealed skin you began to retrace the path your lips had blazed, listening to his strained breathing grow heavy as he inhaled through his nose and out through his mouth. The fire inside of you burning hotter and you could understand his reactions since you doubted you were fairing much better. 

As the last button was undone and your digits toyed with the hem of his pants you kissed the point of his chin. The short hairs from his stubble pricking your lips and you felt yourself growing damp in his lap, wondering how it might feel pressing against your thighs since you knew from the making out earlier he knew how to use that tongue. 

Letting one of your fingers slip beneath the hem of his pants he lets out a low growl, the hand on your hip flying up to the back of your neck so he can tug you against him and smash his mouth against yours. All thought leaves you at the ferocity of the kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth as if it’s his and his alone to with as he pleases and another flood of wetness spreads from your core. Moaning against his lips as the wet muscle of his tongue seems to plunge into your mouth as if he’s fucking you and you’re swimming in a haze of desire and arousal, you’ve never been kissed like this before. Damn if you don’t enjoy it as the burning in your lungs as he seemingly steals your breath. Except your pleasure turns to panic, slapping his shoulder as you pull away coughing like mad and trying to hide in the crook of your arm.

You ruined things once more. 

“Sorry Sweetness, sorry.” The hand that had been on your neck is rubbing your back in large soothing circles his face close to yours as he tenderly places his lips to your temple mumbling. “I shouldn’t have let things get that intense, keep coughing get it out of your system until you can breathe.” It’s like the cooing of a dove in your ears as his hair slips forward like a veil shielding the two of you. 

“I feel” Coughing another you sigh as the burning in your chest lessens “Not so sexy after coughing in your face.” That has Eriks chuckling, his metal hand gently on your neck as he keeps rubbing circles in your back and using the tip of his nose to try and get you to look at him. 

He’s wearing that soft broken smile that makes you think you might love this mysterious man far more than you should. “I still think you’re rather sexy, but if you feel that bad about coughing in my face how about we even the score here and I help you take your shirt off.” 

“Technically your shirt isn’t off. Yet” You tease as you lean back to rub your face hoping you haven’t covered yourself spittle from your lungs having a fit. The pressure in your lungs starts to ease and Eriks raises one of his eyebrows at you before giving a soft chuckle. 

“Fair is fair.” Rolling his shoulders you feel your brain shortcircuit for a moment at the shifting of his pectoral and abdomen as his shirt slips down his back. The hint of a smirk on his face no doubt at your gobsmacked expression as the white fabric slides down his pale skin before catching at his elbows. Tilting his head you thought you saw a glimmer of light in his eyes as they soften while staring at you. “Help me?” A gentle plea that you almost missed with his distracting upper body fully revealed. 

Your eyes widen a little embarrassed with yourself before taking each of his arms in your hands and pulling the sleeves off him. More battered skin revealed and as you remove his flesh arm you’re glad you started with his prosthetic. Lifting his hand to your mouth to skin one of the smaller scars just past his wrist, keeping your gaze locked on his. “I want to map every inch of you until I can close my eyes and draw it in the sand. Every bump groove and ridge.” It’s husky as it leaves your lips and you feel a warmth spreading along your back once more at the sheer look of adoration on his face. 

“I think your body would make a far nicer picture in the sand than mine.” His prosthetic is playing the edge of your shirt, the chill from the metal sinking into your skin feels lovely compared to the heat building inside of you. With his hand still encased in both of your smaller ones you feel the fidgeting of his fingers and don’t miss the self-depreciation in his tone. 

“I’d say flattery will get you nowhere, but I’m sitting on your lap all hot and bothered so I guess it’s working.” Letting go of his hand and watching it slowly fall to his lap between both of your bodies before hooking the bottom of your shirt with your hands and pulling it up and over your head. A low groan from the blond in front of you and you can feel the rumble well aware he’s enjoying what he sees. “Just remember, I think you’re beautiful. I’d rather if you didn’t talk down about what I enjoy.” Left in your bra the chill from the room sweeps in and your skin rises in goosebumps almost immediately. Eriks is quick to react as his flesh hand starts to rub along your arm.

“Maybe you have strange taste.” That teasing lilt is back in his voice and you roll your eyes at him before a thought hits you. Giving your hips a roll and feeling his length twitch under you as he lets out a soft groan. 

“Maybe.” Laughing before leaning closer to his body again and pressing against him, feeling his warmth sink into you. “Doesn’t change how I feel about you though.” Tipping his jaw back with both of your thumbs something he lets you do as the muscles of his neck go lax. “Now kiss me again, and I don’t care if you steal my breath this time.” 

As your lips crash together this time it’s far more tender but that same undercurrent of yearning is there, as his tongue tangles with yours. As the kiss progresses it’s obvious he takes his ques from you about how exuberant he’ll be, kitten licks of his tongue against yours which you started. This time it’s you controlling the kiss as you run your tongue along his teeth, feeling the point of his canines and shuddering surprised by how much the thought of those dragging against your skin turns you on. Unconsciously your hips are starting to rock against his once more until your shifting has your core sliding just right and you pull back panting. 

“Damn, I want more than just this heavy petting.” Your fingers move to his belt once more only for him to grab both of your wrists once more. Looking at him in confusion, why does he keep stopping you? 

“I… I’d rather if you let me just take care of you.” Lifting both of your hands to his mouth and kissing your fingers. “Please.” He’s pleading with you and it’s desperate.

“Eriks, what’s wrong.” The alarm bells in your head are going off and your heart starts to feel heavy in your chest. Does. Does he not really feel the same way about you as you thought? Has this all just been him letting you do as you want because he feels guilty? 

“I.” His head lolling backward and you hear the softest thump as the back of his head hits the wall. “I don’t think you’ll like what you find there.” His chest heaving as he takes a deep inhale and you almost swoon at the sight as he seems even bigger than before as he holds that breath for a time that would have you coughing a storm. Eventually letting it out before raising his head and catching you in those blue orbs that are swimming in sadness. “Please, Sweetness. I’ll give you whatever you want with my hands and mouth, I want to watch you come undone for me again. And again.” Unshed tears are forming in his eyes and your hands are cupping his cheeks as your heart feels like it’s breaking. 

“That’s not fair Eriks. I don’t just want you to make me feel good, do you not trust me? I don’t care what I find down there, everyone is different.” Letting your voice trail off, not that you’ve had a huge amount of experience but when you’re on the run as a bandit sometimes you sadly see more dicks than you want on the side of trucks as people relieve themselves. Blinking back your own tears as you map his face with your thumbs watching those sad blue pools is eating at your soul in a way you didn’t know was possible. “Please Eriks, trust me. I don’t care what you have down there. I just want to make you feel as good as you do me.” 

You wanted tonight to be a happy night, to return the pleasure he’d given you in the well tenfold. Now you just wanted to crawl into your bed and cry and something in Eriks seems to give. “You do me make feel good sweetness. If I tell you I’m willing to at least try will you let me? I promise it’s very much me and not you.” Both of his hands are sweeping along your skin, a plan forming in his own mind on how to distract you from the mass between his legs. If he can give you another mind-blowing orgasm you might forget about wanting to get his pants off. “I just, I’ve been turned away before.” Just once a long time ago he remembered someone seeing his not-so-normal sexual organ and it left a scar that no one would ever see. 

You suddenly feel like an asshole again, projecting your thoughts onto him when the truth was he just wasn’t as confident about his body. Which you can understand, he was covered in scars some of which were huge and looked like rough worm leather. “I’m sorry Eriks, I’m being stupid again.” 

“Hush, we’re just figuring things out.” Tilting his head in your hands so his lips can press against one of your palms, mouthing at the skin gently. “Do you want to stop for tonight? I think this time it might be me who killed the mood.” 

“No, no baby. I wanna keep going.” Turning his head back towards you and kissing him deeply this time, no hurried motions or exploring just trying to convey your feelings towards the half-naked man under you. A half-naked man running his hands along your sides and sweeping around your belly and back as they moved, exploring your skin, shivering from the duel sensations. An action that has Eriks removing his metal hand from your sides. Pulling back to whispering against his lips “I want all of you to touch me.” Before closing the distance again, a moment of hesitation before the limb goes back to its gentle exploration once more. 

His gentle exploration doesn’t last long as his hands start to fondle the sides of your chest and your covered breasts. His larger palms almost covered the entire mound of one and it sends a tingle along your spine at the idea of him playing with them directly. “I’m starting to think maybe I should pull this off too?” Teasing him as you switch to planting random kisses along his face, enjoying the warmth flooding your chest as you slowly reintroduce grinding on him into the equation. 

“Let me help.” His breath washes over your face as his head tilts down to watch as his fingers toy with the fabric before the flesh one slides back to undo the fasteners. You almost have to laugh at how serious his face is, as if he’s working on something far more intricate than a bra, and once you feel the band around your ribs loosen it’s your turn to roll your shoulders so the straps trail down your arms. 

As the material falls away he freezes and you feel a rather violent twitching in his pants while his eyes are locked on your chest. An involuntary lick of his lips as he slowly moves the fabric lower and the groan seems to rumble out of him. His blue eyes dart up to yours and you have to hold back a snort at his next question. “Can I touch them?” 

You can’t hold in your laughter as your body shakes from the mirth as you remove the rest of it and toss it where you think your shirt went. “No, I just took it off to tease you.” Catching his face in your hands and kissing him again, letting out a soft moan as you nibble on his lower lip. “Of course you can.” Your voice is breathless again and being the gentleman he is, Eriks doesn’t rush to fondle your chest. Instead lifting his hands to your back and pulling you hard against him and going to a deeper kiss again, letting his hips lift so when you next roll against him the hardness between his legs is rubbing along your clit. The fabric of your underwear clinging to your skin adds a layer to the sensation with its texture, drenched in the slick pouring from you. You almost come from the feeling and Eriks must sense it, his grip tightening on your body panting against your lips.

“Let me make you come again Sweetness, just keep grinding against me.” You do as he asks, letting your hands roam across his shoulders and rolling your hips. Small noises leave you as Eriks rests his hands on your hips, using it as leverage to lift your body higher on his and wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. 

Your back is arching, your clothed cunt still rubbing against his cock through his pants as he sucks while you moan far louder than you’d intended. He doesn’t let, pulling more of your skin into his mouth and using the tip of that tongue of his to circle the nub in the center, going this way and that. All while keeping your hips moving. Your hands are flying to grip his head, great fistfuls of his hair tangled in your fingers as you grind against him desperately.

The sound of his sucking and slurping is obscene and you feel the pressure inside of you building and damn if you don’t want more of it, forcing his head against your chest. Eriks must enjoy it as he grunts in response and starts to lick at your nipple with his tongue flat covering the entire surface of sensitive skin. A few more grinds against each other and let you a startled cry as you come, feeling that tingle run up your spine. Slumping a little against him as you relax, a wet pop as he removes his mouth and slides his lips along the skin until his head in between both of your breasts. Mouthing at the skin between them while you catch your breath. 

“Eriks?”

“Yes, Sweetness?” His voice muffled against your chest, even though you aren’t keeping him pressed against you anymore he seems rather content with his face buried in your skin. 

“Will you please let me return the favor this time? I feel guilty you’ve let me come twice on you now.” Carding your fingers gently through his hair and you feel his exhale as it wafts against your skin, cooling the spit he’s left behind that makes you shiver. 

“You’re bound and determined aren’t you?” His voice is almost mournful as he asks the question. 

“Yes. I don’t want to only just receive in this relationship.” Tugging on his scalp gently so he leans backward. “Even if I just touch you through the fabric Eriks, please.” You can see the flickers of fear in his eyes, leaning down so your foreheads are together not sure if your words will help with his apprehension. “I just want to see you come undone too, to know I did that.” Biting your lip as you watch those expressive blue orbs and the warring emotions inside of him. “Have you ever touched yourself while thinking of me?” You aren’t fully sure why you asked the question, perhaps remembering when he asked you something similar in the well and it has his straining cock throbbing impossibly warm through his clothes under you. 

“No.” Your face falls again at the admission and your shoulders slump. “Because I don’t deserve to. I don’t deserve any relief like that.” You don’t miss the dejection in his voice, but you think you see something glimmer in those eyes like hope. 

“Maybe you should let me judge that. I won’t force you, but I want to see you relax and not carry the weight of the world on your shoulders.” You almost add on something but it doesn’t feel right. Not yet. It’s too soon to call him that L word. 

“I’m afraid this will end if you see me. All of me.” 

“You should know by now I’m not that shallow. I want all of you Eriks, and I’ll wait a lifetime if that’s what it takes.” His fears are valid, but at this point, you don’t care what he has between his legs you just want to see that undercurrent of a sad smile that always has been wiped from his face.

A long exhale and you feel him pat your ass with both hands tilting his face to kiss you quickly. “Alright, Sweetness. You win.” He uses his grip on your hips to help you stand before he does the same, gripping his belt and working on undoing it before pausing and bending to remove his shoes. 

You swallow and work quickly to do the same, hearing him pause while you’re bent over. “What are you?”

“Getting naked, just like you.” Lifting your head and sending him what you hope is a dazzling smile “Fair is fair right?” 

That has him chuckling as he stands again, undoing his zipper before stopping. “Could you? Could you maybe sit on the bed?” He’s nervous again, and you nod feeling the light give of the mattress under you. Another swallow on his part and he gives you the softest smile almost as if mourning something. “Well, here we go I guess.” Hooking his pants and underwear in one go sliding both down his thick thighs and stepping out of the fabric.

It’s your turn to swallow as you gaze at him dappled in the light of the moons shining in through your window. A canvas of more scars and metal along his legs, the light making the bits of his unblemished skin almost translucent in comparison. It’s hard to not stare at the length bobbing between his legs and you suddenly understand why he was so nervous. It’s not a normal cock by any means, covered in bumpy ridges almost like inter lapping scales climbing upwards. You almost don’t miss the thinner stalks of what look like tendrils wrapped around him, a light purple-blue sheen to them as if lit from within. 

You must have been silent for too long as Eriks coughs. “I should get dressed.” Bending and reaching for his pants and you’re reeling, dropping from the bed in front of him and gripping his thighs in your hands. 

“No. You shouldn’t.” Moving closer and pressing your lips against his thigh as close to his sex as you can. “I won’t lie. I might be a little surprised.” You look up at him and stand to rub against the muscles under your palm. “Eriks, I need you to not be you for the next little bit and actually talk about yourself. I need you to tell me what feels good and what doesn’t. Can you do that for me?” While keeping eye contact with him you try to keep your face as close to his cock as possible, feeling it twitch beside your head as your breath hits it. This close you can see the globs of clear fluid pouring from his tip and damn do you want to wrap your lips around it and suck. 

“Wait” There is no mistaking the confusion in his voice. “You still want to-”

“Eriks.” Cutting him off you squeeze his thighs as hard as you can to make sure you have his full attention. “I want to feel that cock of yours inside me and ride it until we either break the bed frame or I’m too exhausted to move. But first I want to lick you all over and suck you off, and I need to know if I can do that.” Ending your little rant with a press of your lips close enough to the twitching appendix that you can feel it brush your cheek. 

You don’t miss the tears falling from his eyes as he looks at you on your knees in front of him, raising his prosthetic to ghost over your other cheek and brush your hair from your eyes. “You’re amazing my sweetness.” His voice catches in his throat as he speaks and you just smile up at him. 

“Nah. I just want to make you feel as good as you do me.” Chuckling up at him as he uses his flesh hand to wipe at his eyes. “Now come on big guy” Smirking as you let your eyes flick to his cock so he catches both meanings. “Can I start licking or what?” 

“You can.” He chuckles eyes still misty “Just be careful of the thinner strands around me, they sometimes have a mind of their own.” It really is funny to see the pink return to his cheeks while he's still looking at you like you're the best thing to ever happen to him. With that small warning, you tilt your head and run the tip of your tongue along a few of the ridges avoiding one of the tendrils. The sigh Eriks lets out at your action makes your heart beat faster and a burning start in your belly. The fact he's so responsive from such a small touch has your head running a mile a minute, wondering just how reactive and sensitive he could be. 

“Eriks?” You question again as you swipe your tongue along another section of his ridged length. Hearing him moan you press your lips together before looking up at him with your full attention. “Do you touch yourself the way I touch myself when I think about you?” His cock throbs right next to your face but the crimson flush on his face is telling. 

“No. I don't. It's not exactly human-looking.” Seeing his swallow you move closer and mouth at the space between two of the tendrils and suck lightly. “I never thought you'd want me, so I ignored what I wanted.” 

“Stop that Baby. Because I want all of you and I don't just mean your body.” You start placing kitten licks along his length moving upwards towards the head seeing a pool of clear fluid starting to bead along ridges. “I want all those soft smiles you have, and the sad ones you wear when you think no one is watching.” Placing another few licks as you keep working feeling your clit pulse and hearing his breathing grow eractic. “I know there's so much to you that you don't share and some of it you might not ever share, but I wanna be the one you share it with.” The next few words catch in your throat, too hard to verbalize as you come to terms with the fact you might feel a lot more than just lust for this beautiful and broken man. Instead wrapping your lips around his tip and sucking, tasting the liquid and almost groaning as it floods your mouth. Your pussy clenches and a line of fire sweeps up your spine while liquid drips from you like a faucet. Both of his hands reach to tangle in your hair while a low hum seems to echo from Eriks and it has you doing proverbial laps of happiness before you pull off his cock. “No more not touching yourself, alright? Now. What happens if I do touch these?” You tease placing a quick kiss on one of the tendrils, gasping in wonder as it flutters away from his length for a moment before landing flat against his dick. 

Letting Eriks push your head back and look up to see a shy smile on his face again and that crimson flush is covering his entire face and chest now. “I did say they have a mind of their own.” 

“Did you like that at least?” 

“Yes.”

“Good, because I'm going to enjoy this.” Using a bit more force as you move your head back in and this time wrap your hand around his base with your fingertips just brushing your thumb. A noise not unlike a keening coming from inside him as he throbs under your fingers and his tip is covered in fluid again. Starting to pump his cock and keeping the pressure light with his tendrils wrapped around him you’re amazed at the amount of fluid leaking from him. Feeling it coating your fingers and dripping over them as you reach the top, at least you don't have to worry about chafing. Nibbling on the head and feeling your body respond as more of the fluid lines your lips, rubbing your thighs together and they glide against one another with the wetness that has dripped out of you. Doing your best to commit each and every bump to memory under your digits as the humming starts in the room again and you realize it's all coming from Eriks. It adds to the throbbing of your sex and the way your entire body seems to clench in anticipation. 

Somewhere in the back of your mind you know the liquid from Eriks must be doing something to you, you've never felt this turned on before. Almost as if you're hyper-aware of everything from the way the skin on your fingertips drag along the bumps of his cock, to the sweat at the edge of your hairline and under his palms, all the way to the tingling of your toes against the floor. Every nerve, every fiber of your being seems more in tune with how you feel and how Eriks is making you feel. 

Hearing a short groan and glancing upwards you swoon internally at the way he's biting his bottom lip trying to keep his noises contained and the way his eyes are shut with his brow pinched. His focus on trying to keep himself from letting you hear him is adorable, well or him just trying to keep the keep house from hearing just how good you make him feel might be more accurate. “If I wasn’t worried about the rest of our family I’d tell you to stop holding back those noises.” Not waiting for him to answer you slip your mouth over his tip and suck once more, hearing a whine from Eriks as his hips buck trying to sink more of him into your warm mouth. 

“Sweetness, you’re gonna be my undoing.” Ignoring him you close your eyes, hand still pumping his length while hollowing your cheeks and sucking as hard as you can. If he’s telling you that you want him to let himself go, to let some of the tension and fear he seems to carry fall away from him. Well and your pussy clenches and throbs around the idea of swallowing a load of his cum down your throat. Moving your hand faster and letting the tip of your tongue flutter against the opening in his cock. The amount of fluid coming from his slit is too much as it seeps from the corners of your mouth, trailing down your arm to your elbow before dripping to the floor. It’s making a mess all you keep thinking is how you can’t wait to feel him inside you, as the bumps seem to shift and pulse and his tendrils wiggle under your fingers. “Swee- Augh” Eriks can’t even finish as his release hits the back of your throat with enough force to make you jump. 

The sensation of liquid spattering against your face also has you a little confused, popping off his dick and gently releasing his length from your hand. Reaching up scoop some of the liquid off your cheek looking to see the pale blue of it and tilting your head. Your libido is running high from the load you just swallowed and you react on instinct by sticking two of your fingers in your mouth and sucking. 

It makes you cum from the salty taste and you can’t help but moan as your eyes roll back in your head. You never thought you could find release just from sucking Eriks off, let alone licking his release off your fingers. The weight of his hands coming to rest on your shoulders and rubbing gently. “My tendrils have my ah, actual release. If that makes sense.” You hum feeling boneless as you open your eyes to see him kneeling in front of you and his cock is still bobbing between his legs. 

“Eriks?”

“Yes, Sweetness?” His voice is soothing, using one of his hands and what you think is one of his socks to pat at your skin to clean what is apparently his real release from your skin. 

“Please let me ride you.” Like this, he’s at your level and you lean across the space looking for his lips. Sighing as he shifts to meet you and it’s a brush of swollen lips against dry ones, low mewls and whines from both of you and your hands move to press against his chest. Feeling his heartbeat under the scarred skin and it’s racing as quickly as yours. 

“I think we should move to the bed first sweetness.” You both chuckle and you feel like the amount of his skin pressed against yours isn’t enough. No, it’s nowhere near enough, you want to be wrapped in his limbs and yours clutching his as your chests align. 

“Then get on the bed because I’ll follow you anywhere right now.” You want to feel that ridged length of his deep in your core, after having a taste and your fingers wrapped around him you can only imagine the way it’s going to feel against your walls. And you’ve never been patient. 

Sliding your hands up his chest and struggling to get your feet under you to stand and drag Eriks to the bed with you. To say you're not successful is a bit of an understatement barely able to get even to your knees before stumbling, suffice to say Eriks doesn't budge from his place across from you. “Hush Sweetness. We have time to get there.” A light press of his fingers as they trail along your arms so he can grip your hands in his as he maneuvers you so you're sitting in his lap feeling his cock throb against your inner thigh and leaking even more liquid between the two of you. “I'm not going anywhere, just give me time to get used to your affections.” 

It's awkward but you relent somewhat since more of your body is wedged against him, the sensation of his arms encompassing you as he presses his forehead against the side of your temple. His eyes shine once more while he just breathes, the metal in his chest indenting your skin. “If you want to call me wanting to jump you that bad as affections fine. Just know it runs a lot more than skin deep.” Chuckling as you start to play with some of the strands of his hair while watching him. 

“You seem to be taking all of this rather” He pauses as if looking for the right word while his flesh hand runs along your back. “Calmy.” 

“Oh I'm not calm, my heart is beating so hard in my chest that I'm surprised you can't see it moving and my skin that isn't touching you feels like it's burning.” Your voice is soft as you admit it and the churning in your stomach starts up again as the muscles in your stomach start to react to your growing arousal. “If you mean more about you and the extraordinary-looking length between your legs? Well, I'm a little surprised but it isn't going to change how I feel about you.” Turning in his lap so even more of your bodies are pressed together. “I think in time if you want to tell me more you will, but for now I'm happy. Well.” Letting your voice drop into a playful tone and licking the tip of his nose. “As happy as a girl who wants to feel her lover's lovely cock in her can be when he’s making her slow down and wait.”

“So we're lovers now?” A soft little laugh escapes him at your antics but the growing smile on his face more than gives him away. “That seems presumptuous.” Angling his head to tilt yours up for a quick brush of his lips over yours and remaining close so the two of you share the same breath. “We only had one date.” 

“One date and a lot of mind-blowing orgasms.” You counter letting the hand that wasn't curled in his hair slide down his chest to wrap around his length again. “I wouldn't mind more of either if that's what it takes to convince you.” 

“So forward my sweetness.” Still teasing you a little before gripping your hand and removing it from his cock to kiss the back of it. Watching his face grow somber before letting his gaze land directly on yours. “Do you really want me that bad?”

“Of course I do Eriks.” 

“Alright then. I guess I'll let you ride me but um, don't mind my tendrils doing their own thing? Ok?” Taking the time to spread your fingers and kiss the tip of each one before you find yourself laughing. 

“I'll try not to I guess?” You really don't know what to expect from them but you can't see them doing anything crazy. Taking a sharp inhale as the muscles of his abdomen flex and he starts to stand taking you with him. Every time he shows his strength like this it makes some primal part of your brain hum, it's so rare to see compared to when he tries to hide that ability under the guise of his loose clothing and easygoing mannerisms. yet moments like now as he stands with you in his arms serve as a reminder and you can't help but lick your lips. With steady steps even if he doesn’t have far to go he’s careful as he lowers you to your feet beside the edge of the bed frame. 

Fingers grasping the coarse material that makes up your bedding and tugging on the layers until it’s just the sheet that covers the mattress remaining and you gesture to it. “I guess this is your last chance to back out if you want.” Trying to keep your tone playful since you know if he does decide he doesn’t want this it will shatter your heart even if you refuse to voice how much you’ve come to care for Eriks. 

“The same goes for you too.” Slipping onto your bed and trying to get comfortable he lets out a soft groan as he settles in the center and lifts his hands to adjust your pillow under his head. Dappled in the moonlight with every portion of him framed on your mattress you shake your head. 

Carefully joining him and settling so you’re hovering above his stomach aware of his length twitching just behind you. “No, I want this.” Certain your flush has to be visible in the same pale light as an inferno rages across your skin. 

His flesh hand dancing along your arm since like this he can’t reach your face without leaning upwards. “You won’t break me, so let your legs relax.” His words are tender and you have to smile as your heart beats to it’s own song, shaking your head before bending to kiss him soundly on the lips. Almost like a promise as neither of you presses too hard before you lean back and shuffle down, lifting yourself higher so your pussy is hovering over his twitching cock. 

You sort of get what he meant now about the tendrils. There are five of them in total and each one is moving as if of it’s own accord and none of them are wrapped around his length anymore, just connected to the base of him. You give him a single pump and another flood of fluid spills from his tip with an audible gasp. Lowering your hips you slide the head of his cock around your pussy lips, smearing the liquid across both of you before stopping to look him in the eye. 

Licking your lips at the look of desperation on his face as if he’s trying to hold himself back once more. “Ready?” 

“Yes. Just be gentle. It is my first time you know.” Teasing you a little more once again before giving you a nod. Letting yourself relax you lower your hips, sighing as he starts to spread you open as you slowly sink onto his cock. With his shape even from the start, you feel the tension inside of you build, the bumps and groves of his dick hitting against clusters of nerves has you reeling. 

“You feel so good.” Eriks' voice is guttural and you keep moving your hips up and down, working more and more of him into your slick channel on each descent. Already your lungs are burning with all the panting you’re doing, you know you aren’t going to last with the way your walls are clenching around him. Every movement seems to have new sensations and the sweat starts to pour freely down your body adding to the mess of liquid under both of your bodies where you’re joined. 

“You too.” It takes effort to pant those two small words and when your hips are flush with his you throw your head back feeling the tendons strain. You’ve never felt this full, stretched to the limit with Eriks as deep inside of you as he can go. “Fuck.” It’s all you can think with the warmth of his cock spreading inside of you and his tendrils writhing between your bodies while you adjust to him splitting you open. 

“You feel so good!” As hot as you feel you glance forward to see the tears running down Eriks' face. “I’m not gonna be able to last.” Every part of his body is tense, the veins in his neck throbbing and you bite your lip starting to grind your hips. You know if you try to ride him right now neither of you will make it past the first few rounds. 

“Then let go Eriks.” You pant as you lean forward to add the slightest tilt to your pelvis and almost see stars, planting your hands on his chest and whining low in your throat. Every bump of his cock adds to the pressure against your walls as you grind down onto him. His heart is thundering in his chest and you feel the fluttering of his muscles under your fingers before the sound of fabric ripping reaches your ears. His knuckle-white grip on the sheets was so tight he tore the fabric. “Eriks, please baby, let go with me.” Rolling your hips harder now as you realize you don’t want to drag this out, you want to feel him let go and turn into a pile of goo with you. 

Starting to lift your hips as your breathing grows erratic with the slamming of your body against his. That coil in your body so tightly wound that you’re just hanging on the edge ready to tip over. A low moan from Eriks and his hands are on your hips helping you to move up and down his length. “I need a little more.” Choking the words out as his face screws tight, you can’t blame him with his different sex he might need more stimulation to the sides of his cock than you do. 

“Almost” The word is hoarse and you feel like you’re a dam ready to break from the floodwater. A wordless scream passes your lips as something starts to play with your clit, the texture soft yet hard at the same time. Glancing down where the two of you are joined are three of his tendrils rubbing against the bundle of nerves in tandem. Adding and decreasing the pressure before crisscrossing over the slick skin. 

Eriks is starting to slam you down and meets your movements with ones of his own and you slump as your vision goes white as the tide of your orgasm washes over you. Your body quakes in ways you didn’t know was possible as nerves twitch from the force of your orgasm. Sighing when Eriks pulls you down onto him a final time and you feel as he pumps a searing load deep inside your cunt, smaller sensations of hot liquid bursting across your belly and butt as his tendrils release their individual loads.

You’re numb as Eriks pulls you down against him so your head is resting over his heart as you both bathe in the afterglow catching your breaths. Unaware of the passage of time as you listen to his soothing heartbeat while your fingers start to trace random patterns across his chest, feeling his fingers dancing along your back doing the same. You don’t want to move enjoying how full you still feel. 

“I guess you ended up too exhausted after one round. I thought you wanted to ride me all night long.” There’s nothing but soft gentle teasing to his words as you turn your face to look up at his grin. 

“Give me a few minutes to recover and we’ll go again.” A pause after your words before you both start to laugh shaking against one another. “Did you enjoy your first time?”

“Greatly. I can’t wait to have more of them with you.” Still feeling his chest shake with mirth you can only do the same. 

“Alright, but if you want to go again I think you need to take the lead this time.” You aren’t even sure if you have the strength to slide off his body let alone have another round of sex as an active participant. 

“Once you’re not as exhausted I want to try again.” Grumbling as he tries to close the distance to kiss you but you don’t have the energy to reach him, so instead he settles for planting a few quick pecks on the top of your head. 

The next morning you’re barely able to move, finding yourself wrapped in a bedsheet as Eriks slips from the room to get a bath running for the two of you with a sheet around his own hips. Only to walk into the hall just in time to meet Lina and Granny. 

“You two kept me up all night.” The sassy teen snorted brushing past him without a second glance. “I hope you broke the bed!” Called over her shoulder as a parting shot. 

As Eriks turned a shade of crimson to match a coat he had left behind Granny just started to chuckle. “I see the two of you had a good time.” Leaning on her cane and patting his forearm in a reassuring manner. “Look after her today, I don’t think she’ll be going too far.” Before moving past Eriks who is looking to the ceiling now, wondering how the two of you can soundproof your room for future occurrences. 

For now, however, he needs to get that shower going and maybe get a glass or two of water for the two of you to drink. One thing is for certain, the man once known as Vash the Stampede certainly enjoyed losing his virginity, and with a woman who didn’t care he was different. 

Maybe he’d get the chance to tell her he was certain the feeling budding in his heart was love. Feeling his feet growing cold he got a move on, planning to spend the day telling you how wonderful you were and doting on you until you swatted at him in annoyance. 

Blissfully unaware of a man with a cross wrapped in a white cloth and straps had started a search trying to find him. 

Well, time to hide in a hole

Chapter one

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[anyasathenaeum]

I have an Eriks-adjacent request for you. How about Vash and Reader, newlywed, visiting Granny and Lina sometime after the main story is over? I think it would be a nice and wholesome scenario. <3

In The End

A/N: Okay I'm just gonna go sob hysterically in the corner because this is literally the sweetest idea Anon I hope you know that I love you for this.

Pairing: Vash x reader, previous Eriks!Vash x reader

Warnings: Potential spoilers for episode 12 of Trigun Stampede, potential spoilers for episode 18 of Trigun, hinting towards PTSD/trauma, the author taking liberties

The town was quieter than either of you remembered.

Perhaps it was because people weren't fighting to leave anymore, and bandits no longer ran the place.

"It's so quiet," Vash mumbled to your side, reading your thoughts exactly.

"I know," You replied, squeezing his hand gently in yours, "It's strange, isn't it? Do you think they're still here?"

Vash just hummed quietly in response, "I think so. Let's go, only one way to find out, right?"

The smile Vash gave you was bright, and it coaxed a matching smile out of you in a way only Vash could. With another reassuring squeeze of Vash's hand, the two of you began to walk through the town, reminiscing at the times the two of you had spent here.

This was the town where, a couple years after the disaster in July city, you had reunited with Vash. You had believed that Vash, the love of your life, had perished in the incident, or was permanently in hiding and that you'd never see him again. However, you were wrong, as Vash had been there in front of you as Eriks when you'd blown into this town all those years ago. You didn't recognize him at first, but Eriks had felt familiar to you for reasons you couldn't identify. That is, until you realized he wasn't Eriks - he was Vash. Your Vash.

From that point forward, you had never left Vash's side. Through thick and thin, you stuck by him, comforting him and giving Vash the courage to continue onward with what he needed to do. You and Vash were inseparable, right up until Vash's encounter with his brother, Knives. Once it was all over, and the worst had passed, you and Vash had decided to bind yourselves to one another in every way you knew how, which led to the rings you both wore - yours on your left ring finger, and Vash's on a chain around his neck. Reminders of the promises the two of you had made to each other.

"Wow," you whistled out, looking around the town - people seemed to be calmer, happier, even greeting the two of you as you walked through the streets, "Are you sure this is the same town, Vash?"

You heard Vash chuckle beside you, "Yup, I'm pretty sure. I did spend a few years here, you know."

"Oh, I know, Eriks," You shot back immediately, cocking an eyebrow at your husband.

Vash let out a nervous laugh and rubbed the back of his neck, "R-Right, sorry... I sometimes forget you knew me as Eriks, too."

"Finding you was the happiest day of my life, Vash. Regardless of the name you had, the clothes your wore or the way you looked that day. I found you. That's all that mattered to me, and that's still the only thing that matters to me."

You spoke so simply, every word a well-known fact to you, and it made Vash's heart swell in his chest. He fought back the urge to cry in front of you, instead opting to lift your joined hands so that he could press a gentle kiss to the back of yours, followed by a second kiss to the ring you wore on your finger. His ring.

"I'm so glad you found me, (Y/N). I dread to think what might've happened had you not."

You smiled at Vash's words, "I'm afraid you're stuck with me now, Stampede."

"I wouldn't have that any other way. I love you, (Y/N)."

"I love you, too, Vash. Now, let's go find Grandma Sheryl and Lina."

"Right!"

The two of you continued to walk hand-in-hand, progressing towards the farmhouse that you both knew had been home to Vash for 2 years.

Sure enough, the farmhouse looked exactly as you remembered - the same weathered paint, the Thomases strolling in their pen outside, the same porch with the rocking chair Grandma Sheryl loved, everything felt as though it were frozen in time.

Vash suddenly stopped walking, and when you turned to look at him, you could see the worry on his face.

"It's okay, Vash. Lina and Grandma Sheryl will recognize you, and I know they'll be happy to see you. Remember, they asked Wolfwood and I to take good care of you."

Your voice was gentle, and you just stood there next to your husband, waiting for him to feel comfortable enough to take the step forward on his own. You knew him well enough that pushing him would get you nowhere - you just had to be patient and kind to him, especially when he wasn't patient or kind to himself.

"Right."

Vash's voice was quiet, and you could see he was remembering something from the faraway look in his eyes. Likely reliving his time here as Eriks, and likely all the horrors that had followed. All the friends he had lost, all the death and all the sorrow, he was reliving it all in that moment.

You reached up slowly, resting your hand gently on Vash's face so as to not startle him, cupping his cheek delicately in your palm as you stroked his cheek with your thumb, "It's okay, my love. You're here, with me. Come back to me."

Sometimes, your words were enough to bring Vash out of his thoughts. Sometimes, they weren't, and that was okay, too. Vash had gone through so much, and you knew he needed time to come to terms with everything and heal as best as he could. You would be there, no matter how long it took, no matter what happened.

This time, though, your words proved enough and Vash's eyes cleared, his focus landing on you as he gave you a soft, thankful smile. He didn't need words to express just how much he appreciated your presence, your patience and your love.

"Come on," You encouraged softly, tugging your husband forward slightly, "Let's go see Sheryl and Lina."

Vash just chuckled and let you tug him forward, allowing you to give him the courage to face the people who had sheltered him, fed him, clothed him and loved him until he had upped and left.

You knocked on the heavy wooden door, your knocks echoing loudly around you both as you waited for somebody to answer. You could hear footsteps from inside, as well as two voices yelling incomprehensible things to each other before the door swung open.

There, standing taller and looking more grown up than ever, was Lina.

She blinked a couple times as she gazed at your face, then at Vash's, then back to yours, then back to Vash's, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. Then-

"ERIKS?!"

Before Vash could register what was happening, Lina had thrown herself at him, enveloping him in a tight hug, tears streaming down her cheeks as she yelled.

"Oh, my God, Eriks, you're back! What took you so long, you idiot?! Grandma and I were worried about you, you hardly wrote to us! You really kept us in the dark, you know! I can't believe you're back, I've missed you so much!"

Vash could only chuckle as he held the weeping girl, who despite having grown up, was still small and young in his eyes.

He rubbed her back comfortingly, mumbling softly, "I missed you, too, Lina. I'm sorry I didn't write, it's been a very hard time until lately."

You stood there, smiling warmly as you took in the touching scene before you, as Lina embraced Vash with everything she had in her. Vash was like a big brother to Lina, and you knew how much she loved him and how much he loved her. It was obvious, right up to the moment when Lina cried as Vash left to continue his journey all those years ago.

Once Lina had gotten enough of her tears and emotions out, she drew back from Vash, turning to look at you and then, suddenly, she was hugging you tightly, too.

You let out a startled yelp as Lina almost knocked you over, but you quickly returned her embrace, hugging her tightly - she was still the feisty, strong girl you remembered.

"We missed you, Lina. Look how you've grown!" You exclaimed, rubbing her back gently and smiling at her as she hugged you.

"Yeah, that happens when you're gone for a few years!" She snapped back, her voice still thick with tears.

A twinge of guilt spiked through you, and given the expression on Vash's face, you knew that the feeling was shared, but there was no point to dwell on it now.

"I know, Lina, and I'm sorry. We're both sorry," You whispered gently, brushing away the young girl's tears as you looked down at her, "But we're here now."

Lina just nodded her head before wiping her face with her sleeve, taking a couple steps back as she tried to recollect herself before pointing at you and Vash, "Good. You two better not be leaving anytime soon."

At that, you and Vash both let out a laugh, with you putting up your hands in defence, "Alright, alright, yes ma'am! We're not going anywhere for a bit."

Your answered seemed to pacify Lina, until her eyes suddenly narrowed as she saw something glint on your hand - your ring.

The gasp that escaped her startled you as she ran forward, clutching your hand in hers as she gawked at your ring, "(Y/N), are you married now?!"

You let out a laugh, "Yes, indeed. Have been for a little while."

"Who's the culprit?"

You let out another laugh at Lina's question, and you heard Vash laughing next to you, causing Lina to glance at him curiously, "Why are you laughing, Eriks?"

"Because he's the culprit, as you put it," You answered, stifling another laugh as you saw Lina's incredulous expression.

"No way. You married Eriks?!"

Vash just reached around his neck and revealed the chain that bore his matching wedding ring, causing Lina to squeal loudly.

"What?! No fair, the two of you got married?! And you didn't tell us?! What the hell, that's not cool, you two better have another wedding here with us so we can attend or so help me!"

Both you and Vash were now laughing harder than you had in a little while, with Vash coming up and pulling you and Lina both into his arms, holding you both close to him. In that moment, Vash knew peace unlike he had ever known before, laughing as he embraced those he felt were his family - the person who was like his little sister, and the person who was the love of his life, his spouse. That moment was perfect, and Vash felt a pang of longing, wishing he could stay in this moment forever with the two of you. But, soon enough, Lina pulled back from the hug, tugging both you and Vash towards the inside of the house.

"Come on, you have to see Grandma Sheryl! Oh, she'll be so happy to see you both!"

You and Vash just looked at each other softly, smiles appearing on your faces as let Lina guide you both into the house. In that moment, both you and Vash knew nothing but peace, happiness, and love, and in the end, everything looked hopeful.

Taglist: @mossygalaxy, @ryuukami4, @spacioussoul, @iceoblivious

#anya's athenaeum #trigun stampede #trigun #vash the stampede #trigun stampede x reader #trigun x reader #vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader

[lifeontoast]

Super Freak

 

Aged up!Dwayne Hoover x reader (gender neutral reader – no pronouns used)

 

SUMMARY: Dwayne finally lets loose at Olive’s pageant, and admits something he never thought he would. Dwayne is aged up.

 

Word count: 1.6k

 

A/N: thank you lovely anon for this request! Hope you like it :) Feel free to drop me any other Paul Dano requests if you have them.

 

Trigger warnings: character death (canon)

 

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You were friends with the Hoovers.

 

That was the understatement of the century. You were practically their third child, the amount of time you spent at their place.

 

At first, it started as babysitting Olive when her parents were busy. You lived nearby, and were known to be extremely trustworthy and so were an obvious choice. Olive took such a shine to you that she began to look for excuses for her parents to go out just so you could come around; Sheryl was happy to oblige with this, as she knew she could trust you and was happy to have some time with her husband when they were normally both so busy.

 

Sheryl had invited you for dinner one day, the day that Olive got the call about the Little Miss Sunshine pageant. Of course, you were super happy for her, and gave her a big hug and a smile. Of course, she was going to go, and win it to boot. But then came the logistics. Sheryl didn’t feel comfortable leaving Dwayne alone with Frank, so she begged him to come.

 

Now little did you know, but Dwayne had also taken a shine to you when you came to babysit. He saw how you were willing to do anything, play any game with Olive and he loved it. He secretly loved his little sister with all his heart, and was happy to see her happy. Though he never said a word, the two of you communicated occasionally through small smiles and nods. Dwayne hoped that one day he would pluck up the courage to actually “talk” to the gorgeous babysitter. Not that it would matter if he did or not, of course; there was no way you liked him back. Right?

 

One day, when you were over babysitting, he was just sitting on his bed reading Nietzsche, he heard music coming from the living room. He quietly made his way to the source of the sound, purely out of curiosity. Here’s what he saw: you and Olive dancing around the living room without a care in the world. You were happy and laughing together, and Dwayne thought it was one of the most wonderful things he’d ever witnessed. You caught his eyes and smiled a big, beautiful smile. Just for him. It was then that he knew he was in love with you.

 

Anyway, Sheryl was uncomfortable leaving Dwayne alone with Frank, so she begged him to come with them to the pageant. He shook his head strongly, looking disgusted. Just because he loved his sister didn’t mean that he was willing to go and watch a bunch of 7 year olds flaunt themselves on stage in front of a crowd of adults, being judged on their every move. He found it appalling. Wrong, even. She kept pleading, and Dwayne could only think of one thing that would make him not hate every second. He took out his pad and pen, looked his mother in the eye, and wrote one sentence on the pad:

 

Only if Y/N can come.

 

Her eyes widened a little when she saw what was written, but she knew there was no other way. She thought the request was for Olive’s sake, as she adored you - Sheryl didn’t even think Dwayne liked you. She didn’t really mind; you were very pleasant company. Little did she know, the request was purely for Dwayne’s own sake. She looked at you, with a slight blush dusting your cheeks as you had caught a glimpse of the notepad.

‘Y/N, honey, would you like to come to the pageant with us?’ She smiled.

‘Yeah, I’d love to, if you’re sure that’s okay?’ You replied.

‘Of course it is!’ Sheryl laughed.

She held out a hand for Dwayne to shake. He took it. You risked a quick glance over at Dwayne - he had the ghost of a grin on his face.

 

So, that was how, a little while later, you found yourself in the backseat of a bright yellow VW van, driving to California in the scorching heat.

 

The trip had been filled with drama. Grandpa passed on, Frank bumped into a ghost from his past, Richard lost the book deal of a lifetime, and Dwayne started talking. Ever since he found out he was colour-blind, he had given up on his goal of flight school.

 

When he had his breakdown, you were the first to go and comfort him, due to your kind and compassionate nature. As he heard your running footsteps coming towards him, a ghost of a smile made its way onto his face despite how distraught he felt; when you hugged him tight, he couldn’t help but hug you back. It was like you were made to be in his arms. Him in yours. You just belonged there. It felt so natural, but so strange nonetheless. The girl who he had been harbouring a secret crush on for months was finally hugging him. Just like he had been dreaming of.

 

Eventually, Olive came over and gave her brother a hug too. When he was ready, he made his way back to the van, each of you on one side of him. As you walked, you both felt your hands accidentally brush together. You both blushed and looked away. Olive, unusually observant for a 7-year-old, noticed. She smiled to herself, knowing of your mutual infatuations. She would have to play matchmaker to get you two to realise feelings for each other.

 

Before long, you were at the pageant. After the drama with the late registration, Olive was backstage getting ready. You sat in the lobby with Frank and Dwayne, conversing about one thing or another. Eventually, you found yourselves outside, the ocean breeze ruffling your hair in a very angelic fashion (thought Dwayne). His own black hair was blowing gently too, and even under the long, raven strands you could see the grin evident on his face. Frank stood back and allowed you two to discreetly gaze lovingly into each other’s eyes, still fully unaware of the other’s attractions. You leaned on the railing of the promenade and thought to yourself how it would be a perfect spot for a date with Dwayne. If only he liked you back. Frank saw you looking dreamy and wistful, and he smiled to himself; young love.

‘Hey, Y/N? Dwayne? Should we go back inside?’ he said softly. He hated himself for killing the moment, but the show was about to start.

You nodded in unison and began to wander back to the hotel. Once again, your hands brushed accidentally, and you blushed and grinned shamefully, hardly daring to look at Dwayne for fear that he’d find out your secret.

 

Back in the hotel, the pageant was a disaster. Dwayne had made clear his disdain for the event, and now he sat, stony-faced, in the audience. Next to you. You felt your heart flutter as he sat so close; the smallness of the room meant that all the chairs had to be crammed together to fit them all in. You’d never been so near to him. You felt the gentle heat from his skinny but definitely muscular arms, and, glancing up at his face, you felt your heart burst. Your love had reached its climax; this was it, you were going to say something. But you didn’t. Because the boy you loved definitely didn’t love you back.

 

The opening bars to ‘Super Freak’ began, and Olive began her dance. You thought it was brilliant, but the judges clearly did not. It was even better than when she had practiced with you. The judges and emcee were trying desperately to get her off the stage, but Olive wasn’t having any of it. The Richard got up on the stage, and one by one, the whole family ran up to the stage to join Olive in support.

 

Finally, it was just you and Dwayne left sitting in the audience. A sudden jolt of adrenaline coursed through your veins, and you grabbed the boy’s hand and ran towards the stage with him. He just looked at you in shock. Once up on the stage, he had no clue what to do, but you led him along. Gradually, he found his feet and surprisingly, he was actually enjoying himself. On a stage, in front of a hundred strangers, dancing with his sister’s babysitter. That was not something he thought he’d be doing when he woke up this morning! He looked over at you, and you were smiling at him. Again. He felt a flutter in his stomach, and suddenly Dwayne couldn’t deny his feelings for you any longer. He took you in his arms and spun you around. You just blushed; your heart beating madly. He pulled you close to him, and looked deep into your eyes; every person in the room except you two vanished. He placed a gentle kiss on your blushing cheek, and smiled. You couldn’t believe your luck – Dwayne Hoover was kissing you! He seemed to gain courage, and, leaning into your ear, he whispered three little words:

‘I love you.’

 

The song finished, and the family turned to look at the two of you, blushing and grinning in each other’s arms. Frank just laughed. He knew it had to happen eventually.

 

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A/N: as usual, thanks so much for reading! You guys rock! Once again, feel free to drop me any other Paul requests if you have them.

#lifeontoast #paul dano #danonation #danocel #danonator #dwayne hoover #dwayne hoover x reader #little miss sunshine

[lalaverdecia]

Season Finale: Who Got ‘Sucked Off’?

Wow, what an ending. But the big question remains. Which ghost got ‘sucked off’? (Moved on to heaven)

There’s already a LOT of speculation as to who they may be. So I’m going to go over them, along with what I believe might happen in season 3.

Nigel

People are saying now that Isaac and Nigel are engaged, it made Nigel so happy it caused him to move on. (Which I will boycott the fuckin show if that’s the case) But I don’t believe that to be the truth. Not with the rules the show has already set up with how a ghost gets ‘sucked off’. And for that, we have to go all the way back to the first season.

How A Ghost Gets ‘Sucked Off’

In season 1 episode 11 ‘Sam’s Mom’, we meet Sam’s mother Sheryl who became a ghost at a restaurant after having an allergic reaction to shrimp.

At the end of the episode, she’s able to move on to heaven after having a real heart to heart with Sam, telling her how proud of her she’s always been and has just wanted the best for her. And almost immediately she gets ‘sucked off’.

Now, back to Nigel.

People are saying ‘Well now that Nigel is engaged, he’d be so happy, this would have caused him to move on, right?’ But the answer is no. Not with how the logic of getting ‘sucked off’ is already put in place. Hetty even mentions this logic in the third episode of the series. She says and I quote, “Sometimes very rare occasions, when a ghost is able to resolve a long-standing issue, the heavens open up and whoosh, they get sucked off.”

This is exactly what happened with Sam’s mother. She was able to resolve her issues with her daughter, making her ‘unfinished business’ finished. What issues did Nigel put to rest? There wasn’t any. Now, you could say the ‘issue’ was him and Isaac not taking the next step in moving in together. But if that was the case, wouldn’t after Isaac proposed and said they could move in together would this have happened? Wouldn’t he have immediately been ‘sucked off’? But it didn’t happen. So it COULDN’T have been Nigel. So who was it? Who got ‘sucked off’?

Season 3 Predictions

Who I believe might have been the one who got ‘sucked off’.

I think it’ll be Nancy. And there’s a few reasons as to why I believe it’ll be her:

She had been more prominent in season 2 than she’s been in season 1. (And yes I know the same goes for Nigel but just hear me out)

She had been in the last three episodes of season two.

She has been shown to be more interactive with the other ghosts during their daily activities.

I feel like this season has been setting up for her departure from Woodstone. Even in her debut episode back in season 1, she explains to the other cholera ghosts that she ‘wants a better afterlife than this’. How she didn’t want to just stand around all day in the basement and do nothing. She wanted to feel a part of something. To be part of a group that feels like a family and something meaningful. And lately, the other ghosts have seemed to have accepted her to just be around too. They don’t seem to have a problem with her anymore. (Well except for Hetty of course) So with the feeling of being unwanted and not accepted gone, Nancy has finally made peace and when she realizes this, she’s able to move on.

Final Thoughts

Phew, so that’s what I believe might happen in the beginning of season 3. But for now, I guess we’ll just have to wait until the fall to see for sure.

#ghosts #cbs ghosts #ghosts cbs #isaac higgintoot #nigel chessum #isaac x nigel #cbs ghosts spoilers #nisaac #samantha arondekar #jay arondekar #hetty woodstone #trevor lefkowitz #alberta haynes #pete martino #thorfinn #sassapis #susan montero #ghosts cbs season 3 #woodstone #woodstone b&b #ghosts cbs spoilers

[canonicallyobserving911]

First Wedding Planning & Preparation

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

FANON Future Buddie Fanfic Series

New Buddie Fanfic

Part 12 is now available on AO3: First Wedding Planning & Preparation - Buck and Eddie’s first planning and preparation for their wedding and honeymoon.

First Wedding Planning & Preparation

28.0K Words; Rated: Teen and Up Audiences

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Here's a snippet from one of Buck and Eddie's conversations.

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A few moments pass and Eddie says, “We accomplished a lot today with our wedding planning and preparation but there’s a whole lot more we need to do”.

“You’re right and I was thinking we could um… go to the loft in the morning after we clean the house then we can pack my clothes along with the stuff the junk removal company will take away. I can submit my immediate notice to vacate in the resident portal but I’ll still have to check the mailbox while we’re there. We should also order some invitations from the 24-hour office supply company so we can pick them up before we come home and we should go by Sheryl’s bakery to see if our wedding cake can be delivered. Also, on Monday we should uh… go to Bill and Sandra’s to discuss the ceremony and reception layouts that will be in their backyard. What do you think?”

“That sounds good and we can also schedule the junk removal company to be here Monday morning after we take Chris to school and after they pick up my bed, we should be able to make our 10:30AM appointment. Then I think we should hire a moving company to move your bed here so we won’t have to do it and after they leave, we can drive to Will Rogers State Beach then we can pick Chris up from school.”

“I like that but do you think we’ll be doing too much? I mean that’s a lot to accomplish in two days?”

Eddie shrugs his shoulders and replies, “Kind of but after Monday, we’ll be working a 36-hour shift from 10AM Tuesday until 10PM Wednesday so it’ll be better if we get the loft cleaned out as soon as possible. That way Thursday we’ll have time to pack our luggage for our trip, go back to Sandra’s and Bill’s to see what else, if anything they need us to help with because I’m thankful and grateful they’re doing this for us and I want to be there to help with whatever we can.”

“I agree so let’s schedule the junk removal appointments for Monday. The one for here will be in the morning and the one for the loft will be after we go to get our marriage license. We’ll schedule the moving company to get the bed out of the loft and have them bring it here. We’ll also create our wedding invitations online and request to see them when we pick them up. Once we complete all those tasks, we should probably get ready for bed since we’ll need to leave here early tomorrow morning. I’ll uh… cook breakfast and after we clean, we’ll get dressed and go to the loft. We can order lunch while we there if we don’t get finished early.”

Eddie smiles then says, “We’re tying up all the loose ends because we’re getting married in a few days my love”.

“We are and I can’t wait.”

“Me either.” He replies then he leans in and kisses Buck on the lips.

Will Buck and Eddie be able to plan everything and tie up all their loose ends before their wedding day?

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First Love Confession -Buck and Eddie share their first real and meaningful love confession.

First Date - Buck and Eddie go on their first date.

First Kiss - Buck and Eddie share their first kiss.

First Argument - Buck and Eddie have their first argument.

First Couples Therapy Session- Buck and Eddie go to their first couples therapy sessions.

First Time - Eddie and Buck make love for the first-time.

First Morning After - The night after Buck and Eddie make love for the first-time, they spend their first morning after together.

First Relationship Reveal - Buck and Eddie’s first relationship reveal.

First Mourning - Buck and Eddie experience their first mourning after a loss together.

First Marriage Proposal - Eddie and Buck’s first marriage proposal.

First Fiancé Introductions - Buck and Eddie’s first introductions as fiancés.

First Wedding Planning & Preparation - Buck and Eddie’s first planning and preparation for their wedding and honeymoon.

Part 13 - Will be posted soon.

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Their Firsts, At Last - 118K Words; Currently 8 completed works: A multi-part fanfic series about the romantic “firsts” Buck and Eddie share as they journey through life in an established relationship and their lives as a couple will include some of Buck’s individual “firsts” too. It’s filled with the FANON love, romance, fluff and domesticity their relationship should have been allowed to experience in CANON.  The second part of the series title was adapted from the song “At Last” by Etta James.

This series of FANON future speculation fanfics is being written on a continuous timeline that begins with the start of season 7 (if it were to start in September 2023). Each part ends at a specific point in Buck and Eddie’s relationship so the next part can begin with the ending of the previous part. Therefore, parts 1-6 should be read prior to reading part 7 and the series will continue in that manner until it’s complete.

Parts 1 - 12 are available on AO3

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[thedemoninme141]

Blade Of Miquella The Epilogue: Reunited With Woe.

Summary: Wednesday finally reunites with you. Warnings: Death, Afterlife. Previous Chapter 👉 Here Blade Of Miquella Chapter list and Celine's other works

I wrote this as an epilogue for Celine's Blade Of Miquella, in hope that she won't be mad at me when I myself am reunited with her again. Lyrics are from Sheryl Crow's "I shall Believe", Celine's favorite song.

"Remember me as much as you can..."

She had been doing just that, faithfully, for the past 62 years, 3 months, 22 days, 19 hours, and 14 minutes. Counting every moment without you.

Enduring this torturous separation had never been easy. The coldness that had once been her solace had turned into a relentless torment during these 62 years. Each night, she dreamt about you; each morning, she woke up without feeling the warmth of your embrace. Every day, she hoped and silently prayed to any deity that might listen—her only wish, to be reunited with you in the afterlife.

Now, hooked up to countless machines in a sterile hospital room, she was sure that this was her time. Fear gripped her as she contemplated what lay ahead. Even the promise of heaven without you felt as frigid as the void.

Enid stood by her side, holding her hand, tears welling in her eyes. 

"It's okay, Wednesday. You can rest now. She is waiting for you."

With a sigh of resignation, Wednesday finally allowed herself to close her eyes.

Come to me now

But when she opened them again, it wasn't the sterile hospital room that greeted her, but her own room—the room that she and you had shared, painted in both your colors, adorned with your flowers and her stories.

And lay your hands over me

She looked down at her hands, and the wrinkles and signs of age had disappeared. She stood and caught sight of herself in the mirror—her younger self, just as she had been on that night, the night you left her.

Had it all been a dream?

Even if it's a lie Say it will be alright And I shall believe

The cold breeze from the windows pulled her out of her thoughts, she looked out only to see a different scene, a lake, a beautiful lake that had one of her many fond memories, your first date with her.

I'm broken in two And I know you're on to me

Right on the side of the lake, she could see another place she and you shared, A tree with familiar scarlet leaves. 

That I only come home When I'm so all alone

Rubbing her eyes, she could see clearly, someone sitting under the tree.

But I do believe

Never in her life, Wednesday had run so fast, never in her life had Wednesday felt her heart beat so fast. 

That not everything is gonna be the way You think it ought to be

It had to be, it must be, because she had no idea what she would do if it wasn't...

It seems like every time I try to make it right It all comes down on me

Right now, till she gets to the tree, all she can do is a bad habit she learned from you.

Hope.

Please say honestly you won't give up on me

And that face, that peaceful face absorbed into a book so much that you can see the story of the book in their eyes, the face that had warmed her once stone-cold heart with its gentle presence, the face that had been etched in her memory.

And I shall believe

"Would you mind if I sit here?" "Never in eternity." you smiled looking up, Wednesday felt her heart becoming warmer again by your smile. A surge of emotion overwhelmed her, and Wednesday couldn't hold back any longer. She rushed forward, dropping to her knees before you, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "It's really you," she whispered, her voice catching in her throat. Her hands cupping your cheeks so slowly as if you would fade away by her touch. "I've missed you every moment, every day. And now..." she whispered.  You reached out, your hand tenderly cupping her own cheek, wiping away a single tear that had dared to fall offering her what she longed for all these years. Leaning in, she closed the remaining distance between you, her breath warm against your lips. Her kiss was gentle yet filled with an intensity of emotion that words could never convey. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, of aching, of all the love that had been bottled up for decades. Your lips met, and the world around you disappeared. The years melted away, and in that kiss, you tasted the bittersweet essence of a love that had withstood the test of time. It was a kiss of reconnection, of shared memories, and of a future that now stretched out before you, promising an eternity together. Time flowed differently in this place, and you didn't know how long that kiss lasted. But when you finally pulled away, there was a newfound lightness in both your hearts. Wednesday gazed at you, her eyes shimmering with tears of joy, and she whispered, "I thought I'd lost you forever." You smiled, your fingers gently tracing the line of her jaw. "You never lost me, Wednesday. I've always been here, waiting for this moment. And now we have this moment forever." With another tender kiss, you sealed the promise of your eternal love, knowing that no matter what lay ahead in this afterlife, you would face it together, just as you were always meant to be.

I hope I wrote it to Celine's liking, I am not really a writer 😕.

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[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 365: That was Then, This is Now, p17

“Do we really have to do this?” I asked. At her insistence I was buckling myself in to the passenger seat of her BMW that Monday afternoon. We’d just finished work. 

“Yes, we do,” Melissa replied, checking to make sure her seat was back as far as it could go. It was. And she’d already adjusted mine, upwards. “Sheryl was nice enough to not throw away the extra clothes of yours she found,”

“They’re not going to fit me anyway…”

“Regardless,” she continued, starting the ignition and scooting herself down as much as she could; her head still brushed the ceiling, “she texted me. I told her I’d come by and pick them up.”

“And she’s home?” I asked, the discomfort of the idea of seeing my ex-wife like creeping spiders over my skin, “tonight?”

“Yep.” I could tell Melissa was a little annoyed at my continued complaints. She pulled out of her reserved parking space.  “We’re going to go get your clothes so I can keep some at my place-“

“They’re not going to fit…”

“…and then I’m going to make you dinner at home. Okay?”

“And then…?”

“Yes, fine,"  she sighed in an exaggeratedly exasperated voice, "I’ll take you back to your apartment. The locksmiths should be done by then, and Lakshmi was going to clean for you.” She was looking both ways, to pull out into traffic. 

“Okay, thank you.” I knew I was being annoying, but I’d had a tough - uh - day I suppose. There’d been the near-assault by Morgan thing, the video-chat stuff with Gianna, and the shock of the virtual walk-through of the new offices. Then, of course, finding my apartment had been broken into by some unknown assailant. God, I didn't even want to think about that, not to mention the bizarre dream-thing I’d had when I passed out from all the stress I’d been under. And, that was just today!  All before lunch! 

I didn’t even know where to begin with the blur of humiliation that was this past weekend, not like I could remember most of it. The whole weekend was shrouded in this weird pink fog when I tried to recall it, and I could only bring up bits and pieces of it. Honestly I’m not sure I even wanted to remember.

It was all too much. These recent elections, losing a full foot in height, and being so anxious, tired, and constantly, unbearably horny. What was happening to me? Would it ever stop? And, the scariest thought, one that I didn’t even like to consider myself was: did I even want it to stop?

I glanced at Melissa, who was peering down the road to her left, waiting for her chance to pull out. My eyes settled on the profile of her big right tit, which was stretching the top of her white dress thin. I could just make out the outline of her blue bra below it, and it really made me appreciate how big she’d become. I bit my lip, shifted my thin hips in my seat.

I took a deep breath.

Looking at her always made me feel better. My god my girlfriend was gorgeous. Even without the massiveness of the marvels that were her breasts, her waist was tiny, arms athletically strong, legs outrageously long and thick with shapely muscle. They were all perfect, she was absolutely, utterly physically perfect. Her skin was flawless, neck long and elegant, her waves of dark hair thick and luscious, made for a shampoo commercial. It was all…perfect. 

I tore my eyes away just as she turned back. I’d, unconsciously, nearly started stroking myself, through my scrubs. No time for that. Focus, buddy.

Finally, she drove the car out of the lot, and started heading for the highway. “Now, remind me, Jay sweetie, how do we get there again?”

“I’m, uh, it’s North on 82…” I began, suddenly feeling strangely disoriented, “…I think.” I blinked, three times, and tried to remember…

Twenty minutes later we were finally in the right neighborhood. I’d told her the wrong exit, having strangely forgotten it myself, and now I’d, um…gotten us lost. How could I forget the way back to my own (former) home?? I’d driven that route nearly every day for the better part of a decade! I tried, I really did, to direct us, to recognize landmarks, take the right turns onto the right streets, but it was like it’d been erased from my brain! I blamed it on stress. I mean what else could it be? Thankfully she’d been patient with me, actually laughing a bit, amused by my confusion and consternation with myself. You actually like this, don’t you? That my life before you is disappearing?

It was really upsetting to me, but she was getting a kick out of it. Finally, though, she pulled over and plugged everything into her car’s GPS and allowed its confident female voice to direct us to my-…I mean to Sheryl’s house. 

And so that’s how I found myself hunkered down in my seat as we pulled in the front of the house, parking on the street. I didn’t want my old neighbors or, even worse, Sheryl to see me in this diminished, pathetic state with this enormous, bosomy girl.

To my left Melissa rose up out of the car and, standing, asked me one last time if I wanted to come with. I shook my head in an emphatic “no” and scooted even further down in my seat. She gave me a look, a wry little smile, and closed her door. I watched her come around the front of the car, to the curb, and head up the front walk. Seeing her Amazonic figure - fluidly striding, hips swinging in her taut sheath of a white dress -  in my ex-front yard was unnerving, strange. It brought back memories of early on: her bike-ride visit, when we barely knew one another. How long ago was that? I’d been out raking, right? Tending to my yard. My house. Where I’d lived. 

I stopped to remind myself: That was then, buddy, this is now. Something told me it was important that I accept that. 

I scooted down further still when, after Melissa had rang the bell, the front door began to open. Sheryl! I could just barely make her out in the doorframe, her lithe figure appearing to greet Melissa leaving both women silhouetted by the light from inside the house. It was already late afternoon, early evening really, and the sun was half-set. Sheryl had a box behind her - likely my clothes - and the two women were chatting away. Despite their complicated relationship - my ex-wife was technically the employer of my new, statuesquely bosomy, too-young girlfriend - their body language was easy, relaxed. They’d even hugged in greeting and were laughing now about something.

It was then that I saw Sheryl - shorter than Melissa by over a foot - look around her to glance out towards the car, towards me. 

Agh! I scooted down even further, sliding deep into my seat, absolutely mortified. I did not want to be seen, especially by her. My face washed hot, my heart racing, and I could feel my anxiety overtake me. 

I-I’ll just sit here. I won't move. I’ll just stare straight, and wait it out. They can’t talk TOO long, can they? What would they have to talk about?? I’ll just wait until Melissa comes back and-

<rap rap rap!>

My heart leapt, I looked up. Sheryl!! Tapping on my window!!

Sheepishly, I looked up at her from the passenger's seat. I was so short - less than five feet tall, now - and felt even smaller still in my ignominy, scrunched down like I was. I remained very still. Maybe if I didn’t move she would go-

<tap tap tap!>

From the other side of the window she tapped the glass again as she  waved down at me, lit up by a smile which beamed an atypical warmth. She always had a big, big smile but holy crap what’s happened to her chest?!? She was dressed casually, in jeans and an old red college tee I recognized, but I’d never seen the white V-A-S-S-A-R across the chest stretched like that across her chest. She’d had implants, modest ones, all throughout our marriage. They’d originally been a commiserative nod to my, uh, proclivities. But…had she had them recently replaced? Now she had knockers! And they were, well, not nearly in league with my new girlfriend’s but - really big!

Paralyzed by my abject embarrassment, I waved up at her and managed a mortified little smile. What was I supposed to do?? Open the door? Say hi? Oh my god I couldn’t let her see me like this! Well, my decision was made for me when the window, under its own power, began to come down. 

“Hi down there!” Sheryl immediately beamed. It incited me to sit up a bit and I now saw Melissa, box of clothes in her arms, playing with her key-fob and heading towards the trunk. She’d obviously lowered the window for Sheryl, so we could chat. Great. 

“H-hi, Sheryl,” I stammered. Jesus lord fuck this was weird, but I was going to do my best. I sat up straighter still, but not all the way; with the window now fully down that would have put my face right at the underside of my ex-wife’s new breasts. So, I stayed half-scrunched for modesty, but I did manage a smile. And, goddammit, the beginnings of a new erection.

“How’ve you been?” she asked, as I heard the car’s trunk pop behind us. She was peering down, and now leaned forward to rest her hands in the frame, so she could better see me - and I could better see her tits. 

My gut roiled, knowing how small and pathetic I must look to her, squirming here in the passenger seat of my Office Manager’s luxury car, shrunken and pale and weak. Humiliated by the events, the divorce, the election results, I knew my ex-wife was looking down at a man whose life had crumbled and was now being run entirely by the women around him. I don’t know how much satisfaction she was getting out of it, but in comparison to her new life of growing wealth, power and influence mine had become a small, piteous thing, still sinking and shriveling by the day. I’d wronged her, and now I was paying for it. Somehow, though, I managed a brave answer. 

“I’m okay,” I said. I glanced past her hips. She was wearing an old pair of faded jeans, the ones she’d usually use for housework. They looked especially nice on her today. “The yard looks good.”

<slam> The trunk closed behind me. 

“Yeah without you around I’ve had to hire someone for the gardens. Fall clean-up and all,” she answered, turning back to look over her shoulder at the front yard for a moment, but then back down towards me. “So, how’s the apartment working out?” 

Again, the coils of humiliation tightened in my gut. Despite her easy smile, Sheryl was reminding me that I was still dependent on her, living on her property for free, still working at her company by her good graces. I was her parasite, clinging to its powerful ex-wife for life. She knew it, and she wanted to see that I knew it, too. 

The driver’s side door opened again and Melissa got back in. Suddenly I was trapped between two most powerful women in my life. My erection, under Sheryl’s presence, had grown only harder but now it surged up, nearly making me double over as it obviously wanted the attention of them both.

“Omigosh Sheryl! I didn't tell you, he got broken into! Here, Jay sweetie, sit up,” Melissa answered for me as she sat me back up and refastened my seatbelt, which had come undone with all my wriggling. If she noticed my boner down the left thigh of my thin pants (how could she not, especially with her chest squashing into my shoulder and causing it to absolutely heave) she made no reaction. “Over the weekend! They broke right in!”

“Oh that’s terrible!” Sheryl exclaimed, sounding honestly sympathetic but speaking now directly to Melissa, right over me, “Do you know who did it?”

“No, not yet,” she answered, “I have the girls looking into it.”

“Are you alright?” Sheryl said, her attention now back on me as she placed her hand onto my right shoulder. She was looking down at me, head cocked, nothing but sincere concern in her voice. “Were you hurt?”

“No, he was with me,” Melissa answered candidly, her right hand coming to rest on my left shoulder, her left hand on my left knee, “So he’s fine. Some of his furniture was broken, plates and things too. The door was broken, a few cabinets too. But they really didn’t take much.”

From what I heard, they just took my pillow, and my toothbrush…and all of my, uh, underwear.

“Well, we’ll get the repairs done right away, right?” Sheryl assured, and then softened her voice for me. “Do you need money?” she asked, pulling in closer. I recognized the scent of her shampoo. .

My face flushed. Yes, I was broke. Yes, without the help of others I would have trouble recovering from what had happened to my apartment. But the thought of taking money from Sheryl was-

“No, thank you that’s so kind but he’s fine,” Melissa answered, squeezing my knee possessively, “I give him an allowance.” 

Oh jesus. I was too chastened, too humiliated to even argue. And goddamnit my cock - the sick fuck - loved it, surging again, loved having a six-foot-seven sugar-mama.

“Oh, well that’s good,” Sheryl conceded, “but please please please reach out to me if he needs anything, okay Melissa?”

Sheryl, my ex-wife, was a trained attorney, a skilled negotiator and could - for as long as I’d known her -  remove herself emotionally from whatever it was when it served her purpose. I had, to be truthful, wronged her all throughout our nearly thirteen years of marriage with various affairs. So, despite the sympathetic tone in her voice I couldn’t help but think: you love this don’t you? Though I may have actually heard a little honest sincerity in her voice.

The girls bonded as they chatted for a bit, specifics of my ‘care’. It was frankly emasculating as they talked right over me, each moment becoming more humbling than the last.  Melissa assured Sheryl that I was, in fact, eating, that I was sleeping okay, and that I was drinking enough water. All things I could easily tell her myself.

Sheryl, for her part, somehow seemed to know quite a bit about what I’d been up to. The Halloween party, my fall in the pool, our last few dates. Maybe she was stalking us all on social media? That didn’t seem quite like her. But…

“So, I saw the videos from this weekend of you online,” she said, now deigning to speak directly to me. Her question pulled me from my irritation. “You’re famous now, huh?”

Wait what?

“Wait what?” I asked. What did she mean? “Wh-what do you mean?”

“Oh, haha, yes!” Melissa laughed, shaking my leg again by the knee, “He’s broken his phone, and maybe hasn’t seen all that…”

What the hell is she talking about?

“wh-what the hell are you talking about??” I stammered, now actually getting nervous.

“...but it’s pretty funny…” Melissa continued, moving her hand to squeeze my thigh and - nnnnngh! - my erection at the same time.

Stars danced in front of my eyes.

“...I’ll show you later, hun,” she concluded, now sitting back straight up and - “ow haha!” -- bumping her head on the car’s ceiling.

I’d started to roll up the window, but Sheryl’s hand came to it to stop it, about a third of the way up. 

“Omigosh haha Melissa this car’s too small for you!” Sheryl exclaimed, stating the obvious. She saw how my girlfriend’s legs were long, her torso barely folding into this little 2-series coupe. “You should just buy another,” she added, “Go ahead and use the company card.”

Ugh, crap, whhhuttt…?

“Oh! WOw! Thank You!!” Melissa laughed, turning back toward her, pinning my cock once again to my thigh with her hand in the process. Nngh!! Her pretty mouth was agape at my ex-wife’s cunning generosity. “Are you sure??”

Yes, I’d said Sheryl was maybe showing her sympathetic side today, but apparently she could still be an asshole. “Haha yes of course no problem, you deserve it, I know how hard you’ve been working,” she continued, her smile gleaming white now in the sunset’s developing dusk, “plus it’s you, I guess, that partly I have to thank for these new boobs.” 

At that, Sheryl straightened up, standing just enough so that her big breasts squished into the partly-raised car window. “V-A-S-S-A-R” spread across the glass.

urk! 

I felt my cock nearly burst through my scrub pants, In Melissa’s hand.

The two girls started laughing sharing a moment together as they said their goodbyes over my new mortification. Melissa mercifully lifted her hand off my erection as I thanked the gods that she turned the car on and after a few more niceties we were on our way. 

I squirmed in my seat, even as we pulled off down my old street. That whole scene had been a bit much for me. 

Melissa saw I was uncomfortable, and pulled over near a group of old pines. “Omigod Sheryl’s so nice, isn’t she?” she asked, unclipping her seat belt and turning back towards me. Immediately her hands went down and started untying my scrub bottoms.

“Uh- M-Melissa?”

“Shhh its okay…let me do this for you…”

I shuddered, as she pulled me out. We could easily get caught by a passerby, an ex-neighbor, but despite that I closed my eyes and let the moment take me. Just like she wanted. Times like this, usually, my mind would fade to blank, and my anxieties would start to fade, but one thought stuck with me…

What did Sheryl mean? I mused silently, even as Melissa leaned down across the center console, her huge head of hair slowly engulfing my lap, ‘I have you to thank for these new boobs...?

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thanks oodles to @societytopographic for helping me with the Sheryl image, and of course my editor-in-residence and co-conspirator ResistanceIsFutile on the copy

#growing into the job

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Get To Know Me Tag Game

(Thank you, @inevitablemoment!)

1) Spell your name in songs (Taking these songs from my "Smile Guaranteed" playlist - AKA songs that immediately make me go "Ooo!" and turn it up)

Everything is AWESOME!!! (feat. The Lonely Island) by Tegan and Sara

Real Gone by Sheryl Crow

I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing by Aerosmith

Captain Hampton and the Midget Pirates! by The Aquabats

Ain't No Easy Way by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

2) Why did you choose your URL?

It has been my fanfic pen name since 2004. The first published fanfic I wrote was for the Pirates of the Caribbean fandom, and it was a ridiculous crackfic about Jack, Will, and Elizabeth running around the 21st century with me and my two best friends. When they said goodbye at the end, they each gave us a pirate name. Jack gave me the name Black Grace, so "BG Sparrow" I be! I could never part ways with it at this point.

3) What is your middle name?

Dawn. And I don't like it. Makes me feel like some braided pigtail 12-year-old in Little House on the Prairie, and that's just not my vibe. My sister won the middle name game with "Linette".

4) If you could be any mythical creature, what would you be?

A mythical creature... I must admit, I have never been asked this. I'm boring in this way, but something humanoid. Powerful. Maybe immortal. Fairy? Yeah, let's go with fairy. I've always loved the message of how powerful belief is in Peter Pan.

5) Favorite color?

Brown. I know, right? Five-year-old me is screwing up her face screaming, "You could pick any of the gorgeous colors in the entire universe, and you picked brown?" Yeah, I did. Blues/teals/aquas have always drawn me in and still do, but brown wins out by a small margin.

6) Song you love right now?

The most recent additions to my Annual Awesome: 2023 playlist include Death Drive by junodream (My No Pines Marty anthem) and Dancing With Your Ghost by Sasha Alex Sloan. Also listening to the score for Lawmen: Bass Reeves by Chanda Dancy right now because for some reason, the scores from these Tyler Sheridan shows fuel my 1885 BttF stories like none other, and I need a new one to attach to Once Upon a Time in the North as I write it. So far so good!

7) Top four fandoms?

Back to the Future

Pirates of the Caribbean

Iron Man

National Treasure (back in the day)

8) Tag nine people

@odddelorean

@brinkle-brackle

@bri-to-the-future

@synthsays

@fiddlstyx

@marielle-heller

@additionaladdams

@mythical-bookworm

@professorsaber

#tag game #ask game #get to know me #thanks!! #i should be writing