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Coach Sy Ch 6

ITS HERE! This took forever because life is crazy rn! But I LOVE this story and I have so many plans for it! This is NOT the end by far! Here's more of our lovable Coach!! (also this story just hit 100 pages on google docs!)

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, cursing, sex p in v, oral, unprotected sex

summary: After the weekend together Alayna decides its time for Logan to meet her friends!

Let me know what you think!!!!

7k (I'm so sorry I couldn't stop!)

Here’s part 5 cause it’s been a while!

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The rest of our weekend was too fast. I was already loving the feeling of waking up next to this man. Sunday morning we went out for breakfast. A local diner in town. It was his idea. I told him we could just cook at home again. He was showing off. At this rate everyone would know before we got back to school tomorrow.

He had his arm around my waist when we walked in and pulled me closer while we waited to be seated. He sat next to me instead of across from me in the booth. His arm around my shoulder while we looked at the menu. I giggled to myself.

“What is it darlin?” He raised an eyebrow looking at me curiously. I shook my head.

“You’re something else,” I chuckled. He only looked more confused. “Parading me around like you won first prize, I didn’t realize you were so into PDA,” I smirked. His smile mimicked mine as he kissed my head softly.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet, honey.” He chuckled. “Just wanna make sure everyone knows you’re off the market.” He spoke proudly.

“Yeah because there were so many others you had to worry about.” I rolled my eyes. Sy grabbed my chin making me look at him. His deep blue eyes stared into mine intently.

“Just because you don’t see ‘em staring doesn’t mean they ain’t looking Darlin’. If I hadn’t put myself in your path you’d never have noticed, baby. Trust me they’re lookin’, and I don’t share,” He let out a soft growl in my ear and I felt my cheeks flush as a rush of heat flooded my body.

“Sy,” I said softly. He moved his hand so he was cupping cheek, his thumb softly caressing my jaw. I tilted up to kiss him softly but before our lips met the waitress softly cleared her throat approaching our table.

“You two ready to order?” she asked sweetly, mainly to Logan keeping her eyes on him the whole time.

He slowly tore his eyes from mine and turned to her, giving her a kind smile.

“I think we are!” He spoke enthusiastically like we weren’t one breath away from defiling this booth. Like he didn’t have me right where he wanted me hanging on every word he said. Like I wasn’t about to let him do whatever filthy thoughts were working the gears in his head, right here where we could get caught. But you could never tell. Not with Sy. He was a deviant disguised as a perfect gentleman.

“And what can I get for you handsome?” she smiled back. I froze, feeling my blood boil. I know she did not. I looked up from the menu trying to convey a cold look in my eyes, glaring at her as she kept hers on my man. Her eyes lit up while he rattled off his order. She was lucky there was a brick wall of a man between us. I slid closer to Sy tucking myself under his arm and resting my hand on his chest. He raised an eyebrow as I scanned the menu still in his hand to give the waitress my order. She seemed slightly more annoyed now but still smiled when she repeated everything back to us. “Is that all for you?” she asked us, again looking at Sy,

“Yeah, that’s it,” I answered, sending her another look before turning back to Sy and trailing my hand from his chest to the back of his neck pulling him in for a kiss. I heard her huff when she walked away and I smirked to myself as I slowly pulled back, Sy’s lip chasing mine in a chaste little kiss.

“The hell was that?” He raised an eyebrow smirking as he looked me over.

“What?” I asked, kissing his cheek softly and turning to scroll through some of the messages I’d missed on my phone.

“You were jealous,” He chuckled softly. I blushed, turning away from him a bit.

“What, I can’t kiss my boyfriend without having an ulterior motive?” I pouted. His hands were around my middle as he pulled me close.

“You’re boyfriend huh?” I could feel his smile against my neck.

“Mhmm, that’s what I said. Mine,” I grumbled. He chuckled softly, brushing my hair back out of my face and leaning back in the booth so I could rest against him. We sat quietly through breakfast. Talking about the week, He asked if I would ride with the team to the game on friday. They had another away game this week. Of course I agreed. He and the team were about to break a record for the school's undefeated season. I wouldn’t miss it. Sy was trying not to get his hopes up but I just knew they were gonna make it to state this year. I’ve never seen the boys play like they have this season. After breakfast. I decided I should probably go home. We had work in the morning and as fun as it was staying the weekend with him I did have my own things to keep up with.

Sy was quiet on the drive home. But at one point about halfway through the drive he looked over and smiled. He grabbed my hand from my lap and intertwined our fingers.

“You’re so cute,” I giggled softly.

“I hate letting you go,” Logan sighed. Kissing the back of my hand.

“You’ll see me tomorrow, Baby,” I chuckled. He pulled into my driveway and put the truck in park.

“I know, I’m just really enjoying waking up with you in my bed.”

“I like that too,” I smiled, kissing his cheek. “I just think I need to slow down. I’m getting ahead of myself. I’d love to be with you everyday. But we need to let this develop a little,” I spoke nervously, biting my lip. He squeezed my hand trying to ease my mind.

“I get it darlin’ You don’t wanna jump in head first and crash. I won’t let you fall. But hell, we both need our own space too.” he said. I nodded. And let him kiss me softly one last time before I finally got out of the truck.

“Thank you for this weekend.” I said leaning against the door and the open window of the truck, “I’ve had more fun with you than I’ve had in a long time.” I admitted shyly

“So did I, I’ll call you this week when I have our next date planned out,” He winked.

“You don’t have to do that Logan,” I argued.

“Like hell I don’t. Just cause I got you doesn’t mean I can start slackin, you deserve the best pretty girl and I’m gonna give it to ya” I blushed.

“Damnit Sy, if you keep saying things like that I’m gonna get right back into this truck and go home with you.” I pouted. He chuckled and I finally backed away from the truck and let out a deep sigh. “I really do need to go,” I said. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” I asked turning and walking up to unlock my front door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow baby” He called from the truck. I turned and waved, blowing him a kiss and then went inside.

I didn’t get nearly as good of sleep Sunday night as I had the nights I spent with Sy. But I didn’t let myself dwell on that. I enjoyed his company so much and he’s such a giving and caring and intense man. I want to be with him. It just feels so overwhelming. I don’t want Logan to feel like I’m pushing him away. But this is all so new to me. No one’s ever wanted to commit to me the way he has. It scares me.

I was exhausted walking into the guidance office Monday morning. I tossed and turned all night and woke up late. It’s crazy how in a matter of a few weeks he’s made my bed less comfortable just because I’m not next to him. I shake the thought from my mind and give Jess a tired smile.

“Good Morning!” She said with as much cheer as she could muster up on a Monday morning.

“Morning,” I replied weakly.

“Busy weekend?” She asked with a knowing smirk.

“The best weekend,” I said, entering my office and setting my bag down. She watched me for a moment and raised an eyebrow.

“Are you gonna give me the details or are you going to make me pry?” she chuckled. I smiled softly.

“The date was so fun!” I said “let me finish my coffee and wake up first and I’ll tell you how it all went!” She just smiled and we both started our work day.

About an hour later after I’d caught up from emails from the weekend and the office was slow I filled Jess in about my weekend with Sy.

“So you two are a couple? Oh I’m so happy for you! I told you!” She said. I nodded quickly. “Why does it seem like you aren’t nearly as excited as I am?” She raised an eyebrow.

“I am!” I defended quickly, wringing my wrist’s awkwardly.

“But…” she added for me and paused.

“It’s all happening so fast, what if…”

“Hold on,” she cut me off. I shut my mouth quickly and leaned against the desk letting her speak, “He hasn’t proposed has he?” She asked. I shook my head. “He hasn’t asked you to move in or talked about babies? Maybe ask you to donate one of your kidneys?’ I laughed out loud and shook my head.

“No he hasn't," I added.

“Then stop searching for a problem! Stop trying to find a reason to be disappointed, Alayna. It’s okay to just be with someone.” She argued. I nodded.

Mike came into the office then greeted us both before I could answer her. He was a teacher. His class was in the same hallway as Logan's. They chatted between class periods. Mike played football in college and currently coaches our cross country team. They got along well!. Mike was much more soft spoken than Sy. But Sy appreciated that about him. Mike taught Psychology as well as World History. The two of them often had some fun conversations over lunch. At least from what Sy has told me. They’re good friends!

It would also seem that he and Jess have caught themselves in the same situation as Logan and I . Except Mike hasn’t made a move despite the amount of times Logan has encouraged him to do so. And sweet precious Jessica refuses to believe he’s into her no matter how many signs I point out.

“Morning Mike!” I smiled, “I better get to work, I have a meeting with a student soon!” I paused as I turned to walk into my office. “Jess, you might benefit from taking your own advice sometime.” I smiled. Her eyes went wide before she shot me a quick glare. I just shrugged and turned back to my office.

I settled at my desk and pulled up my appointment schedule for the day. We didn’t have a student working with us in the office this morning like we normally did, so I wouldn’t have someone to write my hall passes for my students. Instead I’d have to call the teachers for whatever class they’re in and have them excused to my office.

My first Student was a sophomore, Elsie. I quickly checked her class schedule and smiled to myself. She was in Logan’s first period class. He’d come to me last year because he was concerned about her. Since then she and I have been meeting regularly almost every week. I picked up my office phone and dialed the number for Sy’s classroom. I hate to admit I had it memorized.

“Coaches class!” one of his students answered. Likely one of the boys on his team.

“Uh Huh and is Mr. Syverson available?” I asked, holding back a chuckle.

“Is this Ms. P? Coach is actually busy teaching us about dead people, he doesn’t have time for personal calls. But, I can take a message!” I heard giggles in the background and then a gruff voice.

“Matt get back in your seat before I send you to the office, you know nobody sits at my desk! ” There was a collective oooohhh in the background.

“Sorry coach, your girlfriend called, figured you wouldn’t wanna miss it!” Matt chuckled. Sy’s voice however was considerably less lighthearted.

“Donovan you got 5 seconds to hand me the phone and get back to your seat. Or you’ll be visiting the dean… and running the laps you already owe me.” He barked.

“Sorry sir,” He mumbled. And I heard movement on the other end of the receiver.

“Syverson,” he answered plainly

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sound so mundane,” I giggled.

“What can I do for you Ms. Plummer?” He asked, ignoring my statement clearly trying to remain professional and get a hold on his classroom that was clearly trying to listen in on the conversation.

“You didn’t have to be so hard on him you know,” I said, I knew he couldn’t respond to that, not with the kids paying attention. Wow maybe they really did know we had a thing between the two of us. “Anyway, have you done your roll call already?” I asked.

“I have…” He trailed off with a question in his tone.

“Great! I have a meeting with Ms. Elsie this morning. Is she with you?” I asked. I knew the answer but I was drawing this out just to hear his voice a little longer. I hate to admit I missed him already.

“Yes, Ma’am she is,” he answered.

“Can you send her my way?” I smiled.

“I can do that, “ He said, his voice a bit softer now. A little more at ease. I had one more thing I needed to ask him though.

“One more question, are you free Thursday evening?” I asked quickly. He paused his breath, sounding steady over the receiver.

“I might be,” He said skeptically.

“Well, If you find that you are, Two of my friends and I meet for dinner on Thursday nights. I thought if you weren’t busy you could join us and meet them?” he let out a breath and I could almost hear his smile.

“I can do that too!” he said with a soft chuckle.

“Alright well, as much as I hate to hang up I suppose we both have jobs to do. I’ll talk to you later, Have a good day… Mr. Syverson.” I teased.

“Have a good day Ms. Plummer,” He spoke softly before we hung up.

I looked up from my desk and Jess was still talking to Mike. I smiled to myself. Gosh these two

About 5 minutes later I looked up when I heard Elsie’s voice. She stopped to check in with Jess. She sounded timid. That made sense. Mike was still in the office “Making copies” and standing at the desk. Although he was an extremely gentle and kind person, I’ve noticed the students seem a little intimidated by him as well, I think it’s his height. The man is easily 6’2 at least.

Regardless, he gives her a warm smile when she approaches the desk.

“Good Morning Elsie.” He greets her. I watch from my office. She smiles shyly and mumbles back a quiet

“Hi Mr Gilbert,” She looks at Jess and before she can speak Jess smiles.

“I’ve got you checked in Hon! Happy to see you this Morning Elsie.” she adds. Before Jess can tell her to take a seat I stand and call her into my office.

“Hey girl!” I greet her, “go ahead and take a seat, how was your weekend?” I asked. She sat on the edge of the chair on the other side of my desk. Okay, anxious this morning.

“It was okay,” she answered. I nod sitting back in my chair. I keep my face soft.

“Just okay? Is there anything significant that stands out you wanna talk about?” she shakes her head slouching in the seat a bit. I didn’t want to push her. But she’d been doing so well. Lately though, our last few appointments she was closing off to me again. I nodded

“Okay, well last time you told me you’d started keeping a journal, have you kept up with that?” I asked.

“Yeah, I actually really like it. It…uh… helps me organize what I'm feeling.” she responds.

“Good I always liked to journal too. It always helped when I felt like I could tell someone, at least I could write it out. But Elsie, if there is something going on, that’s what I’m here for okay?” she nodded.

“Ms Plummer, when you were in high school did you ever feel like… your friends just didn’t actually like you?” She asked me. I wasn’t expecting the question. I thought to myself for a moment. I knew the answer but I wanted to be careful how I responded.

“I did, I had some friends that I felt really didn’t care. I was the punchline of all of their jokes. There’s this video from when I was in school. One of my friends had peaches at lunch and she thought it would be funny to throw one at my face.She kept asking if she could do it. I finally just told her she could so she’d stop. And then two of my other friends took videos of it. It ended up online and of course I just laughed it off. But when she actually threw it my crush was walking by. I don’t know if he saw it, I was too embarrassed to look. I never told them how it made me feel, I felt like they should’ve just known not to do that,” I explained. “But on the other hand I had friends that really cared for me. I found out I had anxiety and depression when I was in high school. I may not have if I didn’t have a friend who constantly encouraged me to see our counselor because he was worried about me.” She nodded

“I think I understand what you’re saying. It really sucks that your friends couldn’t see they were hurting you.” she sighs. “But how do you know if someone actually cares? There’s so many fake people and I feel like I can’t trust anyone.” There it is.

“Why is that?” I asked her.

“I just don’t feel like anyone really means it, I don’t know like… my brain keeps telling me they’re just there because they have to be or something,” she sighs, looking down at her hands in her lap.

“I understand, I’ve felt that way too. I still do sometimes. Anxiety is funny like that.” I explained.

“Is that what you think is wrong with me? Anxiety?” she asked. The look on her face broke my heart. She worried her lip between her teeth for a moment. Her wide eyes scared, like I thought she was broken.

“Elsie, I don’t think anything is wrong with you.” I told her, “Everyone has some anxiety. Actors, musicians, athletes, politicians, everyone. Even people in the military, like Mr Syverson. Some have worse anxiety than others but it doesn’t mean anything is wrong with you. You just have to learn how to … cope with it.” she nods, taking in all the information I’d just given her. I still don’t think she’s convinced. Unfortunately I think it’s something she’ll have to experience herself. This was one of those moments I wish I had gone further in school. That I was more than just a guidance counselor and I could do more than just empathize with her. But I wasn’t licensed for therapy. This… was the best I could do of her.

“Like a release? Some way of shutting your brain off?” she asked

“Sort of, the writing is a good start, a release of that emotion, to help you understand it better, does that make sense?” she nodded again. “Good, well try to keep up with that. You’ve been doing really well. Thank you for coming to meet with me again and if you need anything,” I stressed, “Before you see me again don’t hesitate to stop in okay?” I said. Again she nods.

“Thank you Ms. Plummer.” she said and stood to leave. She pauses in the doorway. “Do you… want me to tell Mr. Syverson, you say hello?” She blushed. “Everyone’s talking about it.” she blushed.

“If you’re comfortable with that, sure” I smiled.

“Are you two.. really together? Is it okay if I ask?” I nodded

“I don’t mind you asking hun, Mr. Syverson and I… are… dating. It's new but yes.” I told her, blushing a bit myself. She smiled now.

“I think you two make a great couple, he really cares about us too. At first I was afraid he was just gonna care about the jocks, like some of the other teachers. But he checks on me sometimes, like he knows I don’t like to be called on in class but he makes a point to tell me to have a good day if I’m one of the last one’s in the room. It’s really nice. I don’t know that I can ever find someone who cares like he does. But I’m glad you did. You deserve it Ms. Plummer.” I felt my eyes start to well up with tears and I had to wipe them away quickly.

“You deserve that too Elsie, Please don’t forget that.” She nodded and shrugged her shoulders.

“I’ll… see you next week.” she says before leaving my office. The day went on, whoever’s idea it was to have a department meeting on a Monday afternoon is on my shit list. But I made it through the day, still extremely exhausted but I survived nonetheless.

I felt a presence while I was packing up at the end of the day. I looked up to see Logan leaning against the doorframe watching me with a grin.

“What time do I need to pick you up Thursday night?” He asked, walking in and grabbing my bag for me.

“I can get that, Logan,” I smiled.

“That’s not what I asked,” He smirked.

“We usually do dinner around 6 so maybe 5:30? I take it that means you're coming?” I asked anxiously.

“I’ve always got time for you, sugar,” He said, following me out as I locked up my office for the night.

“Would you stop making me wanna kiss you in inappropriate settings!” I groaned. He chuckled. And pulled me close by my waist as we walked out of the guidance office. Logan leaned in kissing my cheek and let his lips linger against my ear.

“Nope, I like doing inappropriate things with you. Maybe I’ll take you in my office. Bend you over my desk. Or maybe lay you down on your desk after school gets out. Since you love to tease me so much.” He smirked against my skin. He quickly kissed the side of my head and stood up straight as if he hadn’t just whispered the most filthy things in my ear.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I stuttered. We walked out the back toward the faculty parking lot and he chuckled.

“That phone call this morning was real cute, Darlin. Putting me on the spot in front of the kids like that.” He said.

“You mean asking you to come to dinner with my friends?” I laughed.

“Listen to you, sounding all innocent, like you didn’t ask me on a date in the middle of class. You had me flustered all morning.” He pouted. When we reached my car he set my bag down and backed me up against it. It reminded me of the night we first kissed in this parking lot. I smiled softly and grabbed his face in my hands.

“I’m sorry Sy, I didn’t think it would throw you off. It was just on my mind.” I softly scratched the hair at the back of his neck and watched his eyes almost roll back.

“Mmm,” He hummed. “I shoulda came down there and reminded you what happens to bratty little girls.” He teased . My thighs clenched at his words. God he could be so filthy. I couldn’t believe he was talking like that out here. But we were alone. And he did say I drove him crazy. I guess he meant it.

I dragged my hand down from his neck to his chest looking up at him innocently. I couldn’t help myself.

“Why don’t you come over tonight and help me remember?” I bit my lip. I wasn’t feeling as bold as I thought. Logan let out a hard chuckle and shook his head. He cupped my cheek and kissed me softly. I chased his lips as he pulled away but he stopped me.

“Easy baby, I’d love to, but we both agreed it’d be smart to slow this down. You just left my place yesterday.” He laughed again. I sighed and pouted.

“I know,” I said. “ I just like being close to you, and today was hard.” He gave me a gentle smile and leaned in kissing my forehead.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked. I shook my head.

“No, just worried about one of our students, it's … I’ll be okay.. I should let you get ready for practice.” I said.

“Okay baby, well how about I come stay with you after dinner Thursday night?” He asked, still holding my waist, not quite ready to let go.

“I’d love that! You could bring Aika! My backyard is fenced in!” I said excitedly. He smiled

“Alright it’s settled then. I’ll call you when I get out of practice, baby, and I’ll see you at 5:30 on Thursday.” He said. And kissed me passionately one more time. I bit my lip and nodded. He picked up my bag and put it in the car for me.

“I’ll see you then,” I said before he stepped back and let me go to get in the car.

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It was 5:20 Thursday evening. I was so nervous. Not about seeing Sy. But about him actually meeting my friends. I know he’s a great guy! And they know he’s been good to me but I have this knot of fear in my stomach so twisted, worried this won’t go well. I’d put my hair up and taken it back down for the 3rd time and was finally putting on my shoes. There's a knock on my door.

I ran over and opened it, Logan was standing there with flowers in one hand and Aika on her lead in the other.

“Hey you!” I smiled and leaned in to kiss him quickly. “Those for me?” I nodded to the flowers and he grinned handing them over.

“Of course they are. Couldn’t show up empty handed.” He said as I moved to the side to let him and the dog in.

“Sometimes I swear you’re like…. Written by a romance author or something. They don’t make ‘em like you anymore.” He laughs out loud and pulls me in again, kissing me more passionately this time while we let Aika roam around the house.

“Written just for you baby,” He teased. I blushed and turned to pet Aika.

“You’re sure she’ll be okay while we’re gone?” I asked. He nodded.

“She’s a good dog. She’s used to traveling with me. She’ll be alright,” He said. I nodded but pouted a little.

“I still feel bad leaving her.” I sigh.

“We’ll only be gone a little over an hour baby, she’ll probably just watch out the window for a while and sleep.” he chuckled.

“Okay,” I conceded. He raised an eyebrow.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his eyes were soft as they scanned mine. His head tilted to the side like a confused puppy.

“Its noth..” I started, but the look on his face called bullshit before I could finish the sentence. It was incredible to me how his eyes could go from soft, to stern in a matter of a second. He was good at that.

“Now, don’t lie to me darlin’. That ain’t gonna fix anything.” He said. I let out another breath.

“I’m just anxious, about tonight, nervous. I don’t have any reason to be. I guess, my anxiety is sneaking up on me again. We should just go. It’ll be fine.” I explained. I pulled the curtains open so Aika could look out the window. I avoided Logan’s eyes as I went to grab my purse.

“Baby, slow down.” he stopped me. We walked outside and stood on my porch for a moment. “Talk to me. What’s going through that pretty little head of yours?” He asked. I sat down on the step suddenly feeling exhausted.

“This week has been rough, I was so excited on Monday when I invited you out. But as it got closer I just kept feeling more anxious about it. Not that I think they won’t like you, or you won’t like them. I don’t know. I just keep picturing all the ways this could go wrong. It’s just dinner. That’s so stupid!” I groaned, arguing with myself. Logan stepped off the porch crouching in front of me.

“Alright, I’m gonna put a stop to this right now. It’s not stupid, or dumb, or inconvenient that you’re feeling a little nervous. You know that. It’s what you tell the kids all day. If you need someone to remind you of that too, that’s what I’m here for.” He said lifting my chin to meet his gaze Shit I’m a little nervous about tonight too. I told ya I was a little hellion, I wasn’t the kinda guy girls wanted their friends to meet. I’m proud to be someone you wanna show off. But it makes me nervous.” He admitted. I grabbed his face and kissed him again.

“Thank you Logan, for always… understanding.” He smiled and stood up holding out his hand for me to take. He led me to the truck and opened my door.

“Come on, we’ll do this together,” he said.

At the restaurant the girls had just gotten a table when we walked in. I think Logan was just trying to show off but he pulled out my chair for me when we sat down. I didn’t miss the look Skyler gave me from across the table when we were all seated. She was impressed. I introduced everyone and we ordered drinks. The girls and I all got a glass of wine and Sy got a beer on tap. This place was honestly a little fancier than our normal Thursday night spot. I think that added to my nerves. But once the conversation started flowing I realized it really was all in my head.

“So you teach as well as coaching?” Skyler asked. “Do you like teaching?’ I knew this was important to her. She loved kids. Well the little ones anyway. Still this was her way of judging his character. Did he care about all of his students or just his athletes? Of course I knew the answer but I let him take this one

“I love it. I thought coaching was going to be my big passion after the military but I really enjoy working in the schools. And I like teaching history. Especially getting the chance to teach about what I did in the military. I guess that’s a plus.” He smiled and took a long sip of his beer.

“That’s great, I know for Alayna it’s always been about the students. But I’m glad you both have that in common.” She responded. I nodded.

“I told you he’s great!” I smiled. Hayley scoffed playfully.

“He hasn’t proved himself yet buddy,” she laughed. “But he gets bonus points for having a dog.” We all laughed.

“Do you always have to be so cynical?” I asked her

“It’s only because they love you darlin’” He chuckled.

“See he gets it!” Hayley added. Skyler nodded.

“You know it’s out of love, I mean we’ve been rooting for you for so long and you finally found a good man who’s like your first REAL boyfriend you know and we’re happy for you!” She explained. I felt my palms get sweaty. I hadn’t had the chance to explain all of that to Logan yet. I had been avoiding it honestly.

“You deserve the best dude we just wanna make sure you actually used good judgement for once,” Hayley added. She was right, but ow! Maybe I was bad at picking them in the past. I was hoping to hide my baggage long enough that it would just disappear. But apparently my friends were going to make sure that was not the case. We were going to have to have the exes conversation… or rather the lack there of conversation.

“You’re right!” I laughed it off, Logan smiled pulling me closer to his side.

“Hell we all make mistakes right? I’m just glad she gave me a chance.” He kissed my cheek.

The rest of the evening was great. We chatted the girls got to know Sy. They really liked him. And he got a long well with them too. Before we left Logan caught our waitress and told her to put it all on one check, surprising all of us by paying for the bill. The girls thanked him again, and we talked about plans for next week before we officially parted ways. Sy and I got back in his truck and were quiet for a minute before he broke the silence.

“You feeling better now, honey?” He asked resting his hand on my thigh. I looked over at him and smiled.

“I am, I feel really good about tonight.” I said. Logan squeezed my thigh softly and took his eyes off the road just a second to smile at me.

“I’m glad,” He said. Another beat of silence. And then, “So, before me, you never?....” He trailed off. Fuck. Fine I guess we’ll do this now. Sometimes being in a healthy relationship is a real pain in the ass.

“I mean, I wasn’t… a virgin neccessarily. I honestly wish I had been. None of the boys I did anything with gave two shits about me. But to answer your question… No, before you, I’ve never been with anyone… long term. I wanted to be. But it just never happened.” I explained almost rambling. “What about…you?” I asked hesitantly. He puffed out a long breath

“Uh, I… hate this…we don’t have to talk about this darlin,” he groaned.

“You can tell me if it’s a lot, I know I’m kinda lame but surely you got around,” I bit my lip awkardly.

“It… it’s more than I’d like to admit, then I had a couple girlfriends in high school. But really nothing serious after I retired from the military. I’ve been ready to finally settle down. Get my head screwed on straight. I don’t think your lame baby, I kinda feel like an ass right now.” He sighed. I put my hand over his squeezing softly.

“You’re not an ass Logan. I guess we probably should’ve had this conversation already, I always thought it was something wrong with me. Maybe it was my body, I was good enough to have sex with but they didn’t want to be seen with me. They always just wanted to fuck and leave. No one ever wanted anything serious. Some had tricked me into believing otherwise so I’d give them what they wanted but… yeah… so I just never dated anyone before you.” I looked over and saw Logan’s jaw clenched

“There ain’t nothing wrong with you baby. You understand me?” He said through gruffly “You didn’t deserve to be treated like that.” I watched him for a moment as he puffed his chest and let out and irritated sigh. I slipped my hand under his tangling our fingers together.

“I know,” I said softly, “you know why? You’ve shown me how a man should treat a lady. For a long time I was really jaded by the way I was treated in the past. I let it close me off. I didn’t believe anyone could ….actually care about me. But you have. You’ve shown me more real affection in a few weeks than anyone ever has.” I blushed. We were home then. He parked the truck and tore my seatbelt off pulling me into him. He crashed his lips to mine sucking all the air out of my lungs. His fingers tangled in my hair holding me to him. I whimpered as he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. He let out a feral groan at the taste of me on his tongue.

I was breathless when he pulled away. Both of us gasping for air.

“Look at me,” his voice was low and demanding. He never had to demand my attention. He always had it. Still something shook in me at the sound of his voice and my eyes were glue to his. “If I could go back, keep you from the hurt those little boys caused you, I’d do anything. I can’t fix the past, but I can promise you won’t go another day wondering your worth baby, not with me. There’s not an ounce of you I’d want to change darlin.” I felt like I could melt under his intense gaze. Where the hell did this man come from and how did I end up with him. I bit my lip pondering what to say. But all I wanted was to feel his touch again. And it was getting way too hot in this truck.

“Show me,” I said finally. He smiled and turned to get out of the truck. I jumped out and hurried to the door I could feel the heat of his body behind me as I unlocked the door. We walked in and Sy shut the door behind us. I had expected the dog to greet us but she’d put herself to bed in her kennel peacefully taking a nap. I threw my purse down on the counter and before I could think to turn around Logan’s hands were on me. He spun me to face him. Our lips met again instantly. I whined against his lips so needy to feel his skin. I pulled at his shirt and he chuckled pulling away to throw it on the ground I pulled off my sweater following suit. He pulled me back in kissing me roughly and pulling away to nip at my neck. I moaned softly gripping his shoulders as he lifted me up onto the counter. He slotted himself between my legs and ground his hard cock against me, letting out a low growl in my ear.

“You want me to show you how bad I need you baby, you feel what you do to me?” he groaned.

“Sy please,” I begged. I couldn’t take his teasing. I just needed to be close to him. To feel him inside me. I felt his hands slide down to the waist of my leggings and I lifted my hips so he could pull them off with my panties. He pulled me to the edge of the counter kissing my my chest and down my stomach. I whimpered softly,

“Just gotta taste you, baby,” He moaned. Then he dipped his head between my thighs licking up my slit and sucking my clit into his mouth. I let out a loud moan arching my back and trying to get closer. He was relentless. Like a man starved licking my pussy and pushing his tongue inside me. Too quickly the pleasure started to build. And when he brushed his thumb over my clit in little circles I tumbled over the edge.

“Fuck you always taste so good,” He groaned standing back up and shedding his jeans and boxers. He grabbed my hip and pushed into me slowly. My eyes met his again, as he watched my face. I couldn’t contain my moans when he was fully sheathed inside me. My head fell back my teeth sinking into my bottom lip trying to gain some semblance of control. “So pretty when I fuck you.” He moaned as I started to thrust. He attached his lips back to my neck and bit down on my shoulder.

“Fuck yes,” I moaned meeting his thrusts as he sped up.

“I want this, I want you, all of you baby,” He growled in my ear. “So fucking perfect, I love the way you take me.” he encouraged bringing his thumb back to my clit. I gripped his shoulders feeling the pressure build again.

“Logan,” I breathed.

“That’s it, I love it when cum for me baby, let me feel it.” he moaned. That’s all it took for me to cum again. His name on my lips like a prayer. Logan followed right behind me thrusting hard one last time and emptying himself inside me.

We stayed there connected for a moment. Breathing heavy, holding each other.

When Logan pulled away he helped me off the counter, he cupped my face kissing me softly.

We got cleaned up, showering together before settling down for the night. I was in his T-shirt, head laying on his chest finally cozy in bed.

“Sy,” I said softly.

“Hmmm,” He hummed, he was slowly brushing his fingers up and down my back. I raised my head to look at him.

“I…I think I…” I paused trying to form the words.

“I know,” he said. “I think I do too.” I smiled laying my head back down I laid awake for a while until I noticed soft snores coming from him. I giggled to myself, and closed my eyes. Yeah, I thought… I really think I do.

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copperbadge · 22 days

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One of the things I used to do when I was having creative difficulties was to declare a moratorium on creation -- say to myself, "Well, you're blocked or frustrated with everything. Maybe no more writing for the rest of the month," and then no matter what, I would commit to doing no more writing until the set date. I was just giving myself permission to take a little space without guilt, but once I'm not allowed to create, I tend to want to, so it's often been not just restful but rejuvenating. I have other coping methods that I've built, so I haven't had to do it in a long time, but apparently it still works.

The last two weeks have been a lot of travel, socializing and work, and I haven't had a ton of time or space to myself. It's been for good reasons, and overall very positive, but I've done essentially no fiction writing, especially since before that I was getting Royals/Ramblers out the door and pulling the Omnibus V2 together. But this morning I sat down before the day really began and realized I did actually want to write. I didn't get to actually do much because R and baby U woke up and I wanted to cook breakfast and hang out with them, but at least I wanted to write, and had a vague idea of how to attack it.

Life keeps feeling unreal -- I keep thinking something's profoundly off, and then realizing yeah, I've been putting my entire normal existence on hold for weeks on end. Even when I've been in Chicago I've been sick and work's had some unusual challenges, and there have been a few novel personal life events. A lot of what I have done has also been laced with an anxiety I don't normally have to deal with, for one reason or another.

Tomorrow are the last few hurdles -- I have to get to the airport and I have a non-direct flight to Chicago for the first time in over a decade, which are always stressful. Once I'm home, it's just the usual travel recovery: laundry, cooking, reassuring kitties. I have to get through the rest of the week's work, but at least there's nothing too intensive. The weekend is mainly free, though I'm going to try and see if I can see a few people socially and do some shopping for a party I'm throwing the following weekend.

It does feel like the hits keep coming, like this hectic pace is just my life now, but I know that I'll be home, with time and resources I haven't had in a while, and things will slowly ease up. I was telling myself I had to hold on until April 10th, and really it's going to be more like the end of April before silence truly descends, but at least after tomorrow I'll have time to write and finally the motivation as well.

I do feel sometimes like there was a "normal" that I had established which started slowly vanishing after the ADHD diagnosis, and I'm not sure I'm equipped to build a new one in the same way. That said, I'm sure I'll settle back into a groove once I'm sleeping in my own bed for more than two nights running.

It feels like the space I had carved in the world for myself now doesn't quite fit me anymore. It's a neutral kind of sensation -- not comfortable, but not painful, and equally not very productive. But it's not like I evaporate if I don't figure it out immediately, I suppose.

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Fred Weasley x Reader-Just Friends

Inspired by the song Señorita by Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello

This is a lot longer than I had originally planned, but I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

Warnings:Smut/Teasing (18+)

“Earth to Y/n,” my friend Lucy snapped her fingers in front of my face, knocking me out of my daydream.

“Sorry,” I mumbled an apology, taking a mouthful of my food to try and act normal, as well as distract myself from the thoughts that were racing through my head.

“Where’d you go?” My other friend, Charlotte, questioned; eyebrows raised quizzically.

“She was probably thinking about Fred Weasley” Lucy teased with a small smirk, seeing straight through my act.

“Why would I be thinking about Fred?” I countered, trying to keep my tone neutral so that Lucy would think that she was wrong.

Lucy shook her head briefly before taking a bite of her toast; she knew how close Fred and I were, but we were just friends. Though the look that was showing in her eyes when they meet mine, said that she wasn't fooled by answer, especially when her eyes glanced down at the hickey on my neck that I had tried so hard to cover, “You know why, or were you with someone else last night?”

Damn it.

Last night.

The memories flashed in my brain like a dream.

The way Freds hands explored every inch of my body; the way his smirk grew on his face when I moaned his name as he pounded into me, his lips, the fiery lust burning in his eyes…

The way he made me feel a way no one else ever had.

A small scoff left my lips,as I tried to ignore the dampness forming in my panties just at the mere thought of last night, “Fred and I are just friends.”

Just friends.

That’s all we were.

That’s all we were. I kept mentally repeating that to myself, reminding myself of what we were.

Last night was the first time we’d slept together, and maybe if that was it then reminding myself that we were just friends wouldn’t be so hard.

But it wasn’t just about last night; it was about how he’d been toward me since the school year started, and how I had been with him.

The many times we’d almost kissed; in the library, in the common room, down by the boathouse. The way our eyes lingered on one another just a few seconds too long for friends…and the way that no matter how many times I told myself to put some distance between us, I never could.

Because I wanted more; I had since the first time we almost kissed.

I wanted him.

I wanted to be his.

I wondered if I would have still felt this way had I been sorted into Slytherin; would we have even been friends? Would we have even acknowledged each other? Or would we just be strangers to one another?

Part of me thought that that would be easier; for our paths to have never crossed.

My family hated him and his family; and if they got wind that I had feelings for him..well it wouldn’t be good, for either of us.

Charlotte opened her mouth slightly, as if she was about to ask a question, but before she could I heard footsteps walking behind me; that’s when I saw who it was.

Fred.

I spent the rest of the morning unable to shift the ache in my chest.

Fred and I are just friends; those words kept replaying in my head.

I didn’t want that.

I didn’t want to just be ‘friends’ with him; but maybe this was for the best.

I just needed to make sure nothing else happened between us; I just needed to keep my distance from him.

Thankfully, Fred and I didn’t really have many classes together until tomorrow, so I could at least avoid him for the rest of the day.

Care of Magical Creatures was my last class for today, and despite the chill in the air I decided to wander into the forest; mainly so that I didn’t have to see Fred but also so I could clear my head and avoid any more questions from my friends.

But my mind couldn’t help but think about last night…

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this, love?” he whispered, his lips ghosting over mine as he slowly thrusted a finger inside of me, “How long I’ve wanted you.”

He’d been teasing me for what felt like hours, first with his fingers, then his tongue, then both until he finally started fucking me with his cock.

I practically jumped out of my skin when I felt one hand cover my mouth as the other pulled on my waist.

I was going to scream, that was until I saw a flash of ginger hair, followed by an all too familiar voice, “It’s just me, love.”

“Fred, what are you doing?” I snapped, the adrenaline still burning in my veins.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” his words weren’t a question, they were a statement.

I could see the hurt lingering in his eyes as the words left his lips, and it hurt like hell, seeing him sad because of what I’d done.

But it was for the best; that’s what I kept telling myself, yes this was painful, but nowhere near as painful as if things continued between us.

I didn’t answer his statement.

I just began walking away.

Distance. That’s what we needed, what was best for us.

And that’s what I had to put between us.

Though I didn’t get very far before his hand was wrapped around my wrist and I was pushed up against a tree, his other hand next to my shoulder, barricading me against the tree.

The chill that once floated in the air was all but eradicated in that moment; all that I could feel was the heat radiating between the two of us.

“So we’re just friends, huh?”

His tone was darker than a few moments ago; and I could see the anger flickering in his eyes.

“Just friends?” he repeated, his lips inches from mine.

Oh how I wanted to kiss him.

To just say fuck everything as close the distance between us.

I was hanging onto the last strands of the rational side of my mind when I nodded and said “Just friends,” though my voice was certainly not as confident as I had intended,

“You sure about that, love?”

I was trying to think of an answer, and then the hand that was next to me on my thigh.

I let out a quivering breath as I felt his hand go higher and higher, until he was so close to the place I craved him.

I was soaked, I knew that already.

I was a mess and he’d barely done anything to me yet and yet all I craved was for more.

His lips, his hands, they were making it impossible for me to think clearly.

I glanced up into his eyes and I saw the same glint as last night; he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and he was loving it.

“You say we’re just friends,” he continued, his voice low and barely above a whisper, “but friends don’t know the way you taste..”

A small whimper left my lips before I could stop it, which only made a smug smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“And you, love,” he continued, pressing his body closer to mine, so that I could feel just how hard he was, “taste fucking divine,”

All rationality had left my mind as I finally closed the distance, crashing my lips onto his; my free hand tugging at his ginger locks in an attempt to deepen the kiss.

“Just friends?” Fred chuckled breathlessly before lightly pecking my lips,

“Meet me tonight at our usual spot”

I couldn’t help but frown at his words.

I needed him.

Now.

I needed to be fucked and the denial he had just given me made my pussy ache with pure desire.

Another chuckle left his lips as his hand softly caressed my cheek, “I’ll give you what you want, baby, don’t worry.”

And with that he released my wrist and walked away from me, leaving me a breathless, wet, needy mess against the tree.

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poraphia · 9 months

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could I request wilbur x actor reader who has to travel alot for work and mainly acts in horror movies and that's like kinda what their known for?

thank you!!

"The Biggest Smile For My Biggest Fan"

wilbur x actress!reader 1741 words • 8.14.23 containing ~ mainly general neutral, minor use of "actress", vividly scawy lookin sfx makeup, long distance :o More wilbur content hereee :)

"He said 'I love you,' even if I'm in scary makeup. Even if I'm countries away from his embrace. He said 'I love you.'"

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“Did you remember to set your alarms back on? Since I won’t be able to wake you up in the morning for studio.”

Wilbur nodded. His face was still buried in my neck as my arms wrapped around him.

“Okay, I also premade some meals in the fridge for you to warm up so you don’t have to spend too much money on takeout.”

“Mhmm.” He hummed, nose buried into the scent of my collar.

“Oh, and don’t stay up past 2 AM—”

Wilbur’s soft chuckle vibrated against my skin before he pulled away, both hands on my shoulders. “It’s okay, (y/n).” He smiled. “I’m going to be okay.”

It was typical for Wilbur and I not to see each other often in person. There were times when I would have to travel abroad for filming and acting. Then there was Will, who would be on the other side of the country performing big gigs for thousands of people live. Ever since we moved in together though, things felt a bit more domesticated. For the rare times we were able to be in the same house together, we would never leave each other's schedule. Whether it would be me being Wilbur’s alarm clock, or Wilbur being my walking grocery shopping list. The moment we gave each other the house keys it was a sacred promise that we would be there for each other no matter what.

“I just— want to make sure, my love.” I mumbled. A soft smile pulled on his lips before he leaned down to give me a passionate kiss. I held onto his jacket collar tightly, using my tippy toes to reach the tall bastard. Strands of his hair tickled my face, but it was an itch I would miss for weeks. We finally pulled away, staring into each other’s eyes.

“Text me when you land, okay?” He requested softly. His eyes gleamed with the blaring airport ceiling lights. I reached up again to kiss every square inch of his face. His hands wrapped around my wrists as I held the sides of his head. Giggles erupted from him. Even with a peck to the nose, dimples, and the small freckle near his eye, I had to force myself to be satisfied so I wouldn’t miss my flight. Once I pulled away, I caressed my thumb against his cheek. His eyes still focused on me.

“I’ll text you, I promise.”

And with that, we waved each other goodbye before enduring the long process of getting my bags checked to a couple of hours’ flight on the plane to Columbia, where our movie was going to be filmed. I didn’t know much about the movie other than I’ll be starring as a character with a mask stalking the main group of protagonists. Either way, I was excited to be a part of a big film in production yet again, and even more excited to see what ideas and talent will be brought to the table.

Once I landed I took a taxi to the hotel I was stationed to be at, and tomorrow will start the production of costume fitting and script reviewing. Wilbur knew most of the script by heart by this point. Some days when he would be at home most of the time, he could hear me practicing the same lines over and over again, to the point that sometimes he would burst into the room, completing the scene.

I would be standing in the living room with my script on my phone. “You’re not supposed to be here!” I rehearsed. I had to make sure the tone of my voice sounded like I wanted to be in authority like I was feared, but with a hint of worriment, as if I was, in reality, terrified of the situation. “With broken masks and guts used to hang our people, you monsters—”

“You monsters have done nothing but tournament us and pushed us back!” Wilbur cried, bursting through the front door. In a burst of shock, I yelped, tripping over a pillow and falling onto the couch. “ Now weep on your fucking knees, because you don’t know what’s next!” Wilbur would place his guitar and bags down before jumping over the couch, pouncing on top of me.

“Ow—! Wilbur—! Stop!” I screamed between giggles. His hands would be all over my body, tickling my sides.

I smiled fondly at the memories but felt that aching in my chest because I missed him so much already. It was the next day now, and I was headed to the location where most of our production planning would be. It was a big warehouse somewhat to the outskirts of the city. I was greeted by the director, who was a big jolly man with thick black glasses and a fuzzy beard framing his face.

“Hello, hello!” He greeted, eagerly shaking my hand. Confused yet amused, I gladly shook his hand back. “You must be, (y/n) right?” He asked.

I chuckled a little. “Uh, yup. That’s me!” I smiled proudly. He clasped his hands together and grinned.

“I’ve been thinking about your audition since it happened, (y/n)! We’re super glad to have you as part of our team.” He beamed. “Now come, come! We’ll be getting measurements and showing you some prototypes of what your costume may look like. By the end of the day, we should have everything ready for you.” The director turned around, walking toward a small room as I trailed behind. Looking around, I saw the set assembled with blocks while there were drawing boards of what the set should look like after editing it all together.

We walked into the dressing room and the director introduced me to these two women who will be taking my measurements and doing my makeup. After introductions, he left to take care of other stations on the set. I stood on a circular platform as one woman took some fabric measuring tape to get my exact sizes.

Together we all made some small talk like how was my flight, how long they’d been working in the industry, and things of that nature. “So, (y/n), do you have a boyfriend?” Leslie, the one doing my makeup, asked. If there wasn’t a pale white layer of foundation on my face, they would’ve been sure to see the blush creeping on my cheeks.

“I-I do actually. He’s a musician and streamer.” I stuttered. Leslie looked over to Hazel, who was the lady taking my measurements.

“That sounds exciting! A musician and actress together!” She gleamed. “That’s a whole movie in itself, isn’t it?”

“We’re working on a horror movie, Leslie, not a romantic comedy.” Hazel clarified, jotting down the last of my measurements. I chuckled at her little clarification before my phone buzzed on the vanity table. I looked over to Hazel and as if she read my mind, she nodded her head towards it so that I may have permission to answer.

I trotted over toward my phone, realizing it was Wilbur who was calling me. Immediately, I swiped to answer.

“Hey, honey,” I smiled. “What’re you doing calling me at this hour?” I asked.

“(y/n)! I missed you—! And so does chat. Chat also misses you.” He quickly clarified. “If you couldn’t tell, I’m streaming. Can I see you? It feels like I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“You saw me yesterday, Will!” I exclaimed, sitting in the vanity chair.

“Hm,” he hummed. “Not important. Let me see you.” I rolled my eyes before looking at myself in the mirror, eyes widening from how unrecognizable I looked. My face was pure white and half of it was decorated with large, bloodied teeth. Contacts were put in to give me tiny pupils with slight red veins to make it look like my eyes were wide and strained. I had under-eye scars that looked like stitches. Leslie came up to me, holding a detailed red mask of what looked like the devil with the most twisted smile and haunting horns.

“Don’t forget this!” Leslie chimed. I smiled taking it in my grasp. I turned back to Wilbur, who already had his video call on with a silly angle of the camera too close to his face.

“Alright, Will, prepare yourself. Don’t show this to chat because this is a huge spoiler, I’m pretty sure.” I warned. I turned on my camera but made sure it was pointing in my lap. Looking up in the mirror I hovered the mask over my face and then pointed the camera toward the mirror. I watched Wilbur back away from his camera to get a better angle. With one eyebrow raised and a head tilt, he smiled.

“Well, that’s a cool fuckin’ mask but I’m trying to see my (y/n)!” He commented. Slowly, I moved the mask away and his jaw dropped to the floor before a huge smile grew across his face.

“(y/n)! Oh my god, you look so fucking cool! Is that going to be the look for the movie?!” He asked, almost bouncing up and down in his seat like a little boy. I softly giggled, amused by his eagerness.

“Mhmm,” I hummed. “Do you like it?”

“Dude I fucking love it. You look amazing.” He said, cheek resting in his palm. “I wish I could show chat this. You look so fuckin’ cool.” I tried smiling at him, but it only made the teeth look scarier, causing me to laugh. Wilbur noticed my struggle and giggled at my antics.

“Ah, shit, I can’t even give my loving boyfriend a cute little smile!” I exclaimed.

“I love that giant, toothy, monstrous smile anyway, darling! Don’t worry. You’re my cute lil’ demon.” He assured. I sarcastically groaned at the cheesy nickname. He paused, looking at me in admiration before sitting back up. “Alright, well, chat keeps calling me a simp, so I have to go.”

“You are the biggest simp.” I commented.

“Oh, shut up,” he said, squinting at me. “Call me when you get back to your hotel, okay? I love youuuu—”

“I love you tooooooo—” We both dragged the end of our sentence until Wilbur hung up. I leaned back into my chair, an enamored sigh escaping my lips.

Even if he isn’t next to me as I go through the biggest stages of my career, he still finds a way to encourage this heart of mine to pursue my dreams.

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a / n ~ sorry this took so long! Mental health hasn't been serving me the best. Reblogs and likes are super appreciated !! Thank you so much for the support <3 Requests open too!

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Redacted characters as songs

A/n: this would have been angsty if it wasn’t 7:02 in the morning where I live and I haven’t slept. I only done this with a few characters cause my brain is fried currently, I have like 10 drafts I need to finish and post.

David shaw:

Joshua - Dolly Parton

‘It growled at me and I swallowed hard, when he spoke his voice was low and deep but he just didn’t frighten me, ‘cause somehow I just knew he wasn’t mean’

Asher Talbot:

Harness your hopes - Pavement

‘Harness your hopes on just one person, You know, because a harness was only made for one. Cauterized in syrup and syrup's not molasses and I'm checking out the asses, the assets that attract us to anything that moves’

Milo Greer:

That’s what I like - Bruno Mars

Jump in the Cadillac, Girl let's put some miles on it, Anything you want just to put a smile on it, you deserve it baby, you deserve it all and I'm gonna give it to you. Gold jewelry shining so bright Strawberry champagne on ice Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Sex by the fire at night Silk sheets and diamonds all white. Lucky for you, that's what I like’

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Bring me to life - Evanescence

‘Wake me up inside, save me, Call my name and save me from the dark, wake me up, Bid my blood to run, I can't wake up, Before I come undone, save me, Save me from the nothing I've become. Bring me to life, I've been living a lie There's nothing inside’

Sam Collins:

Before he cheats - Carrie Underwood

‘I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive, Carved my name into his leather seats. I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights, Slashed a hole in all four tires, Maybe next time, he'll think before he cheats’

Gavin:

Closer - Nine Inch Nails

‘I broke apart my insides, I've got no soul to sell, Help me, the only thing that works for me, Help me get away from myself. I wanna fuck you like an animal, I wanna feel you from the inside, I wanna fuck you like an animal. My whole existence is flawed. You can have my isolation, You can have the hate that it brings, You can have my absence of faith. You can have my everything’

Damien:

Do I wanna know? - Artic Monkeys

‘Do I wanna know?, If this feelin' flows both ways? Sad to see you go, Was sorta hopin' that you'd stay Baby, we both know, That the nights were mainly made For sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day’

Huxley:

Dark Red - Steve Lacy

‘I think of her so much, it drives me crazy. I just don't want her to leave me. Don't you give me up, please don't give up Honey, I belong with you and only you, baby. Only you, my girl, only you, babe (you) Only you, darling, only you, babe (you) Only you, my girl, only you, babe (you) Only you, darling, only you’

Lasko:

For the First Time - Mac Demarco

‘While she's been away, Living day-to-day has been tough. Without her at my side, Simply being alive has been rough and though she won't be gone forever, There are many times I find it feels that way and I'm not trying to forget her just understand how I'll be feeling on that day. It's just like seeing her for the first time again’

Kody:

Pumped up kicks - foster the people

‘Robert's got a quick hand. He'll look around the room, but won't tell you his plan. He's got a rolled cigarette hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid, yeah he found a six-shooter gun in his dad's closet, and with a box of fun things I don't even know what But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, You better run, better run outrun my gun. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, You better run, better run faster than my bullet’

#redacted david #redacted asher #redacted milo #redacted vincent #redacted sam #redacted gavin #redacted damien #redacted huxley #redacted kody #redacted damn crew #redacted shaw pack #redacted solaire clan #redacted audio

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homunculus-argument · 9 months

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The hotel breakfast buffet was great yesterday. I was mainly craving something salty, protein and meat, and the buffet had the best damn bacon, toast, and cheesy scrambled eggs I ever had. This morning, I wanted something sweet. And holy shit they had pastries I hadn't even seen or heard of before, and wouldn't have even known I was specifically craving. The sheer number of pastry and baked little treats today, there are only two logical explanations:

Witchcraft. They can foresee the future desires of potential customers, and have been paying special attention to whatever I happen to be craving that day. Above zero possibility of spirits being involved, slight risk of ending up cursed into a pig and becoming tomorrow's bacon.

It is perfectly plausible that I was myself the one paying special attention to whatever I happen to be craving that day, and my tunnel vision interprets the same selection differently due to only seeing the things I am in the mood for. Making this the perfect, platonic ideal of a breakfast buffet. Proof against this hypothesis is the fact that one of the hot dishes available today was a sweet, instead of the savory french toast there was yesterday.

Something fascinating is going on nonetheless.

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Lovers Rock

Possibly the last chapter for my little 2012 Casey x Donnie fic. Unless there's high demand for more.

Casey’s P.O.V.

When I woke up the next morning I wasn’t surprised with the absence of Donnie. Not saying that I have the best memory of last night but I do think we were a little closer than either of us would like to admit. But I wasn’t going to let something as silly as essentially cuddling get in the way of today, but I think we all know Don would.

After stumbling over a couple loose projects I finally made my way out of the dimly lit lab and into the equally familiar environment of the entrance of the lair.

I could both hear and feel the turtles training in the dojo, so without any goodbye’s I left, walking through the sewers as though I didn’t have a care in the world. My hands practically froze to the ladder as I was climbing up so the rest of my walk home was already doomed.

Pausing in front of my apartment door I took a moment to reset. My house was normally quiet, especially when compared to the Hamato household. So considering the time, not even six a.m. yet, and how I stayed at a friend's house last night I should probably make breakfast for the three of us. Silently I turned the doorknob and crept into the dark living room, making sure to not step on any of the floorboards that I knew would cause any form of auditory disturbance.

Angel, my little sister, slept in the room closest to the entrance, followed by my dad then me. The kitchen and bathroom were on the wall opposite to the bedrooms so I had to be ever so careful with what my next move would be, but because of my experience I worked mainly off of muscle memory, making my Dad’s meal first because his alarm should be going off soon. Next I would make mine, and last I would make Angels. Once everyone was awake, and soon gone I had the apartment to myself.

Hours passed and I barely did anything. The turtles didn’t need me for patrol today and April was coming back tomorrow so all I could do was stay here; and there is nothing to do here. Except for sleep.

Considering how little I slept last night it sounded pretty good. Sprawling onto the living room couch I mentally imagined how the rest of the day should go. Angel is staying at our grandparents house so no need to worry about picking her up today, and dad is going on another business trip so I could sleep however long I wanted.

‘Someone is watching me.’

I stumbled off of my cramped sleeping arrangement to try and calm my nerves, I was home alone, so why did it feel like I was being watched? That however was resolved as quickly as the green brown and purple flash that sprinted into my room. Why is Donnie here? My eyes quickly found the small digital clock beneath the T.V. damn seven P.M. a four and a half hour nap was probably not the best idea, but that wasn’t my biggest concern right now.

“Donnie?”

I called out, putting on my favorite record, turning it up enough to fill the emptiness of the apartment in a pleasant way. Peering into my bedroom I wasn’t surprised to see the oh so familiar mutant sitting on my bed, even though they couldn’t say the same. Their eyes and mouth blasted open at the sight of me, although surprised to see me in my own home.

“Hey Don, I’m surprised you're not sick of me yet.”

They chuckled and shook their head, calming down a little but they still looked uncomfortable.

“Would you like to be?”

The bed creaked under my added weight as I sat next to them.

“You know what I said the other day on patrol, about how “charming you were? Well what I meant by that was-”

Being the idiot I was while stumbling over my words I didn’t notice them leaning in, and eventually meeting their lips with mine. A short, but extremely effective way to shut me up I suppose. The kiss however got interrupted by the sound of my record skipping, Donnie got up and flipped it over, but when they sat back down, I didn’t fail to notice how they were slightly closer to me.

“You’ve already said that, asshole.”

Donnie muttered, moving their hand on top of mine. I felt like I was on fire, and if I weren't the Casey Jones I probably would’ve exploded from all of the emotions at once, but instead, matching their tone I mumbled.

“I might let you stay, but just for tonight, Birdbrain.”

They chuckled into the second kiss, this time it was longer.

“Now, how many men have you kissed?”

We pulled apart, but still touched our foreheads.

“Very few.”

A short answer.

“But you offered me a kiss, why?”

I positioned myself to meet eye to eye, full of adoration.

“Such a foolish reason I’m afraid, I just wanted to kiss you.”

12:10 a.m. Jan 1 2024 So, yeah. Not sure how to feel, Happy New years everyone!

#jonatello #tmnt 2012 #caseytello #casey jones #donatello #tmnt donnie 2012 #gay #named after songs #tv girl

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aeliesa · 1 year

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INTERLUDE IN BLUE MOON

Synopsis: There's just more to him than meets the eye.

❧ Relationship: Vinsmoke Sanji x female reader

❧ Content: fluff

Heads Up: Some mentions of Water Seven, Gyojin, and WCI arcs, although I tried my best to censored everything, I think some are just necessary to mention for the sake of the gist of the story. Therefore, if you still haven't reached the aforementioned arcs then be aware of the spoilers! Anyway, you may proceed however you like.

A/N: Just popping from my cave to post this sudden impulse of writing something. This was requested by a friend, and I thought that I might also post it here. Still the same routine: errors are to be expected and I might get back to them once I'll welcome the vacation with a warm hug.

I hope you enjoy! :D

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It was the aftermath of the storm, an evening of silence through the series of bloodshed that was still around the corner. The recent happenings to your group had left you lost for words, there were no nights that made you wonder about different aspects of becoming a pirate. Although there are evenings of celebrations with the other Straw Hat Pirates, still there are times that you’re seeking for something calming – soothing in a way that it leaves yourself at ease for the uncertainty of tomorrow.

When death comes knocking at your door and eventually leaves without taking your soul — it leads you to contemplate things. Regardless, none of those thoughts made you feel remorse but rather it deluges you in bothering what-ifs. As much as you despise such notions, it just keeps haunting you in circles.

You volunteered to be the watcher for the night, and it is a good way for you to savor the harmony of the ambience before it turns into a raucous morning led by the captain. Everyone is tired from the skirmish caused by the firmness of your group to take back a member. In the grasps of the Yonkou – Big Mom is where all of you almost had your death, every time you tried to swallow the fear of recalling those seconds it just makes you shiver in fear.

It was a nerve-wracking experience, to say the least.

“When you’re absorbed with musing, isn’t it better if you would have some dessert to go along with it?”

You followed the source of the voice only to see the person whose presence you’ve come to miss since the division of the group at Dressrosa.

“I hear you,” you chortled, straightening your seat.

The atmosphere of The Sunny has always been home to you, but when the unexpected departure of one of your nakama the ship has been stale, everyone felt the despair of having a missing crew.

You helped him with the tray he carried and placed it beside you; there it was – your favorite drink and dessert, freshly made by the ship’s cook.

Before you could utter something, Sanji sat beside the tray that is placed in between you two. “… And of course, a company for hearing the penny of your thoughts.”

Amused by his confidence in wooing women, you chuckled. Of all those he had shown affection, you were one of those less women who would pay no heed about it, although sometimes, Nami would smack Sanji for you.

“Aren’t you supposedly resting?” you turned to the food he brought, “I know how tired everyone is – including you, so have your rest. A storm is brimming, and you must have all the rest that you can get.”

“Leaving you here, alone? No way, I cannot allow that.”

Apart from his respect and admiration towards women, you know how persistent Sanji is, especially when it comes to his nakama he’s always attentive, but an exception comes around typically when it is mainly about the green haired swordsman – Zoro, whom he never fails to show his unequivocal antagonism. He’ll save everyone if you and the rest are drowned on the sea but as long as someone is still there to save Zoro’s ass, then he’ll enjoy his cup of tea before the pleasurable view of Zoro’s struggle.

“Sanji,” picking the cup of coffee, your gaze fixed at him. “I can handle myself very well. Sunny is safe with me, I assure you.”

Leaning against the foremast, Sanji hums – acknowledging your claims. “I know but it wouldn’t hurt to accompany a lady, would it?”

Instead of arguing, you just let him with his desire. There is no point in rejecting his kindness, you are not going to win especially when he sets his mind on it. It has always been like this whenever you’re on patrol for the night, Sanji would accompany you — not that you despise it, as-a-matter of fact, his presence is relaxing to be around. Contrary to his usual demeanors around women, Sanji is a sensible person to talk to — a fact that you have come to notice for quite some time.

“You could simply say that you missed my company,” a soft tittered escaped from you.

Sanji laughs at your plain-spoken character; he has always been fascinated with your outspoken behavior. Most times, it stupefies him but in a good way; you can leave him gob smacked for all he cares.

“Touché,” he surrenders.

Every night when Sanji troubles himself to stay awake just to accompany you - was also the time that the two of you would talk over things that aren’t relevant to the adventures and plans of the crew. It can be the simplest: what would you be if Luffy didn’t invite you to be part of the crew? Or how vast the sky is compared to the deepness of the sea —to the concept of rationality when it comes to practicality.

Tucking a hair behind your ear, you glanced at the sky with myriads of stars that shared your calmness. “Even the sky just seems to be at ease of everything; I hope it is a portent to what’s waiting for us at the Land of Wano.”

“Does it scare you?”

“Ahuh,” you replied, still admiring the view above. “I don’t know what will happen, but I know we will survive…” lowering your gaze, a hint of fragility was evident through your eyes. “But there is nothing that horrifies me the most with the idea of having an incomplete crew.”

At the sight of fear from your eyes, Sanji recalled how you bawled your eyes to sleep back at the events in Water Seven, and how you were shaking as you tried to compose yourself with the idea of Usopp and Luffy’s fight. In addition to that, were his sudden departure and the confrontation between Luffy. It wasn’t just the navigator whom he scared; apart from Nami, you were shaken down to your core with the happenings that weaved out before your eyes. Unlike with your friend’s reaction, all you could do was to witness everything as your feet were glued to the ground — allowing yourself to shut down.

Sanji breaks the eye-contact, “I’m sorry,” he says. He couldn’t usher himself to look at you — knowing all too well how fragile you are when it comes to the crew. He knew how you suffered back at Water Seven, and he knows how heavy it was for you – along with the rest– to endure all those times of taking him back.

“Let’s not talk about the things that should be buried under the ground.”

Sanji’s eyes were still pierced on the ground. He and Nami already had a talk back at the island, but you on the other hand were not around in those times — trapped and ironically safe in the mirror world where you were located, with the unwavering hope of leaving the island with an accomplished agenda.

This was the first night of conversing in a talk with Sanji since taking him back from the Yonkou.

“I’m just glad that you’re back to us.”

Widened eyes, you met Sanji’s expression with a smile brimming with tenderness. It stayed like that for a while before a liquid in shade of red slowly came out of his nose and blasted him from his seat.

“I-I c-can’t… w-w-with the grandeur before m—” blood splats as he tried to recall how you were beaming with elegance, he was holding onto his bloody nose and kneeling on the ground, taken by your sight. “T-this is too… much.”

From your seat, you just chuckled at his comedic reaction. Really, you couldn’t stand men fawning over you whenever you docked at an island, but with the cook of the Straw Hat Pirates, you could let it slide.

Later on, when he finally regains composure and you stopped teasing him, afraid that he might suffer from loss of blood (and to prevent everyone from panicking, especially Chopper, since he has a rare blood), there was a long silence between the two, only the clinking of utensils against the plate and the sound of crumpling wrapper. Savoring the sweetness of the dessert, you turned to the person beside you with a spoon still in your mouth. A sudden frown crossed your face, it was an odd sight and for sure if the crew would see what you just saw, they would be mouth agape.

Sanji was eating a candy–mint with a wrapper crumpled in his hands. Unaware with the pair of eyes fixated at him, you seized the opportunity to study his bearing. It just then hits you, a gesture of him that he does whenever he’s with you, or that you’re near him.

“Why are you not smoking?” you popped up, tilting your head with an innocent look. “It always puzzles me how you never bring a cigar with you whenever we talk…” you placed your palm on his forehead – feeling his temperature. “You’re not sick either… should I ask Chopper to look after you?”

“Don’t you like the smell of cigarettes?”

Sanji has thought about it a lot of times, he notices how you gently waved your hand in the air when the smoke of his cigarette comes in contact with you. As he tries to understand you further, he has come to learn that you were never a fan of cigarettes, but you never said anything about it, making you almost too good for everyone. Therefore, he had to stay far from you, because Sanji knew that you would not say anything about it.

Although when he finally noticed it, unfortunately–for– him, Zoro also knows about it which explains why the green head would ask for your assistance (even if it wasn’t necessary) or he would call you just to make the cook stay as far away as possible. Because Zoro knows that Sanji would do anything for a woman, but sometimes their not–so–subtle bickering would end up a smack from Nami, one scenario was when the time — out of annoyance, Sanji blew all the smoke from his cigarette towards Zoro’s face which well… resulted in another fight.

Regardless of how Zoro makes you his human shield, Sanji is still willing to compromise for your sake, and by all means with the intent of getting back at the swordsman.

You nodded, contemplating as you held the cup of coffee he placed on top of the wooden bench that encircled the mast, “I don’t, yes — but I could make an exception,” you simply quipped, making a tight-lipped smile at the cook.

“And I could do the same,” he says before turning to the sky, savoring the mint flavor of the candy that he stole at the island where his nakama picked him.

If anyone ever knew the cook of the Straw Hat Pirates, they would answer three things: a great (worthless — Zoro’s description) cook, strong, and definitely he has a thing for women. Although some of it is true, in your eyes there's more to it — more than what everyone can ever think.

He has things for women but the shades of him are thick enough to be confused on who he truly is; Vinsmoke Sanji has never said anything a thing or two about it. Under the hue of the blue moon, he carefully took your hand and guided you to explore his identity in every possibility. This interlude from the imminent uncertainty of life allows you to see the different perspective of the picture because amongst everyone, in your presence is where Sanji's cards are exposed.

fin.

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modern-day-bard · 3 months

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Worth The Feeling

Content Warning: 18+

This story contains explicit smut, intimidation, and an age gap relationship (26 x 40s). Minors, do not interact.

Chapter 13

Heat. That is all I have thought about all day. We should be getting out of here soon, ironically just as the sun is finally setting. It has been ten straight hours of running around, often uphill. And for whatever reason, I wasn't granted access to a golf cart today. This meant that I felt the full force of the Italian sun, and could certainly feel the sweat dripping lightly down my back.

I haven't been around Javi or any of the other talent today. I haven't even seen Lana. Most of my duties today were assisting the prop department on a nearby beach. I overheard some of the prop people saying that we were mapping out what was needed for this shot that was to take place in the next few days. My time was mainly spent waiting for people to hand me things, and carrying it up the hill to our truck. Or, occasionally, retrieving things from that truck. I was ecstatic when we got here in the morning and the air was still mild, but as the day went on, I'm lucky I haven't passed out from dehydration.

I'm just finishing up one of my last uphill trips when my walkie buzzes to life.

"Dwayne to Ava," I hear Dwayne's muffled voice.

"Go for Ava," I reply, placing one of the cushions I'm carrying into the back of the truck.

"We're about done for the day, but I want to chat with you when you have a second. Can you speak with me at base camp before you go?"

"Yeah, no problem. I'm finishing up here, I should be there in about ten."

"Copy," Dwayne says, and the fuzz on the other end dies down.

I take a deep breath, telling myself this will be the last time I have to go down another hill today. I take the steep, ten minute walk down to base camp, finding Dwayne by the vans that will take us back to the hotel. They look heavenly.

"Hey Ava, good work today." Dwayne greets me, glancing up from his phone just long enough to verify that it's me.

"Thanks Dwayne," I wait as he types on his phone. His furrowed brow is focused solely on the screen in front of him. "Did you have something else you wanted to talk to me about?" I ask lightly. I assume it's the list of tasks for tomorrow, or he needs me somewhere other than the beach.

He is silent for a moment longer, finishing up his text. "Yes. I would love it if we could discuss your position." He finally looks up from his phone, putting it in his pocket.

"How long have you been with us, Ava?"

"Um...about four years now I believe."

"And do you feel like you've learned a lot during that time?"

"Absolutely." Where is he going with this?

"I mean, do you feel like you've learned from a lot of different departments?"

I get the sense that I need to sell myself somewhat.

"Yes, I feel like I could jump into almost any department at this point. To help out, I mean. I've worked with sound, lighting, props, costumes...I could jump in anywhere."

Dwayne nods, bringing his thumb up to his lip in thought.

"You and I have worked together for a while. You're quick on your feet and you're quick to learn. I'm looking to train someone to fill my position. I know you're in graduate school, and if you do well here, you can meet more people. I interact with some of the editing team as well. It could be a great stepping stone."

My heart starts to pound at his words, and I can feel the smile splitting my face.

"Dwayne, I–I would love that. Thank you!" I know that I'm practically gushing, but it's been a long day, and I didn't even think that Dwayne remembered I was in graduate school. Let alone that he would be willing to introduce me to the studio's editors if I took over as Key-PA.

Dwayne shrugs, clearly uncomfortable with my glee. "We can work out the details once we're home, but for now you can train with me. Starting tomorrow, meet me here and you can follow my lead. Sound okay?"

"It sounds excellent! Thank you again, Dwayne." I shake his hand, surprising him slightly.

"See you tomorrow, Ava." He sounds just as matter-a-fact as always does, but I am elated. The warmth of the sun doesn't even bother me as I board one of the vans back to the hotel. I cannot wait to tell Lana. I should also probably give my parents a call. They'd certainly be relieved that this assistant job seemed to be moving somewhere. Granted, it's to another assistant job, but this has real promise.

I am way too wired to nap on the way back to the hotel. I excitedly burst through our door to tell Lana, but the room is empty and quiet. It didn't occur to me that the sound team may not be cleared for the day. Now would be a good time to call my parents, but I check the time difference on the East Coast and it's still the middle of the work day for them. I flop down on my bed in defeat.

Key-PA. I'd be reporting directly to the first assistant director. I wouldn't have to run around nearly as much, and I'd mainly be in charge of other PAs, so I wouldn't have to interact with talent as much as I do now. It would be so much easier, and most likely better pay. I mean, it had to be better pay if Dwayne had been doing it so long. I hadn't even thought to ask what position he'd be moving into. I hope that doesn't paint me in a bad light. Surely he'd noticed how excited I'd been. He would probably just assume I was taken off-guard, which really was the case. Regardless, I make a mental note to ask him more about his new position tomorrow.

My phone pings next to me on the bed. I lift it in front of my face, not bothering to sit up.

To my surprise, it's Javi.

Javi: Hot day today, huh?

I chuckle to myself.

Ava: We're discussing the weather now, are we?

I wait a moment before I see him typing.

Javi: I'm looking for an excuse to cool off. How about a swim?

A swim? We're an hour away from the lake. I'm about to protest, when another text comes through. This time it's a picture of an infinity pool overlooking the city.

Javi: Top floor. I'll let you in.

A few more moments pass.

Javi: That is, if you're interested.

I look lift my head, glancing around my empty hotel room, internally buzzing from my good news earlier. And not a soul to share it with.

Ava: I'll be up in 10

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I only packed one bathing suit for this trip, in the spirit of packing light. Also in the spirit of knowing that this is a work trip, and that my free time, as usual, will be limited. The higher the elevator climbs, the more conflicted I feel over my one piece and jean-short combo. With my flip flops to complete the ensemble, I feel more dressed for a waterpark rather than an Italian penthouse infinity pool. The door pings, and I know it's too late to change my mind.

I enter into a plain, short hallway with a singular frosted door at the end. I move to open it, but it's locked. I see a keycard reader next to the door, and take out my card to swipe it.

Denied.

I try again. Denied.

I'm about to text Javi, when I see a shadow appear on the other side of the frosted glass, and the door opens to reveal his smiling face.

I hold up my keycard. "Premier access only, I'm guessing?"

Javi rolls his eyes, holding the door open for me as I step through. "You get the view, I get the pool."

"Uh-huh," I stroll past him only to suddenly stop short. The picture he had sent didn't do this view justice. Not by a long shot.

The infinity pool stretched across nearly the entire side of the building, looking out onto the ancient rooftops and giving way to the sparkling streetlights below. In the distance, you could see the top of the cathedral, and I could be mistaken, but I think I can also make out the Duomo rooftops. The sun had just set, and there was still one strip of deep magenta lining the edge of the sky past the cityscape. The pool itself had several lounge chairs and chaises, some even made to be submerged in the more shallow end of the pool. It was completely breathtaking.

"So," Javi says quietly from my left, "Was it worth the elevator ride?"

I scoff, "And the dehydration today. Ten times over."

Javi scowls at that, but doesn't say anything as he places his hand lightly on my lower back, guiding me to the side of the pool. The view had kept me from noticing the picnic set up on two of the chairs. There was a box of a pizza, a bottle of wine, and multiple bottles of water. My mouth salivated at the sight.

"I wasn't sure if you had eaten yet," Javi rubs the back of his neck.

I hadn't. I was so thrilled about my chat with Dwayne that it had completely slipped my mind. Now, with some of the magnificent scent of mozzarella wafting in the air, my stomach rumbles.

"Thank you," I smile at him. "I don't know what I'm more excited about. The pizza, or the water." I reach for one of the bottles, cracking it open and chugging. In the back of my mind, I know it isn't the most lady-like thing for me to do, but I can't resist.

Javi takes a seat in one of the chairs, and I follow his lead.

"You know, at the risk of sounding...old," he gives me a knowing smirk, "You should really be drinking water on set. You're out in the heat a lot longer than you are in L.A."

"Yeah, you're right," I say, taking another swig. "You do sound old."

He chuckles and opens the box of pizza. The smell alone practically wraps around my hand, forcing me to reach for a slice.

"Be careful," Javi says, his hand darting out in warning, "This is your first Italian pizza. Once you taste this, there's no going back."

I take another deep inhale of herb and mozzarella-filled air.

"I think I'm okay with that."

I take my first bite and—wow. Holy god, wow.

"Maybe I've just had a long day, but this is the most incredible thing I've ever had."

Javi beams, and I realize he may have been apprehensive waiting for my response. He takes a slice as well, his shoulders easing.

"I didn't see you much today," he says, picking off a rather long string of cheese.

I try to ignore how my heart flutters at those words. Was he looking for me?

"The Key-PA had me working on the setup for tomorrow with the prop department. You'll get to enjoy the beach a lot tomorrow, apparently."

"Dwayne?"

"Yeah, you know him?"

"Of course," He starts to uncork the wine. "Why wouldn't I?"

"I...I don't know. I guess I haven't met many actors who would know those things."

"Who has Norwick been hiring?" He says jokingly.

"You'd be surprised," I say before taking a sip of the wine he hands me. My eyes go wide.

"Oh yeah, that will be ruined for you too." He winks, taking a sip of his as well.

I take a few more sips, still jittery from my good news. I realize that I still want to share it. And looking at those deep brown eyes, and the soft smile of the man who got me dinner, and made sure I had enough to drink...I know that I want to tell him. Even though my future has proven to be a challenging topic for us.

"Despite the heat, today was actually a really good day. I got some great news from Dwayne." I paused for a moment, and Javi's raised eyebrows gave me enough encouragement to continue. "He wants to train someone to take over his position. He...asked me if I would be interested. He even said that if I do well, he could introduce me to some of the studios' editors." I take another sip.

"And what did you say?"

"I start shadowing him tomorrow."

"Ava!" His smile is contagious. "That's fantastic, congratulations." He reaches between us, squeezing my knee, "Your hard work deserves to be noticed."

"Thank you," I return his smile, "I was ecstatic when he asked me. I wanted to tell my parents or Lana but I haven't had the chance. I know I should be tired after a day like today but I'm just–I don't know. I'm so excited."

"I'm happy for you," his hand doesn't move from my knee, giving it another squeeze. His voice is gentle, and his joy for me is undoubtedly genuine. My gaze drifts from his eyes down to his mouth.

"I'm happy, too." I look back up from his lips to his eyes. Eyes that are inquisitive. Expectant.

"I do, however, still need to cool off." I pop up from my chair and move toward the edge of the pool. I admire the view again, turning in a slow circle, confirming what I already suspected. We were the only ones here. Eyes still on the cityscape, I kick off my flip flops before unzipping my jean shorts and shimmying them down my legs. I make an extra show out of bending down to step out of my shorts. Not completely necessary, but as I said, I'm happy. I feel good, and I want to keep feeling good. I turn back around to face Javi. His eyes were transfixed on my body, his hand gripping the stem of his wineglass far tighter than need be.

I take a step backwards onto the first step of the pool. The water that laps my ankles is warm, and my skin prickles in anticipation. I didn't imagine that I would be doing what I'm doing now when I agreed to meet him here. But the jitters that I felt earlier have molded into something different. With this view and this man...I have the overwhelming feeling that I need to soak up every moment. Every possible opportunity of solitude we have.

Javi drags his eyes back up my body before meeting my gaze.

"I like your bathing suit." He says, his low tone nowhere close to matching his nonchalant words.

"Really?" I raise an eyebrow, hooking my thumbs on both on the shoulder straps on each side. "I was rather disappointed with it." I bring one of my arms out of the straps, stepping down a few more steps into the water as I do so. I pull my other arm loose and gently pull the middle of the bathing suit down, exposing a generous amount of skin on my chest. "I think it might have to go."

Javi watches me, taking a long sip of his wine. Though he is as composed as ever, his complexion is much closer to the red of the liquid in his glass than beforehand. He places the glass down carefully.

"Ava," his voice warning, "What are you doing?"

I take a few more steps backward, now fully in the pool. It must be only about five feet deep. I bend my knees, sinking deeper into the water as I pull my bathing suit down further, ever so slightly.

"I'm cooling off, like you suggested." I'm keeping my tone as innocent as possible, turning my back on him as I pull my bathing suit past my breasts, down my stomach, and eventually step out of it completely. As I toss the sodden fabric onto the pool's edge, I hear Javi groan behind me. I look back over my shoulder, teasing. When I gaze at his eyes, they are a blazing mix of desire and concern.

"Anyone could come up here, Ava." His voice is hoarse.

I smirk, dipping my head backward to wet my hair, knowing that it will give him a pleasant peek of my bare chest skimming the surface of the water. When I pull my head back up, I turn to face him again, just low enough in the water to cover what I had just given him a glimpse of.

"Then I guess you should be quick about getting in here."

With a final sigh, and a look that could burn me where I stand, Javi rises from his chair and starts to unbutton his shirt. I study his movements as though I'll be tested on which finger undid which button. He doesn't give me nearly enough time to examine his glorious frame before he wades into the water himself. I want to look at him longer, now that I'm allowed to. Now that we aren't on set, and I don't have to look away as if I was just surveying the crowd. All I want to peruse is him.

Continuing my boldness, I glance down at his lower half through the water as he approaches me.

"That doesn't seem fair," I say, gesturing toward his swim-trunks.

He breathes out one, frustrated laugh and stops no farther than a foot in front of me.

"I meant what I said the other night, Ava. I want your head to be clear."

"I'm not sure how else to convince you that I know what I want," I take a half-step forward, close enough that I have to incline my head to look him in the eye. "I'm not playing games."

Javi looks contemplative, his eyes searching mine for possible trepidation. I know he won't find any. I can't remember the last time I felt this confident in front of a man, especially not while being this exposed. Part of me thinks he might try to blame it on the wine, but I hadn't finished even half of the glass he had poured me. I know what I want. I knew it on our first date. I knew it waking up with my head on his shoulder. I even knew it when he had thought to order me an extra burger during that first week on set, just in the hopes that I would eat lunch with him. And tonight, bathing in the warm water and the moonlight and breathing in the fresh air, I know it now more than ever.

Whatever he finds in my eyes is confirmation enough.

"Aren't you?" He asks, cocking a brow, "Playing games?"

Suddenly his hand tickles my side in the water. I squeal, pulling back, laughing as I run away from him. He catches up to me, rather easily given our height difference and the water slowing me down. I feel him tickle my side again, and I keep running until I'm at the edge of the infinity pool, against the glass. Nowhere to go.

His large hands appear on either side of me on the glass edge. I turn slowly to face him, breathless from running against the water. He is leaning down, using his arms as support. They are strong, protective, locking me in so that it is just me and his fierce, molten chocolate gaze.

"That's better," he says, his voice husky and laced with arrogance. It only makes me want him more.

I bring my arms up around his neck, knowing that by doing so, my breasts will be out of the water in full-view. I can tell by Javi's sharp intake of breath that it doesn't go unnoticed.

"Better?" I ask, still feigning innocence.

"Mhm," he leans in closer, his lips a mere inch from the corner of my mouth, "I can't risk anyone else seeing you like this."

Without moving his lips away, he takes his left hand and drags it languidly, gingerly, across my collarbone before it disappears in the water. I shiver as the same fingertips trail up my bare hip, stroking my side before trailing over my breast, brushing across my quickly hardening nipple.

And with that, with the possessiveness of his words and his proximity but the gentleness of his touch, I can't take it anymore. I pull his lips to mine, ravishing him. I'm immediately lost in open-mouthed kisses, gasping into him, pulling him closer to me. I use my arms around his neck to hoist my legs up, wrapping them around him. I pull him in as close as I can, desperate to feel any sort of friction where I need it most. I gasp again, eyes shooting open as I feel his arousal through his swim-trunks. I shamelessly grind against him once more, moaning lightly into his mouth. I pull back just enough to speak, my hands sliding into his hair.

"Take them off," I plead in a voice that would be best described as a whine.

He groans, leaning down again, this time to kiss my neck.

"Siren," he breathes, mainly to himself. He trails a line of kisses from the nape of my neck up to my earlobe.

Despite the warmth of the water, my skin sprouts goosebumps as I try to collect my breath. It's being made increasingly difficult to do so with Javi's lips still attached to my neck. And as one of his hands still rests on the glass edge of the pool, his other hand is now firmly wrapped around my waist, holding me close to him. I continue to tangle my hands through his soft waves, relishing in the soapy, sandalwood smell that brushes against my nose. His smell. I press my torso closer to him, dying to feel more of his broad chest against mine, skin to skin. I shiver, feeling the warmth of his muscular figure. Feeling that warmth travel all the way down between my thighs. I don't think I've ever been this desperate, this needy, for anyone's touch before.

"Javi," I pant. He pulls back from where he had been attached to my skin, his eyes suddenly concerned, his hand dropping from my waist immediately. I hurry to finish my thought. "More," I shake my head to emphasize my desire. The last thing I want is for his hands to leave my body. "I need more."

Slowly, my eyes never leaving his, I bring one of my hands down in between us, grazing the waistband of his shorts. Javi takes a sharp inhale, his head falling back slightly. I take that as permission to dive my hand lower, still on the outside of shorts. I have to reach lower than I thought given the height difference, and I'm just about to grab what I was searching for when Javi's hand suddenly grasps my wrist.

"Not tonight," my disappointment must have been rampant on my face because he chuckles, detaching my hands from around his neck, "Tonight," he places his hands on my thighs still wrapped around his waist, "Tonight we're celebrating you."

He gently untangles my legs from around his torso, and I fight the whine threatening to escape my lips. Even through the water, his calloused hands made my skin ignite. I'm reveling in the feeling of their wide span stretching across my bare legs. Until I frown, realizing that he is putting my feet down. He gives me a roguish grin, spinning me around so that I'm facing away from him, toward the view of the city below. I place my hands on the glass edge of the infinity pool, light droplets spilling over the sides.

I sigh when I feel his lips next to my ear.

"I can't have you missing out on this view."

I smile back at him, but his eyes are dark. The darkest shade of brown I've seen from him in the time that we've known each other.

"Eyes forward." He quietly commands. I oblige, my heart fluttering in my chest so loud I'm afraid he can hear it now.

Slowly, he pushes my wet hair out of the way to place a featherlight kiss in between my shoulder blades. I feel his leg step in between mine from behind. He nudges one of my feet with his.

"Wider," He commands again. I step out to one side, widening my stance, obeying.

"Here are the rules," He whispers, low and husky, still by my ear, "We stop when you say so. If you don't like something, tell me. And, if you do like something..." his fingers trail up my side, slowly moving toward my right breast, "Feel free to tell me that, too."

The arch of my back is the only response I give him.

Then finally, finally, he touches me. Really touches me. With a force that I have been needing for months. He starts with his right arm curling around me from behind, squeezing both of my breasts in turn. He stays fixated on one at a time, rolling one of my nipples in between his thumb and forefinger until I am gasping again. I'm so distracted by that heavenly sensation that I fail to realize that his left hand is also reaching around me now, moving slow, tantalizing circles around my stomach. The circles dip lower and lower with each rotation. I arch my back further, silently begging him to move that touch to where I need it the most. I've kept my grip on the edge of the pool, and now my knuckles have gone white trying to absorb as much of this moment as possible.

Javi tugs gently on on my earlobe with his teeth, distracting me once again from his hand that has now settled between my thighs underneath the water.

"This is how I want you to feel when you look at me. Tomorrow, when it's hot and you're maybe a little bit bored, making glances my way. Think of this," And through the water, he delivers a quick, sharp slap right to my sex. There is no hope restraining my moan this time. He waits a moment or two, perhaps still gauging my willingness. I push back further into him, feeling his own arousal on my backside, which only drives me further into this heated daze.

He takes the opportunity to cup me with his entire hand, his middle finger dipping into me slightly, running a slow and delicate line up my most sensitive spot. Javi groans into my ear, clearly appreciating how wet he's already made me. I know he can feel it, even through the water. I let my head fall back onto his shoulder, my eyes pinched shut. I need him to do that again. Without thinking, my left hand leaves the railing and covers the top of his under the water, between my legs.

Javi listens to my body, curling his middle finger again, pushing down hard when he reaches my clit. My breaths are coming in and out erratically, still keeping my eyes shut tight.

"K-keep doing that," I gasp out. The words are rushed, and I hadn't planned to say them. But it felt too good, those slow strokes ending where I really want him.

He does just that, dragging his nose along my neck before whispering in my ear.

"Open your eyes," He says in a voice that is not quite a suggestion.

I keep trying to steady my breathing, barely registering that he's speaking to me as his hand continues to build a delicious swirl of tension below my belly.

"Ava, I told you I didn't want you to miss the view. Open your eyes," I know I have to listen to him now. Simply out of fear that if I don't, he will cease his movements.

I open my eyes and...

And what a view it was.

Javi's face, inches from mine, possessive and passionate. Protective, his body still shielding me from anyone who could walk out onto the patio. The glow from the city below is illuminating his damp hair, making him look like an angel. An angel with devilish eyes, trying desperately to push me to the edge of desire. And suddenly I can't help myself from looking down to where his hand was working his magic. The view of him squeezing my breasts, holding me in place is enough to make my arch back further. And though my left hand is on top of his and I can feel his patterns, seeing his strong forearm, veins popping through the top, dipping into the water to please me nearly sends me over the edge.

He must be able to feel it, because he groans again before changing his movements. Javi dips his middle finger inside this time, cursing under his breath. I stop breathing entirely, feeling myself contract slightly as I adjust to the length of his finger. He pulls out, far too slowly. And pushes back in even slower.

I crane my neck to the left so I can look him in the eyes again.

"Javi," My voice sounds so needy, "I need more, I need to–" I can't even finish the words.

His voice is a low chuckle in my ear, "I know what you need."

I've never heard him sound so cocky. But I believe him. The way my body reacts to him–he knows exactly what it needs.

He cups my sex again, his middle finger still inside this time. His eyes ablaze.

"Keep looking at me. I want to see how pink those cheeks can get when you come."

My mouth falls open, and I want to make some clever remark, but suddenly he starts to move his entire hand in circles, his finger moving deeper inside, the heel of his hand hard on my clit. He's touching every part of me that needs him. He's pulling me in so close, keeping me held so tightly that I can't move away from the pleasure. And now that I'm looking back in his eyes, I can't imagine closing them again. Watching him watch me as I feel this pressure builds is the most erotic I've ever felt in my life. The desire in his eyes keeps any of my anxieties at bay as I move closer and closer to the peak of my arousal. My legs start to shake, and his smirk of a reaction is what finally pushes me over the edge. I contract again and again around his hand, breathing heavily and then not at all, holding it in and absorbing as much of this euphoria as possible. I don't think I've ever come this hard before. My eyes don't leave Javi's, and there still that uncharacteristic arrogant smile on his face. His pride is evident, and he is clearly taking his own pleasure in knowing that he made me feel this good. I'm still catching my breath, otherwise I'd want to give him shit for it.

He releases me with a kiss on my shoulder, and I turn around to reach for his shorts again. He must be in desperate need of a release by now. But he simply shakes his head.

"I told you, tonight we are celebrating you," And then, even after his dirty words and dark looks, he bends down to press a kiss on my forehead.

"Are you sure?" I say, still breathless.

"I might hate myself for it later, but yes," He chuckles, wrapping his arms loosely around my back. "I do have one request though."

"Anything," I blurt. I can tell that fills him with pride once again.

"Can you please put your clothes back on so I can stop worrying about anyone else taking a peek?" Javi gives my butt a quick squeeze, and I giggle, moving to retrieve my bathing suit to where I tossed it near the pool's edge.

As I pick it up, dragging it back into the pool with me, I glance behind me at Javi. He is gazing out at the view now, running his hands through his hair. His back muscles are strained, and my heart pulls a little. Normally at this time in the filming process, I'd be relieved. The majority is over with, and we're now on location for a change of scenery. But the thought of only having a few more weeks with Javi, secret or not, fills me with a dull panic.

I shake my head a little to try and clear it. This moment was perfect, and we agreed not to focus on the future right now. I slowly move back over to him, hoping my fear will drip off my skin with the water droplets, and sink down to the bottom.

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