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denjirv · 2 years

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＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚Dream Boy˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Who'd knew Chainsaw Man of all people would be the boy of your dreams? Or in fact be the one to save you from yourself

CW// Mentions of Suicide, Depression and Grief of family loss and a slightly suggestive ending. (At most reader is just on top of Denji ) Crashing waves against your feet you look out into the distance. There was always something so calming about the ocean and the smell of the salt water. The rough almost itchy feeling of the sand against your feet, you admire the sunset one last time before school starts. School without your parents being there to walk you. Not having to pose in front of the gate while you give your best genuine smile. The feeling of their embrace as they wish you luck on another school year. It’s times like these you wish younger you didn’t take things for granted. As you pick up your slippers back up you walk away from the shores as the night wind consumes you. Another day without them, another month of loneliness and a year of silence School started early. You woke up early only cause you barely slept, you put on your uniform and fixed your hair. You know your mother would’ve said something about the strands peeking out and helping you fix it. You grabbed your things before walking to the school. Everyone else had people they were talking to but you walked alone. You felt so disinterested in class. Twirling the pencil around your fingertips you yawn as you listen to your teacher explaining something to the class, the sound of chalk writing on the blackboard muffling more and more you get lost in your mind. It was only till the school bell rang that you woke up from your daze. Luckily it was lunch so you headed all the way back up to the school building. You stare down at the ground, it looks high from up here. You look through your bag but you realized how dumb you were, you forgot your lunch at home so the empty space where a bento box would be is gone You groan to yourself as you place your bag down and look out in the distance. The sound of your stomach growling filling the empty space of silence. As you were about to head off a boy tapped your shoulder. “Hey you can have this, I bought another steam bun without realizing it so you can have it!” The blonde boy with his sharp toothy grin looks over at you. His eyes were full of light contrasting to yours which were tired and baggy. You gently took the steam bun as you unwrap it, the design had the titular “hero” Chainsaw Man. You took a bite out of it which calmed your stomach down. “So what’s your name? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before” “Hmm? Oh it’s Y/N” You took another big bite out of the steam bun, it was really warm in your mouth and very filling. “Oh that’s a cool name! Hey, are you doing anything after school?” Denji looked a bit fidgety though. Like he was nervous, not to mention the red on his cheek was pretty much noticeable. “Yeah I’m free I guess…” You paused when you noticed his blushing. “Hey you ok? You got a fever?” “Wha- Oh yeah yeah totally fine! Yeah yeah hehe..” Denji’s face was starting to glisten a bit from the sun. A smile curled awkwardly. He looked away and scratched the back of his head. “Ok so maybe I’m just a bit nervous. It ain’t like I had talk to a person that hasn’t killed me before you know” “Say what now?” You tilted your head. What does he mean by that exactly? “Oh well, You know I'm pretty popular! All the ladies love me” Denji’s mood suddenly burst up as he kept on talking. “If you didn’t know, I’m Chainsaw Man!” You paused. For a moment you thought he was just a average schoolboy, oh no you’re wrong He’s a absolute loser “Uhuhh, well then prove it to me” You played along. Maybe it shouldn’t be in your best interest to play into this boy’s fantasy but whatever. It’s probably the last time you’ll be here and might as well do something new. “After school! Since you’ll be the first to see my greatness before everyone else” He had that toothy grin, that dumb, stupid, toothy grin. The one that screams an overly confident person that isn’t even aware of its own stupidity. “Count that as a deal then, ‘Chainsaw Man’” The bell rings on cue as you crumble the wrapper in your hand. “Well I expect greatness from you, don't disappoint” Even for a moment you didn’t believe him you smiled to yourself as you head off. “Can’t believe I really agreed on seeing a boy after school” You thought to yourself while you stared into space. You can’t really understand why but suddenly the room and surroundings have gotten darker. It was less vibrant than the last time you spoke to that strange boy. The day passes like a flash as the school bell rings and everyone has left. Packing your things you head down to the front of the school. And there he was. Chainsaw Man talking to that pretty boy of the school, The dark haired boy notices you as he nudges the blonde boy to look over. “Oh you’re here! See I was waiting for you the entire time!” He looked like a dog, if he had a tail it would’ve been wagging. “Yeah, you know I can’t miss this outstanding opportunity” Although being a bit sarcastic it flew right over his head as he grabbed your hand and started heading to where he wanted to take you. Turning around to wave by the tall boy he spoke to earlier. Your feet betraying your balance as you looked at him confused. “W-Where are you taking me?!” “To the beach! No one’s around there much but it’s the perfect spot” He turns to look at you. “Plus the cafe is closed already so why not!” Was he really gonna expose himself in front of you and a million people? But the wind blowing through his blonde hair was captivating at best. The golden hour of the sun was making him look almost handsome. But you shook your head as you headed over to the beach. “Oh here, I’ve been here before….” You look out at the ocean, the crashing waves and the very few people that were present at the beach. You look over at the boy as he takes off his shoes. “Having sand in your shoes sucks, now come on!” He started heading over to the shore. His figure getting smaller from a distance. You started to take off your shoes before heading down carefully. For the most part he was just goofing off. Kicking the water to you as you backed away, it was really cold and the fall weather wasn’t helping at all. But as he kept tormenting you kicked back and actually got on his pants. He looked up at you in surprise of your action “Ah- I’m sorry uh, I didn’t mean to-” But before you can apologize he suddenly starts laughing and kicks the water back to you. You get some on your uniform as you start to smile a bit more. Kicking and chasing as the water splashes beneath you two before Denji finally tackles you to the ground. He kept you there though as the two of you laugh Little did the two of you know a wave was crashing by as it consumed the two of you for a moment. Drenching you in the water but you were too distracted to care, too distracted to even get worried as you pushed him off of you. His blonde hair dripping wet and your hair falling over your face, you two helped each other up. “That was fun! You seriously gotta loosen a bit more” He nudges you playfully. You stifle a laugh. “Well it’s not like everyday some boy takes me away to the beach” You rested your head on your knees as the two of you sat and watched the view. “Well since we are alone, got anything you wanna ask?” He turns to look at you, hands propped behind him as he looks out into the distance. “Obviously first your name, and second…show me who you are” You glanced over at him waiting for a response. “I’m Denji Hayakawa! But if you really want me to show you my Chainsaw man form then hmmm” He looked up, fingers on his chin as if he was thinking. “Tell me something about yourself” You tense up, you weren’t all that interesting to begin with, you were just depressed maybe but that can't carry anything of value. “I’m uh….I like animals?” You even seemed unsure. “Well, people telling each other their deep dark secrets builds friendships! I’ve already told you mine so what about you?” You weren’t sure why, or what even made you say it but you spilled something that made Denji smile almost look blank. “I’m…probably gonna leave school tomorrow, or just leave entirely” Denji’s smile faded a bit. Sure sarcasm throws him off but that sounds oddly familiar. He didn’t know it yet but he’s been there before. He lets you continue on though. “If it wasn’t for today, I would’ve made a really big mistake” The sound of the ocean waves filling the air in such a dreary manner. “But, I’m glad you gave me that steam bum” stared off into the waves. Your expressions soften without realizing it. “I’m also glad you got my uniform wet and made me chase you around the entire time” Letting out a weak chuckle you felt yourself being pulled against Denji. It was his arm “My uh, my brother told me that sometimes people like to be touched when needing comfort” He looked down but instantly felt like he made a mistake. “Unless you don’t want me to! Then that’s fine” You felt his warm touch leave your body but before he can fully pull away you placed it back. “It’s fine, I…I really like it” You closed your eyes as you enjoyed his presence. “Well since you told me your secret, that means you can see my chainsaw man form” He looked down at you as you tilt your head up curiously. You looked really pretty from this angle though. “There’s a cord under my shirt, you can pull it and then I’ll transform!” You were a bit unsure though. So you move as you turn over to him. “If you say so, but I don’t like you sitting like this.” You suddenly pushed Denji on his back. Letting out a noise he looked over at you as you maneuver over to his lap, holding back a small chuckle at his deep red expression You felt his shirt and felt a cord and string. Lifting up his shirt you wrap a finger around the silver cord piece. But before pulling you leaned in close to his face. “You better be telling the truth to me, Denji” And as you pull the cord suddenly Vrrrrrrmmmm

#chainsaw man x reader #Chainsaw man #chainsaw man denji #denji x y/n #denji x reader #csm x reader #denji <3

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officialesmilgram · 2 months

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perhaps in another life we could’ve known eachother

this is mainly just gonna be es and mu, but it’s platonic, so you can either read it as friendship or a relationship! it’s also slightly long lol

I don’t really write that often, but I wanted to write something!! (it might not be the best, but I was really bored and I couldn’t fall asleep) the story is under the cut!!

“es-san!” mu yelled happily, holding a random bag filled to the brim of candy and other bright snacks. the snacks seemed to be from one of her vacations, as they weren’t in japanese, perhaps french?

“what is it?” es responded blankly, staring at mu’s overbearingly positive face. “I got you a snack from my trip to france! come, I want to give some to you!” mu said, seemingly not minding es’s attitude.

”you know I dont really eat sweets, remember?” es said, it wasn’t that they hated sweets, it was just that once they started eating some, they wouldn’t stop. it was a problem that they were slightly embarrassed to address. “oh come on, please? I bought it for you, you know?” mu put a frown on her face, basically pouting. es sighed. “just one, you hear that? I’m not even sure if I’ll like it..”

“haha, I’m not sure if you’ll want just one after trying it, but sure!” mu’s frown was quickly replaced by a happy smile. what a great actor she is, es thought.

mu hastily picked out a snack for es, and seemed to save some for herself later. she also mentioned giving some to rei one of her friends later. “here, here! try this one! the brand is quite popular in france, you know? so you might like it!”

es looked at the snack she chose. it was a white bag with pinkish red gummies inside. the brand was written in the english alphabet, and es couldn’t quite read english yet. “can you read it?” es asked mu, she knew french, right? mu smiled at es. “of course! It’s called haribo tagada!” when she said the name, she had a slight accent.

mu handed the bag to es. es also noticed a funny looking mascot on the bag. “the mascot.. it’s odd. it looks like a red blood cell. is that on purpose?” mu looked at the bag. “i don’t think it’s on purpose, you’re just over analyzing it, you know?” mu shrugged.

es nodded, slightly annoyed, but oh well. perhaps it wouldn’t be that bad. they opened the bag, (they struggled a bit, but it wasn’t their fault! it was the designers fault, totally..) they started looking at the gummies closely. “why are you inspecting it? it’s not poisoned or anything.” mu said, noticing that they were inspecting the gummies, almost like a health official.

“just.. making sure that you didn’t trick me into eating something dumb.” es said in response; looking at mu instead of the gummies now. mu frowned, albeit a bit playfully. “you know I would never do that, right?” she grinned. es rolled their eyes.

es took a small bite of one of the gummies. to their surprise, it was very sweet. It had a similar texture to marshmallows, yet the center was slightly sweeter than expected, it had a strawberry flavor. it wasn’t stale or dry yet, surprisingly, yet it not being stale made sense. after all, mu had only recently left for her vacation. it was… about 3 or 4 days, and mu had got back only yesterday, if es remembered correctly.

“so? are they good?” mu waited for a response, smiling patiently. “they’re… sweeter than expected. they’re good, I guess.” es scoffed, trying to make it sound that they didnt really care much about the taste.

mu frowned, before she smiled. “you sure? just good?” es nodded, a bit stiffly. she hadn’t noticed, had she? es hoped she didn’t, she would definitely tease them for weeks if she found out. “if you say so..” mu says.

es didn’t seem to notice her grin. she hid it while eating some of the snacks she chose for herself.

“so es…” mu’s voice seemed to trial off, or did it? why couldn’t es hear her? she was right in front of them. their surroundings also started to become fuzzy, as if engulfed in fog.

suddenly es jumped up, but they weren’t with mu anymore. they were in their room, sitting on their chair with paperwork on their desk. they gasped, slightly surprised that the dream wasn’t real. “what.. what an odd dream.” es wondered out loud. no one was in the room, so it didn’t really matter. they looked at their paperwork, they soiled it with ink. “that’s a nuisance... how annoying.” es scoffed. they would probably have to get more paper.

they would also ignore mu prisoner 004for awhile. to get rid of the thought of that dream, which they probably should’ve called a nightmare, now that they think of it.

#milgram au #writing #milgram #milgram muu #muu kusunoki #milgram es #es milgram #i wrote this for fun #it’s not that good

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rainebowkitty · 2 years

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Mikoto celebrates your bday with you x reader headcanons (Milgram)

Since it's my pal @veevz-drawz 's bday today and we both just got into Milgram together, I wrote up some x reader bday headcanons for our best boy, Mikoto! These will be based off of the portrayal of Mikoto in this wonderful fic btw, so be sure to read that first!

Happy bday, Veevz! This is for you! Headcanons under the cut :D

Mikoto making sure neither of you have work on your special day so that you can both make the most of it! Hooray for sleeping in!

Considering how cheery he is in the mornings, he’d 100% make you breakfast in bed too

He'd make your favorite breakfast foods or something similar to it (he apologizes if he didn’t remember it correctly! He tried writing it down and everything, but he lost the sticky note;;;)

Speaking of things he remembered, he's probably been saving for months to buy you some big fancy gift. Maybe you needed new clothes, so your cute designer boyfriend picked out a whole wardrobe of practical things suited to your tastes (but he's got all the receipts just in case, he's no fool).

Or maybe you needed a new household appliance you just haven't gotten around to buying yet. Whatever it is, you're both working adults, so his gift to you is most definitely something you can both use and love!

Just imagine Mikoto lugging a microwave to your shared apartment at like 10 o clock after work the previous night. And he gleefully tells you in the morning how well it works because he's been using it in the office for like two months now as is. What? Where else was he supposed to hide it? Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned he's been using it up until now...

Then again, if he bought you a new stylized wardrobe, imagine random clothes showing up in your shared closet with the tags still on them in the months prior. You bring it up the first time it happens, but he woefully forgets the conversation and does it a few more times until he just leaves the entire haul at work. He's got a suspicious trash bag full of surprisingly popular clothing brands that he just hands to you on your special day. (You still probably come across it in the closet before he himself can present it to you though)

Another cute gift he could get for you are bath bombs! A good bath always helps him destress, so maybe you could try it sometime? He promises he won't occupy the bathroom for at least 30 minutes to an hour today, but then again, he's not spending his day at work, is he?

He's spending his time with you, and once nighttime peeks over the horizon and he starts to lose that hazy happiness he always has in the early mornings and late afternoons, he'll order you your favorite takeout and cuddle with you on the couch until there's that familiar knock at the door. You stay right there now, he'll get it.

For once this cruder version of him is being quite sweet. You selfishly wish your birthday could last forever, but you live in an apartment as it is. You probably shouldn't light any candles, or make any wishes.

Even so, as he closes the door with the bag of takeout looped around his arm, you quickly find him digging in the fridge for something. Once he turns around, you see a cupcake, or perhaps a slice of cheesecake (maybe even a scoop of ice cream) on a paper plate in hand. There's a candle sticking out of it.

You hardly notice him rummaging in his pocket for his lighter until you see the flame itself. You feel a swell of panic, but he puts a finger to his lips to shush you before you can even begin to protest.

"It wouldn't be right if you didn't make a wish. Now go on, make it quick before the landlord has our asses."

And as you blow out that candle, you don't have a particular wish burning in your heart or mind. You only have a yearning for more moments like this. Moments where you two can breathe in air that isn't smoke, and spend time together rather than at work.

You hardly realize that that has been your wish all along. For Mikoto to become a bigger part of your life, and for you to become a greater chunk of his.

#milgram #mikoto kayano #kayano mikoto #x reader #mikoto kayano x reader #kayano mikoto x reader #happy bday Veevzy!#love you!

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anystalker707 · 2 years

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Rings

Pairing: Mikey x Reader Word count: ~ 1 500 Genre: Fluff / Comfort Summary: Mikey is insecure about wearing rings, but (y/n) will make sure it happens.

Requested by Duchess <3 [(...) Mikey wants to wear a shit ton of rings but’s scared of what other people might say (...)]

A/N: Current Mikey bc we deserve it

The ring shines through the shop window’s glass, details glinting under the light and contrasting perfectly with the deep red velvet upholstery of the small case it’s placed in, still showing all of its glory even if just a couple of people stop to appreciate it at the moment. It’s not one of the busy hours, though, it seems, given how not nearly as many people walk down the streets as the stores are able to handle. A paper next to the ring displays the price, and it takes me a moment to convert the pounds to dollars, but I soon realize it isn’t even that bad, considering the ones in simpler designs that are sold for higher prices.

“Mikey, why don’t you get it, hm?” I nod to the ring, though his focus is also already on it. Mikey’s reflection nods a little. “Would suit you and also match the others.”

Mikey continues gazing at the ring, then sighs, leaning back a little. “Ah, no, you know what I think about it already.”

“Just considering what other people will think isn’t a good reason, you’re aware of that,” I breathe. It’s a fucking shame he won’t use the rings since they suit him so fucking well, not to mention how they make him look even more powerful. He got a lot of them, and I don’t know what for, if he’s not going to use them. And for such a stupid reason.

“You don’t see the point.” Mikey shifts a little, taking a closer look at the ring again, for a short moment. “I’m not up to answering all of the ‘oh, are you sure you should be wearing something so expensive?’ or ‘are these even real?’ every time people look at them. Not to mention how they’ll say I’m trying to copy Frank or something. It’ll suck.”

For a moment, I do cogitate discussing again, telling him things aren’t like that, but I decide to save time instead; I shrug lightly, about to point at the earrings by the other side of the window when I see Gerard approaching. He places his hand on Mikey’s shoulder, following his gaze to the jewelry for a moment before cleaning his throat. “Uh, I’m grabbing some coffee, do you want to come along?” He looks between Mikey and I.

Mikey hums with a brief motion to adjust his shades—why does he have them in such cloudy weather? I’d call it a habit—and nods. “(Y/n)?”

“No, I’m still walking around for a bit.” I glance around; I can still go check the jacket I saw across the street and see the bookstore people are always recommending me, later. “You know what I like, I’ll get it with you when I see you later. Well, I mean, not if it’ll bother you, then I’ll just—”

“It’s fine,” Mikey chuckles and places a hand on my hip as he leans in to give me a quick kiss. “Take care, okay? Call me if you need anything.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry. Same to you, by the way.” I smile, patting his chest lightly as he pulls away, nodding in response, and wave lightly at the two once they start to walk away, but they’re quickly immersed in their talk. Nice. It doesn’t take too long until they’re turning around a corner, so I step into the store, welcomed by the smell of cleaning supplies and alcohol before an employee approaches me.

“Hello! How may I help you?” They ask in a thick British accent, hands folded in front of them.

“Hi!” I smile back, and glance behind me. “Y’know, can I take a look at the silver ring from the window?”

In total, there are seven rings—three were with me, one of them was bought, while the other three were dispersed around Mikey’s things. Why does he bring them along if he doesn’t want to wear them, hm? Hell, that insecure ass of his. He won’t be able to escape it today, and I’m the one who’ll make sure it happens.

All of the rings are secured in my bag when we head to the venue after all the shopping and exploring, which also thankfully earned me one of the books I had been looking for. The guys are in soundcheck while I sit backstage in one of the dressing rooms, just messing with my phone or things around while I have what Mikey had left for me, consisting of a cup of my favorite coffee and a snack. Both are already over when Mikey is coming into the dressing room again, this time not to leave his things here but to get ready for the oncoming concert, smiling as he approaches and presses a kiss to my cheek.

“I have something for you.” I stand up from the chair, rummaging through my bag a little until I finally bring it up. “Here.”

Mikey furrows his eyebrows, but does take the little fabric bag in hand carefully, undoing the ribbon and then dropping the ring on his palm. It’s possible to see the exact moment he recognizes it, eyes widening, and he gasps. “(Y/n)! You shouldn’t! You know what—”

“No, no excuses!” I shake my head, taking the ring to slip it on one of his fingers. So pretty. I trace the ring’s details with the tip of my fingers, still holding Mikey’s hand. “I’m so tired of you just spilling excuses and stuff while you actually look so fucking hot with these on! C’mon, I even brought you all of your seven rings, and I want you to put all of them on at least to take the pictures before the concert! Fuck what people say, what matters is that you want to wear them and that you look so damn fine with them!” He has that face on when I look at him, and I don’t know whether I should feel mad or melt. “I’ll accept no arguing!” I peck his lips. “You’re better than that, and you know it! Go for it! Keep a few of the rings on during the concert if they don’t bother you while you play the bass, you’ll look fucking badass, so powerful!”

Despite Mikey’s sigh, his face betrays him; a red tone slowly quickly takes over his cheeks and he looks away with a hum, a clear sign he’s already given in, making me chuckle happily.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty,” I say as I cup his face and press a kiss to his lips, “so hot, so awesome!” I try to give him a kiss between each word, though I end up chuckling again, this time followed by him.

“You’re as well.” He pecks my lips, wrapping his arms around my waist to pull me closer. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me.” I brush my nose against his with my heart fluttering in my chest.

Through time, Mikey ends getting used to it and either forgetting or giving up on his previous ideas to give in completely to the excitement of finally wearing the rings, and seeing him with them on while in his jacket, the traditional Mikey fucking Way shirt along with skinny jeans and Doc Martens is enough to have me melting on the inside and quickly grabbing my phone to register the moment. He’s a little shy at the beginning, but soon agrees with the poses I tell him.

“Let me take a look!” He rushes to my side as soon as I bring my phone closer to myself, analyzing each picture and deleting the blurry ones in the process. Turns out the one in which he got distracted by someone in the end of the hall actually looks pretty cool.

“I fucking love it,” I sigh, gazing at Mikey again. He grins and pecks my lips, still a little shy about all of it.

The sound of footsteps has me looking away, and I wonder where the fuck Gerard showed up from since the hall was empty aside from Mikey and I standing here until a moment ago. He’s also in his stage outfit, and seeing everyone like this—given how Ray and Frank were wandering around earlier—gives me so much nostalgia. He brushes a few hair strands away from his face, looking like he’s going to keep walking just to stop in front of Mikey and take a look at him up and down. “Rings!” Gerard gasps, stepping closer to take Mikey’s hands in his, admiring the rings adorning each of them.

“Yeah, (y/n) convinced me to wear them.” Mikey presses his lips together in a smile.

“So fucking cool,” Gerard hums with a nod. “Aren’t they going to make playing harder or...?”

“Ah, no!” Mikey shakes his head. “‘Just put them on to take a few pictures, I’m actually just gonna keep a few during the concert!”

Gerard goes silent for a moment, observing the rings again, before he’s nodding once more as he glances at me as if in approval. “Yeah, awesome! You should listen to (y/n) more!”

Mikey scoffs sarcastically, just to playfully pout under the glare I shoot at him, though unable to hold back a smile. “Yeah, will do!”

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tagging list: @lubbockshusband | @trans-ylvania | @newgirlinhell

#poison.fic #fan fic #fan fiction #mikey way x reader #mikey way #x reader #x gender neutral reader #x female reader #x male reader #x non binary reader #my chemical romance #mcr #mcr x reader #mcr oneshot #oneshot #mcr imagine #imagine

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leafs-lover · 2 years

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Too Far Gone - Part Thirty Five

Series Masterlist

Warnings: smut – oral (male receiving), brief P in V, swearing, mentions of drinking

Word Count: 7300

August 18, 2019

Running her tongue along the underside of his shaft, she gently catches his throbbing vein, smirking when Auston squirms ever so slightly. With a spare hand, she reaches for his cock, soft and delicate strokes at first - designed to enhance the pleasure of her lips wrapping around his length, but when her hands knead his balls and she takes him to the back of her throat, he can barely hold himself together.

“Oh shit,” Auston groans.

Sliding his hands through her glistening locks, his fingers curl into a fist and he tugs tight on her roots, earning a muffled squeal from the woman below him. Dropping her nose to his hips once again, she swirls her tongue and continues massaging his balls, causing Auston’s hips to jut forward - tip once again grazing the back of her throat. A breathy giggle is felt, sending shockwaves up his spine.

“Fuck, Brittney,” Auston moans softly.

Auston feels her entire body stiffen, and no more than a second later her mouth pops opens and her hand retreats, a thickness filling the air. Picking up on her apprehension, Auston releases his grip and watches her press up onto her knees.

“Did you…did you call me Brittney?”

“I –“ he trails off, eyes going wide. Is that not her name?

“Did you call me Brittney?” she repeats, voice getting firmer this time.

“No,” he quickly fumbles out. “No, I didn’t.”

He shifts awkwardly under the scrutiny of her icy blue stare, gulping harshly as her arms cross over her chest. “What is my name?”

“Ummm,” he trails off.

He knows it. He remembers being told it at the bar. She was with a group of six or seven friends, celebrating a birthday or a new job, another detail Auston apparently paid little attention to. They were waiting on the round of shots Mitch had ordered, and everyone went around and said their names. If he had more time he could think of it, but it’s hard to think straight after three tequila shots and a beautiful naked woman, with small but perky breasts eloquently on display in his bed.

“Oh my god.” Shaking her head, she climbs out of bed and searches for her shirt. Pulling the wine-coloured crop top over her frame, she fluffs her hair from under the collar. “It’s Bridgette,” she informs him snarkily.

So close Auston thinks to himself. He had the first three letters correct, that has to count for something.

Scrambling out of the bed, he grabs a pair of track pants and flies down the hall after her, trying to smooth over the situation. “I’m sorry, I’m just terrible with names.” He hops on one leg, trying to force the other through the tangled leg hole.

“Just save it,” she mumbles bitterly. Fed up with him, she flings her bag over her shoulder, and reaches for the handle, tugging the heavy door open.

Stepping in front of her, he hopes she’ll at the very least listen, and maybe, if he’s lucky, return to bed. “Brit, come on, let’s talk about this,” he tries to reason.

Her hands dramatically fall to her sides and cheeks flush with anger. “It’s Bridgette,” she emphasizes frustratedly.

Auston releases a deep exhale and his eyes momentarily flutter closed. There is no recovery, no word or apology to make this better, he fucked up, and at the very least he should respect that she cares enough to leave because he has a sinking feeling most women would ignore it for a shot with him. “Have a good night,” he sighs, moving out of the way.

“Un-fucking-believable,” she grumbles under her breath as she brushes by, then Auston hears a voice cut through the air. A familiar voice, but one that shouldn’t be at his door this late at night.

Snapping his eyes open, he see’s Tia with her hair pulled back into a braid, a Paw Patrol backpack hanging loosely over one shoulder, her arm looped through the straps of her purse and Taylour, sleeping against her shoulder wearing the Toronto Maple Leafs pajamas Auston recently bought him.

“Hey,” he holds the door open, letting them inside. Wiping his clammy hands against the scratchy fabric of his track pants, he tries to keep his heart beating as steadily as possible. “What’s going on, everything okay?”

Taylour has been off antibiotics for a couple days now, but he returned to his usual playful, energetic self a few days prior. He spent the last few days with Auston, and he seemingly was fine – so fine he actually drew a picture on the back of his bedroom door. And when Auston FaceTimed him before going out to the bar, he was fresh out of the bath, clean from spending the day at the beach.

“I text you,” she passes Taylour over and kicks off her sneakers.

“Was busy,” he mumbles.

“Right,” Tia smirks at him, dropping the backpack at the door. Bending down, she unzips it and pulls Geoffery out and starts explaining her unexpected arrival. “Genevieve can’t go to Montreal, something with her husband, Celeste offered me her spot in Montreal. We leave pretty early.” Keeping her voice soft and low, she follows Auston down the hall, past the paint cans and brushes, into Taylour’s room. “I know you’re not supposed to have him for a few days, but I was hoping you could watch him for me.”

“Yeah, of course.” Auston lays Taylour in his bed and pulls the comforter up over his body, him barely responding to the movement. Stepping forward Tia leans down and places a soft kiss to his forehead and walks out of the room as Auston turns on the Marshall night light in the corner then joins her in the hall.

“It’s four days,” Tia’s face scrunches up slightly.

“I think I can manage.” His plans included going to the rink and lifting some weights, then putting another coat of paint on the door to cover up Taylour’s masterpiece. “You must be excited that you get to go?”

“Yeah,” she trails off briefly. “It sucks that the only reason I’m going is because someone else can’t, not because I deserve the spot –“

“Hey!” his voice snaps.

One of Auston’s least favourite things about Tia is her fear that she doesn’t belong, or that she isn’t deserving of good in her life. He didn’t notice it at the time, but when he looks back at their time in Zurich, it was there. She hid it a little better back then, or maybe the fear of being unworthy wasn’t as consuming as it is now, but recently it has been every where he’s looked. He doesn’t understand it. Obviously, everyone is self conscious and has their doubts, but Tia never let it shine brighter than her confidence. What happened during their time apart to make her feel this way? And what can he do to make sure she doesn’t anymore?

“Don’t say that. You deserve it, more than Brenda,” he emphasizes. “You actually worked your ass off. If you weren’t an intern, that spot would have been yours from day one.”

She doesn’t respond, just lets out a deep exhale and walks down the hall. Reaching the door, she begins to slip into her shoes, hardly listening as he continues. “Besides, didn’t you say you were going to ask Celeste about a position for after placement?”

“Yeah,” she responds.

“Well, this trip would be a good time to talk to her about it,” he tries to encourage her.

Tia has spent weeks trying to figure out if it can be done. School, the club, Taylour, and a second job somewhere with Celeste – in the store or assisting with design. Either one would be an amazing opportunity and help her once she graduates, but it might be too far out of reach.

Her life would be busy. Tia recently received her class schedule for the fall, and Wednesday is the only day she would actually have enough hours free to work during the day - all of her other shifts would have to be evenings and weekends which would cut into her time with Taylour and limit her availability at the club. It’s not like she could stop working at the Brass Rail, even with Auston paying Taylour’s daycare she can’t afford to not have that income.

“Sorry for showing up so late.”

Changing the topic, not all that surprising, it’s recently become her go to when things are difficult to handle. “No, it’s fine really,” he doesn’t bother fighting her on it, “I just wasn’t expecting you. We can talk tomorrow, figure out the schedule.”

“Yeah,” she softly nods. Grabbing the handle, Tia opens the door but takes a second before turning around. “Auston,” she calls his attention, “if you don’t remember the girls name, maybe don’t use one,” she teases, looking him dead in the eye.

“Goodnight Tia,” he chuckles, jokingly shoving her out into the hall.

“Daddy!” Taylour whines from the doorway. Throwing his head back, he stares up at the ceiling and lets out a frustrated huff. “We’re gonna be late Daddy!”

“We’re not late Taylour,” Auston laughs. Walking out of his room, Auston grabs his hat from the rack and tosses it over his curls, then slides his wallet and phone into his pockets.

“I want to see the puppy,” Taylour tugs at his pants.

Auston crouches down to be eye level with Taylour. Pulling the plain black Nike hat over Taylour’s curls he smiles at their matching outfits. “The puppy is not going anywhere.”

“Puuu-leeeease,” Taylour huffs again, not hearing anything Auston is saying.

“Alright,” Auston just shakes his head. “You have the present for Zeus?”

“Yes,” Taylour holds up the plastic bag for Auston to see.

“Okay.”

Auston sticks a hand out and Taylour enthusiastically links his fingers with his. The second the door opens Auston has to tighten his grip to prevent him from running down the hall. Using all his strength, Taylour tugged and tugged, trying to run to get down the hall faster, groaning with Auston wouldn’t let him. He rocked back and forth on his heels the entire elevator ride and was attempting the buckles on his seatbelt before Auston had even ducked in to do it himself.

Once secured in the car seat Auston was in the front seat and set the car in drive. The entire drive all he heard was Taylour’s feet swinging and kicking against the car seat, and the word puppy every six seconds. He knew telling him about their plans in advance was a mistake, but when they walked into the pet store to pick out a toy for Zeus, Taylour asked what they were doing, and he let it slip. A decision he has been regretting it for the last three hours.

Taylour couldn’t nap, he barely touched his lunch and didn’t want to watch TV or go to the park. All he wanted was to see the puppy, it’s all he’s talked about for the past few hours. That’s why they are pulling into the parking garage at Mitch’s condo twenty-seven minutes early, he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ohhhhh!” Taylour gasps, giving Auston the hardest tug yet. “It’s the puppy!”

Glancing down the hall he sees a small chocolate lab puppy with a bright red leash, and Steph, attempting to guide it down the hall. Every few seconds Zeus gets distracted and stops to sniff the floor or runs into her leg. After not making it more than twelve steps she reaches down and picks him up, carrying him the rest of the way.

“Yeah, it is,” Auston bends down and picks up Taylour, placing him on his hip.

Closing the gap, Taylour squeals and gasps the entire time, and Zeus wags his tail. “You’re early,” Steph smiles at them.

“Daddy!” Taylour points. “Daddy look, it’s the puppy!” he squeals. “I want to pet the puppy!”

“Sorry, I had to,” Auston eyes to Taylour and just laughs.

“I see he is excited.” Turning to bring them closer, Taylour places a few scratches to his head, giggling the entire time. “Mitch is inside, I’m just taking him outside for a few minutes. I’ll be back in a sec.”

“I want to come!” Taylour pipes up when Steph walks around them. “I want to go with the puppy.”

“He’ll be back in five minutes –“

“I want to go Daddy!” Taylour quickly pleads.

“He can come,” Steph offers. “I’m just taking him to the park across the street, we won’t even be five minutes.”

“Please Daddy.” Auston can’t believe it, but Taylour’s puppy dog attempt - big brown eyes and tilting of his head are more compelling than the actual puppy in front of him.

“Are you sure?” Auston tries to hide his excitement , but five minutes with only adults (assuming Mitch qualifies as an adult) sounds like a version of heaven he thought he’d never see again.

“You listen to everything Steph says,” Auston quickly directs Taylour, who blankly nods, still encapsulated with Zeus. “Behave, and I will see you in five minutes.”

“Okay Daddy,” he barely acknowledges Auston’s existence, focusing solely on Zeus who’s playfully gnawing on Steph’s hand.

Putting Taylour on his feet he quickly is at Steph’s side. “Let’s go Taylour,” she smirks at Auston.

When the door opened a few minutes later Auston felt refreshed, those minutes apart gave him a renewed source of energy, and he was quickly pulling Taylour in for a hug, feeling guilty about wanting some space. “Daddy,” he giggles as Auston playfully kisses his cheek and tickles his sides. “Daddy!” he giggles louder as he continues.

Zeus scurries over and circles Auston’s feet, his high-pitched puppy bark echoing through the kitchen. The more Auston tickles Taylour, the more he laughs, and the more he laughs the more Zeus barks.

“Get ‘em Zeus,” Mitch jokes as he bounces around Auston’s feet. “Get ‘em.”

“Da-aaaaddy!” Taylour struggles to breathe, squirming against the touch, and into it all at the same time.

“What?” Auston can’t pull the large smile from his face.

“The pup,” his laughter catches in his throat again, “the pup…the puppy. I want to play with Zeus,” he manages to say as Auston finally lets up.

“Okay.” Setting Taylour on his feet, he bends down and grabs a rope toy and dangles it in front of Zeus’s face, giggling when he jumps up to try and catch it. Within seconds he takes of running, Zeus not far behind.

“You’re really great with him,” Steph has a big smile pressed to her face.

“He’s my kid,” Auston quickly replies.

“I just remember you with Kanon,” Steph grins

At the team Christmas party during their rookie year, Kanon was barely a year old when Auston was holding him. He had never held a baby before and had no idea what to do or how to do it, he was basically handed this child and left to figure it out. Not actually, Tyler was about six feet away, but he provided no advice.

He must have been doing wrong, because it wasn’t even five seconds before he was screaming, flailing around in Auston’s grasp, which only exasperated the situation. He quickly passed Kanon back to Tyler, laughing in an attempt to hide the sheer terror that was running through his veins, and made the decision to not hold anymore small children for a while.

And he didn’t. He had no problem playing with Kanon or any other players kids, but if he caught even the smallest whiff of a meltdown, he very quickly returned the child to their parent. Taylour was different.

First - Auston was two years older and had a little bit more confidence than with Kanon. Secondly Taylour was two, and he always wanted to play, something Auston excelled at in comparison to cradling infants. But most importantly, Taylour is his son, and the instant connection he felt towards him was unlike anything he had ever experienced – he loved Taylour more than anything in his life – Tia included – and had an overwhelming urge to protect him at all costs. That very first time he held Taylour - and it was only for a split second to put him in his highchair – every part of being his dad felt natural.

“I’ve grown a lot since then.” Auston watches Taylour throw one of Zeus’s toy balls, and when he doesn’t chase after it – still unfamiliar with the concept of fetch - Taylour runs over and grabs it, bringing it back for him. He repeats the process again then sighs, confused at his lack of interest. “He made me grow.”

“Looks good on you,” Steph smiles emphatically. “You on the hunt for his stepmom? I know some people I think you’d be great with.”

“Steph,” Mitch’s groans. In those few minutes with her gone, Mitch warned his friend that Steph would probably ask him a million questions.

Ever since she saw Tia and Auston, not so subtly flirting with each other at the casino in Vegas, then running away like horny teenagers to get back to their room, followed by an absolutely miserable asshole at the hotel pool before their flight, Steph has had questions. And Mitch never had answers.

They’ve seen each other a few times throughout the summer, at the rink, had dinner once or twice, even a couple nights of drinking. Every time Mitch has seen Auston, Steph has asked about him, and Mitch has fed her the same generic response “he seems fine” and she isn’t satisfied with that answer.

“Daddy, Zeus kissed me,” Taylour giggles from a few feet away. Sitting on the floor, Zeus has his paws up on his shoulders and is placing long licks to his cheek.

“No,” Auston chuckles staring out at his son, the list of reasons to wait and get a dog becoming shorter the longer they stay. “I struggle with Tia, don’t need another woman running around, messing things up.”

“What’s going on with you two?”

“Steph!” Mitch hisses, blue eyes blowing up in his skull.

“You don’t tell me stuff, I’m going to the source,” she shrugs him off.

“We’re just friends,” Auston responds, his tone dropping with every word. “We’re finally figuring out how to raise him together, it’s been a bit of a trek, but we’re on the right path.”

Mitch desperately looks to Steph, silently pleading to stop interrogating his friend. Steph ignores her boyfriend and carefully looks over Auston, analyzing everything he said. Auston watches Taylour who is lying on the floor, his head resting on his forearm while the other hand scratches Zeus behind the ears, giggling every time he places a soft lick to his face.

Auston knows there is more. Maybe not today, but sometime in the not-so distant future there will be more, because it’s abundantly clear she isn’t satisfied. Her lips are pursed, and she clicks her teeth together, letting her brows crease.

“I don’t buy it,” she finally protests.

“Steph, seriously,” Mitch grumbles.

“No,” she replies assertively.” It was relentless. Two years of him pining over a girl he hadn’t spoken to. He ruined every chance with every woman he met during that time because he was still in love with Tia, then she waltzes back into his life – with his baby no less – and he says everything is fine. You can’t expect me to buy the were ‘just friends’ crap,” she air quotes.

“Doesn’t matter what you believe,” Auston cuts her off.

He always liked Steph. She is funny, outgoing, smart and incredibly loyal; it is easy to see why Mitch loves her, but sometimes she can be relentless and overbearing. He didn’t actually notice it, Claire did.

After attending a few games, she mentioned how Steph was very cautious of those she spoke to, and she was reluctant to invite her anywhere outside of the rink. Some of the WAG’s, mainly the older ones would talk to her at games, but Steph, Audrey, Lexi and Paige had formed a clique, and unless someone was in a serious relationship with a player, they more than likely wouldn’t welcome you in. She said is felt like high school all over again.

Ever since Claire told him, he’s paid more attention, and noticed her over-protective and sometimes controlling nature. He understands that she is only trying to ensure they live their lives without stories circulating in the media – Toronto is a major hockey town after all. And he is grateful to have someone like that in his corner, someone who isn’t going to spill every detail about his life, but sometimes she oversteps.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt,” Steph sighs.

“You can’t get hurt if you don’t put your heart on the line.”

“Right –“

“Daddy,” Taylour comes running back in, brown dog hair covering every inch of his clothing. “Where’s the present for Zeus?”

“Right here.” Auston grabs the bag off the counter, thankful for his son’s intrusion. “You want to give it to him now?”

“Yes Daddy!” He jumps up and down, waiting for Auston to hand it to him.

“Let’s go.”

Auston passes Taylour the bag and the two of them walk into the living room. Mitch hung back for just a second, sending Steph a ‘what were you thinking’ look, before shaking his head and joining them. Sitting on the floor beside Taylour, Auston picks up Zeus and brings him into his lap.

“Look Zeus!” Taylour reaches in and pulls out a small brown monkey. Pressing on the monkey’s foot, a squeak erupts making Taylour giggle and Zeus’s ears instantly perk up. “It’s a monkey!”

“Woah, cool monkey!” Mitch sits on the couch near Auston.

“Mhm,” Taylour nods, squeaking one of its hands. “I have one too!” Handing the toy to Auston, he reaches into the bag and pulls out his slightly larger monkey. “His name is Geoffery,” he proudly holds him up in the air for Mitch to see.

“Geoffery, that’s a cool name,” reaching down Mitch grabs Zeus’s toy, as Auston continues give him belly rubs. “What should we name this guy?” Mitch turns to Taylour, squeaking the foot again.

“Uhh…” Taylour brings his index finger to his chin and thinks about it for a second. “Uhm, you should name it Rubble.”

“Rubble?” Mitch’s face scrunches up and he looks over the stuffed animal, trying to see if a pile of rocks is a suitable name for a stuffed monkey.

“It’s a character from Paw Patrol, he has a big sweet tooth.” Auston hates that he knows this, that he knows the name of every character on that show. At this point he could probably recite a few episodes from start to finish.

“Oh perfect,” Mitch squeaks the hand of Rubble, capturing Zeus’s attention again. “I love candy too!”

“Daddy says candy is bad for you,” Taylour leans down and kisses Zeus on the forehead, giggling when he returns the favour with a few licks to his face.

“It’s not that bad.” Mitch nudges Auston with his knee, trying to loosen him up, still able to see the tension he harbours from earlier.

“Too much candy is,” Auston sighs.

“Daddy also says no candy until I eat my vegetables,” Taylour moves to lie on the floor in front of Auston. Bringing both hands out, he scratches behind both of Zeus’s ears with a wide smile pressed to his face.

“Because I don’t want you to turn out like Mitch,” Auston mutters teasingly.

“Hey,” Mitch scoffs jokingly, his voice getting higher.

“Why Daddy? Mitch is fun.”

Auston’s eyes dart around the room, and a faint blush rises under his cheeks. He thought he said it quiet enough for Taylour to not hear. “You’re right,” Mitch enthuses. “I am fun.” Giving Auston’s shoulder a playful smack, he finally earns a smile from his friend.

“I think Zeus is sleepy,” Taylour watches his eyes struggle to stay open. “Can he watch a movie with me on the couch?”

“Oh, he’s not –“

“Of course,” Mitch cuts off Steph, not letting her finish explaining that they don’t want Zeus on furniture until he is toilet trained. It’s not his rule, it’s hers, and if he had his way Zeus would spend every night in their bed instead of a crate.

Pulling Zeus out of Auston’s lap, Mitch waits until Taylour gets situated on the couch then places the sleepy pup beside him along with the two stuffed monkeys.

“You can say no to him.” Auston pushes off the floor and brushes some of the dog hair off his clothes.

“I’m his uncle. My job is to always be fun, give him lots of candy, not let him stick his finger in light sockets and never say no.” Mitch picks up the remote and begins to set up Toy Story 3, as requested by Taylour.

“I mean, there is probably something between never ending candy and light sockets.”

“Mitch look!” Taylour enthusiastically points to the TV when Buzz Lightyear makes his entrance, hoisting the train full of troll dolls over his head. “Buzz can fly!”

“Wow, that’s so cool,” Mitch falls into the space beside him.

Auston pretended to be engaged, but he had seen this movie when Taylour was sick, and again three weeks before that, and there was only so many times in two months he needed to watch the same movie. Mitch seemed more interested in the movie than Taylour. Constantly laughing and smiling, Auston didn’t know if he had never seen the movie and was captivated by it, or if he was just being Mitch.

Around the midway mark Taylour fell asleep with Zeus tucked safely beside him. Auston suggested turning it off, but Mitch refused. By this point Steph had made herself scarce since the time in the kitchen, for which Auston was thankful.

Like so many other people, she is worried. But there is no reason to be, his focus is on hockey and Taylour. He doesn’t have time to feed into anyone’s games or drama, nor does he have the energy to try and date someone. He has a few women in Toronto, and some in Scottsdale to fill his time, and that’s all he needs. Someone that gives him space when he is busy with hockey and Taylour but is also available a night or two.

Auston sent Tia about twenty minutes worth of snapchats to Tia of Taylour and Zeus, really of everything they did, every day. For the most part she was too busy to watch them right away, only finding time once back in her hotel room.

She was meeting vendors and other designers, attending seminars and discussions on both local and global trends. There were dinners that always rolled into late night drinks, and more samples than Tia knew what to do with. She was having an amazing time, and Brenda wasn’t terrible, which in itself was surprising.

The problem came when Tia was back at the hotel room. It was the same problem she had for the last couple weeks really. The bed was empty.

It was only a few nights where she was crammed between Auston and Taylour, but ever since then, she found herself staring at the empty space beside her. Her hand would instinctively reach out and instead of feeling Auston’s hard chest she’d be met with cold sheets, and the realization that she was alone would hit her. Before there was some relief knowing they were just a few kilometres away, on the other side of town, but now they are in different provinces with miles separating them, and she has never felt so alone.

Reaching for her phone, she let her thumb hover over his name, but what reason does she have to Facetime at 1am? Taylour long ago fell asleep. She needed something – someone – and instead of calling Auston, she scrolled through her contacts, almost to the very bottom.

She would have done it sooner, but along with her pride being bruised, she also felt embarrassed. Thomas has to understand Auston will forever be entwined in her life, she needs to recognize it’s not an easy situation for someone to be involved in. And maybe she overreacted.

They spent over twenty minutes just talking, having an actual conversation about everything that transpired. They both apologized and made plans to see each other in a few days, when Taylour was in Scottsdale spending some time with Auston’s family before the season starts. And while it was days away, Tia was excited to see him and repair their relationship.

August 22, 2019

Over the past eight days, Auston had almost 30 hours without Taylour, and as a result his apartment looks like a war zone. Apart from the door that still needs a second coat of paint, everything is everywhere. It’s like walking through a field of landmines, except the field is his living room, and landmines are Taylour’s toys, his shirts and various couch cushions.

Every time Auston is about to say it’s time to clean up, Taylour wants to do something else. And once Taylour pulls a frown to his lips, and makes his eyes go wide - full of desperation and hope – there is no way Auston can say no.

He always wondered why Tia didn’t date during the first two years of his life. At first Auston thought it was because she had unresolved feelings for him, but now that she has shot him down more times than he can count, he realizes it’s likely because she didn’t have the time.

He has managed three loads of laundry, the last one still sits in the dryer waiting to be folded. The pile of clothes needed to be washed keeps growing, Auston just shut the door at this point. It’s easier to pretend it doesn’t exist than feel anxious every time he walks by.

He had to cancel plans with Michelle, and actually gave some consideration to the ‘I’ll come over once he’s asleep’ offer but decided to just wait a few more days. Not that she made it easy, sending him snapchats every night with her fingers buried deep inside her heat, with the caption ‘wish this was you’ and fuck, so did he.

That’s why when Taylour came barreling in at 6:03 and threw himself on Auston’s bed, he felt relief knowing it’s only a few hours until Tia is back home. He loves Taylour unconditionally, but there isn’t much of an opportunity for sex with an almost three-year-old around, and right now he really needs it.

“I had a great night,” Thomas rolls on top of her. “Very happy you guys caught the red eye instead of waiting,” he whispers thickly against her skin. He uses his tongue to flick her nipple back and forth before swallowing it between his swollen lips.

“Same,” her back arches as his hefty cock runs up and down her entrance. She lets go of a faint whine when he pushes inside, shunting her up the bed.

When Celeste’s changed the flights from a 10am arrival time to 10pm the night before, Tia called Thomas. She knew Taylour would be sleeping and it would be easier to keep the exchange as they originally planned, and this would provide her and Thomas a chance to spend some time together before Tia had Taylour for the weekend.

Thomas was waiting outside her apartment, and they basically spent no time talking (they had done enough of that on the phone), and within minutes there was a trail of clothes leading to her bedroom.

Tia thought he would be quick and wouldn’t last long enough to get her there - it had been weeks since they slept together. But once his cock was buried deep inside, he took his time - listening to nothing other than her melodic moans filling the air. It was well over thirty minutes before he was spilling into the condom, but not until Tia finished had as well.

He woke up at 8:30 to the sun shining through the window and reflecting off her long chestnut hair. He knew he didn’t have much time left and started retracing all the tiny marks he left on her thighs and stomach, grinning when she moaned out through a sleepy hazy. By the time she had fully awakened he was ready to go, but unlike the previous night which was heavy and hungry – they were slow and lazy. They shared kisses the kind that made her dizzy, left her yearning for more. Their foreheads were fused together, and bodies molded to the touch of the other, moving in perfect harmony until they simultaneously erupted, and he collapsed on top of her.

“When is Taylour coming home?” Thomas leans on her counter wearing a pair of boxers that are painfully tight.

“About an hour.” Tia walks into the kitchen wearing only a silk robe tied loosely at her waist. A crescent of her breasts pops out, threatening to further expose her at any second.

Leaning down to kiss her, his hand slowly draws down her back. “I can do a lot with an hour.” Reaching for the bow he undoes the knot the knot he reveals her fully naked body, decorated with the stamps of his lips.

“Thomas,” she giggles when he starts to attack her neck. “We used the last condom this morning.”

“Did we?” he licks up her neck and sucks on her earlobe. “We could not use one, I’m dying to feel your tight little cunt wrapped around my cock.”

“I already have one kid,” she shudders at his words.

“Exactly, so you know the feeling of nothing separating us,” he growls. His hand moves to cup her naked breast and his thumb softly circles over her rapidly pebbling nipple. “Bet you’re dying to feel it again.”

“I know the feeling of pushing a tiny human out of an even smaller hole,” she playfully pushes him back. “Besides, you need to leave so I can get ready.”

Accepting defeat, Thomas kisses her cheek and walks around the apartment, collecting his clothes. Walking to her door after a knock, Tia adjusts the knot on her robe to recover herself and then pulls the door open to see Auston holding Taylour. He immediately jumps out of Auston’s grasp toward her.

“Taylour,” she gives him a big hug, “what are you doing here?”

“I miss you mommy!” he kisses her cheek.

“I missed you too.”

“Sorry,” Auston walks in and sets the backpack down beside her still full suitcase “I told him he was seeing you after lunch, he said now, I really couldn’t think of a reason –“

Before Tia could address the man in her bedroom he made his appearance, tightening the clasp on his watch completely oblivious to what is unfolding around him. With a smile on his face, he draws his eyes up to Tia but instead finds Auston’s burning gaze. Thomas instantly stops and a slight twitch forms in his cheek, where Auston is too stunned to even react.

“I um –“ Thomas trails off. Shaking his head to free himself from the fury of thoughts entering his brain, he steps closer and holds a handout to greet Auston. “I’m Thomas, you must be Taylour’s dad?”

Auston’s entire body stiffens hearing him say that. Not just the “Taylour’s dad’, but the way in which he said it. Condescending and smug. Shouldn’t the question be “you must be Auston?” Thomas’s statement almost implies, that this man Auston knows nothing about, has met his son.

Tension threatens to suffocate them all. Tia can’t acknowledge what is happening because it wasn’t supposed to happen, not now and especially not like this. She lets her eyes wander to the kitchen, in search of something to distract from the awkwardness, and lets them settle on the small clock that hangs on the wall, watching as the second hand slowly ticks by.

“Mommy, mommy, daddies’ friend has a puppy.”

When Thomas realizes Auston isn’t going to return the handshake, he pulls his hand back and wipes his palm against his jeans. “A puppy?” Tia turns to Taylour, trying to block out everything else happening around her.

“Mhm,” he nods, “his name is Zeus.”

“I’m gonna,” Thomas nods to the door. Tia barely manages to nod back, her fight or flight hasn’t kicked in yet, she almost can’t breathe.

“Mommy,” Taylour whines when she doesn’t respond.

“Hmm, sorry, what was that baby?” The lock catches but provides no relief to the situation, the air somehow feels thicker than before.

“I said I want to show you a picture of him,” he squirms in her arms, wanting to be let down.

“Oh…okay,” her words are barely over a whisper.

Setting him on the floor she watches him walk over to Auston and tug on his wrist. Auston is still in shock, processing everything, running through the million scenarios in his head. So caught up, he doesn’t even register Taylour’s tug on the wrist, and it’s not until a tiny hand is rummaging in his back pocket does he snap out of it. “Taylour?”

“I want to show mommy the puppy!” he rises onto his tippy toes to try and reach the bottom of his pocket in search of the device.

“Here.”

He puts his hand in the front pocket of his shorts and pulls out his phone. Pressing his thumb to the sensor, he opens up the gallery and passes it to Taylour. Scurrying away Taylour hands the phone to Tia who begins to scroll through the pictures and videos. Taylour climbs up on her lap and talks about every picture, he laughs and giggles when watching the video where Zeus licks his face repeatedly. Tia tries to act engaged, but could barely hear a sound, stuck between the dead silence and the heavy pounding of her heart against her chest.

“Look Mommy, Zeus has a monkey too,” Taylour giggles when they come to the picture of Taylour and Zeus sleeping side by side with their monkeys.

“Wow,” she whispers.

“Mhm, his name is Rubble,” Taylour continues to explain to no one, as both Tia and Auston are trapped.

He knew she upset was after speaking to Thomas in the hall, and then she ignored him for days. Auston assumed their relationship was over. But there he was, in Tia’s apartment. And it’s not that he’s jealous of Thomas. Auston had no reason to be, he has the freedom to do what he pleases, and he had been. Maybe there isn’t romantic dinners and lazy morning laughing in bed, but he doesn’t want that.

He isn’t envious of Thomas taking her on dates and climbing into bed, where they’d spend their time exchanging kisses among so many other things. He isn’t thinking about how the simple smile that once had been reserved exclusively for him, was now being seen by someone else. Or the fingers that fit perfectly between his, had found a new home.

He was thinking about Taylour.

Was she considering introducing him to Thomas? Has Taylour already met him, and Tia didn’t tell Auston? Is a month or two the time frame to introduce someone to your son?

“Mommy, can I have a snack?”

“Of course,” she smiles hollowly at him. “Yogurt?” he shakes his head. “Cheese?” he shakes his head again. “Strawberries?” He eagerly nods with a smile. “Strawberries it is.”

Setting Taylour on his feet she walks to the fridge and pulls them out. Turning on the tap she sets them underneath the stream of warm water to wash them and grabs the cutting board and a small knife. She cleans a few strawberries and cuts the stem off, then again into halves. Placing them in a bowl, she pulls out a cup and pours some juice in it, and walks back into the living room, setting it on the coffee table.

“Thank you, mommy!” Taylour shoves a piece in his mouth, still flipping through all the pictures Auston took of them.

Auston hasn’t moved. Everything feels like it is moving in slow motion, but somehow it also seems as though days have passed. There is a deafening ring flooding his ears and his feet are stuck in a vat of cement.

Though it was mostly to himself, Auston was the first to speak. And while his voice was singed with anger, it was mostly hurt that came through. “So, he’s spending the night here.”

His eyes draw over to her, to the robe that has slipped off her shoulder. He catches sight of her breast poking out under the silky fabric, and she swears his breath catches in his throat. He has seen her with absolutely nothing on, but this is the most exposed she has ever felt with him. Shimmying the robe back up, she reties it tighter to her frame, covering up as much skin as possible.

“Yeah. Look I’m really sorry about that. I wasn’t expecting you so early.”

“Taylour missed you,” his response is void of all emotion. “Have they met? Taylour and Thomas?”

“What?” Tia laughs at the absurdity. “I’ve haven’t even known him two months. I barely let you see him after that long, and you’re his dad, do you honestly think I’d let a stranger around him after that short a time?” Auston softens and feels his heart rate begin to settle. “Besides, it’s doesn’t really concern you who I date.”

His heart pounds angrily against his chest, pumping piping hot lead through his veins “Right,” Auston inhales deeply and clicks his tongue. Patience running thin, he says, “You’d think you’d want some transparency between us on this kind of stuff, it is a two-way street after all.”

Tia bites down hard, grappling with the weight behind his statement. She has always been careful and cautious about who she dated because they have the potential of being in Taylour’s life, but can the same be said about Auston? First was Claire, then Amy, and Betty, and who knows how he has been filling his time as of late.

“Fucking ridiculous don’t you think?” He tires to not roll his eyes - there is only so much anger he could hold back. Looking to the living room, he makes sure Taylour isn’t paying attention to them before continuing, “You and your double standard.”

“Auston -“

“Save it,” he snaps.

He knows this plea is only because she now sees how her life can be impacted. But it’s unfair that Tia thinks she can do whatever she wants but is only willing to let him in on major decisions when it will impact her. He shouldn’t have to remind her that they are equal parents that will both impact Taylour’s life.

At some point there will likely be a girlfriend he’ll want to bring around Taylour, he figured she would at the very least want to have the opportunity meet this woman before Taylour. Get to know the woman that would be in her son’s life, and if so, shouldn’t she be willing to provide the same opportunity to him?

“I have to go Tay,” Auston pulls his phone back from Taylour. “I’ll send these to mommy, kay?”

“Okay Daddy,” he reaches out to give Auston a big hug.

“Aust-“

“I have to go,” he hisses through gritted teeth, making no attempt to hide his fury.

Maybe if it wasn’t such an overwhelming shock to his system Auston might have stayed and talked this through how they will handle dating and Taylour. But her unwillingness to see his side until it affects her, infuriates him.

Storming out of her apartment and to the elevator, it’s his turn to leave her full of regret and despair. If he stays, he will only be annoyed and bitter, end up saying something that will shatter the progress they have made as of late. And the sooner he gets home the sooner he gets Michelle in his bed, and that’s all the motivation he needs.

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Carving Time

Pairing: Chris Evans x F!Reader

Word Count: 1164

Kippy's Spoopy Saturdays

Halloween, it was going to be your first holiday together. After meeting each other by complete accident in the park when an adorable dog accidently tripped you while chasing a tennis ball. Four weekend coffee hangouts later and Chris was asking you out to dinner. Dinner went so well that now you two have been together for nearly 2 months, despite his busy schedule.

When Chris called to invite you over this weekend you expected a quiet evening in watching Hocus Pocus together or maybe dinner with his brother. Yet when you arrived, letting yourself in with the key he gave you to care for Dodger while he was gone, the first thing you noticed was the smell of warm apple cider. Dodger ran to the door to greet you.

You kneeled down to pet the happy pup before taking off your coat and shoes, leaving your overnight bag near the stairs. Chris leaned out of the doorway to the kitchen with a smile. “Hey beautiful. Hope you brought your creative brain with you.” His comment brought a smile to your face as well as a small hint of confusion.

“Chris, I’m a blogger not an artist.” You walked into the kitchen where Chris had tucked back into. Chris was near the stove peeking into a large stock pot. “Are you making apple cider?” The grin was clear in your voice but Chris already had the image in his mind before he even glanced your way with a boyish grin. “Why yes it is. My mom sent me the recipe after a certain phone call you two had.”

You hid your small laugh behind your hand as you remembered the mentioned call. Lisa had called you on Monday to see if you would be around for Thanksgiving as she was trying to get a head start on planning. The call quickly morphed into the two of you talking about fall in general and eventually to how you prefer apple cider in the fall and hot cocoa in the winter.

“Your mom is so sweet.” Chris moved away from the stove to finally give you the greeting hug and kiss on the forehead that he always welcomed you with. “Oh, but that’s not all sweetheart.” He chuckled, lacing his fingers through yours, leading you into the dining room. The chairs were pushed back against the wall, the table was covered in a plastic tablecloth, and two pumpkins sat on either side of the table with two large bowls in the center along with an array of carving utensils.

“So this is what you meant by bringing my creative brain.” You laugh walking over to the table and looking at the two pumpkins before pointing to one of them. “I want this one.” You took claim of the chosen pumpkin giving it a loving pat as you looked over at your boyfriend who nodded his head. “That’s fine. I even pulled out an old t-shirt for you to wear.” With an incline of his head he jutted his chin in the direction of where an old worn out New England Patriots t-shirt was draped over the back of one of the chairs.

Grabbing the shirt you pass Chris on the way to the bathroom to change, leaving a peck on his cheek as you do. Chris brought his laptop into the room propping it up on the half wall between the dining room and kitchen. You returned to see him scrolling through a list of movies looking for something to play in the background. You lean over to look which just cued Chris to wrap his arm around your waist. “Any requests? I was hoping to save Hocus Pocus for after.” You hummed and pointed to another classic, Beetlejuice.

As the movie began in the background you both moved over to your pumpkins. Chris slides a marker over to you so you can plan your design before the carving starts. Chris was going for a classic jack o’lantern face while you did something a bit different. With the plan drawn on the pumpkin you both reached for the small carving knife that comes in the store bought carving kits. It quickly came to notice that the small carving knives provided would not be good enough and Chris went to retrieve a few kitchen knives.

“Chriiiiis,” you drug out his name and batted your eyes when he looked over to you. “Can you cut the whole in the top? I’m struggling.” He chuckled before grabbing the knife he used to cut the top of his pumpkin over before moving over to cut along the line drawn out. It was a bit tough to get the first cut done but he didn’t struggle nearly as much as you were.

With the tops off your pumpkins you both began to clear the guts and seeds out of the pumpkins. The guts going into a bowl for trash and the seeds going in another to be roasted later. In effort to get the sticky slime of the innards off your hand you accidentally flung some at Chris who dramatically gasped as the orange pulp hit his face. He looked over at you as you tried to smile apologetically but to him it came across as innocent.

Your loving boyfriend wasn’t buying the ‘innocent’ act and flicked his covered fingers at you. You squealed, raising an arm to try and shield your face from the attack. The wet pumpkin innards hit your arm and from there it was a mini war between you two. Laughing as the two of you playfully flung the pumpkin guts at each other. The commotion even caught the attention of a sleeping Dodger who came to bark at the two.

Chris wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close, putting an end to your little battle. You reach up to wipe his face clear as you giggle. He leans down pressing his lips to yours. The two of you pulled a part and went back to carving your pumpkins. When you finished carving you worked together to clean up before going to take showers. Chris let you use his since that was where your things were and he went to use the guest bath.

All cleaned and showered, the two of you returned downstairs. Dodger lifted his head to look at you both. Chris got two mugs of the finished apple cider and you made up some popcorn for your movie. As you waited for the popcorn Chris went to start a fire in the fireplace right under where the tv was displayed. You brought in the bowl of popcorn, settling into your spot on the couch. Chris joined you, pulling you into his side. Dodger upped up onto the couch next to you, his head laying in your lap.

The fire crackled softly, the warmth and glow complimenting the movie playing. Hocus Pocus played as the two of you enjoyed your October evening together.

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October 1, 2022 Newsletter

I cannot believe it is October

Sad that golfing in Northern Michigan is about done until next year. Happy I was able to do a fair amount of golfing the last couple of months. Mostly in Northern Michigan, but a couple of rounds in Virginia. This was a tough year for me and golf. Life did not cooperate with my desired golf schedule.

I mentioned in last months newsletter that I bought a new set of clubs and was struggling with them. I used that excuse a lot during our rounds at Treetops.

Golfed two rounds with my Virginia son when I was there a couple of weeks ago. I took my clubs with me to get some practice in on the new clubs. I think I am making progress with them, except with my irons which have always been a struggle. Loving my new 7 wood, so much so that I am thinking about getting a 9 wood. Thinking a bag full of woods with a chipper and putter is all I need. My son suggested that I get some hybrid irons since I suck so badly with my 7, 8 & 9 irons. Any opinions for a girl that cannot hit an iron to save her soul?

Treetops Resort

I talked about our August weekend at Treetops and playing the fun par 3 course Threetops. We also played an 18-hole course The Signature. When I was booking the weekend, we had the option of 4 courses to choose from. The Masterpiece, The Tradition, The Premier and The Signature. We chose The Signature because The Masterpiece and Premier may have been a bigger challenge than I would have enjoyed, especially with my new clubs. My husband was not a fan of The Tradition course, so we skipped that one.

Now, all of this said, in hindsight I think we may have been hasty. The Masterpiece is on the main property and looked like a great course, one I want to play. The Premier as well as all the other courses are on the North Property and all start from the same clubhouse. From what I could see the other 2 course there looked very nice and very playable for me. Threetops starts from here as well.

All the courses have rolling hills and elevation changes. When driving through northern Michigan and it is common to see this type of terrain. Robert Trent Jones, Sr was looking over the resort before designing the Masterpiece and he commented that “you can’t see anything but treetops.” The name stuck and if you have been to Treetops, you know it is a very accurate name/description.

The Signature at Treetops

The Signature is a par 70 course, there are 3 par 3s on the front nine and 2 on the back nine. There are 3 par 5s, 1 on the front and 2 on the back. We had an early afternoon tee time and was pleasantly surprised to see that we had open in front of us and back of us. We tend to play fast so we were hopeful that the wide open would hold up for all 18 holes. No such luck, by the 3rd hold we caught up with the rest of the golfers and play was a little slow going from there. At one point we let the guys behind us play through because they kept hitting up on us. Figured we were all waiting, it did not much matter which position I waited in and this way I was not dodging balls. 😊

Because of the location it is common to see wildlife wandering through the course. We were lucky to see a momma and her fawn on hole 4. It looked like she was wanting to leave her baby in the tall grass, but these pesky golfers were a threat. She was standing on my tee box; the fawn was on the other side of the fairway, and I just kept walking forward and talking to her. I told her her baby was safe, but I was teeing off and she needed to move. She stood her ground until I was almost in the tee box, then she took off leaving her baby behind, or so I thought. After teeing off I saw her not too far behind me in the trees keeping a very close eye on me and her baby. Deer are very common encounters on Northern Michigan courses, but it always gives me a thrill to see them, and this is the first time with a baby. We were also followed by a red hawk for a couple of holes, I wondered if one of our covers in the basket looked like dinner from her vantage point.

Spectacular views

I do not think there was one hole where I did not stare off in awe of the view. The course is so well maintained that even the tree lined fairways and greens are just phenomenal. Some of the elevations of the holes were crazy, similar to Threetops, but those just added to the view. Truly a beautiful course in every way.

The course had some struggles for me, and I had a couple of blow-up holes. Not sure if it was still adjusting to the new clubs or the course. Regardless of the challenge for me, I had a blast and had some holes that had me puffing out my chest and doing a little trash talking.

First Hole

The first hole starts at a higher elevation it is all downhill. 400+ yards elevated tee box for my husband and around 350 with slightly elevated tee box for me. We thought we had a good chance of getting a decent drive. He did fine, me, still getting used to my clubs. 😊

The green is a bowl and very forgiving. The fairway gets a little narrower as you approach the green, but not enough that it posed any issues for either of us.

This was a great hole to start our round with. Absolutely spectacular view of the countryside and a very playable hole.

Holes 2 and 3 each have their own specialness. 2 is a par 3 and has a bunker lined rolling fairway. Husband parred it, me, still getting used to my clubs. 😊 3 is wide open with elevated trees and a lot of sand traps, not horrible showing, starting to get comfortable with the clubs maybe?

Momma and her fawn

Hole 4 was where we encountered our momma deer. This is a par 3 and has a lot of foliage in front of most of the tee boxes. I was lucky, my tee box was off to the left on the side of the foliage. This is probably why our momma was there, the foliage provided good cover for her baby. I struggle with this because there was still a little foliage I needed to hit over, and the baby was somewhere up there, and I was petrified of hurting it. I lost a ball on this hole.

Holes 5 through 10

Holes 5- 10 were all very playable but with twists to them. Hole 5 looks like a par 5 but is not. The 6th hole is a par 5 and I was convinced they forgot to put the flag out. I could not see the green from my tee box. Hole 7 is a slight dog leg with a bumpy fairway, a fun hole for me.

The 3rd par 3 hole on the front nine is hole 8 and I should have easily got either a par or a bogey on. This hole blew up on me and the sand just grabbed my ball and would not let go. Hole 9 is a perfect hole for me, nice and straight. Plus, the view at the end was just wonderful. 10th hole is another nice and straight for me. A par 5, but the sand traps were easy to avoid. Three putting not so much.

I beat the damn ferns!

Hole 11 is a par 3 and has a fairly deep section of tall ferns that you have to hit over. If there is water, sand or foliage that needs to be driven over you can be assured I will be landing in the middle of it. Add in that the line over the ferns is very narrow and I was sweating it. I was finally starting to feel a little more comfortable with my clubs because I sailed that ball high and long. Ended up on the green and then decided to kill my drive and 3 putt. Did I mention I was still adjusting to new clubs? 😊

Holes 12 through 18

Like the rest of the course, these holes are unique with their own rolling elevations. On a few of them you would hit downhill on one stroke and uphill the next and then downhill again. Definitely kept us on our toes, but so much fun.

We took pictures of every hole with a few extras to show some from a different perspective than the blue tees. You can view them all by visiting our website.

Treetops Weekend

As mentioned in our last newsletter, we felt our weekend was very affordable for just under $700 for the 2 us and 2 rounds of golf each. I definitely want to return and stay longer and play the other 3 courses. I also want to play the Signature again. Plus, I want to try Threetops again now that I know what to expect and I am much more comfortable with the new clubs.

Check them out and book a trip, you will not be disappointed.

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