#that I went home for the weekend like I get it buddy we’re in the trenches out here. Godspeed

[tacit-semantics]

87 mikey saying that he needs to get a job followed immediately by everyone telling him he has no marketable skills runner up as most relatable moment of the show so far, right behind leo making one (1) mistake that did not have consequences and right away deciding that the only solution was Complete Self Exile

#keep your head up folks keep your head up. anyways that leo moment in particular Resonates he was onto. something alright not saying what #but definitely something. makes sense to me though like okay!!!! #emotionally dysregulated king!!!!!! just like me. etc. once I accidentally blocked some of my roommates food in the fridge and was so upset #that I went home for the weekend like I get it buddy we’re in the trenches out here. Godspeed #tmnt 1987 #tmnt #tacit rambles: tmnt

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Yes, I did make my own gif so you could have a visual of his back.

Massage

summary: Javier’s back is hurting, and you know just how to make your boyfriend feel better—a massage and orgasms.

rating: E (18+!! No y/n, Soft Javier Peña, unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), creampie, oral sex (m receiving), deepthroating, dirty talk, praise kink, massage, taking care of Javier, bath, man really thought he could still fuck with a bad back, banter, softness)

pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader

word count: 4.8k

a/n: Can be read as a standalone or part of the Learning to Live 'Verse. Hello there, I know I said I was taking a break, but over the weekend, I read about how orgasms help with pain, and my brain went off about helping Javier with his back, so, surprise! We’re taking care of Javi this time, and this is so self-indulgent. Thank you to the love of my life, @juletheghoul, for the beta.

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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There had been a plan made for how you and your boyfriend, Javier, would be spending your Friday night—dinner and a movie, the two of you wanting to see the new Tom Hanks film that took place during World War II. The acclaimed film critic Roger Ebert had given it four out of four stars and stated that it was a ‘powerful experience.’ You trusted Ebert’s reviews, given he also gave Star Wars four stars, and you couldn’t agree more when he said, “The movie's heart is in its endearingly human (and non-human) people.”

So, dinner and a movie, a lovely date night with the love of your life, Javier Peña.

The moment you’d gotten home from work, you decided to get some chores done, doing the small amount of dishes in the sink when you heard the sound of the front door being unlocked. There was rustling in the other room, you picturing Javi taking off his shoes and emptying his pockets into the large bowl on the entryway table.

“Cielito?” He called.

“Kitchen!”

Not even a minute later, arms were wrapping around your middle from behind, and a kiss was being pressed to your neck, making you smile.

A plate was held in one of your hands, a sponge in the other under soapy water. Turning your head to the side to glance at him over your shoulder, seeing him smiling.

“Hey, baby,” you said.

“Hey, Cielito,” he replied, leaning in and angling his head to kiss you on the lips. His mouth moved to trail along your jaw and neck, making you shiver from the tickle of his mustache.

“You excited for tonight?” You asked.

He hummed in the affirmative.

“Pop saw the movie last weekend with his buddies,” his words were muffled into your skin.

Javi’s dad, Chucho, was born and raised in Laredo. He had friends he’d grown up with and others he’d met, later on, forming a little group of older men who hung out together every Saturday night.

“Did he like it?” You asked.

He made you gasp when he sucked on your pulse point.

“Yeah,” he finally answered after giving one last sloppy kiss to your neck. You went back to finishing the dish in your hands, Javi resting his chin on your shoulder, hugging you a little tighter. “He said it was really good.”

“I can’t wait to watch,” you answered, leaning to put the cleaned plate onto the drying rack with the other dishes you’d done.

Draining the sink, you wrung out the sponge and set it in its spot on the sink's edge, and washed your hands, drying them on the towel hanging nearby.

Turning in Javi’s arms, you pressed your hands onto his cheeks, feeling the prickly stubble beneath your palms as you leaned in to properly kiss him, his arms pulling you closer to him, his mouth pressing against yours hard, not surprised when he deepened it, welcoming his tongue when he licked into your mouth.

This was the moment you daydreamed about at work—the next time he’d give you one of those swoon-worthy kisses that made your blood heat, heart pound, and all thoughts leave your brain because he took their place.

You chased his mouth when he broke the kiss, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest, moving his head to press his lips against your ear to whisper, “We’ve got time before we have to leave for dinner.” He grabbed your ass to punctuate his sentence.

Your fingers threaded through the soft strands of his hair.

“For a quickie?” You asked.

He moved back, bringing up his wrist to check his watch.

“Movie’s at 7:30, right?”

“Yeah.”

“We’ve got time for me to fuck you hard and get you off a couple of times before we get ready.”

The confidence in his tone had you clenching around nothing, arousal pooling in your belly.

“That sounds good,” you breathed, your heart thumping wildly in your chest.

The way this man could get you from zero to horny in less than two seconds would never fail to amaze you.

He met your eyes with a smile, kissing you quickly.

“Let me have some water—it was a hot fucking day, and I’ll be ready.”

You nodded, Javi moving to the cabinet to grab a glass and walking over to the fridge.

His grunt of pain when he bent to grab the cold filtered water in the Brita pitcher had your eyes widening, worry immediately swirling in your stomach.

“Javi?”

“Yeah?” His voice was strained, watching him stand with his face pinched while he filled his glass.

“You having back pain?”

He took a long drink from his cup, your eyes stuck on his throat working, him sighing when he finished and adding more water.

“It’s not that bad,” he said, glancing at you before putting the Brita back with another painful grunt.

“I think you’re a lying liar who lies,” you accused, crossing your arms over your chest.

He closed the refrigerator, his eyes looking at your breasts for a split second before meeting your gaze.

“I’ll just take some ibuprofen, and I’ll be fine,” he shrugged, taking another drink.

“Baby,” your eyebrow rose. “You’re in pain getting water, and you think you’ll be able to fuck me hard?”

“Won’t let my back get in the way of fucking you,” he smirked and made a show of bringing the glass up to his lips, angling his head so you had a very good view of his neck while he drank, knowing that it turned you on.

“You’re playing dirty,” you narrowed your eyes.

“No clue what you’re talking about,” he replied when he emptied the cup, pressing his body close to yours when he moved to put his dirtied glass into the sink.

The thing was, you knew he was in more pain than he was letting on.

It was his last week at the ranch, and he’d been working himself to the bone, passing out by 8 p.m. every night. He hadn’t said it out loud, but you could tell he felt guilty about not helping his dad out anymore, even though Chucho was more than supportive of Javi’s new job. All of the extra strenuous activity must have aggravated his back, and it had you frowning.

“Change of plans,” you said.

He stood up straight in front of you, his eyebrows furrowing.

“What?” He asked.

“We’re not going out.” His mouth started opening in protest, and you cut him off, holding up a hand. “I’m massaging your back. Then we’ll order pizza and watch movies here at home.”

“You don’t have to massage me…” He said slowly, lips turned down in a frown.

“I don’t have to, but I want to.” Your hands moved to cradle his cheeks again. “Javi, baby, let me take care of you,” you softly said. “If I can help you be in less pain, then I’m going to do whatever I can because I love you.”

His face softened at your words, watching his eyes go a little rounder, him swallowing hard.

“I love you, too,” he said, leaning in to kiss you tenderly.

“Okay, it’s decided. You’re getting massaged,” you said when you parted, grabbing his hand. “Let’s go.”

You led him to the bedroom.

“Dress down to your level of comfort,” you said with a wink as you let go of him to go grab a towel and some lotion from the bathroom, returning to find Javi stripping off his clothes until he was naked and getting onto the mattress with a groan.

You shook your head at the thought that this man honestly thought he’d be able to fuck, setting the towel and lotion on the bed beside him.

“Have you ever been massaged before?” You asked, pulling off your own clothes until you were in your underwear and bra, not wanting to wear your work attire while you did this.

He was lying face down on the bed, with his head on the pillow and arms folded beneath him, turning his face to look at you.

“A couple of times.”

“By a professional?”

“No,” he huffed.

“Well, I have good news,” you smiled. “I took some massage therapy classes for my degree, so I may not be a professional, but I know techniques.”

Crawling onto the mattress, your eyes moved along all of the golden skin on display in front of you, your mouth watering at the splay of muscles over his back, so defined and firm, evidence of the manual labor he’d been doing for almost two years.

“I know you’ll make me feel good, Cielito.”

He took you from your reverie, moving to straddle the backs of his thighs, the slightly plump flesh of his ass right there in front of you, and the temptation was too much, your hands grabbing onto the globes and kneading.

“That’s not my back,” Javi chuckled.

“Just warming up, babe. Can you put your arms down, so they're resting at your sides? It will help relax your back.”

He did as you asked and also rested his cheek against the pillow.

“You comfortable?” You asked.

“Yeah, baby.”

Grabbing the bottle of lotion, you pumped some onto his butt and lower back.

“I’m having deja vu,” you mused, staring at the white spatters on his skin. “Of that time, you came all over my ass.”

“Fuck, that was good,” Javi groaned.

He’d been a bit feral that day, coming in your mouth, your pussy, then painting your backside—one day, he’d get to do what he really wanted and fill all of your holes.

Pressing your hands low on his ass, you pushed them up towards his lower back in long, sweeping strokes over and over again, working the lotion into his skin.

“I swear I’m not feeling you up,” you said. “A tense ass causes lower back and hip pain—I’m warming up your muscles.”

“Sure, you are.” He sounded amused, and when you lifted your eyes, you saw his mouth tipped up in a smirk.

“I am.”

Making two fists, you focused on one cheek, pressing hard into the muscles and doing circular motions, feeling how tight his glutes were.

“This okay?”

“‘S good,” he murmured.

You glanced up, noting his eyes squeezed shut.

Moving to the other side, you did the same motion, knowing he was going to need more than just compression and switching to using your thumbs to work out trigger points.

“Fuck,” he said the word through clenched teeth when you hit a tender spot, not surprising you at all.

“Hate to break it to you, babe. You’ve got a tight ass,” you teased, working out said tightness. “Let me know if it’s too much.”

“‘S okay. Don’t stop.”

More fucks were said, along with endless groans, while you released the sensitive areas of muscle, and once they were loosened up, you moved back to the other side, going through the same actions, Javi continuing to make sounds but always telling you to continue when you checked in.

There was a reason you’d started with his cute butt, and it wasn’t just because you wanted to touch it—you knew it would be the least painful, predicting Javi’s gorgeous back would be a clusterfuck of tight muscles and strained tendons that were going to hurt like an absolute bitch to work out.

More lotion was applied to his back, and you pressed your thumbs to either side of his spine, starting at the base and drawing them up a little, Javi moaning as you repeated the motions. You could feel the knots in his lower back, applying steady pressure with your knuckles to work them out, hearing his breathing get harder while muttering fuck every few seconds.

“Are you doing okay, baby?” You asked.

“Yeah,” he gritted out. “Fucking hurts.”

“Do you want me to ease up?” You stopped your motions.

“No. Keep doing it.”

“Okay. If you need me to stop, just tell me.”

“‘Kay.”

His lower back was the worst; years of him doing god knows what had it littered with bumpy tense muscle fibers that took a lot of digging to smooth and ease the stress. His hands were clenched tight, face screwed up in pain against the pillow, but he wouldn’t let you stop, even though you knew it had to be a lot.

The moment you released the last knot, his body sunk further into the mattress, and he sighed happily, a smile curling on his lips.

“You’re doing so good for me,” you said, now working your way up his spine. “Gonna have you feeling fantastic, baby.”

He hummed in agreement.

Getting to his upper back, you used the heels of your hands to warm up his muscles, pressing into them over and over again before focusing on his trouble areas. It wasn’t surprising his shoulder blades were tender, rolling your thumbs over the pebbled bunched-up muscles, Javi gasping in pain while you worked them out until the tension was gone.

Working your way back up his spine, Javi was moaning loudly, all of the discomfort now replaced with pleasure, and it had your body going hot.

He practically purred when you got to his neck, using your hands to push up to the base of his skull, and getting your fingers into the hair at the back of his head to work out the tense muscles.

With all the tension in his back gone, he was like putty under you, all lax and pliant and so quiet you thought he might have fallen asleep.

“You alive, babe?” You asked.

You thought he tried to respond, but whatever he was trying to say came out as a slurred mumble, and it made you smile to yourself, feeling good that you made him feel better.

“I’m going to take that as a yes,” you said.

Javi deserved to be pampered like this and have all of his aches taken away, and you were more than happy to do it for him.

The corded muscles of his shoulders were rigid, your eyes taking in the freckles dotting his beautiful skin while your fingers worked to compress and knead his flesh, Javi making the sexiest noises as you got the tightness to disappear.

His sounds were affecting you; hearing his deep, shuddering moans had your panties feeling damp, and your lip tugged between your teeth while you ignored the ache between your legs. Your main purpose was taking care of him and making him feel good. You could worry about yourself later.

As a treat, you leaned over his body and pushed your fingers into his hair, applying light pressure with your fingertips to massage his scalp, Javi moaning loudly beneath you.

“Fuck, ‘s good,” his words came out thick.

“Yeah, babe?”

You lightly scratched with your fingernails, and he shuddered.

“Can you flip over for me?” You asked, moving off of him, cleaning the lotion off your hands with the towel.

The man was so relaxed, it took him a second to move, but finally, he did as you asked, your eyes immediately locking on the line of his hard cock, laying against his belly, seeing the tip flushed and leaking. You licked your lips, your gaze moving up to his face, and you smiled, pretty sure this was the closest you’d ever get to seeing Javier look high—eyelids at half-mast, a lazy smile, and a flush all over his body—it was adorable.

Rubbing at his thigh, you pushed his legs open, Javi watching while you moved to kneel in the open space, your hands roaming up and down his hamstrings.

“Thought you were just massaging my back,” his speech was a little slurred, and it made you giggle. “You’re doing my legs, too?”

“Actually, it’s time I administer your oral painkiller,” you smirked.

His eyebrows dipped together, frowning slightly.

“Ibuprofen?”

“Nope,” you smirked. “Something better.”

Shuffling back a little, you bent forward to your hands and knees, your forearm resting over his hip and belly to hold yourself up, while your other hand gripped the base of his cock, Javi moaning at the touch, feeling him twitch in your palm. He felt like warm velvet, stroking him languidly, his hips stuttering to chase your movements.

“Stay still, babe,” you said, kissing his hip and seeing his hands clench the blanket under him.

“You don’t,” he swallowed hard. “You don’t have to—”

“Oh, I want to,” you cut him off, licking a long stripe up his shaft and swirling your tongue around the tip. The choked-out noise he made when you took him into your mouth shot straight to your cunt, starting to bob your head.

“Fuck,” he gasped. “So good to me.”

Humming around him, your hand pumped what couldn’t fit in your mouth, your eyes locked on him, seeing the furrowed expression on his face, eyelids shut, and jaw hanging open. It was one of your favorite looks on him, being able to see how good he felt.

Trailing wet, open-mouth kisses down his length, you teasingly licked at his sack, a low, drawn-out groan coming from Javi when you pulled a ball into your mouth, then the other, the muscles in his stomach tensing.

“Cielito,” it came out all breathy, hearing him audibly gulp. “Fuck, I love you, baby—take such good care of me.”

You licked back up to the top to take him fully into your mouth again, his cock hot against your tongue, loving the weight of him as you worked him further and further, inch by inch, with every bob of your head to get him as deep as possible. You knew at some point he’d need to touch you, his big hand finally landing on the back of your head when he nudged at the back of your throat, hearing him gasp when you swallowed around him to take him deeper.

Javier loved when you let him fill the tight space of your throat—the noises he made were simply obscene and made you throb.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “You love my dick in your throat—fucking love choking on it. So good to me, my good fucking girl.” He was rambling, which meant he was close.

Your nose was buried into the coarse hairs at his base, tears streaming down your cheeks, spit coating your chin. You breathed through your nose, gurgling around him, feeling his cock twitch.

“Cielito, baby,” his tone was rough, lifting his head, and looking at you with lust-blown eyes, seeing his chest heaving. “Will you get on top of me? Please. Please, baby,” he begged, swallowing hard. “Need to feel you—need to feel you come. Wanna come inside you. Need to come inside you. Please.” The last word was said in a slight whine, and you were so turned on, you didn’t need to be asked twice, quickly pulling off of him, a string of spit and precum connecting you to his cock.

Wiping at the wetness on your chin with the back of your hand, you quickly got your underwear off, shuffling forward to straddle his hips. You rubbed your wet pussy over his hardness as you leaned forward, holding yourself up with an arm beside his head to look him in the eyes.

“Don’t move, okay?” You said. “I’m gonna do all of the work.”

“Okay,” he rasped, his eyes glazed over in lust. “Can I touch you?”

“You can touch me,” you smiled, closing the distance to kiss him hard, Javi moaning into it, his hands landing on your hips to help you rock against his length.

Sitting back up, you rose on your knees, bracing with a hand on his chest while the other positioned him at your entrance, Javi’s eyes squeezing shut when you started sinking down on him.

Javier had a big dick.

This was a fact.

He was thick, long, curved just right—an absolute miracle his tight-ass jeans could even contain him. An issue with Javi having a big dick was you required preparation to comfortably take him, which is why there was usually foreplay; opening you up with his thick fingers, or talented mouth, sometimes a combination of the two to make sure you were ready for him.

Here, you were wet and very turned on, his cock slick with your saliva, but as you sunk down on him, you could feel just how fucking big he was, his thickness stretching you to your limits like he was splitting you open. It was a little uncomfortable; however, that was outweighed by the way you could feel every ridge and vein pressing against spots that had your eyes fluttering closed and mouth falling open, moaning as he filled you inch by glorious inch until you were so full, it had you sweating, and aching in the best way.

His fingers dug into the skin at your waist.

“Squeezing my dick, baby,” Javi sounded pained like it was taking everything in him not to blow his load right that second, and it made you clench. “So fucking tight. Fuck, you feel good—taking me so well. My good girl, my good fucking girl. Ride me, baby. Make yourself feel good—make yourself come. Let me feel it.”

His words made you wetter, the ache between your legs turning to pleasure, and you started moving, knowing he wouldn’t last long, and focusing on what would get you off quickest.

Rising up on your knees until just his tip was nestled inside you, you slammed back down, the air pushing from your lungs from the sudden fullness. You started moving up and down, rising and falling in quick succession as you rode him hard. Your hands were planted on his chest, soft sounds falling from your lips, hearing Javi below you making noises that had your pussy throbbing, caught up in his low rumbling groans and gasping moans, clearly losing his mind at how good you felt on top of him.

The burn began to build in your core, his cock spearing into you over and over again, working yourself up, feeling the sweat beading on your skin as you panted breaths. Javi’s hand moved to the apex of your thighs, circling his thumb against your clit while you bounced on him.

“Come on, baby,” Javi groaned. “Come for me. Choke my dick.”

His other hand pulled down the cup of your bra to squeeze your bare breast before rolling your pebbled nipple between his fingers. A jolt of pleasure shot to your core, igniting you from the inside out, the coil winding tight in your belly while his cock pushed in and out of you, pressing against all the right spots, pushing you closer and closer.

Your body felt like a livewire, so close to combusting, he pressed his thumb a little harder, his fingers pinching your stiff bud, and that was it—the coil snapped, coming with a moan of his name, body clenching up, euphoria coursing through your veins. Javi followed with a ragged groan, feeling the wet pulse as he filled you, his come dripping out and around his cock.

The exertion got the best of you, falling forward and holding yourself up with arms beside his head, your lips finding one another as you kissed languidly, sharing hard breaths while you came down from your highs.

He held you to him, his big hands roaming along your back, feeling him undo your bra one-handed while the other grabbed your ass.

You smiled into the kiss before pulling up to look at him, his face relaxed and eyes closed, his mouth pulled up in a soft smile.

“How are you feeling?” You asked, kissing the tip of his nose.

He blinked open his eyes, his smile getting bigger.

“Fucking amazing.”

“Back still aching?”

“No,” he shook his head.

“Good,” you pecked his mouth. “I’m not done.”

“Yeah? What else are you gonna do to me?”

“Can you walk?”

He snorted.

“Yes, Cielito,” he leaned up to kiss you.

“Come with me.”

Minutes later, the two of you found yourselves in the steaming bathtub, Javi sitting in front of you with his head resting against your shoulder, letting him soak in the Epsom salt-infused water.

Your hands were rubbing over his arms and torso, moving from his chest down to the hair below his belly button, loving how soft he was under your palms.

“I love you,” he whispered, turning his head to kiss your cheek.

You moved to press your lips to his, Javi sinking further into you.

“I love you, too,” you murmured into his mouth, feeling him smiling.

He pulled back to look at you lovingly, his eyes so soft it made your chest go tight, knowing that this was the look he saved just for you—the one where you could see so clearly in those chocolate pools how much he loved you, practically able to see that four-letter word shining brightly in his thoughts. It made you feel all warm and gooey, so soft you thought there was a chance you’d melt right into the water.

“This is nice,” he said.

Your hand came up to thread your fingers into his hair.

“And you looked at me funny when I told you to sit in front of me.”

“It’s usually the other way around,” he frowned, his thumb smoothing circles on your knee.

“Yes,” you nodded. “But tonight is about you,” you ended the sentence with a press of your lips to his.

“Thank you,” he said, breaking the kiss.

“No reason to thank me—we take care of each other, and baby, you’ve been working so hard. You needed tonight. Tomorrow we can stay in bed all day, and you can relax.”

“All day in bed?” He smirked.

You snorted, your fingers absentmindedly making patterns on his scalp.

“Yeah, baby. All day. No, strenuous fucking, though.”

“Mmm, lazy fucking?” He smiled.

“Lazy fucking,” you agreed.

His eyes darkened, heartbeat speeding up as you readied yourself for what he was about to say.

“Keeping you full of me all day?”

“Fuck,” you gasped, arousal burning in your belly at the thought. “God, yeah.”

His lips met your chin before moving up to kiss you tenderly, losing yourselves for a moment.

When you separated, you asked, “Can you lean forward for me?”

He sat up, the water sloshing as he moved to create space between your bodies.

His back really was gorgeous; taking a moment just to admire it, your eyes mapping the freckles, sliding your hands over his soft skin to feel the muscles beneath. He was so broad, and even if he wasn’t some chiseled beefcake, you could see his strength, knew he was stronger than he looked, and that was something you loved about him—the little pieces of himself he didn’t advertise unless you knew him.

“Have I told you how horny your back makes me?” You asked.

“You’ve mentioned it,” he chuckled.

You kissed up his spine, feeling him shiver.

“God, you’re handsome.”

“I think you’re good-looking, too.”

“Yeah?”

You aimlessly rubbed his shoulders.

“Yeah. Most beautiful woman on the entire fucking planet.”

The truth was evident in his tone, but your brain always had trouble believing when he said things like that, your hands stalling in their motions.

“You’re thinking too hard, baby,” he interrupted your thoughts, looking over his shoulder. “I’m being serious—the whole fucking world, and you’re the only woman I want.”

Your heart was pounding, feeling heat creep up your neck.

“I’m not too sure about that,” you said, seeing him frown. “I’ve got some steep competition if that Farrah Fawcett poster you keep at your dad’s house is anything to go by.”

It was her in a red bathing suit, and you loved teasing him about it.

“You’re never gonna let me live it down,” he groaned. “I was a horny teenager.”

“With excellent taste in women,” you smiled, leaning forward to kiss his shoulder.

“Still have excellent taste—dating my dream girl.”

“Oh, stop it,” you playfully swatted his back. “You’re gonna make me suck your dick again.”

“Not before I eat your pretty little pussy,” he rasped.

You gulped, feeling hot, and it had nothing to do with the bath,

“Tonight is all you,” you said. “You can have me any way you’d like when we get out of the bath.” He looked at you hungrily, and you smiled. “Now, stop seducing me. I’m trying to take care of you.”

Javi chuckled, facing forward, his big hands trailing over your legs on either side of him.

He was in heaven when you washed his hair, taking your time to really massage and scratch at his scalp. He welcomed your touch when you cleaned his body, the man becoming a puddle beneath your hands, and once he was all clean, the two of you lounged in the warm water, as you had at the beginning, making easy conversation and laughing until your stomachs growled and it was time to order dinner.

Javier Peña always took care of you without you having to ask, and you did the same for him.

He wasn’t used to having someone there for him after so many years of doing things alone, but now he had you by his side to take care of him, cherish him, and love him.

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[pantiesandpamperssissypart2]

Johnny Henderson, Mr. Henderson to his 6th-period History class, told the 20 seniors to settle down and open their books. Suddenly Kristie Johnson raised her hand.

“Yeah, Kristie.”

“So, yeah, Mr. Henderson, I know we’re talking more about World War II today, but just cut to the chase: The U.S. PREVAILS in the war, right?”

What? Johnny was confused. Well, first, duh. Yeah, they won. But why did she say the word prevails really loud? And why was she smirking like that?

“Um ,yes, Kristie. The U.S. and its allies prevailed. They won.”

“Okay, thanks. And um, what was the big conference, Potsdam or something, where all, like, the presidents and rulers ATTEND before the war’s end?”

What? Again Johnny was confused. What the hell was happening and why had she now said the word ATTEND really loud? Attend. Prevail. Her grinning face. The smirking face of her friends Laura and Kelly sitting next to her. All of them looking like they shared a secret and all of them...staring at his crotch? Was that his imagination?

Attend. Prevail. Wait. No. No. He put that thought out his head, ignored the question and plowed ahead with the lesson.

About 10 minutes in Kristie again raised her hand. Again smiling. Again her friends smirking.

“So, really, when you get down to it, doesn’t the U.S.’s use of the nuclear bomb, the perspective on whether that was good or bad, it all DEPENDS on what country you call home, right?”

Depends. Attend. Prevail. He didn’t say anything. No one in the class, except Kristie and her gaggle of giggle buddies, seemed to pick up on anything.

But how could this have happened? He always scopes out pharmacies before he indulges in his adult diaper shopping and perversions. He was sure there was no one else around when he drove half hour out of town over the weekend to a small pharmacy and quizzed the middle-aged worker about the best adult diapers and admitted -- or made up in his case -- that he needed them for wetting and messing accidents he had started having. He admitted, or, again, made up, the doctor was so concerned he was pooping himself that he needed diapers immediately. Thick, overnight diapers. She went over the options of briefs, the Attends, the Depends, the Prevails. The sizes. The absorbency. The best ones for bowel incontinence. He eventually walked out with three packages, one of each. He’d jerked off in one of them, messy of course, later that night.

And somehow...Kristie and the gang had been there?

He finished up the class. They all waved as they left.

A few minutes later a video appeared in his email. It appeared to have been shot by someone just holding their arm out over an aisle to hide themselves but still capture the happenings. Him buying Attends. Prevail. Depends. Talking about pooping himself. Needing diapers.

“Hey teach. Didn’t look like you had your Attends on today. Don’t tell us you wear diapers for fun? You better be wearing them tomorrow or we’re showing everyone and telling everyone what a freak you are. Poopy pants Diaperboy.”

Fuck.

[borisdl]

Short story part 5

Joey hopped out of the Jeep, obviously excited. There was no hiding his excitement, between his soaked poop filled diaper and raging hard-on, his gray sweatpants looked like he was hiding a basketball in them.

Hesitantly, I climbed out of the Jeep too. My diaper was so full of poop and after riding down the bumpy road, I was afraid I might of had a blowout in my sweatpants.

As we walked toward the ranger, standing at the door of the station I could feel myself peeing uncontrollably. My diaper was completely full. Brown poopy urine was streaming down the inside of my thighs.

I started to cry.

My uncle looked at my sweatpants and then saw my tears. He rushed over to me and hugged me saying, “you’re okay, you’re okay, let’s get you into a clean diaper kiddo.

When I walked inside the ranger said, “hey buddy, it’s going to be okay, just take off sweatpants and lie down on my desk. He’d laid out thick blanket on his desk.

Soon I had my boots and sweatpants off and was climbing onto the desk in my filthy diaper and t-shirt. My uncle had stripped down to only his sagging diaper and the ranger stood there in his wet and dirty Y-front Jockeys.

I unfastened the tapes and let my diaper fall open. I heard the ranger say Jesus at the site of my hard cock pulsing in the air. A moment later he was sucking my dick while my uncle masturbated inside his diaper.

A few moments later I came in the ranger’s mouth.

Then, my uncle let his diaper drop to floor and bent the ranger over me on the desk. Without even removing the man’s shit filled wet underwear, he stretched one of the leg holes to one side and rammed his huge dick right into the ranger’s shit covered ass. It didn’t take either one of them long to cum.

I was in heaven.

I went to shower first while those kissed and fondled their dirty cocks. The smell was powerful but not sickening.

Instead it smelled manly.

When I was done they handed me a clean towel, a pair of gym shorts and a fresh white disposable diaper. As I changed I watched them climb into the shower together. Both of the their asses were covered in poop and somehow it all seemed perfectly natural.

After they’d showered, the ranger put on clean uniform and my uncle sat there wearing only a fresh diaper like mine waiting for our clothes to finish washing and drying.

Meanwhile, we chatted with the ranger, whose name was Kevin about his job. He was new to the area, had transferred from a state park out west.

He said we were the first guys he’d met here in diapers.

My uncle said, “come by the house next weekend, we’re have a barbecue.” Then he said, “make sure you wear a diaper, everyone will be wearing one.”

It was the first I heard of it.

On the way home I asked my uncle who was coming. To my surprise he said my uncle Tommy and his twin boys Mike and Danny were coming. I had such a crush on both of them, suddenly it made sense why they could never have sleepovers, they were bedwetters too.

I couldn’t wait for next week.

To be continued…

[q-gorgeous]

Oops

fanfiction

ao3

word count: 1408

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Dash was walking through the hallways of the high school. He forgot one of his textbooks in his last class and he had to run and get it before it got lost and misplaced before he could get back to it on Monday.

Everyone else had already left the school for today and the hallways were quiet. Dash was hoping that his teacher would still be inside the classroom so Dash could get his book back, but there weren’t even that many teachers left inside the school either. He supposed he could ask Lancer for help getting his textbook back. That man seemed like he lived at the school nowadays, but Dash didn’t really want to talk to Lancer. 

He finally saw the door to his classroom coming up down the hallway. The sooner he got his book back, the sooner he’d be able to go home and enjoy his weekend. 

He reached the door and was praying, hoping, pleading that it was unlocked. When the door handle didn’t budge, Dash groaned. So much for that. 

Dash was about to turn around when he saw something weird. Something looked like it was coming through the door? Dash was about to bolt when whatever it was pushed the rest of the way through the door. Dash’s eyes widened and he couldn’t do anything but stare. 

Danny Fenton’s head was phased through the door that was between them.

“What the hell?” Dash whispered.

Danny just looked at him for a moment. “Oops.”

Dash took a step back. “What the fuck? How are you doing that, Fenton?”

“It’s just… uh, some ectoplasmic contamination. Yeah. That sounds like a good excuse.”

“We all have some minor ectoplasmic contamination by now!” Dash shouted. “Most of us can’t do that, though!” 

Danny shrugged and walked the rest of the way through the door. “I don’t know what to tell you, Dash. I just have more than the average person, living with my parents and all.”

“But-” Dash watched as Danny started walking away before he remembered what he came here for. “Wait!” 

Danny turned back around. “Yeah?”

Dash pointed back at the door Danny had just walked through. “Can you go get my textbook for me? I left it in there when I left that class earlier and I need to get it back. My dad said I can’t lose another textbook.”

Danny groaned. “I guess. You just can’t tell anyone about this.”

Dash watched him walk through the door again. A few moments passed before Danny walked back out. 

“Is this it?” He asked. 

“Yeah, thanks!” Dash took the book and started shoving it into his backpack. He looked back up at Danny as he zipped it back up. “Why can’t I tell anyone about this though if it’s just regular ecto-contamination?”

Danny started walking away again. “Because I said so.”

Dash rolled his eyes and hurried to keep up with Danny. “That’s the lamest reason ever. We’re not five anymore.”

“It’s none of your business why you can’t tell anyone.” Danny snapped. 

Dash’s anger was starting to rise with Danny’s attitude. “Oh yeah? What are you gonna do if I tell someone? You’re a wimp. You can’t do anything.”

“Wanna bet?”

Dash’s heart stopped when he saw Danny’s eyes flash green. Then they went back to normal a moment later as Danny turned to walk away from Dash again. 

“What the fuck!” Dash started walking again. “You know that only raises more questions, right? You’re not doing yourself any favors, Fenton.” 

“Why don’t you just leave me alone, Dash?” Danny sped up. “You’re acting all buddy buddy with me like you deserve to know all my secrets but you don’t even know the half of it. So just leave me-”

Danny was interrupted by a big crash coming from down the hallway. They both shielded their faces and when they looked up Dash saw a giant ghost standing where the front doors of the school used to be. 

“Get down!” Danny jumped at Dash and sent them both crashing to the ground right as the ghost sent an ectoblast at them.

“Shit!” All Dash wanted was his textbook. 

Another ectoblast was being sent their way and Danny managed to roll them both out of the way across the floor. Danny was tiny, how was he able to move Dash so easily? 

Danny stood up and pulled Dash up behind him. Dash watched as puny Danny Fenton took a defensive stance between him and the ghost. 

“What are you going to do against this thing?!” Dash yelled at him. 

“You better keep my secrets to yourself or you’re definitely going to get your ass kicked!”

“What does that have to do with-”

Dash stopped talking when a bright ring of light appeared around Danny’s waist. It separated and traveled along his body and disappeared once it passed his head and feet. Once his regular clothes disappeared, left behind was Phantom’s black and white jumpsuit. Danny was now engulfed by an otherworldly glow and all Dash could do was stare. 

Danny jumped up into the air and flew towards the ghost. He punched it in the face, sending it back out into the grass in front of the school. Dash ran to keep up with them, still pulled by his desire to watch Phantom’s ghost fights whenever possible. How had Danny been Phantom this whole time? Danny wasn’t dead. Or at least, Dash was pretty sure he wasn’t dead.

If he was dead, how did he die? Was it his parents? Did he get in some kind of accident on the way home from school? Dash’s eyes opened wide. 

Was it his fault?

Did Danny somehow get stuck in his locker for three days with no food and water? Did Dash beat him too hard one time that Danny bled out internally? What if-

“Dash!” 

Dash’s head snapped back up to the air at the sound of Danny calling his name. 

The ghost was speeding towards Dash and all he could do was stare. Then Danny was suddenly barreling into him again, pushing him out of the way of the ghost. Danny wrapped an arm around Dash and pulled the thermos off of his belt. 

He caught the ghost by surprise and pulled it into the thermos. Danny slowly lowered Dash to the grass and Dash turned to face him.

“I’m so sorry!” He wailed.

Danny furrowed his brows at him. “For what? The ghost wasn’t your fault.”

“No! Not that!” Dash wiped his nose. “I’m the one who must’ve killed you!”

“What?” Danny shouted. He looked confused. Maybe he didn’t remember what happened. 

“You must’ve died in your locker, right? Or from one of those times I beat you so hard you couldn’t walk right? I didn’t mean to! I’m so sorry!” 

Danny patted him on the shoulder awkwardly. “I appreciate the sentiment, but you’re not the reason I died.”

Dash sniffled. “I’m not?”

“No.” Danny looked away from him. “It’s not something I really like to talk about a lot. But if it helps, I’m not actually dead. Or not fully at least.”

“How does that even work?” Dash asked. 

Danny shrugged. “I don’t know. And you can’t tell anyone else either because they’ll also want to know.”

“Like who?”

“The GIW. They’re always kidnapping all sorts of ghosts to do experiments on them. I can’t imagine what they’d do to a half human half ghost hybrid.” Danny shuddered. “And then there’s also my parents. They’re always talking about how they want to tear me apart molecule by molecule. I’d like for that to not happen.”

Dash’s eyes bulged out of his head. “Oh my god. Your parents.”

“That’s how my sister felt too.”

Dash groaned and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. “I’m still sorry, though. I’ve been bullying my hero this whole time.”

“You should be sorry whether or not I’m your hero. Bullying people isn’t cool.”

Dash winced. “Yeah.”

Danny looked around them before he stepped behind a tree. Those same transformation rings appeared around his waist again and he was back in his tshirt and jeans. 

“Anyways, I gotta get home. I’m technically grounded right now and my parents were expecting me to be home twenty minutes ago.”

Dash waved him away as he started walking towards his own house. “Have fun with that. I’m gonna go think about every wrong thing I’ve ever done.”

#gorgi writes #danny phantom #phic phight 2023 #dash baxter #danny fenton #fanfiction

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

@ahopelessromanticwritersworld requested: "I would like to humbly request number 19 from the kids prompt with Mickey and Reuben in the Werwolf au!"

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prompt: one is forced to take of a child and handles it much better than expected. when their significant other finds them, they're absorbed in a game with the child

au: werewolf

word count: 1125

warnings: domestic fluff, pregnancy mention, mickey and reuben being so in love

✎……masterlist on pinned

✎……sorry this took me so long, my darling <3

There was a knock at the door and Mickey jumped up from the couch to answer it. Reuben just chuckled at his mate, knowing how excited he had been for the past several weeks for this day.

Flinging open the door, he revealed his Alpha and Luna standing on the other side. Jake holding their one-and-a-half-year-old son on his hip, and Ronnie sporting a large baby bump.

“Hey, Noah, my little buddy!” Mickey greeted as he held out his hands for the tot.

And Noah went easily, little grin on his face showing off his dimples when he was finally in Mickey’s grasp. Noah was a cuddly kid. He would let anyone hold him if his parents allowed it. But if it was a member of the pack it was a whole nother story. Sometimes Jake and Ronnie wondered if he preferred the pack over his own parents.

Mickey moved away from the doorway, tickling Noah’s side to make his shoulders bunch up.

“Hey, guys, come on in,” Reuben said as he got up from the couch. 

“Oh, we’re actually here,” Ronnie joked, stepping through the threshold with a hand rubbing soothingly into her belly. “For a second there I thought we were invisible.” 

Mickey looked away from the baby with a guilty smile. “Sorry. You’re just not as cute.” 

“Hilarious,” Jake scoffed lightly with a smile, knowing it was true and setting down the stuffed full diaper bag at his feet.

Reuben came to stand beside his mate, hands in his jean pockets. “How’re you feelin’, Luna?”

“Very pregnant,” Ronnie replied on a sigh, “Ready to relax for a minute before pup gets here.” 

“Pup!” Noah echoed with a grin, finger pointed at Ronnie. 

“Yeah? Is your little brother in there?” Mickey asked, stepping closer so Noah could put his little hand on his mama’s belly. “Got any big plans for the babymoon?”

Ronnie shook her head as Jake came to stand behind her. Strong arms wrapping around her middle, chin hooking over her shoulder as he kissed lightly at her neck. Reuben smiled as he watched them. Listening to his Luna explain that they were just going to stay home, let Jake do the nesting he’s been itching to do for weeks now but couldn’t because of Noah. They were made to be parents, it seemed. Took to it like ducks on water.

Then Reuben glanced at his mate, who was bouncing Noah on his hip. And behind the excitement and joy, he could see a bit of longing there too. A bit of sadness, maybe. He could feel it. Deep in his chest, where his connection to Mickey laid. 

After a bit more small talk and catching up, Jake decided it was time to go with a nod towards the door and a grunt that made Ronnie affectionately roll her eyes. 

“Everything you need is gonna be in here.” She kicked the diaper bag lightly. “Diapers, wipes, extra clothes. Make sure you put the breast milk in the fridge. I know you have toys here but I packed a few of his favorites just in case. And seriously, don’t hesitate to call if you need anything, okay?”

“Okay, okay — now get outta here you two! Enjoy your last weekend as parents of one!” Mickey shooed them towards the door.

But he let them both get one last kiss and hug from their son. Then they were gone. Mickey and Reuben followed them out onto the porch, let Noah watch as they climbed back into their Subaru and drive away. His little hand opening and closing in a wave as they went.

It was a beautiful May afternoon, the sun shining bright in the clear blue sky, so Mickey and Reuben decided to play with Noah outside for a bit before he went down for his nap. It was mostly a lot of running around. Noah shrieking happily at the top of  his little lungs and laughing whenever one of them would catch him. But he seemed to be having fun and wearing himself out. 

But eventually he lost interesting in that game. Opting instead to look through their flower garden, which he knew not to pick from. Reuben and Mickey sat down in the grass not too far off with a huff. Mickey’s shoulder leaned into his mate’s side.

“God, he’s so fucking cute,” Reuben sighed as he watched him reach up for a flower, then retract his hand with a look like he was scolding himself. 

“I know,” Mickey agreed with a grin. “Who would’ve thought our Alpha could make such cute pups.” 

“I think it’s mostly Ronnie,” Reuben joked, and Mickey barked out a laugh with his head thrown back. Reuben kissed his cheek. “Gonna go get the little guy some water. Want anything?” 

“No, I’m good. Thank you though.” Mickey looked up at him with a smile. 

And he really couldn’t help it, Reuben ducked down and pressed a sweet kiss to his grinning lips. Then he got up and headed inside. 

The unit controlled air inside was refreshing to Reuben’s burning skin as he came in through the backdoor of their cabin. After digging through the diaper bag, pulling out the three pairs of pajamas and what felt like ten outfits that Ronnie had packed, he finally found Noah’s water cup to fill at the sink. It was nearing three, and the little guy needed to go down for a nap before dinner. At the very least, a few hours to rest. Maybe they could throw on Bluey — the only thing Jake and Ronnie would allow him to watch when he was over at someone else’s house. Any other time, they were pretty strict about no screens. 

As Reuben filled the sippy-cup, he could hear Mickey talking through the open window above the sink. Looking out, he smiled at the sight before him. 

They were playing some game. Noah pointing and babbling at his mate before he would turn away and do a lap around one of their garden plots. Little arms swinging at his sides and head tilting this way and that. Reuben laughed at the sight, wondering where he got that from. 

When Noah made it back to Mickey still sitting with his legs stretched out in the grass, he started babbling complete nonsense and pointing at him again. 

“You son of a bitch,” Mickey said like he had just been convinced of something before hopping to his feet. “I’m in.” 

Then Noah wrapped one hand around Mickey’s finger and started leading him around the garden. Reuben turned off the water with a smile.

When the weekend is over, maybe it was time to start talking about starting their own family.

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[nyotasaimiri]

Arc Two 115

Marcy wasn’t quite ready for what she saw when Gizzie finally took off their Occasus rags. She had expected someone who radiated ignorance and malice, or a wretched little villain. But were bigger than she expected under the ill-fitting robe, with broad shoulders and loose skin folds left by lost fat and muscle, and tangled curls that they looked so nervous about letting Marcy comb, but they let her do it anyway.

“You look like you were into sports,” Marcy said, desperate for a little small-talk to fill the silence. “You have a good build for that. But I guess that’s been harder to do, since…” She trailed off as Gizzie sat in silence, biting her lip to keep from cursing herself out loud. Stupid, stupid, trying to make friends with Occasus. Even if she had agreed…  

“I liked rock climbing,” Gizzie said quietly, turning their hands so they could see their creased, tough palms. “I would go out early in the morning with a few buddies, every weekend. We liked catching the sunrise together.”

Marcy saw old, strong calluses on their hands. The nails were immaculate. One finger was a little crooked from being broken a long time ago.

They both went silent again, leaving Oldarva’s sewing machine as the only sound in the room. Marcy finished carefully working through one patch of knots and started on the next. They clearly hadn’t brushed in a long time, but thankfully it wasn’t matted yet.

“You have really pretty hair.” Marcy couldn’t quite resist running her fingers through a tuft. It was thin and soft like her mother’s hair, but fair auburn instead of raven black, and as curly as hers and her dad’s.

“Thanks.” They relaxed, just a little bit.

Gizzie reminded Marcy of Nyota, back when they first met, so timid and fragile under the outer shell. The thought tasted sour in her throat. Marcy swallowed the sourness and focused on not letting it roughen her hands. They didn’t deserve to have their curls yanked right now.

“Hey, um…” Gizzie stopped when Marcy stopped combing their hair, but started again, speaking quickly so the words couldn’t sneak away again. “This city, where we’re going, is—” They glanced at her. “Is the sky blue?”

“The sky?” Marcy realized she hadn’t really thought about it too hard before. She’d been avoiding that, honestly. It hurt to think too hard about things that were like but not like home.

“Yeah.” Gizzie reached up to fidget with a newly-detangled curl. They were smiling. It didn’t look like a familiar expression, but it wasn’t a bad one. “I liked watching the sky.”

“It is blue, I think.” She had to think hard to be sure. “It isn’t as deep as Earth’s sky, but we get some of the most spectacular sunsets. They aren’t quite like Earth’s, but you get all the fire colors, mostly gold, and sometimes green.”

“Green!” Gizzie’s eyes went wide. “You’re joking?”

“No, really.” Marcy looked them in the eye and they were too surprised to look away. “I’m not sure what it is in the atmosphere that makes it green. I couldn’t translate the Hylotl word for it very well. But the sun sets green. And we get the most beautiful purples at dawn.”

Gizzie went really quiet, not just with their words but with their whole body. “You mean that? I mean, you don’t really have anything to gain with lying to me… Probably.” They shook their head. “Sorry, I’m just really surprised.”

“Why is that?” Marcy asked. She heard a little whisper of movement and managed to get the comb clear of Gizzie’s head before the startle jerked her arm. “Gah! Hi, Oldarva. Geez, you move almost as quiet as Nyota does.”

Oldarva smiled proudly. “Thank you. She gave me a few pointers. Here, Gizzie, you can try this on.”

“Thanks.” Gizzie gave Oldarva a shy smile that wanted to be scared, but couldn’t manage in the face of Oldarva’s kind eyes. They took the hoodie from her and slipped it on. It fit perfectly, the soft blue fabric they had chosen going surprisingly well with their pale coppery hair.

“Very good.” Oldarva helped them get it off and stuck a few safety pins in on the front. “I’ll just get the pockets added.”

Gizzie nodded, still smiling. They waited until the gentle apex started working at her sewing machine before looking back at Marcy again. “Thanks. I mean… You didn’t have to take me in, or tell me anything. It’s not like you owe me anything.”

Marcy gave them a funny look. That didn’t sound like the Occasus she’d met. “Not going to tell me I owe it to you since we’re both humans?”

That got a bitter, bitter laugh. “Yeah, no. If anything…” Gizzie glanced at Oldarva—no, at their hoodie. At the blue. “I think I owe you something? If this place is like you said, I owe you. I really didn’t expect anywhere else to be as beautiful as Earth, because it isn’t Earth.”

Marcy thought about this and nodded slowly. “It isn’t like Earth, but I think it’s good in its own way.”

Gizzie smiled again, looking down at their hands. “I think I’m not scared to see it.”  

#arc two

[otterwdc]

Mr. Stephens, or JJ, lived a couple streets over from us when I was growing up. He was single; Dad (he’s actually my stepdad) said JJ divorced a long time ago and the two of them hung out a lot. They worked together at the plant and seemed to really get along, with lots of horseplay and dirty jokes and banter. He was around so much I even started calling him Uncle JJ.

By the time I got to be a high school senior, Mr. Stephens insisted I drop the “Uncle” and just call him JJ. I was glad to oblige, and the three of us – Dad, JJ, and me – started going to ball games and working around the yard and doing stuff together on weekends, calling ourselves the Three Suburban Musketeers. We had a lot of fun. I liked hanging out with them and didn’t much mind the fact that I didn’t have friends like them my own age at school.

When I turned 18, Dad and JJ made a big deal about my birthday and took me out for burgers at the local dive bar. Amidst all the good-natured ribbing about my being an adult now, they managed to share a couple of beers with me on the sly when Woody, the bartender, wasn’t looking and I got a good buzz on. On the way home, JJ insisted we stop at the liquor store and get some bourbon – “We gotta put some hair on your chest, boy!” – and I found myself wondering if it would work. Yep, I was pretty buzzed.

Mom was asleep in front of the TV when we got back to the house so we decided to hang out at JJ’s for a while. I went to take a quick piss while JJ and Dad chatted quietly in the kitchen. By the time I got back Dad had a look on his face that I hadn’t seen before and said that he had decided to stay put. “Go hang out with JJ,” Dad said. “He’s got my permission to introduce you to the wonders of bourbon now that you’re all grown up!” he added with a wink. There was an awkward hug at the door – something Dad didn’t do very often – and we took off.

It took several minutes to walk over to JJ’s, but as soon as we got there he opened the bourbon, put on some music, and we sat around the den in the basement getting trashed and shooting the shit. Since Dad wasn’t around, I thought it was cool that JJ knew it was OK to ask about more personal stuff, stuff that I never felt comfortable talking to Dad about. I did likewise with JJ. The beer and the bourbon had loosened both our tongues and our conversation covered a lot of ground – including chest hair, and my lack thereof!

After a while the talk tapered off and JJ said he needed to get ready for bed. I started to get up and head home, but he told me to sit tight instead. “You’re a little too drunk to walk home on your own,” he said, “and I’m too drunk to drive you over. Let me go take a quick shower and clear my head out a bit and then I’ll take you home.”

I had nodded off on the sofa when he came back down maybe 15 minutes later. He walked into the den wearing gym shorts and an untied plaid flannel bathrobe, and it occurred to my thoroughly buzzed brain that JJ was going to have to put something else on if he was going to drive me home. I also noticed JJ’s pretty substantial cock banging around – and JJ noticed me notice it. Busted. It was clear something other than driving me home was on JJ’s mind. My cock started getting stirred up and all at once it occurred to me what was going on. And what Dad’s weird hug had been about.

JJ sat down on the arm of the lounge chair right by the sofa and his clean but still musky smell filled the room. “Listen,” JJ said. “Your Dad and I have known each other a long time, we’re good buddies, and we talk a lot – and more and more about you these days. We noticed a while back that you didn’t seem much interested in dating, and that you were pretty much a loner. Am I right?”

My mouth went dry and cakey. All I could do was nod.

“Your Dad and I have a pretty special friendship. He knows I’m gay, and he wanted me to talk to you privately, just one-on-one, and see if you were holding anything back that you wanted to talk about.”

I started to object, but words wouldn’t come. It seemed all I could do was stare at his hairy chest and sputter, “But, but…”

JJ continued. “Look, when I was your age I was fucking girls and catting around all the time. But there came a point when I had to face the fact that it wasn’t working for me and that I wanted something different. Something my wife just couldn’t give me. You know what I’m talking about?”

I just nodded.

JJ slowly stood up, opened his robe a little further, hooked his fingers in the waistband of his gym shorts, pushed them down and stepped out of them. He stood there for a minute with just the robe on, with a very hard, very big cock front and center. He never took his eyes off me and didn’t move a muscle. He was giving me permission to stare at his cock and his body, so I took it. Then I looked up and met his gaze. And melted a little.

My own very hard cock tenting my chinos gave me away before I could say anything. JJ quietly sat next to me on the sofa, wrapped his arms around me, and told me everything was going to be OK. And that I was safe with him. As it turned out I couldn’t have dreamed of a better first time out.

JJ was gentle and affectionate at first, giving me a chance to lean into what was going to happen and take things at my own pace. After kissing for what seemed like forever – starting  softly but fairly quickly turning into something much more aggressive -- JJ had me stand in front of him while he slowly stripped me naked. He moaned a little when he saw my hard cock (“Damn, boy, you’ve been hiding this all this time?”) which he then proceeded to work over with his tongue and his goatee, deep throating me time and again until I spewed my first load with another man – and JJ swallowed it all. Watching this man nurse on my cock and balls was knee-buckling.

Over the next couple of hours JJ taught me how to suck a big cock like his and swallow come, and he introduced me to the pleasures of having my ass eaten and chowing down on his own fine furry hole. I had no idea the area between your balls and asshole had a name all its own, much less the toe-curling erotic energy it held.

Seems I was a natural at all of it. As the night wore on, JJ lavished attention on my chest (turns out he likes smooth men!) and I learned that there was a four-lane highway between my nipples and my cock. I didn’t think my cock could get any harder, but I soon learned that the harder he worked on my nips the harder my cock seemed to get.

I found that I liked fucking JJ as much as I liked getting fucked by him. Watching this big, butch hairy man ride my cock, begging for more of it and swearing like a sailor, blew my mind. When JJ folded me over the back of the sofa to eat and then ride my ass with that fat, long cock of his, I thought I was going to pass out from the pure joy and release. Once again he started off gently, but then I pleaded with him to fuck me as hard as he wanted. He didn’t disappoint.

We stopped a couple times to regroup and relax and catch our breaths and have another bourbon or two, but before long we'd be back at it again. It was all pretty overwhelming, but throughout JJ made sure that I felt OK and was into whatever we did. He also made sure that my first night as a gay man was a truly memorable hours-long sexual wallow. What a coach he was.

Over breakfast the next morning – after a wonderful half hour of 69ing in bed while the sun came up -- I felt sort of shy around him and a little sheepish about everything we had done. JJ reassured me that it was all good, and told me that I was welcome to come back anytime, or that I could decide it was a one-and-done learning experience and move on – no harm, no foul -- but that nothing would change with the Three Suburban Musketeers. I blushed when he said it was one of the greatest nights of sex he had ever had.

He also said it was my choice whether I told Dad or not, but he winked when he said that and grinned a little. It suddenly struck me that maybe Dad and JJ had been going at it all these years. I decided then and there I wanted to watch them do it. I knew they’d enjoy having me as an audience and I knew I’d enjoy seeing JJ and Dad going at each other. Seems the Three Suburban Musketeers had a whole lot of new things to do together!

[yourimagines]

Reader thinking Nate doesn't want to be with her anymore cause she gained weight

Does he?

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Swearing, angst, self hatred, fluff

Y/N POV

I was shocked as I saw my weight on the scale. ‘Unbelievable, I’m only gaining weight.’ I stepped off the scale and stepped under the shower, trying to relax. ‘Yeah, Nate already knows, he’s not stupid.’ I shook my head as the dark thoughts concord my brain. ‘It’s going to be fine, it’s not that much…right?’

Nate was home this weekend so I planned a small trip for us. The kids are super excited to spend some time with their dad. “Mommy, does daddy know we are going out this weekend.” Junior asked as I entered the room. “Yes, mommy told daddy already, he can’t wait to be home tonight.” Junior smiled and went back to his Lego’s. “Mommy you look great…” he says as I walked away to the kitchen. “Thank you!” “Your welcome.” Junior was just like Nate, same features, same way of talking, just a mini him. I sighed and started to make dinner. ‘See everything is okay, kids are usually brutally honest.’

The front door opens and junior sprints way from the kitchen table. “Daddy!” Nate smiles and picks him up. “Hey buddy, how’s going?” “Good, we’re just eating.” “It smells good in here.” He enters the room. “Hi mama’s.” Nate placed a kiss on my head. “Hi, please sit down I get you sum.” He shook his head. “No it’s okay, I’m not hungry, thank you tho..” he placed junior back down in his seat. “You on the other hand, you need to eat your vegetables.” Junior pouted but obeyed. “I’m going upstairs for a shower, be right back.” I nodded and he disappeared. ‘He’s not hungry after his training, since when?’

Nate avoided me the whole night, making me wondering why. ‘He sees it, I’ve gained weight over the couple of years…’ “Nate, wanna watch something together?” He shook his head. “No, I’m fine.” Junior stood up and walked over to me. “Mommy I can watch together with you.” I smiled and picked him up. “You want to watch something together?” He nodded. “Okay let’s watch something then.” Junior smiles as I walked to Nate and I’s bedroom. “Let’s watch the minions!” I laughed and put the minions on. “I love you mommy.” “I love you too buddy.” He grabbed the blanket and snuggled against me.

Junior was sleeping as the movie was still on. Nate showed up and chuckles. “Shall I bring him to his own bed?” I shook my head. “No, he can stay for the night.” Nate nods and throws his hoodie off, showing his athletic body. ‘I wish I hadn’t so much trouble with my weight…’ Nate turns off the big lights and crawls in bed, next to junior. “For how long are you watching this on your own?” “Almost the whole movie.” Nate laughs and looks at the tv. Then It became silent between us, I was scared that he didn’t want me anymore, his behaviour today was his answer to that. “how was training?” I said while watching the tv, afraid to look into his eyes. “Good, how was your day with junior?” “Also good.” “You sure?” I slowly turned my head, looking at him. He looked concerned. “You don’t act like it, so what’s up.” I swallowed and looked away from him. “Do you still love me, like do you still want to be with me?” “Why are you talking bullshit, why wouldn’t I be with you?” I shrugged my shoulders, he grabbed my chin. “Look at me.” I looked up and saw a lot of emotions in his eyes, anger, sadness, confusion….love. “Why do you think I don’t want to be with you?” My lip started to tremble. “Because I gained weight…” I whispered afraid to say it out loud. He mumbles something under his breath. “I’m sorry, I… I try but… I’m sorry Nate.” I struggled to explain myself why I gained weight but Nate shook his head. “Stop, please stop.” I stopped talking and fear creeped in. ‘Here we go, ready to lose everything.’

“Listen to me.” His both hands cupping my face. “I’m not leaving you because you gained a little bit of weight.” He looked at me right in my eyes, looking directly at my soul. “You carried our son, so of course your body changed after that, don’t talk that shit about me not wanting you anymore, I always want you… I even want an other kid with you.” He looked angry, angry at me thinking he doesn’t want me anymore. “I’m sorry…” my voice trembled as a few tears fell. His thumbs immediately wiped away the tears that fell down my cheeks. “No…baby don’t apologise.” The anger left his eyes but it changed to sadness. “I’m sorry that I made you feel like that, I know I’m not the best husband and not the best father for him but I love you guys, I try every fucking day to make you both happy.” I grabbed his face and leaned carefully closer. “Nate you’re the best person I ever met. You do make us happy..” we both leaned closer to give each other a kiss. “Hey! I’m getting crushed.” Junior pushed Nate away. We both laughed. “Watch out, I was here first.” Nate held his hands up in defeat. “I’m sorry, I was only trying to kiss your mother.” Junior shook his head. “I’m watching a movie.” We all looked back at the tv as the credit scene started. “Not anymore buddy, let’s get you back to your own room.” Nate stood up as junior whined. “No I want to stay.” “No buddy not today, come on.” Junior huffed and walked with Nate away.

Nate joins me again and opens his nightstand. “You want as well?” He took a joint and lay back. “No not today.” “Okay.” He lits it up and took a drag from it. “I fucking love you.” I softly giggled. “I really do, you’re so beautiful..” his other hand grabbed mine, placing a kiss on the back on my hand. “You’re not fat or whatever you think you are, in my eyes you are my girl, who’s been by my side since the beginning, my girl who became my wife, who became the mother of our son.” Nate never talk like this before about his feelings, it was normally a shorter answer, like love ya. “Nate stop, you making me emotional..” he chuckles and took another hit from his joint. “I’m just saying you’re the one for me, even tho I don’t really deserve it.” I shook my head and rolled over to him, laying my head on his chest. “You know that’s crap right, you do deserve this, hell Nate you deserve even more.” “Okay we are both insane in the brain.” I laughed at the reference he just made. “Insane in the membrane.” I said back, he chuckles as he hands pulling me closer to him, placing a kiss on my temple. “I love ya.” “I love you.”

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[animejeice]

Link to chapter 2: https://www.tumblr.com/animejeice/714165720035016704/chapter-2-recovery

Chapter 3: School is in session

As Sarah and James arrive to the school. She takes a moment to let him take in the size of the buildings. Even smaller buildings to James were are large as skyscrapers, and this is where he was going to go everyday, except for the weekends.

“Well, are you ready for your first day of school?” - Sarah

James was hesitant. This would be the first time he’s been around giants by himself. He was nervous due to what happened in the city but he also knew he wasn’t given much of a choice. He held his head into Sarah’s chest to try and convince her to take him home, but it didn’t work.

“I know it’s scary buddy, but you need to go to school, I’ve told the principal about your experiences and she’s made arrangements to make sure you’re safe and comfortable here, it’ll be alright” - Sarah

James didn’t budge on his choice at all. He was scared as he’s never been to a new school. He had therapy and assistance with his mental state but he could never bring himself to be all alone again, until he heard a voice behind him.

“You don’t have to worry about being alone, we go here too so you have a couple of familiar faces to be here for you” - Alex

James turns his head around to see Alex and Lillie again. When he saw them, his nervousness went away a bit as he knew he could trust Alex to help him, and he knew Lillie would stay by his side which brought him some peace too.

“See you already have friends who go here, you’ll be alright. Alex is it alright if you can take James to his class? I’m running a bit late to work and I need to leave now.” - Sarah

“Yeah I don’t mind, I have to drop Lillie off anyways so they’ll be in the same grade section, who’s his teacher?” - Alex

“It’s Mr. Bearston if I’m not mistaken” - Sarah

“Mr. Bearston is my teacher, we’re going to be classmates James!” - Lillie

Hearing the conversation at first made James nervous, but he grew more and more comfortable as it progressed, and to hear he was in the same class as Lillie made all his fears go away as he would be able to be with someone he knew and trusted.

“We’ll that’s very nice, James I have to go, so I promise to see you after school, I love you” - Sarah

Sarah gives James a kiss on his head before gently handing him to Alex who puts him in his shirt pocket with Lillie. They wave goodbye to sarah as she waves back at the 3 of them and drives off. James is still somewhat nervous but is comforted by Lillie being his classmate.

“Okay, you two, you ready to start heading to class?” - Alex

“I am, are you James?” - Lillie

James looks at Lillie and Alex for a moment before nodding his head in agreement.

“Okay then, let’s go” - Alex

Alex walks into the school ready to take them to class.

*Later during Lunch Recess*

Lillie and James are sitting under a very large tree. Lillie is drawing some pictures where James is reading a book he picked out with Sarah. James had started to enjoy reading in his past time to help calm him down and make him feel better.

“Do you like that story?” - Lillie

James nods his head affirmatively. It was a book his mother used to read to him, so when he reads it, it helps him feel like she’s still with him.

“That’s nice, I have to go use the restroom real quick, if I’m not back when the bell rings, head over to that door and wait so we can head back to class” - Lillie

James nods once again before Lillie heads off. A few minutes later, the bell rings and since Lillie hasn’t return he decides to head back on his own. On the way there a couple of giants who came out the same door notice him and James gets scared knowing what’s about to happen.

“Look at what we got here, a little baby all alone.” - Bully 1

“Yeah look at him, so small he can do anything but stand there and cry” - Bully 2

James knew he needed to run but couldn’t, it reminded him too much of what happened back at the city. He couldn’t move and froze in place.

“Aww look, he really is too scared to move, come here little guy” - Bully 1

Right before the bully grabs him, James drops his book and tries to run but the size difference made it impossible to escape, he was caught not too long after running.

“And what do we have here, what’s this little book? Is it yours? It would be a shame if someone were to rip i-“ - Bully 2

The other bully grabbed his book after he dropped it, he tried to reach for it but he was too small, too far away, he couldn’t reach it. He was about to cry not wanting to lose that book because of what it meant to him. Then right before he was about to rip it. Someone grabbed the second bully’s hand.

“Drop the book, now, before things get real ugly” - AJ

When they realized someone came to stop them. They turned their attention to the kid who was trying to stop them.

“Hey why don’t you mind you busi-“ -Bully 1

“I suggest you two listen before it’s too late” - Theo

A second giant came to help which made James confused. Why were they helping him? What did they have to gain? Would he be indebted to them? And for how long? What would they do to him the others weren’t going to? All those questions and more were rushing in his mind until he looks over and saw Alex grab the hand that was holding him.

“I’m going to make myself clear once, and only once, this one here is my friend, and I personally see him as a brother, and if you know me, you’ll remember that I’ve sent a kid to the hospital cuz he messed with my sister, so unless to 2 of you want the same or worse fate, you let the boy go, you give him back his book, and you walk AWAY and never bother him AGAIN. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?” -Alex

The bullies recognize Alex and realize he’s not messing around, the first bully drops James into Alex’s free hand, and the second one gives Theo the book. They’re both let go and walk away without a word.

“That went smoothly. You okay James? You aren’t hurt are you?” - Alex

James could only bring himself to cry. He was so scared in the moment but was safe now thanks to Alex. When Alex brought his finger closer to James to see if he was hurt, James rushed and grabbed it, hugging it to thank him.

“… you’re welcome James, you don’t have to be scared anymore, I’ll keep you safe, I promise.” -Alex

As soon as James calmed down, he looked to see where his book was, then Theo came close holding the book at the tip of his fingers to let him grab it.

“Here, I think you’re looking for this” - Theo

James as first hesitant, but remembered he also stepped in to help save him, so he goes to him and grabs the book before bowing for a second, as if to say “thank you”

“You’re welcome little buddy” - Theo

“James, these are my friends, AJ and Theo, guys, this is James” - Alex

“Nice to meet you James” - Theo

“Same, very nice to meet ya” - AJ

AJ and Theo hold out a finger each to shake James’s hand. James feels comfortable enough that he shakes them to say hello.

“Anywho, I better get this one back to class, his Recess was over five minutes ago and they’re probably worried about him” - Alex

“Yeah, take care James” - Theo

“If you ever need any help, you can ask any of us for help, we just want to make sure you’re okay” - AJ

James is happy to know he doesn’t have to be scared of all the giants he meets, and is more open to the idea of befriending some more giants. Alex proceeds to put James in his pocket and take him back to class. Once back at the classroom, Alex lets James go to head back to the human classroom.

“Hey James, my friends are your friends, they’re protective of Lillie and you, don’t ever be afraid to approach them” - Alex

James nods to let him know he understands and is comfortable around them. James heads back into class and Alex leaves to head back with his friends.

*At the end of the School Day*

Lillie and James stand at door of the class waiting for Alex to come and pick them up to take them outside. 5 minutes later they see him come by. He holds out his hand and picks them both up and places them in his pocket. Afterwards he heads towards the exit. Once outside, he sees Sarah waiting for James. She notices Alex and walks over seeing James in his pocket.

“Aww don’t you looks cute riding in Alex’s pocket. Did you have fun sweety?” - Sarah

James nods his head with a big smile on his face, not even remembering what had happened during recess.

“There was an incident at recess where a couple kids tried to pick on him, but I told them off before they could hurt him at all” - Alex

“Oh my god, is that true?” - Sarah

“When i was heading back to class, i didn’t see him and got worried, i happened to see Alex walking by and told him and asked to find him” - Lillie

“Yeah, next thing i knew i saw a couple brats trying to scare him so me and a few friends stepped in and told them to never mess with him again” - Alex

“Thank you so much for looking out for him today Alex, i’ll talk with the principal about them but I feel better knowing you were looking out for him.” - Sarah

“It’s nothing, I see James as a brother, even if he doesn’t feel the same, so I’ll always look out for him” - Alex

James and Sarah felt happy about today. Sarah grabs James gently out of Alex’s pocket and puts him on her shoulder, they all wave goodbye as they part ways. Sarah gets in her car and puts James in a secure seat before driving off.

“So it seems like today was hectic for you, i just want to know, do you see James and Lillie as your siblings too?” - Sarah

“… Yes” - James

“Hmmm, maybe I should schedule a play date for the 3 of you, would you like that?” - Sarah

“Yes please” - James

“Okay, I’ll ask if you can come over and play with them someday” - Sarah

“Thank you” - James

“You’re welcome” - Sarah

*End of Chapter 3*

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[jerzwriter]

AAAAHHH. @catchinglikekerosene thank you for this ask. As you can see, I got FAR too extra and had FAR too much fun! But what better way to start off the long (but NOT-celebratory) weekend in the good ol-USA. Thank you for the much-needed fun distraction!

Book: Open Heart (Post Series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x MC (Casey) Rating: Mature (M) Warnings: Check out the title. Words: 1532 Summary: Casey and Ethan are enjoying a quiet evening at home, excited about having some time off together. When Casey came across this blank bingo card on a friend's social media post, she knew what they were going to do. (You know Ethan is going to be thrilled, right? lol) A/N: This takes place 6 months after they're married, about a year after they're official, and about 4 years since they met. It wasn't going to be a full-blown fic, but here we are lol Their bingo card answers can be found below in the text.

@choicesjuly2022challenge - Day 30 - Hot Tub

CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS.

It was a very special and rare evening in the Ramsey household. Eight-thirty on a Friday night, Ethan and Casey were both home, settled in, and ready to enjoy a three-day weekend together. Casey stopped at the liquor store on the way home and splurged on an expensive bottle of wine to celebrate. When her husband told her he would figure out a way for them to get this time together, she swore it was impossible, but here they were.

They decided to make it a mini staycation. They'd enjoy their home, where they didn't get to spend nearly enough time, and maybe play tourists in Boston. It would be so nice to take in some local sites and restaurants, but that was for tomorrow. Tonight, Ethan prepared a meal that would rival any gourmet chef. Their only definitive plans were the aforementioned bottle of wine, soothing music, and, after some time to unwind before a nice soak in the tub together. And they both knew where that would likely lead.

Ethan was overjoyed with the start of their mini-escape. Reclined comfortably in his favorite chair, he had the latest edition of the New England Journal of Medicine in his hand. He replaced his wine with a snifter of brandy he reserved for special occasions. And what could be more special than this? Three days and four nights of unadulterated bliss with his beautiful wife? Then, if the gods hadn’t smiled upon him enough already, he won the music coin toss! So instead of enduring Taylor Swift, the sounds of Mozart's String Quartet No. 14 wafted through the condo. It was near perfection.

But it seemed all good things must come to an end. Irritation coursed through him when his phone began to chime. Instinctively, he went to answer but was proud of himself when he refrained. He promised Casey no phones this evening, and both Harper and Tobias reminded him the world continued without him; they had it under control. So imagine his shock when Casey burst into the room, demanding he answer.

"What? Why?" he protested, tossing the paper to his lap. "Is it an emergency? Tobias screwed something up, didn't he?"

Casey looked up from her phone, confused, then a crooked smile appeared on her lips.

"No, silly! But God, now I wish I would have made something up to tease you. But the call’s not work. It’s me. Check your phone. I sent you something!"

"Oh," he opened his messages and looked at his phone in bewilderment, then… “You are joking, right?”

“Nope! Not at all.”

“Casey. You are aware that we’re middle-aged adults….”

“Hey! You’re middle-aged, buddy. Slow your roll. That’s what I get for marrying an old man,” she winked.

Ethan removed his glasses with an exaggerated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“This is what I get for marrying an adolescent.”

“Hey!” Casey complained as she threw herself in his lap.  “I am not an adolescent.”

“No,’ he grinned wickedly, “and I am not an old man. But what on earth has led you to believe I have any desire or inclination to spend my night filling out a sex bingo card?”  

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, “it’ll be fun.”

Ethan eyed it suspiciously. “Are we supposed to answer as a couple or individually?”

“Both! I want to know just how depraved you were… or weren’t… before I came into your life.”

“And why would we want to know about past exploits.”

“Because, believe it or not, neither of us came to each other as virgins. I know, “ she gasped in mock horror, “You’re shocked!”

She snuggled closer to him, then stood up to sit on the couch. 

“Come on, this is for fun. Stop being such a grump and play along. Besides, maybe we’ll get all worked up, which would be to our mutual benefit.”

“Hmm, all you have to do is breathe for me to get all worked up… but fine.  Let’s do this.”

“Awww! You’re so sweet!”

“Naveen counseled me. Happy wife, happy life.”

“But Naveen isn’t married?”

“Exactly, he never mastered it. So it all falls on me.”

“Oh, boy…” Casey sighed.  “OK. Just mark it up on your phone.  No peeking at each other’s answers until we’re done!”

“Is that all,” Ethan smirked, moving to sit on the other side of the couch.  “I had no idea that marrying you would require me to fill out so many ‘Cosmo surveys’.”

“Well, you should have.  It was in the vows. Now, concentrate!”

The two of them studied their phones, with Ethan finishing in just three minutes.  He wouldn’t admit it, but he spent the next two wondering why Casey needed additional time.  Then, the moment of truth arrived, and they shared their answers side by side. 

(Blue Heart - Ethan did it.  Pink Heart - Casey did it.  Gold check - they did it. :) ) 

“Well, good,” Ethan said with more relief than he expected, “we each got bingo once. You didn't beat me.”

“I don’t think that’s the purpose here,” she laughed as she counted. “Oh my gosh! We both got eighteen hearts!”

“Mmm, yes, it appears we did. But I see they don’t all overlap. Can we review so I can learn what unwanted images will now be seared in my mind forever?”

“Would you stop!” she laughed with a shove to his shoulder. “Let’s compare… oh,” she giggled, “the plane and the hot tub….”

“Mmmmm…” Ethan smiled, his mind suddenly a thousand miles away. “Hawaii was a great trip, wasn’t it?”

“Wait, it took us two trips to Hawaii to cross those both off our list. You wussed out on the plane to Inez’s wedding.” 

“Yes, and luckily for me, well, luckily for both of us actually, I survived our hot tub experience on our first trip there.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Casey demurred. “I remember that being just delightful.”

“Yes, for you.  Perhaps it may have been a little better for me if I had had a snorkel,” he leered at Casey, “but I didn’t.”

“Oh,” she said, rubbing his head, “the lengths you will go to please me, dear. And you wonder why I love you so much.”

“I’m hoping that’s not the only reason.”

“It’s not!”

“Hey, wait,” Ethan said, pointing to a square. “We both have sex in the backyard circled, but we never….”

“Nope, we never. Mine was at a friend's party during college. It was the only place we could get any privacy. You?”

“Also during college, I got exactly 17 mosquito bites. I’m never doing it again.”

“Ouch! Dare I ask where?”

“Please, don’t,” he laughed. “Well, the ‘with a friend part’ clearly wasn’t with each other.”

“I mean, it could have been. We weren't really' together' the first few times we did it.”

“Yeah, but you were always much more than a friend to me, Rookie.” 

“Awww.  See, I told you this would be fun.”

“It’s only fun because I’m blocking the pictures of you having sex with friends who aren’t me out of my mind.” 

“OK… next question. You’ve never done it on a staircase?”

“Am I missing something?”

“Yeah! OK, we’ll be doing that this weekend.”

“Casey, we live in a one-floor condo?”

“Mmm-hmm.  In the penthouse. So we should remain unbothered if we do it on the fire stairs and stop acting like we haven’t crossed off the ‘in public’ box together!”

“Fair enough,” Ethan sighed, looking over their phones. “You know, I’d be happy to help you add ‘in a tent’ to your list.”

“Do you really want to revisit the mosquito issue, dear?”

“Mmm. You have a point.”

“If you want to tick things off the list, how about I blindfold you tonight instead?”

“Absolutely not. Watching that gorgeous face come undone is probably the second-best thing ever to happen to me. If you think I’m missing that any time I have the opportunity, you’re crazy.”

“Well, I still like the blindfold.”

“And I’m so glad you do, he smirked.  

They silently looked over the remaining answers.

“We’ve done well!” Casey cheered.  “The only other one I’m missing is on a mountain top with a view. I think we could attain that in the car and avoid risking the West Nile virus.  What do you think?”

“A ride through the Berkshires this weekend sounds delightful. Now, just one question.”

“Yes?”

“Why do you have an asterisk on ‘with 2 people at once’?”

“Oh, that!” She giggled.  “That was only in an alternate universe.”

“An alternate universe?”

“Yes. I told you about it! Remember that dream I had?”

“Oh, no!”  Ethan said, throwing his phone into his pocket.  “No, no, no! I have blocked that from my mind forever!”

“Why?” Casey giggled, “You were amazing in it.”

“Casey….” he warned.

“What? I’m just saying you were! I can’t help if….”

Before Casey could say any more, Ethan was on top of her, lavishing her with deep, passionate kisses.

“Not another word out of you,” he teased.  “Now, take off your clothes.”

“I told you this would get us all worked up,” she giggled

“NOW, Rookie!”

“Oooh.  Yes, sir…” she purred, eagerly complying with his demands.  “But just you wait to see what kind of quizzes I’ll have us taking tomorrow.”

______ A/N 2: A little nod to the AU Their Plus One in here.  lol  Yes, they have had a threesome - but not in their headcanon. LOL 

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[shippingfangirl013]

Getting older sucks.

It’s “I made my first friend in that elementary school classroom,”

And “I used to sit on those swings with my first childhood friend, playing make-believe and talking about the newest movie we wanted to go see,”

It’s “I used to get off the bus with you after school and stay at your house every other night because I didn’t want what my parents were having for dinner,”

It’s “We used to have sleepovers in my room, and I remember that I loved going to your house because it meant playing with our American Girl dolls. We’re in the same family, but I saw you more than half my friends sometimes. I miss seeing you now, even though we only live 10 minutes away, it still feels like the years have crept between us.”

And “We met in 4th grade, but I’ve known you all my life. You knew my first crush and I knew yours. You loved Sam Winchester and I loved Dean. We sat on the benches at recess, reading books about Helen Keller and talking about how excited we were to play the violin next year. Gavin always went on about how he loved some tv show with monsters off of Cartoon Network while we read. You loved One Direction, Harry Styles was your first love, I’m sorry for that fight we had in 7th grade, I was an asshole and I hope you know that I love you, I wish you never dealt with half the shit life has thrown at you, I’m sorry that I was too young to understand how to handle the sinking grief that you went through in 8th grade, I promise you that I would take it all away if I could, I’m sorry for ignoring you when you told me my first serious boyfriend wasn’t actually a nice guy. I should have listened to you. I’m sorry I let him get between us.”

It’s “you were mean to me, but I miss you. We were young, but I don’t think that you’re a bad person anymore. I loved your art and I hope you still create wondrous works. You inspired me to start drawing, and I’m grateful for that. I miss watching Dan and Phil with you, and Michael Clifford will always remind me of you. Thank you for sitting next to me in the classes we had together, I’m glad we had lunch together too, I felt less alone eating crappy high school lunches with you before Spanish class. I hope you’re doing okay, and I know we talk from time to time, but I miss seeing your face.”

And “I loved you. You broke me. I have nothing to say to you for what you did to me, but I remember the way that your freckles danced around your face, curving upwards towards the sun when you smiled that lopsided grin at me. We were young and stupid, and I thought that was what love was. I know that I was mean to you too, and I want you to know that I’m sorry for that. I wanted forever with you, I didn’t even know you, I loved you, but even the brightest blaze of fire can turn cold in the dampened wet of winter.”

It’s “I met you in college, but you are someone who has never hurt me. Your laughter is like the musical notes you play on the flute, you are sharp and witty and I’d go to the ends of the world with you, only if you wanted to. We survived freshman year together. You handed me Kleenex at 3 am and held my hair back when I got too drunk. You walked me home with some of our friends, and you asked me to look at a magazine after the party and I said that there were people dancing on a trifle cake. You showed me a photo of a Bundt cake with raspberries on top the next morning. You helped me study, even when I was a pain in the ass, and you’ve made me laugh when I’d much rather cry. We rode horses together on weekends when we had time. You helped me get through one of the worst breakups I’ve ever had. I’ve cried on your shoulder more times than I can count, we’ve had more movie nights with friends in the dorms than I can remember. I’m grateful that I always had a travel buddy when it came time to go home for Winter Break. Two hours goes by much quicker when you’re screaming the soundtrack of Frozen II in the car. You reminded me that I’m a good person. You remind me of that a lot, and even though I know that I can be exhausting and hard to handle, you’re always there to lend an ear or offer advice, and if I just need support, I know I can count on you. We always stayed up late on your birthday, midnights during finals week were never boring when your mom sent you a package to open, every item wrapped with care, because she wanted you to celebrate even if you weren’t home yet. You love dragons, and I’m awful at drawing them, but I drew one for you anyways. I’m glad we had an apartment our senior year. I hate that we live 8 hours away. Thank you for introducing me to Mikayla. I’m sorry about the fights that we’ve had. I’m grateful to you and Mikayla for showing me what healthy friendship is.”

And “I’ve known you since 8th grade but we’ve never met in person. I think about you all the time. I’m proud of who you’ve become. Thank you for being such an amazing friend. You’re such an inspiration to me. I wish we lived closer, I wish I could come visit.”

It’s “I haven’t talked to you in a while. We FaceTimed every day after school in high school. You’re engaged now, and I’m so happy for you. I hope he treats you well, I’m sorry I live so far away, I want you to have everything you want in life. I came to your graduation party, I was so excited when you came to my house and surprised me. I miss you, I hope you’re doing okay. I know I’m awful at texting back, I need to text you more.”

And “I read your eulogy at your service. I hope I did right by you. I wanted to honor your memory, and somehow, the right words came to me after crying over blank paper for hours. I hate that you’re gone. I hate that I can’t talk to you anymore. I don’t know how to live without you.

(How do I live without you?)

I hope I honored you and your memory with what I wrote. . . I hope everyone knows how much I love and miss you. I hope you know how much I love you. If there is a Heaven, say hi to Molly and Monica for me. Say hi to Mavi and Bear and Precious too. I listen to Taylor Swift all of the time now. I listen to One Direction too.

You were my first real friend. And that’s not to say I didn’t have friends before, but you were the first that stuck around. It was like Lilo and Stitch, times two. We found each other and became friends, and then in 4th grade, I picked Sam to become friends with… and then we were a trio. I remember all of the trouble we got into… it feels like yesterday.

(God, how I wish it were yesterday, because then you’d still be here.)

Your grandparents cried when I came over to pick up your stuff. I cried when your grandma gave me your Ron Jon’s hat and that stupid scarf you always wore and damn near strangled me with when we would wrestle with one another. I hugged your cat Harley for you, I wish I had been able to visit your house more. You always wanted to come to mine, and I never knew why, but “your house is more fun than mine,” always came the reply. I never quite believed that, but I didn’t push you.

I started watching Golden Girls, it makes me think of you. Kally is getting older now too, she’s 16, I know that when we were younger, we joked that cats that old went to Star Clan. I hope she goes to live out the rest of her days with you up there, at least I know she’ll be loved and looked after when it’s her time to rest. You were supposed to be in my wedding, but as it stands now, that will be a long ways away.

Life is odd, and it’s always changing, and you of all people, know how much I hate change. (How do I keep living when I’ve lost so many people that I once cared for?)

How do my grandparents do it? Losing friends they’ve known for years? How does anyone do it? Living without the people you thought you’d never lose is the worst feeling ever, and I’m scared to live if it means that everyone I care for could die tomorrow.

I’m glad you were able to love someone and that he was able to love you in return. You deserved a lifetime of happiness. I hope that he knows you passed on, I tried to contact him, but I never asked you for a name.

I can’t sleep some nights knowing that I was the last person you willingly called at 2 in the morning. I hope you can forgive me for not picking up. I miss you more than words can say.

(Do you think if I had been there for you, things would be different? Would you still be here if we hadn’t drifted apart in high school?)

I wish we hadn’t drifted apart in high school.

I wish things didn’t have to end, I wish someone could invent a way to tell when things would come to an end, so I could cling to it more tightly, telling those people how much I love them, how important they are in my life, and how much I loathe change. . .

I wish I never had to read your eulogy. It was the second hardest thing I’ve ever done, missing you, grieving you. . . That’s the first.”

~ a short collection of the people I’ve loved

(This doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of other new friends that I have and love right now, because I’m lucky to have so many people that care about me & I’m lucky to be able to care about them and get to know them as well.

This just… needed to come out tonight.

And I didn’t really include family in this, but I was more-so focused on friends that I’ve had and lost over the years.)

#personal #poetry #poetry kinda? #grief #I’m writing this after getting off the phone with Amber (my college bestie) #i hate emotions #I hate getting older #I know that everyone has grief but I feel like there’s a point where you just loose more people than you ever imagined and it begins to wear #you down… I know mine has worn me down. #it’s a hard weight to carry that’s for damn sure

[leandra-winchester]

Buddie Teen AU (Sims 4) - pt 3

Masterpost. 

The next part of our story finally takes us to Pennsylvania to the suburban home of the Buckley family. 

We’re visiting Maddie, who’s studying to become a nurse (and moved back home after she broke up with her boyfriend Doug)...

... and her teenage brother Evan. Maddie and Evan are very close while their parents... are not loveless, but more occupied with each other and their own lives than that of their children. 

Buck is nearly 16 years old and already as tall as his sister. 

Even though his sister is very supportive of him, Evan also feels a little lonely sometimes. He did have a few girlfriends, but it never went beyond hand-holding and a few kisses before most of them broke up with him, and his last massive crush ended with her ditching him for another boy who was slightly older, and a bigger ‘star’ at high school football than Evan ever could be. 

He does, however, have a very good friend - Angela. And he’s sometimes wondered, since they do get along that great, if there couldn’t be more between them. After all, most of his friends have already had sex, Angela included (though she, too, broke up with her boyfriend a while ago). 

And so, one day, Evan simply tries his luck and makes a move on her. 

And then they kiss, and it’s pretty awesome. They laugh about it, too, because they’re just good friends, and maybe it’s a tiny bit awkward to be making out like that. But it also is fun. 

“So... how do you know you want to... you know... have sex with someone?” Evan asks his sister one day as they’re playing chess. Correction, as she’s obliterating him at it. 

“Uh... are you seeing anyone new?” Maddie asks, a little surprised. 

It’s a bit awkward to talk about this with his sister, but Evan wants to talk to someone about it, and he’s definitely not going to his parents. 

“Well, no, but I thought... since I haven’t... uh... done it yet-”

“Evan, you’re only 15. You don’t have to have sex just because your friends already did. I didn’t sleep with anyone until I was 17.”

“I’m almost 16,” he corrects her. “And I know, it’s just... I’m curious, you know. And Angela and me... we kinda made out the other day, so...”

“I’m not gonna tell you what to do,” Maddie says gently, “But I think your first time should be about really being in love with someone.”

“Yeah. But what if that never happens?”

“Evan. Of course you’ll find someone.”

“But what if I don’t? Or what if I only find the right person when I’m 30?  I don’t want to stay a virgin until then!” 

Maddie chuckles a little but also gives him a sympathetic, almost pitying look. Evan doesn’t want pity, though, as much as he appreciates her affection. He doesn’t know how to explain it, but with his track record - and maybe because he sometimes feels there’s something wrong with him, something defective that made his parents never really love him the way he’d have wanted to - he’s not so sure he’ll ever find a perfect partner. 

He ponders this for a while the next few days. Maybe he really should listen to his sister and wait. But maybe it’s all not such a big deal anyway. People in the movies have sex just for fun, too, and what really is the difference between it being the first time or sometime later? He doesn’t want to miss out on it, and then there’s also the fact that he still doesn’t even know if he’s into girls or boys; there have been a few in school he found cute and hot, but Evan never dared to make a move on them. 

So, one day, actually on the day of Evan’s 16th birthday, but he’s only going to fully celebrate it on the weekend, Angela hangs out with him again, and he simply asks her. 

“So, that kiss was fun right?” 

“Yep. You’re good at it,” she grins.

“Thanks... and... um... I was wondering if we could- If we could do more sometime, maybe?” 

“You mean...?”

“It would just be as friends, right? I mean, I don’t want to wait until I’m twenty or thirty, and we’re friends, we trust each other. So... I thought... why not? As a birthday present?” 

Angela, laughs and rolls her eyes. “Well, ok, I’ll just return that video game I got you, then.” 

They kiss some more.

And then they actually do it, and Evan doesn’t mind in the slightest that she has more experience than him. It’s nice, it’s fun, and it doesn’t really feel like it’s too early or wrong just because he’s not in love with her. 

(covered them up because of the tumblr algorithm)

They make out and sleep together at her house too, and it’s all pretty nice. 

And they’re still friends, too. It didn’t change anything, really.

They hang out and go to karaoke together and just enjoy themselves as friends. 

“Um, so... you’ve kinda been eyeing that guy over there the whole evening,” Angela says as they’re sitting down. 

Evan has seen the guy before. He goes to a fancy private school, but they’ve met one time at a party of some friends. And, well, yeah, Evan is kinda interested. But...

“It’s not like I can go over there and flirt with him like I could with a girl. And also... what about you?” 

“About me? We said we’d do this only as friends, right? So that means you can kiss or dance or sleep with other people if you like. Plus, this is an LGBT friendly bar. Of course you can go and flirt with guys here.”

So Evan finally goes to the guy, Anthony, and introduces himself. 

And, after chatting for a pretty long time - although is not so sure they have tons of stuff in common - it becomes clear that Anthony is interested in him. 

Maybe it’s because Anthony knows the barkeeper and actually got them some secretly spiked ‘virgin cocktails’ that makes it all a bit easier, but at some point, he and Evan are kissing, and nobody is looking at them weird or anything. 

It feels just as great as kissing Angela did. So, at least Evan knows now that he does like both. 

And he likes it just the same when, a few days later, he’s over at Anthony’s house while his dad is on a business trip and his mom went along. He’s got a really giant bed in his room, and they make good use of it. 

But then, when Anthony’s parents are back, Anthony doesn’t call anymore, and Evan guesses that is fair. They weren’t going to fall in love anyway. Maybe that whole being in love business just isn’t for him. Doesn’t mean he can’t have some fun. 

“Just don’t give up on all of it,” Maddie says when he tells her about Anthony, but Evan isn’t so sure of that. 

And then he meets Julie, who’s got amazing red hair and is really into him. 

Until she isn’t, but that’s okay too.

To be continued...

(Small note: I took far less screenshots - and some of which I probably can’t post without it getting flagged - but I’ve had this extended head canon about Buck simply giving up on love before he even could have started. There’s nothing per se wrong with casual sex, but I’m with Maddie here that teenagers figuring themselves out should probably not do it out of the motivations Buck is doing it. In canon, I imagine it all to be a little more complex an issue, but for the sake of this sims verse, it’s as ‘deep’ as it goes). 

#my sims #my buddie sims #buddie #buddie teen au #911 #Eddie again in the next part #and after that our two boys finally meet

[itsrainningjwight]

We were just kids when we met. Part Two

Part two of this fic set in the 1980s Scranton High

Thursday came around and Dwight went into town to meet his new friends. He had some anxiety that it was all a trick and that Jim was playing a prank on him. However as he turned up he saw Jim and Pam with Angela standing outside the movie theatre.

“Hey Dwight” Jim waved. “How are you doing?”

“I’m ok” Dwight grinned widely “thanks for this”

“For what?” Jim asked.

“Inviting me”

“No problem buddy” Jim patted his arm “so then, we were talking and we thought you could pick the movie, seeing as this is your first movie trip with us”

“Oh, ok cool” Dwight said and looked at the movie posters, he picked a movie and the three of them went in and bought some snacks. They made their way into the theatre and got their seats. They watched the film, ate popcorn and candy and drank sodas.

When the movie was over the three friends headed to the diner across the street.

“Can you fit a burger in after the candy?” Angela asked Dwight.

“Oh yes” Dwight nodded “my Mom says I have a healthy appetite” he picked up the menu “listen on the weekend would you like to come to the farm and hang out?” he asked.

“Is it dirty?” Angela screwed her face up.

“Well, in the fields it is, but the house isn’t dirty, it’s very clean” Dwight chuckled “we’re not animals, we are farmers” he said.

“Then that sounds nice, you guys in?” Angela asked.

“Sure” Pam nodded “Jim?”

“Yeah, I’m in. Thanks Dwight”

“No problem” Dwight smiled at his friends “it’ll be fun”

They ordered burgers and fries and sat and chatted and joked and laughed their way throught the meal. Suddenly a group of guys from their school came in, they were known for being trouble makers.

“Oh” Dwight pulled a face.

“What’s up man?” Jim asked.

“Those guys” Dwight said “they’ve been horrible to me at school a lot” he tried not to catch their eye as they came past but one of them had already seen him and started to call him names.

“Hey” Jim said “leave it out Pete. He’s not done anything to you”

“Aw is he your boyfriend Halpert?” Pete sneered.

“If I was gay I’d rather go with him than you” Jim said “beat it” he snapped. “You ok?” he asked Dwight once they’d moved on.

“Thanks Jim, I’m ok” Dwight nodded, “thanks for sticking up for me”

“You’re welcome” Jim said “you don’t deserve it Dwight, you’re a good guy” he shook his head “you want to go to the video game arcade?” he asked.

“Yes, very much” Dwight nodded.

“I need to get home “ Pam said

“Me too” Angela nodded “you guys have fun”

“You ok to stay out?” Jim asked Dwight.

“Yeah, my curfew is 10pm”

“Great” Jim smiled “lets go!”

Jim and Dwight had a really nice time at the arcade, they played games and at about 9:30pm Dwight looked at his watch.

“Shoot, I better get going, the bus takes a while to get home” he said.

“Ok, I really enjoyed tonight Dwight” Jim smiled “I like hanging out with you”

“I like hanging out with you too” Dwight smiled back “I’ll see you at class tomorrow”

“You will, get home safe” Jim pulled Dwight into a quick hug and said goodbye. Dwight caught his bus home and thought about what a great night he’d had with his new group of friends, but his favourite part was the arcade with Jim.

The next day at school Jim was sitting in Home Room with Pam and Angela.

“You seen Dwight yet today?” he asked.

“No, not yet” Pam asked “everything ok last night with him?”

“Yeah, it was fine he said he’d see me today I hope he’s all right” he said.

The teacher arrived and took role call, and there was still no sign of Dwight.

“Ok I’m going to go look for him” Jim said.

“but you’ll be late for first period” Angela said.

“Cover for me, say I’ve got a bad stomach or soemthing. Jim headed down the corridor to the rest rooms, he pushed the door open and saw one of the stall doors was closed. He heard the sound of crying. “Dwight?” he called out “is that you in there?” he asked.

“Jim?”

“Yeah dude it’s me, open the door are you all right?” he leant against the cubicle. “open the door Dwight” he heard the door click and Dwight opened the door. “Oh” Jim said, “what the hell?” he stared at Dwight’s black eye and cracked lip “Pete?” he asked.

“Pete” Dwight sniffled.

“Oh hey it’s ok come here” Jim pulled him into a hug. “It’s ok. I’ll get him for you”

“No” Dwight said “that will make it worse”

“Why?” Jim pulled away “did he do this to you because of what happened at the diner?” he asked “oh Dwight, I’m so sorry”

“It’s not your fault. Apparently I have a punchable face” he dragged the back of his hand under his runny nose.

“I think the nurse should take a look at you, it looks nasty, better to check you out”

“It’s not my first time being hit” Dwight said

“I’m sorry you’ve gone through that” Jim said. “Come on, let me take you to the nurse” he said quietly. Dwight nodded and went with him to the school nurse. She checked Dwight over and cleaned up his cut lip and gave him some painkillers.

They went to class together, and took their seats after explaining to the teacher that they’d been to the nurse.

“Dwight, are you ok?” Pam asked. “Who hit you?”

“Pete did” Jim said angrily. “Dwight, listen man, how about we walk into school together, I’ll meet you off the bus” he said.

“Ok” Dwight smiled “that will be nice”

“Ok cool” Jim said “that’s settled” he brushed his hand past Dwight’s leg and felt a rush of sudden excitement, Dwight felt it too.

tbc

#the office #dwight schrute #jim halpert #jwight #pam beesly #angela martin #fanfic

[malcolm-reeds-pineapple]

Confession

My town has an indie music festival every year and I used to go religiously. Anyway when I was 19 I went to this festival and the whole weekend felt like a movie like it was perfect in every way possible. Also I had a minor concussion which added to this feeling.

The weekend started with me driving to get my friend from the next town over. We of course then went to the liquor store to buy 2 quarts of rum and a case of cheap beer. We start drinking at noon behind the bank.

We hung out at the main tent for a while. It was very cool since I met Willie Thrasher and BA Johnston. I notably (and drunkenly) told BA that I wanted to be like him when I grow up. He said something to the effect of I was halfway there.

We went to a bar next to the train tracks to see Motherhood and BA Johnston around 9:30. The show’s incredible. I’m absolutely plastered and I have my rum stashed under under the stairs of a nearby apartment.

On our way back to the main tent to call a cab, I see someone I knew in passing in front of the legion. I notice she’s bruised and has cuts all over her. I stop and have a smoke.

We talked for a bit and exchanged ig handles. Before I left her I told her to message me so we could talk more.

The next day I woke up to this girl messaging me so we could catch a smoke. I accept.

I get there and she’s sat on the stairs of an apartment with a bag of rez smokes. We smoke cigarette after cigarette as we exchange life stories. We learn that we’re so similar that we couldn’t believe it took so long to become friends. We spent the day together and dyed her hair.

I returned to the festival to hang out with a group of my buddies. At the time, there was an illegal weed store set up downtown. This was the most accessible weed had been at this festival ever. I get absolutely blitzed and have a spiritual awakening during Weave’s set. I’m unsure how I got home that night.

The final night I hang out with my new friend. We didn’t have tickets for that night due to poor planning. Instead, we got ridiculously high on anything we could get our hands on and sit on the benches next to the main tent. At one point we went into a bar. We were both heavy smokers which resulted in us spending most of our time in the smoking pit.

I was left alone at one point, leading me to talk to a guy who said he liked my sweater for like 20 minutes. We then left to go to my friends house where we did more drugs. We’d only been there an hour or so before we went out for a smoke and heard music from down the street. We walked down to check it out only to find that there was an after party with all of the artists from the festival in attendance.

In all my audacity, I led my new friend and this random guy to this party. I was in a band that was locally known so I was welcomed. I remember sitting around a table with some people for a bit. I then went out for a smoke. I saw the guy from Motherhood was out there and I offered him a smoked for the great set. We talked for a while before I noticed a trampoline. At which point, my substance addled little brain went berserk. I needed to jump on that trampoline or I’d never forgive myself.

I dragged this dude over to the trampoline and we bounced on it for like an hour. After the trampoline, he and I sat on a log and just talked. Finally, there hit a point where we just started making out. I found my new friend and told her me and this dude were fucking off to his place.

We didn’t make it to his place. I had initially asked if he wanted to stargaze since I knew how to get up on the roof. That idea didn’t last. Instead, atop a house of god of all places we had the messiest fucking sex of my life.

The next day, I had a message from him. He’d left his shoes at my friends house and was wondering if I could take him to get them. I also noticed that my pipe was missing so we took the opportunity to take a walk to retrace our steps after we got his shoes.

I wish I could fucking tell you that we didn’t fuck but that would be an outright lie. We remained fuck buddies for a year and a half until I met my boyfriend.

Anyway yeah as if that wasn’t already an awful origin story, he was into feet and armpits.

Consider this a cautionary tale on attending festivals, taking a cocktail of drugs and feeling like your life is a movie. It doesn’t end well. However the girl I met outside of the legion actually ended up becoming my best friend so it wasn’t all for not.

#the confessional #I am the confessioner and you are all my priest #kat speaks #I just felt like telling this story

[3schia]

CHAPTER 4 

“Chapter Closed. The Beginning” 

As time passes, the lessons are becoming harder.  

So, I have to study more. Luckily, I now have my study buddy, Faith.  

So, studying is getting way easier, and I’m having more fun.  

We help each other a lot, so we’re able to perform better in class.  

From being regular students in the previous semester, we’re now able to have the dean’s list award.  We treat ourselves to different restaurants and travel a lot every time we pass the exams and have other awards.  

What’s best is that Auntie also surprises us with gifts. 

Despite being busy with my studies, with charitable activities, and with my friendship with Faith, I make sure that I also spend some time with my family and Bruce as well.  

I visit home once a month, and I keep having dates with Bruce on some weekends. We tried to become more understanding of each other as we now have more responsibilities in our studies.  

We kept giving presents every time there was an occasion.  

And this has been my life for a couple of years. 

[JULY 2011] 

Tadaaa! ~ 

Here’s the day of graduation!  

We’re reaping the fruits of our labor.  

Thanks to my professors and friends, especially to my family, Bruce, Auntie, and Faith, for making this journey even more meaningful.  

Most importantly, thanks to the Man from Above for the guidance and strength given to me all throughout. Chapter Closed. 

--- 

[SEPTEMBER 2011]  

And we are now working professionals.  

Yap. That quick! 

Welcome, Faith and self, to GT Blue Corporación. ~ 

We’re so lucky! It’s one of the best companies for finance graduates!  

Here in Castellón de la Plana, Spain. 

New apartment, new environment, and new people.  

Again and again. 

New experiences are approaching. 

- 

At first, I couldn’t find any satisfaction in my job. 

But I tried to enjoy this new chapter of my life by traveling to different places, either alone or with my friends, such as parks, museums, libraries, malls, bars, and restaurants.  

We even went to high class hotels just to take some pictures there.  

A point in my life came when I felt too occupied.  

I didn’t know what to do first. 

I am finally earning my own money, but the work didn’t give me any satisfaction.  

Since many people say that it’s really a good company for finance graduates, they recommended that I stay here, so I did. 

Then, I felt so lost. I didn’t know what I really wanted in life.  

So many problems arose. I realized and remembered a lot about my past...  

There were pains still hiding, which again came out. There were things I couldn’t accept. Until a time came when I finally broke up with Bruce because I wanted to be alone this time. 

E n d  o f  o u r  l o v e  s t o r y . 

After almost a year of working here, a time came when I finally decided to resign.  

I have my savings anyway.  

[AUGUST 2012] 

Then, I looked for some other companies to apply to. 

I made sure that this time I would be liking the nature of the job.  

It took me only two weeks to find this one.  

Hola, ZTN Corporación! Just here again in Castellón.  

What a lucky girl! The salary is just as good as the benefits. 

I was doing well at work for a couple of months.  

So, I got a lot of praise from my employer, managers, and a few coworkers. 

--- 

One day, I’d received a message from Hernan, a schoolmate who’s also working here in Castellón. 

HERNAN: Buenos días 

ISLA: Buenos días también 

HERNAN: Are you working at ZTN Corporación? I saw your stories. 

ISLA: Yes. 

HERNAN: Nice. It’s a good company. 

ISLA: Hehe.  

HERNAN: I’m also working here in Castellón. 

ISLA: In what company? 

HERNAN: Viola Corporación 

ISLA: Nice. 

HERNAN: Can we meet sometimes when you have time? 

ISLA: Yeah. 

--- 

After a couple of months, Hernan and I fell in love with each other.  

So, he became my boyfriend.  

We traveled a lot after work.  

We usually go to coffee shops.  

And we tried eating a variety of foods at different restaurants. 

After a few months of dating Hernan,  

he asked me if I could lend him money for his mother.  

I didn’t hesitate to lend him.  

Another week has passed, and he asked for more money.  

He told me that there’s just an emergency.  

Because I really care for him, I lent him money again. 

I notice that he dates and updates me less often.  

I thought he’d just been busy these past few days, but something is bothering me. 

So, I decided to go near his office after work.  

I saw him with another woman, so I followed them, and they ate  at a restaurant. 

I gave him the benefit of the doubt by asking him... 

ISLA: Hi, love, can we meet today? 

HERNAN: Hmm, let’s just meet tomorrow. I’m busy right now, so much work. 

ISLA: Okay. Love you! 

I didn’t even receive a response to that last message.  

So, I guess something is wrong. 

On the next day, I went again near his office. And guess what?  

He’s with that woman again.  

They even eat at a fine dining restaurant with so much sweetness, like a real couple. 

Then I messaged him... 

ISLA: I’m here now at Viola Park. 

HERNAN: Wait, I’m still at work. 

ISLA: Okay. I’ll just wait. 

What a liar!  

Let’s see what I can do. 

ISLA: Love, where are you now? 

HERNAN: I’m on my way. 

- 

Then here he is... 

ISLA: I guess you’re doing great in your job. 

HERNAN: Not really. What makes you say that? 

ISLA: Because you seem busier now. 

HERNAN: Oh. There’s just lots of work this period. 

ISLA: Alright, let’s eat? 

HERNAN: Yeah. 

Hernan, the liar cheater! 

But yeah, not my loss.  

He’s not that handsome, lol. 

---- 

[JUNE 2013] 

And then here’s the weekend.  

Due to boredom, I replied to random men on my dating app.  

And here I met the libra man, Apollo Gray. 

GRAY: Ughhhhhhhhhh!!! 

. 

. 

. 

ISLA: UGHHHHH UGHHHH UGHHHH! 

GRAY: I’m  c ü mm!nğg ... I’m  c ü mm!n ğ g ... 

ISLA: Boooooogshhhhhhhhh! 

GRAY: My turn! 

ISLA: Ughhh... Right there, right there... 

GRAY: Yumyumyumyumyum... 

ISLA: Yamete kudasaiii... Yamete kudasaiii... Yameteeeeeeee 

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. This is it... 

GRAY: Hi, I’m Gray. 

ISLA: Is that your real name? 

GRAY: Yeah. How about you, Miss Pisces? 

ISLA:  Yeah. I’m Isla. 

GRAY: So, why don’t you have a boyfriend? 

ISLA: I have. 

GRAY: How many? 

ISLA: Just one. And you? 

GRAY:  Just two. Can you be the third? 

ISLA: HAHAHA. Cheater. 

GRAY: If I’m a cheater, then what do you call yourself? 

ISLA: I have a reason why I’m here. 

GRAY: What? 

ISLA: He’s the one who cheated first. 

GRAY: So, that means you’re not looking for someone else. You just want a revenge. 

ISLA: Hmm, maybe. But I’m also a bit bored. 

GRAY: Alright. I’m actually a polyamorous person, that’s why I have two girlfriends. 

ISLA: Really? Why?  

GRAY: I’m tired of getting jealous.  

ISLA: Me, too!  

GRAY: Oh, you’re also a poly?  

ISLA: Nope, I mean, I’m also tired of getting jealous... But I think it’s better to have a relationship with only one person. 

GRAY: That’s how most people think about it. 

ISLA: Maybe you’re just bothered by jealousy. 

GRAY: Pros and cons of both, I don’t think one is inherently better than the other.  In my opinion, it’s more on the people involved. 

ISLA: Well, it depends on every person. 

GRAY: Like if you’re with one person who abuses you, that’s bad. But if you’re with two people who actually love you, that’s good. 

ISLA: It’s a matter of perspective and experience. But yeah, that makes sense. 

GRAY: Mhmm! 

ISLA: Are you happy with that? 

GRAY: Of course! So, can I date you?  

ISLA: Let’s try! You’re easy to talk to. A Sagittarius zodiac sign suits you better. 

GRAY: How did you say? 

ISLA: Straightforward! LOL. 

GRAY: HAHA! When and where can we meet?  

ISLA: You choose.  

GRAY: Okay. Where do you live? 

ISLA: Here in Castellón. And you? 

GRAY: I’m here in Barcelona. Okay, let’s meet today, 3PM at Castellón Park. 

ISLA: All right! 

GRAY: Ughhhh. See you, honey! 

#GoodbyeBruce 

#LongTimeBoyfriend 

#ThanksForEverything 

#ChapterClosed 

#IHopeThisFinallyHelpsAllOfUsMoveForward 

#IWon’tBeEntertainingQuestionsRegardingThisAnymore 

#ThankYouForUnderstanding 

#ALifeWithoutAThrillAin’tLifeAtAll 

#ThisIsTheBeginning 

CHAPTER 5 

“Victory” 

While riding in public transportation, going to our meet-up place. I texted Faith... 

ISLA: Hey, got a soon-to-be boyfriend! 

FAITH: Again? When did you guys break up? 

ISLA: I'm not breaking up with Hernan yet. 

FAITH: Why? 

ISLA: He cheated on me. 

FAITH: Oh. That’s why you have another date? 

ISLA: Yap. But it’s not a serious one. 

FAITH: Just a play again? 

ISLA: Mhmm! We’re going to meet today. 

FAITH: Alright! 

--- 

I honestly feel a little bit nervous. He’s quicker than me. 

Then...  

Here he is...  

Relax, Isla... He’s just a person......  

Yeah, so why would you be afraid, Isla?  

He’s just a person, and you’re a demon. XD 

- 

GRAY: Honey! 

ISLA: Hey! 

GRAY: How are you? 

ISLA: I’m good. How about you? 

GRAY: I feel so good. So, where do you want to eat? 

ISLA: Anywhere you want. No problem for me. 

GRAY: Hmm. In the Victory Hotel? 

ISLA: Oh! 

GRAY: Don’t you want to eat there? 

ISLA: What are we going to eat there? 

GRAY: What do you want to eat? 

ISLA: How about you? 

GRAY: You answer first. 

ISLA: Of course, food. 

GRAY: Yeah, but what food? 

ISLA: Hmm. 

GRAY: A hotdog? 

Then, our laughter just exploded.  

Like wtf? The connection is just so strong XD 

GRAY: Let’s go? 

ISLA: Let’s go! 

While going up to the floor where our room is... We’re still like...  

holding our laughter while looking at each other. 

We really have the same vibe.  

Like yeah... This is it. 

~ 

Then here we are, inside our room. 

He ordered the food via phone... 

“Hi.” 

“Hi, sir. May I know your orders, please?” 

Before making our orders, Gray looked at me with a smile on his face. 

“Two jumbo hotdogs... two large eggs... two rice... and two beers” 

“Anything else, sir?” 

“Nothing,” 

“Okay, sir. The waiting time is about 30 minutes.” 

“Okay. Thanks!” 

GRAY: Have you heard of that? 

ISLA: What? 

GRAY: The waiting time is about 30 minutes. 

ISLA: Then? 

GRAY: What can we do while waiting? 

ISLA: Hmm. What do you want? 

GRAY: Can I hug you? 

ISLA: Sure. 

Then, we hugged each other. It’s weird, but I really felt a kind of connection. 

... 

Then we e a t... e a t... and  e a t... 

... our ordered foods. 

Then... We drink the beer while having long, deep talks about Hernan and his two girlfriends.  

Yeah. 

And...  

We stared at each other for so long... 

“Say sexy things.” Gray said 

“Cum with me.” I answered. 

“Ughhh...” 

“Hmmmmmmm...” 

He slowly kissed me on my cheeks... 

...then on my lips.  

I sucked his tongue... 

... Then, he sucked mine. 

Then... 

I left a mark on his neck... 

... and on his chest. 

We slowly touched each other... 

... from top... 

.... 

.. to bottom. 

And then... 

. 

. 

I t   h a p p e n e d . 

. 

. 

. 

. 

. 

Zzzzz~ 

. 

. 

. 

. 

. 

Then, we woke up...  

ISLA: I have not been like this before. I really am not. But pain really changes people.  

GRAY: How’s our night to you? 

ISLA: It’s wild. I will never forget that night. 

GRAY: What comes to your mind? I thought we’re just joking about doing it? 

ISLA: I don’t know. How about you?  

GRAY: You don’t have to ask, of course I want it.  

ISLA: That quick? 

GRAY: Yeah. I already imagined that when I saw your profile.  

 ISLA: You seem used to having one-night stands. 

GRAY: Yeah! Why not break up with your boyfriend? You’re done.  

ISLA: I have something to do first. 

GRAY: What? 

ISLA: I want to get back my money first, plus double the interest. He owes me more.  

GRAY: Did you lend him money? 

ISLA: I cared for him, that’s why. He said that he just needs it for his mother. 

GRAY: I will help you with your revenge. 

ISLA: This is not revenge, only justice. 

GRAY: Then I’ll help you get your justice. I want to be useful to you. 

ISLA: Up to what extent? 

GRAY: I will be an accessory to it. I will make you win... no matter what. 

ISLA: How can I return the favor to you? How much do you want? 

GRAY: Nothing, just you. 

- 

GRAY: So, what’s the plan? 

ISLA: I feel like he has no plan of returning my money. We have to think of an idea of how I can get his money in his apartment. 

GRAY: Yeah... Why not try to live with him? 

ISLA: I can do that, but if he discovers that his money is missing, I’ll be the only one he will suspect because he’s the only one who has the key to his unit. The custodians don’t have it.  

GRAY: You’re right... Hmm... 

ISLA: But I can consider your idea. 

GRAY: How? 

ISLA: I’ll try to live with him, but I’m not the one who will steal his money. 

GRAY: Then, who? 

ISLA: Is there anyone else here? 

GRAY: How can I? 

ISLA: You have to pretend. 

GRAY: As? 

ISLA: Like a visitor... But you must cover your face because there are CCTVs outside his unit. 

GRAY: A visitor? 

ISLA: Not really a visitor. Like... We must make a scenario so you can enter his apartment with a purpose. 

GRAY: I get it! 

. 

. 

. 

ISLA: I will act like I’m in a hurry to color my hair for the next day’s occasion at work. Then, you’ll act like a parlorist doing home services.  

I will act like I have a cough, so you can wear a face mask without making you look suspicious. 

GRAY: You’re wise, huh? 

ISLA: Also, wear a volumized wig with a bang, eyeglasses, and girly clothes. Don’t forget gloves. 

GRAY: When are we going to do that? 

ISLA: It must be on a Friday night, after our work, so he would be tired. He told me that he’s just resting during the weekends, so he won’t need the money to buy anything. I just have to make sure that he has a lot of stock in his apartment, so he won’t buy groceries that coming weekend. And he just often watches TV every night, so he won’t be noticing you that much. Then, on the next day, after the made-up occasion, I will distract him more, so he won’t immediately find out that he lost his money. 

GRAY: Alright. 

ISLA: Don’t have your car on that day. Book a taxi, and don’t get off near his place. So, if he ever tried to detect where you came from, no vehicle would be reported. Come at around 8:30 PM, so the guard is not in there anymore. Then I’ll just open the main door for you. 

GRAY: How about my record on your phone as a parlorist? 

ISLA: I’ll just tell him that I only got your details through a printed ad I saw somewhere here in Castellón that day when my friends and I are roaming around after work. I’ll just tell him that I suddenly got an idea of coloring my hair when I saw that printed ad. Then, I’ll tell him that I saved only your number and then just read your other details, which I’d tell him I couldn’t remember anymore since I’m tired and in a hurry. Then, you just have to deactivate that number after, so if he calls, the number will be unattended. With that, you’re the one he will only suspect. 

GRAY: You’ll also be a little bit suspicious with that. 

ISLA: I know, but if ever he finds me suspicious, he won’t have any evidence that I’m guilty. To make me look less suspicious, I have to live with him for about a month before we do that. His savings are just inside a cabinet. 

--- 

After a week, Gray introduced me to his two girlfriends, Raquel and Cherry.  

They both look gorgeous and have so much resemblance. 

Fast forward ~ 

[JULY 2013] 

*The Day of Revenge* 

ISLA: Love, a parlorist will be in here in a few minutes.  

HERNAN: All right.  

I opened the main door for Gray, then we went straight to Hernan’s unit... 

I tried hard to hold my laughter after seeing Gray dressed like that. XD 

Hernan was just so busy watching TV.  

A few minutes later, he went inside his bedroom to sleep. 

So, this is it... 

Hernan, the stupid bch. Here we goooooo... 

ISLA: It’s just there inside the cabinet. 

GRAY: Gotcha! 

After stealing the money, Gray immediately went outside.  

Yap, that quick. ~ 

On the next few days, after the made-up occasion, I distracted Hernan.  

And...  

The enemy has been slayed XD 

Victory! ~ 

--- 

That was a mission accomplished, tho 

Then again, it’s Monday... 

After work, we celebrated the victory.  

We went to a resto bar. Danced.  

Went to my apartment and slept together.  

#GrayTheParlorist 

#IslaTheMasterMind 

#HernanTheF*ck*gIdi0t 

#AStup!dWifeSuitsYouWell 

#SoYouWillAlwaysFeelBetter 

#EffectsOfChildhoodPsychologicalIssues 

#I'mSorryButYouNeedAPsychiatrist 

#ThankMeLater 

CHAPTER 6 

“Small World” 

*5 missed calls* (from Hernan) 

ISLA: Hey, why are you calling? I’m still at work, celebrating a coworker's birthday. 

HERNAN: My money is missing. 

ISLA: Just look around. It’s just there. 

HERNAN: I did. But it must only be here in the cabinet. 

ISLA: Wait. I’ll get there later. 

- 

ISLA: Hey, what now? Have you found it? 

HERNAN: No. It must be stolen 

ISLA: Ha? Maybe it’s just here in your bedroom 

HERNAN: I already checked it there. 

ISLA: Maybe an apartment’s cleaner went inside here 

HERNAN: No, the custodians are cleaning just the outside, they don’t have the key. 

ISLA: Oh. 

HERNAN: Wait, it must have been the parlorist last week. Have you observed him the whole time when he’s here? 

ISLA: Hmm. Yeah. 

HERNAN: Haven’t you gone to the comfort room while he’s here? 

ISLA: Just once, when I had to po*p. 

HERNAN: It must be him. 

ISLA: How much money have you lost? 

HERNAN: Almost €3,000.00 

ISLA: Oh, sht. 

HERNAN: What’s his name? Can you show me his details? 

ISLA: I only got his number. 

HERNAN: How about his name? You must know it. 

ISLA: I only got his details through a printed ad I saw somewhere here in Castellón on that day when my friends and I were roaming around. Then, I saved only his number. I just read his other details. I couldn’t remember it anymore since I’m tired and in a hurry on that day. 

HERNAN: Try to remember his name 

ISLA: Hmm... It’s like... Ra... 

HERNAN: Ra... what? 

ISLA: I really couldn’t remember because I wasn’t myself that day. 

HERNAN: Wat da fvk, Isla?! 

ISLA: I’m sorry. 

HERNAN: Show me his number. 

ISLA: Here. 

*Dialing... 

Trttt, trttt... Trttt, trttt... Trttt, trttt... Trttt, trttt... Trttt, trttt...Trtttt. 

“The number you have dialed is now unattended. Please try your call later.” 

HERNAN: Tsk, tsk, tsk. It must be him. Do you remember his face? 

ISLA: He’s wearing a face mask since I told him I was coughing. 

HERNAN: Tsk. I’ll check his face on the CCTV recording. 

- 

HERNAN: Tskkk. He was wearing it all along. 

ISLA: Oh no. What if you try to see his car plate number on the CCTV record? 

HERNAN: I checked the record outside the apartment. He was just walking when he was nearby. I’ll try to look at the other records on the other streets. 

--- 

I texted Gray... 

ISLA: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA 

GRAY: What? XD 

ISLA: Hernan is now in so much distress 

GRAY: Dasurv! 

ISLA: Em0tional Damage! 

GRAY: Double kill! 

- 

Two hours later... 

HERNAN: I’ll check again tomorrow. 

ISLA: But you have work. 

HERNAN: This is more important. I’ll just be absent tomorrow.  

ISLA: Okay. Let’s sleep now, I’m tired. 

HERNAN: I’ll also try the DNA test. 

ISLA: It costs a lot 

HERNAN: Yeah, I know. But if there are no records of him that will show his face and where he came from, it will only be the last solution I can use to find him. 

--- 

A few weeks later... 

CCTV records failed... 

No other fingerprints were detected... 

So, Hernan finally gave up finding the culprit.  

->>> First blood! <<<- 

[AUGUST 2013] 

Fast forward... 

Gray and I were watching a movie at my apartment when Faith called... 

Trttt, trttt... Trttt, trttt... Trttt, trttt... Trttt, trttt  

FAITH: Hey, can we go outside? 

ISLA: I’m with Gray right now. 

FAITH: Where? 

ISLA: Here at my apartment. Wait for us outside, then let’s eat somewhere. 

FAITH: Alright! 

- 

GRAY: Who is Faith? 

ISLA: My best friend since college. She’s the daughter of this apartment’s lessor, Auntie Mercedes. She’s working at GT Blue Corporación. 

GRAY: Oh. 

ISLA: Let’s go! 

~ 

ISLA: Hi, Faith! 

FAITH: Hi Isla! Is he the one you’re talking about? 

ISLA: Yeah. He’s Gray, my boyfriend. And Gray, she’s Faith. 

GRAY: Hi, Faith. Nice to meet you. 

FAITH: Hi, Gray. It’s nice to meet you, too. 

- 

GRAY: So, where’s your province, Faith? 

FAITH: At Toledo. 

GRAY: Oh, we also lived there before. 

FAITH: With whom? 

GRAY: My family. 

FAITH: Where are they now? 

GRAY: My parents are now living in Seville. And my half-brother is in Córdoba. 

FAITH: You only have one sibling? And just a half? 

GRAY: I actually have an older half-sister on my mother’s side. 

FAITH: Oh. Both are half siblings. 

GRAY: Yap. But it’s fine. 

FAITH: Where is your half-sister now? 

GRAY: On my biological father. He and mom got separated when I was two, and my sister was fifteen at that time. So, yeah, I was raised by a stepfather. 

FAITH: How about your real dad? Is he not visiting you? 

GRAY: Mom said they were visiting me once a month when I was a child. But a year after they separated, he died of lung cancer. 

FAITH: How about your half-sister? 

GRAY: Hmm, she’s still young back then, so maybe she didn’t know how to get to our home. 

FAITH: Have you asked your mom about your sister? 

GRAY: She doesn’t want to talk about it. So, I couldn’t do anything. She didn’t even tell me their names. So, I hated mom for that. 

FAITH: That is similar to mom’s case. She also has a half-brother on her father’s side. They were visiting him after her dad and stepmom got separated. But when her father died, she couldn’t see his half- brother since then. She couldn’t know where his half-brother now is. She couldn’t find it on social media either. 

GRAY: What’s the name? 

FAITH: Apollo? 

GRAY: Apollo, what? 

FAITH: Hmm. 

. 

. 

. 

As I remember, the surname sounds like a restaurant... Apollooo...  

. 

. 

. 

Mcdowney? 

Then... 

Gray and I were both in shock.  

Like... We literally stared at each other for almost fifteen seconds... 

FAITH: Hey! 

Are you guys, okay? 

GRAY: Where’s your mom? 

FAITH: At home. 

--- 

FAITH: Hey, what?! 

ISLA: Wait! 

FAITH: Why did you react like that? 

--- 

When we arrived at their home...  

Gray suddenly knocked at the door... 

Then Auntie Mercedes opened it... 

GRAY: Do you know Elizabeth Mcdowney? 

AUNTIE: She was my stepmom before. 

And Gray immediately hugged Auntie... 

Faith seems to finally understand what’s happening. 

Auntie seems really confused. 

GRAY: I will explain everything 

AUNTIE: What? 

GRAY: You have a half-brother on your father’s side, right? 

AUNTIE: Yeah! 

GRAY: He was two and you were fifteen when your dad and stepmom got separated, right? 

AUNTIE: Yeah. How did you know? 

GRAY: Elizabeth Mcdowney is my mom. She told me I have a half-sister. 

AUNTIE: Oh. 

Then, Auntie just had a reaction that I couldn't explain.  

Like... She’s confused but is laughing and has teary eyes. 

AUNTIE: So, that means... You are my half-brother? 

GRAY: Yeah. Mom didn’t tell me your names, that’s why I couldn’t find you on social media. And I hated mom for that. I did everything to convince her to tell me. But she just didn’t want to because they were not on good terms when they got separated. 

AUNTIE: I also tried finding you on social media.  

GRAY: I’m sorry, but I’m not a fan of it. I’m just using dating apps. So, yeah. That’s where I met Isla. 

Then, we all just laughed. 

And... They hugged again.  

Gray also hugged Faith. 

“My niece!” 

“My uncle!” 

I was so happy for all of you. 

“Hey, were you just chatting random girls in dating app?” I asked. 

“Nope. I’m choosing, of course.” Gray answered. 

“So, why did you chat with me?” 

“Well, I find you attractive, but there’s a deeper reason why I chat you.” 

“What is it?” 

“Your zodiac sign.” 

“Oh. Why?” 

“Well, I usually like Pisces people.” 

#TheReunion 

#ThanksIsla 

#The10thOrdinance #LibravsPisces #Chapter4 #Chapter5 #Chapter6