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It was about three AM when I decided to finally get a midnight snack. I had been up since 7 AM yesterday. It's hard to sleep without Moe now. I miss the way he used to caress my hair to sleep, or kiss my arms until my breathing slowed. It's just gone now. Along with him.
He went missing. Presumably dead. All of his stuff was still in our apartment. His clothes, his hair dye (YEAH ITS NOT NATURALLY RED), his video games, etc. After 2 days without him I thought I was going insane, but it's just now that I'm starting to. Not only did his soul linger, but I can still feel his presence.
It hurts. Not having my favourite person around. But whatever. I decided to text Moe. Maybe he isn't dead, you know? He might just be stuck somewhere. Plane crash? He wasn't going anywhere though.

moe?
babe where are you its been a week.

I set my phone down. I don't know why I expected him to answer at all, but I did. I stared at the screen for a couple seconds before I got out of bed. I stretched quickly and tucked in my stuffed animal. I gazed at the empty bed, then glanced at the clock. 3:28.
I walked my pathetic butt to the kitchen and opened the fridge. "As usual. Nothing." I said to myself. I eyed the shelves and said screw it, grabbing the pie tin out and slamming it on the counter. I grabbed a paper plate, butter knife, and fork. Cutting myself a slice, I plopped it onto the plate and put everything away.
I walked to the living room and sat down for a couple minutes, eating the pie. Chocolate with brownie on top. The whole moment reminded me of the first time I cried in front of Moe.
I had a horrible day then went home and cried on the couch. He brought me this very pie. I remember him getting whipped cream all over his face. He tried to kiss me but I blocked it with the pastry. He was a little mad..
As I finished the pie and threw the garbage away, I figured I should shower. I smelt my armpits and realised it had been 4 days since my last. I walked back to the bedroom to grab new clothes and my phone for some tunes. I was grabbing my underclothes when my phone suddenly dinged.
I held a firm grip on my underwear as my eyes went wide. I couldn't comprehend anything in the moment. For some reason, my impulses won and I jumped onto the bed, checking my notifications. I should've cleared them after the first message I sent.
There was a bunch from Dee and Rooney, Moe’s older siblings, asking if I'm doing well. Along with a few messages from my mom wondering if I'm okay. They don't really get it. Sure, maybe Rooney and Dee might, but they don't know the loneliness of everything. They have each other, I have no one.
My phone started ringing and the caller ID was DeeDee and Rooney's shared number for when they're both calling. (They're filthy rich.)
"Hello?"
"Y/N/N? Yeah, if someone texts you on Moe's contact, ignore it.. it's probably some one playing a mind game of some sort if you know what we mean. They've even tried texting Bus-Driver Bob and Mazz.. it's getting scary." I recognised the voice.
"DeeDee? Do you have some super power, how'd you know someone texted me..."
"Oh.. I didn't.. but please be cautious, Y/M/N.."
I heard Rooney bud in, "And if he asks for your location, don't send it! If he does, turn it off for him and send it to us in case something happens, we love you."
"Uh-huh, alright, guys... but.. what if it is him..?"
Dee started again, far more concern in her voice, "Y/N, sweetheart, are you okay? I understand you miss him, we all do and we really want him to come back, but there's not a big chance he will. If he does, that's great! If he doesn't then we'll all find a way to be okay together, right? We know you love him, but relax."
"How are you guys so calm about it?" I asked, tears welled up into my eyes almost like an overflowing dam.
"Because we've gotten used to having our feelings hurt and we can contain and understand our emotions far more than usual people. We're abnormal." Rooney said softly into the microphone. "We love you, Y/N. Go get some rest, we're sorry for interrupting your beauty sleep." If you could even call it that.
"Goodnight, guys. I love you."
"We love you more. Goodnight, buggy." They said in unison.
There were heavy warm tears flowing down my face. I love them so much, I don't know if I would still be here without them. I thought about Moe and what could've happened to my boy. Was he dead? I sure hope not...
I decided to thoroughly check my notifications after I laid on my bed for a moment, contemplating everything. "I'm okay."

hi y/n.

HOLY SHIT. I thought to myself. Where is he? Is he okay??

i cant talk much right now.
take your shower though, i'll be
home soon.

is this some sick joke?

no. ill be home in around an hour.

Okay..?

Someone's trying to prank me. How'd he know I was gonna shower? Where the hell is he coming from? Is he even alive? Who's on his phone? I tried not to think of it, but I did anyways. To clear my mind I decided to take my shower.
I turned my playlist on and turned the water to as hot as it could get. The first song to play was Black Sheep from Scott Pilgrim. Are you fucking for real. I thought to myself.
I thought far too hard on those messages again. I opened the cabinet in the mirror and slowly reached my hand inside, pushing down the back. Where I hide my razors. I grabbed the box then slowly opened it. Fuck. They rusted.
But I have my switchblade. I ran to my room and lifted the mattress on my bed, reaching under there to grab my blade. I walked back to the bathroom and contemplated it.
I did it. My wrist was sore and stinging as I stepped into the shower. The blood rushed down my body with the water and soon filled the bottom of the shower floor. I never took caution to my self harm. I used to put lime and salt on them while they were still fresh. It felt nice to have more pain, but as I got older I realised it wasn't always the best coping mechanism, but at the same time it was the only one I had.
I sat on the shower floor and let my thoughts fly. Sure, they deepened the longer I let them run free, but it was nice to get everything out. As I sat there, the long winded stinging on my wrists decided to come to an end, and the next song on the playlist started. I Wouldn't Mind by He Is We.
I was wishing Moe would just come home already. The real Moe. Not only was the song playing one that easily made me cry, but it was also our song. We used to dance to it or sing each other to sleep with it. Moe was a great singer. I thought of him as the lyrics went on. When the chorus came in, so did my tears. I wanted to just die at that moment. Everything seemed like nothing and I needed to see my boyfriend. My reason for living.
I stood up and grabbed my shampoo and conditioner, I needed it. I smelt my hair and wow did it smell like straight grease. Not just because I hadn't showered, but also because I've only eaten greasy fast food the past week. I dreamt about what it would be like to see Moe again. His dark red hair smelling like cherries somehow, and the overpowering scent of mango deodorant in my face as we cuddled the day away. It would never be a reality again. Moe was out there somewhere in a body bag dead most likely. Then I would have to be on the news as a famous Rockstar's girlfriend. I felt like Courtney Love.
Maybe if he was dead he would want me to be with him. I should just end it all and see if anything happens. I'd see my love and never feel sad again.
Once I realised the thoughts were too much, I decided to step out of the shower. I had wrapped up in my towel and looked out the window, down at the street. I glanced up and across the street when suddenly, a face appeared in the window I was staring at. It looked like it was illuminated by a phone. I couldn't make out any details of the face except dark hooded eyes and pale skin.
I shrugged it off then quickly bandaged my wrists. Somehow it is always the damn bandages and tape that hurt the most. Not even soap, citrus, or salt. Maybe because it's coarse. Whatever, but I dried and brushed out my hair after.
Then my phone went off.

how was your shower
sweetheart?

you aren't fucking serious.

serious as i'll ever be..

what the fuck.
are you actually moe?

why wouldnt i be???

...what colour am i thinking of.

There was no way in hell "Moe" could guess. I quickly thought of a colour, but made it specific so that it'd be harder. I thought flamingo mixed with

salmon and midnight. Almost lavender but not quite.
flamingo + salmon +
midnight.. almost lavender

WHAT.

I thought I was going insane. I texted him and asked when he'd be home. He responded with "as soon as you get dressed." I didn't know what to think of all this but I quickly ran around trying to find the clothes I had set out for myself.
I probably shouldn't wear long sleeves, I thought to myself as I thought about the half bandaged wounds on my arms. I also didn't want Moe to see them... So I would need to cover them up. I didn't know what to do in the moment, so I just threw on whatever I thought was cute. A Paramore band-tee and a pair of black sleep shorts, with underclothes obviously.
I wanted to cry. It felt like I hadn't seen Moe in years. I rushed back to the bathroom and threw on a little bit of makeup after putting serum in my hair and brushing it out. My lips were cracked and dry until I put Chapstick and lip gloss on, and my eyes looked as if I was heavily sleep deprived. Well, I mean, I was, but not to the extent I looked. I wanted to look my best for Moe. Even though I wasn't at my best in any way, I still wanted him to know I cared about looking presentable. He would not give two fucks in the world because he said he'd love me no matter what I looked like.
I heard a knock at the door when I finished putting my 5th layer of lip gloss on. I felt my breath stop in my throat and my hands started shaking. The fear that struck my body in that millisecond was enough to send me into a damn coma. I had so many thoughts run through my head. Who could it be? What did they want? Am I going to be killed? Was it Moe?
I had no other thoughts than to see my loverboy and hold him in my hands and be held in his arms. My grip tightened on everything I was holding. My brush, serum, and lip gloss. I dropped the brush and serum and gasped as the serum almost shattered. I winced heavily as the brush landed dead-center on my foot.
"FUCK!" I whisper yelled. I slid the brush away from me harshly and watched it as it slammed itself into the vent on the bottom of my bathroom floor. I wanted to cry. My fucking foot hurt like hell, my brain was foggy, my hair felt uneven, everything just seemed wrong. The thought of Moe being here felt entirely different than what I've felt the past few days.
I threw my lip gloss into the sink and rushed to the door. I looked through the peephole but all I saw was the back of someone's head. They had brown hair so it couldn't have been Moe. I noticed they had heavy white skin and they were wearing baggy yet tight dark toned clothes. I found it attractive, but I would stick with Moe.
Even if he was dead, I would be only his forever.
I took another look at the person, but they were still turned around. I felt like I was about to get mugged or kidnapped in the moment.
Until I heard his voice.
I spun around as fast as my legs could. I got whiplash to be honest and gripped my shirt. "Hello?"
"Hey... Can I come home?"
I opened the door and almost sprained my wrist in the process. "Moe?" I stared at the man. The very unfamiliar face spooked me. "Oh my God."
The man let himself in and closed the door, locking it as well. "It feels nice to be home, babe." He stepped closer and grabbed my waist. His mannerisms were kind of off, but I didn't want to think too hard on it.
"Hey.. what happened? Your hair is natural, you're speaking really softly, and you aren't wearing your usual bright colours..."
"Nothing happened, sweetheart. Why would you think that?" He whispered as his grip got tighter and he forced me into a hug. "I'm just fine, are you okay though?"
I thought about it for a second. "No... I've been miserable without you here with me. Just look at the apartment.." I leaned over for a second to flip the notch on the lights.
"No! Don't turn on the li-!"
I heard a whine so I looked back, and he was covering his face. His hands were red and really pale.
"Moe, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, hah.. I guess I'm just used to the darkness of only waking up at night. Burns my eyes, you know.."
I stared into his eyes. The definitely looked burned. Like he was high or something. "Oh, babe.." I said frowning, "your eyes are so bloodshot.. Let me get you an ice pack or something to cool them down, alright?"
"Yeah! That should work.. help me adjust to the brightness hopefully."
About five minutes later, he had a bag of peas on his eyes and a smile of relief on his face. "Finally.." I grabbed his shoulder gently and leaned my head into him. I didn't care too much if he changed, he was still Moe.
Somehow, his body temperature changed, too. He was no longer warm and comfortable, but he was cold as ice. Almost as frigid as the winters in the city. A chill was sent down my spine.
Something was off. Something was terribly off. I leaned back from the snuggles and "Moe" had a look of confusion yet uneasiness on his face. I wanted to hug him really hard, but the energy seemed really different. "Your skin.. It's.. normal." What was wrong with him? Was he traumatised? Did he have his phone or was it someone else?
He nodded "Yeah... and?"
"...and your eyes are... amber."
"They always have been?"
"No, Moe. Your eyes are brown with hints of green.. Your eyes have never been Amber, and I've known you all my life."
"Well I guess they were never truly brown. Or maybe you're going colourblind. Are you okay?"
"What the hell happened."
That's when it hit me.
This was not Moe.
I had no clue who this was. "Who are you?! Where's Moe?!"
"I am M-"
"The real Moe! Where is he?!
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
"You are not Moe!"
"Woah, bitch calm down!"
I felt my throat collect air as my jaw dropped and my eyes widened. "What." I spoke, enunciating the 'T'. Moe would never call me a bitch. I was fucking certain this wasn't my boyfriend. I locked eyes with him as my brow furrowed.
He removed the peas from his eyes and looked at me, speaking, "Calm down. My god." He said, annoyance in his tone. He picked up the remote and turned the TV on, flicking through his YouTube recommendations.

hey baby im almost home.
i was just messing with you,
i had no idea if you were gonna
shower.
i love you, see you soon baby<3

someones in the apartment.
what? did someone break in?
no. someone looks
exactly like you and
is in the apartment.
im scared.

what?? omg stay there,
sweet girl. ill be there in
five minutes

I stood up off the couch and stepped back, grabbing a fork off of the coffee table. "You stay the hell back. I-I don't know who you are... But I know you're not my boyfriend."
"You're fucking insane what the hell is wrong with you?!" He said, standing up and throwing the remote onto the wood floors. "I understand I was gone, but there's no reason for you to go batshit crazy?!"
I felt tears swelling in my eyes as my vision got blurry, but there was something I realised about his mouth while he was yelling.
He had fangs.
I blinked the tears away and gripped onto my shorts, holding the fork tighter. I never did well with yelling, but it was another thing the man had sharp fucking canines. I took a few more steps back. I wouldn't let this guy get any closer to me.
He started to take a few steps forward. I watched his eyes change from amber to blood red. "I thought you were dumb," he said, "but I guess not. I thought it'd take longer for you to realise." I watched as more of his features morphed. The man changed completely from Moe into a guy I had never seen before.
His eyes were thin and his chin/jawline was as sharp as a Tomahawk. The way everything about him changed was freaky enough to send chills down my spine. He grabbed me by the biceps and pushed me against the wall. As if he was threatening my life.
I remembered the fork in my hand and plunged it into his back. He yelled in agony, letting me go and reaching around to his back to pull it out. I watched as blood dripped onto the hardwood and scoffed in confidence, not realising I had that much force and courage.
"Silver?! Are you fucking kidding?!"
Suddenly I heard a rough, loud, heavy knock on the door. The man turned around quickly as my head turned to the door. My breathing was heavy as I realised that might be the real Moe. I quickly ran to the kitchen and grabbed more silverware. Except this time I grabbed a dagger (🥰). I grinned as he turned to me, fear struck his eyes.
There was another aggressive knock at the door, then a rattle of the doorknob. "Let me in!" The voice outside the door yelled.
"Moe?" I called.
"Baby please why's the door locked?!" He called, his voice cracking as if he was about to cry.
"Don't worry about this cunt! They'll be safe with me!" The man called.
There was silence before the door was broken from the hinges and it slammed down onto the floor. "Jeremy?! What the fuck?!"
I looked at Moe. He was pale. His hair was light brown. His eyes were bright red. He was dressed in dark tones.
I watched as he glanced at me, concern and anger fueled his vision. Moe tackled the Jeremy guy to the floor and they wrestled around a lot.
I was in danger. And Moe was saving me.
"What the hell is your problem?" Moe yelled as he wrapped his hands on Jeremy's neck.
"She- smelt good! I-I needed a bite!"
Moe choked him harder as he got enraged, frustration fueling his veins. I witnessed Moe get thrown off of him and he got knocked into the wall. Jeremy quickly ran at me in the blink of an eye as he forgot I had the dagger.
I plunged it into his stomach and he screamed, throwing me to the floor. Blood trickled it's way onto the floor, a puddle of crimson now concealing a portion of the once tan flooring. I watched as Moe got up, holding his back in pain as he grimaced, but Jeremy got to me quicker.
Next thing I knew I was picked up. Wind struck my face from how fast he ran.
Then he threw me out the window.
The cold air of the winter and sudden wind hit my body harder than ever. I screamed. Harder than I ever had before. I was terrified. I know I had those previous thoughts about death, but I was genuinely shocked. I couldn't die.
Not now.
I looked up at the shattered window of my apartment and saw Moe jump out after me. He was fast to get to me. And right before my body hit the ground…
I was caught. But I had also passed out.
When I came to, I was in a hospital bed. I saw bandages all over my body, an IV in my arm, and a fucking bright ass room holy shit. I squinted, adjusting my eyesight to the white everything. I glanced over and saw Moe somewhat asleep on the chair next to me. My mom was on the other side.
"Hey, baby!" She said softly. "You okay, Y/N/N?"
I nodded. "How long has it been, Mama?"
"A day. But it's alright because you're here now, right?"
"Mhm... I'm sorry I never answered your texts."
"It's okay, babe." She said, caressing my cheek. "I do have to go now though, baby girl, work has been hectic. Please call me when you get home, okay sweetie?" I nodded in response. She smiled as she picked up her purse and walked out, waving goodbye.
Suddenly, Moe woke up. "Hey." He said.
"Hi." I said, smiling.
"I'm sorry I never responded. I was really... going through it. All I did was go to the store to get food, but I met that Jeremy guy. I didn't know what he was until he introduced me to his friends. I was scared, trust me, baby. I was so, so, so scared. They took everything.
"My phone, my clothes, my love, which is you, and lastly... They took my life. I wish I could go back to my old self, but I can't. I tried doing my hair, but it just stayed brown. And I don't rock colour anymore... I'm sorry."
I locked eyes with him, his eyes a dimmer red. I flashed him a melancholic smile as he told his grim tale. He pulled the collar of his shirt down, showing me three bite marks from his collar bones to his upper arm.
"Do you have... the fangs?"
"Oh yeah." He scoffed, lifting his top lip and flashing me his canines, rolling his tongue over them. "Sick, huh?"
"Mhm!" I smiled, with a sense of comfort rushing through my veins. "I'm sorry that happened to you, Moe. You didn't deserve that."
"Hey, at least I'm home."
"Are Dee and Roon okay?"
He was silent for a moment.
"Well..."
"Please don't tell me they were changed, too."
He lowered his head and glanced up at me with puppy eyes. He nodded.
I felt a wave of sadness rush over me. "No..." I shuddered, my voice shaky. My childhood best friends were all now vampires. They'd be immortal. They would have to live without me for ever.
I wondered how they felt about the whole ordeal. "I'm sorry, Y/N. All of us are."
"It's... It's fine. One question though..."
"Mhm?" He looked at me, wondering what my next words would be.
"Actually, two questions."
He chuckled and smiled at me. In all my weakness, he still found a way to admire me, "Ask away sweetheart."
"Okay first one... How did you know whag exact colour I was thinking?"
"Well..." he started, "when you get turned, there's quite a few perks! Rooney got control of emotions and energies. And he uses it a lot when he's overwhelmed to calm down the situation."
I nodded. "What about Dee?"
"Oh gosh, don't get me started. Dee can sense danger. It has been coming in very handy. We've avoided some bad situations."
"Uh-huh. And... What about you, babe?"
"I can read minds."
I was taken aback. I thought about how weird yet cool it was. "So you've heard-"
"Every thought you've had about wanting to have sex? Yes."
I felt the redness hit my face like a semi truck hitting a speed bump at 250 miles per hour. "I feel violated right now." I grinned, watching as he let out a hearty chuckle.
"And we all have heightened senses! It's awesome to be honest. But, what was your other question?" He spoke, wondering every word that would come out of my mouth.
"Can't you read my mind?"
"Only sometimes, but please, what is it?"
"... Can you turn me?"
One week later.
Moe smiled as I looked at myself in the mirror.
He had fixed me. I was no longer sad and down in the dumps. I had gotten so many compliments about my beauty the past couple days since I was able to take care of myself.
As I gazed at myself in the mirror, I smiled. My smile was enhanced, as my beauty was. I checked out how gorgeous I looked, Moe behind me, planting his chin on my neck as he gazed at me, too.
I smiled with my teeth and licked my sharp canines.

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"No way! I don't wanna see Twilight!" Moe said.
20 minutes later he was pouting in the driver's seat wearing a t-shirt with "I ❤ VAMPIRES" and sunglasses.
"Hey, you might like it, hun!" I said to him, patting his thigh twice.
He smiled and glanced over at me, "You're right. Didn't you already see it though?"
"Yeah, so what? It's a good movie..." I looked over, remembering how DeeDee and I cried into eachother for at least 20 minutes after the movie ended.
We pulled into the movie theatre and parked somewhat close to the entrance. "I can't believe you convinced me to do this shit, (Y/N/N).."
I smiled at Moe and turned to open my car door, my flared bootcut black jeans swaying a little as I stood. The weather was rainy and the sky clouded. I felt a few rain drops hit my head and my arms.
Moe and I were wearing somewhat matching shirts. Mine said "I ❤ EDWARD." He definitely didn't want to be here, it was easy to tell.
I leaned on the hood of the car, waiting for Moe to get out. Once he did, he stepped around the car and grabbed my waist for a second. He had used his silly little button (the circle on his hand) so he would look more "normal?" I don't know, my boyfriend is weird.
I tilted my head and set it on his shoulder. "You brought enough for popcorn, candy, and slushies, right, babe?"
He nodded in response and grinned, planting half of his face onto the top of my head. "I hope this doesn't take too long."
"Relax, Twilight is two hours and two minutes, you'll be fine."
He was silent for a minute. "You think your slushie will last you two hours you little fiend?" Moe said, chuckling at his comment. He was right. When it came to slushies, I destroyed them no matter the flavour. "Alright, let's go watch this silly ass movie."
"Y'know since you became 'normal,' you've been a little rude." I squinted a bit and twisted my head around to look at him. He just smiled and kissed me quickly. "You little shit!"
He laughed and turned to walk towards the entrance, still hanging onto my waist.
I looked around a little and sneakily snatched Moe's wallet from his back pocket and put it in my hoodie pocket.
We reached the entrance and he opened the door for me like he always does, "Here, sweetheart."
Yep. A tear ran down my leg.
"Hi, what can I do for ya today?" The girl at the counter asked.
"Um, two tickets to Twilight, and could we also get two slushies, one red, one blue... Uhh, Large popcorn and 3 bags of Skittles." He replied.
"Alright! That'll be $42.82, would you like to round up to help kids around the world with cancer?"
"Ah, sure!" I watched as he reached for his wallet, and when he wasn't looking I winked at the cashier then slid a 50 towards her. "Y/N, give me my wallet."
I giggled and handed him his wallet. The cashier smiled and handed us our tickets. We stood there for a moment and waited for our snacks and drinks. Once we got them we checked our tickets to figure out which theatre we were in then walked that direction.
Theatre four on the left. We walked in and had seats somewhat close to the back, 8th row from the front. We were waiting for about 8 minutes before the ads were over and the movie had started. I lifted the arm of the seat up and snuggled up close to Moe.
He wrapped his arm around me and set the popcorn bucket in his lap. I grabbed a few pieces and ate them, obviously what else would I do?
We had gotten to the baseball scene when I checked to see if anyone was behind us. Luckily there wasn't, and nobody was in the seventh or sixth row. I leaned up and pressed a kiss onto Moe's jawline, and in response he placed his hand on my thigh, gripping it softly.
"What's up?" He said in a cool tone, raising his eyebrow and widening his eyes a bit.
I felt my face get hot and in response to his question, I just kissed his jawline again, but closer to his neck this time.
We had finished the popcorn by then and the bucket was in the other seat. I slid my hand from his chest to the growing tent in his skinny jeans and continued sprinkling kisses on him. He groaned quietly and leaned towards me, digging his face into my neck and kissing on it. My breath hitched in my throat as I pushed my thighs closer together and Moe put his hand on the back of my head, gripping my hair and tugging on it harshly. I moaned quietly into his ear and gasped as he bit down onto the space between my jawline and my Eve's apple.
"Screw you.." Moe mumbled.
"I'll let you when we get home.." I sang in a whisper.
The buldge in his pants grew larger and I stroked his thigh for a moment. "Why don't you unzip my jeans, princess?"
I giggled softly at his question and next thing I knew his belt was undone and the button on the waist of his trousers was the same. I locked my eyes onto his and in the corner of my eye, saw him slowly start to pull out his length.
He looked at me and whispered, "I need you.." I watched as his façade faded and his eyes were lustful and begging me to do anything to him. I didn't think for a second before I gripped his base and situated myself just to tease him for a few minutes.
"Stay focused, Moe." I whispered sternly. He hummed in response and nodded his head profusely. I spat on his tip and used my other hand to glide it and lube up his length. I heard small held back whines protruding from his vocal chords. "You like the movie, baby?"
"Y-Yeah..." He whispered. "I r-really like-" He cut himself off with a low whine and gripped the arm of the chair. His mouth formed into an 'O' shape as I lowered my mouth onto his length.
He set his hand on my head, gripping and tugging on my hair and neck. "God, you've always been good at this.." As I was bobbing my head on the almost too-long cock, I decided to play with him a little. I slipped him out and got out of my chair, getting on my knees in front of his man-spread legs. "B-Baby, please I-I need this, I-I need you.."
I smiled up at him and licked his length base to tip, then swiftly shoving as much of him as I could into my mouth. I looked up at the dark brown haired boy, his hand covering his lips as his breathing sped up heavily as his length hit the back of my throat.
He scoffed a little and tossed his head back as I took as much as I could, deepthroating the dominance out of him. "F-Fuck you look so pretty right now.." He let out a soft grunt and gripped my hair, trying his hardest to be quiet. "Shit I'm so close..." In response, I pulled one hand up from it's spot on my thighs and slid it up Moe's leg till I reached his shirt. I glided my hand under the coarse fabric and applied pressure to his abdomen.
I heard him moan, quiet enough for only me to hear. I knew I had done something when I felt his seed fill my mouth, some seeping down my throat. Once he was floating down from his high, he gripped my chin with his index, middle, and thumb then forced me to look at him. He whispered, "Slut."
"Am not!"
"Says the girl that just took a cumshot in the little of the theatre."
I smiled a bit, my face and ears hot. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom, wash my hands you know."
He smiled and helped me up from the floor. "I gotta wash mine too."
We stepped out of the theatre and walked towards the bathroom. I glanced at him, his cheeks flushed red and his eyebrows raised in a puppy dog way. "Awh, Moe! Sweet boy, you're so flustered."
"And I'm still hard..." He mumbled once we reached the restrooms. "Can you help me again?"
I smiled and pulled him into the woman's room, locking the door.

To be continued.

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Once I had locked the door, Moe was already all over me, and back to his normal self. He picked me up and had me against the wall, forcefully wrapping my legs around his waist and kissing me roughly. I felt a wave of heat rush over me, and my stomach did a flip. My breath hitched in my throat as his rough kisses moved to my neck and his teeth sunk into my skin. I knew there would be marks by the time we were done.
I kept uttering curses under my breath as his hips started bucking into mine. He couldn't wait any longer, but he wanted to tease me.
By teasing himself.
I let out a low moan as he found the most sensitive part of flesh on my neck. "Shit!" I muttered, gripping his hair and breathing heavily. "God, you're good at-"
Mother fucker cut me off with a rough placement of his lips on mine. "I know, now shut up."
I felt tears running down my thighs.
He was taking control. Holy shit. Moe's hand placement was enough to make me scream. His left hand under my thigh and the other on my face. His face was hot against mine, and when his lips left mine, he placed his forehead against my own. "Pretty girl," he said, his hand leaving my face and traveling to my other thigh as he picked me up swiftly and placed me on the counter. "I need you."
My stomach was first place in freestyle gymnastics.
I looked at the flush of pale yellow orange on his face and the pleading dominance in his eyes was enough to have me under his control. His hands moved their way from my thighs up to my waist, where he slowly and swiftly maneuvered my shirt off.
The feeling of his warm hands on my chest was almost liberating. I felt as free as I did when I told him I liked him... I watched his eyes, mesmerized by my beauty. We locked eyes for a moment and I smiled, tilting my head down a little in shyness.
"You positive you want to do this?" He asked, licking his lips a little.
I nodded, biting my lips from the inside and placing my hands on the back of his neck.
I watched as his hand swiftly and carefully unbuckled his belt.
One hand...? What else can he do...
I felt like my own boyfriend was making my decisions because of the way my hand was so quick to help him with his jeans. Moe lookey up at me for a quick second, a smirkish grin plastered onto that cute face.
He was right. About still being hard. I flinched a little as his seven inches whipped out faster than the 1960 drag races. "And you say you aren't a whore, huh?"
I smacked his arm with a reply, "Am not!"
"My whore..."
I went quiet. My face was hot and the space between my thighs was, too. I felt a smile creep onto my face, nodding silently. Moe smiled and kissed my cheek before undoing my jeans.
He grabbed my hand and slid me off the counter for a moment so I could shimmy my jeans off. Had to take my Converse off too.
I jumped back up onto the counter JEEZ was it cold on my ass. I looked at Moe, who was begging for me but in a demanding manner. He came between my legs and pulled a condom out of his back pocket. (Stay safe, kids).
I watched his face become one with the pleasure as he moved the rubber onto his cock. Moe lined himself up with my entrance and right when I thought he was going to enter, that cheeky fucker brought his fingers up to tease me some more.
I gasped and let out a moan as his fingers entered me swiftly before they started moving. "You like that?" He smiled as my expressions became lewd and degenerate.
"Mhm! Yes, oh my gosh..." I said before another moan and groan escaped my peachy lips which had previously been stained maroon. "Fuck you're good at this..."
"Anything for my girl, Y/N/N, ain't that right?"
I hummed between grit teeth. I felt a wave of sweat come over me and I watched as his member twitched. My hips bucked into his hand, his thumb now massaging my clit.
"I-I'm close..." I said as the springy feeling came back to my stomach. "I need you; I need you!" I said through grit teeth and the many, many moans.
He stopped. Moe pulled his fingers out and did a little taste test before washing his hands in the nearby sink. What was he doing? I don't know, but the next thing I did know was a, "Don't." As he shoved all of his length inside of me.
My stomach got weaker and weaker with pain and pleasure as he thrusted deeper each and every time. It wasn't too long before he was on the edge of release too.
I watched as his mouth formed into an 'O' shape before his thrusts got faster and a clapping sound started to fill the restroom. My back arched to the sky before I put a hand in his hair, pulling and tugging on it. I looked down and saw his maroon red nature trail that sprinkled along his abs and led to his member. He ravaged me like a rumble in the 50s. Every time I got distracted, he would thrust harder and harder.
The spring in my stomach was about to recoil and I couldn't hold it any longer. I whined and dug my nails into the pale-yellow flesh on his back. I felt a warm liquid on his back. I made him bleed. I could tell he didn't care, he seemed proud.
"D-Don't worry..." he mumbled, letting out a low groan and whine in my ear, "as long as my sweet girl is getting pleased by me, I-I'm okay." I bit my lip and smiled, knowing he didn't mind...
I watched as his hand moved to my abdomen where he placed his hand and applied pressure. "Wha.." I was holding on for dear life at this point, the spring in my stomach being pulled tighter and tighter every millisecond.
"Don't be shy..." Moe muttered, his eyes fluttering and his bangs sticking to his forehead with a thin layer of sweat as his thrusts slowed a little. "Cum for me, pretty girl.." I smiled and saw white, my head tossing back as my back arched so far it hurt.
I cried out for him, squealing his name. Once I came down from my high, Moe grabbed a paper towel, wet it, and had started to clean up my thighs. My breath was heavy and I could barely process what was going on. "Hey, hey, you're alright! You did amazing, okay? Your job is done.." He assured me, tossing a paper towel in the garbage can on my right. "Now it's my turn to take care of you, alright?"
I nodded and smiled at the silly yellow boy in front of me. He had helped me get dressed and walked me to the car, completely forgetting about the movie and our snacks.
We had gone home and to our surprise, we were home alone. Moe had walked me to the bedroom then went to the bathroom and started a shower.
"Meine Liebe!" He called, walking out with just his boxers on. "Do you need some help?"
"Nah, babe, I'm good."
"You sure? I'm sorry if I was too rough." I grinned and reminisced at the theatre fling. Moe had picked me up bridal style and carried me to the shower. "Hey, Liebe?"
"Ja?" I responded, looking up at my boyfriend with squinted kitten eyes and a small pouty lip.
He smiled and kissed my forehead, setting me down on the toilet and helping me get undressed down to my underwear and bra.
"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I love you." I stared at him in shock. My eyes were stinging, and I felt like I was about to cry. "You don't have to accept it..."
"Moe..." I didn't know what to say. Not once have I ever been told this. Not once have I been cherished and cared for like this. "Moe, baby..." I locked eyes with him, both sets watered with salty tears. "...I love you too...
"In fact, I love you so- so much... I mean... You're my world, you give me reason. You are my why..." I was already crying at this point. I gripped Moe's hand and looked to the floor, "Moe... You're my perfect boy, my will to live, my favorite thing, my butterfly effect... Mine."
"Y/N... You're too sweet for me... I love you so fucking much... I-... I love you to the moon and back. Du bist meine Liebe. Für immer." He held out his pinkie finger.
I intertwined mine with his, "Für immer."
He wiped my eyes and slid a hand through his hair. "My sweet girl. Right? M-I-N-E."
I nodded and stood up as he did, took off my underclothes then hopped into the shower.

Chapter Text

I was best friends with the Doodlebops. I always have been! Ever since we were little. I've even had a crush on one of them. Moe. He has always been my secret crush.
Rooney had come up to me last month and asked if I liked anybody. I said yes but didn't tell him who, obviously, but the Doodles LOVE to pry. Dee had gotten it out of me, and promised she wouldn't tell anyone. She always keeps her word.
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Today we were all planned to have a sleepover and watch a bunch of movies, but Dee and Roon had gotten busy, so it was just Moe and I. We were left out probably because we're the youngest but it was okay. I was glad I got to be alone with Moe because I've suspected he likes me back.

FLASHBACK TO LAST WEEK.

"Y/N, can you hand me the popcorn?" Moe said, smiling at me.
"Yeah, of course!" I smiled back, handing him the bowl that was way bigger than my head.
We brushed hands and I felt butterflies in my abdomen. I noticed he flushed a little. I wanted to tell him how I felt so bad at the moment. After all, friends can tell each other anything, right?
"Moe, I-" His eyebrows raised and he gave me puppy eyes in return.
Rooney had burst in unexpectedly and asked me and Moe what we were doing. "Hey, Rooney," Moe chimed.
"Hi, Moe! What are you and Y/N doing?" He smiled big.
"Just watching TV!" Moe smiled back then turned to me once Rooney left. "What did you want to say?"
I was silent and shook my head. "Nothing, nevermind." I had thought I had perfect timing. I guess not.

NOW.

I walked out of my room in my short pajama shorts and a tank top to see Moe with a blanket over his legs and lap, snuggled up on the couch. "Ready for the movie?" I asked the red-headed boy.
I guess I might've startled him, for he seemed shocked when I walked out. "Huh?! Oh, yeah!"
"Okay! I'll go make popcorn and get some candy." I turned and walked to the kitchen. I wanted to tell him tonight. We were alone and nobody would hear!
I was making the popcorn and standing in front of the microwave when I felt someone hugging me from behind. "Almost done?" Moe asked. I shook my head and in reply he dug his head into my shoulder. "Well that corn better pop, because I'm one hungry Doodlebop!"
We both laughed at his silly excuse for a rhyme. "It'll be done in three.. two.. one!"
The microwave let out a ding and as I reached for the handle, Moe grabbed my arm. I hummed in confusion.
"Let me get it!" He tilted his non-existent hat with a big grin. "M'lady."
I squinted and let out a chuckle. Why was he being so... Sweet? "I love y-.. Your hair."
"Ah, thanks, Y/N! I like yours too.." He smiled softly and set the bowl on the counter. "Wanna say what we really like about eachother?"
... This bitch knows. "Um... Sure!"
"I'll go first. I love your eyes, smile, laugh, and most of all I love the way you look at me."
"Awh, Moe! Wait, what?"
He just let out a laugh and grabbed my hand. "Your turn, Y/N." I stood there, dumbfounded.
It felt like I was in a trance. "Everything. I.. I love everything about you."
Moe nodded and grabbed my other hand, pulling me into a hug. He rested his head against mine. "Dee told me."
I hugged him tightly, gripping the back of his shirt. "She did?" He nodded before pecking my cheek.
"Let's play a bit of tag!" I stood there shocked as he ran away. "C'mon!"
A smile formed across my face. "Moe! Get back here!" I chased him around the couch a couple times before I tagged him. He grabbed me in his arms and laughed. "Hey! Let me go, this isn't fair!" I cried out playfully.
Moe laughed and carried me to the couch, setting me down gently. "Yeah, yeah... Wait here, I'll get the snacks."
I sat there waiting for him to come back. I started the movie and smiled knowing he knew. Even if I wasn't the one to tell him.
"Y/N, I'm back! Here, you can have the Nerds and the Twix for now, I'll take the KitKats and the 3 Musketeers, okay?" He said as he set down the snacks and sat so close to me. He turned to me and smiled gently.
I leaned over and pressed my lips against his. He kissed back and cupped my cheek with his hand. I imagined I was redder than a cherry at that point. We pulled away and Moe had a small glimpse of pink in his cheeks.
"Wow.." He said, his eyes fluttering.
"I'm so sorry I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or mad or-"
He leaned back in and kissed my cheek. "Be quiet, I'm watching a movie." He responded playfully. I jokingly furrowed my eyebrows and pouted.
I pulled up a blanket and snuggled under it, relaxing myself into Moe's chest. He put his arm around me and leaned his head on mine. "Y'know.. You're really amazing to be around." I smiled and looked up at him, kissing his jawline softly. "And by the way I like you too."
A giggle escaped my lips before I heard what he had said. "Huh?" I perked my head up and he looked down at me.
"I like you too." He said, smiling wide. "I love you."
I scoffed in disbelief. "I- Wh- Moe- you-..."
Before I could get another word out, Moe placed a kiss on my forehead. "It's okay, take your time." I smiled and looked up at him again.
"I love you too, Moe." I smiled. "I love you so much."
He chuckled and pressed his forehead to mine. "Promise, Y/N/N?" My smile grew bigger.
"Pinkie promise." He grinned. "That's my girl."

ONE MONTH LATER.

Moe and I had told Rooney and Dee about us being together. It had been the best month ever. We were all having a movie night tonight. It's tradition to have at least one a month, and tonight was that night.
I think Dee and Roon had started to get sick of Moe and I.. We weren't always flirting or making cute jokes like most couples, but we were always hugging and cuddling no matter what.
Sure it might've gotten a little annoying to them, but I always felt so much comfort in Moe's arms. I love my boyfriend more than anything, and this movie night was going to be awesome.
I was sitting on the couch in between Dee and Moe. We were waiting for Rooney to bring out his special snack he invented. As we were waiting, I grabbed the blanket from off the back of the couch and sprawled it across mine, Dee's and Moe's laps.
Roon rushed out with a big bowl of I don't know what. "I call it... The cheesy teasy jelly filled loony!"
Dee laughed. "The cheesy what," Moe asked, grabbing my hand.
Rooney sighed, "The cheesy teasy jelly filled loony!" We all looked at him confused. "It's like doughnut bites and cakepops, but they're filled with strawberries and a drizzle of white chocolate coloured like cheese!" I laughed a little.
"Can I try one?" I reached my hand out.
Roon smiled big, "Of course, Y/N/N!" He handed me one and everyone watched me eat it. "How is it? I hope I did well!"
Holy cow. Rooney can cook! "It's amazing! I've never had something like this, it tastes so good!"
Everyone smiled and rushed to try one.
A few minutes later, Dee and Roon had decided to move movie night to tomorrow and they left to go to the park and hang out. As the older siblings, they didn't have much time without their baby brother and wanted to bond a little!

We were halfway through the movie when I felt something on my thigh. Moe looked at me with a soft smile and he mouthed, "I love you." I smiled and placed my hand on his. I mouthed 'I love you' back.
We held hands for a moment before his hand moved up my thigh. I felt my thighs push inward and his hand was in between them now.
A slight tent appeared in the blanket to my left, on Moe. I stood up quickly and came up with an excuse. "I have to go to the bathroom really fast!"
Moe looked at me with puppy eyes. Moe said, following me to the "bathroom." I sat in Moe's room on his bed for a few seconds before he came in and playfully tackled me after he locked the door.
"Y/N!" He said quietly. "You okay?"
"Now that we're cuddling I am." I smiled and connected my lips to his forehead. "What was going on out there?" I said, softly as I placed my leg between his and kneed him slowly.
"What do you me-" He cut himself off with a low groan and he placed his forehead against mine. "Wait.. do you mean... this?"
He stood on his knees and slid his hands up my thighs. I shivered a little and nodded at him. "Yeah.. that's what I mean." I smiled and kissed him softly.
Moe kept sliding his hands further up until he reached my torso, pulling my shirt up a little to sprinkle kisses and hickeys on my stomach. "I.. love.. doing.. this.." He said between kisses. I let out a huff and a very quiet moan to which he replied with a nip at my side.
I reached my hands down and cupped his face, pulling Moe up to eye level. I glanced at his lips before he said, "This may seem silly but I've wanted to get really rowdy with you whenever you've been around." I felt my stomach do a flip and my face got really hot. "Awh, you're blushing!"
I covered my face and turned my head slightly. Moe took my hands in his, supporting himself by his elbows on either side of me. "Y-You're mean." I said playfully.
"Hey! Am not!" He tilted my face in his direction with his pointer and thumb. "If I was mean, you wouldn't want to be with me, right?"
He smiled as I nodded, glancing down a few times before leaning in slowly and placing his lips against mine. I cupped his face again and sat up a little, Moe following my every move. He slipped his tongue into the kiss and placed his hands on my waist.
I straddled his lap and placed one hand on his lower jawline, my fingers somewhat gripping the tufts of hair on his neck. I moved in a weird way and Moe let out a soft moan into the kiss. Our lips parted and I noticed his cheeks and nose were a little orange, his lips a little swelled and a red tint applied to them. I felt his bulge poking my inner thigh and he looked at me with a slight smile and his chest heaving.
He smiled and leaned forward fast enough to pin me down, I grinned and he kissed me roughly, he glided his hands up my shirt and slid it off my head. I smiled and watched as he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off swiftly, I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him in. He smiled and looked down at my body.
I noticed his bulge grew bigger in size, his pajama pants tight and thin. I also noticed the red nature trail that led to his member. He groaned and hung his head. "Hooooly shit I'm so.." He huffed quickly.
"So what, my love?"
He mumbled and I couldn't hear, but I knew he wa hard. I tugged at his waistline a little and his breath hitched in his throat. "Are we really gonna... Do this?" Moe gave me the puppy eyes except in that moment they were filled with lust and he was pleading.
I nodded and locked my eyes onto his, my face hot and his hair falling perfectly as he rested his chin on my chest for a moment. "You alright?"
Moe hummed in response and grinned. My ears got warm and I bit my lip slightly. I felt his fingers slip into the waistband of my shorts, tugging at them. I lifted myself a little and hastily, he took both my pajamas and my underwear off. "Cheetah print? Is this Jersey Shore?" I laughed at his comment and watched him stand up as he tugged his pajama pants down just enough for him to pull his length out.
I felt my jaw drop and my eyes widen. I was really fucking intimidated. I stared at him for a solid minute. "W-Woah.." I said breathily.
"Something wrong?" His eyebrows raised in a worried annotation. "Wh-"
"Shh" I sat up and held my pointer finger to his pretty lips. I grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him forward. He caught himself with his hands and sat on the bed, a very thin layer of sweat coating his face. "Moe.. You want me to ride you?"
He swallowed and nodded frantically. "Please.. Please baby.." I felt my entrance throbbing as I straddled him and he smiled up at me, his eyes fluttering through his hair. "Oh my God, you're so wet!" My face got so much hotter, I bet I looked like a peach.
He smirked and lined himself up with my pussy, helping me set myself down onto him. I gasped at first then whined while Moe let out a low moan and thrusted his hips up. We didn't move for a moment so I could adjust to his 7 inches.
In that moment, I crashed my lips against his and he held onto my waist and whimpered at the sudden movements. "Y/N.." He moaned once we pulled away, his eyes hooded. I smiled slightly and started moving. I watched as his eyes widened and his mouth gaped open.
"Oh, shit.." I said, gritting my teeth as I started to pick up the pace. He noticed a struggle and started bucking his hips up into me. I whined every time, his whimpers and pleas getting louder.
"Oh.. please, please, please, please, pleasee..." His hands started traveling up my waist before finally reaching the top of my back where he unclipped my bra and threw it on the floor, one hand traveling to my breast, the other on my hip.
We found a steady pace together and I ended up pinning him down, he looked so pretty under me. "Ooh, who's my good boy?"
Through a bit lip he spoke, "M-Me!" Our breathing was heavy and we were starting to get sweatier. "I-I-I'm a good boy! Your good boy!" I pressed my forehead onto his and leaned in, kissing him in a soft but rough way.
He moaned into the kiss as we connected our tongues. I picked up the pace then pulled away, a string of saliva between us falling onto his chest. I was whining and crying for this man, this probably being the closest I could get to him physically.
He looked up at me, placing his hand over his mouth, his whimpers making me even hotter.. My pussy throbbing as his length hit my sweet spot. I was holding back screams at this point, as I noticed a change in Moe. His eyes hooded and heavier than before, and his eyebrows furrowed.
I gasped as his grip on my waist became tighter and he flipped us over, ravaging my entrance with rough thrusts and low growls and groans, trying to hold back all whimpers he had in his throat. "Happy, pretty girl?"
I bit my lip to hold in mostly everything I wanted to let out. I got a twisted feeling in my abdomen like before, almost like someone was stretching a spring. He hit my sweet spot a couple times and I knew once he hit it again, "Shit, shit.. I'm gonna-"
I saw white and squealed his name as he hit it again. I tensed up then relaxed as the spring in my abdomen released and I felt something dripping down my thighs. "Holy shit!" Moe said as he thrusted a few more times until I felt his seed fill me.
The butterflies came back into my stomach. He pulled out and connected his forehead to mine. The beads of sweat from his hair or the tip of his nose dripping down a few times. We both agreed we needed a shower. He picked me up bridal style and carried me to his bathroom like a gentleman.
...
About an hour later, we were snuggled up together on his bed. I rested my head on his chest and he played with my semi-wet hair. "That was.. amazing," he said, kissing my head softly.
I looked up at him and smiled. "Mhm.. and to think that was our first." I replied, fluttering my eyelashes a little.
"Even better." He sighed softly and pulled a blanket over us. "I love you."
"I love you too."

Chapter Text

The rain pelted onto every inch of my body. I felt like I was about to collapse; my feet were killing me. I was about halfway home when I saw a car with its brights on. They stopped once they had reached me.
“Hey, you need a ride anywhere?”

“No, no, I’m good.” I answered, the cold rain tickling my back with every inch I moved.

“You sure? You seem really cold and scared.” They persisted. It was a woman with her kids in the back. Her eyes seemed full of concern and her eyebrows raised yet furrowed.

I looked around and lowered my head in defeat. “If you have a towel I can… I don’t want to get your seats all wet.”
“You’re in luck! We’re on our way back from the lake shore an hour and a half away… Conesus I think?” She pondered for a moment then turned to the eldest, who was quick to pull a couple towels from the back.

The woman leaned over quickly and opened the door after she had sprawled the towel across the seat. I watched her hand swiftly turn the heat on. “So where are you headed?” I finally heard the Boston accent in her voice.

“Uhhh, it’s about 4 miles away… East B street on the corner of North D, big apartment building.” I pointed to the charger cable in a manner of asking to use it. She nodded. I plugged my phone in and the swarm of notifications hit like a bus.

I had 118 new messages. Most of which were missed calls from my parents and a pack of “Where are you?” from my siblings. But someone in the mess stood out to me. Moe.

Moe had sent me 30 messages and I had 7 missed calls from him.

𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶?

𝘞𝘩𝘺'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺?

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[3 𝘔𝘐𝘚𝘚𝘌𝘋 𝘊𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘚]

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𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 4 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺

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𝘺/𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦

[𝘔𝘐𝘚𝘚𝘌𝘋 𝘊𝘈𝘓𝘓]

Oh god, I thought to myself. This was bad. Was he okay? I know how he gets when he’s worried. One time he had a panic attack so horrible Rooney and I had to hold him down and help him realise what was happening. I was snapped out of my anxiety trance by my phone ringing. It was DeeDee calling me.

“Hello?”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah, what’s up?

“Hope you know Moe’s looking for you.”

“What do you mean looking?”

The call dropped. Once we had reached the apartment building, I noticed a figure in the doorway. It’s probably Josef, the doorkeeper. Until it wasn’t. I pulled my wallet out and handed the woman a 10 dollar bill and hopped out of the car, rushing to the door. The lady and her kids didn’t question it. It's not unusual in New York.

I ran into the spiralling door and then to the front desk. Where did the figure go? It wasn’t there by the time I had gotten inside. I spoke to the worker, we’re best friends, “Hey, Stacie! Sorry, I got caught in the rain on my way back home.”

“Hey girlie! No problem! Remember rent is due next Tuesday though.”

“I know! You remind me every day. Even when I see you next door.” I chuckled. “Oh by the way-”

“Just so you know, someone came looking for you. His name was… Poe? Bo? I don’t remember, but he was just in here, I think he went up to your room.” She smiled and handed me her leftover coffee. We got the same Starbucks order. “Wait, was that your man?”

“I-... Moe? Yeah probably. Anyways, I’m gonna head up to my room. I’ll see you in the morning!”

She nodded in acknowledgement as I turned towards the stairs and made my way to the 12th floor. I prefer taking the stairs for a multitude of reasons. Number one being that it keeps me fit and number two being elevators can get too crammed for my likings. I don’t get worn out by them anymore, but it still hurt my legs and feet because of the 5 miles I walked. I was nearing my floor when I bumped into Stacie’s boyfriend, Jared. He was a drunk when I first moved in a couple years ago, but he went to rehab and he’s a great guy now.

“Oh, hey, Y/N!” He smiled as he held the door open.

“Hi, Jared, how’s it going?”

“It’s… well it’s going. Hope you have a goodnight though, I’m heading to work.” He nodded in a farewell motion.

I walked through the door and my jaw dropped when I saw Rooney and DeeDee banging on my apartment door. What they were saying was inaudible to me for the time being. I was frozen in place. What were they doing here? Why were they banging on my door? I wanted to say something and ask them what the hell was going on, but I couldn’t.

It only took a second for DeeDee to notice me. “Y/N!” She rushed towards me and gripped my arm, dragging me to my own door. “Y/N, I’m so glad you’re okay, but you need to unlock the door! Moe won’t let us in!”

Moe? What was he doing in my apartment? I unlocked the door quickly and rushed in. “Moe?” We all said in unison.

“Moe, where are you?” I called out.

“Dee, you search the left, I’ll get the centre, and Y/N, you get the right.” We all nodded and split up.

I went into my bedroom, checking under my bed, sheets, in my closet, etc., but he wasn't there. “Moe! Are you okay, where are you?”

I heard a small thump from the bathroom. I just thought it was my cat, Scotty, so I didn’t mind it one bit. I didn’t think to check there. Until…

“Y/N?” I heard a whisper. “Y/N… is that you?” From the bathroom again. I ran in there and saw Moe sitting on the floor curled into a ball. His glossy eyes met mine as I kneeled down next to him. I felt my eyebrows raise and my lip curled. His voice broke the moment he saw me. “Y/N…”

“Found him!” I called to the others as I felt myself pulled towards Moe, hugging around his neck tightly. His hands were placed tight around my waist as he sobbed into my shoulder. I stroked his hair for a moment before kissing his cheek softly and pulling away slowly. “Hey, Moe… What's wrong?”

“I-... I-...” He was a stuttering mess…

“Moe!” Dee said as she rushed into the bathroom, Rooney behind her.

They stood in the doorway, worried expressions plastered on their faces. “Moe, what’s wrong?” Rooney asked worriedly. “You can take a minute if you need!”

I watched as Moe turned away from us, his knees still curled up onto his chest, “I just want Y/N right now…”

“Oh, okay… we’ll be in the living room if you need us!” Dee said with a melancholic smile as she and Roon walked away slowly.

Moe and I sat in silence for a moment until I softly shut the door and locked it. He peeked his head around before he started to cry again. “Hey… I’m right here, what’s the problem?” Moe turned and wiped his eyes. I felt my eyes get cold and my vision went blurry. I wiped my eyes before he could see. “Moe… Honey…”

“I didn’t know where you were…” He whispered, “I was worried something b-bad happened to you… so I panicked…"

I hummed in response, "It's okay, just steady your breathing hon…"

He took a few deep breaths and that's when I noticed the blood on my floor. Moe looked up at me with his teary and shiny brown eyes. I softly grabbed his arm, lifting it up and collapsing into his chest. That's when I, too, started crying. "I'm sorry… I-I didn't mean to… I just…"

"Moe, it's okay… You're alright now, I'm safe and home. I'm still here."

He sniffled into my shoulder and then moved his face down to my chest. He did the unthinkable and pulled his sleeve up to show me the scars and blood that covered his arm. “I’m so sorry, Y/N/N… I-... I couldn’t breathe or feel anything and I was so worried you were dead or kidnapped or…”

“Moe…” I said as I pulled my own sleeves up, revealing the horrible memories of highschool. Sure, there may have been some recent ones from my last visit to my mother’s, but Moe mattered more to me at this moment. He needed to know he’s not alone in this. “Baby, I’m so sorry… You’re not alone no matter what, okay?”

He took my face in his hands and kissed my cheek. I looked him in the eyes and smiled slightly. “I love you, Y/N,” he said, wiping my tears, “what would I do without you…”

He wiped his own tears away and I stood up, helping him get up too. “Here, sweetie, let me bandage you up.” I said as I got on my tiptoes to reach my emergency harm kit.

I took out the peroxide, bandages, and tape, dampening a cotton ball with the alcohol and dabbing it lightly onto his cuts. “I’m sorry if it hurts, meine liebe.” I grabbed the bandages, tugging lightly on the coarse white fabric and looping it around Moe’s wrist slowly. I pulled a piece of tape off of the roll and applied it lightly to the bandage. I lifted his arm to my lips and pressed a kiss to it lightly.

He smiled and picked up my arm, kissing the scars on my wrist. “Erinnern… für immer." I smiled at him and brought my arms up to wrap them around his neck and lean in slowly for a kiss. He kissed back and slowly pulled his sleeve down then pulled mine down as well. “Ich liebe dich, Y/N.”

“Ich liebe dich für immer.” I said before hugging him tight, knowing that we’d always be there for each other no matter what happens or how bad life gets. I’d always be there for him when needed and he’d do the same for me.

Once we were ready to get out of the bathroom, we walked into the living room and greeted Dee and Roon. We didn’t explain what happened, “We just needed some couple time to explain and talk things out with each other.” Moe said, smiling.

I smiled knowing my sweet boy was okay.