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pharawee · 5 months

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It's Friday Sunday, and that means it's time for more omegaverse shenanigans. 🥳

Sadly, this will be my last Pit Babe novel commentary post for a while because the main story only has 25 chapters. But worry not! Apparently there's a few extra chapters and if anything significant happens you'll be the first to know (but don't be surprised if it's just chapter upon chapter of kinky sex - that's just how Daddy and Papa Charlie and Babe roll).

If you want to catch up, you can find parts 1, 2, 3 & 4 here.

As for this part - expect major spoilers, shenanigans (both omegaverse and not), family reunions, family reunions... and fun card games. But more on that later.

For now, let's get back to Babe, who's apparently rich enough to own a white Ferrari. Show-off. He's currently on his way back to Khun Tony, and he's such a brat about it that he fools the guards into letting him through. Things escalate from there. Babe threatens to bring Tony to justice once and for all, to which Tony reacts with mild bemusement. He's no longer interested in Babe since he's lost his powers, and he even taunts him with Charlie's (supposed) death. No, Tony didn't want Charlie dead. He merely wanted to incapacitate him in order to bring him back home (because car accidents are such a precise science...). It's a pity that Charlie died but, really, at least he's free now. Or something.

This man must have stupid amounts of money to throw at all of his plans because, quite honestly, they're shit. Oh well, at least we know where Way learned his... well, unnecessarily long-winded (TEN YEARS!!) ways.

Babe has heard enough but sadly Kenta steps in before he can get his hands on Tony. This leads to more taunting and the appearance of Way, who casually slings Babe over his shoulder and forcibly removes him from the premises. Which leaves the guards like, "who tf even was that weirdo?" Oh, to be a guard in Khun Tony's employment...

(photoshop is my passion)

Meanwhile, Charlie (alive and, uh, relatively well) is still busy having his stolen powers exorcised by Babe's long-lost dad (the real one this time). The more he uses a particular ability, the longer it takes to meditate out of him. No, seriously, Reval and Charlie are basically just sitting in a room mind-palacing the powers away. Apparently it's very draining.

They also talk about Charlie's guilt, and how he believes it's best to stay away from Babe as not to hurt him again. Sure, he could leave the final decision to Babe but even that, he fears, might be selfish of him as that leaves Babe with the burden of having to decide in the first place. No matter what he does, it will cause Babe both happiness and pain - just like when Charlie's initial selfishness brought him closer to Babe and then almost drove him away entirely. Charlie's mind is going in circles. He's so protective of Babe that he doesn't realise - no matter his intentions, no matter his inaction - he can't untangle himself from the hurt he's already caused and will cause going forward.

Oh, and by the way? That moment when Charlie "died" in the hospital and Babe thought he was getting his powers back and had to listen in on every excruciating detail of Charlie's body shutting down? Yeah, turns out that was Charlie causing (mass) hallucinations and slowing down his body functions. Poor Alan had to go identify Charlie's body in the morgue while Babe was in such a bad way that he basically stopped functioning.

I've said this before and I'll say it again: what the hell, Charlie, you positively traumatised the poor boy. Could you maybe have kicked the bucket a little less dramatically? Did you really have to enact all of Babe's worst nightmares to make it more convincing? Just because you mean well (and didn't do it over the span of TEN YEARS for weird omegaverse breeding purposes) doesn't make it all right.

But more on that later.

Babe has made his way to a safe house. There, he meets Pete - the oldest of Tony's sons and currently AWOL, same as Babe. Pete is adorable, all sunshine and puppies and right-hand man of a local mafia boss. Or something. Because, you see, Pete figured out early on that the only way to leave Tony was to seek the protection of someone even worse. So he started working with the mafia, as you do. Apparently, he's so good at his job that he's convinced them all to go straight. Now he's studying to become a doctor. Oh, and also planning Tony's demise by preparing a really effective presentation.

That's where Babe comes in. Him visiting Tony's mansion was all a distraction - a sleight of hand, if you will. Even though he complains about Way manhandling him (Pete offers to get him a masseuse for the pain) it was all part of their plan:

While Babe distracted the guards by making a big stink, Way snuck into Tony's evil room of plotting (or something) and stole all of his evil data. When he later dragged Babe outside, he used the opportunity to slip the data stick into his pocket. On it there's evidence of all of Tony's evil business transactions. It would be easy to give it to the police, but Pete cautions against it. The evidence would simply vanish - something that has apparently happened many times before. Instead, Pete plans to reveal all of Tony's evil deeds in a way that makes it impossible for anyone to ignore.

We cut to Charlie and Babe sharing a cute moment. Wait, what?

"I've never loved anyone this much before." Babe's voice was soft, as if he didn't really want to accept reality, but he couldn't help but share those feelings with [Charlie]. "I'm afraid that if I love you too much, it will make you uncomfortable. [...] I'm afraid I can't love you as well as you love me."

Is it a dream? A memory? A (shared) vision? Whatever it is, before Babe wakes up from it, he and Charlie share some fundamental truths about themselves. About how Babe doesn't really know how to act now that he's in a relationship because he's never been allowed to be in love. About how he feels vulnerable and unsure, afraid of taking too much instead of giving back. But Charlie reassures him that he likes Babe just the way he is. He feels very loved, and anyway, he's also never loved anyone before so it's not like he has any grounds for comparison.

Meanwhile, Charlie also just woke up. He's given away the last of his powers and he's very exhausted. Jeff is with him to keep him company. Outside, it's just stopped raining. The rain makes Charlie think of Babe because it accompanied them throughout their relationship: when they argued, when they fought, and when they first became boyfriends.

"And the first day you became a normal person, it also rained," Jeff added with a small smile [...]. "But you couldn't see it in time. Only I saw." "Yes, when I woke up, the rain had already stopped." "Maybe that's a good sign." "A good sign?" "Yes," the young man nodded lightly. "Because the rain has stopped. [...] The sky is clear now."

What is this? Allegory? In my omegaverse novel??

There's always been a shadow hanging over Charlie and Babe's relationship - heavy and dark like a rain cloud, constantly reminding them of their past, their powers and the lies it took for them to even meet. Charlie has worked hard to rid them of their powers, and Babe is busy taking action against Tony. Maybe honesty and trust are all that stand in the way of them getting their happily ever after...

Until then, all they have is last night's dream, because as it turns out Charlie shared Babe's vivid memory. Babe's powers were the last to get exorcised and perhaps it created a momentary psychic bond between them. You never know with these omegaverse x-men.

What follows is the moment we've all been waiting for: the grand finale. The Ides of... whatever month this is but I hope Khun Tony gets stabbed to death by all of his adopted children. Et tu Way!

Meanwhile, Khun Tony is throwing a party. And by party I mean a human trafficking auction where he sells off some of his beloved children to fellow rich people. Charming. Why bother with a plan at all? Why not set everything on fire?

Right, because Pete really, really wants everyone to see his presentation.

Currently, Babe is disguising himself as a waiter. We all know waiting (and retail) staff are invisible to most people so no one recognises him except for one lone guard who's so smitten that he asks Babe out on a date.

Pete is also in disguise while Way pretends to be a good son and accompanies Tony for some good old-fashioned evil mingling. Their plan is to disrupt the auction and reveal all of Tony's illegal machinations.

This is a very questionable idea because I don't know about you but if I was at an auction trying to buy a child I'd probably not care if the auctioneer was evil. I'd probably ask for a slice of the evil pie.

Just as Babe is about to set their plan in motion, he's interrupted by Kenta. Uh-oh.

But, much like Pete and Way, Kenta too has had enough of Tony and was just waiting for the perfect moment to act. He assures Babe that he won't interfere. In fact, it was him who let Way into Tony's evil room of plotting to gather all of the incriminating info on him. Et tu Kenta!

"About helping you guys, this is a personal matter. [...] I have a brain, I can think for myself, and I know what to do. [...] But not everyone has many choices. Especially me. I can't make the same choice as you. [...] So, this is the best I can do. [...] You can handle the rest yourself, right?"

And so, Kenta leaves this story (presumably with some of Tony's financial assets) never to be seen again. What a shame. Kim's existence in the series will hopefully fix this.

Meanwhile, the auction is about to begin. I mean, the... uh, fundraising for poor, underprivileged children who also happen to have powers. Everyone's delighted - except for the poor kids who are led on stage one by one and then sold off like priced cattle. The thought alone makes Babe sick. Would the same have happened to him if he hadn't run away that day (no Babe, I thought we had established that you'd have been part of the breeding program...)?

And now, after having watched episode 5 of the tv series, I wonder if this is where the plot will lead us in lieu of the omegaverse plot. Tony mentioned an auction. I wonder if his goal is to sell Babe (and any other of his adopted children) for profit.

Anyway.

Babe's thoughts are cut short by a guard patrolling in front of Pete and his hiding place. Babe decides to check things out but he's quickly overwhelmed by the much stronger guard. He starts choking Babe and things almost go from bad to worse until someone unexpected comes to Babe's rescue.

That someone is Charlie - and there's a short, sweet and intense reunion between them that proves all of his fears wrong:

"I'm sorry." "It's okay," Babe let go of the hug and immediately responded without stopping for a second, his palms framed the other man's cheeks, before kissing his entire face: his forehead, nose, cheeks and lips. "It's okay, Charlie. Really, it's okay." The beautiful alpha hugged the tall young man again while repeating "It's okay" over and over again until the listener felt guilty.

Well, that was easy. But more on that later.

Charlie, Babe and Pete quickly catch up and then join forces. Pete is amazed that Charlie gave up his powers to escape Tony's clutches, going so far as to even fake his death to protect his loved ones. He's also amazed that he'd even dare come here - powerless and without a nifty presentation.

(And also, how does this whole having no powers thing even work? Did Reval - and in turn Charlie when he stole Babe's powers - rewrite Charlie's whole dna? Because how else would that even affect Tony's evil breeding program? And why am I so concerned about the specifics of omegaverse shenanigans? For all I know none of these characters even know or care about dna.)

It's quickly decided - probably due to Charlie's lack of nifty presentations - that they'll continue following Pete's plan. But wait, where is Jeff? There's no way he'd have let Charlie come here on his own!

Back at the auction, another child is led onto the stage to be sold. It's none other than Jeff. The auction grinds to a halt while Tony attempts to save face. This leaves Jeff with enough time to introduce himself and his powers. His name is Jeff, he's a 20-year-old omega and he can see the future.

"In no more than ten minutes, everyone in this room will have the same future." Jeff looked around the room with a bright smile before saying his next sentence which made the entire meeting room fall silent. "That is, death." The little Omega smiled broadly as if his own prediction was very pleasant.

I love Jeff so much. Make them suffer!

He then adds that there's a bomb hidden in the building and it will go off if even one person attempts to leave. Who even needs nifty presentations when you've got... Oracle Omega (no seriously, this is what the novel - or rather, the machine translation - calls him. Maybe it's his code name).

Everyone is then forced to watch Pete's presentation. I really, really hope it looks something like this:

I'm not joking, it has talking cartoon dogs. Interactive talking cartoon dogs overlaid with incriminating voice files of Tony.

Turns out Tony's guests are okay with human trafficking and buying children but they draw the line at violence and murder embezzlement. Everyone is all shocked and clutching their pearls and secretly very glad that their names don't come up in this weird cartoon dog powerpoint presentation.

Tony's acting all cool until the cartoon dogs reveal that this presentation is broadcast live and for everyone to see - this includes live footage of the auction.

But it's never too late to fix your past mistakes so Tony draws his gun on Jeff because he would have gotten away with it too if it weren't for you meddling kids!

Luckily, Way quickly intervenes before Tony can fire his gun, but even though Tony's many guards are somewhat suspicious of a little guy with a bomb and someone who hypnotises people for a living, they're quickly overpowered. In the control room above, Charlie, Babe and Pete don't fare much better.

Everything seems lost until there's a loud crash.

It's Alan in a black supercar and he's crashed through the doors leading to the auction hall.

They're on the second floor (it is sadly later revealed that Alan didn't drive up the stairs - the car was already parked in front of the doors because this is what rich people do to impress other rich people, I guess).

But Alan isn't alone. He's brought several other racers, among them Six (Babe's old rival who was probably turned into either Kim or Winner in the series). Six is a powerful alpha who can cause mass hallucinations that are so strong that they're banned by law.

Yeah.

Tony's guards are going down!

Meanwhile, Tony has had enough. He locks down the whole mansion so no one can escape. Charlie, Babe and Pete make their way up to the roof because there might be a skylight without security doors. They have guns, the many guards have guns, but it's okay because this is where Pete enigma powers come in.

You see, Pete has super control over his whole body, meaning that he never misses a shot.

I guess this explains this bit in the series (except for the part where the arrows are all over the place). But also congrats to Way for his future boyfriend with amazing body control.

While Pete is busy being awesome, Charlie and Babe lament the fact that they're probably going to die here when there's so much sex still to be had. :((((

Things are looking dire indeed. They're surrounded and out of bullets. One of the guards takes aim at Babe but before the bullet can hit him Charlie intervenes by jumping into its path. Miraculously, he's okay.

But that's because a few steps away Way has also jumped into the bullet's path and it's hit him instead. Babe is in shock. He hates Way for what he's done but in a way he's still his best friend. While Alan unsuccessfully tries to stop the bleeding Babe comes closer:

"Babe…" Way's dry voice called out his name as soon as he knelt beside him. "This is all I can do." Babe was silent, he just stared at his former best friend's face, tears flowing silently, without him even realizing it. "I know whatever price I pay, it probably won't be enough. But this is all I can do." Way's voice is very soft, as light as his breath. "…. I'm sorry for being a friend like this.."

And then he dies. Babe is inconsolable, sobbing and tightly hugging Way's lifeless body. He's still angry with Way, and he'll never forgive him for what he's done, but he didn't want him to die.

They better change this whole part in the series or I'll riot. I watched Nut Supanut die once in Something in my Room and I still haven't recovered.

Their victory is overshadowed by Way's death. Tony is apprehended alive and taken into custody. His evil alpha trafficking and breeding program is no more.

A little while later, Charlie finds Babe sitting alone in the mansion's garden. They talk, and Charlie apologises once more for letting Babe believe that he was dead. If Babe wants him to, he will disappear from his life and even stop racing cars so that they'll never have to meet again. This is all he can do: give Babe the freedom to decide for himself. But Babe only asks him if he truly wants to leave, and of course Charlie doesn't. And that's that. Babe has made his choice. He has decided long ago that he wants Charlie in his life.

Their long-lasting painful lives ended in the garden of the mansion that raised them to grow up like caged animals, allowing them to meet and fall in love. Today, everything has ended. It ended with the falling rain washing away their blood stains, sweat and tears, as well as a sweet kiss that he had been thinking about for a long time, making him feel able to stand in the rain without feeling afraid.

Oh, the rain allegory (and also oh, the bad machine translation)!

The novel ends quietly with Way's funeral, eerily similar to Charlie's fake funeral a few weeks prior. It's attended by the same handful of people. Even the clothes they wear are the same (which is convenient, I guess, but also... ouch!). Despite his many wrongdoings, people loved Way - and this includes Babe. And as it turns out, it was Way who got rid of whoever caused Babe's racing accident. He never told anyone about it.

Babe stays behind with Charlie and mourns his friend. He recognises that his feelings of friendship and betrayal are both valid and important (and later on it's established that Babe actively works on processing his traumatic experiences with the help of mediaction and therapy - and you know, I really appreciate the novel's nuanced approach to a character's mental health. It's an incredibly rare thing to see in Thai BL and an even rarer thing in most kinky stories). He won't forgive Way but...

"In the next life, please be kind to me. Don't deceive me again [...} Be a good friend, idiot!"

Which is as much of a peace-offering as anyone can hope for - wishing to meet each other again in the next life under better circumstances. Negl, I teared up because it's such a bittersweet thing to say. 😭

Meanwhile, Alan and Jeff have gone ahead and are talking in the car. Their ending is vaguely romantic (with their growing relationship hopefully developing further in the bonus chapters) but for now, all Alan asks of Jeff is to accept him in his heart as his brother. Please, don't phi nong me, novel!

And because this is Pit Babe the novel, we get one last drawn out sex scene that consists of Charlie trying to cheer Babe up by suggesting a game of naughty cards. A bit like strip uno, I guess. Naturally, Babe wins, but Charlie is allowed to leave his glasses on - and wear nothing but an apron while he gives Babe the bestest and longest and absolutely mindblowing (yes, there's a lot of blowing too) dicking of his life. Babe, my man, enjoy. You truly deserve it.

The End.

No wait, the novel actually ends with Babe and Charlie racing again for this year's title of King of the Hollow. Charlie is very skilled now, and it's very close but I'm relieved to say that Babe's experience and talent isn't all for nothing and OF COURSE HE FUCKING WINS.

The End.

Hold on, wait. I forgot about the part where Charlie takes Babe to see Reval - his real father. And of course Babe forgives him and it's all very sweet and they live happily ever after.

THE END. For real this time. Except for the bonus chapters. And unless the mpreg happens there (I mean, Jeff and North are technically available...), that's it for the omegaverse shenanigans.

When I first started writing these commentary posts I never thought they'd become so detailed and long - or that people would actually be interested in reading them. Thank you so much to everyone who left replies and tags. Sharing the insanity and reading everyone's reactions was honestly the best part of it all. May Pit Babe the series treat us kindly, and may none of us ever pop up in a cartoon dog powerpoint presentation. 🙏

#pit babe #pit babe the series #pit babe spoilers #pit babe meta #bl meta #jane watches stuff #it took me days to write this and i hope it doesn't show #the length got somewhat out of hand but i hope it's still fun to read #man what a ride #(and i'm not just talking about charlie and babe's favourite pastime)

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bubbipond · 3 months

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Don't laugh at me but why am I just now realizing the significance of timing when Alan asks Charlie when is Jeff coming back to work??? Prior to Jeff working at the garage Alan really didn't have anyone to vent to and like we see when Jeff finds him working at one of Jeff's stations, work is his only outlet. Then after Jeff leaves we see he also uses a punching bag to relieve stress as well. But when Jeff was present we got these two instances:

Jeff letting Alan vent about not having enough money for the whole team. Then Jeff consoled him by reminding him if he was a bad boss no one would have stayed that long.

Then we see it again after a conversation with Dean in which Jeff helps him figure out a solution to the money problem. He even relents to Jeff that he had not, in fact, found a solution even though he was putting on airs for Dean.

So, after Jeff left he was back on his own with no one to talk to. And what happened right before talking to Charlie you ask? His argument with Dean left him upset and without his secretly caring mechanic.

Then Jeff comes back and we see yet another Dean fight (my boy was on the slow roll to psychopath early on) and who does he find solace in???

I am in complete shambles. I love them so much....Give me another drama, darn it!!!!

#pit babe the series #alan x jeff #thai bl #alanjeff #pit babe #saipon #sailubpon #sailub #me=rambles

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bonkwosher · 9 months

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omg if you wrote more alan grant x reader i will literally name my firstborn after you. you write him so well bless you 🥹

A/N: Lmao, will do Anon. I have no prompt from this so I'll figure out my own one.

Prompt: "4. understanding each other without words 5. recognizing the sound of their steps 15. watching their oblivious s/o lovingly 38. craving their company after a stressful day" From this prompt list (I've used it before for Benoit Blanc). 1000% friends to lovers rn.

Pairing(s): Teacher!Alan Grant x Colleague!GN!Reader

Contains: Teacher!Alan, Teacher!Reader, Alan having a long day with back pain, mentions of trauma (Jurrasic Park incident), panic attacks

Word Count: 2k

It was stupid, your little crush on the lead paleontologist at the dig site. You were the site manager, in charge of ensuring everything ran smoothly. Really you were just a Business 101 teacher, but Dr. Alan Grant himself requested that you manage the site. How could you say no? Your break room crush wanted you all the way out in the badlands of Snakewater, Montana with him. Okay, maybe not just him but there's something here, right? You've known each other for years, you sit in on his lessons when you're not teaching. He smiles when he sees you enter the room. You could only hope there's something special.

For now, you sit in the teacher's tent reading some papers that were dropped off with the food for the week. Dr. Sattler, the lead paleobotanist, was making some food for herself. A cup of tea sat on the table in front of you, occasional sips being taken. You heard footsteps move past you outside the tent. It was a light stomping & slow, it was Alan, & boy did he need coffee.

"Morning, Alan," you spoke the moment he grabbed at the tent's curtain door.

Alan was taken aback a little, shaking his head before pinching his nose, "Good morning, Y/N."

It was cute, the way he stumbled to the coffee machine. It was already on considering Ellie used it. He lazily pressed each button, rubbing his face with both hands afterward.

"Rough night, Dr. Grant?" You spoke, a teasing edge on your voice.

Alan froze for a split second before speaking, "How did you know?"

"Is it not obvious?" Your reply caused him to turn around, coffee now in hand.

Alan turned to Ellie with a confused look, to which she responded, "Looks like normal Alan to me."

"Well, I did have a rough night. I tweaked my back near the end of the day yesterday, sleeping was hell."

The dark circles under his eyes were becoming obvious. You couldn't help but pout a little in response. It would be weird to offer a massage. He's just a work friend.

"Well try to rest today," you suggested with a reassuring smile.

He waved off your suggestion, figuratively & literally, "No, no, some of the students found a really good fossil with that computer thing. It would be a shame to miss out on that, & I can't let them mess up such a beautiful fossil."

You stood up from the table & set the papers down, "Well I'm all caught up on work on my end. Mind if I come with you? Tap a few bones with a chisel maybe?"

Alan looked down & chuckled at your statement before shaking his head once more & looking up. A cheery sigh escaped him as he looked into your eyes.

"There is much for you to learn about paleontology, Y/N."

You were standing across from Alan as he was sprawled out on the ground, brush in hand, lightly brushing dirt away. You didn't notice the dopey smile you had on your face till Alan looked up at you, a chuckle escaping his lips.

"What?" You asked, laughing & putting your hands on your hips.

"You're standing around lookin' cute, I thought you were going to join me in the dirt," he teased back.

You both blushed. Not that either of you noticed the other was freaking out just as much. Alan couldn't believe he was so forward &, frankly, you couldn't gather that he might actually have feelings for you. You quickly turned around to hide your blush, Alan's heart sinking. You turned back around, with equal speed, brush in hand. You kneeled down on the dirt, leaning on your elbows & finding yourself in a similar position to Alan. You began brushing the dirt away. You tried to sneakily watch Alan to see if you were doing it right. His brows were furrowed as he brushed at the bone in front of him.

"Dr. Grant! I brought the supplies from this week's dropoff!" A student called out, a pile of boxes high enough to block their vision was shaking in their arms.

You couldn't help but freeze as the kid stepped towards the site. A few more steps & he'd surely step on the bones, inevitably freaking out & accidentally dropping everything. He'd be dead by dawn if Alan had anything to do with it. Luckily, Alan intervened early, shooting up quickly to stop the kid. A groan escaped him as he reached his hands out.

"James, the table is this way!" He tried not to sound too upset.

"Sorry, Dr. Grant!" James apologized as he turned towards the aforementioned table.

Alan's right hand darted to his back, applying pressure as best he could. You stood up slowly, noticing Alan's attempt at hiding the pained grimace on his face. You began walking towards him as he gripped his hat on his head, crushing it between his fingers.

"Professor!" Your focus was drawn to someone shouting your title, considering you were the only non-doctor here, "You got some faxes, the receipts from today need to be revised & sent to the school!"

You realized now it was your assistant calling out, a student volunteer getting work experience in the weirdest of locations. You thanked them as you grazed a hand over Alan's back.

"Please rest," you whispered to him as you walked away.

As you went off to do your work, it was Alan's turn to freeze. He may be good under pressure, when deadlines are coming, or even when dinosaurs think he would make a perfect midnight snack; But god did he feel absolutely helpless under your touch. He felt himself leaning into the touch & now he was stuck in this awkward bent hip position. He sighed as he adjusted his posture, convincing himself that it wasn't your touch that suddenly made the pain go away. Coincidence, he'll call it. He got back into an uncomfortable position, determined to get a good look at this fossil by nightfall.

By the time you left your "office" tent, it was dark. You looked towards the dig site to see some floodlights pointed towards the fossil. A couple eager students, & likely, Dr. Alan were hard at work. Dr. Sattler would soon come to end their fun & make sure the students got their 8 hours of rest in. You decided bed sounded much more comfortable than attempting to get them to sleep anyways. You opened the door to your trailer, letting it shut behind you. You toed off your shoes & took off your button-up & pants, changing into less dusty clothes before climbing into bed. You gave it one last good stretch before plopping onto your bed. You got comfortable, adjusting a couple pillows before feeling right.

A couple knocks hit your door, "Y/N, are you awake?"

Alan was trying to be quiet in case you were asleep but you could tell he needed to see you. You stood up slower than usual, you were tired after all, & opened the trailer door. Alan's arms twitched up slightly, he retracted them.

"Can I-"

You interrupted him, "Of course."

Alan's arms darted around your waist. From his place, a step below you on the trailer stairs, his head reached the crook of your neck. He nestled into place quickly, as if you had done this a million times. In reality, you & Dr. Grant had hugged once.

That time he hadn't asked, he knew he caught you off guard & he beat himself up about it ever since. It was his first day back on campus after he mysteriously left for an island with Dr. Sattler. You had come in to check on him after your classes, which happened to be late that night, & found him in his office. He was hunched over his work, head in his hands. The office door was left ajar, maybe he was still running office hours? Nonetheless, you pushed the door open slightly & knocked as you did so. You seemed to scare the life out of him. He jumped back & out of his seat, throwing papers into the air with him.

He yelled something barely intelligible, sounding maybe like, "GET BACK!"

"Alan! It's me, Y/N," You tried to calm your colleague as you walked toward him, his eyes were going everywhere but in your direction.

You managed to get a couple feet in front of him, his hand was clutching his chest & his breathing was beyond fast.

"Alan, I need you to take deeper breaths," You spoke as you reached out to touch his hand, "Please."

Finally, his eyes met yours, your hand wrapping around the one that held his chest so tightly. The genuine look of concern in your eyes grounded him. He looked around the room to see he was safe in his, albeit, now messy, office. Without thinking he scooped you into a hug. You were shocked at first by the sudden movement, your hands took a moment to find their place. In the moment, Alan didn't process that he caught you off guard, that would haunt him later. Right now, you were the one thing making him know he was safe, & holding you felt right. He had barely spoken to you before this. You were another teacher in the giant school that was U of M. But in the few times he's spoken to you, he's fallen hard. It surprised him that you stopped by, he was hoping you weren't there to ask him about Jurrasic Park.

You never did, & after that night you were always around. You sat in on his lessons & he even sat in on yours on the rare occasion. You offered to talk to him about whatever happened if he ever wanted, he never did. Alan was stubborn that way, he didn't like talking about feelings.

So you'd be lying if you said it didn't shock you when Alan asked to come into your trailer late that night. He sat down on the "kitchen" chair & looked up at you, pulling his hat off & setting it in his lap. His eyes quickly decided looking at the floor was more comfortable.

"Sorry, if I'm intruding, I had a rough day."

"You're not intruding, Alan, you never are," you tried to find eye contact but there was none, "You want to talk about anything?"

A long moment of silence sat between you. Alan was clearly fighting himself on something. Finally, a sigh escaped him.

"Do you remember... that night in my office?"

He didn't have to explain, of course, you knew, "Yes."

"It happened again, last night."

"I'm so sorry, Alan."

"Don't be," He had a clear train of thought & you couldn't break it, "I fell & hurt my back, I was terrified. I wanted to run to you but the fear that something was outside kept me trapped."

He wanted to run... to you?

"I've been in so much pain all day," he continued, "& it felt so isolating to keep last night to myself, bad isolating. When you just knew something was wrong-"

Alan stood up & took your hands in his, his eyes found yours just as quickly, "How did you know?"

"You looked, not like you, if that makes sense. I just knew."

Alan's hands darted to the sides of your face but yet again, froze. His eyes were filled with determination & fear. You weren't scared. You lifted your hands to guide him. His hands now resting on each side of your jawline. In the silence, Alan lightly traced a line across your cheek with his right thumb. You gave him the smallest of nods, looking deep into his eyes. Alan pulled you in for a deep kiss, a sigh escaping him when you kissed back. In a moment, you were separated again.

"Mind if I stay the night?" Alan spoke softly.

"I would love that."

A/N: This took me so long & I can't believe I didn't get burnt out. I am so happy with this.

#alan grant x reader #alan grant #jurrasicpark #jurrasic park #gay #gn reader #lgbt #lgbtq #gender neutral reader #jurrasic park x reader #angst #alan grant angst #alan grant fluff #prompt #prompt list #writing prompt

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Song Master List, dm for links

[last updated 02/22/24]

(note: songs that have been crossed out are temporarily unavailable but will be restored as soon as possible 🙏)

Ain’t Nothin’ ‘Bout You LIVE (Brooks & Dunn Cover)

A Little More Like You ACOUSTIC

All Night Diner ACOUSTIC

All Of The Girls (Lover Unreleased) STUDIO

American Boy ACOUSTIC

American Girl STUDIO (Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers Cover)

Am I Ready For Love ACOUSTIC

Angelina ACOUSTIC

A Place In This World (demo) STUDIO

Baby Blue ACOUSTIC

Baby Don’t You Break My Heart Slow ACOUSTIC (Vonda Shepard cover)

Barnyard Song STUDIO

Beautiful Days ACOUSTIC

Beautiful Eyes STUDIO

Being With My Baby ACOUSTIC

Better Man (original demo) STUDIO

Better Off STUDIO

Brand New World ACOUSTIC

Breathless STUDIO (Better Than Ezra cover)

Brought Up That Way STUDIO

By the Way ACOUSTIC

Cannonball ft. Justin Beiber STUDIO

Can’t Stop Loving You LIVE (Phil Collins cover)

Check Out This View ACOUSTIC

Closest To A Cowboy ACOUSTIC

Cold As You (demo) STUDIO

Come In With The Rain (demo) STUDIO

Crazier STUDIO

Crazier (alternate demo) STUDIO

Cross My Heart ACOUSTIC

Dark Blue Tennessee STUDIO

Dark Blue Tennessee (piano) STUDIO

Diary Of Me STUDIO

Didn’t They ACOUSTIC

Don’t Hate Me For Loving You ACOUSTIC

Down Came The Rain Deric Ruttan (Taylor is just backing vocals on this one) ACOUSTIC

Drama Queen STUDIO

Drive (For Daddy Gene) LIVE (Alan Jackson cover)

Drive All Night (Just South of Knowing Why) STUDIO

Fall Back On You ACOUSTIC

Fearless (demo) ACOUSTIC

Fire ACOUSTIC

Firefly ACOUSTIC

Forever Winter (original demo) STUDIO

For You ACOUSTIC

Gracie ACOUSTIC

Half-Way To Texas ACOUSTIC

Her ACOUSTIC

Here You Come Again STUDIO (Dolly Parton Cover)

Hold On ACOUSTIC(?)

Honey Baby ACOUSTIC

Hopelessly Devoted To You STUDIO (?) (Olivia Newton-John Cover)

Houston Rodeo ACOUSTIC

I’d Lie STUDIO

I Heart ? STUDIO

I Know What I Want STUDIO(?)

I’m Every Woman STUDIO (Whitney Houston cover)

I’m Only Me When I’m With You (demo) STUDIO

In The Pouring Rain ACOUSTIC

Invisible (demo) STUDIO

I Used To Fly ACOUSTIC

I Wished On A Plane ACOUSTIC

Just South Of Knowing Why (Drive All Night) STUDIO

Kid In The Crowd ACOUSTIC

Leavin’ LIVE (Jesse McCartney cover)

Let’s Go (Battle) STUDIO

Live For The Little Things ACOUSTIC

Long Time Coming STUDIO

Look At You Like That ACOUSTIC

Love They Haven’t Thought of Yet ACOUSTIC

Love To Lose ACOUSTIC

Lucky You STUDIO

Made Up You ACOUSTIC

Making Up For Lost Love STUDIO

Mandolin ACOUSTIC

Mary Jo ACOUSTIC

Matches ACOUSTIC

Me And Britney ACOUSTIC

Missing You LIVE ft Tyler Hilton (Tyler Hilton cover)

My Cure STUDIO

My Cure (alternate lyrics) ACOUSTIC

My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark LIVE ft. Fall Out (Fall Out Boy cover)

My Turn To Be Me ACOUSTIC

Nashville LIVE (David Mead cover)

Need You Now STUDIO

Need (Lover Unreleased) STUDIO

Never Fade ACOUSTIC

Never Mind STUDIO

Never Mind (Country Version) STUDIO

Oh My My My (Mary’s Song demo) STUDIO

One-Sided Goodbye ACOUSTIC

One Thing (Bye Bye Baby original demo) STUDIO

Our Last Night (Better Than Ezra cover) ACOUSTIC

Our Song (demo) STUDIO

Perfect Have I Loved ACOUSTIC

Perfectly Good Heart (demo) STUDIO

Permanent Marker STUDIO

Picture to Burn (original demo) STUDIO

Picture to Burn 2006 original (homophobic version) STUDIO

Picture to Burn (alternate production w/ extended outro) (demo) STUDIO

Picture To Burn LIVE ft Def Leppard

Picture to Burn (war cry demo) ACOUSTIC

Point Of View ACOUSTIC

Pour Some Sugar On Me LIVE ft. Def Leppard (Def Leppard cover)

Rain Song ACOUSTIC

Red (demo) STUDIO

R-E-V-E-N-G-E STUDIO

Ride On ACOUSTIC

Riptide LIVE from BBC Studios (Vance Joy cover)

Run LIVE (George Strait cover)

Run (original demo) (clip) ACOUSTIC

Same Girl ACOUSTIC

Shake It Off (demo) STUDIO

“Slut!” Acoustic Version STUDIO

Smokey Black Nights STUDIO

Songs About You STUDIO

Sparks Fly original lyrics LIVE

Spinning Around ACOUSTIC

Stupid Boy ACOUSTIC

Sugar ACOUSTIC

Superstar (demo) ACOUSTIC

Superstar (demo) STUDIO

Sweet Escape LIVE (Gwen Stefani cover)

Sweet Nothing (piano remix) STUDIO

Sweet Tea And Gods Graces STUDIO

Sweet Tea And Gods Graces (acoustic) ACOUSTIC

Teardrops On My Guitar (demo) STUDIO

Tell Me STUDIO

Tell Me ACOUSTIC

Ten Dollars And A Six Pack ACOUSTIC

Tennessee ACOUSTIC

That’s Life ACOUSTIC

That’s When (original demo) ACOUSTIC

The Diary Of Me STUDIO

The Other Side Of The Door (demo) STUDIO

The Outside (demo) STUDIO

There’s Your Trouble (Dixie Chicks cover) STUDIO

Thinking About You ACOUSTIC

Thirteen Blocks STUDIO

This Here Guitar ACOUSTIC

This Is Really Happening STUDIO

This Is What You Came For (possibly ai) (demo) STUDIO

Tied Together With A Smile (demo) ACOUSTIC

‘Til Brad Pitt Comes Along ACOUSTIC

Tim Mcgraw (piano demo) ACOUSTIC

Tim Mcgraw (guitar demo) ACOUSTIC

Tim Mcgraw (byron gallimore demo) STUDIO

Umbrella LIVE (Rihanna cover)

Under My Head ACOUSTIC

Wait For Me STUDIO

Welcome Distraction STUDIO

We Were Happy (piano demo) ACOUSTIC

We Were Happy (original demo) STUDIO

What Do You Say STUDIO

What To Wear STUDIO

White Horse (piano demo) STUDIO

Who I’ve Always Been STUDIO

You All Over Me (original demo) STUDIO

You Do ACOUSTIC

You Don’t Have To Call ACOUSTIC

Your Anything LIVE

Your Face STUDIO

You’re Losing Me STUDIO

You’re On Your Own Kid (strings remix) STUDIO

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Óen (Part 3)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Thunderbirds Are Go and HTTYD crossover.

Here is the next bit. sorry we haven't gotten to the meat of this fic yet, but we are nearly there :D

Again, thank you to @onereyofstarlight and @idontknowreallywhy for all their support on this project ::hugs them both tight::

Have a little foot :D

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“Hey, are you awake?”

The voice was a young one.

“Máthair, he’s waking up!”

There was a scuttle of feet beside him and Hiccup pushed his eyes open just in time to see a young boy grabbing an elderly woman and dragging her towards Hiccup.

Wha-?

The room was dark, but warm. A central fire snaked smoke out through a chimney in the roof and oil lamps decorated the walls, bathing the large room in yellow light. Beyond the old woman and the boy, there were beds laid out like the spokes on a wagon wheel around the central fire. Some had people in them.

Hiccup was in one of them.

“So you’ve decided to wake up, young man.”

Hiccup blinked up at her. “Where am I?”

“O’Treasaigh Isle, some would call it. You can call it a safe place.”

It took him a moment. “Toothless!” He sat up, ready to jump out of bed…

If only the lamps would stop spinning.

A small hand landed on his shoulder. “Now let that be a lesson to you. You can’t expect your body to appreciate what you’ve done to it. Give it some time to heal.”

“But Toothless-“

“You need not worry about your dragon. Virgil is giving him the care he needs.” She tilted her head just a little. “Though I do find it interesting that I know the name of your dragon and not you.”

His brain must be slow. “You ride dragons!”

“Interesting name, I must say.”

“No. No, no, my name is Hiccup.” He drew in a breath. “It’s true? You care for dragons.”

“A young Viking, then. You are far from home.” She began touching him. A finger on his wrist, his throat. She peered into both of his eyes, opened his mouth and stared down his throat. “You were as exhausted as your dragon. But I’m happy that the elements haven’t taken too much from you. Drink up and you will be well soon.” She pointed at a wooden cup on a table beside the bed.

“What is it?”

“Health. Drink it.” She reached over and handed it to him.

The young boy beside her screwed up his face.

Not particularly encouraging.

He sipped the drink, cautiously.

By Thor, it was worse than Astrid’s yak nog.

The woman’s blue eyes stared at him unblinking until he was able to force that sip down his throat.

His stomach immediately started a rebellion.

“I know it doesn’t taste the best, dear, but it will help.”

Make death look more promising maybe.

“Uh, thank you.”

“Your getting well will be my thanks.”

“When can I see Toothless?” As if they could stop him.

“Once you drink all of that, Alan here can take you to Virgil.”

What’s left of him maybe. He looked down at the brown muck in the cup and started building strategies to hide its demise.

Máthair stood up. “Alan will stay with you. Let him know if you feel ill and he will alert me.” She smiled. “Be well, Hiccup. While I go and chase your saviour and get him off that leg. Take note, young one, treat your body with respect and it will treat you well. Don’t work it to death like an idiot.”

She gathered her skirts and hurried off, muttering to herself.

Someone was in trouble.

Hiccup was glad it wasn’t him.

“Are you really a Viking?”

He turned to…Alan? The boy seemed just a little younger than Hiccup himself. Blue eyes were definitely a thing here, though.

“Yes, from Berk.”

“Wow. Never heard of it. How did you get a night fury?”

“Uh…”

“Scott has taken me up on Óen. He’s soooo fast. Do you think yours is as fast as Óen? It would be interesting to find out. They could have a race!”

“Uh…”

“Once he gets better, of course.”

“Toothless? How is he? Where is he?” Hiccup dumped the cup of gross on the side table and dragged his legs off the bed and onto the floor.

“Um, Máthair Chriona said you needed to drink that.”

“I need to see Toothless.”

Alan sighed. “Listen, I know it tastes like foot, but honestly? Máthair is a very good healer. She trained at the Temple. You need this. Drink it and we can go to your dragon.”

Hiccup eyed him. Young and eager, but there was something in the boy’s eyes that spoke of experience.

There was no naivety there.

Hiccup picked up the cup. Goethi had given him concoctions in the past. Especially after losing his leg. All sorts of foul smelling and gross things.

But this one?

He straightened his shoulders. He was a Viking with Thor at his back.

He sculled the drink.

His eyes crossed several times and his stomach lit on fire, but he got it down. There were several moments where it threatened to revisit all over the blanket covering his legs, but…

He sagged just a little as the tension left his shoulders and a wave of wellbeing washed over him.

By the time he put the empty cup back on the side table, he felt so much better.

“See?”

“What is that?”

“Good stuff. Total secret, of course. Máthair keeps the lore. I just wish we could mix it with something to hide the foot.”

Hiccup pushed himself to his feet and was happy to find the world not spinning and nothing aching more than it should. “Can you take me to Toothless?”

“Sure. Follow me.”

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #how to train your dragon #httyd #httyd fanfiction #hiccup haddock #alan tracy #grandma tracy #sally tracy #nuttyfic #do I know what I'm doing?#I have no idea

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Stained Like Georgia Clay, Part 16

Summary: Life with Cole…

Pairings: Cole Turner X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings: language, teasing, mentions of a breeding kink, tit worship, lactation kink, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 6.6K

Series Masterlist

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

The sun beams in through the bedroom window, and Cole glances down at your sleeping body. In ways it feels like no time at all has passed. You still curl into him, your hand mindlessly rubbing on his chest, while your slow breaths warm up his bare skin. Your fingers still flutter in your sleep. The difference now was there was the cutest little boy snoozing away downstairs.

With the monitor on the nightstand, he hears Waylon’s soft little snores, and Cole has never felt more complete. It was almost another fight getting you and Waylon to the house. There were constant words going back and forth between him and Alan. Your father did want to let you go, and really didn’t want Waylon to go.

He had begged you to just wait. Told you that you and Cole needed to date before you went rushing back to the way things were, but you ever so calmly told him you were going to be with your fiancé, and then there was another fight. So many words were said to Cole, but he had you and his son, and Loretta Lynn all under one roof. And that was what mattered.

He hates himself for not just showing back up, and demanding to talk to you. He could have had this all along. And you stayed faithful to him. You never moved on or found another man. You waited patiently because you knew that Cole would return.

He worried about how the town treated you as you walked around pregnant and alone. What Bill could have said to you. Or worse…Hal. Cole has half a mind to tell you and your folks exactly who was behind the missing letter. One thing was for certain, he was going to let Hal stew in worry on whether Cole tells you or not. Hal robbed everyone of a different life. Tried to insert himself into your life, and even then, it still didn’t work.

If it wasn’t for Waylon’s clear attachment to Hal, Cole would have already mentioned it. He couldn’t even decide if it was worth it to tell you. He had you, all of you. And Hal was left with regret. It pissed him off because Waylon would blurt out Hal’s name with his random jibberish and words. And would even ask where Hal was.

“Mmm,” you moan, sitting up a bit to look at him, “Oh my god,” you wince, and start to laugh.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Cole’s hand was pressing up against your skin gently as he looks over your body trying to figure out what ailed you.

“I think you turned me inside out. Oh, god,” sitting up fully in the bed, Cole starts to lean forward, nipping at your tits, and you smirk, “Seriously? What is your obsession with my boobies?”

“Don’t call them that. You make it sound like I’m a child,” he mumbles with a mouth full of nipple. Flicking on the bud. “What? I like the look of them.”

“Really? And what are you trying to accomplish by sucking on my tit?”

“You know what I want to accomplish,” he pulls you back to the bed, moving to hover over you, and placing his thigh right in between yours, moaning when his skin touches your bare cunt, winding a hand down in between as well. Rubbing over your tender clit, and slinking two fingers down into your warmth. “I think I showed you exactly how…”

“Oww,” you start giggling when Cole removes his hand from between your thighs. “I’m not used to that right now.”

“Are you seriously raw?”

“Why don’t you look,” his head goes underneath the sheet, and his entire body positions itself in between your thighs while he playfully inspects you. Spreading apart your velvety lips, and kissing over your sore pussy.

“She’s still wet,” sitting up a bit more, you lift the blanket to see him smiling up at you. Giving the most gentle kisses to your core. “She’s really wet.”

“And raw. I said you turned me inside out. I swear we only took little naps all night. She misses you, but for this morning, she needs a break.”

“Bee…”

“Ehh,” you place a hand over his mouth. You missed him so much it hurt. You didn’t doubt that he would come back for you and his son, but now it seems like a dream. He was right here, and you had spent all night remembering each other’s bodies. “Cole, she’s tired, and we have the rest of our lives.”

“Mama! Bee!” You snort, starting to sit up more. “Daddy! Toe Wiggle! I up!”

“Daddy, Toe Wiggle, your son is up and ready. Waylon, be down in just a second, buddy.”

“Wayton Toe!” He screams, wiggling the gate a bit. “My Etta, yes!” Hearing a plop on the floor, it was obvious that Etta was occupying him for the time being. Giggles galore from him while he gets morning snuggles, and you turn to look at Cole with tired, but happy eyes.

He cups your cheek a moment, still thankful that you hadn’t moved on, “My son. I love to hear that, and he’s very sweet to hear, minus the fact he calls me Toe Wiggle.”

“It’s adorable. Even your mom says so,” grabbing his shirt, he stops you. Squeezing and kneading both tits before sucking on them both. Those piercing eyes looking up at you over your chest.”

“Wayton Toe!” Waylon demands from downstairs. Starting to stomp his feet around as he repeats his name over and over again. Doing a little jig to wake you and Cole up.

“Alright, alright, let’s go get the boy. I need those later.”

“They get bigger when I’m pregnant,” biting at your lip, you look at him over your shoulder. “But of course once Waylon was born they belonged to him.”

“That’s not even funny. Bee, I’m not even joking.”

“Did you just become a boob man?”

“I feel that’s very obvious.”

“Wayton Toe!” Your toddler growls out, shaking the gate again. “My mama! Get me!”

“That’s enough, sir. Let’s go make breakfast with your baby.”

Cole sighs, watching you practically skip to the door, hearing that sweet boy squeal when he sees you at the top of the stairs. This was the one thing he never even knew he wanted, and now he didn’t know how he could live without it. Scooping your son up in your arms, you kiss all over his chubby cheeks asking how he slept.

“Ahh! Hey, daddy! Toe Wiggle my daddy!”

“Hey, buddy,” Waylon makes grabby hands towards Cole, and you love watching them bond. It didn’t take much and Waylon was wanting to spend more time with Cole than he did you. Laughed and smiled at everything Cole said. And Waylon loved to trace Cole’s features with his fingers. Moving those tiny fingers over every bit of his daddy’s face. “What do you want for breakfast?”

“Nee and Appies!”

“You heard him, Bee. Our son wants apples and honey. Maybe we should have pancakes, too?” Waylon nods his head excitedly, and points down to Loretta, “We need to feed the ole gal, huh?”

“Etta not ode!” He frowns looking at Cole before pouting down at the dog. “Etta my baby!”

“No, you’re right. And Waylon Cole is my baby.”

Waylon takes a deep breath, patting a hand over his belly, and shakes his head. “No. No, me a big boy! Need a baby!”

“Yes, Yes we do,” both Cole and Waylon turn look towards you, and you are flabbergasted. Waylon hadn’t ever asked you for a baby.

“Waylon Cole Turner!” You yelp looking at the two of them. “What is this?”

“I not a baby,” Waylon shrugs, and looks over at Cole. “Daddy said.”

“Woah, why are you ratting me out like this, buddy?”

“You two feed the dog. I’m going to make breakfast. Waylon get daddy to help make your bed, and get your outfit picked out. You can get dressed after breakfast.”

“Ooh! Daddy naughty.”

“Daddy is going to go to timeout if he keeps talking like that. Now, boys. You have work to do,” you wait until Cole places Waylon on the floor, letting him waddle over to Loretta’s food, and help him assist Waylon. Checking her water before running to his room.

“Bee, are you really angry?”

“No, but…we’ve got so much going on. We want to build a house. We want to get married. You need to bond with Waylon, and you’re already hinting about a baby. Can we just slow down, please? I’m not saying I don’t want another baby. I just want to pause this. My dad hates this. We can’t do anything without you and him getting in an argument. And I know that Hal hates this, and…don’t roll your eyes. I know what your issues are with him.”

“No, you really don’t,” you really had no idea, and at this point it was best if you didn’t. It irradiated Cole to think about what Hal did with those letters. Did he read them? Did he still have them? Or were they trashed like it was nothing?

“Either you tell me all the issues, or you let it go. Waylon loves him. And he knows who his dad is, and that’s you. He just calls Hal, Hal. I’m not saying the two of you have to be best friends, I’m just saying that Hal had a big part of our lives. He was there,” Cole clenches his teeth. His Adam’s apple bobs, and as of right now, there was no making Cole understand. “Hal is the least of our worries. You want a house.”

“I want to experience everything I missed. The thing that everyone got to be a part of, and I didn’t,” this was the worst part of your situation. Cole missed out on so much, as did Waylon. They deserved to have every experience that a father and son should. And there was no going back.

“I’ll make a deal with you; after Waylon turns two, if we have the house mostly finished, then we can start trying. I don’t want another baby here. You’re the older one here, can’t you see that this just isn’t the time for a child or enough space for a baby?” He nods his head, pulling you into his embrace by your waist. His chin on top of your head, and you melt into his chest. “I want you to have all that you missed, but at the right time.”

“You’re right, sweet Bee. It’s not the right time, but if you could quit trying to force Hal on me, that would be great.”

“Daddy, mama, kiss!”

“I didn’t kiss her.”

“Kiss!”

“You better do as he says, Daddy,” you smile up at Cole, knowing that everyday you were going to get to have these moments. Everyday something new, and everyday have your family together. Sure, you had some things to work through, but they were right there in your grasp. And you were ready.

“And where’s your ‘fiancé’?” You roll your eyes, jumping onto the counter as your dad cleans up from supper. “Came here without my boy, too. Honey, you just whisked Waylon from everything he knows. Took my dog. And your…shacked up with Cole Turner. Are you even aware of how old he is? Or did you really just want to piss me off?”

“Are you finished?” Sighing, you lean back on the cabinets. Cole had kept Waylon just for you to have this conversation. “I’m not leaving Cole to make yourself feel better.”

“He’s not good enough for you. You deserve more than that…honey, you have no idea how he was in high school.”

“Why are you focused on that? Focus on how he is now. How he treats your daughter and grandson. All you care about is who Cole was, instead of who he is to me right now. Dad, he’s a good man,” your dad opens his mouth, but you only speak louder. It was his turn to listen, “Had Cole known about Waylon while I was pregnant, he would have been here. That man loved Waylon immediately. That is his son. He is our son. And he makes both of us so happy. That’s what matters. Did you know we spent the day looking at house plans?”

“He’s putting you on his family land, so you have nothing. If you split up, then what?”

“That’s a pretty big if. And besides, this land is going to mine, and then Waylon’s. I have something to fall back on for me and my child. And our home will be paid for with both of our money. That is what couples do. Cole isn’t going to own me. We are a team. And he is not only my fiancé but he is my son’s, your grandson’s, father. And Waylon loves his daddy. Can you not see that? Are you that pissed off that you don’t even see how he emulates Cole? Is it the age difference or because you know him? Because neither of us knew the connection. Quite frankly we weren’t even worried about anything like that.”

Alan exhales deeply, putting a cup into the cabinet before turning towards you. Leaning on the counter, trying to find the words to say. Everything coming to his brain was yet another insult. “Do you not see why I’m upset?”

“No,” you answer flatly. There was no reason for him to be upset. Cole didn’t even put up a fight while he let Alan punch him over and over again. “I would get why you are upset if Cole was a piece of shit. I could have brought Waylon for this conversation, and let him be with mom, but Cole doesn’t want Waylon away from him. He’s never going to get that time back. He didn’t hear Waylon say his first word, or see him take his first step. Cole missed him eating solid food. He missed him stomping around in nothing but boots while you let him pee off the porch. Cole has missed so much of his son’s life, and it wasn’t by choice. He was wanted by both of us.”

“I didn't need to hear that.”

“Then hear this; Cole and I talked about kids. About how we wanted them. We talked about our plans for our future. I wasn’t just some girl to him. We talked about marriage. Waylon might not have been planned, but he wasn’t really prevented either.”

Your father’s face falls blank while he stares at you, and you start to giggle. If he wanted to continue to not like Cole for you, and he still had no idea the dynamics of your relationship with him. Cole and you were both to blame for the creation of Waylon. He was such a pleasant surprise, and everything he did reminded you of Cole.

“Seriously? You have to bring up…I don’t want to talk about yours and — his life like that.”

“But you do. You want to assume because of our age difference that all it was between us was the physical part, and it just wasn’t. I lived with him. We spent every day together, and we talked. We wanted what we’re planning now. Seriously, we wanted this life. And I just want you to accept that Cole is not only Waylon’s dad, but he’s going to be my husband. I don’t want this constant fight or disagreement between the two of you. Cole Turner today is not Cole Turner from high school. Are you?”

His sight falls to the counter while he lets that marinate. You never once raised your voice or got irritated with your father. You were calm. And his attitude towards Cole was not going to sway you from being with him. You wanted Cole those two years, and you still did. “Tomorrow, if you like, we can take you out to the property where we want to build. Start planning our future.”

“He’s so much older than you, honey.”

“Maybe. But he loves me. Loves our son. Waylon loves him, and is loving having us together. I have to hear everyone else’s whispers about mine and Cole’s age difference, and for the past two years that’s all it’s been. Whispers about me being a single mom. Marrying Cole we’ll hear the same things, and we need support. So either you support us, or…”

“We’ll support you. I remember how everyone spoke about you, and you didn’t flinch. It was because you knew Cole was coming back, hmm? I don’t like this. I don’t know if I ever will. And if he…if he disappoints you or my grandson, he will have hell to pay.”

“So why don’t we worry about it if it happens. But it won’t. Cole’s the real deal. You’ll see. Now, can I go home to my son and fiancé?”

“Only if you bring my boy here for supper,” you give him a nod, jumping off the counter. You were warned this would be a hard transition for your father. Keeping Waylon away from him was never an option. He just wasn’t going to be living here, and with your parents. But you know just how much your dad was missing his buddy. How Waylon’s night routine was no longer laying back and watching the news with his Papaw until he fell asleep. He wasn’t being woken up by the pitter patter of Waylon’s feet in the morning. It was one thing that you liked to admit, Waylon had a good Papaw.

“Clean up your toys, buddy,” Waylon lets out a bit of a growl, looking up at Cole, while you ready him a cup of milk.

“Me no wanna. Me pay.”

“It’s naptime, and you made a mess,” Waylon’s lip starts to pucker, trembling with his incoming tears. He had stayed awake past his nap, and his behavior was showing it. You just wait, and see how Cole was going to handle Waylon. He had his moments, just like any other child. “Waylon.”

“No! Me pay!” And there was the stomp. The one that Cole loved for you to do, but with his son was a bit different. Same pouty face, and same force behind the stomp. “Me pay now!”

“No, you clean up now. Mama is making you some warm milk, and we’re going to take a nap,” he shakes his head no, stomping his foot again, and Cole looks up at you. You want Cole to be more proactive with dealing with this side of Waylon. It came with the territory. “Waylon Cole, it is time to clean up.”

“No nap! Wayton Toe no seep.”

Cole takes a deep breath, squatting down into the floor with Waylon, and the toddler immediately runs into his arms. The standoff anger was gone, and replaced with sleepy tears. “Wayton Toe seepy.”

“I know you’re sleepy, buddy. You wanna help daddy clean up?”

“No!” Waylon wails, burying his face into Cole’s chest. “Me seep. Me seep now.”

“Daddy. Is going to hold you then, and pick up your toys. You just tell me where they go, okay?”

“Otay. I seep wif mama and…and my daddy?”

“Yes, buddy,” Cole looks up to you, and with the most pitiful face. You don’t bother to make a comment. Just stand with his milk ready in your hand. Watching the two of them bond, and also clean up the mess. Waylon points over to a new set of drawers that Cole said that Waylon needed. Even crawling out of Cole’s arms to help assist his dad. Taking the time to put each toy back where it belonged. Finally smiling when he reaches back up for Cole to hold him.

Practically falling asleep in Cole’s arms as he carries him upstairs to the loft. Waylon wipes at his sleepy eyes, and reaches for his sippy cup of warm milk from you, and crawls to the center of the bed, “Etta?”

“Loretta Lynn, your boy needs you,” Loretta audibly groans before trudging up the stairs, and laying on her bed in there. “Better, baby?”

“Yesh, daddy. Shh, Wayton Toe seepy,” kissing on his sweet little forehead, Cole watches every second that it takes for Waylon’s eyes to flutter shut before he looks up at you, pouting.

“He’s not always perfect, daddy.”

“But he went from angry to the most pitiful little thing in just a few minutes. How do you resist not wanting to do everything for him? I was able to because you were watching, and you even told me we were keeping him up too long.”

“Cole,” your voice was so soft and sweet as you brush back Cole’s fluffy hair. “I’ve had a lot of practice with Waylon, you haven’t. I know his sleep patterns, and you will learn them. But that is nothing. Wait until you don’t give him an orange cup when he wants blue one. He’s a baby. His brain isn’t equipped for big emotions, so they come out extreme. We just have to teach him the more effective way to react. You did fine though. And he wanted you, instead of me. I don’t know how I feel about that. Kinda rude if you ask me. I’m his mama.”

“Psh,” Cole blows out a bit of air, and kisses over Waylon’s forehead. “Let me enjoy the moment of getting to hold this boy in my arms, before he’s thrashing around trying to spread himself out, and sweating to death. Just let me enjoy whatever moments he gives me, okay?”

“Okay, daddy.”

“I really got to get used to you callin me that in a non sexual way, you realize that, don't you?” Of course you did. You also enjoyed the cute little torture you were giving him, and his exasperated looks up at you, “It’s not funny, Bee. I know what you’re doing.”

“Just give me a kiss, and take a nap. We gotta show our son where his home is going to be built. Daddy,” if it wasn’t for that sweet boy that was snuggled up to his daddy, Cole would have had you rolled over on your back, ready to make you see exactly who daddy was. But instead he glares at you.

“You’re going to pay for that, sweetheart.”

“It’s what I was hoping for.”

Waylon squeals, running through the field with Loretta. Getting sight of the pond before he points at it. “Gonna have to get a fence around that thing, Bee. He’s also going to learn to swim as soon as possible.”

“But watch,” Loretta gives him a nudge to his stomach, and he runs in the opposite direction, “I do agree though. So you’re thinking that the house should go up there?”

“Yep, that way the pond is far enough from the entrance, but is sitting in front of the house. And when we come home, the view is the pond, with the house reflecting on the water, and then our home, and…Waylon! Do not go in the woods!” Waylon stops in his tracks, turning to look at the two of you with a mischievous grin, “Waylon Cole, don’t you dare go into the woods unless me or mama are with you.”

“Etta!”

“Loretta is not good enough. There’s snakes and bears!”

“Nakes? Beers? Nope,” his little body turns, and starts stomping further away from the woods. “No nakes. No beers. No painters. No no. Papaw daddy say no painters.”

“What is he talking about?” Cole looks towards you, and you start cackling. That little boy still walking around the property mumbling about snakes, bears, and ‘painters’. “What the hell is a painter and why is he worried about them?”

“Have you seriously forgotten your raising? Painters. Panthers.”

“Oh, good grief. Is he seriously telling our son about imaginary panthers that live in the woods of Georgia?” You shrug, going to stand behind him. Wrapping your arms around his waist, and resting your chin on his shoulder as you watch that crazy boy running around with Loretta. “There’s no such thing as panthers in Georgia. And black ones at that. Panthers that make such a terrible noise that it sounds like a woman being murdered. I have pushed that so far out of my mind I forgot about that old wives tale.”

“It’s keeping him away from the woods though. Look at them. And just think, Daddy, one of these days we’re going to have our home, and even more kids running around,” with a hand up under Cole’s shirt, he bumps his butt out to hit you, “Hey!”

“Quit trying to make me horny when I can’t do anything about it. Bee, I don’t know why, but I have always wanted this with you. Like our kids running around a field as the sun starts to set. And I want to wait as long as you want for another, but I am very jealous that I didn’t get to see your body change. And feel my son wiggling around in your belly. No pressure, but I’m just waiting on you, darling. I do agree we need this house built, so…tomorrow can we find someone?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“And I swear, if you don’t quit calling me that when it’s not sexy time…”

“Shh, enjoy the view a little bit longer. Tomorrow Waylon will be slightly bigger. He’s only going to be just like that today.”

Your mom groans trying to zip your dress up before standing up exasperated, “Are you serious right now?” She asks looking in the mirror, while Rachel Turner tries to hide her beaming smile. Cole had already told his mother, and clearly you hadn’t. “Honey, your dress won’t zip.”

“Try harder.”

“It might be because you're pregnant, and far enough along to pop out,” looking down at your belly, you give the slight swell a little rub. The house was just about finished and Cole became insatiable. Every day and multiple times a day he needed you to feel him. “Why did you not wait?”

“Uhh…it’s kinda awkward having that conversation with my mom and my baby daddy’s mom present. So when a man loves a woman…”

“What are we going to do about your dress? You have less than an hour before your daddy is walking you up to the barn,” you grimace, looking at her. “What?”

“I have asked you repeatedly not to call dad that.”

“I don’t have time for this. Your dress will not zip. Your father is walking you to the barn, and to your new ‘daddy’ and…Rachel, stop laughing. This isn’t funny. The dress.”

“Tracy, calm down,” Rachel steps behind you, hand on your stomach, “Suck it in real good,” taking a deep breath, you do as she’s asked, and she holds the two sides closer together, “Alright, zip it up.”

Finally getting to the top, you let out a bit of air, and turn to the side, looking at yourself, “You can’t even tell.”

“I’m surprised they waited that long. They literally live together, sleep in the same bed, and my son has been wanting a baby girl, and...”

“Can we change the subject to anything, but me and Cole trying to have a baby. Yes, mother, it was planned. We talked about it, we worked for it, and now I’m pregnant, and Waylon kinda knows, unless Cole went ahead and told him. He was asking some questions when we were decorating the nursery. Now,” you take a deep breath, looking at yourself in the mirror.

It seemed like a lifetime ago that Cole and his crooked smile had bought honey from you out of the back of your truck. An immediate flirtation ensued, followed by urges, feelings, and thoughts you just couldn’t control. What started off as an exploration of your fantasies had turned into your best friend. The two of you had taken a journey of so many ups and downs, but the one thing that did remain was the love you had for each other. The need you had to stay together.

You had missed him while you were learning to be a mother, and now you got to see him become Waylon’s favorite person. No one ever thought the perpetual bachelor would become a father, and literally beg you for more children. A man that nobody saw settling down, came home every night to sit on the floor with his son playing with Lincoln Logs, and LEGO bricks. A man that left behind a life of leisure and settled down, back in the quiet town he fled.

Cole had grown just as much as you had. Growing roots deep in your hometown, and still pack up your bags, and traveling the country, and eventual world as a family. As long as Loretta could tag along. He was your dream, and you were everything he never knew he wanted.

Your dad grabs your hand as you look towards the barn, and Cole and Waylon are standing beside each other. The supers of bees are full as they buzz around in the background, and Waylon waves down at you sweetly. It's late spring, and everything is just starting to wake up. Willowing grass blowing in the wind, and you drag your father along to get up there sooner.

“Can I not just have a moment of you not being married?”

“Dad, you’ve had plenty of those moments, and now…I’m ready. He’s all I’ve ever wanted. He encourages me, supports me, and loves our son, and — he’s a good one. Just like my dad.”

“You better stop that. I’m giving you away to a former…I’m sorry, honey. To a good friend, and a good man. Even better father. Just didn’t think the first time that I introduced you to Cole, and he kissed your head…”

“Dad, can we not bring that up? I didn’t grow up with Cole. I met him as an adult, and no matter what you say, I’m walking up to marry that man. Get used to it, Papaw,” he gives you a bit of a nudge before stopping in front of Cole. Giving a final nod, and a handshake to your future.

“Papaw, I’m daddy’s best man!” Waylon shouts from a lower perch. “Shh, sit down, and don’t talk though!”

“Waylon,” Cole laughs, but doesn’t remove his eyes from you, “You gotta be quiet, buddy.”

“Okay, and don’t tell everyone about…” a hand presses up against Waylon’s mouth, and Cole shakes his head. Cole had given Waylon the pregnancy talk while they were getting ready. And how things were going to change in the new house. You couldn’t keep that peach colored room a secret anymore. Waylon was too curious. “Okay, daddy, I won’t talk about the little secret honeybee.”

While everyone else laughs, you and Cole still cannot tear your eyes away from each other. It didn’t even matter. You were pregnant with baby number two, and she was going to be such a welcome part to your life.

“Bee, I never thought I would find myself back here. Never thought that I would have all that you gave me. Never even wanted it. And then there was this beautiful little thing, steadily writing in her notebook in the back of a truck with a crate full of raw honey, and I couldn’t stay away. Thankfully, you couldn’t either. We’re anything but traditional, some may say even backwards, but it’s been perfect. We’ve also got the most adorable little boy to prove just how perfect our togetherness is, and…I can’t wait to fill our home up with little baby bees. And I just…thank you. Thank you for all that you have given me. Given us.”

Waylon wraps an arm around his daddy’s leg, looking up at you as you deeply breathe in and out. “Cole, I — oh my god, I’m supposed to be the one with words, and I can’t even think right now. But this place…I don’t know if you remember, but this was the place that you and I talked at all night. The place where you told me to get out of my head and to live life, and I’m still here, and I’m living my life with you. That first summer I never thought I would meet someone. Definitely not someone like you. I wouldn't change it for the world. You and our family have been the best part of my life. And I know you’re going to give me so many more years of living that life with you. Thank you. Thank you for getting me out of my head, and constantly reminding me that we would go at my pace. Because now, we have it. We have it all.”

Your little girl flops over into your lap, pulling your newest notebook down, and points at your chest, “Boobees!”

“Millie, it’s not bedtime,” you push aside her curls, booping her on her nose again. But she reaches for the top of your dress, trying to pull it down. “Millie, no.”

“Boobees. No daddy,” she says looking around the property for any sign of Cole. “No daddy.”

“It’s not just daddy that says that it’s time for you to stop nursing,” Amelia gives you a mischievous smile, starting to pull down your dress again. “Amelia Ann Turner.”

“Boobees, peas?”

You look out towards the field, and still there was no Cole or Waylon making their way back, and then back down to your sweet girl. Waylon was so easy to wean, she was a pain, and Cole didn’t help with his teasing. “Peas, mama? No daddy.”

“Fine. But this is the last time,” she gives a little smile before laying against your chest chest to nurse, her hand immediately going to your mouth, where you kiss on the chubby little fingers. Leaning your head back on the tree that was giving you and her shade.

Life had a strange way of working out. You are able to continue to write, continue to be a wife and mother, and continue to travel around with your family. Even if miss Millie was needy, and couldn’t get enough of you. Letting your eyes start to flutter close, while you are just here in the moment. Enjoying the life that you have made with Cole, Waylon, and Millie.

“Millie! Daddy sees you!” Millie pulls off you, giggling, and looking towards her dad and brother walking up from the pond. Fishing poles in their hands before Waylon hands his over to Cole, and starts running to their playset screaming for his sister. “Uh-uh, Amelia, what do you have to say for yourself?”

“My boobees!”

“No, they are not. It is time for you to stop,” she shakes her head no, snuggling more into you. “Have you even told her why she has to stop?”

“Not daddy’s boobees, mine. All mine,” trying to pull your dress down, you pull it right back up. “Ugh! Mine. Mama peas!”

“Bee, I swear, our kids have that bratty side to them, just like their mom. Those are not yours. They are for your baby…”

“Mine! No!” Amelia screams, pouting up at her dad. She had noticed that little bump many times.

“Nope, your mom’s got a baby in there,” Millie shakes her head no, pressing her head against you, and you start to giggle. “Yep, you’ve got a brother in mama’s belly.”

“Wayton in der?”

“No, baby,” you coo as she looks up at you. “You’ve got a baby brother in there, and…”

“My boobees?”

“No, they’re going to be the baby’s. He’s going to need them, so you’ve got to stop.”

“He stay der, den. No baby. Millie da baby,” she gives you a poke to your belly, and recoils away from you feeling the more prominent bump. “Millie pay wif Wayton. Boobees yater!” Her little chubby legs shuffle towards Waylon and Loretta, and the fluffy dog runs towards her to guide her over to the little playground when Cole sits down beside you.

Moving around until he lays in your lap. His hand caresses over the newest member of the Turner family, before his hands move higher to your chest, “The kids watching?”

“No, Daddy,” pulling your top down, he pushes his mouth against your tit, flicking his tongue over your nipple.

“You said you were going to stop,” he reminds you of Millie’s nursing before closing his mouth completely over your tit.

“I said, I would stop when she was ready. She’s not. Your mom says I’ll feel it in my knees. I feel nothing. Plus, our newest unnamed bee doesn’t seem to mind his sissy laying on me. He likes the warmth, he always gets so calm. What are you doing?” His thumb and forefinger steadily rolls your neglected nipple, while he continues to suck.

“You know why I like this angle on the property?” He continues to tease your other nipple, looking over at it to give a few flicks with his tongue before kissing over the swollen bud, and covering you back up. “They really can’t see anything from this angle. I could suck on you, and they wouldn’t know.”

“You better stop,” you coo down at him petting his face, “You ever miss your old bachelor life?”

“And miss all this? No, I got a beautiful and sexy wife that lets me use her body, shes giving us this amazing life with beautiful kids, I got those tits to play with whenever I want,” his hand spreads out over the property, and right on cue you hear both the kids giggling, and laughing. “Millie is a sassy pants, Waylon is our mister adventure, and who knows how John Scott will be,” you shake your head no, “Okay, you don’t like that name, what about Hank?”

“No! Our son literally wanted an Aussie dog to name Hank. Absolutely not. We don’t have to choose his name now. It’s just something to think about. He’ll be here before we know it. And Miss Millie is going to share the boobees.”

“I’m not sharing with two kids. No, she’s going to have to stop with the boobees. You said that once she could ask for it, she was cut off. She asks for boobees everyday. She’ll be potty trained, and still be asking for boobees.”

“She’s just a baby, Cole. Her can’t help it that her loves her mama, and prefers her mama over you.”

“No, she prefers the boobees. Do not get confused. Bee,” his hand snakes behind your neck, pulling you down to give you the most tender and soft kiss. “What’s this book about?”

“I’ll let you know when it’s finished. Take a nap, daddy. I just want to watch our babies for a minute. Enjoy our simple parts of life, until the work week starts again. We get to give them a charmed life. Let them run around barefoot, just so their feet can get stained with Georgia clay.”

“Bee?” You look back down at Cole, smiling at your handsome and beautiful man, “Am I still stained on your heart like Georgia clay?”

“Yes, daddy. Forever.”

THE END

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Wait that was KENTA??

Summary: Kenta makes progress in feeling comfortable around x-hunter. Very heavy on Alan being a supportive and perfect. (Its rush pls don't judge to harsh I beg)

3rd pov

After everything that had happened X-Hunter and friends more or less taken Kenta in. While he had contributed to the terrible things Tony was doing it was pretty clear that he never actually wanted to and at the end of the day he was a good person forced to do bad things.

Kenta was appreciative of the fact that they were so keen to have him around but that didn't mean he didn't struggle to be comfortable. He couldn't bring himself to do or ask for anything if it could potentially even slightly inconvenience someone.

He didn't doubt that they were happy to do things for him or even just be there for him but he had never been allowed to want and asking Tony for something usually had its consequences. He felt as if he still wasn't allowed to ask for anything not that he would even know how.

He also didn't feel right joining in on the way they all teased each other. The playful jabs that would be met with a light hearted sarcastic comment. What if they took him as actually being mean? What if he just wasn't allowed? He just couldn't risk losing what he had with them.

Fortunately he had a new family that was very stubborn.

Kenta pov

"North and Sonic are gonna go to the store tomorrow to stock up the pantry at the garage is there anything you want them to grab for you?" Alan asked me. I've been working there doing paperwork since everything calmed down and I really enjoy how kind everyone is here.

"No it's okay I don't need anything," I tell him. This is true while I do have snacks and drinks I like I don't actually need any of them. I know that's not the answer he wants but that's all I can bring myself to give for now.

"Kenta that's not what I asked and I know that it's hard for you to ask for things and I also know that one conversation is not going to fix that but I promise you that we all want to be there for you. We want you to join in on the jokes. If we didn't we would not have welcomed you here so for the love of god please just tell me what to add to the list for you," Alan lectured. I noticed he was like that, always making sure everyone knew they were cared for. He was genuinely the kindest person I've ever met. Not that it was much of a competition.

"Uhm... I really don't know, maybe just some sports drinks," I was so caught off guard by how blunt he was being. Even though I did believe him I still couldn't breathe as I scrambled for something to request.

"Okay good, you can text me or one of them if you want a particular brand or flavor or if you think of anything else."

I nod before he turns to walk out the door probably to keep asking around.

"And Kenta, I'm proud of you for asking I'm sure that took a lot but that is what we are all here for. We are family here and we really hope that you will see us as such when you are ready," Alan said and slips out of the room with a smile.

Oh-

*1 year later*

Alan pov

It's been a slow day at the garage which to most people would mean calm. People idly doing their work at a comfortable pace in no rush to get a million things done. Not at X-Hunter though, not for me.

Slow day means that means that everyone is running around and being loud. Not for work but just enjoying themselves as they work. I absolutely love these days just my boys without weight on their shoulders just free to have wreckless fun.

Unfortunately today I got to be the central target for any teasing and wrestling. I would absolutely never tell any of them but I kind of enjoy it, they would never let it go.

I had spaced out watching them chase each other around when I suddenly have someone lunge on my back to start wrestling. Of course it was North ever the problem child.

"Why must you do this to me while I was minding my own business," I ask him more of a rhetorical tease than an actual question.

"Because it's fun duh," North retorts as he tries to put me in a headlock.

"Careful old people's bodies are sensitive you don't want him to throw his back out do you," a voice behind me speaks casually.

"Hey I'm not that o-" I start as I turn around. Wait was that Kenta?? He didn't even look up and just continued filling out paperwork but he had a noticeable smile on his face.

The entire garage was quiet from shock. Everyone had turned around to check that they heard it right too. If it wasn't for the smiles across everyone's face they might be mistaken for being upset.

"HOLY SHIT KENTA IM SO PROUD!!" North shouts as he runs to hug Kenta. Me too.

#pit babe the series #kenta #alan is a supportive dad #north is hyper #oneshot

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a-moth-to-the-light · 29 days

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Most-Listened of March 2024

[last month]

This was such an exciting month of releases--Purplekiss, Day6, BLEACHERS?? Chung Ha gave us a couple of songs, Nina Suárez came back out of nowhere, Lucy dropped a single, OLIVIA RODRIGO IS BACK?? I've been super excited for the J-Hope album, too, but I haven't been emotionally ready to check it out, yet, since I want to have the energy to really love it! Not to mention the Seori EP-- PLUS Bol4 and StayC both dropped some covers of huge 2019 k-pop hits.

And that isn't all. The highlights of my month were seeing Bruce Springsteen (only my favorite artist ever.) and Gregory Alan Isakov in concert(s)! So honestly, I'm a little overwhelmed by just how exciting music is right now. (It doesn't help that this month gave me my first album of the year candidate, too!!) This post will be my opportunity to go a little wild, then :)

1. Leopardos -- Ine Güemes

I should not enjoy this listening experience as much as I do. That whistling noise should annoy me by now, after all these listens, right? ... Right? Nope. I love it. This song is so soothing, it's literally the musical equivalent of a deep breath.

2. Appaloosa Bones -- Gregory Alan Isakov

Concert prep + THE sulking song this month. Look, I'm a guy who needs my daily floor time (floor time. perhaps you require it.), and it always involves considerable sulking. (At this rate, you're gonna see a sulking song on this list every single month. It's a tradition now!) I've been losing it about "Was I that gone? / Man, I hope not / Glad you found me when you did" and "The pages slow / in the room I called your name" and "They haven't made no pill / To get us across the winter time" ...

3. All Things End -- Hozier

You know what ended? My eight-week class. *sigh of relief* All things end, truly! Now I just need the reminder that this semester will end, too...

4. Death To My Hometown -- Bruce Springsteen

I'd never heard this one before, but I ASCENDED when I heard it live (the horns section was. fantastic.) and I left it on repeat all month post-concert.

5. The Ledge -- Fleetwood Mac

This song makes me proud of my music taste, honestly--see, I can like weird experimental stuff, too! It sounds wonderfully, comfortingly crowded--like the ambient noise from a nearby café, or like falling asleep with the TV on. I don't know, it's just a feeling I find myself really enjoying. I'm also SO deeply in love with the round-style singing (see: "Row, Row, Row Your Boat" rounds in middle school choir) Fleetwood Mac sometimes does (see: my obsession with "Paper Doll"), and they do it in this song !!

6. I Don't Want to Know -- Fleetwood Mac

I like this one for the same reason I like "Second Hand News"--that cheerful self-deprecation just never fails to draw me in. ("Second Hand News" is still better, though!)

7. Smart -- Le Sserafim

Does anyone NOT like this song? I missed the Eve Psyche hype train last year, so this one's hitting me doubly hard. I think the sweeter tone of "Smart" suits Le Sserafim's vocals much better, and the production is just plain adorable! This has been my go-to song during classes, when I need something to cheer me up without making me too overwhelmed.

8. Luz -- Ine Güemes

That vocal processing is SUCH a standout--so soft and hazy and fluffy, just a fascinating texture when you really focus on it, but endlessly pleasant when you leave it on loop and zone out, too. (Look, I REALLY loved this album this month.)

9. Nota de Voz -- Los Hermanos Laser

Classic indie boy music! I like "Azul Plateado" from this album, too, and I have a feeling the whole album will hit for me during the summer--I tend to like that exhausted-sounding alt-rock stuff a whole lot around July & August :)

10. Light Sprite -- Baby Pantera, Isabella Lovestory

Thanks for the rec, @pocima !!

11. I Am Right On Time -- Bleachers

This is a weirdly muted album for Bleachers (especially on the heels of "Stop Making This Hurt" and "How Dare You Want More" from their last album), and this is the most weirdly muted of them all--I really feel like it should be... more, somehow? But it's still quite a cathartic listening experience, and I keep coming back to it!

12. Really Like You -- Gyubin

I've started giving myself 30 minutes of reading time in the mornings, to help me wake up and not be completely miserable about it, so I've been reading a whole bunch of webtoons. (Hell, maybe I'll read a book one day!) This one's the perfect cutesy webtoon soundtrack, and I think it might be here because I left it on repeat while reading Blooming Season?? (I just finished catching up with Jackson's Diary, and I think I'm gonna start Death of a Pop Star next!) Anyway, Gyubin sounds lovely here, can't wait for a comeback!

13. Self Respect -- Bleachers

The production on this song is just SO exciting overall!! But I'm mostly here for the saxophone. God, it's not even that much of the song but it's gorgeous !!!

14. Nieve Sin Fin -- Ine Güemes

Nice aesthetic piano :)

15. Rush -- Twice

I love how dizzying this song is--it's chaotic and overwhelming in the most wonderful way! I was a little disappointed by it when I first listened to the album, I think because their vocals here are much softer than usual. When I let myself get swept away in the production, though, I totally get the appeal.

Five-Star Songs (& Albums!) This Month

BBB -- Purplekiss (the tiktok-music trend finally got me last year--against my will, admittedly. unfortunately for me, "bbb" is a fantastic example of that easy-listening, viral-tiktok sound from a group i'm already obsessed with, so of course i'm a huge fan. great vocal performances and silky songwriting? yeah, it's great--the muted aesthetic doesn't bug me at all--and i actually kind of love the super-short horn sections in the chorus. they're surprisingly full-sounding!)

Beam Beam -- Jeon Soyeon (i didn't get this one at all when it first came out, but i've warmed up to it over the years--and this month it just HIT. it's the perfect showcase of soyeon's energy, and it's such a rush!!)

Death To My Hometown -- Bruce Springsteen (five stars bc it has the words "robber barons" in it!!)

Girl I've Always Been -- Olivia Rodrigo (i keep underestimating olivia rodrigo's power as a performer. of course she could make this country-sounding track work. of course she could make it my favorite from the album in an instant. who am i to question??)

Hey Joe -- Bleachers (a sing-along for the politically disillusioned. happy 2024, fellow usamericans. well, at least the harmonies here are delightful!)

Jesus is Dead -- Bleachers (i mentioned that this album is unusually muted for bleachers--not dull as in 'boring in terms of production or songwriting', but dull as in dead-eyed and zombie-like. the vocal delivery, especially, is unusually bland and flat. "jesus is dead" is definitely the best use of this half-asleep, grayscale aesthetic on the album--a song as hopeless and monotone as its delivery. it's strange and stylish and messy, too, AND there's also a sax solo ?? and it works great ?? i admire it so so so much--i'm very surprised this didn't make the most-listened list, i've been looping it a whole bunch.)

The Ledge -- Fleetwood Mac

Self Respect -- Bleachers (re: saxophone.)

White Rabbit -- Jefferson Airplane (i don't think it's much of a hot take at all to say this one is fantastic. i heard it for the first time in february, and i've been completely obsessed since!!)

Heráldica -- Saramalacara (okay, i've had like. a week. with this album, but it was love at first listen--and "humo" already had my heart, anyway. the atmospherics are breathtaking, the production crisp and intense, and saramalacara's voice // the vocal production here fits SO well!! there's a song called ".tumblr" that's definitely worth checking out, though i enjoy every song on here !! except "_cuervos". i admire that one but god it disturbs me i never want to hear it again.)

Qué Nos Mantiene Despiertos -- Ine Güemes (first album of the year candidate of 2024 !!! not much of a surprise, i'm sure, given my top 15. more breathtaking atmospherics, but in the exact opposite direction of heráldica! this album is full of really unique textures, but all that chaos doesn't make it any less soothing. each song is distinct, but they all come together into this sweet, fluffy youtube-lofi-mix type of experience--and look, i'm a college student. could i ask for anything more in an album?)

#me when 2024 #magnetic hasn't really hit for me yet #but it's adorable! and so is the dance! i'm always slow to get debuts so #definitely a great debut tho #and i need to check out the unis album !!

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i'd choose you if i knew how [a hayffie playlist] heat waves [slowed] by glass animals // "slut!" (taylor's version) (from the vault) by taylor swift// why'd you only call me when you're high? by merci, mercy // lose control by teddy swims // forever bound by von grey // shiver by lucy rose // samson by regina spektor // big black car by gregory alan isakov // a girl, a boy, and a graveyard by jeremy messersmith // cringe - stripped by matt maeson // soulmates by the desert // mirrorball by taylor swift // i need my girl by the national // dynamite by sigrid // panic attacks in paradise by ashnikko // dancing with your ghost by sasha alex sloan // the alcott (featuring taylor swift) by the national

#hayffie #effie trinket #haymitch abernathy #haymitch x effie #thg #the hunger games #Spotify #my playlists

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Playlist-Chapter 11: Acquiesce (90s Noel Gallagher X Reader)

Pairing: 90s Noel Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: language, a bit violent (a cricket bat if you know what I mean) a few spelling mistakes, maybe.

Words: 1681 (it's a bit shorter than usual, on purpose ;))

Summary: Oasis are in Rockfield Studios to record their second album. It goes well until Liam fucks up...

A/N: Heya Y'all ! Here's chapter 11 ! I hope you will like it. I chose Acquiesce as the song of the chapter to make it a bit ironic, knowing what happens in the chapter. I won't be publishing next weekend, I won't be at home. I'm going to spend Christmas with some members of my family, and I intend so enjoy this time with them.

Love y'all, have a BEAUTIFUL and SPECIAL Christmas and take care of yourselves !

Enjoy !

“Because we need each other We believe in one another And I know we're going to uncover What's sleepin' in our soul Because we need each other We believe in one another I know we're going to uncover What's sleepin' in our soul What's sleepin' in our soul».

In January 1995, Oasis fired Tony. The man was often fucking up during gigs, so they chose another drummer. That’s where Alan White, or Whitey as we all call him, made its appearance. And even if I was sad for Tony who had become a friend, Whitey was far better than him.

And he would be a great help for the new album. Because everyone, except him and I, was on cocaine or drunk most of the time, and he was really a great drummer.

May 14th 1995-Rockfield Studios:

Here we were in May 1995, in one of the studios that had welcomed good rock bands. Oasis were becoming iconic.

For what would become (What’s the story) Morning Glory?, Noel was constantly composing and writing lyrics until very late. Oasis were recording a song per day. Sometimes, I had to stop Noel for him to rest.

Though we also had good moments, like when we were playing football, when we watched the Blackburn vs Liverpool match, where everyone went crazy, like Liam who was playing with the extinguisher. It was our way of cheering, to have a laugh. Weird, but fun. After the match, Liam went to the pub. It was on May 14th 1995. I perfectly remember it, because this same night, Liam fucked up.

Noel and I were in studio. As per usual, he was writing a song, while I was smoking a joint, drinking a cup of tea and listening to music through the radio. At a moment, the radio broadcast Blur songs with the famous game “Whoever calls first wins tickets for a forthcoming concert.

I hated Girls and boys, Parklife wasn’t bad, but I liked To the end. I imagined myself dancing a slow with Noel. I unconsciously started to hum the melody, and I didn’t feel Noel’s gaze on me until the second chorus of the song and took my headphones off my ears.

What? I asked

Ye’re humming, I can’t concentrate. Even more when it’s a fucking Blur song. He answered

Oh soz. Huh… Don’t think I’m a Blur fan. I just like this one.

Ye’ve got the right to like what ye like. But I’ll start worrying when I’ll hear ye sing Girls and boys.

If it ever happens, kill me please. I said, laughing

Count on me. He chuckled

What’s the song’s name now? I said, indicating his guitar with my head

Champagne Supernova.

I’m all ears.

Noel smiled and played what he already had written.

I don’t know what you mean by “slowly walking down the hall, faster than a cannonball” but I love it.

I don’t know what the fuck it means either, but I think it sounds great.

He put his guitar aside, holding out his arms to me. I put my headphones down, and I approached him and sat on his lap. He wrapped his arms around me before kissing me.

I’m proud of you, you know that? I said

Oh yea? I work hard, me.

Yeah. And I also think you work too much. You better let me take care of you on your birthday.

I’ll let ye do whatever ye want. He answered

And I could even start now… I said, seductively, putting my hand on his crotch

Oh, do it then…

But we didn’t have the time to even start, because Liam was back from the pub and I heard multiple voices, meaning it wasn’t alone.

He entered the room, followed by a man and two girls.

And here’s our kid, the chief and genius of this band.

What the fuck Liam?! Noel said

Uh-oh… I said

I stood up, so did Noel. They started arguing. Noel was furious. Liam wasn’t supposed to bring anyone here. So I approached his guests.

Guys, the party’s over, let’s go out.

They nodded and followed me outside.

I’m soz guys. It’s just that Liam isn’t supposed to bring anyone here. It’s Oasis’s workplace, and the band prefers to keep things private. But don’t worry, you’ll soon have an album to listen to, they work hard for this.

Thank you. We’re sorry, we didn’t know… Liam invited us to come, so we followed. The man said

You couldn’t have known. But here’s a thing for you, if ever cross Liam’s path again and he’s drunk. Don’t follow him. He’s a nice and cool lad but tends to do some bullshit when he downed a few pints. And at least, you’ll avoid Noel’s anger. He’s not angry at you, he loves his fans, but he needs privacy when making an album.

We understand. Thank you for telling us kindly. One of the girls answered

That��s perfectly normal.

They left, and I started walking back to the studio. As I was about to walk past the window, it shattered in front of me, the extinguisher flying through it and landing at my feet, making me scream in surprise.

Me guitar ye fucking knob! Noel shouted

Uh-oh… I said again, this time to myself

I ran back into the studio, trying to make my way through the mess and all the broken stuff, finding the brothers punching each other.

Hey, stop this! I shouted

They didn’t, and Noel grabbed what was close to him: a cricket bat. And just like that, he hit Liam over the head with it. Liam was stunned, and he fainted.

Noel! I yelled

He’s finally off me arse. Come on, let’s go!

Whitey who heard noises entered the room.

What the fuck happened here? He asked

I’ll tell ye, grab the car keys, we’re leaving. Noel said

No we’re not! We have to take Liam to the hospital! I answered, panicked, in front of Liam’s unanimated body

He’ll get over it. Come on before he wakes up, are ye comin’ or not? Noel said

No! Noel, we… we can’t go and leave him like this! You might have hurt him real bad!

I started giving gentle slaps on Liam’s cheek.

Did you hear m… I started

But Noel had left at the moment he heard my no. I heard the car engine start. Liam regained consciousness, and as if he was a fucking cyborg, he got up, and did like his brother. He jumped out the broken window, grabbed a dust bin and threw it at the car that was now leaving.

Ye fuckin’ coward! He yelled

I joined him outside.

Damn right, he’s one. I answered

Liam yelled like a 4-year-old in surprise when he saw me, causing me to yell with him as well.

Fer fuck’s sake, ye scared the shit out of me Y/N, I thought ye left with him.

I was next to you, you dumbass! Didn’t you see me when you woke up in Robocop mode?

No I fucking didn’t. And I’m no fucking Robocop, it’s just adrenaline!

I can believe that! You leapt to your feet and literally sprinted towards the car without a care in the world.

Soz Y/N.

It’s okay. Are you well? I asked, worried for him

Me head hurts.

Come on, let’s put some ice on this head.

Here. Put this on your head. I said, handing him a tea towel full of ice cubes

Thank ye. He answered, taking it and putting it on his head

It’s bad enough you don’t have a lot of brain cells, and that cricket bat probably didn’t do you any good.

Ha-ha, very funny Y/N.

To be serious, what has fucking got into you Li’? You knew it would make him furious. Why did you do that?

I wanted to have fun with me fans, me. I’m a man of the people.

I can understand that but bringing them to the studio clearly wasn’t the best idea.

I know.

You should slow down on pints and cocaine Li’. It doesn’t help you. You’re often fucking up because of that. And I’m only telling you because you’re like my little brother. And because Noel clearly isn’t the one who’s going to tell you this.

Ye might be right. Thank ye fer caring Y/N.

It’s okay. Now how about I roll us a joint, we smoke it, and we clean up this mess?

Good idea.

And tomorrow, our kid will hear me. Don’t worry about it.

May 15th 1995:

I was having breakfast when I heard a car come closer. I put my cinnamon roll on the table, swallowed what was left of it in my mouth and went outside. Noel and Whitey were back. And the worst thing in all that, is that they acted as if nothing happened. I crossed my arms together and waited for Noel to approach me.

Heya love! He said, coming to kiss me

I slapped him.

You fucking idiot! I yelled at him

OUCH! He answered, his hand on his cheek

Your little brother could have died! What were you thinking?! Happily it’s nothing serious, it’ll only feel like a hangover, but it could have been! Did you think about that Noel?!

Listen, I’m soz okay ? But he broke me guitar and he pissed me off!

And so? Is that a reason to smash a cricket bat on his head and leave like a fucking thief?

Huh… no…

You’re smarter than that Noel, come on! Don’t you ever do something like that ever again, understood? I softened

Yeah, I learned me lesson.

You better.

#oasis #oasis band #liam and noel #britpop #noel gallagher x reader #noel gallagher fluff #noel gallagher smut #noel gallagher fanfic #noel gallagher #90s noel gallagher #90s liam gallagher #liam gallagher x reader #Spotify

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Valentine Memories

Premise: When Alan finds a box of childhood memorabilia, Cassie teases Ethan about his romantic past.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: General. Fluff. Words: 1,625

A/N: This is based on an ask I received from @jerzwriter. Submission for @choicesmonthlychallenge To Be prompt "XOXO"; @choicesholidays Valentine's Day prompt "Be my valentine"; @choices-february2023, Day 14 prompt "Valentine's Day"; @choicesficwriterscreations Valentine's Day event.

It was a bright blue winter day with freshly fallen snow dotting the flat green landscape around Interstate 90. They left Boston late enough to avoid the weekend crowds heading off to ski lodges in the vicinity but early enough to make a day of it in Providence.

When the car turned toward I-95, the south-easterly sun’s harsh rays bounced off the windshield. Briefly blinded, Cassie Valentine pulled the visor down and silently cursed.

She meant to grab her sunglasses before leaving the apartment, but she’d overslept and had been in a rush. The last thing she wanted was for Ethan to give her a look that implied he hadn’t truly expected her to be ready on time.

The delectable Dr. Ramsey could be a real troll on occasion.

“Here.”

Cassie looked over to see Ethan holding out a pair of sunglasses with dark plastic lenses. His own were parked on the bridge of his nose, hiding his laser-blue eyes. So she wondered where these had come from. She arched one brow as she put them on, relieved when her eyes no longer squinted against the sun.

“You never seem to have a pair on you when you need them,” he explained, reading her thoughts perfectly. “I picked up a couple of cheap drugstore ones to keep in the car.”

Annoyed at his superior tone, Cassie harrumphed and folded her arms, only to unfold them seconds later as she chuckled at the implication. This wasn’t the first time she’d forgotten her glasses, so she really couldn’t blame Ethan.

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” She shook her head in amusement.

“Top of the class, Valentine,” he drawled.

Cassie rolled her eyes and turned up the volume instead, singing along to the chorus of The Black Keys’ Wild Child.

They drove in companionable silence towards his childhood home for Ethan’s monthly visit to see his father. Cassie had insisted on coming even though she had made plans to go couch shopping with Bryce. Her friend understood the last-minute notice.

The more their relationship progressed, the more she was determined to make Ethan stop compartmentalizing their lives. Visiting Alan was an important part, especially since Ethan was heartily welcomed into her own family.

As they neared Providence, Ethan exited the interstate and joined traffic winding through the city streets. The scenery outside gradually changed from gentrified neighborhoods to middle-class subdivisions until he turned down a familiar road.

This part of town was older, the streets lined with modest houses, all a bit worse for wear, snow covering pitched roofs and small yards. Cassie spied four young boys in a small park up ahead, throwing snowballs at each other, their laughter ringing through the air.

“Did you ever do that?” she asked, tilting her head to indicate the boys.

Ethan followed her gaze, and his face softened in nostalgia. “As much as possible. You can’t live in New England and not have snowball fights.”

As they neared his father’s house, he slowed the car and parked along the curb.

“My friends and I would pray for a snow day,” Ethan continued, switching off the ignition, his eyes still on the boys. “And when we got one, we spent all day outside building a snow fort and engaging in all-out war. We had complicated hand signals and code words, the whole shebang.”

“Max and I always save the first snowball fight for Tony. Team Double Trouble, you know.” She grinned wickedly. “If he can beat us, he can join a twin activity. Otherwise, it’s Twin Time, Butt Out.”

She laughed in recollection as they exited the car. “Tony hasn’t managed to beat us yet, much to his chagrin.”

Alan must have been watching out for them. Cassie saw him come outside on the porch, rubbing his arms against the cold temperatures. Ethan walked around the front of the car to join her on the sidewalk, taking her hand in his.

“Welcome, welcome,” Alan greeted as they walked up the short steps.

Father and son hugged briefly while Cassie took Alan’s outstretched hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Let’s get out of the cold,” Alan said, waving his hand to have her precede him, with Ethan bringing up the rear. “Had a feeling you’d be near, so I put on a fresh pot of coffee.”

Cassie and Ethan took off their winter boots inside the door, hung up their winter coats in the hallway closet and joined Alan in the living room.

The scent of brewed coffee and lemon furniture polish hung in the air, making Cassie’s nose twitch in appreciation. The furniture was old but well cared for, and there wasn’t a speck of dust anywhere.

She always liked how Ethan’s place was neat and tidy. It looked like this was another trait he had inherited from his father.

Soon they were enjoying their coffee and cookies. Alan caught them up on his happenings, and they did the same. When the talk turned to Ethan’s relatives, Cassie leaned her head on Ethan’s shoulder and settled in to enjoy this glimpse into his life.

A short while later, Alan got up from his seat, reached behind the armchair and lifted a cardboard box off the floor. Ethan’s name was scrawled on the outside in black marker.

“I was cleaning out the attic and came upon this box of your old stuff,” he said, setting the box down on the coffee table. “Thought you might want to go through it, son, and see if there’s anything you want to take back to Boston.”

Brows furrowed, Ethan lifted the flaps slowly. “I’m sure it’s nothing worth keeping.”

“Not so fast, babe,” Cassie cut in, reaching in to grab a thick folder. “Ethan’s report cards, grades one to three,” she read out loud. “Pay dirt.”

Ethan tried to grab the folder, but she simply moved her hand out of reach. She quickly scanned a couple of report cards and nodded in confirmation. She looked over the top of the folder, her green eyes sparkling with laughter.

“Gold stars? Not surprising,” she teased, sticking her tongue out at him. “But it says here, ‘Highly intelligent. Needs to think before speaking.’”

“It does not say that,” he protested, swallowing back the rest when she shoved the report card in front of his face, the words clearly written in red pen. “Oh.”

“Never had to worry about his grades,” Alan told Cassie, smiling as his eyes tracked between her and Ethan. “However, I can’t tell you how many parent-teacher meetings ended with, ‘Mr. Ramsey, your son is a gifted student, but he needs to learn to show more respect to his fellow classmates and teachers.’”

Alan mimicked the last, making Ethan utter “Christ!” under his breath and pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Yeah…,” Cassie mused, tapping one finger against her lips as she watched Ethan with a considering look. “That sounds about right. He might be Chief Ramsey now, but his people skills haven’t improved.”

Alan winked conspiratorially at Cassie and picked up the tray with their used coffee cups and plates to carry into the kitchen.

Ethan snatched the file out of her hands and shoved it back inside the box a little too forcefully, causing a thick paper pink card to pop up from the folds. He groaned when Cassie’s eyes lit up, and she tugged the card out before he could stop her.

“Did you make this Valentine’s Day card in class?” Cassie teased, turning the card over, glitter shimmering on her fingertips. “How come you never made me one?”

“You don’t celebrate the thing, remember?” he said, shoving his fingers through his hair. “Certainly makes my life easier, having a girlfriend that doesn’t want the fuss or muss.”

“Au contraire, Dr. Ramsey,” Cassie scoffed, flipping the card open. “I expect both the fuss and muss, just not on the Day That Shall Remain Nameless. You have three hundred and sixty-four days—three sixty-five during a Leap Year—to spoil me rotten.”

She guffawed when she read the message inscribed in purple pen, more glittery hearts sprinkled inside. “Dear Ethan. Please be my valentine. I heart you. So much. XOXO. Melanie.”

Cassie looked up from the card and shared a teasing glance with Alan, who walked back into the room and sat down in the armchair.

She schooled her features and threw Ethan a disgruntled look. “You’ve been holding out on me, babe. Who’s this floozy Melanie? And why does she think she can put the moves on my man?”

“The hell if I know,” Ethan growled. “I don’t even know what grade this is from.”

Cassie examined the card. “Based on the style, glitter usage and mix of cursive and block writing, third or fourth grade would be my guess.”

“Another thing Ethan was never short of,” Alan added, nodding sagely, chin propped on the heel of his hand. “The stories I could tell you about girls dropping by the house, calling at all hours, trying to get his attention. There are probably a few Valentine’s Day cards tucked inside that box. ”

“Not helping, Dad.” Agitated, Ethan shoved off the couch and towered over her, hands on his hips. “And what the hell, Cassie? I didn’t even know you then!”

Ethan knew he’d just been had when Cassie and his dad shared a look and then burst into laughter. She clutched her belly and doubled over, her body shaking with mirth, gasping for air with tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

Ethan did the only thing he could think of to shut her up. He tugged her off the couch and into his arms, framed her face between his hands, and kissed the laughter away.

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#ethan ramsey #open heart #choices open heart #ethan ramsey x mc #writers on tumblr #choices fic writers creations #cfwc valentines 2023 #open heart fanfics #choices fanfics #open heart fanfiction #choices fanfiction #ethan ramsey x cassie valentine #choicesfebruary2023

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katblu42 · 1 year

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The Hug Shirt: For Dad

Okay. So, first things first. Big, big thank you hugs to all of you for your wonderful support of The Hug Shirt. I'm still very humbled by the love you've shown for my first ever Thunderbirds fanfic.

And an extra massive thank you hug to @squiddokiddo for the 2nd anniversary reblog, which has brought the story to some new readers . . . and inspired to me write an addition. A return of the Hug Shirt, if you will.

I really want to thank each and every one of you who have liked, commented, reblogged and engaged with this story in any way - but if I did that I'd be here all day, and I'd run the risk of missing someone out. So please believe me when I say it is all very much appreciated.

Special thanks to @onereyofstarlight for the cheer-leading on this one.

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Virgil dragged his weary bones out of the elevator and towards the sunken lounge area. It had been a long day, but a successful rescue, and he was glad to be home. He was a little surprised to find the room so quiet, and the windows shaded to keep the light level low. Until he spotted Dad snoozing in his recliner.

Resisting the urge to run a quick med-scan and check vitals, he was about to follow the sounds of voices outside when he registered what his Dad was wearing and did a double-take. He couldn’t help but smile as he wondered which of his brothers had tucked their father up in the Hug Shirt.

An hour or so earlier . . .

“You okay, Dad?”

Jeff lifted heavy eyelids and found himself gazing up into the concerned crystal blue eyes of his youngest son. He wasn’t actually sure when Alan had joined him at his desk, or how long the hand on his shoulder had been there.

“I’m fine,” he answered with a fond smile. He was still getting used to being home and having his oh-so-grown-up sons looking out for him. “Just a little tired.”

The frown creasing Alan’s brow melted away and the hand from Jeff’s shoulder reached up to nervously scratch at hairs at the back of the blonde’s head.

“Well, we’ve got this in hand if you wanna make use of that new recliner of yours and take a break?” Alan’s free hand waved vaguely at the holographic displays of information hovering above the desk, and Jeff realised he had zoned out for a little longer than he thought. “Scott’s already on his way back with Gordon, and Virgil should be wrapping up any moment now. They’ll all be back before you know it.”

Jeff couldn’t help but chuckle. He felt as though he was being parented by his baby boy.

“Yes, perhaps you’re right,” he conceded and raised himself up out of the desk chair, grabbing the cane and starting a slow yet steady walk across to the recliner.

Alan hovered as though unsure if he’d need to lend his father extra support but, thankfully, he stayed put and Jeff was spared the indignity of being leant assistance he didn’t need. The addition of John’s voice softly carrying through the room, coordinating the final stages of Virgil’s rescue operation met his ears as Jeff eased himself down into the comfortable seat and adjusted the lever to recline the back and lift the footrest.

As he felt himself sink into the soft contours of the cushions he could hardly believe he had ever argued against the need for this chair. But Virgil had stubbornly insisted that it would aide his recovery and, in a manner reminiscent of Lucy, plotted with his brothers to purchase and install the new furniture despite Jeff’s own stubborn resistance. Virgil had practically needed to force him to sit in it the first time, and Jeff may still have resisted if it wasn’t for the glare his mother had given him when he began to protest, but as soon as he’d settled into it he realised how wrong he’d been. This chair was everything Virgil had promised and more in terms of comfort and support for a body still on the long road to recovery after long years in space.

Jeff let the voices of his sons wash over him, barely paying attention to their banter over the comms. It was the only soundtrack he needed, more comforting than even the welcome sounds of ocean waves, a gentle breeze through the trees, and the cries of the local birds. He was beginning to doze again when Alan approached him.

“Do you need anything, Dad?”

“I think I have everything I need, Son.” A spark of mischief glinted in his eyes. “Although . . . I do miss the days of having a little boy to cuddle up against me and keep me warm while I nap.”

“Aw, Dad.” Alan’s nose crinkled in that I’m-not-a-kid-anymore way that all kids had, then his brow creased in thought.

The expressions that played on Alan’s face as he tried to gauge the appropriate response were comical, but they pulled at Jeff’s heartstrings a little more than he expected. He could still see the vestiges of the little boy he left behind in the young man who stood before him, trying so hard to do the right thing and not let his Dad down, but still puzzling out the right way to go about it.

“I’m way too big for you to use me as a heated cuddle toy. But,” Alan’s face lit up in a manner that reminded Jeff of a cartoon light-bulb moment, “I think I know exactly what will do the trick.”

Alan dashed out of the room in a flurry of squeaked footsteps and was gone for a few minutes. When he returned he was carrying what appeared to be one of Virgil’s shirts. As he drew nearer, holding the shirt out in front of him, Jeff could see that the flannel was worn and tatty in a few places. Alan insisted that he put his arms into the sleeves, but held the shirt towards him back-to-front.

“Trust me, Dad.”

How could he say no to that?

So, Jeff put his arms into the sleeves and let Alan pull the back of the shirt collar up under his chin and fuss over tucking the rest of the shirt around him. The flannel was soft and promised warmth. It smelled faintly of paint and engine oil, but also traces of Scott’s aftershave, a hint of chlorine and something he couldn’t quite identify, but which reminded him of John.

“There,” Alan said as he stopped fussing and stood back. “Just like one of Virgil’s hugs, only this way the hug can last as long as you want.”

A memory stirred somewhere in Jeff’s mind.

“Thanks, Sprout.” Jeff returned his little boy’s beaming smile, then Alan took his cue and left the room, dimming the lights on the way past.

Jeff closed his eyes, dragging up vague memories of his two youngest boys donning a flannel shirt that was many sizes too big for them at times when they most missed their big brother – or brothers. He began to wonder exactly what stories this shirt could tell, what moments of comfort had his little ones needed it for, and had the older boys taken refuge in its soft folds too? But the thoughts quickly faded. He was comfortable, he was home, his boys were safe and he was enveloped in warm folds that embodied the love of his family.

#thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fandom #jeff tracy #alan tracy #virgil tracy #hug shirt #fluff

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Father knows best chapter 7: The Family Jewels

Summary:

Millie is trying to find Moxxie, Cash and Blitzø talk, Crimson’s the worst, Alessio is sus.

Notes:

TW: language, creepy people, blackmail, calling a trans woman he/him in past because it was before they knew, will not be using any variation of a deadname or anything like that. And feelings. Lmk if I should add. ‘I can't break the cycle, am I just a fool? Falling down like dominoes, hit by family jewels Pass it down from kid to kid, the chain will never end 'Less I decide to go to it, will I see the end? Ooh, don't you find it strange? Only thing we share is one last name Did I beat you at your own game? Typical of me to put us all to shame.’ ~The family jewels by Marina and the diamonds.

~~~Moxxie~~~

Alessio sent Moxxie to Crimson’s office the next morning.

It was taking Millie and Blitzø forever to find him, but he had to stay strong for them.

The walk to his father’s office gave Moxxie a creepy deja vu feeling, remembering when Alessio would often send him there when Crimson wanted to talk to him. Usually it was about work, sometimes it had to do with Moxxie doing something wrong.

“You wanted to talk to me….sir?” Moxxie asks.

“Come in.” Crimson says to him, setting his pen down and giving Moxxie his full attention.

Moxxie does as he’s told and walks into the room.

But, Moxxie’s hand clenched the door handle tightly as if closing the door behind him would result in repeating the actions of yesterday…

“Moxxie…” Crimson warns.

Moxxie takes a deep breath in attempt to slow down his fast beating heart. He closes his eyes, then closes the door slowly.

“Good boy.” Crimson says. “Now, take a seat. I’d like to talk about how things are gonna work around here now that you’re home.”

Moxxie turns to Crimson, but he doesn’t sit. “Sir. Why are yo-“

“Don’t interrupt me.” Crimson snaps at him. “You’re lucky you’re not dead after the stunt you pulled, do you have any idea what you di-“

“I don’t want to stay here! I dont- I can’t-“ Moxxie shouts, slamming his hands on the desk. “I won’t! Why don’t you understand that?”

Crimson stands and interrupts. “I couldn’t care less what you want, you ungrateful bitch! You’re staying here with me and that’s final!” Crimson says.

“No, I’m not! Why the fuck would I ever stay here? Why do you even want me here? You don’t care about me!” “Is that really what you think?” Crimson asks. “Yes! And you can’t change that! You can force me to regress all you want, but that won’t change anything, my REAL family will find m-“

“You really think those clowns are your family? Don’t be stupid.” Crimson says. “I suggest you learn who your real family is fast before somebody gets hurt.” Crimson pulled out a cigar and lighter. “W-what do you mean?” Moxxie asks. Crimson lights his cigar, then puts the lighter back in his pocket. “Your boss, Blitzø adopted a hell hound a few years ago, goes by the name of Loona; funny, he’s even stupid enough to call the thing his daughter.” Crimson explains.

Moxxie’s heart increased volume as the rest of the room remained silent for a moment. “What?”

“He also has a twin sister, goes by the name Barbie Wire. She’s currently dwelling in Sloth. St. Alan hospital’s rehab center to be exact. She was omitted by Blitzø after overdosing on Hydromorphone. She’s making some great progress I hear. Expected to get out of there any time now.” Crimson grins. “His father is also still around, I had a lovely conversation with him.”

Moxxie looks away for a moment, biting down a comment about how glad he was that Crimson got to meet another shitty father to bond with.

“And you’re lovely Mildred.” Crimson starts again, chuckling, causing Moxxie to snap his eyes back at him again. “Her parents Lynn and Jo, live on a humble little farm in wrath with their four sons-“

“Three sons.” Moxxie corrects.

“What?” Crimson asks.

“Sally Mae is trans.” Moxxie says.

Crimson raises an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

Moxxie sighs. “She’s a girl.”

Crimson rolls his eyes. “Fine. Whatever.”

“I don’t understand, dad. Why are you doing this? I’m not even-“

Crimson harshly grabs Moxxie’s face with his claws, digging deep into Moxxie’s skin as his father pulls him closer. “I know it’s very hard for your dumb little boy brain to understand, so I’ll make it simple for ya. You work at I.M.P no longer, you will take your rightful place in the organization, and you WILL start fucking listening to me!” Crimson’s voice suddenly becomes softer: “In return, you’ll be protected and properly taken care of.”

Moxxie gulps.

“It’s better this way.” Crimson says, letting his chin go in favor of patting his head. “I mean, did you honestly believe they’re better with you there holding them back all the time?” He asks.

A sharp pain of guilt struck Moxxie’s chest, he felt like death.

Would Millie really be better off without him?

No, of course not, Millie loved him!

Crimson was trying to manipulate him.

But, if he doesn’t agree, he’ll just go after Millie and Blitzø’s family.

He’ll be hurting Millie and Blitzø in a way they could never recover from…

It’ll be all his fault!

Moxxie rubs his arm anxiously. “But, what about…”

“If you’re worried about the rest of I.M.P, don’t be. So long as you’re obedient, they won’t be hurt.” Crimson says.

Moxxie sighs. “Promise?”

Crimson looks into Moxxie’s eyes, his gaze cold and deadly. “You have my word.”

Moxxie sighs. “Okay…”

“Good boy.” Crimson smiles.

“But-“

Crimson raises both eyebrows at him.

“D-Do I really have to regress?” Moxxie asks. “I’ll do whatever you say, I just- I don’t want to-“

“Moxxie…” Crimson grabs his face again, but gentler this time. “Someone needs to look after you.” He says, caressing the young imp’s cheek with his thumb. “It’s not like you’re capable of doing it yourself.” He scolds.

“Sir-“

“Don’t fucking question me again, Moxxie. Do you understand?”

Moxxie deflates. “Yes, sir.”

“Good boy.” Crimson praised. “You know as well as I do that you have commitments here, responsibilities. You really thought I was gonna let you try and run off like your mother did? I don’t think so.”

His mother died! She didn’t abandon him!

She never would…

She never left him!

~~~Past~~~

His parents were screaming at each other, it wasn’t even lunch time yet, and they were screaming like there was a fire.

Moxxie was trying to read in his room when he hears his mother shout: “That’s it! I’m going to my sisters!”

“Great! Knock yourself out! Have a fucking good time getting drunk with your slutty sister!” Crimson shouts. “See if I care!”

Moxxie’s mother sighs. “Moxxie!” She called.

Moxxie closes the book and sets it aside.

Book abandoned, he starts to walk down the stairs. “Yes, Mama?”

“What are you doing? You are not taking him!” Crimson says.

Moxxie stops moving at his father’s tone, he hoped they wouldn’t go at it again.

“Pack a suitcase, Chip. We’re visiting your cousins for a few days.” His mother tells him.

“The hell you are!” Crimson says. “Moxxie, get down here. You’re staying with me!”

Moxxie stays where he is, he wants to listen to his parents, but his father wants him downstairs and his mother wants him upstairs, so mid-stairs seems like a good middle ground to satisfy both parents.

“I want him to be a regular kid for once! Going to wrath will allow him to play outside, get some sunshine, some fresh air!” She says.

“Overrated bullshit!” His father says. “He doesn’t need any of that!”

“He never gets to see his cousins.” She says. “He’s just a kid, he should be allowed to have some fun every now and then.” She says.

Moxxie knew the truth though, it had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with his father; Mama never let him alone with daddy for long.

“Fine, if it gets rid of you for a few days, it’ll be fucking worth it.” Crimson says, leaving the room and slamming the door.

Moxxie didn’t like when they fought, why can’t they just get along for once?

His mother smiles at him. “Pack a bag, chip.” She instructed.

Moxxie forced a smiled back at her, then did as he was told.

But He hates his cousins, and he hates when his parents fight…

Why can’t they just love each other?

Was it really that hard?

~~~Blitzø~~~

Blitzø returned to greed to meet with his father as requested.

He knew whatever it was he was up to, wasn’t going to be good. He hasn’t even spoken with Cash since the incident. What could he possibly want to about now?

‘You did this, she’d still be alive if it wasn’t for you.’

No, it’s okay. It’s over….

Blitzø’s okay.

Blitzø walks into the tent without warning as Cash sat at a desk to collect his little profit.

“Blitzo.” Cash greeted with a sadistic smile. “You actually showed up, what a surprise.”

Blitzø crossed his arms. “Let’s get this over with quickly, alright? I have places to be.”

“Can’t even make time to talk with your own father?” Cash asks. “You alway we’re a disrespectful little shit.” He scolded.

Blitzø rolls his eyes. “Oh please, the best parenting you’ve done was on the stage, and even then it wasn’t very convincing.”

“You haven’t changed a bit, have you?” Cash asks, rolling his eyes aswell.

“I’ve changed plenty actually.” Blitzø explains, eyes going dark. “These days, when I shoot someone, I don’t fucking miss.”

Cash glares daggers at Blitzø. “I suggest you talk to me more respectfully, boy. I do have something you want after all.”

“Yeah? What might that be?” Blitzø asks.

“Information.” Cash smiles. “You want your employee back, well I know who took him.”

“I’m not sure if I believe you.” Blitzø says.

“His name is Moxxie knolasname, he has white hair, he’s short, loves night at the opera-“

“Doesn’t prove anything.” Blitzø says. “Also, it’s phantom of the…”

“Does this prove anything?” Cash asks. The older Imp grabs something from the dresser behind him and shows it to Blitzø.

Moxxie’s bow tie…? At least one of them. How did he-

Blitzø takes out his revolver. “I swear to fuck, if you hurt him…”

“Looks like you finally believe me, eh?” Cash laughs. “I really should just let this be, let you suffer and not tell you a thing about your stupid employee, especially after what you did to my Tilla and my beautiful circus all those years ago.”

Blitzø feels a pain in his gut, and his legs feel faint. “I didn’t-“

“Yes, the fuck you did, you little prick!” Cash yelled at him.

Blitzø’s heart pounded inside him, he’s resisted the urge to run, or rip this man’s head off. “It was an accident and you know that! An accident you caused in case you forgot! Which by the way, if you didn’t sell me to stupid birds, you wouldn’t have had a circus to burn down anyway!”

“You could never let that go, could ya? You know you loved it, you manipulative whore!” Cash scolded. “You always had to use other people to get what you wanted, I just capitalized on it.”

“That’s not true…” Blitzø says.

He hoped it wasn’t…

“That’s why you were with Fizzarolli, wasn’t it?” Cash asks. “So he’d make you look good, he’d benefited you.”

“No!” Blitzø says. “I was with him because I love him-“ Blitzø hears himself and lowers his voice, “loved. I mean loved him.” He corrects softly.

Fuck.

Of course he can finally admit it, now that they’re not together. Why couldn’t he just tell Fizz how he felt before?

“And what about that demon prince? Stolas right? The one you constantly complained about, the one I sold you too?” Cash asks.

“It’s a mutual agreement.” Blitzø says, arms crossed.

“Of course it is.” Cash scoffs.

“We’re not dating, it’s nothing serious.” Blitzø says. “But we both know that. I’m not manipulating him and he’s not manipulating me. I’m not you!”

Cash laughs. “Sure you’re not. I’m sure you both have good intentions.

“We do, not that it’s any of your fucking business!” Blitzø says.

Cash chuckles. “Maybe it’s not, but it will be.”

Blitzø growls. “The fuck is that supposed to mean? If you think you can just-“

“Ah-ah.” Cash interrupted. “Daddy’s speaking now, little one. Unless you’d rather not know where he is.” Cash condescendingly remarks.

Blitzø sits down and crosses his arms again.

Unfortunately, cash is right. Blitzø needs answers.

He can’t just leave Moxxie to deal with this alone.

“That’s a good boy. I thought maybe to let you watch as they killed the little bitch boy, but then I realized I could benefit from this. You have something I want, I have something you want.”

Blitzø didn’t like where this is going…

Cash then grabs a pile of papers and hands it to Blitzø.

Blitzø’s eyes widen as he looks the papers over. “You want I.M.P?”

“No, what I want is money, but I don’t suppose you have that, do you?” Cash asks.

When Blitzø doesn’t answer, Cash continues: “It’s a pretty simple contract, you give me I.M.P and all its assets, you and your employees will work for me for the remainder of your pathetic lives, and I will tell you where the little shit is located. We got a deal?”

Blitzø exhales deeply…

This can’t be happening…

~~~Mille~~~

Millie knocked on the door to what she assumed was Moxxie’s aunt’s house.

She had no clue what she was doing, but had confidence in her ability to convince herself she knows what she’s doing.

The door opens and a tall woman with long dark hair answers: “Hello? Can I help you?”

“Hi, my name is Millie. I’m looking for the family of Moxxie knowlasname.” She says.

“Moxxie?” The lady asks. “Like Kay and Crimson’s kid?”

“Yes.” Millie says.

“And who exactly are you?”

“Millie, I’m his wife.” She says.

The woman smiled, then pulled Millie inside the house before she could say more. “Well, why didn’t you say so, come in darlin’ let me make you somethin. I’m Liz, Moxxie’s favorite aunt.” She says.

“Nice to meet you.” She says. Millie walks in the house, following Liz. Something about her rubbed Millie the wrong way, she found herself eager to leave. “Look, I don’t have much time to chat, you see, Moxxie is missing, and he-“

“How long have you and Moxxie been together?” Liz asks, as if Millie hadn’t said a thing.

“Did you not hear what I just-“

“I heard you, we’ll get back to it.” Liz says. “Answer the question.”

Millie raises an eyebrow. “Uhm, okay. Well, we’ve been together for almost three years now. Married for only a year and a half.” Millie explains.

Liz nods. “Wow. Well, congratulations. I can’t say I’m not disappointed that I wasn’t invited, but I suppose under your circumstances I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“What circumstances are those?” Millie asks.

“Well, his family. You know his dad is into some dirty dealings, don’t you?”

“Yes. But Moxxie cut ties with those people.” She says.

“Oh, sweetie. If you think he’s not involved in that business, you’re in denial.”

“Guess I am then, because he isn’t.” Millie says, crossing her arms.

“Sure, hun.” Liz says.

“He isn’t!”

“Alright. How long has Moxxie been missing?” Liz asks.

“He was taken two days ago.” Millie says.

“How do you know Moxxie was taken?” Liz asks. “You sure he didn’t just leave?”

“Of course he didn’t leave, Moxxie would never just leave me.” Millie says.

“You sure? Not even to protect you?” Liz asks.

Millie thought about it…

He wouldn’t…would he?

Well, he didn’t tell her about his father, or

No! His phone was smashed, and he would have left a note…

He would never hurt Millie…

“You’re trying to distract me, and it won’t work, I will find him wether you want me to or not!” Millie says. “And if I find him here, I will kill you.” She snarls.

Liz doesn’t look scared. “I’m sorry, dear. You may look all you like. Don’t forget the attic and the cellar.” Liz says.

Millie glares at her. “Thanks.”

~~~Millie, Past~~~

Millie didn’t use to believe in fate. She didn’t believe in soulmates or one true love. She didn’t believe in meant to be’s.

She believed hard work earned you everything, this was something drilled into her from a very young age.

But then, she met Moxxie.

“Mildred, get in here!” Her mother shouted.

“Yes, Mama?” Millie asks as she made her way downstairs.

“Your teacher called. She said you beat up a kid at your school.” Lynn says. “Is that true?”

“He called me a messy haired bitch!” She says. “I had to show him who was boss!”

“That’s no excuse, young lady. You get too carried away. Now they’re demanding we handle the medical bill. When will you learn? You fight fire with fire. Not gasoline?” Lynn asks.

“But he deserved it!” Millie says.

“It wasn’t a fist fight, Millie. If they insult you with words, you fire back with words. Got that?”

“Yes, Ma.” Millie mumbles, arms crossed.

“Honestly, what are we gonna do with you? You’re worse than your brothers.” Lynn tisks. “You’re going to be paying us back every dime of this.” She says.

“But-“

“No arguing, get upstairs and take some time to think about what you did.” Lynn demanded.

Millie stomps upstairs to her and her sister’s room.

“It’s not fair, I always get in trouble!” She says. “How come you don’t?” Millie asks.

“Because,” her younger sister shrugs. “I’m better than you.”

“You’re not better than me!” Millie says.

“Ugh, yes, I am!” Sally says.

“Nah uh!”

“Uh huh!”

“Yes, and besides he’s right. Your hair is messy.” She says. “It’s gross.”

Millie’s blood boils. “You’re gross! You seriously want to fight me? You want to get what he got?”

“Bring it, sis. Let’s settle this once and for all.” Sally challenges.

“You’re on!” Millie says.

~~~Moxxie, past~~~

“Roxxie, let go of your sister!” Moxxie could hear from inside. He never understood his cousins, they were loud, they ran around, they fought. Why did they find that enjoyable? What was the point? People just get hurt.

“Not until she says uncle!” Roxxie shouts.

“Oww! Mom!”

“Knock it off you too! Your aunt Kay will be here any minute!”

“Mom?” Moxxie asks, tugging on his mother’s sleeve. “Do we have to go in there?” He asks.

“Come on, Chip. Don’t you want to see your family?” His mother asks.

Suddenly they hear a loud ‘crash!’

“Roxxie, Trixxie!” His aunt shouted.

“She did it!” The twins shout.

“Not really.” Moxxie answers.

“Come on, chip. It’ll be fun.” His mother promised, taking his hand and knocking on the door.

Moxxie sighs. “Yes, mama.”

“Aunt Kay!” The twins shouted, hugging their aunt, then they both hugged Moxxie.

Moxxie just sorta stood there while the twins hugged him. The twins were just full of excitement, he wasn’t sure how to respond to it; hhis entire body just froze.

“Hello, Moxxie.” His aunt Liz greets.”

“Hi.” Moxxie says nonchalantly, just staring and forcing himself to keep eye contact.

“Lively as ever I see.” Liz says sarcastically before turning her attention to her sister. “Hey, sis.”

Moxxie’s mother hugs her sister. “It’s been ages.”

They said more, but Moxxie couldn’t concentrate on that, his cousins were chatting and talking to Moxxie about certain events in wrath; But it was hard to pay attention, hard to register, there was too much going on at once, his body wanted nothing more than to disappear, or just go home.

Suddenly aunt Liz picked up Kayla their youngest child and leaned over to Moxxie. “Kyla, can you say hi to Moxxie?” Liz asks her in a babyish tone.”Can you say hi?

The one year old only stared at Moxxie who stared back.

“Hi Kayla.” Moxxie says. Not sure why Liz wanted this, Kayla probably wouldn’t remember this interaction from being too young, and Kayla can’t talk so Moxxie receives nothing from this interaction.

Liz smiles, “come in, I have sweet tea.” She says to Kay. “Roxxie, Trixxie, play nice now.” She says.

“Come on, Moxxie! Let’s play capture the flag!” Roxxie says.

“Mom?” Moxxie asks desperately, he doesn’t want to play with his cousins.

But: “Go play, chip.” Is what his mother ordered.

Moxxie sighs. He doesn’t want to, but he does as she says. He’s not sure why his mom insisted on forcing him to interact with his cousins, they’re have nothing in common.

Honestly, Moxxie would rather be at home. What if something bad happened? What if Sir needed them?

What if Moxxie did something wrong, and he wasn’t there to explain himself?

He didn’t want to be in trouble when they got back.

“Moxxie!” Roxxie calls. “Come on!”

~~~Moxxie, past, Later~~

“Moxxie! There’s a huge mud fight happenin’ over by hudson’s barn. Wanna come with?” Roxxie asks him.

“No.” Moxxie answers, not looking up from his book.

“Mox, go outside and play.” His mother ordered, taking the book from him.

“Wait, I’m not done with that!” Moxxie complains, trying to reach for the book again.

“You need some sunshine, it’s good for you.” His mother says. She sets the book down without a bookmark… Great, now he’ll have to start the chapter over again.

“But they’re playing in mud.” Moxxie argues softly.

“Then go get muddy! It builds character.” She says.

“Reading builds character.” Moxxie mumbles grumpily.

“Moxxie, I’m not going to tell you again.” She says sternly. “Go!”

“Okay, okay.” He surrendered. “I’ll go.”

“Drop the attitude, Moxxie. I’m doing this for your own good.” She says.

Moxxie didn’t believe her

~~~Moxxie~~~

Crimson left shortly after their conversation, knowing Moxxie wouldn’t dare cross him after threatening Blitzø and Millie.

So, with nothing left to do, he went to his room…

And he stayed there for hours.

Crimson knew exactly what to do to make Moxxie listen.

He threatened good people, people he loved.

He’ll never see them again…

Never take part in Blitzø’s idiotic schemes,

Never quarrel with Loona,

He’ll never kiss Millie again… It’s all over for them.

His life is over.

There’s a knock on the door, but Moxxie doesn’t answer, he doesn’t want to, he doesn’t care who it is!

But, the door opens regardless.

Moxxie sighs. “What do you want?” He asks, knowing exactly who it was.

Alessio steps closer. “Are you alright?”

“What do you care? You would have shot me in cold blood.” Moxxie mumbles.

“You brought this on yourself, you know. You know what happens to those who cross Crimson.” Alessio says.

“How exactly is me living crossing him?” Moxxie asks.

“You ran away.” Alessio answers.

“Maybe, but what’s so wrong with me being happy for a change?” Moxxie asks. “I got everything I could ever dream of. I worked hard and life got so much better for me the second I stepped out of this stupid fucking house!” He shouted. “Away from you, and away from him!”

“There are more important things in this life than mere happiness, Moxxie.” Alessio says. “Like family for instance-“

“Like my wife you forced me to abandon?” Moxxie asks.

“You want her to join us instead?” Alessio asks. “You are not like them, you’re different.” Alessio says.

Moxxie’s eyes fill up once again with tears. He hates this, hates this life, hates his father, and Alessio!

Moxxie shakes his head. “What are you even doing here?” Moxxie asks, not knowing how to respond to Alessio.

“Your father asked me to inform you that lunch is being served.” Alessio says.

Moxxie shakes his head again. “I don’t care.”

“Moxxie-“

“I’m not hungry.” Moxxie says. “Please leave me alone?”

“Very well.” Alessio agrees, walking towards the door.

Moxxie crosses his arms, and turns away from Alessio.

“Your life isn’t over, Moxxie.” Alessio says. “It has only resumed.”

“Al?” Moxxie’s asks.

Alessio turns to look at Moxxie.

“Why does he want me here?” Moxxie asks him. “Why couldn’t he just leave me alone?”

“That’s a question for him.” Alessio says. “Don’t you think?”

“He won’t tell me anything.” Moxxie says.

“Then perhaps you simply don’t need to know.” Alessio says, closing the door behind him as he exited Moxxie’s room.

~~~Millie~~~

Millie was trying to not be irritated at Liz. She kept going on about her sister, saying that Moxxie must have left with the mafia and Millie wasn’t going to find him.

No wonder Moxxie never introduced them, Liz is crazy.

“Crimson almost never let her visit, he hit her, he was always extremely possessive. And I’m sure he is doing the same thing to Moxxie. He had been since he was a young’n, he never was very strong.” She says.

Millie growls. “Moxxie is the strongest person I know!” She says. Liz doesn’t reply, and Millie can’t find anything in the house, she practically tore it upside down and found nothing. She was about to just leave when three imps walked into the house.

They were chatting. Two adults. And one that was in their late-teens it seemed.

“Girls- I mean, daughters and non-binary offspring.” Liz greets. “Meet Millie.”

The trio paused to look at her.

“These are my kids, Roxxie, Trixx, and Kayla.” Liz says.

Trixx, the gray haired Imp smiles awkwardly. “Sup.”

“Hi.” Kayla, the youngest one says.

“What’s going on?” Roxxie, the dark haired imp asks.

“This is Moxxie’s wife Millie. You remember Moxxie, right?” Liz asks them.

“Of course.” Roxxie says.

“Sure.” Trixx says.

While the youngest one shook her head in confusion.

Roxxie shakes Millie’s hand. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you Millie.” She says.

“Who’s Moxxie?” Kayla asks.

“You were too young to remember him.” Trixx says. “Is Moxxie okay? Did something happen?”

“Moxxie’s missing.” Millie explains. “I’m sorry, I can’t stay. I have to find him.” She says, trying desperately to leave without sounding rude.

“Millie, he’s probably with his father.” Liz says again.

“We’ve established this, we checked there. He’s not with Crimson!” Millie says loudly.

Liz takes Millie’s hand. “Moxxie isn’t coming back, Millie! Not if he knows what’s good for him.” Liz says. “Let him go…”

“Mom!” Trixx scolds.

“What the fuck are y’all even talking about?” Kayla asks.

While Roxxie’s eyes widened with intrigue, she stayed silent.

Millie shakes her head. “You don’t know him. He’d never give up on me. He loves me!” Millie says. “And I wouldn’t give up on him either.”

“He’s one of them, Mildred. I know, I went through it with my sister. He wouldn’t want you to share her fate.” Liz says.

“Well, you don’t need to worry about me, I can take care of myself.” Millie says, heading to the door.

“I know about these things, Millie. Trust me! They go after what they want! No mercy or exceptions!” Liz explains. “Love can’t save you from them.”

“You’re wrong.” Millie says, walking out and slamming the door behind her.

Moxxie would never leave her…

He couldn’t.

~~~Millie: past~~~

Millie and her siblings were engaged in the mud fight of the century! Kids from all around were joining in.

It was a blast!

Suddenly, a trio of imps caught Millie’s attention.

Two dark haired imps, and one with white hair.

“Come on Moxxie!” One of them shouted.

“I’m coming!” He said, trying to keep up with them.

Then he slipped, falling backwards into the mud.

But the other two kept running, didn’t even look back.

Millie knew what it was like to be left behind, so she approached him. “Need help?” Millie asks, offering her hand.

Moxxie looks her up and down, then takes her hand and allows her to help him. “Thanks.”

“I’m Millie!” She says.

“Uh…Moxxie.” He says.

“Nice to meet you, Moxxie! I’m playing war with my brothers, wanna be on my team?” She asks.

“Uhm-“ Moxxie rubs his arm anxiously. “Well I don’t really-“

Suddenly Moxxie is hit with some mud, and he recoils.

Millie grabs his arm and leads him to her earthworks to hide behind.

“You good for nothin’ scoundrel!” Millie grabbed a glob of mud and threw it in her sister’s direction.

“You stupid bitch!” She shouted back.

“Come on, Moxxie!” Millie shouts. “It’s fun!”

“What’s fun about throwing mud at people? Wouldn’t throwing grenades or something be more effective?” Moxxie asks.

“Probably.” Millie says, “but, I can’t kill my own brother (sister).”

“I see.” Moxxie says. “But, it’s important for you to win this mud fight regardless?” He asks.

“Yeah, I gotta teach him (her) a lesson, he (she) thinks he’s (she’s) so much better than me! Can you believe that?” Millie asks.

“Hmm,” Moxxie thinks. “I think I might have an idea.” Moxxie says to her.

“Really?” She asks.

“Yeah, you helped me, so I supposed I should help you.” Moxxie says.

“What is it?” She asks.

Moxxie smiles and proceeds to show Millie how to make a bomb out of random stuff he found, as well as some parts he brought with him.

Instead of anything dangerous though, they were made to splatter mud everywhere.

Safe to say, Millie won the mud fight thanks to Moxxie’s assistance.

And it was so fucking worth it, even if everyone there was completely covered in mud.

And even if Moxxie slipped and broke his arm afterwards…

Yeah…

The siblings gathered around Moxxie to ask about the bombs he made, Moxxie feeling overwhelmed by them slipped and fell on his arm which made it break.

That was the first time Millie saw an actual bone sticking out of someone’s body.

And Moxxie seemed more annoyed by the injury then upset.

His cousins ran to get their moms.

So, Millie sat with him until they showed up to help.

She refused to leave him alone.

She told him all sorts of stories while he just sat there holding his broken arm.

Millie talked about home, she talked about school,

“And that’s why you should never play football on a golf course, I’ve never really understood golf, why should the lower points win? That’s just silly- wait, I’m not talking too much, am I? My Ma and pa say I always get carried away, I don’t try to but I just do!” She says.

Moxxie shakes his head. “You can talk all you want. I like it. You have a nice voice.”

She smiles and him, and he smiles back, and she continued until his mom showed up to help.

~~~Present~~~

Moxxie always had her back… he always supported her.

And she was never going to leave him alone. He was going to be safe and sound and that’s final!

“Millie?!” Called Trixx who ran out of the house.

“Oh…hi.” Millie says.

“I’m so sorry about my mom. She’s been through a lot.” Trixx says. “I still follow Moxxie’s socials, he seems like a decent guy.” They say.

Millie smiles and nods. “Thanks. He is.”

“I hope you find him. Call me if I can help at all.” Trixx handed her a card with a number.

“Thank you.” She says.

“Of course, Moxxie has always been nice to me. He was the first person to text me when I came out. He’s always been supportive. I hope mom is wrong.”

“I almost wish she wasn’t, I’d have a chance at finding him.” Millie says.

Trixx nods. “Yeah… So, where you gonna look next?”

Millie shakes her head. “I don’t know, any ideas?”

Trixx shakes their head. “I haven’t seen him in years.”

“Well, thanks anyway.”

“Good luck, Millie.” Trixx says. “Tell him hi when you find him.”

Millie smiles. “I will.”

~~~Moxxie, past~~~

Moxxie was leaving the next day, and for once he was upset about it.

The harvest moon festival was going on, so Moxxie walked as far away from it as he could to read.

The noise was just too much. So he found a tree, where it was quiet.

Moxxie didn’t like quiet much, but on rare occasions he found the pleasure in it

“Moxxie! I found you!” A voice shorted.

“Millie! Hi!” He smiles, abandoning his book to give her his full attention.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere! Can I sign your cast?” Millie asks him, already holding up a marker she had brought herself. “Please?”

Moxxie smiles and gives her his arm so she can. “Of course.”

“Thanks. I wanted to properly thank you for helping me win.” She says.

“Oh, you’re welcome. It was fun actually.” Moxxie says. “I’ll say!” Millie says. “What started the mud fight anyway?” Moxxie asks her.

Millie sighs. “I dunno, I was angry and got carried away.” She says. “A boy at school…he said I was a messy haired bitch. I hate him.” She says, “and no one disagrees with him… I guess he’s right and maybe I overreacted.” Millie says.

“I don’t think you overreacted.” Moxxie says. “And you have nice hair.”

Millie smiles. “You think so?”

“Yeah, it’s nice.” Moxxie shrugs. “And you’re nice too.”

“No, I’m not.” She scoffs.

“You helped me up, no one else did.” He says.

“I guess that’s true.” Millie says. “I think you were very brave out there.” She says.

“Me?” Moxxie asks.

“Yeah! Your arm broke and you didn’t even cry! My brothers probably would have, that looked awful painful. Not me though, I’m tough.”

Moxxie chuckled. “Oh, well…I’ve broken it before. It didn’t hurt that much.” He says.

“Still cool though. Where did you move here from anyway?” Millie asks. “I assume you’re not from here on account of you being so different then most folks around here.”

“I’m from Greed, we’re only visiting. We’re going home tomorrow actually.” Moxxie explains.

“Oh.” Millie says sadly. “Will you ever come back to wrath?” She asks.

“Yeah, we visit every year.” He says.

“You can visit me next year…if you want.” Millie suggests.

“I’d love to.” Moxxie smiles.

Millie and Moxxie continued to talk. Despite loving the festival, Millie didn’t regret spending the rest of the day with Moxxie.

He really was so different then the other kids around here…

And she liked that.

~~~Blitzø~~~

“Stolas, I really can’t talk right now.” Blitzø says as he answered the phone. He told Cash he needed some time to think it over, and luckily he agreed. But, now Blitzø was left with a stupidly impossible choice!

“You can never talk, Blitzø! You’re always ready with an excuse, please stop trying to avoid it and just talk to me?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø hates how much Stolas knows him. “Stolas, I-“

“I promise no one is judging you.” Stolas says. “You don’t have to be embarrassed based on a little meltdown.”

Blitzø sighs, he should have known Stolas would eventually put two and two together.

A little meltdown is an understatement, he’s had multiple meltdowns, none as bad as this one…

Honestly, Blitzø was embarrassed…and confused about what happened afterwards- maybe even a little scared…

But that didn’t matter now. Stolas didn’t need to know how upset he was over that.

What he doesn’t know won’t kill him. Besides, he’s got a real reason to avoid the bird this time.

“This isn’t about that.” He says to Stolas.

And it wasn’t…kinda wasn’t at least- he hated that it happened, but he was willing to let it go until he and Stolas talked and it made everything worse.

‘I want to give you all the love you deserve.’

He was just so nice! He cared so much!

Too much…

“Then why have you been avoiding me?” Stolas asks. “Every time we talk, you have an excuse. Just talk to me, don’t you think I deserve that at least?” He asks.

He does, Blitzø owes a lot to Stolas. Stolas has done everything he can for Blitzø… he at least deserves the truth. “Okay, maybe it was because of that- before- but not because of what happened…”

“What do you mean?” Stolas asked.

Blitzø realized that lying may be his best option now, he can’t risk loosing or hurting Stolas. “I just- I needed some time to get over it… but now- it’s about Moxxie.”

“Moxxie? Your employee?” Stolas asks.

“He’s missing.” Blitzø confirms.

“Oh dear, that is troubling.” Stolas says.

“Yeah.”

“Any idea where he might be?” Stolas asks him.

“We have a lead, but I’m not sure if I trust it.” Blitzø explains.

“I’m sorry.” Stolas says. “I had no idea-“

“It’s fine.” Blitzø says.

Stolas sighs. “I am sorry, I should have given you space-“ Stolas sighs. “I thought maybe after our conversation-“

“Stolas, it’s fine. You haven’t been bothering me. I just don’t know how to communicate…that’s all.”

“I promise I’ll do better, just tell me if you need space before, and I’ll give it to you…I just-“

Blitzø was about to interrupt, but he was interested in what Stolas had to say…

“I thought maybe you were mad at me…I thought I messed up and you were upset and avoiding me.” Stolas explains.

“I wasn’t mad, okay? You were helping me.” Blitzø says.

“I tried…” Stolas says. “But, you were still so upse-“

“Stolas, we’re good! Next time I’ll tell you. I’m sorry I made you worry.” Blitzø says.

“It’s alright.” Stolas says. “I know that wasn’t your intention.”

Blitzø sighs again, he needs to get off the phone, but he doesn’t want to…

What was wrong with him?

“Would you like some assistance in finding Moxxie?” Stolas asks.

“What?” Blitzø asks.

“I asked if you needed help, I have some connections that may be useful.” Stolas offers.

Blitzø considers it, maybe he can ask Stolas’s help with the situation…

Stolas has already done too much, he can’t take advantage of him. “No, we don’t need anything, Stolas. We’re fine.”

“Keep me updated?” Stolas asks.

“Yeah.” He hangs up the phone and drops his head…

What the fuck was he going to do?

~~~Moxxie:~~~

What’s he going to do when Millie and Blitzø find him?

They are looking for him…right?

They wouldn’t just- give up.

Moxxie wanted to cry. He didn’t want them to give up. But what was the use in hoping if they’ll be rejected and cast away even if they find Moxxie.

He’ll be foced to watch as everyone he loves is taken away-

Just like before.

He felt like a child again…

He was acting like a child again…

Why can’t he just grow the fuck up and move on?

He couldn’t though… if he were anywhere else, he’d

But he felt so small, so weak.

He felt like a scared child again, he wanted his mom to help him the way she used to.

“You can’t possibly have nothing left for me.” Moxxie says to her as if she were listening somehow from beyond the grave. “You must have some words left, some guidance..”

Moxxie walks over to the window and looked to the sky.

They say Imps don’t have an afterlife- but they have to have something…right?

“What do you want me to do, mom? Please-please just tell me what to do and I’ll do it!” He begged. “You were always so good at that…”

But she doesn’t answer him…

She’s not there…

Or- or maybe she was ignoring him…

The way she used to when she was mad…

Was she mad at him? Because-

Moxxie’s mind is turned back to the cast-

“No…”

~~~Past~~~

Moxxie and his mother got back from their trip to wrath.

Crimson have got one look at the cast and flipped out. “What the fuck is this?” He asks, grabbing Moxxie’s arm.

“There was an incident. But he’s fine.” She says.

“He’s not fine! If he was fine, he wouldn’t be wearing a cast on his arm, would he?” Crimson asks.

“Relax, Crimson. He had some fun for a change.”

“That’s the last time I’m letting you take him to wrath, I didn’t sleep with you just so you could break our kid.”

“I’m breaking him? Really? He breaks his arm all the time!” She says.

“Yeah! Here, where it’s safe to do so!” Crimson says. “I don’t need him breaking it when he’s that far from home!”

Moxxie went to his room, he doesn’t want to hear his parents fight anymore.

~~~Later~~~

His mother walks into Moxxie’s room as he was drawing something in his notebook.

“Chip?”

“Yes, mama?”

“Did you have a good time?”

“The best time!” Moxxie says.

“You really liked Millie, hm?” She asks.

“Yeah, she was cool.” Moxxie says. “She told me where her house is so I can visit her next time, see?” Moxxie shows his mother a map he drew himself that went from his aunts house to Millie’s house.

“I do see.” His mother says. “That’s very impressive, Chip.”

Moxxie turns back to his notebook, finishing the details of the house.

“You know, I knew her mother Lynn in highschool. We weren’t really friends or anything, but I knew of her. They comes from a really nice family.” She says.

Moxxie smiles, but then notices his mom wasn’t…

His smile deflates. “What’s wrong, Mama?” He asks.

“Sweetie, you must promise me something: You can’t let her get caught up in this.”

“Caught up in what?” He asks.

“All this, your family. You can’t see her again, Chip.” She says. “I’m sorry, but you can’t. You’ll ruin her life.”

Moxxie’s eyes widen.

He doesn’t want to ruin Millie’s life.

“I know you’re very young, and it’s hard to understand now. But. Please promise me, Moxxie?”

“I promise…” Moxxie says.

~~~present~~~

“You can’t be mad at me about that…” he says to his mother like she was still there. Tears pour down Moxxie’s face more and more at the realization that he may have disappointed her. “No- You’re not allowed to be mad at me! Just because you couldn’t be happy doesn’t mean I don’t get to be! I needed her, it was too much to ask of me!”

Moxxie sits down on the floor and curled up to himself. “You don’t know what it was like, I was just a kid, taking care of you! Doing everything you ever asked of me- everything he asked me… I’m allowed to be selfish for once!” He says.

Did he really ruin Millie’s life like she said? Did he hurt and abandon the woman he loved?

Was she going to be okay now that Moxxie’s not there?

He wiped the tears from his eyes, and he curls up against the corner of his room.

‘Please don’t be mad at me, mama…I’m sorry.'

It was like she was leaving him all over again.

Notes:

‘Family said that I decided to live a loveless life Is it my fault we stay divided? 'Cause I got too much pride?’ ~The family Jewels, Marina and the diamonds.

~~~ Notes: I’m so sorry this took me so long. I swear I was working hard to get it done, but it wasn’t coming out the way I wanted it to.

Hopefully the hard work paid off and the chapter is decent enough.

I know this is probably not how M&M met, but I had this idea and for some reason couldn’t see it any other way…idk.

Lol lmk how you’d imagine M&M met, I got a feeling it may have been an enemies to lovers dynamic. (Or maybe I just hope that cuz’ it’s so funny to me that these perfect lovers were once enemies. Lol.)

Hope to update soon, next chapter will have more sharks. love you guys! Taglist: @todayimfour

#itty bitty imps #helluva boss age regression #helluva boss #Little!Moxxie #Helluva boss Moxxie #Helluva boss Crimson #father knows best

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