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tonycries · 3 months

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Brooklyn Baby - G.S.

Synopsis. Everybody wanted to fuck Suguru Geto, lead bassist of Tokyo Special Grades. Said Suguru doesn’t want to fuck anyone else but you. He couldn’t give less of a fuck if anyone walked in right now. In fact, a small part of him wishes someone would.

Pairing. Geto Suguru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, rock star! AU, fwb-to-lovers, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), fingering (female receiving), Suguru is sinfully sexy and in l*ve with you, Satoru is a menace, pet names (darling, my girl), Suguru has tattoos and piercings, swearing.

Word count. 3.2k (DAMN I got carried away)

A/N. Happy Valentine’s day! *throws somewhat-fluffy smut at you and leaves*

Art by @_3aem on X.

Also, wild west! AU longfic with someone dropping on Sunday night (EST), keep your eyes peeled yeehaw.

Everybody wanted to fuck Suguru Geto, lead bassist of Tokyo Special Grades.

You did. Your fans did. Hell, you’ve even caught your overworked band manager sneaking a few too many glances.

And, you conclude, the groupies currently batting their lashes at him definitely did.

You watch as they swarm to him during open rehearsal, giggling at his pretty smiles.

Whatever, part of the job anyway.

It’s not like you two were dating. Yeah, a few fucks here and there throughout the years - but what’s one to do when on the road and in such close proximity with a guy that’s practically walking sex?

Trying not to scowl, you turn away from the commotion, continuing to tune the strings of your trusty Fender. You’ve had your fair share of die-hard fans, so lately why did it bother you so much when Suguru entertained their thinly-veiled advances?

“Ohoho~ Quite a look on your face there, why don’t you go and caress his biceps too?~” you hear idiot brigade member #1, Gojo Satoru, cackle from beside you.

If looks could kill, Satoru would’ve been 6 feet under and rotting already. “I thought you stopped writing band fanfiction, Satoru.” you raise a brow.

“THAT WAS ONE TIME.” he whines dramatically, clinging onto you and shaking you back and forth as if to knock the memory of his Wattpad tendencies out of you. “WHY ATTACK ME JUST CUZ YOU’RE JEALOUS? C’MOOON ADMIT IT.”

You were not jealous.

Suguru knew you were jealous.

Sneaking a glance, he had to fight the urge to coo at the adorable little furrow of your brows. How unprofessional would it be if he walked off mid-conversation to kiss that pout off your lips?

He knows it’s just sex for you. But - foolishly - every time he held you he could only hope that he ran through your mind as often as you did through his. It elated Suguru to know you were getting that worked up over him.

That is until, out of the corner of his eye, he spots Satoru draping himself all over you, whispering god-knows-what into your ears.

The rational part of Suguru knows Satoru is a very touchy person, but why was he so…close? And why weren’t you pushing him off?

Smile tightening into something a little more artificial, he turns to the girls fawning over him. “Well, ladies, I’m sorry to say I’ve gotta go practice before Shoko yells at me again. I’ll see you all in the front row, yeah?” he lies smoothly, disappointed whines following him as he makes a beeline for your figure.

“Well! What have we here, Satoru, are you done tuning?” Suguru pops a head between yours and Satoru’s overly close ones, interrupting whatever conversation you were heatedly whispering. What was so important that you two needed to be that close to talk anyway?

He narrows his eyes at Satoru’s surprised ones, an invisible conversation taking place between them before Satoru cracks a smug grin. “Alright alright. I’ll go tune my guitar.” he rolls his eyes, heading for his electric blue Gibson.

Your confused gaze meets the twinkling eyes now boring down at you. “Done with the meet-n-greet already?” you question, eyes darting to the group now watching you two like hawks.

The smile on Suguru’s face grows, “Yeah, remembered I didn’t do my pre-concert rituals right.”

“Oh?”

“Wanna help me with it?”

He doesn’t give you time to answer. Quickly setting down your guitar, he drags you out into the corridor - hand tightly in yours and pointedly ignoring Satoru’s wolf-whistles.

Hallway sex is overrated, Suguru believes - which is why he heads for the dressing room.

“Pre-concert rituals” his ass, Suguru just thinks he might pass away if he doesn’t get his hands on you right now. Make you feel like his.

It’s not long before the door is locked and he has you bent over the vanity, knuckle-deep in your dripping cunt.

“S-Sugu! Why now? The concert- Hah-” You gasp in pleasure as two long fingers probe inside of you, ruthlessly searching for the spot that Suguru knows would have your toes curling and eyes watering deliciously.

“Fuck the concert, darling. Barely even started and already so wet f’me.” he drawls out over your whimpers. “Wanted you to come over y’know? And save me from those groupies trying to get in my pants.”

In your lust-hazed mind, you find the words to respond to him, “You s-seemed to - hah - be enjoying that.”

“Of course not.” he leaves a trail of kisses down your back, “Wasn’t my favorite girl.” he whispers into your heated skin.

He’s being rougher than usual, he knows. In the back of his mind he wonders what it was that he was so pissed at. But all thoughts of that are thrown out the window once he presses into that plushy spot inside your wet core, drawing a sinful whine from your mouth. There.

Pulling back to tease your folds with your own slick, he plunges into your swollen pussy once more, easily hitting that spot over and over.

“Hngh- Suguru, more!” you grind your hips to meet his merciless rhythm, clenching around his fingers.

You feel as if you’re losing your sanity when he adds in another finger, walls burning as your cunt stretches around his thick rings.

Suguru was definitely losing his sanity.

Anyone could walk by. The concert was about to start any second now. But he couldn’t give less of a fuck, too focused on how his fingers were being sucked back in every time he pulls out, your pretty pussy dripping all over his numerous bracelets.

He has to hold back a moan at the way your ass jiggled every time your hips buck to meet his fingers.

Leaning down over you, he hums lowly into your ear “So desperate for me, hm?”. Pressing the erection straining against his trousers against you, he huffs out “I’m the same, darling. You drive me absolutely mad.”

He feels the way you squirm in impatience at the large outline of his dick, raising your ass in an attempt to get more friction. Eyes crinkling in satisfaction, he pushes down on his girl’s slutty hips, cold rings digging into the small of your waist.

“Now now…not yet.” he tuts mockingly.

“Please, Suguru. Please let me cum.”

Increasing his pace, abusing your g-spot relentlessly, Suguru knew by your breathy moans of his name that you were getting close.

His hand moves from your waist, leaving behind purple marks to remember him by. They wander the expanse of your body - groping your curves, and pinching your nipples through your thin top - delighting in your mewls.

God, you were perfect. He really needed to take his time with you later.

Suguru’s hands, nail polish chipped and fingers calloused from years of playing, finally rest on your face. He pushes your cheeks together, drool pooling at the corner of your mouth and forcing you to look at him through the vanity mirror in front of you. Your dazed eyes meet his darkened ones.

Suguru was so feral. The man that was usually the personification of grace and poise was falling apart at the seams. His eyes wild and grin spread devilishly as his fingers abuse your cunt never-endingly.

“Look at me when you cum.” he murmurs raspily into your neck, teeth ghosting over your rapid pulse.

You don’t know what it is that sends you over the edge - maybe it was his lustful words, or the way his fingers quirked just right inside of you. All you know is you’re cumming all over Suguru’s fingers, hands clutching the vanity table and eyes locked with Suguru’s in the mirror, mouth dropping into a gasp.

“Fuck! Suguru- Suguru!” you whimper.

Suguru watches in wonder as you ride out your orgasm, using him. He couldn’t give less of a fuck if anyone walked in right now. In fact, a small part of him wishes someone would.

Let them see how beautifully you fall apart because of him.

Finally pulling out, Suguru inspects his fingers. “Now now. That won’t do.” he purrs.

His tongue erotically licks up your juices covering his rings, still holding eye contact with you through the mirror. He catches the way your thighs press together at his lewd act. ‘Oh? Want some?“ he teases.

Before you can retort, he’s bullying his fingers into your mouth, making you taste yourself.

The way you moan around him sends blood rushing straight to his cock. Fuck, he has to steel himself from cumming in his pants right then and there - that wouldn’t be very “sex icon” of him.

You have no idea what you do to him.

Not willing to wait any longer, he leisurely takes a seat on the spacious vanity sofa. You whine at the loss of contact before catching the predatory look in his eyes. Suguru was going to eat you alive.

“Come on, darling. Show me how badly you want me.” he grins, legs spreading and prominent bulge on display.

You take a second to admire the view. Tousled black hair falling enticingly along Suguru’s muscled shoulders, tattooed dragon peeking through where his shirt was messed up. His eyes lustful, and locked on you.

He was devastatingly handsome. Your mouth waters at the chance to get what so many people would kill for.

Suguru chuckles as you struggle to unbuckle his belt - did rock stars have to always wear such complicated trousers?

Finally, you pull them down along with his boxers to expose his creamy thighs. Suguru’s throbbing erection lays on his abs, flushed a delicate pale pink.

Your pussy quivers with excitement as you press wet kisses to Suguru’s leaking head, precum dripping down his length to where you’d gently grasped him. A strangled hiss leaves his mouth as you swirl your tongue around the slit. You find yourself lost in his heady taste - he tastes so good.

“Having fun, darling? C’mon now, use me the way you want.” he murmurs, need laced into his voice.

You’ve never gotten used to how big Suguru is. Soft groans leave his mouth as you flatten your tongue and take him in inch by inch, eyes locked with his blown-out ones.

Suguru’s back arches as the heat of your mouth envelops him, hands bunching your hair into a messy ponytail. His pornographic groans echo across the dressing room as you suck on his cock, tongue swirling in just the way you knew he liked.

He can’t even catch his breath with the way you bob your head so heavenly, sucking the soul out of him. It drives him wild to think about how he’s got his lead guitarist on her knees, choking on his cock as your fans wait outside.

Suguru’s eyes roll to the back of his head as you pop off his cock to take his heavy balls into your mouth, moaning around them as you suck on both erotically.

Shit, he was really feeling it today.

Through the bangs now sticking to his forehead, he makes out the way your thighs grind against each other for relief.

You were, too.

If this keeps up he really will lose his sanity.

“As much as I’d love to paint your pretty face with my cum, I think we both prefer it inside, no?” he grits out, cock twitching at the strings of spit and precum connecting you to him as he pulls you off.

“Need you inside me so badly.” you nod, brain foggy and filled with only Suguru.

He’s quick to lift you into his lap, resting your ass against his pulsing cock, sly grin spreading at the way you’re already so fucked out.

Suguru feels like he could cum just from the sensation of your juices smearing all over his length, pussy dripping and aching for his throbbing cock.

“Oh yeah? How bad?” he purrs, eyes half-lidded and already knowing the answer.

“Please. I want you to fuck me so badly, Suguru.”

“Badly enough that you’d fuck me out there - where everyone is? Show ‘em who I belong to?”

“Yes.”

At your whimper, Suguru thrusts fully inside you, a moan of relief leaving you both as you finally get what you’ve been craving for.

“Shit, so tight. Always so good for me, darling.”

Once you start, it’s hard to stop, Suguru finds.

It happened when he first fucked you in high school - in his car after your first show, running on adrenaline and teenage hormones. And, years later, it’s happening now as he sheathes himself in your wet cunt.

He just can’t get enough.

He fucks you animalistically, cock ramming in and out of your hole in a way that makes it feel like you’re missing something without him. Nothing in the world other than your two connected bodies. He feels you clamping down on him deliciously, ego growing at you struggling to accommodate his size.

“F-fuck, darling. Hah- It’s s’tight. Take it like my good girl.”

“Hngh- Suguru, faster!” you groan, fingers delicately playing with the nipple piercings peeking out of his barely-buttoned shirt, euphoric at his drawn-out moans.

Unlike Satoru - who takes off his shirt every chance he gets onstage - Suguru was one to shy away from showing skin, slutty piercings and tattoos hidden to the world. It just makes it all the more satisfying as you lick a long stripe along the dragon on his shoulder.

Feels like your little secret. You wanted to be the only one to see this ethereal sight.

“Ah- So good, darling.” Suguru leans back, allowing you more room to play with him as you please. Cock twitching - so close - as you bore into his eyes, sucking his flashy piercings.

He ramps up his pace, bouncing you on his cock in a way that was carnal. It was so feral, the way his balls sting as they smack your ass, a ring of spit and precum forming around his base.

His cock aches for release, but he wants to see you cum first. His pretty girl, cumming all over his throbbing cock.

You pull yourself off his swollen nipples and attach your mouth with his, tongues swirling sensually as he kisses you like he needed you to breathe.

He’s almost as unforgiving with his mouth as he is with his cock. Almost.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“YOOO I don’t know if ‘pre-concert rituals’ was a code-word for something else but we’re on in twenty minutes.” the unmistakable voice of Suguru’s best friend - and occasional bane-of-his-existence - made you two jump apart.

“The ultimate cockblock.” Suguru sighs out - his pace, however, does not slow down. Each harsh thrust makes it difficult to muffle your yelps of pleasure from Satoru, who was still calling for you two from outside.

Noticing your predicament, Suguru grins dangerously. “Oh? My poor girl finds it hard to stop her moans? Aww, better try harder unless you want dear Satoru finding out.” he mocks in your ear.

Both humiliated and turned on by his words, your dripping pussy clenches around his cock. He lets out a choked-up groan, biting hard into the crook of your neck to stop it.

A satisfied smile spreads across your face, “Who should try harder now, Suguru?”

Ah, perfect. You were perfect, perfect for him.

As Satoru’s yells about “cutting a chunk out of Suguru’s pay” disappear across the hallway, both of you let out exhales of relief.

“Dangerous game you played there, mister.” you raise a brow, teasingly.

He chuckles out, before pulling you to him closer by the waist. Lips ghosting over your own, he whispers “Only with you, my darling.”

Slightly more clear-headed but still dripping with lust, you meet the bounce of Suguru’s hips with your own. Eyes still locked with yours, he stuffs you with every inch - tip kissing your cervix so painfully good.

The steady slapping of skin and synchronized moans fill the room, blocking out the cheering of the audience awaiting your band.

Yet, the air crackled with something different this time. For the first time, it didn’t just feel like just mindless fucking.

Bite mark on your neck stinging, you could feel Sugurus heartbeat thundering under your touch - synchronized with your own.

In this moment it felt like just you two in this world.

You wanted to be the only one in his world. Not his fangirls, not some manager, not anyone else.

Maybe that was the reason for your courage, feeling like everything has finally come to a boiling point.

“S-Suguru.” you breathe out as you feel yourself getting closer.

“Mhm?” brows furrowed, he looks up at you with a tenderness in his eyes that does not translate to the merciless cadence of his hips.

“Be mine.”

And that’s all Suguru ever wanted.

With a final hard thrust of his cock, he pulls you into a searing kiss that sends you both over the edge. He cums in hot spurts, thick ropes of seed filling your quivering cunt. It was feral - and it made you feel like his.

Suguru’s seed drips down the side of his length, forming a white ring at his base as he fucks it deeper into you, letting you ride out your highs together.

As your climaxes bate, he buries his face in your neck, kissing softly over the mark from before. “To be yours is everything I could ever want, darling.” he breathes out, hugging you closer as if to hide this vulnerable moment. But you feel the heat of his cheeks on your skin.

Embracing him, you gather his beautiful black locks in your hand, fingers deftly taking the hair tie around your wrist to tie his long hair into a messy ponytail.

Pulling back, you admire Suguru’s angelic features. Face flushed, lips swollen, and dark eyes half-lidded as he stares up at you in surprise.

“Wanted to see your pretty face.” you huff out a low laugh.

The expression on Suguru’s face is indescribable, such pure adoration in his eyes.

Voice low, he murmurs words meant only for you, “I…I’m in lov-”

“HEYYY I’m serious, stop doing the devil’s tango and GET THE FUCK OUT.” Satoru’s voice bellows once again through the door, shattering the little bubble you and Suguru had found refuge in.

“Ah- um-”

“You-”

Both of you stammer out at once, chuckling at how shy you were acting with one another even after all that had transpired in this room.

“We should probably go, before Satoru and Shoko pop a blood vessel.” Suguru jokes. You laugh out in agreement as he carries you tenderly to the washroom, his interrupted words weighing heavily on both your minds. It’s okay, you have time.

Rapidly cleaned up and dressed, Suguru stops, a hand on the dressing room doorknob. “”Hey..” he starts almost-hesitantly, “After the concert, would you maybe want to-”

“Yes.” you interrupt, excitement lacing your voice.

Chuckling in pure euphoria as you both exit, your smiles turn more sheepish as you’re faced with a bored-looking Shoko and an impatient Satoru tapping his foot. “You horny lil’ fuckers almost missed the show, think of my poor fans~” he exclaims, though the glee in his eyes at your intertwined hands was very evident.

“Hope the sex was good at least.” Shoko drones out, eyes flitting over your guilty flushed faces.

‘Oh yeah, and Suguru - next time you dump your fangirls on me, I chop your balls off.“ she chirps out, pointing her drumsticks threateningly at his neck as you all head back.

Blinding lights.

Deafening screams.

Hair pulled into a messy ponytail, he was fatally beautiful onstage.

Everybody wanted to fuck Suguru Geto, lead bassist of Tokyo Special Grades.

But he only wanted to fuck you.

A/N. MMMMM long-haired men.

Plagiarism not authorized.

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lowkeyerror · 1 month

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The Family Business Ch.5

WandaNat x Reader

Work Count: 1.2k

Chapter Notes: Angst, Violence

Summary: The guilt Wanda feels for missing your important milestones boils over and you're left trying to comfort her.

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Dinner was over, but the chatter continued. Wanda had snuck off to the restroom somewhere amidst the conversation. Once she had finished up, she couldn’t fight the urge to go into her old room.

It was exactly the same as she left it. The light blue walls were littered with her old posters. Her bed still had a few old stuffed animals on it. Her desk was covered with post it notes, she used for keeping track of her important things.

Had she grown more than she had realized in the last five years? Was it selfish to assume that you wouldn't have?

“Something’s bothering you.”

Wanda startles at the sound of your voice. You stand in her doorway.

“Nothing, Y/n.”

You don't believe her.

You close the door behind you and fully step into her room. “You were quiet the entire dinner.”

“I was thinking,” she replied shortly.

“About what?”

She takes a seat on her bed and exhales, “A lot has changed since I’ve been away.”

You take a seat next to her, “You were gone for awhile.”

Her eyes meet yours, “I didn’t want to be. I didn't want to miss everything.”

She began to tear up. You hadn’t seen Wanda like this before. Wanda never let anyone see her be vulnerable. Her head rests on your shoulder, and she grabs one of your hands, seeking some comfort.

“Wanda it’s alright,” you try but she cuts you off.

“It’s not, I missed your graduation,” she began to sob.

You begin to internally panic, but you have enough sense to know that this is about more than your graduation. Your arms wrap around her, pulling her closer to you. She ends up straddling your lap. Her forehead lays against yours. You do your best to wipe her tears away.

“Forgive me, Y/n. Forgive me,” her cries grow louder.

Hesitantly you grab her face in your hands. Through the tears she sees the look of worry on your face. Wanda starts wiping at the tears with her sleeves.

You stop her, “There’s nothing that you missed that I can’t tell you about now. No one blames you for missing anything. I don’t blame you. I’m just happy you’re back.”

Wanda stops crying. She sniffles a bit with a sad smile on her face, “I remember that night when you came to the door.”

Your breath hitches. Her thumb follows the path on your check where the glass had cut you.

“You were so-”

“Helpless,” you finish.

Wanda shakes her head, “You are so strong. Anyone else wouldn’t have made it to the door. I was going to say you were so pure. The world was so cruel even though you were nothing but a light.”

“Wanda-”

“Now, I’m hearing from everyone how you’re not like that anymore, that you’ve changed. I hate having to find out about you because I should know. My wife knows about how many people you’ve killed, and I didn’t even know you had fired a gun. I hate that it feels like I don’t know you anymore.”

You were taken aback by her words. Even with her being away for 5 years, you felt like she knew you better than anyone; even Pietro. Wanda had such a deep understanding of your inner workings that it scared you a lot of the time.

It took little effort to interlock your fingers with hers. You wait for her to look at you and when she does you speak, “You know me better than anyone ever has.”

“I used to,” she tries to drop your hands.

You don’t let her, “I can’t say that I haven’t changed at all, but I’m still me Wanda. I still watch reality tv as a guilty pleasure, I still eat my cheese puffs with a fork, and I still get a little antsy in the dark.”

She laughs a bit, and the sound brings a smile to your lips. Your nerves ease as she seems to relax.

“You’re still my little krolik then?”

You blush a little but move her off your lap. You stand and hold out your hand. She doesn’t grab it, instead turning her back towards you.

You roll your eyes, “I’ll always be your little krolik. Now can we go back downstairs.”

Wanda hesitates, “Would you tell me what you told Natasha?”

“About my first kill?”

She nods lightly, “If it’s alright with you.”

You nod and sit at the desk chair across from the bed. It’s not much easier telling Wanda than it was telling Natasha. If anything, it was harder knowing how the woman had reacted in the past when you had been hurt.

“I should’ve known about this,” she’s seething, as she speaks.

“You had just lef-”

“I don’t care if the plane was mid fucking flight! I would’ve turned that bitch around!”

Before you could try to de-escalate the situation Pietro came into the room. “Is everything alright in here, you’ve been up here for a long time?”

Wanda jumps out of the bed and grabs the man by his collar. She nearly lifts him in the air, then beats on his chest. She’s moved him from the room to the hallway., You’re too stunned to intervene.

“WHY DIDN’T ANYONE TELL ME? NO ONE THOUGHT TO CALL ME? SOME JERK FELT HER UP AND SHE SNAPPED HIS FUCKING NECK AND NO ONE THOUGHT TO CALL ME?”

Pietro remains calm, his hands rest on top of hers “Wanda it was nearly 5 years ago.”

“So why is this the first time I'm hearing of it?” The drop in her voice snaps you out of your trance.

“Wanda put him down,” Dragos voice booms in the hallway.

She let Pietro go and instead redirects her glare to her father, “Why didn't you tell me?”

“Because I knew you'd react like this. You’ve always been able to handle your emotions unless Y/n was involved,” his words only seem to anger her more.

“I’m the one that can't handle my emotions when it comes to Y/n? Are we sure about that? Because if you want to play ball I will swing for the fucking fences,” she combats quickly.

You watch as the color drains from Pietro’s face and even Dragos seems to stand down a bit.

“Wanda.” Natasha’s voice is strong as she speaks, “Let’s go, ok? I think everyone just needs a little space right now.”

Wanda doesn't seem like she’s done with the conversation.

“Y/n, sweetheart I think they're staying in your building. Why don't you take them there,” Flora suggests.

You nod, unable to speak at the moment. You can see Wanda about to argue again so you slip your hand in hers. You don’t waste time pulling her towards the stairs. Natasha holds her other hand, clearing some of the tension from her system.

You get in the drivers seat while Natasha sits in the back with Wanda. Your brain was slightly clouded as her words sat with you. Wanda knew something that made Pietro and Dragos cower in regard to you. You wanted to press on, but you knew she was in no shape to answer.

Glancing at her in the rearview mirror, you could see that Natasha was whispering to her, trying to calm her. You’d never known Wanda to have a temper, but apparently, when it came to you her rage seemed unrelenting.

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the-californicationist · 3 months

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He Paints a Picture (Price/Reader)

WARNING: PERIOD BLOOD KINK

You have been warned!

“Wait,” Price narrowed his eyes at you, “why not? Is everything alright?”

You hated to break the news to him. Ever since you’d had to be off your birth control, your periods had returned with a vengeance. You’d always had rough monthlies, but it almost seemed like your body was getting its revenge. The elevator scene from The Shining came to mind as you considered confessing why you’d been dodging Price’s advances.

Your ex had been so disgusted with you when it was “that week,” that you’d been conditioned to think you had to hide it. Unfortunately for you, that week was also when you were the most sensitive, craving a delicious pounding to relieve the cramps and satisfy your sexual cravings.

You didn’t think John would be so cruel, but even just imagining a negative reaction from him truly upset you, so you’d evaded his attempts to fondle you for three whole days. He’d dip a finger into the side of your panties, and you’d scoot away, playing dumb. You’d given him so many blowjobs this week that he started to get suspicious. Now, he was asking you flat out why you were denying him his favorite midnight snack: your pussy.

“We just…can’t,” you shrugged, hoping he would drop it.

Fat chance. His brow furrowed, growing concerned,

“Love, did I do something wrong? I thought you were enjoying the back rub. Did I hurt you?”

He was so large that, when he pouted, it looked like you were comforting an disgruntled wildebeest in your bedroom. His big, sad eyes and his frowning, bearded face broke your damn heart. You bit the bullet, realizing you couldn’t go one more minute with him thinking this was somehow his fault,

“It’s that week.”

“What week, love? Did I miss an anniversary? I know I’ve been away last week. Maybe I accidentally had the wrong calendar…” he was frantically flipping through his smart watch, confused and distressed.

“John,” you grabbed his forearm, shaking your head, “my time of the month, you know?”

You could see the realization wash over him, softening his features before returning immediately to confusion,

“And?”

“What do you mean by that?” You didn’t understand what he was asking.

“So, the painters are in. What about it?” He looked so lost. You decided to be very upfront, the clarity burning in your throat,

“You don’t care that I’m bleeding?”

Still, no reaction. He shrugged, shaking his head,

“Why would I? I mean, if you don’t feel up to it, I’m happy to fetch the hot water bottle and neapolitan out of the fridge,” he grabbed you around your shoulders, “but a bit of blood isn’t going to scare me off, love. In fact, I bet you’re wet and ready for me right now. Hot.”

He kissed your neck, sucking into your skin, licking your throat, and pulling at the flimsy straps of your tank top. He exposed your breasts, and with how high your hormones were, they felt swollen and hypersensitive. As he rubbed them, kissing your nipples and laving his tongue over them, you moaned from the strong tingles he created in your nerves.

“Are you sure?” You panted, still nervous about his perception.

“Mm,” he tugged a nipple into his mouth before looking up at you, darkness shrouding his gaze, “very sure. Lay down. I’ll grab a towel.”

He yanked your top off, throwing your clothes on the floor and dipped into the bathroom to grab a towel. He came back with a big beach towel that he’d had for years. Big palm trees swayed against a perfect blue background. You hoped you wouldn’t ruin it.

Price signaled for you to raise your hips, and he put the cloth underneath you, protecting the bed. Roughly, he stripped you of your bottoms, making you naked when he was still fully clothed. Then, to your horror, he assumed his usual position with his head between his legs, licking his chops like a hungry wolf.

“John!”

Mid-lick, he looked up at you, frozen in place,

“What?”

You didn’t have a chance to say anything. Keeping his eyes on you, he continued toward his destination, licking and sucking on your folds, ignoring your worried throat noises.

“You can’t! It’s…it’s gross, right?”

He mumbled, his mouth full of pussy between phrases,

“No, sweet girl, mmph, ‘s good. Gets my blood up. Cock’s gonna be achin’ in a moment.”

You tried to relax, even getting close to coming since you were so sensitive, but as he licked you, your shame became too much. You thought he was just appeasing you,

“John, please. You don’t have to pretend…”

He was on you in a flash. His hand slipped around your neck, crushing your jawbone, forcing you to look at him in the face, snarling at you like a hound,

“Are you really trying to keep this pussy from me? I don’t care if you bleed every day for the rest of your goddamn life. This is my cunt, and I’m starving for it. You know your safe word. Use it!”

His sudden aggression stunned you. Price waited, patiently, knowing you needed time to think. He was already covered in red smears, his mouth and beard caked in your blood and sparkling with your slick.

You looked up at him, eyes worried and full of past pains,

“Are you sure?”

The captain smiled maliciously,

“Does this feel sure to you?”

Your heart almost stopped when you felt him slap his cock on your thigh, letting you feel the heaviness of his impossibly hard erection. Your face must have worn your shock all over it because he chuckled darkly, obviously feeling vindicated.

“That’s what I thought, love. Now, can I get back to my mission, or do you need to stop?”

You stared at him for a while, searching for any deception. Finding none, you shook your head, giving him free reign to proceed as he saw fit.

Price was such a grizzly when he needed to be, roaring to stand his ground, but you knew that, with just one word from you, he’d release you, forfeiting his claim at your whim. You couldn’t believe that he wasn’t repulsed. If anything, he was turned on.

He ate you like a man possessed, sucking at you and covering his cheeks and lips and nose in red, sticky blood, not giving a shit about the mess. Your thighs were covered. You could feel every bit of effort he put into making you come, and he seemed to be celebrating each and every moment you moaned or jolted your hips up towards his waiting mouth.

Then, he reached his hand up toward your hole, sinking two of his fingers into you as deep as they would go, massaging your walls in slow circles as he pushed inside. You groaned in a deep, guttural voice, feeling like your whole body was quivering for his touch. Watching as he pulled his hand out to thrust into you again, you saw the dark burgundy fluid that had fallen from your womb.

Price paid it no mind. He was too busy humping his cock into his other hand to care, readying himself for your shared pleasure. He began fucking you on his hand in earnest, his knuckles hitting that space between, sending shocks of pleasure through your body, the wet, milking sounds echoing in the room with both of your ragged moans.

“Oh, fuck, love,” he grunted, “you’re damn well flooded.”

He licked his lips, smearing your blood with his tongue. Then, he bent to suck your clit again, groaning as he did, making it vibrate with his low voice. Even when he made you come from his lurid efforts, he didn’t let up. If anything, it made him wilder to see your redness staining his hand.

Finally, he pulled away from you, and he used his dripping hand to stain his cockhead, lubing himself up for his entry. There was little resistance to him as he pushed forward into you. That was very abnormal for your coupling. He was heavy and thick, and it usually took quite a bit of grinding to reach your warm middle. Not tonight.

Tonight, his head sank all the way to your womb, pressing against the soft, sensitive flesh like a wet kiss, and he was beside himself,

“Fuuuuuckin’ hell…” he growled, “That’s good. So. Damn. Wet.”

Each word was a struggle, punctuated by his rough thrusts. As he fucked you, you felt your blood and come coating the skin between you, making a mess of your thighs and ass cheeks, dripping down onto the towel and onto his balls and legs. His face was still covered in blood, as were his hands. He was rubbing his hand on his chest, enjoying the slippery feeling over his nipple, taking turns rubbing your breasts as well. Your skin had red streaks all over it, painted like a Pollock.

He didn’t last long, and just when he was ready to come, he pulled his cock out to explode all over your belly, rubbing his dick on you and smearing your fluids across your skin.

The aftermath looked like a war zone. He didn’t help you to the shower until he had repeated his sanguine worship twice again, each time more feral, almost animalistic. It was as if it made him hungrier, watching your blood dry sticky and dark on your body. When you finally walked to the bathroom with him, he made you stand with him in front of the mirror, dipping his finger into you like an ink well, painting more lines and shapes across his ruined face and body, eating it, marking himself with your blood.

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Hello, my lovelies! The long wait is finally (kinda?) over! I am finally posting the next part of the HLG series. I just want to thank everyone who is still here with me and reading my fics. You are all truly the best. Thank you to everyone who has stuck around and to the newbies, WELCOME TO THE FAM! I love you all so much. ❤️ Thank you for this extraordinary journey. Happy reading and enjoy besties! 💕

A/n: The moment we have been waiting for has arrived! It's Bradley's first day back home, but that's not the only reason this day is special! There are so many things that will unload in this chapter! Get ready for another emotional rollercoaster... 🫣🫢

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: crying, cursing, description of injuries and pain, sadness, anxiousness, signs of PTSD, some adult jokes, but also so much love 🥰

Please don't take my work, I will find you.

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Over the next couple of days, Bradley was progressing with his mobility and his ability to do things on his own. He still needed plenty of help, but he was doing so well. You walked into his room quietly as he stood at his bed packing things into his duffle bag. His arm was still in a sling to support his healing clavicle and shoulder. You knocked on the for frame and he turned around quickly. “Hey, baby. I didn’t know you were already here.” He chuckled and turned around. “Come and give me a hug, sweetheart.”

You smiled and went into his embrace. You kissed his scruffy cheek. “You know, I’m liking the facial hair, Brad. You look good.” You raised your brows.

He shook his head, “You mean this patchy ass beard. Baby, it took me 7 years to perfect this mustache. I think it’ll take me another 7 for this beard.” He chuckled and kissed your head.

You ran your hand over his facial hair that was coming in. “I think you should let it grow. It’ll look really good on you.”

He sighed, “I guess I can try, but everyone is going to make fun of how it looks. You know how hard it is for me to grow facial hair.” He laughed and continued to put things into his bag.

“Here, let me help you.” You started to fold his clothes neatly and place them into his bag. He stood there and watched you.

“Thank you, baby.” He kissed your temple. He sat on the chair next to the bed and started to put his shoes on. “Is everything ready to go? Can I finally get processed out of here? Can I finally go home to my own privacy and bed?” He chuckled.

You zipped up his bag, “It is, baby. You are all set to come home.” You smiled and turned to him. “Do you know what today is?”

He shook his head and chuckled, “I have no idea what day of the week it is, nor the date honey.”

You walked over to him and rubbed his cheek. You lifted his chin so you could kiss him. “Happy Birthday, baby.” You smiled and pecked his lips again.

He looked at you with wide eyes, “Holy shit, are you serious. I’ve been here for that long? It’s already my birthday, sweetheart?” He started to laugh. “Holy shit.”

You pecked his lips a couple of more times. “Bradley Bradshaw you are one crazy man. I’m glad you get to come home for your birthday.”

He smiled up at you and grabbed your hip, “Thank you, baby.”

You rested your forehead against his, “Show me the way home, honey.”

You pulled into the driveway of your house. Bradley looked up at the house and sighed happily. “God, I’m so happy to be home.” He was smiling so big. You looked over at him and rubbed his knee.

“Let’s get you inside, Bradley. Get you situated and comfy.” You leaned over and kissed his cheek.

He nodded, “I can’t wait to freaking eat. I’m raiding the pantry when we get in that house, baby.” He started to laugh.

Hangman came out and greeted the both of you. He helped Bradley down from the car and grabbed his duffle from the flat. He hugged Bradley tight, “Welcome home, big boy. You’re looking finer than ever.” He kissed his cheek hard and chuckled.

Bradley leaned his body weight against Hangman so he could help him to the door. “Dude, it feels so good to be home. I hope you cook your famous ribs because I am fucking starving, man.” Bradley laughed.

“Oh man. You are going to eat good today. I promise, Bradshaw.” Hangman rubbed his back as he helped him onto the porch to the front door.

You opened the front door and Hangman helped Bradley through the threshold into the house.

“Surprise!” Everyone yelled to surprise Bradley. He looked up with wide eyes and an even wider smile.

“Holy shit!” He looked around and greeted everyone that was over to see him.

A couple of Bradley’s pilots from work were there to celebrate Bradley’s birthday and to welcome him home. Phantom and the other admirals and their families were there, Mav, Austin, Phoenix, and Leia. Bradley was over joyed to see everyone. Everyone took turns welcoming Bradley home and wishing him happy birthday. After Bradley said his hello’s and thank you’s to everyone he came over to you and kissed your cheek.

“Did you plan this, sweetheart?” He furrowed his brows at you and looked at you in disbelief.

You looked around and smiled. “I had some help. It wasn’t just me.” You got up onto your tip toes and kissed his scruffy jawline. “Welcome home, baby.”

Mav went and settled all of Bradley’s things in yours and his room. Hangman and Austin helped Bradley up the stairs to the room. You followed behind making sure they were okay.

“Aww man, it smells so good in here. I am so freaking hungry. I’m going to eat everything in sight.” Bradley started to laugh as Austin held him to lower him onto the bed. Bradley sat back as you started to undo his arm sling. He hissed at the pain when his arm weight started to settle down.

Maverick brought up his medication and some water. Bradley took it as you continued to undress him.

“All right, well let us know when you are done getting him ready. I’m going to head back down before I start to blush.” Hangman chuckled and grabbed Austin’s shoulder as they exited the room.

Bradley put his hand on yours, “Sweetheart, I can do it. I have to try.”

“Brad..” He waved you off.

“Please. I need to try. If I need you I’ll let you know.” He gave you a smile and you nodded.

Bradley’s POV

I got up and went into the bathroom. I didn’t want you to see all my wounds. I was nervous and scared for you to see it. I hadn’t even fully seen them yet. Mav assisted me as you waited out on the bed.

I started to remove my pants and Mav placed his hand on my hips. “You got it, kid?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I got it,” I grunted as I dragged my pants off my legs. “Shit. Can you pull them off my ankles now?” I rested my hand against the sink’s countertop to gain my balance as Mav started to remove the pant legs from around my ankles.

I took a deep breath as I started to remove my shirt. “Damn. I should just cut myself out this damn thing.” I chuckled as I carefully removed the shirt from my wounded arm. “Ah FUCK!” I looked up at the ceiling and then closed my eyes tightly.

Mav rubbed my back, “Hey it’s okay. Take your time, Brad. No need to rush. It’s gonna take some time. You’re doing great.” He took the shirt from my grasp and put it into the dirty clothes hamper.

I hadn’t seen myself since before the accident. My breath was shaken. I was scared to look. As Mav was in the closet getting me some clothes, I walked over to the full body mirror on the sliding closet doors. I was looking down at my feet. I could feel my heart rate picking up. I looked up slowly in the mirror to see myself. I started to shake.

“Holy Shit,” I whispered as I examined the damage. I had a huge slice that was healing across my right thigh. I could see where the staples had been, each little dot of whiter skin in a perfectly lined row. I had minor cuts that were healed but the skin was whiter than rest of my leg and still raised as it continued to heal. I had bruises all over my groin from when the chute hoisted me up before I plummeted to the water. My hips had been bruised up and were healing. My skin looked yellow on them. I looked up my torso. The by far worst part of me. I started to lose my definition. My dad bod was definitely coming in from being bed ridden the last month. My torso was still black and blue from impact. It was so tender to the touch. I traced over the sutures I had near my broken clavicle. It was still sensitive and swollen to the touch. I examined my shoulder. Staples still heavily in it, I could probably set off a metal detector when I walked through it. It was still swollen, covered in dried blood, and bruised. What the fuck. Who the fuck was this. My neck bruises and abrasions were healing and not as noticeable. My face swelling had gone down, but I didn’t look like me.

I started to feel anxious. I felt sweat break out on my neck. I placed my hand over my eyes and squeezed them as all I could hear was Phoenix yelling for me. I let out a shaky sigh. “Holy fuck.” I whined out. I felt a hand on my back and the door open.

“Hey, It’s okay, Bradley. Let’s sit you down kid.” Mav helped me over to the bathtub to sit. He held my face in his hands. “Hey breathe with me now, all right?” I nodded in his embrace. We were breathing together.

“Is he okay?” Your voice full of concern.

“I’m okay, baby.” I shot you a thumbs up. “I’m okay.”

“I got him y/n. Why don’t you go down stairs and get the guys. He’ll be ready soon.” Mav shot you a smile as he continued to rub my cheeks in his hands. You nodded and left the room.

“Bradley, Hey. You okay?”

I closed my eyes tight and nodded, “I’m pretty banged up, Mav. I didn’t think I was this bad.”

He patted my cheek, “Hey, stop that. You look great. You are doing so well.” I gulped and looked up at him. He nodded. “You’re doing so good, kiddo. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

I nodded. “All I can hear is her yelling at me, Mav.” My lip started to quiver. “How do I make it go away?”

Mav furrowed his brows, “Hear who yelling, Bradley?”

“Phoenix.” I looked around the bathroom. “She was the last person I heard over the radio before I went down. The hurt in her voice.” I took a deep breath, “And Riot, he was in a panic. He ran outta flares.” I looked up at him. “How did you get through it… when it was you and I?”

Mav stood up and started to clean up my staples and stitches. “I just keep thinking about how you’re still here. I think about you being okay. It is hard. I have a lot of dreams about that day. I think of all the different possible outcomes that could have happened if something else didn’t go the way it did. So I know. It’s hard. But the best way to help yourself, well is to talk about it. Remember they are still here. They’re downstairs right now waiting for you.” He started to help me put on my shirt. “They’re here and you’re here. Lean on everyone, Rooster. I promise it’ll get easier. I’ll be here with you every step of the way.” He stood me up to help put some sweatpants on me.

I gulped, “How’d you do it with dad?”

He stopped for a minute and sighed. “It was hard. One of the hardest things in my life. I loved your dad more than anything. He was my best friend, you all were all I had left. I had to forgive myself. It took years for me to fully forgive myself for what happened with your dad. But with a lot of help, I was able to cope.” He sat me back down and started to put new socks on me. “It won’t be easy, Rooster. But it does get better.” He patted my cheek and helped me stand up.

There was a knock on the door. “You decent in there?” Hangman called through the door.

“Yea, he’s ready!” Mav helped put my sling back on my arm.

“Thank you, Mav.” I nodded at him.

He smiled at me and strapped my sling. “Hey. I’ll always be here for you, Bradley. No matter what.”

Hangman and Austin helped me back down the stairs. Everyone was excited when I came back down. Leia came over with her teddy bear.

“Daddy look! Still has your wings!” She smiled up at me while holding the bear up to me.

I took the bear and gave it a hug. “My girl, thank you for always keeping them safe.” I leaned down and kissed her head. I gave her back her bear and she gave it a hug.

“Daddy, I made you a plate of food!” She grabbed my hand and pulled me eagerly over to the table.

“Hey, baby, not so hard with your daddy, please!” You called over to the both of us.

I laughed and shot you a wink, “I’m okay, sweetheart. She’s just excited. It’s okay.”

Leia pulled out my chair for me and gestured for me to sit. “Here, daddy!” She was so happy.

I chuckled and kissed her head, “Baby, you shouldn’t have to pull my chair out for me, but thank you so much, sweetheart.” I sat down and she tried to push my chair in. I chuckled and I helped scoot in while she pushed.

She got on her tip toes and pulled my shoulder down to kiss my cheek. “I’ll go get your plate, daddy! Sit tight!” She skipped to the kitchen. I had small talk with a couple of the other pilots that were at the house. “Daddy!” Everyone got quiet and brought their attention to Leia.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Daddy, what do you want to drink?” She looked over and through everyone to make eye contact with me. She was smiling so big. She was the cutest little babe ever.

I chucked, “I’ll just have some water, sweetheart. Thank you.”

“Yes, sir!” She came over and gave me my plate of food and a cup of water. She kissed my cheek, “There is another plate! I’ll be back!’

“Another plate!?” I was shocked and looked down at the plate already full of food. She placed the second plate of food down and she nestled herself into my arm.

“Eat up, daddy! We have to get you big and strong again!” She kissed my arm a couple of times. “Do you need help with eating, daddy?” She peered up at me through her lashes.

I kissed the top of her head and smiled. “I’m okay, baby. You’ve already done enough for me. Thank you so much, my Leia Rey.”

I leaned down to lay my head on her head when she pulled me down a little further. She pushed her forehead to the side of my head, “If you need anything else, make sure to let me know, Daddy.” She kissed my cheek and disappeared into the crowd of friends.

Phoenix reached over and grabbed my hand. “I’m glad to have you back home, Bradshaw.” She gave me a smile as we all started to eat.

After we all ate, I went into the backyard to get some fresh air and enjoy the sunset. I felt someone rub my back. I turned around and saw Riot.

“Sir.” He gave me a weak smile.

I patted his shoulder and pulled him under my wing. “Beautiful, isn’t it, Riot?” I was looking out to the sunset.

“Yes, sir. It’s a beautiful view.” He cleared his throat. “Sir.”

I chuckled. “No need for formalities, we are outside of work, Riot. You can always just call me Rooster.” I patted his shoulder.

He nodded, “Rooster, I hadn’t had the chance to thank you.” He looked at me with sadden eyes.

“Thank me?”

He stood in front of me with his head down. “I haven’t thanked you properly for saving my life.” He took a deep breath, “You could have let me meet my own faith. I was out of flares… but instead you bit the bullet for me and risked yourself.”

“Riot.” He looked up at me, “You don’t need to thank me. I wasn’t going to leave you out there like that. It wasn’t your fate. I promised myself and you all that I would get you all home safely. At any cost.”

He started to break down, “Sir. I thought I lost you. My heart felt like it was going to explode, knowing that you had your pregnant wife and daughter waiting for you at home.”

“And you have your family waiting for you at home. Your parents and your boy.”

He wiped his tears, “Sir, I owe you my life. You saved me when you didn’t have to. And well now you’re here.”

I chuckled. “Here?” I looked up and looked around me, “Riot, I’m alive and here with you, everyone, my family.” I patted his shoulder. “Don’t beat yourself up please.”

“But, Rooster.”

I shook my head, “Riot. I’m serious. I’m here. You’re here.”

He nodded. “Thank you for saving my life, Rooster.”

I smiled and pulled him in to hug him, “I’d save your ass any day, kid.” I started to laugh as did he. “Let’s get back in. I think I’m ready for some cake.” I patted his back as we walked back into the house.

Leia came running to me and grabbed my hand again. “Daddy! It’s time for your cake!” She started to pull me over to the table. “Okay! Okay! I am ready for it, little Leia!”

I sat down in the chair. “Daddy, is it okay if i sit in your lap? Or will it hurt too much?” She gave me the famous puppy dog eyes.

I welcomed her into my lap, “Of course you can, sweetheart. I’d be sad if you didn’t.” Leia hopped into my lap and got comfortable. “Daddy, you’re really going to like your cake. I picked it out for you.” She whispered into my ear.

I placed my hand on her belly and kissed her temple. “Did you, baby? Oh I am definitely going to love it then.”

Mav brought over my cake it was chocolate cake with chocolate shavings all over the sides and chocolate drizzle on top. “Oh my god.” I was mesmerized. It looked so fucking good.

Leia whispered into my ear, “The inside is chocolate too, daddy.” She winked at me.

“Holy shit, Leia Rey. You know me so well, sweetheart.” I kissed her head over and over again. You came over and placed the candles on my cake.

“Damn, Rooster. One year away from 30.” Hangman laughed at me and held his beer to me. I shook my head at him.

“Thats one year less than you are.” I chuckled.

He narrowed his eyes at me, “Watch it, Bradshaw.” He started to laugh as he took a sip of his beer.

You placed a kiss on my cheek and lit the candles. “I added one for good luck, baby.” You winked at me. “Okay on three! One, two, three!” Everyone started to sing happy birthday to me. I swayed with Leia in my lap and sung it with her.

After the song was finished she turned to me and kissed my cheek, “Make a wish, daddy.”

I smiled at her, “How about you make one with me, baby. I have all that I need here.” Her eyes lit up.

“Okay…” She thought about it. “I wish for you to always be safe, daddy.” She was holding back her tears. I saw her eyes gloss over. “I love you, daddy.”

I kissed her cheek. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“Ready to blow?”

“Let’s do it, babe.” We blew the candles out together.

Everyone was cooing over Leia’s wish. I caught a glimpse of you wiping the tears from your eyes. You started to cut the cake and gave me the first piece, “Happy birthday, honey. I love you, always, Bradley.”

“Thank you baby. I love you, forever.”

Leia and I shared my piece of cake. She fed it to me. It was so good. “Leia Rey, you picked such a good cake. Thank you.”

“Aunt Phoenix and I picked it out for you.” She smiled at me.

Phoenix came to grab her piece for her and Austin, “You’re welcome, Bradshaw.” She gave me a hug.

I kissed her cheek, “Well thank you Auntie Phoenix and my little Vapor girl. It’s delicious.”

The party continued for the rest of the night. Everyone started to help clean up around 2000. After cleaning up, they all started to leave one by one. Austin and Hangman helped me up the stairs to our bedroom.

“You showering tonight, Bradshaw?” Hangman helped me sit on the bed.

“Yea. I’m gonna shower. Or probably bathe.” I sighed as I started to remove my clothes.

Hangman chuckled, “Do you need any help? Just don’t blush.”

I nodded unenthusiastically, “Yea, could you guys lend me a hand.” They started to help me take my clothes off until I was in my briefs. Austin removed my sling.

“Do you need help getting into the tub, Bradley?” Austin undid my sling and placed it onto the bed.

I gulped and looked at the bathtub in the bathroom. “I’m embarrassed for you guys to see me fucking naked. But, I do need help getting in. Please.”

Hangman shook his head, “I’ve seen you naked plenty of times. You think I care?”

I squinted my eyes at him, “You’re making me nervous now.”

Austin went to go and turn the water on. “We are all guys. No need to be ashamed. I don’t mind helping you out, Brad. I do this for a living.”

Hangman looked at Austin with wide eyes. “You what? You helped grown men get naked and put ‘em in tubs?”

Austin chuckled at Hangman’s analogy. “I’m a caretaker. Back in San Diego, I have patients that I provide at-home care for. I’m used to this.” He tested the water temperature. “It’s ready to go, Bradley. When you’re ready.”

Hangman helped me up and walked me over to the tub. I struggled to pull my briefs down. “Hey. I got you, Roo.” Hangman helped me out of my briefs and they helped me into the tub. I sat down and laid back in the warm water.

“Holy shit this feels fucking amazing. I haven’t had a proper shower in forever. Just sponge baths.” I laid my head back and relaxed.

You walked in and giggled. “You all having an after party?” We all turned around quickly to you.

“I- uh. We were…” Hangman was pointing at me and tripping over his words.

“We were helpin him into the tub, darlin. He wanted to take a proper bath now that he’s home.” Austin chuckled and wrapped his arm over your shoulders.

You nodded, “Thank you guys.” You looked at Hangman deviously, “You’re blushing, Jake.”

You started to laugh as he rolled his eyes. “How about you guys go help finish cleaning up. I’ll take it from here.” You smiled at the both of them.

“Hey, no it’s okay, y/n. We can help him out.” Hangman waved you off.

You hugged both of them and started to push them out the door, “I got it from here boys, thank you. Seriously.”

They left and you came back to me in the tub. “Baby, I can do it. I promise.”

You knelt down by the tub and placed your hand on my cheek. “I know you can, but just let me help, okay?” You kissed my forehead. “Just sit back and relax, Bradley. I’ll get you cleaned up.”

I sighed and leaned back. “I just need help washing my back, baby. That’s it.”

You giggled, “Just take my help, babe.”

“But you’re already doing so much. And you are SO pregnant.”

You shook your head, “Don’t under estimate me, Bradshaw.” You narrowed your eyes at me.

Mine went wide. “Baby, I would never.”

You grabbed a cup and started to fill it with water to pour onto my hair. It felt so good. You started to massage my scalp with the shampoo and I nearly melted under your touch. I let out a little groan.

“You doing okay, baby? Am I hurting you?” You brought your lips to my ear since you were sitting behind me.

I shook my head, “No, sweetheart. It just feels really nice.” You continued to wash my hair and then you rinsed. You added the conditioner and continued to massage my head. When you started to wash my body you were so gentle. I just wanted to fall asleep in the tub. I didn’t want to get out.

“You ready to get out, babe?” You smiled at me as you poured water onto me to keep me warm.

“No, but I know I should get out.” I started to sit up. “Thank you for helping me, sweetheart.”

You kissed my cheek and patted my face dry, “I’d do anything for you, Bradley.”

You went and got the guys so they could help me out. After I dried off you help me put my clothes on. You re-bandaged my shoulder and clavicle and helped me into bed. You set up a couple of pillows to help keep me elevated. Mav came in with my medication for the night. While I took my medicine, you went to go and get ready for bed.

“Leia is already down for bed. I put her down before bringing up his meds.” Mav smiled at you.

You kissed his cheek and got into bed. “Thank you so much, Mav. Thank you for helping out today.”

He winked at you and patted my leg, “I’ll see you all in the morning.”

I laid back and looked over at you. “Ready for bed?”

You smiled and got comfortable, “I am. I’m going to sleep so much better knowing you’re here next to me.” You inched closer to me.

“Come here. Baby.” I held my arm up and you nestled your self into my side.

“I love you, Bradley. Good night,”

“I love you, sweetheart. Good night.”

Your POV

You heard little mumbles coming from Bradley. You got up and looked at the clock. 1:30 AM. You thought that maybe he was in pain and was just trying to handle it. You sat up and placed your hand on his arm.

“Baby. Do you need more medicine?”

He started to fidget under your hand. “Riot…. Riot I got you…”

Oh shit. You started to rub his arm. “Baby. Bradley.”

“Fuck….No….I’m sorry…” He started move his head side to side.

“Bradley.” You turned your bed side light on. His eyes were squeezing and his hand balling into a fist. “Bradley. Honey. It’s okay baby.” You were rubbing his chest as he struggled in his sleep.

“PHOENIX!” He shot up hitting you with his shoulder. He was wincing at the pain he was in. He started to cry slightly as he held his clavicle and his chest.

You held your hand over your mouth and scooted closer to him. You laid your head on his shoulder and comforted him. “Hey. Hey, I’m here. You cradled his head in your arms. “It’s okay, Bradley. You’re okay baby. Riot and Phoenix are okay.”

He started to cry in your arms. “I’m so sorry baby. Did I hurt you?”

You shook your head and cupped his cheeks in your hands. You had tears in your eyes. “No, Bradley. You didn’t hurt me. You don’t have to apologize. You’re okay my love. It’s going to be okay.” You scratched at his head and cradled him against you. “You’re okay baby. It was just a dream. They’re all okay.” You placed kisses on his head over and over again. “I’m here, Bradley. I love you. I promise you are okay.”

He held onto you as he started to calm down. He was still shaking slightly in your arms. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

“Shhhh.” You shushed him and comforted him.

“Don’t apologize, baby. You’re okay. You are all safe, Bradley. I promise.”

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Babes! We are finally back 🥺 Thank you all for being so patient with me! I hope you are all doing well! Are you excited for Bradley to be back home? 🥹 I am! But he definitely has a long road ahead of him. #InDadlyWeTrust 🫶🏼 I'll see you in the next one, besties! 🫶🏼

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HOMECOMING [1/?]

Pairing: Arthur Shelby x Fem!Reader, Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader Summary: Despite everything, somehow the roads you walked always ended taking you back to Birmingham, and to the odd relationship you had with the two eldest Shelby boys. When your aunt passes away and leaves you her home, you don’t find yourself in a position to refuse and realize that a lot of things aren’t how you left them in Small Heath. Warnings: Death, some angst and awkwardness but nothing too intense this time. Note: Hey! This is my first dip into the universe, so I apologize if the character’s seem a little off. I tried my best and rewrote a number of things, but I’m still trying to find my footing with them. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! I’m excited to start putting this fic together, finally. Tag list (to be added just leave me a comment!): --

It took you a while to find her grave among the crowded tombstones, a part of you still not quite registering that you really were looking at her final resting place.

While the stone itself was still clean, new, it didn’t appear that she got many visitors. Outside of yourself, of course. Really, your mind was still with the letter you had received about her passing–a friend of hers had found her, thankfully not too long after she had passed. You were the person that she had named in a will to get the house, as much as it wasn’t anything too special. She had fought to keep it, though, and you could see in some sense why she would want to give it to family.

There had been a bit of a war in you over obligation and personal reluctance for a couple days after you received the news. In the end, given where you currently stood, the victor of that fight was clear. You knew that perhaps you should have visited her home, first, before her grave. Yet, a part of you couldn’t bring yourself to go see what condition it was in.

Instead, you walked along the graves, a few flowers in one hand and a case of your belongings in the other.

With a small sigh, you dropped the case in your hand down near your feet before you bent down before the stone.

“Here you are, auntie,” you muttered, placing the flowers down on the base of the grave, “I couldn’t find your favorites, but you always said you liked to have a little bit of nature around. Brighten up the place a little.”

You rested your arms on your knees as you continued to remain crouched near the tombstone. Growing up, you had always huffed and complained about her insistence that you minded the plants she had in her home. Making sure you watered some at certain times, moved others to certain windows as the day progressed. Given how gray it usually was, you hadn’t seen what sunlight they would get, but it made her happy and that was what had you doing it in the end.

She had been pessimistic about a lot of things, including the idea of getting out of Small Heath, but she appreciated the flowers and plants.

“It was natural,” a voice started, snapping you out of your thoughts as you almost shot back up to your feet, whirling around to see someone standing a couple steps away from where you were.

“What?” you asked, almost reflexively. You watched as the man bowed his head somewhat toward your aunt’s grave, eyes somewhat obscured by the flat-cap he wore, gesturing toward the grave with his hand.

“Your aunt,” he clarified, dropping his hand so he could bring it up to take the lit cigarette from between his lips, “Died peaceful in her sleep. From what I’ve heard, anyway.”

You took in his appearance more so than his words for a few moments, a pair of icy blue eyes meeting your own with a stare that had always been so hard to read, his expression neutral and as equally indecipherable. It took a few moments for the surprise at his sudden appearance and for the years to catch up in your head, but you recognized him. It pulled a small, mildly amused huff from you, despite the situation.

“Well, that might be one of the few peaceful things that’s happened in her life,” you replied, shaking your head lightly. “Couldn’t let me have a day to settle in before showing up, Tommy?”

“I can’t resist a familiar face,” he replied somewhat flatly, yet you caught the touch of amusement that crossed his face. “Arthur’ll be knockin’ at your door once he knows you’re back. Always had somethin’ to say about your moving away before he got back from France.”

“...Good or bad?” you asked.

While you could say that you were closer to Arthur than Tommy while growing up, he did have a certain temper to him. That unpredictable nature had been fun and got you roped in a number of different situations the last time you were in Small Heath, you didn’t know how things were now. You had seen what the war did to certain men, too. You really didn’t know what was going to face you once you got settled into your aunt’s home.

“I’m sure you’ll know soon enough,” Tommy replied, the answer not exactly reassuring you but you’d handle it the best you could.

You just hoped maybe he’d let you have a night’s rest before you had to address all of that. Still, you let out a small sigh as you reached down to pick up your case, looking over your aunt’s grave for a few moments.

“I didn’t do it to spite him,” you said, glancing toward him, “I had an opportunity to leave and I took it.”

“I don’t hold that against you, it’s not my business,” Tommy said, turning aside to let you pass him as you finally stepped away from your aunt’s grave. “I am here about your aunt. Her name is in our books and has been for a while.”

“What for?” you asked, stopping in your tracks as you turned to look at him.

“Protection.”

You couldn’t help the way your brows furrowed, shaking your head lightly. “She…rarely left her home, let alone did anything that would require protection…”

“A lot of things have changed since you left,” Tommy replied, “Your aunt understood why she needed it, I wouldn’t question it.”

“I question a lot of things she did,” you replied with a small sigh, rubbing at your neck.

“Her last payment still stands, but once that runs out I would consider picking it up,” he said, finally moving to walk around you, “Just some advice. We were friends once, remember?”

“Yes, but if that gets dangled over my head enough times I may have to reconsider that,” you replied, catching the touch of a grin that crossed his expression before he turned around to walk away without a further word.

You watched him go for a few moments, biting the inside of your cheek before eventually starting to follow him out of the cemetery. Things had changed, you knew that. In what ways, you were quickly finding out. Yet, you couldn’t help the small pit in your stomach at what might be coming down the line. If Tommy would be right about the protection payments, you didn’t know, but the fact that your aunt of all people was giving money to the Peaky Blinders for safety was something she left out of her letters to you.

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The house was more or less a lot like how you remembered it.

Cramped, wallpaper peeling in some places, and the same water damage that had been there since you showed up at her door when you were thirteen. Yet, it was profoundly more empty. In feeling, at least. Some of your aunt’s items still remained, but it was clear that some of it had been cleaned up or cleared out. Still, for what some homes were like in Small Heath, it was decent. You could recall how often your aunt almost defended her home, that she worked hard to make it how it was. As a younger kid, that didn’t register much, yet you could appreciate it now.

Considering the places you might have been forced to sleep if she hadn’t given you the house, it was a relief.

Finding work again was going to be a question that’ll plague you, you just knew it. You knew how to work with your hands, sewing and the like, but also field work. The farm that had employed you last managed to hold on through the war, yet you saw that coming to a close long before it really did. Yet, that was…really all you knew how to do. You could stomach working outdoors more than you could sitting in a room with thread, the repetitive actions and pin pricks reminding you too much of your childhood. Way before Birmingham, at least.

Yet, it was becoming clearer that you really weren’t in much of a position to be picky. With only so much in your pocket to last you a couple weeks, you knew you didn’t want to wait until that ran out before you started to worry about money.

Not that your welcome back gave you much reassurance.

Though, just as the evening was dragging on into the night and when you thought Tommy’s prediction about his brother might be wrong, you caught a shadow cross by your kitchen window before there were a couple knocks on your door.

As much confidence as you tried to put forward, you couldn’t help but remain rooted to the spot for a few moments as you eyed the front door wearily. You knew these confrontations would have to come eventually, not just with Tommy and Arthur, yet somehow being snuck up on was easier to deal with than having to open the door for him. Plus, you had been closer to Arthur than Tommy the last time you saw him.

A part of you was…anxious to confront whatever changes might be there.

Still, you knew there was no point standing around and overthinking it. With a small sigh out of your nose, you crossed over toward the front hall and opened the door. As you suspected, Arthur Shelby stood there with somewhat raised eyebrows as the two of you seemed to take each other in for a moment. He’d aged, and you figured you had too, but he still looked enough like himself to put some relief in you. In that moment, anyway.

“I’m…I’m sorry if I don’t look as surprised as I should,” you said, deciding to be the one to break the silence, “Tommy warned me that you would show up.”

“So what he said about you bein’ back is true, then, eh?” Arthur asked, “Hearin’ it from you would’ve been nice.”

“I was getting around to it,” you said, having a hard time hiding the vaguely defensive tone that slipped into your voice, “I didn’t exactly expect both you and Tommy to show up today. Still…yes, I’m back. Whatever that means, I suppose. Do you want to come inside? I don’t exactly want to have this conversation at my door.”

Arthur wordlessly accepted your invitation, you stepping aside to let him pass before shutting the door. For first reunions, you had certainly seen happier, yet it could have been worse you supposed. Still, it was awkward, you gave him a bit of a wide berth as you moved around the side of your kitchen table. He seemed to be taking the house in for a few moments, despite having seen it a few times while you were growing up. And possibly later, if your aunt apparently paid the Peaky Blinders to watch out for her.

You watched as he lightly knocked his closed fist against the surface of the table, as if searching for something to say before he met your gaze.

“I’m sorry. About your aunt,” he said, “Happened very suddenly.”

“Yeah, natural causes. So I’ve been told,” you replied with a light nod, “Thank you. It is…different without her here.”

Arthur let out an understanding hum, letting that sit in silence for a few moments. You crossed your arms, leaning back against the sink.

“If you’re here to tell me about how things have changed, your brother got to that first,” you continued. “Including her payments.”

“Not the first time he’s done my work for me,” Arthur stated, the bitterness hard to miss as he shook his head, “Just wanted to make sure I heard him right.”

“...Missed you too, Arthur,” you muttered around a small huff.

“I’m not…mad ya left,” he said after a few moments, struggling to look at him but you could see the tension in his face, “Just…I got back and your aunt had this look on her face. A letter would’ve been nice, considerin’...”

You let that sit for a moment, a pit of guilt settling into your gut at the mention. It wasn’t like the decision hadn’t been without debate, your aunt pushing you to take the opportunity but to let him know so he didn’t come back to exactly what he came back to. Yet, you weren’t sure how to word that letter, or what exactly to say. You had been close, there’d been the odd insinuation, yet nothing was ever really said or solidified.

Still…

“I know. I should have wrote,” you replied with a soft nod, “I tried a couple of times, but I…I don’t know. I didn’t know what to say. I got to the new town and things picked up. I’m sorry.”

Arthur nodded, still not really meeting your gaze. You could see him turning that over, yet you didn’t want to push anything. It had been more than a couple years since you were last in Small Heath, let alone was in contact with Arthur or Tommy. You still didn’t really know how to approach the gap, if there was anything to bridge.

“I…” he started with another small sigh, before looking over at you finally, “I did miss ya, by the way. You’re back, so…I don’t know. Come by The Garrison, we can chat.”

“Yes, sure. I’d like that.”

With another nod and tight smile, Arthur said his goodbyes before leaving. You let out a slow breath once the front door shut behind him, pressing a hand over your eyes. It was hard to tell exactly…where you stood with anybody at the moment. Still, at least the sting of the initial reunions were over with–you hadn’t really talked yourself into believing they would be anything more than maybe bittersweet. Still, you supposed you were back. Time would tell where everything fell.

Still, the emptiness of your aunt’s home hit you stronger at the moment than when you had initially stepped through the door.

#peaky blinders x reader #arthur shelby x reader #tommy shelby x reader

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jjsmaybank20 · 1 year

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Watching You

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: your sons want to be just like you, so they copy your mannerisms as best they can.

Warnings: all fluffy family shit

Word Count: 1.4k

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You had just picked Tommy up from school, McDonald’s Happy Meals in the car ready for him. Billy was home sick with Wanda, so you were in charge of picking Tommy up. You buckled him in and got back in the driver's seat, chatting idly about his day with him as you drove him home.

You watched the 7-year-old scarf down his nuggets, knowing that he couldn’t have the toy till they were gone. You glance forward and a traffic light that had been green turned straight to red. You hit the brakes, making everything in the car pitch forward. You mumble curses under your breath, hoping that your son can’t hear you.

Tommy’s fries go flying towards the front, and his drink tips over into his lap. He looks down at his now soaking wet pants and says, “Shit!” You look at him, surprised and concerned, but he just grins right back at you. The light turns green again and you continue driving, still worried about where your son had learned that word.

“Hey, buddy. Where’d you learn to talk like that?” Tommy just smiles at you before saying, “I’ve been watching you, mama! I wanna be just like you. I’m gonna eat all my food, and grow as tall as you are. We both have Yankees baseball caps, and- and Lakers jerseys! We're just alike. I wanna do everything you do.”

You tear up slightly as you pull into the driveway of your house. “Yeah, buddy. We’re just alike. Now run inside and go check on your brother.” He nods and runs towards the front door, leaving you standing by the car, thinking over your life choices.

Wanda comes out and sees you with a slightly pained expression on your face. “What's up, babe?” You shake your head and pull your wife into a hug. “It’s just… Tommy said he wants to be just like me in the car. He also said shit, which he apparently learned from me. I’ve done so many awful things in my life, and I don’t want him to turn out the same way I did. Please Wanda, help me help my stupid self.”

She chuckles slightly, smiling up at you. “He said shit?” You groan and nod, looking up at the sky. “Yes! God, I need to stop cursing.” Wanda nods in agreement. Suddenly, your other son runs out the door and jumps into your arms. You let out a quiet ‘umph’, swinging him around as he giggles.

“Mama, mama! I feel so much better. Can we work on our project?” You hike him up in your arms, laughing at his enthusiasm. “Yeah, of course kiddo. Go grab the tools.” He drops from your hold and hits the ground running. You watch him take off before turning back to Wanda. She is looking at you with an indescribable look of love in her eyes. “You’re a wonderful influence on the boys, and the best mom and wife a woman could ask for. Now go build a treehouse with your son.”

You grin at her and you place a kiss on her lips before chasing after Billy. He had gone into the garage and brought out the toolbox that held all of the things you needed to put together the treehouse of his dreams. You make your way into the back yard, watching him get the drawing that he had made of what he wanted his fort to look like. You noticed that he had put on a baseball cap that you recognized, and as you came up behind him you asked, “Is that my hat?”

You watch his eyes go wide and he practically rips it off and holds it out towards you, muttering apologies profusely. You watch him panic for a second before letting a smile spread across your face. You reach out and push the hat into his chest, saying, “Keep it. It suits you. Looks better on you anyway.” He frowns slightly, answering, “But I wanted to look like you.” You can’t help but think about how much he sounds like Tommy in the car, and you pull him into your arms.

“Have you and your brother been conspiring together again? Y’all are saying the same shi-,” Billy gives you a stern look, and you fix your language. “Stuff. Stuff. And yeah, we look exactly the same. Guess who you got your ruggedly handsome looks from?” Billy pretends to think about it for a second before answering, “Mommy.” You gasp in offense and Billy takes off running while you chase after him.

When you catch him, you tickle his sides until he relents and wheezes, “Okay, okay, fine, I got it from you, Mama!” You nod, feeling accomplished. “That’s what I thought. Now go clean up, your mom will come after me if you track dirt through the house.”

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Later that night, you sat yourself down between the two boys beds and turned on their Scooby-Doo night light that they had insisted you buy for them. It took you a couple of tries to get them to settle down, but you eventually tucked them both in. Almost immediately after the covers went over him, Tommy hopped out of bed much to your annoyance.

That annoyance quickly melted away as he shyly handed you a paper that he had just pulled from his backpack, murmuring, “I made this for you, Mama.” You glance down at it, not knowing what to expect. As you read further and further down the page, you couldn’t help the tears that formed in your eyes. Tommy looks at you worriedly, thinking that he had done something wrong to make you cry.

“It’s okay, Mama! Why are you sad?” You shake your head and wipe your eyes. “I’m not sad, buddy. These are happy tears. I love you both so much.” You glance at the paper, having to look at the sky so that you don’t start crying again. “God, you guys are both growing up so fast.”

Tommy wraps his little arms around you, and they are quickly joined by Billy’s. “You know, Mama, even when we’re big we’ll still know what to do, cause you taught us.” Tommy nods enthusiastically, adding, “You taught us to eat all our food so that we can grow as tall as you are, and if we work hard we can be just like you. When we’re all grown up, we’ll be able to do everything that you do.”

You give them a watery smile before sighing and concluding, “You two are already so much stronger than I’ll ever be. Your mom and I are so proud of you, and we are so lucky to have you as our kids.” You look at them lovingly before sitting them down on their individual beds and pushing their heads towards the pillows by their faces.

They giggle at you and you place kisses on their foreheads before turning their light out and exiting the room. As you make your way downstairs, you think over what your sons had told you. You find your wife in the kitchen making the two of you dinner.

You wrap your arms around her from behind, and almost instantly, she melts into them. You stick your face in her neck and place feather-light kisses on it. Wanda sighs shakily, trying to stay focused on the food so that it doesn’t burn. You pull away slightly, before randomly saying, “You know, both boys want to be like me. How much do you wanna bet Billy will turn out like you?” Wanda laughs, and the sound makes your heart flutter and creates a giddy feeling in your stomach. She turns around in your arms and wraps her arms around your neck. “I don’t doubt it. Tommy definitely shares your personality more.” You chuckle and lean in to press a kiss to her lips.

She chases after you when you pull away, and you almost let her suck you back in, but then you smell a burning scent. You look behind her, seeing the food is burnt to a crisp. You move quickly to turn off the burner, and Wanda looks at the stove apprehensively.

You glance at her before asking, “Pizza?” She nods and smiles at you before going to order it. As you watch her go, it hits you that you finally have the family that you had always wanted, and you had it with a woman that you love more than anything in the world.

You couldn’t be more grateful for such a wonderful family, and you would love them until the day that you die.

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♡ HAPPY TAEHYUN DAY ♡ to my star boy, my very best boy, my boy with entire universes in his eyes. i don’t know that i could say it better than yeonjun so i’ll just echo his words — i hope taehyun can have a better birthday than anyone else can.

quick cc note: ah, taehyunnie! i always say he’s my most special kpop boy and like! i mean it! from the drop he has had such a particular place in my heart. and by from the drop i literally mean from day one when txt hadn’t even debuted yet and we all thought taehyun was a rapper. ah, the good ol’ days. we’ve come so far since then!

every time i look at how well he’s growing up, how he’s really coming into his own, i just feel. SO so proud. i worry that i’m getting repetitive in these tubatu bday notes always talking about how they’ve grown so much and so well but it’s just. i can’t help it. to me the tubatus are like. my little brother group? it is such a privilege to me to have been able to watch taehyun turn from this clever, bright eyed, ambitious little rookie to... well, he’s still clever, bright-eyed, and ambitious! but he’s older and wiser and even steadier than before. he’s always been so confident and surefooted about what he wants but now he’s also got all the weight and knowledge of nearly four years of working as an active idol behind him.

i love how quick-witted he is and how genuinely funny he is around his members and when it’s just moas, but how he gets shy and says he is no fun on variety shows. i love the way he tries to make eye contact with every fan he can at performances and the way he spends so much time interacting with moas on weverse. (i love when he uses weverse as google... like nothing makes me feel more embarrassingly fond than when he’s desperately asking whether it’s okay he swallowed a feather or casually inquiring about geopolitical relations in europe.) i love the way he throws himself into this job with his whole self. i love that he’s so passionate about it, that he’s so serious about it. this is his craft and he really doggedly pursues the avenues he wants to — i’m glad he’s getting to write and topline more and i’m over the MOON that he’s been discussing releasing a mixtape with the company. i love his tenacity to continuously improve and his tenacity to maintain his own standard of excellence. he works so hard to do so. another thing i love SO much is like. okay so, i’ve said this before but. if yeonjun works hard and likes that he can make things look effortless, taehyun works hard and likes for us to see that hard work. :’)

speaking of yeonjun, i think the other thing i love so so much about taehyun is how much he loves his members. he has so much faith in them and you can just tell that if he could do it all over he’d choose those four boys every single time. when soobin said that taehyun really cares about the people in his circle and not at all in a personal way about those not in his circle and that he can tell that they are in taehyun’s circle.... well what am i supposed to do but cry? the way he and hyuka are forever soulmates, the way he never stops telling yeonjun that he’s his driving force, the way that he always lets soobin know that he’s the best leader, the way that he and beomgyu pretend that they’re so different with their mbtis but are always, always there for each other and looking out for each other in every way that counts.

to taehyun!! my boy who lives so tucked inside my heart, who has lived there ever since that little intro video over four years ago now. i think no matter what happens, no matter how busy i am or where i am in life, i will always be rooting for you. i will always be proud of you. every which way i look at it, you have so much still ahead of you and i have no doubt that you will excel at everything you choose pursue — if not right away, then in no time at all. i hope this year is just the biggest one yet and that it gives you so many reasons to laugh. and most of all, i hope that you always, always keep those stars in your eyes.

♡

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lemonarcade · 5 months

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to everyone:

we did it! we made it to the end of 2023 :) thank you for being part of this roller coaster of a year that went by faster than my brain could comprehend, whether you’ve known me for quite a while, or we’ve just started getting to know each other.

our world has changed and is still changing very much, and i wish only the best for every single one of you that sees this. please stay safe, take care, and here’s to 2024!

some personal messages under the cut!

💌: @by-moonflower

dearest kesya,

writing letters long asks back and forth has become one of my favourite pastimes.

i send you strength and resilience, hope and light. may you find the peace and comfort you deserve.

thank you for always indulging me in my ramblings; sharing our agony over inarizaki’s aggravating middle blocker, mr no.10 sunarin.

your works will forever hold a special place in my heart (i go back to them from time to time) and one day i might frame your beautiful prose and your use of language.

you’ve seen me through my many many reinventions of the (online) self, and each time you welcome me with open arms and a warm loaf of earl grey bread (don’t mind me, i’m just fondly thinking of the wonderful ask you once sent me). this humble one simply cannot express through words just how much this friendship means to me, but i hope that we can continue to watch each other grow and live through life, just as we do now.

sending my warmest wishes for your 2023 to end well, and for 2024 to welcome you just like i was.

tearfully,

caz

💌: @bflfism

yun!! the beefleaf mutual™ that wrote an amazing lqq fic that i was so intrigued by, despite not knowing much more about tgcf outside of the first season of the anime (i don’t think i’ve ever said this to you, so imagine me running to drop a comment as soon as i’ve posted this) i can’t believe i was lucky enough to have found you and stuck with you through your blog changes (as you did with me). what would life be like if i never met you- nevermind! i don’t want to even consider the possibility 😤

even if you don’t frequent tumblr as much anymore, i still enjoy the connection with have through the dash and asks! and :D i would like to say that you have my utmost support in your cosplaying journey ~ (please see my likes are like little thumbs up and encouraging smiles hehe)

💌: @minkibug

minki my beloved tuxedo cat mutual 😼 your silliness never fails to make me smile as i scroll through dash. you 🫵 will be the best dentist. i also wish that you’ll have an unlimited supply of matcha forever (only the best for my fellow matcha lover). it’s such a joy to see you on dash, whether that be study struggles (relatable) or new kpop fixation (good on you) or random tidbits, know that i look at your posts fondly.

💌: @harubirus

hihi fae! i hope you don’t mind the tag, but i wanted to use this opportunity to show my admiration and appreciation for you. your poetic and artistic reblogs never fail to open my eyes to the ways creativity can be expressed, and even more so from your own creations! although we haven’t truly interacted much, your presence on my dash is one i treasure and hope to continue seeing as the new year rolls by. wishing you all the best with life and hope it is treating you well 🧡

💌: @thelargefrye

🍟 my fry queen! i’m very happy we’ve managed to get to this point and remain mutuals (let’s not look at my multiple deletion and creation of blogs…)

smalls, i will always be a loyal fry of yours; even if our fandoms may have drifted apart, seeing your reblogs and posts on the dash reminds me of how i look up to you. your passion and support for ateez is still going strong to this day, and i really admire it as a fellow atiny.

may you enjoy the rest of 2023 and a good 2024 await you!

💌: @secnghwa

viviii it has been way too long since we’ve had a proper chat! whenever we do have a small one, i never seem to be able to ask how you’ve been doing, so here’s me hoping that 2023 has been good to you. ateez’s comeback brought us back together briefly and it was awesome :D the seongjoong unit song was FIRE 🔥 and your bias slayed every. single. rap. verse.

thank you for being part of my 2023 and i hope 2024 will kick off nicely for you!

💌: @barsformars

rinnie i was ecstatic to see your return! hope this year has been good for you, or else 2023 and i will need to have a talk *cracks knuckles*

i missed you a lot, and admittedly did go through your blog on more than one occasion… it was so delightful seeing you back on the dash :D i never did ask, but how did you find ateez’s comeback? they really outdid themselves in many ways, and this album showed quite a lot of the growth that they’ve done since their last full album.

you’ve always been and will always be a good friend of mine that i will think of, and i cherish the times in the past that we shared 🧡 do let me know if i can keep in touch on another platform!

2024 better watch it and be nice to rin 👊

💌: @yinyinggie

you are genuinely a fairy in disguise. let me squish your cheekies okay (please)

combining compliments from teyval and the christmas tree, i am here to present my end of year words of gratitude to the lovely fae.

yinggie, the moments i spend talking to you are never wasted, and most of the time i tuck some of the words into a pocket in my heart. you are like spring flowers blooming in the company of light breeze, and it would be my honour to be able to capture the essence of the gentleness you exude.

my liege, it is MY pleasure to know you and i hope to get to know you even better with this coming year, and perhaps many more to come (i reiterate my wish to someday meet in person)

i feel like you have inspired and helped me to work on myself in quite a few ways, whether it be directly or indirectly, so please have this token of gratitude 🌷

my parting words to you would be that my belief in you stands strong and you can do anything you put your mind to (taking wise words from someone i know)

hope you have a grand closing to end the year :D

💌: @dumbificat

dumbs! (please let me know if i can call you that) my dear darling, you are so so sweet and lovely, and i’m so glad i’ve gotten to know you this year. your willingness to help others and to put yourself out there deserves all the pats on the back and thumbs up (. you’re such a wonderful meowtual and i would definitely love to know you more in this upcoming year. thank you for being a constant witness to my valorant fails and wins. please do take care of yourself and i only wish the best for you 🧡 cheers to the new year!

💌: teyval

to my fellow server members, thank you for making this last half of 2023 such a blast! it's been amazing chatting with everyone and meeting so many lovely people in the span of these past few months, and i wouldn't have it any other way 🧡

to my jijis, your warm welcomes to us newbie mods really made my day. it's been incredible to work together to improve on teyval as a safe and positive space to everyone else, and the endearing ideas you guys have come up with to bring joy to the members is so heartwarming.

special mentions to mhie, zee, snob, ven, yukari, rosey, bell, nervo, meisha, star, henry, alu, cixi, mr cosmic (and ely) for being gold star souls that are part of the reason i continue to go on teyval regularly.

💌: @hereisleo

if leo ever sees this -> i got a kodak film camera!! i've brought it along with me on some trips and special occasions, and from the developed film it's quite clear i've got a lot to work on hehe

hope you've been healthy and well, and continue to be so as we step into a new year 🧡

#thank you 2023

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miracles-and-butterflies · 5 months

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Why is Camilo always characterized as having some inane beef with Mirabel? In every AU he seems to hate/dislike her for no reason 😭

Well, to be fair, their relationship and the extent of it changes per AU. It would be inaccurate to say that all of them completely hate each other.

And I’ve never really got to answer or explain why their relationship is so awful. And more often than not, it’s told through Mirabel’s biased lens (at least in writing).

I’m just going to focus on my canon, I guess for this. (We’ll be here all day otherwise talking about each individual AU):

It isn’t entirely Camilo’s fault.

Up to August 1939. It was their mothers who continued pushing them to get along as children, thinking they would be as close as Isabela and Dolores, even though they could see it wasn’t working. Camilo was loud, messy and chaotic, he loved playing wild and imaginative games, while Mirabel was more reserved, tidy and ‘can’t read yet but would rather look through these books than actually play a game’. If they hadn’t kept forcing them together, Mirabel wouldn’t have gotten to a point where she insisted she’d rather do anything than be his friend. And subsequently Camilo wouldn’t have gotten completely heartbroken over someone he thought was his best friend saying such things.

August - December 1939. Camilo started school that August (because he is older than Mirabel and would be in the year above) and though he did quickly make many, many friends and replaced Mirabel with multiple best friends, he was still hurt. Easily influenced, he started picking up some of the teasing and bullying from school and it brought it home to Mirabel. Wanting her to feel as bad as he did, yet she never seemed to care.

March 1940. Mirabel failing her gift ceremony was Camilo’s one playing card - it was the only thing she got upset over.

August 1940 - onwards. Mirabel starting school was the beginning of the end. Because very quickly it became clear that she was better than him - behaviour, grades, etc. His teachers often belittled him that his giftless, baby cousin could read, write, spell or whatever else it was better than he could. This comparison quickly reached Casita, so his parents, Dolores and Abuela would all be saying it too.

It didn’t help that Camilo and Mirabel were made to do their homework together during the early years, under the supervision and ‘help’ of Dolores. Mirabel would finish her own relatively quick without any complaints, while Camilo would just struggle for hours. Dolores would get impatient and just ask Mirabel to do it for Camilo - she was delighted in playing teacher for such a bright child - and Mirabel was happy to play along/show off. It just made Camilo feel more like shit.

So Mirabel isn’t blameless. She’s cold and snide to him, casually showing off her intellect. Will gladly talk to Dolores about complicated subjects and ideas, just to watch him look confused. She’s just way more subtle and clever with how she gets things across than Camilo is, who tends to be very obvious and dramatic.

It’s petty though. But they are teenagers.

They’ll grow out of it.

#encanto #ask me anything #my writing #mirabel madrigal #camilo madrigal #dolores madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #félix madrigal #agustín madrigal #alma madrigal

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lickmeleclerc · 2 years

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Hi so idk if you write for mick but Father’s Day is hard for so many people and I’ve been thinking

Childhood sweethearts so you have a massive understanding of how he feels on fathersday and exactly how proud his dad would be of him. You have a really difficult relationship with your dad and cut ties. Just supporting eachother and comforting him after frustrating results this weekend on Father’s Day and how you celebrate it the two of you but maybe also finding out he’s going to be a dad on Father’s Day and you guys are pregnant? So much fluff 🤧

Omg this is sooooo cute!!!!!!! I’m in love with Mick. Thank you for requesting this!!!! (Also bear with me because I know Mick isn’t American but for the sake of this I’m writing in English, I hope that okay!!) I also changed some stuff a little bit I hope that’s okay if not I can totally right a separate telling Mick you’re pregnant one but I was inspired as I was writing.

TW! Mention of Michael Schumacher accident

Age 5:

“Hey I’m Y/n” little you said as you grabbed the red crayon from the box sat diving your desks and began coloring the printed page of a dog in front of you. You’re eyes quickly meeting the vibrant blue ones next to you.

“I’m Mick.” He responded, a blush building on his cheeks. From the first day of school you’d been assigned to sit by him and your little five year old self was very extroverted and the fact you couldn’t sit by your best friend, making your seat buddy your best friend was next best thing. A small smile formed on your lips at his response. It was only a introduction but a feeling builded within knowing this was the beginning of a friendship. “Can I use the red after you?” He continued and raised his hand to grab it waiting.

“Of course. Wanna be friends?” you ask immediately following that feeling within as you place it in his hand. Turning your whole body to face him your feet dangling barely off the grown, and a missing toothed smile on your face. He nodded quickly and accepted the crayon sharing a quick smile with you before looking back down.

Age 10:

“Go Mick!” You yelled and turned to his father a full toothed smile on your face as he overtook another Karter. His father smiled down at you, placing an encouraging hand on your back before cheering on his son as well. Mick’s father always took the time to include you in their hobby since that day in kindergarten you two became friends. His father enjoyed seeing the friendship flourish and the support you have helped Mick grow confidence. It also helped you, your father was hardly in the picture and even at 10 years old you recognized he wasn’t even close to the definition of a father. You told your mom you didn’t want to speak with him anymore. Mick was there to always to give you the words you needed to hear whenever you felt unsure. He could speak from experience of what a father should be and that you made the right decision. And he’d always joke that his dad can be your dad too.

After the race and podium celebrations with Mick standing on the second step. Well it was really him standing on what looked like a milk crate. He came running over to high five you and hug his dad.

“You were great out there. Great job finding your line and pushing.” He dad encouraged as he dropped to take a knee and meet Mick’s eyes who mirrored his own. Mick got that same blush on his cheeks and smiled widely nodding with his fathers words. Nothing seemed to make him smile that big as when his father took the time to teach him, encourage him, and honestly praise him. Mick even seemed happy when his father gave him constructive criticism and feedback about his racing. A real role model, those are hard to find.

Mick always talked about his fathers racing career and how he was able to balance being an amazing father and a racer. The two of you would watch the races together on TV or listen on the radio if you were busy doing school work while it was on, Mick’s mom wouldn’t let you two skip homework to watch races on TV. Late night talks about the future Mick would always mutter the words; “I just wanna be like my dad.” And you could see Mick achieving that goal everyday little by little.

Age 14:

Mick hadn’t contacted you in awhile, no news use to be good news but not this time. It was raining of course and you sat trying to focus on an essay but your thoughts kept drifting to your best friend. Well was he your best friend still? That’s when your mother rushed in the room, tears already in her eyes as she clutched the home phone still.

“Oh baby come here.” She motioned as you got up from your desk and hugged her, staying silent waiting for her to explain.

“Mick’s father was in a skiing accident.” She finally explained. A heaviness fell over your chest like someone dropped a barbell on it. “He was air lifted to the nearest hospital. And and Y/n they don’t know what’s gonna happen.” She continued on and with each word the weight got heavier. Reality finally set in and you joined your mother in sobs as she held you. How you felt, you couldn’t imagine how Mick must be. You quickly asked your mom if you could go see him and agreed, it’d be best if he had someone right now and you ran out of your house down the street to his as fast as your feet would carry.

Age 16:

“Y/n! Y/n! Guess what? I-I got into formula 3!” Mick choked out excitedly immediately after you opened your door. Before you could process everything he pulled you into a hug and spun you around on your front step.

“That’s incredible! I’m so proud of you!” You gasped happily, tears in your eyes and a smile so big your cheeks already hurt. It’s finally happening for him. “I’ll be at every race!” You promised and he squeezed you tighter still not letting go just yet. Ever since the accident Mick had put in so much more dedication to driving. You’d been at every race in home made ‘Mick Schumacher’ T-shirts and holding homemade signs to cheer him on. The conversation of wanting to be like his dad turned into making his dad proud, showing his dad that all his hard work wasn’t wasted. You tried to tell him his dad is always proud of him but decided to just listen, it was definitely a way for Mick to cope.

“Thank you for always being here. You’re the most amazing girl Y/n.” He said loosening his grip but keeping them placed on your waist. You left your hands interlocked behind his neck and met his gaze. “Says you.” You laugh and smirk at him lightheartedly teasing him he laughed as well and looked down before looking back up seriously and brushing some hair out of your face that he was responsible for putting in your face with all the spins.

“Y/n, can I kiss you?” He asks diverting his gaze once more for a split second before his confidence coming back and looking between your eyes and lips. All you could do was nod and stand on your tippy toes, the kiss you’ve been waiting for finally happening.

Age 22:

“I can’t believe you begin your first season in Formula 1 tomorrow!” You say as you raise your champagne flute up to his. Mick still has that small blush hit his cheeks and soft smile when he feels like too much attention is on him. Like at your first meeting back in school. You look at him proudly and around the large table seeing his mom and siblings, his new teammate, Nikita, and others here to celebrate him. Everyone cheers and begins in small conversations around as they enjoy the meal.

“Ya know I wouldn’t be here without you Y/n.” He speaks only to you. A small sarcastic laugh leaves your mouth as you look at him. He’s grown so much and resembles his father not only in appearance but in character.

“No way Mick. Your hard work and determination got you here. All I had to do was yell your name on the safe sidelines.” You responding giving all credit where credits is due. He chuckles and shakes his head but letting your comment slide.

“Thank you. Thank you for cheering me on.” He speaks again after a few moments and places his hand on your knee under the table. His word seem simple but sincere as the memories of the years roll through your mind as you rest your head on his shoulder a happy sigh leaving your lips.

Age 23 (present):

“Happy Father’s Day! You’re already the best dad and the lil guy isn’t even here yet!” You smile happily as Mick wraps his arms around your waist while you continue cooking.You’d thought he’d respond with another cheeky comment but he stayed silent resting his chin on your shoulder watching the bacon sizzle. The silence is enough of a signal to confirm your worries, Father’s Day has always been hard for Mick since he was 14. It’s been Mick’s personal tradition to always spend it with his dad but today there was a race.

“Come sit. I made you something.” You speak again turning the stove off and turning to face him. He nods and interlocks your hands as he walks to the couch with you. You grab your laptop and connect it to the TV. A slide show begins. Photos of Mick and his dad appear timing perfectly with his favorite song. Some video clips and a lot of karting footage and holiday gatherings. Your favorite picture appears and it’s you and Mick showing his father the ultrasound photos when you first found out about your son. His mother has a hand over her mouth and happy tears already falling. His sister looks shocked and after the photo quickly came to hug you. And you know his father was probably the most excited because he is so proud of the man Mick has become. As the slideshow comes to an end and the ‘Happy Fathers Day’ appears on the screen you glance at your boyfriend. His blue eyes are glossy and a shaky sigh leaves his lips before he turns and softly smiles at you.

“Thank you so much. I can’t wait to be a father to our little boy like my dad is to me.” He says and scoots closer to pull you into his chest. As if your son knew what was coming he started kicking, which was common whenever Mick was around. He chuckled softly and placed a hand on your stomach rubbing gently. “I’m right here little guy.” He laughed and sniffled quickly wiping his eyes with his other hand. “Right here.” He spoke just to his son. The way he was with him was the purest form of love you’ve ever seen. He’d always take the time to just give him attention and he was only 5 months growing still. “I’ll be back soon, you keep mom company while I’m racing today okay?” He questioned to him and chuckled.

After breakfast Mick was off to begin his pre race obligations. His best start since joining formula one and you were ready to be watching from the garage. Your black dress made the bump quite noticeable and kept you cool, a cropped denim jacket on top in case it decided to rain again and some comfy sneakers because of the long walk kept your swollen feet feeling best as they could.

The race went perfect for Mick. He was able to hold his position securing points for his team and scoring his first points of his formula one career on no other day but Father’s Day. The crowd was cheering and you couldn’t help but jump up and down clapping as he pulled his Haas car into the pit lane and climbed out as soon as the car was official parked inside.

“Baby you did it!” You cheered as he quickly walked over to you and scooped you up spinning you around like he did that day he got into formula 3 on your front steps. “You did it!” You said again as he placed your down, his head nuzzled into your neck. When he finally lifted his head tears filled his eyes to the brim before finally spilling over.

“For my dad.” Was all he could say before he kissed you. The whole garage cheered loudly and patted him on the back after the two of you had your moment. Mick is doing it like he always said he would, be like his father, Michael Schumacher.

A/n: first time writing for Mick I hope it was okay… I feel a little un sure but I hope it okay.

#mick Schumacher #formula one #f1 #mick Schumacher imagine #mick Schumacher x reader #formula one x reader #formula one blurb #mich Schumacher blurb

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butler-on-beale-street · 2 years

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Unforgettable | E!Austin Butler X Plus! Reader | Part 6

Warnings: mentions of death, grief.

Word Count: 3K

A/N: I feel that an alternate name for this part would be "Pinky Promise With a Thumb Kiss." Just fluff that's part happy and part sad. Title is inspired by this song.

Have you read Part 5?

What do you do when he's just within your grasp and flying away the next...is his promise true?

“Can I ask you a question?” Elvis said after a while, his arms still wrapped around you.

You adjusted to look up at him. “Sure.”

“Don’t feel like you have to, but I-I-” He paused, keeping himself from continuing to stumble over his words. You swallowed nervously, unsure of what he was about to ask. “Well–”

You reached for his hand, squeezing it softly. “It’s okay. You can ask me whatever you like,” you reassured him.

“Well, I was just wondering what happened–” He began, his gaze gliding away from you. He licked his lips out of nervousness, his hands clasped over his chest. “I mean, well–” he started again.

“To my parents?” You offered, turning your head to the side, waiting for him to look at you. When he did, you watched his Adam’s apple rise and fall as he swallowed. He nodded softly.

“Of course, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” He placed his hand on the blanket between you, leaving his palm facing upward. You laced your fingers with his.

“I don’t mind,” You said quietly. You looked up at the stars for a few moments, watching the dark clouds glide through the night sky. You sighed softly before you spoke. “They died in a house fire when I was fifteen.” It had been four years since their passing and it was getting easier to talk about. Elvis nodded slowly, processing the information.

“I’m sorry,” He said, squeezing your hand firmly. “Really.”

“It’s okay. It was hard for a long time,” you said, pulling yourself closer to Elvis so that you could rest your head against his chest. He pulled his arm around you, his fingertips dancing softly on your skin. “But it’s getting easier to talk about.” You were quiet for another moment. “I feel safe with you.”

“You do?” He asked. You turned your head upward, watching a soft smile grace his lips.

“I do,” You told him. “I trust you, Elvis.”

“That means a whole lot, Y/n.” It was his turn to be quiet. You took his silence as your cue to continue.

“They were incredible,” You began. “My parents. You know, they did everything for me growing up. I’m an only child. At least that’s how it turned out. I had a baby brother, but he passed away when he was a baby. He died from influenza. Only six months old. Ever since then, Mom and Dad gave me everything I could have ever needed–at least of what they could afford.”

“I’ve got a brother in heaven, too,” He said, squeezing your arm softly. “He was my twin. Name was Jesse. Died when he was born.”

“Wow, I’m sorry, Elvis.” You got up on your elbow so that you could turn to look at him.

“I still believe I live for him,” Elvis said, reaching his hand out to the sky, pointing to the brightest star in the distance. “You see that star up there?” He said tenderly. “That’s him. I pray to him sometimes when I feel lost.”

“I like that.” You were quiet for a long moment, staring up at the enormous star. “Elvis, can I ask you a question?” You asked.

“Mm, and what’s that?” He asked, reaching to smooth your hair behind your ear.

“Do you ever get lonely?”

“Well, I think that depends,” He answered. “You know my life is surrounded by people.” He said, turning his head to look at you. “You haven’t seen what my day-to-day life is like yet–but I can tell you, behind all the–” he swished his hand in the air, searching for the word. “Chaos and craziness,” he continued, “I don’t have many people that I can talk to like this.” He reached down to take your hand again. “These last few years have been amazing for me, I won’t lie one bit. But at the same time, sometimes I wish I could be able to walk down the street without being trampled by strangers.” You couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

“Aw well, they’re fans. They adore you,” You said. He grinned, flashing a white smile. “They certainly do. Remember when I said that you treat me like I’m normal?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he questioned you. You nodded.

“As long as you continue doing that, I’ll be happy.”

***

“You’re yawning,” You said with a soft chuckle, turning your head up from where you lay on his chest, catching him with his mouth pulled all the way open, his features scrunched.

“I’m not tired,” he said, stretching, the yawn very evident in his voice.

You grinned, sitting up. “You’re a terrible liar.”

“I just don’t wanna go home,” He said, joining you.

“We will figure out how to see each other more often, Elvis.”

“I’m counting on it, Cheeks. You’re stuck with me, Darlin’.�� Your body bloomed with butterflies when he called you that. You turned to him, quietly taking the time to gaze at him, taking in the beauty of his features. “What?” He asked after a while. “Do I have something on my face?”

“No,” You chuckled, shaking your head. “I just can’t help but wonder if I’m the luckiest girl in the world tonight.” And you meant it.

“No, I think that’s me. I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” Elvis said with a wink. He rose from the blanket, turning to extend his hand for you to take. “Lemme get you home before your uncle chases after me with a shotgun.” You took his hand and joined him to clean up the evidence from the midnight picnic. You walked the short distance to the car, swept up in bliss. It was a struggle to remove the silly smile from your face. So much so that after a while, you stopped fighting to hide it. You had learned so much about Elvis tonight and you never wanted the night to end. You selfishly wanted him to yourself every waking minute of the day. You knew that he would soon consume every waking thought. You’d walk around the bookstore wondering where Elvis was, who he was talking to, if he was thinking of you, etc. In truth, you’d never had the opportunity to fall for someone–and you couldn’t help but think that you may for Elvis.

The drive back home was quiet, but in the best way. You didn’t feel the need to fill the silence with words and neither did he. As the street signs became familiar, so did the sadness of you having to say goodnight to Elvis, unsure of where and when you’d see him again. He reached over to take your hand as he drove, his thumb stroking the softness of your skin.

“I can feel you gettin’ sad,” He said, glancing to you from over the steering wheel. You didn’t look over at him for fear of embarrassment. “Don’t be sad, Cheeks. Look at me,” he instructed. You turned to him, a tear threatening to slip from your eyes. You forced it back, feeling immature for being so upset.

“I’m scared that this is just one night–that I won’t see you again. And that’s okay, I just–” You spoke, stopping when Elvis cut you off.

“I will always find you. I will always come back. I promise.” He looked at you with concern in his expression. He meant what he said. “I wouldn’t lie to you.” You believed him, despite anything and everything you knew about fame. Sure, you weren’t famous, but you knew the stories. How a young star burst into the scene, be it Hollywood or musical stardom, and eventually abandoned their humility, including friends and sometimes even family.

“Pinky promise?” You asked with a small grin, sticking up your pinky in the air. You watched as he tied his pinky into yours, squeezing firmly.

“Pinky promise, Cheeks.”

You continued to rest your head against the window as he drove closer and closer to your neighborhood. You realized after some time that he was humming soft hymn tunes as he tapped his thumb against the steering wheel. You looked over at his fingertips, watching them drum as he took the wheel. Something about it was comforting, sitting there just listening to him humming within his own little world. He sensed you were looking at him and turned his head to you, offering you a warm smile. His hand reached for your thigh, squeezing it familiarly before returning his hands to the wheel.

You couldn’t help the disappointment that sank your mood as Elvis’s headlights approached your driveway. “I’ll turn my lights off so I don’t wake up your family.” You watched him switch off the headlights of the Cadillac, driving slowly, parking back in the driveway of the vacant house across the street. The engine cut off, leaving nothing but the roar of crickets and the sway of the wind against the trees outside. Both of you didn’t want to say goodbye and it was evident in the way that you turned to each other, silent in one another’s presence for an extended moment.

“You have work in the morning, Darlin.” You sighed heavily in response.

“Don’t remind me,” You said, looking down at your wrist watch to check the time. Well past two A. M. You didn’t care, even though you knew that you’d definitely feel exhausted at work. His lip curled upward as he laughed, an image that you knew would replay in your head for days to come. When you both had gained the courage to end the night, Elvis rose from his seat, walking around the vehicle to open your door for you. He stood tall above you, his eyes never leaving you.

“Go on, Cheeks.” He said sweetly, closing the car door.

“Goodnight, Elvis.” You said with a gentle smile before stepping away from him.

“Hey, hey,” he said, catching and pulling you back by your arm. “I want you to take this,” He said, handing you a pale blue cotton handkerchief. In the corner, you noticed a gold embroidered ‘E.P.’ You pinched the fabric between your fingers, feeling the texture of the initials. “I’m going to be gone for the next month.” He dropped the bomb on you.

“What?” You blurted, your eyes darting upward to meet his. You watched his expression fall into disappointment.

“I didn’t want to ruin the evening by telling you.” He said the words softly. You could see the regret of having to tell you all over his face; he wore his emotions honestly, unable to disguise them.

“You’re gonna be gone for an entire month?” You repeated, this time the words leaving your mouth instead of his. He nodded slowly before answering.

“Yes. Gonna be filming the next movie–Jailhouse Rock. MGM wants me there by the seventh of May.” He spoke softly, dancing lightly around the upsetting news. “I’ll be in California. Beverly Hills.”

“Oh,” was all you could say in response to him. “Wow. Okay. Well, I hope it goes well.” The words fell from your mouth as if they were automated. You avoided eye contact with him.

“Hey, don’t be like that,” He said, tilting your head upward with the knuckle of his pointer finger. “It’s not forever. I’ll be back bothering you before you know it,” He added. You offered him a thin smile. He bent to kiss you softly on the top of your head.

“I don’t want you to be sad. I don’t want to see you cryin’, either.” He forced you to look at him. “We’ve just gotten started.” You nodded dejectedly. “Smile for me, Cheeks. Please.” He pleaded expectantly. You reset your stance, offering him the best smile you could offer, though you only felt sadness in your heart. Though you knew it wasn’t very long at all, a month felt like forever, especially after such an amazing night with him. “I’ll still call you. I’ll send you letters. Pinky promise,” He said with a warm smile, holding up his pinky in front of him for you to take. You looked at it for a moment before grinning and taking it and squeezing it with your pinky.

“Pinky promise. And I’m holding you to it. You can’t break pinky promises. They’re sacred. Kiss your thumb to seal it, Presley.”

You watched as he grinned, leaning in to kiss his thumb as you did the same to yours. He dropped his hand from the exchange, lifting both hands to your cheeks, pulling your face in with his, his lips smushed with yours in a kiss of security and promise. “I promise, Y/n.” He said, still holding your face in his hands. “We have so much time.” He kissed you softly on the forehead before placing his own against yours for a long moment.

“Go on before the sun rises. I’m terrible at saying goodbye,” Elvis said, dropping his hands.

“Don’t say that. It’s not goodbye. It’s only a ‘see you later’.” You chastised him with a soft smile, feeling rejuvenated from his touch.

“You’re exactly right. I’ll miss you, Cheeks,” He said, taking hold of your hand.

“You’ll be plenty busy, sir. Just don’t let the starlets kiss you too much. Save the last kiss for me, even if you have to send it in an envelope.”

“Bet on it, princess.”

You stepped away from him with your hand still in his, letting the increasing distance pull your last embrace apart because in truth, you were both far too stubborn to do it yourselves. Elvis watched you walk across the street. He sat against the hood of his car with his arms crossed across his chest, his feet crossed below him. You decided to not look back at him until you made it back to the window, pulling it open and carefully stepping inside of it, turning to watch him grinning at you, nodding goodbye. You watched through your curtains as he drove off, your heart sinking with the increasing distance.

You woke up still wearing the outfit from last night. You stripped off the clothing, smelling your armpits, weighing the options of showering despite how late you were already running. You decided to forego the shower, brushing and pinning your hair as best as you could make it look, checking yourself over in the mirror before heading out of your bedroom. Something caught your eye as you stepped over the heap of clothing on the floor. You turned to catch the edge of the handkerchief that Elvis had given you popping out of the pocket of your skirt. You bent to pick it up, folding it nicely, letting your fingers touch the fabric again, recollecting last night.

“Why do you look like that?” Evelyn said, stopping at your door, devouring a half-eaten banana.

“Like what?” You said, tucking the handkerchief into your handbag out of sight.

“Like if I were to pinch your cheeks and pull, they’d snap straight off of your face from how hard you’re smiling.” Her cheeks were full of the fruit, grinning from her wisecrack.

“Can’t a girl just be happy?” You asked, eyeing her with a raised eyebrow. You stepped out of your bedroom, closing the door. She shrugged a response, walking with you to the dining room table. Uncle Harold stood leaning up against the counter, drinking his last cup of coffee.

“Evelyn, can you go warm up the truck? We will be out there in five minutes. Do not mess with the gears. I’d like to speak with Y/n.” Evelyn eyed you suspiciously before panning back over to her father.

“Okay, daddy.” You felt a massive boulder form in your throat, guilt plowing through your body. Evelyn grabbed the car keys from the peg board and left.

“Young lady, sit down.” Uncle Harold demanded sternly. You wasted no time getting yourself into the seat, straightening your back with dignity. “You look awfully tired for going to bed so early.” You thought quickly.

“Yeah, I stayed up pretty late reading.” You forced yourself to look him in the eye. He took a final sip from his coffee before lowering himself into the chair directly opposite the table from you.

“Y/n. It’s not like you to lie to me. I know where you were.” You felt his eyes on you. You looked up at him. His expression was unreadable, leaving you feeling even worse in the moment.

“Y–you do?” You asked rhetorically.

“Do you take me as being dim-witted?”

“No sir, not at all. I–” he put his hand up to stop you from speaking.

“You are nineteen years old. You are no longer a child, which means that I cannot stop you.”

You swallowed down the lump in your throat, nodding. “That doesn’t mean that you can lie to me and sneak out of my house at midnight.”

“Yes sir.” You said quietly, turning your gaze down.

“The Presley kid. I don’t trust him yet.” He clasped his hands together, resting them on the table as he spoke. “But he makes you happy. I haven’t seen you smile like this in a long time.” He pulled a nervous hand to the nape of his neck. “And uh, well. I was young once, too.” You thought you saw blush creeping up his cheeks. Silence drifted between the two of you. “Tread lightly, baby. Men like that will break your heart, even if they don’t mean to. Fame does things to people.”

“He’s not like that, Uncle Harold.” You defended Elvis. Uncle Harold nodded.

“Don’t blame your old man for being protective. No one hurts my baby and gets away with it. Not even Elvis Presley.” He stood up, putting his coffee cup in the sink, before walking around the table, bending to kiss you on the top of your head. “Please think before you act. You are intelligent and beautiful and I trust you. You don’t have to ask me to date him, but I want you to be honest with me instead of sneaking around. You weren’t raised like that. Your mother and father would have wanted me to watch over you.”

“Yes, sir.” You nodded, tilting your head into him as he bent to kiss you.

“I love you, sweetheart. You have my blessing.” You breathed a deep sigh of relief, grateful for the impromptu conversation to have gone as well as it did. You rose from the table, pushing in your chair and followed your uncle to the truck, remaining quiet for the entirety of the drive to the bookstore.

End of Part 6.

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nikkicola · 2 years

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taking a break is okay | tartaglia

precis. ajax is worried and decides to take you out for a day.

word count. 2.8k

pairing. architecture student!reader x engineering student!tartaglia

content. reader is gender neutral! roommates to crushes, being vulnerable with ajax <3

genre. modern au, university au, fluff, comfort

note. showing some love to my first main <3 happy one year since tartaglia came home!!

It was a silent night at your flat. The only sounds that invaded your ears were that of a craft knife gliding through some card as well as the shuffling of some paper. You were determined to finish this project - alongside other assignments - before your first semester ended in two weeks. Balancing four projects at once was exhausting, however, you knew this was what you were getting yourself into once you had registered and been accepted into the architecture course that your university offered. The course itself was brutal, but you knew in the end that it would be worth it. It opened the path to a high-paying job, after all. So, I guess you really had no choice but to power through some nights where you couldn’t afford to sleep. It won’t really hurt if you weren’t doing it every night, right?

Your eyes began to grow heavy. Afraid that sleep was going to take over your consciousness, you forced yourself up from your desk and treaded to the kitchen to make yourself yet another cup of coffee. You had lost count on how many you had consumed that day but you really couldn’t care less. You filled the empty kettle with some water and waited for it to boil. You were slumped over the kitchen counter, fighting the urge to fall asleep right there. You were so tired that you never noticed a confused figure standing by the kitchen doorway, calling out to you.

“Hey, you okay?” He spoke, no reply. “Hey.” He tried again, walking closer to where you were leaning over.

“Had too much to drink?” Chuckling at his own joke. You lifted your head, blinking away your fatigue. His face dropped once he saw your state, deep bags sat under your eyes, your hair was a tangled mess, and worst of all your face was drained of its colour. “Woah, what happened to you?”

Click. The kettle had finished boiling. You reached up to a cupboard to retrieve a cup and began making your coffee. “Finishing a project tonight,” you croaked out.

“It’s barely night anymore, it’s like three in the morning!” He exclaimed. You flinched at the volume of his voice and shushed him, to which he muttered a small apology.

“I want to finish this one project so I can focus on the other three I’ve got to do.” You stirred your cup, spacing out and watching how the liquid danced with the movement of your teaspoon. A hand reaches out to still your motion. You finally look at him. His copper hair was arranged messily, strands sticking out in all directions. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. It was a normal occurrence seeing him like this throughout the flat and every time it would erupt warmth throughout your cheeks, but tonight you were just too exhausted to react. Your gazes locked, and his eyes look at you with concern and worry.

“Why are you awake?” You wondered.

“Heard a ruckus in the kitchen and wanted to know what was going on,” he shrugged, slowly inching the cup of coffee from your reach. “You shouldn’t be drinking coffee right now.” He dumped it down the sink. What a waste, you were looking forward to drinking that.

“Ajax, might I remind you that you can’t tell me what to do,” your voice laced with annoyance as you watched your coffee travel down the drain.

“I’m only looking out for you. What kind of roommate would I be if I just let you rot away because of your work?” You only rolled your eyes at his remark. You decided to continue your work without the coffee, it wasn’t worth making another if he was just going to pour it out. “You need to go to sleep.”

You waved your hand dismissively, walking back to your room with the intention of finally completing your project. Heavy footsteps followed your figure to your destination. He really wasn’t giving up, was he?

He followed you to your room and sat on your bed as you stationed yourself at your desk once more. His presence rarely irritated you, but right now, you just couldn’t spare an ounce of energy scolding him to get out of your room. Moments passed by, and while you were focused on your work, he decided to clean up the mess that was in your room. Clearing your floor from material scraps, organising your supplies on your shelf, and even taking out the countless amounts of used cups scattered around the area.

He knew that you constantly worked like this. You worked hard. You had a goal to achieve and you would do everything in your power to do so. He understood that feeling well, with himself being obsessed with perfecting everything that he does, no matter what it is. He was a great student - studying engineering at the same university as you went to - never gaining a grade below an A-minus. He knew well what you were going through, but he just couldn’t help but feel anxious. He felt anxious about the way you approached things. He felt anxious about how you were constantly drowned in tasks and assignments. He felt anxious that you weren’t taking care of yourself well enough.

He wouldn’t exactly admit his concerns over you in the fear that you would think he was pitying you, but he just couldn’t help it. He didn’t want you to burn out as he did. Albeit, it was a short-term one, it still felt terrible. The constant feeling that you never had enough energy for anything; no energy to continue your work, no energy to socialise, and no energy to take care of yourself. Burn-out is a heavy burden to carry, it’s like an unbearably dense weight constantly sitting on your shoulders, draining you of all your liveliness and spirit. To put it simply, it was just utter shit.

Ajax looked over at your figure, you were hunched over your desk, cutting out intricate shapes with concentration written all over your face. He sighed, slightly smiling at your determination. He walked over to your desk, carefully placing a hand on your shoulder while the other covered your own. “You need to go to sleep, please.”

You thought for a moment before deciding it was useless to argue with him. You could always continue once you woke up, it wouldn’t hurt resting for a few hours. Your shoulders slumped as you agreed with his request. Turning your lamp off, you pushed your chair back and walked to your bed, collapsing on top and immediately drifting off to sleep.

Ajax let out a breath of relief, satisfied that you had finally listened to him. His eyes scanned the room, searching for a blanket to cover you with. He couldn’t find one and eventually grabbed one from his room. You were tired enough, he didn’t want you waking up freezing in the morning. It is the middle of winter after all. He gently tucked you in, cleaning up the last few scraps around your room before turning the lights off and closing the door. He was glad you listened to him, it put his mind at ease. He walked back to his room and grabbed his phone to look at the time; 4:37 AM. He groaned as he rolled himself to bed, falling asleep.

You woke up shivering with a singular blanket on top of you. Your back felt terrible and your head was aching. You inspected your unusually clean room, wondering if you tidied your space before falling asleep. You really couldn’t recall. You reached out onto your side table, grabbing your phone to check the time. 10:34 AM, it read. You let out a yawn, stretching your limbs before deciding to get up and start your day to once again continue your project. You attempted to make your way to the kitchen to find something to eat when you bumped into someone’s broad chest.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” the voice announced. Ajax.

“Morning,” you muttered, rubbing your eyes in an attempt to get rid of your fatigue. “Let’s go out for brunch!” Ajax suggested, a hint of excitement lacing his words.

You winced at his liveliness this early in the morning. Shaking your head, you denied his invitation, saying that you didn’t have time to spare nor the money to spend.

“Nonsense. Your hand-ins aren’t due for another two or three weeks and one brunch isn’t going to hurt your flow.” He really was a pain. No matter how much you denied his offers, you would always end up going. That was just how your dynamic worked. You were either just too easy to convince or he was just so hard-headed that no amount of denial would reach his ears.

“Fine.” He clapped his hands, a large grin plastered on his face. “Great! Be ready by eleven-thirty?”

You nodded, heading to the bathroom to freshen up and prepare yourself. I guess going out would be fun.

11:23 AM, your phone displayed. You grabbed your handbag and essentials before heading out to the living room where you found Ajax comfortably sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. You announced your presence, making it clear that you were ready to go. The sooner you went out, the sooner you’d get back.

You both sat in the car, exchanging no words with each other, thankfully, the radio drowned out the silence. You didn’t really know where he was taking you, but you didn’t mind it, you weren’t really in the mood trying to figure out what cafe or restaurant to eat at. You brought your attention to what was passing by outside. Everything was covered in snow, you wondered how Ajax had the confidence to drive in this state, you would’ve been too afraid, even if the roads were clear of any ice. You had to admit the scenery did look beautiful passing by. You were so busy cooped up in your room that you never really stopped to see what was going on outside. It really made you think about what more you could have been missing out on because of how busy you were. It made you feel somewhat melancholic. Sometimes you wished you weren’t so preoccupied with your work, you wished you weren’t so obsessed with gaining perfect grades, you wished you weren’t afraid of failure. But that was just how your brain was wired and that constant reminder to do better will always encourage you to do more than what you know you can.

Your train of thought was interrupted when the car had come to a halt. You were parked next to a garden. You marvelled at the sight. “We’re here.”

You opened your door and stepped out, adjusting your coat and scarf to keep yourself warm. The cold air stung your nose and ears, not exactly used to this weather being from a different country. Shivers ran throughout your body in an attempt to keep yourself warm. It was freezing. You looked over at Ajax, he wore a long, heavy coat with a red scarf tightly wrapped around his neck. He looked kinda cute. You haven’t gone out with him since the start of the year when he desperately offered to show you around the city. You had to admit, that day was quite fun.

“You ready to go? The café isn’t that far from here, just around the corner,” his eyes crinkled as he smiled beneath his scarf. You both walked side by side through the snow-covered sidewalk, your eyes taking in the sights of the streets.

He was right, the café was just around the corner. Once you stepped foot inside, warmth immediately hugged your body, all instances of cold had disappeared. The interior of the café was quite charming, a pastel colour palette was used to decorate and you adored it. Maybe coming back here from time to time would be nice. “Have you been here before?” Ajax asked as you both sat at a table.

You shook your head. “I always take my siblings here when I have the time to, they always love it and I thought you might like it as well.”

For some reason, your cheeks burned and you had no idea why. He was only telling you about how he brings his siblings here, so why were you getting so flustered? “You have siblings? You’ve never told me that.”

“You never asked,” he shrugged, his eyes glazing at the menu that he held.

“Then tell me about them,” you suggested, hiding your face behind a menu.

“Well, I’ve got two older brothers, an older sister, a younger sister and two younger brothers,” you stared at him wide-eyed, you never thought he’d have such a big family. “You can meet them one day if you’d like. My youngest brother - Teucer - always asks me when he’s going to finally meet ‘the pretty friend you always talk about'.”

“You talk about me?” Your heart thumped. Your focus on Ajax’s face, trying to figure out if he was joking or not.

“Of course I do, you’re my roommate. It’s only natural that my family becomes curious of what I do outside their home.” You could only nod, returning your attention back to the suddenly very interesting menu. Ajax stands up, asking what you wanted to have before going up to the counter to order. You were left alone with your thoughts for a bit, at this point your heart was racing. What has he talked to his family about? You can only hope that it was full of good things only. Wait a minute… pretty?

Before more thoughts could possibly flood your mind, Ajax came back and settled on his chair before looking at you and asking if you were okay. You waved him off, saying that you were fine and that it was just getting quite stuffy within the café. “I’m serious when I ask if you’re okay.” His face looked sharp right at you, his ocean-blue eyes seeing through your soul.

“What do you mean?” You were starting to feel nervous. “I’m asking if you’re okay. You’ve been so involved with your work that I barely see you leaving your room unless you're going to classes and such. I’m starting to become worried that you’re not taking care of yourself.”

Oh. You hadn’t noticed that you’ve been that preoccupied.

“I don’t want you to burn out.” Burn out? You hadn’t thought of that outcome, it genuinely never crossed your mind. “I understand that you really want to do well in this course and I understand that the content in it is so time-consuming. But you have to understand that you should take care of yourself.” He was staring at you intensely and you suddenly became self-conscious of how you looked. Why? You never cared when he looked at you, so why was it so different now?

The waitress came by and gave your orders to which you both thanked her. The food looked delicious but you couldn’t bring yourself to eat it for some reason. Was it because of what he said? You poked the dish in front of you with your utensil, replaying the sentences that had just come out of his mouth.

“Love, taking a break is okay.”

A hand once again was placed on top of yours, you looked up to see that his eyes displayed gentleness. The pet name made your heart race even more than it currently was. “Taking a break is okay,” he repeated.

And for the first time in the six or so months you’ve known Ajax, you cried in front of him. Tears slipped down your cheeks like a small stream, landing on the table as you looked down shocked. You knew taking a break was okay. You knew it was more than okay, but for some reason, hearing it from someone else just made you shatter. Ajax was quick to console you. Profusely apologising thinking he had done or said something wrong. You only shook your head, saying that he didn’t do anything wrong and suggested you both should eat before the food gets cold.

Your brunch at the café passed by without any more conversation, though it wasn’t awkward at all. Admittedly, you were quite embarrassed having cried in front of him as well as right in the middle of a bustling café, but so be it. You both walked back to his car, and sat, ready to go home. “Thank you,” you whispered.

He glanced over at you, eyebrows furrowed and his head tilted, “For what?”

“Taking me out to eat,” you smiled. His heart soared. Neither of you said anything else. Your drive back home was as quiet as it was on the way to the café. You didn’t mind, after all, the radio was on to drown out the silence.

“By the way, why does your little brother call me ‘pretty’ when asking about me?”

Ajax only let out a nervous laugh.

“No reason. No reason at all.”

note. thank you for reading again!!! this fic was so so so so so self indulgent. currently in architecture school experiencing rly bad burn out!!

also i’m based in nz so seasons and how school works is based on that :)

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allthingsfangirl101 · 2 years

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Protective Duffer Brothers–Joe Keery

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After high school, I had no idea what I was going to do with my life. Until I figured it out, I moved to California with one of my uncles.

Uncle Matt and Uncle Ross have been working on a Netflix show. When I moved in with Uncle Ross, I was worried my uncles would pressure me to find a job or to go to college like my parents did. Instead, they encouraged me to try a bunch of things until I found what I liked. So, for the two years, that's exactly what I've been doing.

This week it was painting.

And for the first time since I moved to California, I started to feel like I finally found something I was good at. I was so good at it, Ross has been talking to a few other directors about offering me a job. Today, I was supposed to meet my uncles for lunch.

"There's our girl!"

I gasped when someone ran over and picked me up.

"Come on, Ross," Matt sighed as he walked over to us as Uncle Ross spun me around. "She's an adult. Would you put her down?"

"What?" Ross laughed as he finally stopped spinning me. He quickly caught me when I stumbled. "She loves it."

"Actually," I said, still dizzy, "I think I'd prefer only feeling this dizzy when I've had too many cocktails."

"That's not something you tell you're uncles!" Matt laughed as he walked away.

"I get it," Ross shrugged.

"Don't encourage her," Matt sighed.

"She's an adult," Ross shrugged. "She can have as many cocktails as she wants."

"Thank you, Uncle R," I said, jokingly kissing him on the cheek. "So, are you old timers ready for lunch? I'm starving."

"Yeah," Matt laughed. "Come on, kiddo."

After lunch as we headed back to set, I jumped on Ross's back. We mainly did this because it drove Matt nuts when we acted like this. He never understood why being around me made his brother act like a child.

The thing is, I loved it. Growing up, both of my parents worked a lot. My uncles ended up watching me more than my parents did. I was a teenager when they had to move to California.

It broke my heart when they moved. The second the door closed after they left, I decided to get a degree in anything as long as it was from a California college close to my uncles.

"I know you guys just do this to annoy me," Matt said, clearing his throat, "and it's not going to work."

"It's clearly working," I laughed. I shrieked when Ross started spinning.

"Come on," Matt sighed. "We work here, Ross."

"So?!" Ross yelled as he continued to spin us but the other way.

"What are the actors gonna say when they see their producer spinning his niece around like she was five and he was fifteen?"

Ross finally stopped spinning, both of us laughing as Ross stumbled.

"Why do you care?" I scoffed. "They're just actors. They get paid to dress up and play pretend."

"She's got a point."

Ross stopped spinning and we all turned around. I jumped off my uncle's back and fixed my shirt as I stared at the guy that all the girls my age and younger are obsessed with.

Joe Keery.

"Sorry, Joe," Matt sighed. He sent us a look before turning back to his employee. "This is my niece, Y/N."

"Nice to meet you," Joe greeted me.

"Nice to meet you too," I greeted, a fresh blush on my face.

"You know," Ross elongated, "Y/N's new in town and could use someone to show her around."

"Ross," Matt said under his breath.

"What?" Ross laughed. "She is new in town and could always use a friend. You know, someone who isn't a family member that's twice her age."

"We are not twice her age."

"We definitely are," Ross smirked. "And weren't you the one who was so worried about Y/N not having any friends her age in town?"

"Thank you for saying that out loud," I said through my teeth.

"I'd be happy to show you around," Joe said. "If you're up for it."

"I'm in."

* * * * *

Joe showed me around town the next day. We went to all the cliché tourist spots but that only took us a few hours. We spent the rest of the day with Joe showing me some of his favorite spots.

After a long day of traveling around town, talking and laughing, Joe took me home. Before I could walk inside my apartment, Joe asked for my number.

We spent the next week texting and calling each other. We got on a routine where he'd call me on their lunch break and on his way home. Whenever he had a day or night off, we'd end up spending it together.

Tonight was no different. Except, as soon as I got off the phone with Joe, my dad called me. I didn't get a word in. He spent the entire call berating me for still not having my life together.

I hung up, fighting to hold back the tears. This is how I always felt after a phone call with my dad. I wiped the tear that escaped when the doorbell rang. I took a shaky breath as I went to answer the door.

"I hope you like Greek!" Joe laughed as soon as I opened it.

"I've actually never had it," I tried to say lightheartedly. It didn't work.

"What's wrong?" Joe asked, his smile falling.

"Nothing," I rolled my eyes. I started walking inside but Joe was at my heels.

"Y/N," he sighed as he caught up to me, "what's going on?"

"It's nothing," I tried again. Joe grabbed my hand, stopping me. He slowly turned me toward him.

"Something's wrong," he said gently.

"I already told you. . ."

"Talk to me, Y/N."

I wanted to hesitate. I wanted to brush it off and tell him I was fine. But the way he looked at me told me that he knew I'd be lying. And there was a small part of me that wanted to tell him everything.

"It's the reason I'm living with Ross," I said under my breath.

Joe smiled as he intertwined our fingers. He led us over to my couch and we sat down with our hands still intertwined. I looked down at our hands, the truth getting caught in my throat.

"All my life," I continued, "my parents have pressured me to choose a path for my life. But with everything I tried, nothing stuck. Not that I wasn't good at those things, it's just that none of them were for me. My senior year of high school, everything got worse. My father got worse. He kept handing me college brochures and personality tests. But nothing felt. . . right."

"And let me guess," Joe sighed, "you had just gotten off the phone with your dad before I got here."

"Yep," I said, my voice breaking. Joe sighed and tightened his hold on my hand.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. He hesitated before asking, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No," I smiled. "But thank you, Joe."

We spent the rest of the night eating dinner and binge-watching the show we started the week we met. A few hours later, I was struggling to keep myself awake. I leaned my head on Joe's shoulder, officially giving up trying to stay awake.

I woke up a little while later to Joe whispering my name. I looked up at him, embarrassed that I had fallen asleep on him.

"Sorry," I mumbled sleepily.

"It's okay," he chuckled. "I should probably head home though."

I looked over at the clock, my heart sinking. "You're right," I said, clearing my throat. "You shouldn't be driving home super late."

I wrapped my arms around myself as Joe put on his shoes. I escorted him out of my apartment, wishing I had the courage to tell him that I was dying for him to stay.

"Well," he said, clearing his throat. "Thanks again for tonight."

"It was fun," I said awkwardly. "Thanks for listening, Joe."

Suddenly there was an awkward silence between the two of us. We stood in my doorway, neither one of us saying anything. We both felt the awkward tension but neither one of us knew what to do or say.

Joe nodded before starting to leave. He stopped and turned back around.

"Alright," he sighed as he started to ramble. "I have to get something off my chest."

"Okay," I said a little shakily. "Go ahead."

"The truth is. . . Ever since. . . I've been thinking. . . The thing is. . ."

"Joe?" I interrupted his nervous rambling.

I opened my mouth to say something else but Joe grabbed my hand and pulled me into his chest. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I didn't hesitate to kiss him back.

As our lips moved in sync, you could tell neither one of us was holding back anymore. We stumbled back into my apartment, laughing into the kiss. We were able to make it to the couch before having to break apart.

"That's what I wanted to say," Joe said breathlessly.

"Well," I said, still breathing heavily, "I guess I could say the same thing."

Joe left for work the next morning with a smug smile on his face. I felt the same until I got a weird text from my uncles.

Uncle Matty 🤓 Hey, can you come by for lunch? We need to talk about something.

Uncle Rossy 😎 Geez, Matt. When you phrase it like that. . . Don't worry, kiddo. It's nothing bad.

That didn't make me feel any better.

* * * * *

I walked onto set, saying hi to the few people I knew. The closer I got to their offices, the more nervous I got. That knot in my stomach got worse when I walked into their office and saw Joe sitting in Matt's office.

"Come on in, kiddo," Ross smiled. He walked in and kissed my forehead.

"What's going on?" I whispered.

"For the record," he whispered back, "this wasn't my idea."

"Wonderful," I mumbled. I cleared my throat and sat next to Joe. I glanced over at him to see him already smiling at me.

"It's going to be okay," he said under his breath so only I could hear.

"You're pretty sure," I whispered. "I wish I was."

He started to reach for my hand but stopped himself. Instead, he folded his hands and looked back at my uncles.

"I'm sure you both are aware of why we wanted to talk to you."

"Matt," Ross sighed, "will you cut the super-protective uncle act? Look, we know about you two."

I glanced over at Joe, wondering how my uncles could have found out. "The thing is," I stuttered.

"It was pretty obvious," Ross laughed. "Joe came to work this morning with the same clothes on he had last night. And we know that he always goes to your place after work. It wasn't that hard to figure it out."

"This is very serious," Matt added.

"Why?" Ross scoffed. "They're both consulting adults, Matt. The real reason we called you two in here was really to talk to Joe."

"That's not necessary," I stuttered.

"It most certainly is," Matt said instantly.

"Let me rephrase," I cleared my throat, "please don't."

I sent Uncle Ross a pleading look. My puppy dog eyes worked because he walked over and mumbled something to Matt. Matt whispered something back but Ross shook his head and instantly responded.

When their secret conversation was over, Ross turned to me. He leaned down and kissed my forehead.

"You're gonna be late for your shift at the coffee shop," he whispered. "You still coming to dinner Sunday?"

"Of course," I said, my voice soft. I stood up and hesitated. I was about to walk away but Uncle Ross grabbed my hand.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

I wrapped my arms around myself and left. I couldn't decide if I wanted to be angry at my uncles or embarrassed that this happened in front of Joe.

"Y/N!"

I froze when I heard Joe chasing after me. I slowly turned around but looked anywhere other than at him.

"Look," I started to ramble nervously, "I'm really sorry about this. I can't believe. . . I'm so embarrassed. I know they're my uncles and I do love them, but we haven't even talked about us and what we are. . . Or if we're going to be anything. I'm not trying to force you into anything but I really care about you, Joe. I think you're an incredibly amazing guy. I mean, you're sweet and funny and down-to-earth. . . But then my uncles had to pull you in for the Talk. I can't tell you how unbelievably embarrassed I am, Joe. I'm so sorry and I understand if because of all of this you don't want to. . ."

I gasped when Joe grabbed my arms and pulled me into his chest. He leaned down and instantly kissed me. I wanted to break apart knowing that we were at his work and he was risking kissing me in front of his coworkers and his bosses, a.k.a. my uncles.

"Joe," I broke the kiss.

"Would you like to go to dinner tonight?"

* * * * *

I walked around the set, smiling at all the happy faces. Tonight Netflix was having a party for the Stranger Things cast to celebrate the first month of filming. It was also around the one-month anniversary of my and Joe's first date.

"I know this isn't the most romantic date," Joe sighed, "especially not for our anniversary dinner. And your uncles are across the room, staring daggers at me whenever I put my hand on your back or try to give you a kiss. It's kinda. . ."

I reached up and gently covered his mouth with my hand. I felt him smile under my hand.

"They need to get over it," I chuckled as Joe reached up and grabbed my hand that was covering his mouth, intertwining our fingers.

"Besides, it's not like we're teenagers and you're sneaking into my room," I said taking a step towards him.

"You mean," he smirked, closing the gap a little more, "it's not like I'm turning back into Season 1 Steve."

"Does that make me Nancy?" I whispered, leaning my nose against his.

Joe laughed as he whispered, "I hope not. Because Steve and Nancy don't have the best history."

I stood on my toes and pressed my lips to his. He smiled as our lips started moving in sync. We slowly broke the kiss, matching blushes on our faces.

"Let's go mingle," I said stepping out of his embrace. I smirked before adding, "Before my uncles get the spray bottle."

We spent the rest of the night socializing with his friends. The first time we hung out with them after becoming official, they were awkward around me. It only took two rounds of drinks before they started to lighten up.

About two hours later, I looked around the room confused. Joe went to the bathroom and hasn't come back. I grabbed Charlie as he passed.

"Hey, have you seen Joe?"

"Your uncles caught him coming out of the bathroom," Charlie laughed.

"Where?" I asked, choking on the smell of alcohol on his breath.

"I think they took him out onto the patio."

"Thanks," I sighed. I hesitated before adding, "Maybe switch to water."

I walked toward the cute patio attached to the ballroom. My stomach flipped when I saw my two uncles standing in front of Joe. I was about to walk out there but stopped when I heard my Uncle Ross use a tone I've never heard him use before.

"Joe, you're a great guy but you need to understand where we're coming from," he was saying. "Y/N is more than our niece. She's like a daughter to us. Her father wasn't around much when Y/N was growing up, so we stepped in."

"We didn't have a choice," Matt said through clenched teeth. "Y/N's father got her mother pregnant, swore to be by her side, but spent most of her childhood traveling for work. You could barely give him the title "father". We were more fathers to her than he ever was."

"The point is," Ross interrupted, "we know the relationship between you and Y/N is new but there is something we have to say to you. As uncles who care about her more than anything. Matt and I have always taken care of Y/N. It's not going to be easy letting someone else take care of her. Now that she has someone close and is getting closer, we want to make sure he wants the same thing for her as we do."

"And what we want is for Y/N to be happy," Matt finished for him. "And that new guy in her life to take care of her.

"I want Y/N to be happy," Joe said instantly. "And I want to be the reason that she smiles. Every time I see her, she puts a smile on my face. I hope to do that for her if I don't already."

"That's a relief to hear," Ross smiled. Ross smiled but Matt was still studying Joe.

"There's one more thing we need to say," Matt sighed. I held my breath as he paused. "If you hurt our niece, we'll need to come up with a sad ending for Steve."

My heart jumped into my throat at Matt's threat. Matt's always been a little more intense than Ross, but right now he sounded just plain terrifying.

"I understand," Joe said, not an ounce of fear in his voice. "I promise I would never hurt Y/N."

I quickly walked back to the party when I heard them start walking back inside. I gasped when I ran into someone. I turned around to see Mya smiling at me.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," I stuttered. I cleared my throat, trying to forget the conversation I just heard. "Sorry, I was looking for Joe."

"Well, there he is," she smirked as she nodded behind me. I turned around, my heart doing this weird flip when I made eye contact with Joe.

"Sorry," he apologized as he walked over and kissed my cheek. "Your uncles wanted to have the talk," he whispered in my ear before pulling out of our embrace.

His smile softened when he saw the look on my face. "It's okay," he reassured. "It wasn't anything bad. They just wanted to make sure my intentions were clear."

"I'm sorry," I sighed. "I hate that they get like this. You should have seen them when I went to prom. They came to my mom's house and, when my date came, opened the door in their bathrobes while holding my grandpa's shotguns."

"I understand it though," he shrugged. I smiled when he reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "They just want you to be happy. That's what I want."

I stood on my toes and pressed my lips to his. He instantly wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me back. I broke the kiss before we could get a little too carried away.

"You make me happy, Joe."

"Good," he chuckled. "Because that's all I want."

As we stared into each other's eyes, we were unaware of my uncles spying on us from the patio.

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Rebuilding Love

A/N: it’s finally here besties! Part one of the Rebuilding Love series! I hope you like it💖

“Mrs. Evans?” You came back down to earth. You looked at the therapist sitting across from you “I’m sorry?” She smiled “I asked what you were hoping to accomplish with your husband during these sessions?” You readjusted in your seat “oh um-“ you quickly glanced down at your wedding rings and fiddled with them nervously before looking back up “rebuilding trust I suppose..”

She nodded “that’s certainly something we can do” she clicked her pen and readied her note pad “why don’t we start at the beginning then?” You looked over to Chris and he gently took your hand. He squeezed it with reassurance. He looked at the therapist “Well, we met twenty four years ago..” the therapist smiled “so teen sweet hearts then?” You nodded “we were seventeen years old, we fell in love, we eloped and had our oldest son Ryan and moved out to Los Angeles all within a year”

Diana, your therapist nodded “that’s a lot of change for any couple to go through in a year, especially at seventeen. Do you remember how you felt at that time?” You looked down and shrugged “scared if I’m being honest. Being married and a mom at seventeen wasn’t something I initially planned for my life..but it all just..happened”

“Do you regret any of it?” You were silent for a while “I-“ your voice was soft and quiet “I don’t know-“ you looked up at Diana, the weight of your words really hitting you “I love my children, all of them. They’re my whole world and I love being their mom” Diana could see you panicking “y/n it’s okay. You’re allowed to feel those feelings. It doesn’t make you a bad person or a bad wife or a bad mother. It makes you human”

Tears welled in your eyes as you nodded “I don’t regret my kids. I could never-“ you looked up at the ceiling and wiped your eyes “they are the five most wild and beautiful souls I’ve ever known. Watching them grow up and make so many accomplishments and become the humans they are today..it’s the best gift in the world and I love them so much that my heart hurts”.

Chris gently rubbed your back. Allowing you a moment to breathe, Diana looked to Chris “how about you Chris? How did that year of your life make you feel?” He took a deep breath “I felt a little scared but happy” Diana nodded “and you don’t have any regrets?” Chris shook his head “no, I don’t regret any of it”

Diana scribbled in her notebook “I’d like to try something. I’m going to pose a hypothetical question and I want you to answer without thinking” Chris nodded “okay” She continued “your son Ryan, he would be twenty four now right?” Chris nodded as she continued “when Ryan was seventeen; if he had come to you expressing that he was in love and getting married and he decided that they were also moving to Los Angeles, what would you have told him?”

Chris answered without hesitation “that he shouldn’t be getting married so young because he has so much more of his life to experience and accomplish and he has plenty of time to fall in love and get married when he’s much older and can actually dedicate his time to being a good partner”

She nodded “why?” He went on “because I know how hard it was to be seventeen, married and a father on top of that. I know how stressful that amount of responsibility at that age can be and I wished I would have waited just a little bit-“ he stopped, realizing what he just said. He looked at you and you looked shocked. He swallowed and looked back at Diana. She nodded “so, safe to say that you do have some regret. As I said to y/n, you are allowed to feel those feelings.”

She placed her pen in her notebook and closed it over “We’ll certainly dive deeper into those feelings. I can wager that somewhere on a subconscious level, those feelings have caused you to attempt self sabotage of your relationship. As we delve deeper into your feelings and y/ns we can hopefully repair the fractures and rebuild the trust in your marriage”

Chris shook his head and sounded angry “that makes absolutely no sense. Why would I try to sabotage my marriage with the woman I love?!” Diana shrugged her shoulders “it could be a number of reasons, maybe you feel she deserves better or more, it could be because you’re in a midlife crisis and feel as though you’re missing out on things you never had a chance to experience because of the responsibility you put on yourself at a young age”. He crossed his arms and leaned back on the couch, shaking his head.

You turned to him “she’s making valid points, I don’t understand why you’re being so dismissive right now”. He snapped “because I know she’s wrong! I’m not in a midlife crisis and I would never try to sabotage our marriage! I also don’t understand why we need to do this anyway, when we’ve fought before we’ve always been able to work things out on our own!”

You snapped back “because this time you decided to do a pap walk with a girl who’s the same age as our son and pretend to have a fake relationship with her! Which is the second time in our marriage that you’ve decided to do this. Which, I may remind you, has only happened because we were in arguments both times and you decided to act like a child! Both times you’ve humiliated me and hurt our children! You’re going to be forty two years old Chris! You need to grow up”

Chris threw his head back and groaned “I apologized both times! I’ve been doing everything you’ve asked to gain your trust back! For gods sake we’ve been sleeping in separate rooms since October! What more do you want from me?!”

You yelled “I want you to actually try to fix this Chris!” There was a beat “I want to know for sure that this will never happen again because if it’s going to, then I don’t want to be around for it” he looked at you “what do you mean?” You sighed “we either do this and fix our marriage Chris or we get a divorce”.

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