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unoislazy · 6 months

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Your Touch

(Part 2)

Mizu x Fem! Reader

A/N: AHT AHT, RAY? RAY NO

NO READING FOR YOU RAY

Disclaimer; Due to me having never written full NSFW publicly, I will have to get warmed up to it. I’ll use this series as an excuse to get more and more used to it.

So don’t expect any of this to go all the way for a few parts, sorry my friends.

What’s included: Inexperienced Reader (Taking it easy, not going too far), Consent Checks, Praise

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Time had passed since your little interaction with Mizu. Every time you wanted to bring it up, you shut it down, not wanting to make things awkward between you two. You both wanted each other, it was clear, no one could deny that, and yet you chalked the tension up to just the heat of the moment.

That’s what you walked around believing, you had got it into your head that there was no feasible way that woman could’ve just been purely attracted to you, she was simply just affected by the tension in the air, as were you. You didn’t want anything to come of it, why would you? It’s not like you thought about Mizu that often, if at all. You never thought about what it feels like to be near her, or remembering the feeling of her hands and what they would feel like around you, and you certainly never thought about the feeling of her breath along your neck when you…

Maybe you did think about her.

So what? That doesn’t mean anything, sometimes your mind wanders, that doesn’t mean you have any feelings for her.

You sat stuck in thought, your eyes never leaving the patch of snow you watched as if it was going to run away had you looked away. You were quite cold but you hadn’t thought twice about it, your face felt so warm and you couldn’t tell if it was from the weather or your… not so helpful thoughts. You just barely caught the sound of snow crunching rhythmically behind you causing you to quickly spin around, meeting two familiar blue eyes looking back at you.

“Mizu? What are you doing out here?” You asked, quite surprised to see her coming towards you.

“I could ask you the same thing.” She began, crossing her arms as she stared down at you with a questioning gaze. She had a reason to come looking for you, but you weren’t able to tell what it was from her expression.

“I just needed to clear my head… just thinking about some things.” You answered, turning back towards the patch of snow, and just like you thought it had not moved an inch. You heard Mizu move more towards your side. She was quiet for a moment so you could tell she wanted to ask you something but she was debating on whether or not to say it.

“What’s up?” You asked, turning a bit towards her. You could tell she wasn’t really expecting you to ask from how quickly she turned. She played off her surprise by turning back away from you.

“I have something to ask.” She finally said, so you turned to face her better and give her your full attention. She did not look back at you, she simply stared ahead much like you had been doing before. “Would you… do my makeup?” She asked.

You stared at her for a moment, not necessarily confused but you were surprised. You hadn’t thought Mizu to be the type to like feminine things, but you supposed that was only because you only ever saw her wearing masculine clothing. You nodded with a smile, luckily you had some makeup material that you took with you everywhere, just in case. You stood up, sticking out your hand for her to take so you could lead her back inside. You both knew it wasn’t necessary, but did either of you object to it? Of course not.

She took your hand gently and followed behind you as you led her back into the cabin that you all had been staying at for a while. It was small, but there was enough room for the three of you, having lovingly ‘dropped’ Taigen off on the way.

Mizu knocked him out and left him in a tea house.

But at least he has somewhere to go.

You carefully picked up a small box, opening it up and taking out some of the materials you would need. Mizu sat patiently on her knees, her hands resting on her lap and her fists were clenched as if she was worried about something. You had noticed this and smiled at her, thinking she was nervous about the makeup.

“You don’t have to worry, I won't say a word about this to anyone.” You said lightheartedly, turning back around to fiddle with a brush that you needed to use. She didn’t say anything in response so you figured you would just drop the topic all together.

Having finally gotten all the material you needed, you moved it closer to Mizu and set it down on the floor beside her, sitting directly across from her. A smile stayed plastered on your face, you were quite excited having not done makeup in quite some time, but you had to admit, you were quite nervous having to be so close to Mizu again after what had happened last time.

However, you managed to push the nervousness down like a professional and told yourself to focus on the goal, doing makeup, that was it.

You took a shallow breath before reaching down and grabbing a very long brush and dipping it in very pale white makeup. You looked back towards Mizu whose eyes were watching your hands very closely, she seemed very intrigued by your every movement. Gently, your hand reached up with the brush and slowly swiped across her face. You were trying to stay focused, you had to be strategic about how you brushed the product on after all, but you couldn’t help but get distracted once you had noticed Mizu now just staring at you.

It wasn’t like a normal stare though, her eyes were half lidded and relaxed, she was deep in thought but it was clear she didn’t have makeup on her mind.

You tried your best to ignore this and continue on with your work, having finished the base layer and moving onto the eye makeup.

As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t deny that Mizu’s makeup was the last thing you wanted to do with her at that moment.

You turned back, grabbing a thinner brush, biting the inner part of your lip in the process to shut up any thoughts that were threatening to come loose. All you kept telling yourself was to “Just focus, just focus, just focus.” As if repeating it was going to make it any easier to keep a hold of yourself. She just asked you to do her makeup, she didn’t have ulterior motives, you’re just looking too deep into it.

Right?

Once you turned back to Mizu, her stare had not faltered, but a small smirk had made its way onto her face as well.

“What?” You asked, almost freezing in place as you saw her expression.

“Are you nervous about something?” She asked, still watching your body language carefully as you shifted uncomfortably.

“No, I’m not nervous. Are you? Do you have something to be nervous about?” You responded quite frantically.

Real smooth.

Your jittery response only outed your true feelings towards the situation as you stared back at her, hoping someway, somehow, she missed the very obvious signs that you were in fact extremely nervous. You weren’t in the beginning of this interaction, but now that she had called you out, your nerves seemed to not only double, but quadruple. You were so nervous about looking nervous that you hadn’t noticed Mizu very subtly make her way towards you. She hadn’t gotten extremely close, but it was still a close enough distance for you to begin to freeze up.

“Is it because of me?” She asked quietly.

And here you thought she was nervous about getting her makeup done. You thought having her makeup half done would’ve made the interaction at least a little funny, but you were so lost in the discovery of many new thoughts and feelings that that was the last thing you were thinking about at that moment.

“Do I make you nervous?” She added, nearing you a bit more, the smirk never subsiding as she watched you freeze before her.

Every emotion and feeling you tried to subdue after the last interaction came back full force as you looked at Mizu who was staring back at you like she was going to devour you.

And honestly? You wanted to let her.

But for some reason, something inside you just wouldn’t let you admit that openly.

“No, you don’t.” You very obviously lied, which seemed to be taken as a challenge to Mizu.

“Is that right?” She inquired, tilting her head as she looked you up and down for a moment, “Yeah, your body says otherwise.” She teased before looking back up towards you. You felt as if you were going to melt into a puddle under her gaze. You didn’t want her to see you react in such a way but you also didn’t want her to look away from you. You didn’t know what you were feeling at that moment, all you could really pinpoint was feeling… warm.

Mizu had neared you a little more, now being directly in front of you. Her hand had found its way towards your thigh, slowly making its way up the side of your waist, past your chest and up to your neck. The entire time, leaving a trail of tingles throughout your body. The closer her hand began to shift from your neck, the closer she got to your face. Your heart pounded like crazy, you wanted nothing more than to kiss her right here and now.

But before either of you made any sort of contact, she stopped for a moment and whispered to you, “Is this what you want?”’

You nodded eagerly, no longer caring how pathetic you may have looked. But your response only earned a disapproving sound from the woman.

“No, no. I need you to say it outloud, is this what you want?” Mizuasked again, now looking at you, only inches away from your face. Her eyes were slowly going back and forth between your eyes and your lips and yet again, all you wanted to do was melt.

“Yes.” You answered quickly.

“Yes, what?” She teasingly asked. She knew making you wait was killing you, but she didn’t exactly care either. She wanted to make sure you were both on the same page at the very least considering she kind of just… jumped into it. You definitely didn’t mind that’s for sure.

“This is what I want.” You finally fully answered. She leaned towards you making you think she was going in for a kiss, only for her to go towards your ear and whisper,

“Good girl.”

If your legs could have become jelly at that moment, they would’ve. They might as well have considering if you had been standing they would’ve given out beneath you. You didn’t know what exactly to do or say in response to what she had just said, but you definitely knew what emotions you were feeling now. She took no time before quickly trapping you in a kiss, one that you had been anticipating for several minutes but that point.

To no surprise it had gotten heated extremely fast, you could feel her hands moving around your body and yours were doing the same.

As she kissed you, she had gently begun to push you back, eventually pushing you all the way to the ground with her body between your legs. She broke the kiss, her breathing a bit more labored than before you both had started this ‘activity’ as she looked down at you, the same smirk coming right back onto her face. She neared your face again but instead of kissing you, she went for your neck instead. You gasped a bit at the feeling but let her continue regardless.

It wasn’t until you could feel her begin to bite down a bit did you have to bite your lip to keep your own noises in. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she was enjoying every second of it. She stopped for a moment, lifting herself off of you and looked down at you with a smug look on her face.

“You got to hear me. I think it’s only fair if you return the favor.” Mizu said, causing you to pause for a moment. She couldn't be serious, could she?

“Mizu-” You began, wanting to explain why it was too embarrassing to make such noises only for her to cut you off very quickly.

“Let me hear you.” She teased, leaning back towards you. She was definitely serious.

“You know, the more you let out, the more I know I’m doing this right.” She whispered, her hot breath against your ear sent shivers throughout your body in seconds. Mizu was using your own words against you, and much to your dismay it was working wonders. She took clear notice of the effect she had, and wasn’t planning on stopping any time soon.

She went back towards your neck, doing just as she had before except this time she was just a tad bit extra enthusiastic about it. She was clearly trying to put in the work to hear you, and it was going to pay off.

Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t really stop yourself from making the noises you did. The feeling wasn’t overwhelming, but it was definitely new enough to elicit such a reaction.

“There you go.” You could hear her whisper.

How did you get here? You walked in thinking you were going to do Mizu's makeup and here you are moaning and squirming while being pinned down underneath her. The words of encouragement were not helping the fluttery feeling you felt in your stomach everytime she said anything. This truly was not the day you thought you’d discover things like this about yourself, yet here you are.

One of her hands made its way back onto your body, light being placed on your chest, and ever so slowly beginning to move down. She stopped messing with your neck for a moment before she lifted off of you for a second. You took the moment to try and catch your breath, your head was pounding, your stomach had flipped several times, your entire face felt warm, you felt like you were on some kind of roller coaster.

“Are you okay with me going further?” She asked quietly, her hand remaining on your chest. You paused for a moment, suddenly you felt extremely nervous, as if you were so unprepared for whatever could’ve come next. You didn’t answer and Mizu took note of it, taking her hand off of you.

“If you’re not comfortable, we can stop.” She stated simply, still leaning above you as she waited for an answer.

“It’s not that I’m uncomfortable I just-” you began, but you cut yourself off and began to think.

You wanted to continue, you really did, but there was something frightening about doing so. You weren’t ready, you knew that deep down no matter how much you wanted to continue.

“I can’t go further, not yet.” You answered honestly. Mizu nodded before getting off of you.

You sat up after her, a feeling of guilt beginning to wash over you.

“Did I ruin the mood?” You asked quietly, causing Mizu to turn back to you very quickly.

“No, I asked you for a reason. I want to make sure you're at least enjoying yourself, and if that’s where you want to draw the line, then I’m fine with that.” She explained with nothing more than a shrug of her shoulders.

“Besides, there's nothing saying we can’t just continue what we were doing before.” She teased, moving towards you a bit again. You smiled at her, entirely in gear to continue what you were doing before, only to hear the door quickly open followed by a very familiar jingling bell.

“I met some very nice people by the dock today and-“ Ringo began, only to stop once he noticed the position the two of you were in. However, your proximity didn’t really ring any bells for him, instead he pointed out,

“Master, you have makeup on your face, and you do too! Why do you have some smudges on your neck?” A very confused made its way onto Ringos face as he just simply stared at the two of you, who were still merely inches away from each other, before Mizu very plainly responded,

“Don’t think too hard about it.”

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andersonfilms · 6 months

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SWEET RELIEF (MINORS DNI / EIGHTEEN+)

notes. this request is a beautiful, god send. i've been wanting to write about this, but i've kinda been too scared to bc i wasn't sure if anyone would like it. nonnie, u made my week with this request nd i really hope it doesn't disappoint. i changed it a little bit, but not too much. yeahhhhh, i might be ovulating bc?????? anyways.

content desc. eighteen+, huge mommy!kink, sub!abby, dom!reader, masc coded!reader, tall!reader (coded) my lil shorties can still read it too, reader picks up abby, brief mention of reader working out, oral (abby!r), anal (just spit on), fingering, mentions of strap use, squirting, light degradation.

“you’ve been such a good girl. you deserve a reward, don’t you?” your stunner of a girlfriend was bare in front of you. she’s your personal adonis, every muscle sculpted to perfection. her abs clenching, anticipating what your next move would be. freckles scattered around her body, her pierced nipples were so sensitive from all the teasing, swollen and pink, just the way you liked them. abby’s moans were erratic, shallow breaths as you touched her everywhere except where she needs most.

“baby, please. need you to fuck me…so good. jus’ like you always do. you’re pretty little mouth, yeah? need you to taste me.” abby begged as her she found herself shivering. “i’ve been so good, so so good. i didn’t touch myself the entire two weeks you were gone. i’ll do anything, say anything. i just want you to fuck me.”

“you will, won’t you? my babygirl is so desperate to be fucked? isn’t that right?” you flick her clit with your digit. abby cries out your name, deprived of your touch for two weeks, she savors in every moment.

“god, you’re the only one who can make me come. couldn’t even if i tried without you.” as sweet and sensitive as she appears, intentional hands reach for your belt tugging at it, but you slap abby’s hands away.

“nothing is coming off until i make you cum at least….twice on my tongue. does that sound good, baby?” abby eagerly nods, not wanting to per long this any further.

you’re looking her dead in the eye, before your hands wrap around her thighs and pick her up, surprising your girl in the process.

“have you been working out?” you shrug like it’s nothing. abby leans in softly, her lips pressed against yours. she’s never been more attracted to you than she is right now. her strong legs are wrapped around your waist, clinging on as your throw her on the bed.

you climb onto to the bed with her, grabbing ahold of her hips and rotating her body so abby is sitting on her calves, legs bent, sculpted back facing you. she’s fucking divine, as she sits patiently waiting for your touch to guide her. you drinking in her beauty and for the first time, drowning has never sounded so lovely. pretty girl perfectly still for you. there’s nothing more than you need to fuck her so stupid. her cute eyebrows furrowed whenever you ask her question. abby does it when she tries to focus, but all that happens after is stuttering, maybe a fragment of a sentence, before she’s begging to let her come.

tonight isn’t going to be any different. she knows it as you sit behind her, your legs spread so her frame fits, but she doesn’t lean back. abby knows from experience you’ll punish her if she does.

“baby, i don’t think you’ve ever been this good.” you slowly undo the braid cascading down her back. her hair smiles of pine and lavender. you want to drown yourself in the scent.

abby keeps her hands at her sides, but you can tell she’s struggling. her strong hands are balled into fists, knuckles practically pearly white.

“now, bend over for me and show me your pretty hole, baby. show me what belongs to me.” you slap her ass as you lean on your hands, watching her follow your command.

the arc in her back is sinful as she supports her weight on her hands, her knees pressed against the mattress, her pretty pussy is deliciously wet. you’re itching for a taste, but not until you’ve got her a whimpering, pathetic mess.

you bent over her frame, your clothed body pressed against her exposed one. you whisper in abby’s ear, “does mommy have to show you how it’s done? apparently you’ve forgotten, babygirl.”

you create some space before placing a firm hand on her neck, planting her face first in the plush duvet. your hands trails down her spine, pressing enough so she gets the idea. abby arches her back like she’s a fucking pornstar and god you eat it up. she could turn her strength on you, the two of you know that, but she wants to shut her brain off and get fucked and you’ll happily oblige.

you kick her thighs apart further. abby whines but she doesn’t argue.

“babygirl, that’s what i’m talking about. just stay, just like this.” you slap her ass and she jolts forward, her moan caught by the duvet. your hand smooths over the skin, before slapping her again. “good girl. fuck yeah you are. hmm?”

you spit in her puckered hole, your saliva slides down and flows over her cunt. abby wants to just fuck you, wants to full her pussy on yours, she’s so sweet and you’re being a tease. it’s torture. pure fucking torture, but she just has to patient. you’re always so good to her. she knows she’ll get it eventually after you make her cum, but fuck she’s impatient and she wants it now.

for now, all she can do is beg.

“yes mommy, all yours.” abby manages to get out and you slap her cunt as a reward.

“want me to eat out this pretty cunt out? wanna feel my mouth make a mess of this pussy?” abby cries at your words, hands she loves touching the back of her thighs, inside of them, but never where she’s dripping for you.

“please, please, please. i need it so bad. you have no idea how much i missed you, mommy. couldn’t stop thinking about this.”

“thinking about what? tell me babygirl, don’t spare a single detail. you know how much i love hearing you pretty voice, abs.” you kiss her ass, as she struggles to continue. your teeth biting into her well earned glutes and you love to see the shiver wrack her body as she struggles to collect her thoughts.

“i thought about your fingers, how good they feel inside me. i-i thought about when you fucked me the last time, your cunt rubbing against mine and how good it felt. how i squirted all over you and fuck how you just keep going.” abby moaned, overcome with just the thought. “but i mainly thought about your tongue, your mouth sucking on my clit, fucking my pussy as you talk me through it.”

there it was, the soft sniffles clueing you to the tears streaming down her full cheeks. now, you could fucking ruin her.

your plump lips found home on her pussy, soft flicks of your tongue made purchase on her clit. abby was relieved at the sensation. you flattened your tongue against her vulva, her hips rotating so she was riding your skilled muscle. euphoria, it’s all abby felt. all she wanted to feel was this.

she could cum from this alone, but your middle and ring finger found her entrance easily, no resistance was met as you slide them inside her.

“mommy, you feel so good inside me. ah, yeah, right there. oh god, yes, yes, oh mommy. please don’t stop.”

“stop? is that what you said?”

“no! please…i-i need you to make me cum. please make me cum.”

“you think you deserve it?” you taunted abby, moaning against her pussy as your slurped up her sweet nectar, sending a shockwave through abby’s core.

your fingers are hitting the delicious spot deep in her pussy, and you’re hitting it over and over, not relenting for a moment. your tongue joins the whole with fingers for a moment, dipping in and it’s just enough to send abby reeling. not enough to make her cum, but she’s screaming your name, so loudly you wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbors abby woke up your neighbors.

“tell me how good it feels, babygirl. yeah? maybe then i’ll let you come.” you command her.

“it feels amazing, mommy. i can’t get enough of it. fucking me so good, so perfect. love being your good little slut. let you do whatever, whenever, just please don’t stop. i’m getting so close.”

“yeah, are you going to cum all over my face? on my tongue?” you grab at her clit with your lips, pulling the bud into your mouth, before flicking it over with your tongue. you circle around the pearl, isolating as you suck on it. your fingers picking up the pace brutally.

abby sounds like an angel being drained by a succubus and maybe it’s what you were. your undergarments were ruined as you humping, well nothing, because this is what it did to you. when abby got off, so did you. she’s so close, you know she is.

you pull from her clit, your thumb doing the work for you so you can press against her frame and whisper in her ear, “cum for me babygirl. yeah? that’s right. squirt all over my fingers like i know you can. such a pretty girl, aren’t you? give it to me, baby. cum right now and i’ll ride your face tonight? c’mon angel, give it to me. right now.”

she does. all over your sinful fingers, she squirts and she gushes over over you as you fuck her through. “oh baby, you’re so good. such a perfect babygirl for me.” abby’s hips ride your fingers as her body wants to collapse, but your free hand holds her left hip and supports her weight.

“feels so good, mommy. fuuuckkkkk.” abby tries to not whimper as she feels the aftershocks of her orgasm hit her like a freight train. your fingers leave and she feels empty again, but you shove your fingers in her mouth and she sucks immediately. tasting herself as your hands press against her throat.

“such a pretty baby, aren’t you? jus’ need your holes stuffed and fucked?” you laugh cynically. “now, let me ride that gorgeous face of yours, alright baby? then, i’m going to fuck this pretty pussy with my cock. would you like that babygirl?”

“please mommy.”

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lemonlover1110 · 1 year

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬

Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 4] Sayo's Insistence

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“Excuse me.” Sayo says, making you look up at her. You hold back on rolling your eyes, far too busy and tired to deal with anyone. You wait for her to speak, but she takes too long for your liking, so you end up asking,

“Can I help you?” You ask, trying your best to hide the annoyance in your voice but it still reflects. She luckily doesn’t notice it, or doesn’t care enough to address it. You don’t mean to be rude to her but so much is going on and you have no idea how to deal with it.

“I want to go out this weekend and get to know my husband’s friends a little more… Would you care to join us?” She offers, and you end up sighing before a fake smile appears on your lips. You end up shaking your head.

“I’m sorry, I’m quite busy on weekends. Your mother-in-law keeps me busy.” You answer, and you hope that’s enough to keep her off your back. But it isn’t. She still stands at your desk and she ponders your responses for a moment.

“I’ll talk to her.” She responds, and before you insist that she shouldn’t, that you’re not in the mood to go out. If you get a day off, you’ll spend time with your son, certainly not with Satoru and his wife. You know that you’ll get a message from Mrs. Gojo later, and she’ll give you the day off.

“Mommy…” Ren taps your face to wake you up. His morning breath hits your nose. You scrunch your nose while your hand goes to cover his mouth as your eyes slowly open. You finally take your hand off his mouth when you sit up. You look at the clock that’s in the corner of your nightstand, and you’re definitely not late for anything. In fact, you don’t have to start getting ready yet. You have around three hours to go.

“What’s up, baby?” You ask him, your hand going to his soft white hair and caressing it.

“I’m hungry.” He informs you as a yawn leaves your lips. It causes him to yawn as well and you chuckle. You stand up from the bed and begin to walk to the bathroom. He begins to follow, which is something that you quickly got used to. The moment Ren began to walk, he followed you everywhere which meant you no longer had any sort of privacy.

“Brush your teeth.” You tell him pointing at the little stool that’s in front of the sink, which was put there to help him reach the sink. The tip of his tongue sticks out as he remembers to follow every step of what you’ve taught him: wet the brush, apply some toothpaste, wet the brush again, then smile as he brushes his teeth.

When you’re done, you wash your hands and when you finish washing your hands, he’s done brushing his teeth. He steps off the stool and patiently waits for you, sitting on the bathroom floor as you brush your teeth and quickly wash your face. You dry your face with a towel and then walk out the door, not saying anything because Ren just follows behind.

“What do you want to eat, Ren?” You ask him as you walk to the kitchen. You have more than enough time to make a big breakfast, so you can give him whatever he asks for.

“Waffles… and yogurt.” He answers. So you’ll give him that for breakfast, along with some fruit. You open the fridge to grab a cup of yogurt for him, so he can eat it while you prepare the rest of his breakfast. You give him a strawberry yogurt with a blue plastic spoon while you begin to make the rest of his breakfast.

“Do you want to do something fun this weekend, honey? I’m off this weekend.” You inform your son, and he puts a finger to his chin, pouting his lips. He begins to brainstorm what he wants to do instead of eating his breakfast. While he thinks about it, you try to think of how you’ll deal with Mrs. Gojo, Satoru, and Sayo. Mrs. Gojo didn’t give you the weekend off out of her goodwill; you’re not sure if the woman knows of that word.

“Can we go to the park?” He asks and you hum in response. He smiles brightly before he realizes something… He doesn’t know when it’ll all happen. “When’s the weekend?”

“In three days, Ren.” You respond, and after hearing the answer, he continues eating his yogurt. As you make the waffle mix, you hear your phone ring from the bedroom. You look at the boy who puts his spoon and yogurt down to run to the bedroom and grab your phone for you. You chuckle at the amazing helper that the world gave you. The phone stops ringing, and you assume that he picked it up, and it’s confirmed when you hear,

“Hello?... Hi grammy!... Mommy’s in the kitchen… Yes.” And then he comes running out of the room, holding your phone, yelling, “Mommy, grammy is on the phone.!”

You take the phone from him and bring it up to your ear. You roll your eyes when you hear her voice. “I need you to pick up some dry cleaning as soon as possible. I’m giving you the weekend off so I need you to come early these next two days.”

“Alright, Mrs. Gojo. I’ll be there as soon as Ren’s nanny gets here.” You answer before hanging up on her. You’re sure you’ll get an earful from her for hanging up instead of waiting for her to do so, but you don’t care. You call Ren’s nanny and inform her of the change of plans, and of course she replies quickly because two days ago she showed up late to her job; she has to make sure it never happens again. She’ll be there in around twenty minutes. “Okay, baby, I’ll have to leave soon.”

“What about my waffle?” He asks.

“Of course I’ll make you your waffle, honey. I can’t leave you without your desired breakfast.”

You walked through the Gojo estate’s front door, a frown on your face since your breakfast was cut short by Mrs. Gojo. You hate to admit the fact that you put in a little more effort this morning dressing up: putting on a little more makeup, wearing cuter heels and putting on your cutest work outfit.

After seeing Satoru and Sayo two days ago, you knew you wouldn’t bump into them again. You know Satoru is too much of a coward to go to your floor. Mrs. Gojo also had lessened your workload for her, and you completed everything during your lunch break, coming around at a time that you knew Satoru wouldn’t be around. But you’re certain that he’s here right now.

He’s probably in the backyard, eating breakfast with his mother and wife on the patio, just like when he was a kid. You remember always watching from a window as Satoru was forced each morning to eat breakfast with his mother and father– He always complained to you about it because he had to follow a bunch of dumb rules about eating properly.

You walk to the kitchen of the house, planning to leave the dry cleaning with one of the maids before leaving. You dressed up pretty just in case you saw Satoru, however, you don’t plan on interacting with him. And just as you’re about to hand the dress to someone, she says,

“Mrs. Gojo wants you to go to the backyard. She wants to talk to you.”

“Alright.” You shut your eyes for a moment before walking away. A sigh leaves your lips, and your nerves grow with each step you take. You try to think of what you’re going to say. You quickly spot them when you step outside, and you freeze. You squint as you look at their direction as you try to figure out if the extra person that sits with them is the same man that was Satoru’s best friend for years.

He yells your name and stands up to hug you when you get closer, and a small smile, one that you try to suppress, comes to your lips when you feel Suguru’s arms wrap around you. Suguru was always so sweet to you, and it’s nice to see him again after so many years; and his demeanor hasn’t changed either which you love. He asks, “How are you? I haven’t seen you in so long.”

“I’m good. How about you? Are you a doctor now?” You respond, and he nods in response. You stare at each other for a moment, looking at how time and age has changed you. Mrs. Gojo clears her throat a minute later.

“Suguru is finishing his residency soon. That’s what he told us.” Sayo speaks up, and Suguru takes a seat again. “Please take a seat as well. I asked my mother-in-law to invite you.”

“I already had breakfast, sorry.” You lie. You’re hungry but you don’t want to sit down with them and eat. “I should get–”

“It’s way too early to go to the office.” Mrs. Gojo cuts you off. You glare at her for a short moment before your eyes fall on Suguru because you don’t want to look at anyone else.

“You know what they say, Mrs. Gojo, the early bird gets the worm.” You respond. Sayo, Suguru and Mrs. Gojo stare at you while Satoru tries to look somewhere else. He makes it painfully obvious that something has happened between you two but thankfully his wife is so focused on other trivial matters to notice just how awkward he is.

“There’s no worm for you to catch here. Join us.” She says and it’s an order even though she tries to disguise it as a request. You have no option but to sit at the table. “Are you joining Satoru and his friends this weekend?”

“I’m busy.” You answer. The past couple of days you’ve realized that you somewhat have part of the upper hand. If Satoru finds out that his son was hidden per his mother’s request, he’ll definitely cut her off. However, you know you aren’t in full control. You still have to follow Mrs. Gojo’s orders, but you don’t have to act like you’re happy to do it. You can give her some attitude.

“Really? I gave you the weekend off.” She points out.

“Ren needs attention.” You respond, and Suguru’s eyebrows raise.

“Who’s Ren?” Suguru interrupts.

“A cat.” You answer, and Mrs. Gojo is thankful about the fact that you spoke up first because she was about to call him a dog. Suguru is still a bit confused but he ends up nodding.

“I’m not saying that you shouldn’t pay attention to your cat, but it’d be really fun if you’d join us.” Suguru says, and Sayo is quick to agree.

“I really want to see all of my husband’s childhood friends. I really want you to join us.” Sayo sounds so sweet, and she’s making it impossible for you to dislike her. “Isn’t that right, Satoru?”

“Right…” Satoru is forced to speak up and agree. He actually speaks more, which takes you by surprise, “We’re just going out to dinner and after we’re going to a club. You can join us only to eat… Of course, we’re paying for everything.”

The last sentence stings. He’s insinuating that you can’t afford it, and he probably isn’t wrong but you hate it.

“She’s going, honey. Don’t worry.” Mrs. Gojo puts on a fake smile, her hand wrapping around your arm and squeezing. You don’t understand why she insists, having you go out with Satoru and his wife increases the possibility of them finding out the truth.

You want to say a couple of things, but you know it won’t end well. You end up sighing, before you stand up from your seat, “I have to go now.”

“Why doesn’t she like you? Weren’t you two friends?” Sayo half-whispers when you walk away. Satoru ends up shrugging while Suguru chuckles after hearing the question. She sees Suguru laugh and she asks, “Do you know?”

“No idea.” Suguru responds. After a moment of incredible awkwardness, Satoru clears his throat.

“Let’s change the topic.”

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Champagne Problems II Lucy Bronze x Reader

Disclaimer: Smut

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There were champagne and confetti everywhere when Barcelona won the Champions League. Not only on the pitch but also at the afterparty in the hotel with the whole team.

You took it all in. The girls that were singing and dancing but also the girls that were exhausted from the game and were just happy to enjoy this night with their loved ones. Smiling to yourself, you took a sip of your champagne.

All of a sudden, you flinched slightly when something brushed your hand. You looked up to see Lucy grinning at you, still elated from the game. “Want to leave?“, she whispered. You knew the suggestive look she gave you, so you returned the smile, “I would love to.“ Carefully, she took the empty champagne glass out of your hand and set it on a table. “Let’s leave then.“

She didn’t let go of your hand while guiding you out of the crowded room. On your way out, she grabbed another bottle of champagne. You let out a small breath of feigned dismay, “You can’t just steal a whole bottle of champagne.“ “Who’s going to stop me?“, Lucy replied with a shrug. She was obviously still riding the high from the win.

You could feel a smile spread across your face as you followed Lucy to the elevators of the hotel that would bring you from the party straight to the player’s rooms.

With a bell dinging, the elevator door opened and you stepped in together. The contraption didn’t even start moving when your girlfriend bridged the gap between you two and pressed you against the metal wall. Her gaze was fixed on your lips. “I would really love to kiss you right now…“ You smiled up to her, invitingly, “I think you should then.“

Before you knew it, Lucys lips were on yours. First, soft and slow, then kissing you more urgently. You parted your lips to let Lucys tongue in. Your girlfriend used that moment to shove her muscular thigh between your legs and pressed it against you.

Pleasantly surprised, you exhaled into the kiss and started grinding on her thigh. Just then, the elevator doors opened again. Way too early for your liking.

“Let’s get outside the elevator.”, Lucy requested, her voice slightly hoarse from her celebrations with the Barca women earlier while entwining her fingers with yours again for the final few steps to your room.

The facial expressions of your girlfriend turned very serious while she looked for the key to open the door. Instinctively you decided to hug her from behind and placing a few kisses around her long neck, knowing very well that this part of the defender’s body was very sensitive, a shiver running visibly down her spine.

“Just a moment, love. I need to open the room for us.”, she begged giggling, but secretly loving the passionate side you were showing tonight, clearly relived as the door opened in front of you two as she shushed you in, not wanting to lose any time in the heat of the moment.

“Someone can’t wait.”, you observed while smirking at her. Her green eyes turning darker with desire as she replied quietly: “Yeah, because I was patient through the whole evening. While I tried to imagine in my head the best way to get you out of your little sexy green dress.” “You poor girl, that’s really a long time.”, you mocked her in your loving way.

Quickly Lucy loosened her low bun, which make her dark hair fell down in soft waves, which you could not help but touch. “I love when you take your hair down.”, you whispered into her ear, pressing another soft kiss right behind it, her shivering pleasantly once more.

Making her want you even more now, she pressed: “Let me help you out of this dress now.” Swiftly you turn your back to the northern English woman’s so she could unzip your beautiful dress, in the end you stood almost naked in the room.

You could feel Lucys gaze scan your body, taking in every inch of your skin. "You look gorgeous, love.“, Lucy whispered close to your ear as she turned you towards her.

While your lips finally connected again, your hands found Lucys button down shirt. She was wearing way too much in your opinion, so you took it onto yourseld to open every single button of her shirt, so she could easily shrug it off. This was followed by her pants.

Still kissing, you let your hands glide over your girlfriends solid abs, following every muscle with your finger tips. You knew that Lucy enjoyed it as she smiled into the kiss. "You like that, huh?“, you grinned. Lucy smugly replied, "I like everything you do, darling.“ With that she pushed you a few steps towards her king size bed until the back of your knees hit the bed frame and let yourself fall onto the matress.

Lucy smiled hungrily at you while she climbed onto the bed, over you. Carefully, she brushed a strand of hair out of your face, "Are you ready?“ You only nodded enthusiastically, way too focused on slowing down your impatient breathing and on the pulsing sensation between your legs.

"Very good.“, Lucy hummed before lifting your legs up and disappearing between them. Lucys tongue felt like pure magic, moving very hard and then very slow, licking circles where you needed them most.

You bit your lip to surpress a moan when you saw Lucys bicep flex as she held on to your hips. But when she finally increased the pace, you couldn’t hold on anymore. You let go and came right then. Satisfied with her work, your girlfriend watched you trying to catch your breath, "I wanted to do that all evening.“

She then bend over to leave soft kisses all over your naked body, sucking on the sensitive skin of your breast before making her way up towards her neck.

From there, you grabbed her face with both hands and placed a tender kiss on her lips.

“It’s my turn now.”, you stated confidently, deepening the kiss passionately before ending it which unlocked a frustrated groan from the mouth of your girlfriend who could’ve stayed a little longer in that moment.

Your sight felt on to her little baby hairs curling around the sides of her face with which your fingers played a little. Her eyes were teasing you: Was not it your turn now? The green in it was just as sparkly as the champagne she stole from the counter which you remembered now was still in the bottle: “What are you doing?”

“Wait, here.”, you demanded with a flirty smile as you were getting up to bring the alcohol to the bed, filling in two glasses full of it for you two.

Just as Lucy was focusing on taking her first sip of the golden shining liquid which reminded you of your hair colour you were entering with a first finger into her insides unlocking her a surprised noise.

After the defender regained control over herself again, she begged for more, moving her hips into your direction as you started to draw slow circles with your hand before she wished for speeding it up which you granted, making even faster rounds until your girlfriend came.

Afterwards you two were finishing your glasses and reminiscing about the champions league title, Lucy winning it four times with two different clubs now.

Both of you shining with proudness of the other person’s achievement while the morning sun was about to rise and the future with her looked just as golden as the first sunlight reached the bedsheets.

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you're on your own, kid | pg10

"I wait patiently, he's gonna notice me. it's okay, we're the best of friends"

summary: after what she thought was the best night of her life, she came to the realization that she was nothing but one more girl on his list

warning: angst, childhood best friends, toxic fuckboy pierre, mentions of bullying as a little kid, friend zone, one-night stand, suggestive language, swearing, mentions of feeling used, emotional dependence, heartbreak, miscommunication trope, platonic!reader x charles leclerc

pairing: pierre gasly x reader

word count: 4.1k

note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts.

whoever guessed 'you're on your own, kid'... CONGRATS!! this one is for you! haha I hope you guys like this one, it's the longest story I've written so far but this is such a special song to me and I tried my best to do it justice! enjoy!

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Summer went away, still, the yearning stays

I play it cool with the best of them

I wait patiently, he's gonna notice me

It's okay, we're the best of friends

Anyway

For as long as Y/N could remember, she had been completely and madly in love with her best friend.

Pierre and Y/N became an inseparable duo from the moment they met as two little kids trying out for their primary school's football team.

At the time, the other boys tried to make fun of the little girl for wanting to be a part of a "boys' sport", as they called it. Being the only girl there, she was made the target of all the bullying, but when she was about to give in and give up, her hero appeared in the form of 6-year-old Pierre who defended her with everything he had.

Y/N looked at the tiny French boy with wide, sparkling eyes as he took her hand and gave it a little squeeze so she wouldn't feel alone.

From there, the two immediately became best friends and that's how they stayed throughout the years.

But at some point in time, the girl found herself getting butterflies when she was in Pierre's presence, imagining what it would be like to have his lips against hers, idealizing a life where the two would be together as more than just friends.

It was inevitable. Pierre emanated such a powerful energy that it consumed her head and dominated all her senses.

He was like a drug: addictive, impossible to give up and she depended on him for survival - almost as if he was oxygen.

And so it was with so many other girls, victims of the driver's charm, although his playboy fame followed him everywhere since he was a teenager.

And it hurt. It hurt too much.

All those years, Y/N had no choice but to fake a smile and nod as she listened to the Frenchman brag about all his latest conquests, all the models, actresses and singers he got involved with all over the world.

She had no choice but to wait patiently for him to notice her and for him to finally see them as more than the best of friends.

I hear it in your voice, you're smoking with your boys

I touch my phone as if it's your face

I didn't choose this town, I dream of getting out

There's just one who could make me stay

All my days

To be honest, Y/N was already starting to accept that nothing would ever happen between them.

So, the girl chose to distance herself from her friend a little, in an attempt to let her romantic feelings for him fade over time.

She used every excuse in the book to avoid him: I'm tired, I have other plans, I'm working late, I'm sick, I had a family emergency. All of the excuses in the world were used.

Until the day when there were no more excuses and she ended up having to give in, arranging a movie night with the man, as they frequently did over their friendship of nearly two decades.

Y/N arrived at Pierre's luxury apartment in Milan on time as she always did. For a second, she hesitated to knock on the door, letting her anxiety take over, and almost decided to flee in the opposite direction. But as if the driver read her thoughts, the Frenchman appeared from inside his house, seeing his best friend, frozen on top of his black 'welcome' mat.

"Hey! I thought I heard someone coming!" Pierre said excitedly as he gave the girl a short hug. "What are you waiting for? Come in, make yourself comfortable!"

Y/N took off her long coat, hanging it on the coat rack in the hallway, and followed Pierre into his living room, where she saw everything prepared for their movie session. Pillows scattered across the living room floor, two warm blankets crumpled on the couch and two buckets full of popcorn, the smell of which had entered her nose from the moment she set foot inside the apartment.

The familiar image of the boy sitting on his soft carpet made her body relax, and she took the seat next to him while he searched for a movie on his Netflix account. After the two agreed to watch a horror movie, both of them big fans of the genre, the two leaned back against the bottom of the sofa and directed their attention to the screen.

The minutes passed and the two remained in a comfortable silence, commenting from time to time on some of the moments in the film.

Pierre was now closer to the girl's side and the heat he radiated seemed to almost burn her with the tension that appeared to have settled in her room.

Out of nowhere, Y/N felt something cold on her thigh and thought she was daydreaming when she realized it was her best friend's hand. The girl didn't react, fearing that the words coming out of her mouth would be the wrong ones.

She couldn't help but notice how the driver seemed to be studying her every move, out of the corner of his eye, like a predator looking for prey to attack.

It was a look she had seen on his face more times than she could count. But never directed at her.

His hand began to move slowly up her soft thigh towards the warm spot between her legs, testing the waters and seeing how far she allowed him to go. His calculated movement was stopped abruptly when she caught his wrist before he reached his intended destination.

"Pierre, what are you doing?" Y/N asked, turning her flushed face towards him.

The boy was mere inches away from her, a smirk plastered across his face and without any sign of regret or embarrassment at having been caught making his risky move. "Y/N, don't lie to me. I've seen the way you look at me. The way your eyes react when they see me approaching you, when you see me with other girls, or when you see me shirtless." He grinned at her, shamelessly.

The girl remained silent, no words daring to be uttered, and she gasped as his hand returned to its former place on the top of her thigh. The Frenchman narrowed the space between them even more, letting his lips brush over hers.

"Come on, Y/N. I can feel how much you want this, want me right now." The man spoke, his fingers now playing with the elastic of her underwear, threatening to act on his desire. "Don't think too much about it. Just live in the moment and act without thinking about the consequences."

Those words were enough to make her head turn off, completely losing her rationality.

Filled with lust, Y/N acted without thinking and kissed Pierre urgently, as if she feared the moment would end at any moment.

With tongues fighting passionately, touches exploring the curves and details of each others' bodies, and clothes scattered carelessly around the room, the two allowed themselves to enter a new level of intimacy.

And the young woman's heart looked like it could explode at any moment with how full it felt, finally having the boy she craved for so long in her arms.

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes

I waited ages to see you there

I search the party of better bodies

Just to learn that you never cared

The next day, Y/N woke up with the sun's rays coming through the half-open window of a room that she recognized immediately as Pierre's bedroom.

Though she had never woken up in that room like this before: naked, with only the sheets covering her body, and with a satisfying ache between her legs that she hadn't felt in a long time.

Although the driver was nowhere to be seen, a goofy smile appeared on her face, and she brought her hands to her face to cover it up. She let out a silent little scream as she remembered the wonderful hours she'd spent the night before, her exploring Pierre's body, Pierre exploring hers.

Finally, things were going to change.

She finally got the boy she wanted all those agonizing years.

Grabbing a used tracksuit of his that was lying on a chair and a pair of clean boxers from his drawer, the girl got dressed and headed to the kitchen, where she found her lover leaning against one of his kitchen counters, concentrated on the phone in his hand while drinking some coffee.

"Well, good morning!" Y/N said, almost humming with so much happiness filling her as she approached the driver.

"Hey." He replied, short and dry, making the young woman stop in her tracks, dumbfounded by his carefree attitude.

"Did you sleep well today...?" She tried to test the waters to see if it was just her being dramatic and misunderstanding his response.

"Yeah, sure." Pierre spoke again, without returning the question and without taking his eyes off the small screen of his iPhone as he drank a bit more of his coffee.

Nervousness began to replace all the bliss that previously consumed the girl. It was almost as if he never cared, not even after all she gave him the night before. "Is there something wrong, Pierre?" She questioned, clutching the bottom of the hoodie she was wearing in an attempt to hide her uneasiness.

You're on your own, kid

You always have been

"No, sorry. I'm just trying to arrange something here." He replied, more friendly, though he still hadn't even looked at her since Y/N walked into the kitchen.

"What are you planning?" The girl asked, trying everything to strike up a conversation with him. Her heart was beating wildly at that point, and it seemed to crack more and more with each beat.

"Just this lunch thing with a girl I've been talking to for a few weeks." His shoulders shrugged as if his words hadn't pushed Y/N to her limits.

She couldn't explain how hurt she felt. How dirty and used he, of all people, made her feel.

How could he? Her best friend. The person who had been by her side for years. The man she would do anything for.

After suffering in silence for years afraid to act on her feelings, this was her pay for taking a risk once in her life: becoming just another silly girl in Pierre Gasly's long list of lovers.

Just another conquest, another achievement, undeserving of the driver's concern and care, with zero distinction from all others.

"Look, I'm in a hurry. I really have to go, Y/N." He informed her just as he started to walk hurriedly towards the exit, placing a quick kiss on her temple.

As if those same lips hadn't been glued to hers, clinging to every surface of the girl's body just hours before.

"You know the way! Just let yourself out. See you later!" He yelled, leaving the girl stunned, tears streaming from her eyes, as she heard the apartment door close loudly.

I see the great escape, so long, Daisy May

I picked the petals, he loves me not

Something different bloomed, writing in my room

I play my songs in the parking lot

I'll run away

A couple of days later, Y/N found herself sitting in her condo's parking lot one night, balling her eyes out while she played the songs of her favourite artist.

She couldn't believe that her best friend had used her body and taken advantage of her feelings for him. And to make matters worse, the girl has received nothing but silence from Pierre's side since that morning in his apartment.

Left alone with her own confused thoughts, Y/N's head was spinning. She didn't know what to do, what to think, or what to say.

I just want to get out of Milan and go home, she repeated over and over again.

Y/N had never chosen that town.

The young woman remembered every detail of the day when Pierre announced he was going to move to Italy, leaving France.

A life without Pierre was unimaginable for the girl. She couldn't remember a single day when she didn't know him, when she didn't have his presence in her life.

Feeling trapped, with no other option, she simply packed her bags and went with him.

She couldn't help but think what a huge mistake it had been to come after him, especially when he didn't seem to care about having her there at all.

Y/N picked up her phone, preparing to turn off the music that was blaring through the car to return home, but she was stopped by the sight of the image that decorated her lock screen.

It was from last year. Pierre and Y/N were wearing their ugly Christmas sweaters - like they did every year as a silly tradition - cuddled up on the couch in his parents' house. The lights from the tree reflected on them, creating a magical atmosphere around the two friends.

The girl affectionately touched her phone, as if it were his face.

Although the idea of returning to France had been hovering in her head for a while, she knew that she couldn't decide to leave without talking to him first.

After all, he was the only one who could make her stay.

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes

I called a taxi to take me there

I search the party of better bodies

Just to learn that my dreams aren't rare

As tears continued to pool in her sad eyes, Y/N opted to get out of her car, assuring that it was safely locked, and called a taxi to take her to the boy's house, since she wasn't in any condition to drive.

The drive was silent and short, just the typical 15 minutes it took her every time. The girl got out of the car, thanked the driver, and began to walk hurriedly towards the building. Her step was uneven and fast, revealing the girl's erratic and desperate state.

Y/N walked through the door of the building, politely greeting the doorman, and continued on her way towards the elevator.

She was only inside for a few minutes until she reached Pierre's floor, being immediately surprised by the loud sound of music coming from the door of the familiar apartment.

He's having a party, and he hasn't even invited me, she thought to herself.

While she suffered from his absence, Pierre was surrounded by anything but silence.

You're on your own, kid

You always have been

Y/N gained some courage and rang the doorbell, although she was afraid that no one would hear the sound in between the noise coming from the apartment's speakers.

However, seconds later, the driver appeared at the door, wide-eyed at the sight of his friend.

"Hey! Y/N!" Pierre smiled at her, without any sign that he had stopped to think about her during the days that had passed since the night of desire between the two of them. "I wasn't expecting you, come in!"

"Hmm..." The girl hesitantly entered the house and tried to pretend that everything was fine, not wanting to ruin the party. "I was nearby and decided to stop by."

"Oh, good!" Pierre replied, bringing his hand to the back of his neck as his eyes roamed the party full of other bodies. "We're just having a last-minute thing. You know, just a spontaneous hangout." He chuckled, clearly looking to get back to what he was doing before heading to the door.

"Yes, of course, Pierre 'spontaneous' Gasly." Y/N joked, in an attempt to break the tense atmosphere between the two. However, she only received the disinterest of Pierre, who clearly didn't find the joke funny.

"Look, I have to go. I was in the middle of something," Pierre looked back at her, pointing towards a person she immediately recognized. "But Charles is over there with Joris! You can go to them. We'll talk later, okay?"

Without even waiting for her answer, the Frenchman left. The girl's teary eyes followed his image until she saw him returning to his dark couch, where three gorgeous women were waiting for the driver, with hungry eyes on their faces.

The same fucking couch where he'd explored her body, millimetre by millimetre, marking her skin with his touch, days before.

"You know how he gets when he is hosting a party." Charles said, approaching the young woman when he noticed her presence alone in the room.

She shrugged, discreetly wiping the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. "Yeah, well, my presence was always pointless here for him anyway."

Y/N turned to the Monegasque driver and hugged him tight, longer than usual. The man was caught off guard, taking a few seconds to return his longtime friend's hug, but he did so.

Charles couldn't help feeling that that hug meant something more to the girl, but he chose not to question it since it was apparent in her hurt look that something else was going on and he didn't want to intrude.

Y/N placed a friendly kiss on the boy's cheek, letting her hand rest on his cheek. Her gaze locked with his eyes and he swore he saw a tear fall down her cheek.

"Goodbye Charles." She forced a smile. "I will talk to you later, I love you." Y/N turned her back to her friend and walked out the door, without allowing the driver to respond.

Charles couldn't shake the feeling that this 'goodbye' wasn't just a 'see you later', but, blaming it on alcohol and his imagination, he returned to the party, without giving the matter any further thought.

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes

I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this

I hosted parties and starved my body

Like I'd be saved by a perfect kiss

In a hurry and with tears flowing freely down her face, the girl returned home and placed all her belongings in suitcases and bags, without any care.

And with that, Y/N ran up and down the stairs of the building where she lived towards her car, filling the trunk and the back seats of the vehicle with everything she had in her small house.

For one last time, Y/N looked at the now lifeless apartment where she lived for the last few years and her heart felt tight, unable to hide the nostalgia that that place was going to leave her with.

She might not have been the happiest there in Milan, but her home had always been her refuge.

However, it was time for her to turn the page, burn the bridge, and finally return to her true home.

Sitting in the car, she took a deep breath and began her long, impulsive journey back to France. It was completely insane trying to make a trip lasting more than 10 hours, especially at that time of night, but the girl simply couldn't bear to stay there another minute.

When the sun started to reappear in the sky, illuminating the endless road with its orange and pink tones, Y/N realized that he hadn't stopped yet and decided to park at one of the available stations to rest.

However, the heartache and the feeling of betrayal still crushed her soul, so she sought refuge in the words of her best friend, Céline, who would certainly welcome her when she reached her destination.

"Y/N? Is everything okay?" Her sleepy tone soon revealed that she had been awakened by the call.

"I'm coming home, Cél." Y/N informed, sniffling her nose. "I gave my blood, sweat and tears for this. I gave it my all but I just couldn't take it anymore."

"What?" Y/N could hear the sound of the sheets and mattress moving on the other end of the line, imagining Céline suddenly sitting up on her bed. "Home? As in France? I don't understand, what happened? Talk to me."

"I'm just a dumb girl who thought the guy she loved for years was going to be her prince charming, coming to save her the perfect kiss." The young woman sobbed, with her hand covering her mouth in an attempt to hide the noise. "Instead, I was just treated like a fucking toy. He didn't even care to know how I felt after he slept with me."

"What? You and Pierre?" His friend questioned, shocked. "Oh my god, I never thought he would be capable of doing this to you. I don't even know what to say."

The two friends stayed for a long time talking, Céline being her usual attentive friend and listening to Y/N's outburst without interrupting her.

"Don't worry, girl. I'll be here with open arms to welcome you home." Cél tried to comfort her friend, making the girl in the car thank her for everything.

Y/N had no reason to be afraid when the people who really cared about her were waiting for her where she truly belonged.

The jokes weren't funny, I took the money

My friends from home don't know what to say

I looked around in a blood-soaked gown

And I saw something they can't take away

The days passed and Pierre went on with his life as normal, not even noticing the girl's absence until Charles asked him about it.

The two were playing FIFA on their PlayStations when the Monegasque spoke. "Pierre, have you heard from Y/N lately?"

The Frenchman felt a wave of shock hit him as he realized he hadn't seen or heard from her since the night of the party when he'd rudely dismissed her.

"I don't know, mate... When I talked to her at the party, she didn't seem right." Charles expressed his concerns. "I've tried texting her, calling her. She doesn't answer me."

"It's probably not a big deal. She's probably just busy with something." Pierre pretended to be unconcerned, trying to convince himself more than his friend that it was just a misunderstanding.

"No, Pierre. You don't understand." The Monegasque insisted, persistent in solving the mystery. "When she said goodbye to me that night... I felt like it was goodbye, a real goodbye."

Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.

The word echoed in Pierre's head and regret filled him from head to toe, as he rose abruptly from the sofa.

"I have to go, Charles."

'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned

Everything you lose is a step you take

So, make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it

You've got no reason to be afraid

You're on your own, kid

Yeah, you can face this

The driver knocked insistently on the girl's door, almost as if his life depended on it.

"Y/N, please! Open the door!" Fists clenched against the wood, he begged for a chance to apologize.

Pierre knew now that he had acted wrongly with her.

For letting his desire for some release come between them. For using his friend for a night of passion when she was the most important person in his life. For giving her just something fleeting, something ephemeral when she deserved the world at her feet.

For ignoring the girl the morning after the best night in his life. For avoiding her the next few days when he should have run to her and confessed his feelings. For taking the easy way out and looking for comfort in other bodies when the only one he wanted by his side was her.

Pierre gave up knocking and let his back hit the door, sitting on the step. "I'm sorry. For everything. I beg you, give me a chance to tell you everything I should have said ages ago."

"Sorry, but are you looking for Y/N?" An old voice spoke, making the Frenchman look up at the person. "She doesn't live here anymore, young man."

"W- What- What do you mean?" Pierre stammered, feeling like he'd been doused in cold water.

"She left the apartment a few days ago. The landlord is already looking for someone to rent the place." The elderly lady informed him, setting down the groceries she was holding on the floor.

It was too late, he thought. I lost her, forever.

She approached him, placing a hand gently on the boy's shoulder, who now had his head between his hands.

"I'm sorry, but you're on your own, kid."

You're on your own, kid

You always have been

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Hello!! Could I request the brozone reacting to poppy and viva having a little sister that got separated from them when she was young, and pretty much grew up on her own?

A/N: So I'm guessing that Poppy is around 2 at the time of the Bergen attack so she's 22 in trolls band together. I've done so much research and everywhere has different ages for her. So I think you'll be 2 years younger then her.

🌷🌸Poppy and Viva🌸🌷

A giggling 6 year old Poppy sat on her father's knee. "Aren't you cute." King Peppy cooed, tickling his daughters stomach. "Was Mummy cute like me!?" Poppy shouted. King Peppy's face softened. "Oh Poppy, your mother was beautiful." He said hugging his daughter, he has lost too much on the past. "What happened?" Poppy asked. "She was captured in front of everyone when we were escaping from the troll tree." He explained, sadly smiling. "Is it true she had an egg? Was I gonna have a little sister?" Poppy asked standing on her father's lap. King Peppy pulled her close. "Yeah, you would've been an amazing big sister. The only big sister. I didn't have any other children." King Peppy panicked.

16 years later.

Poppy sat at the back of Rhonda sighing. "You okay Pops?" Poppy looked up and saw her big sister walking up to her. "Yeah, I'm so happy that I found you. But seeing Branch with so many brothers just made me think. We could've had another sister. Do you know how cool that would've been?" Poppy said as Viva sat next to her. "Yeah, it would be cool. If only someone could've saved mum." Viva said hugging Poppy.

"Alright, we will be pulling into Trollopolis soon, so everyone gets ready." John Dory shouted from the front. They were on Brozone's reunion tour and are about halfway through. They all stepped off Rhonda and was greeted by a yellow troll. "Hello, I am the mayor of city. My name is Serena. I am here to welcome you to Trollopolis. Then in a couple of hours someone will come take you to the venue." She said shaking everyone's hands.

Poppy and Viva walked into their hotel room. They were both in awe. "This room is fantastamazing!" Viva yelled jumping on her bed. Poppy giggled and layed down on her bed. For the next two hours the two sisters unpacked and joked around.

There was a knock on the door. "Come in!" Poppy exclaimed. Branch walked in smiling warmly at his girlfriend. He leant down and kissed her cheek. "Just came to see if you're ready to go." He asked taking Poppy's hand. Viva jumped up off her bed. "Heck yeah let's go!" She shouted grabbing Poppy's hand and dragging the couple out the room.

The sisters were bouncing up and down, while Brozone waited patiently outside the hotel. A big pink bus turned up. A small pink Troll with Orange hair stepped out the bus. "Hi, my name's Y/N! I'm a co owner of the venue you're performing at tonight! I co own it with my mother." You explained smiling brightly at the 7 Trolls. Poppy thought you looked very similar to her and Viva but pushed it aside. "It's so nice to finally meet Brozone. I'm a big fan." You said smiling shyly. "And you are Queen Poppy!! I've heard so much about you." You said smiling at Poppy. "Hello, and this is Viva my Sister!!" Poppy exclaimed. The two sisters took one hand of yours each and shook them violently. "Okay girls!" Clay exclaimed pulling them away. "Thank you. Let's get you to the venue." You said heading inside the bus, the other 7 following you.

You all drove to the venue. You lead them into their dressing room. "Let me go get my team of stylists to help you get ready. I also go get my mother so you can meet her." You smiled walking off.

Soon the venue stylist we're helping the boys get changed and doing their hair. "So Mother this is Brozone." They heard you say. Everyone turned round. Viva gasped with her hands over her mouth. Your Mother had the same reaction. "Mum?" Viva whispered tearing up. You and Poppy Froze. Your mother walked over and took Viva's face gently. "It really is you." Your mother cried hugging her tightly. She looked over at Poppy. "Poppy is that you?" She said. Poppy nodded crying silently. Your mother pulled Poppy into a tight hug. "What happened, dad said you were captured." Poppy said snuggling her head into your mother's chest. "We were, but we managed to escape the Bergen that caught us. I ran to where the Troll tree tunnel let out but no one was there. Then the tunnel collapsed. I assumed you all died." Your mother explained holding her long lost children. "I walked for weeks and then I arrived here. Y/N hatched a few days after getting here. So I decided to build our lives from scratch." Your mother sighed.

You stood to the sidelines. You thought your father and two sisters died in the Bergen attack. Poppy and Viva pulled away from your mother. Brozone watched the scene unfold. Poppy and Viva slowly walk over to you. You were backing up slowly, overwhelmed by your emotions. Poppy and Viva pulled you into a hug. You broke down crying, hugging them back tightly. Brozone was also overwhelmed by emotions. Who wouldnt be if they saw this unfold in front of them? You would have to be a robot for it not to effect you. First they were shocked, to happy and then to crying. Like ugly crying. You three turned to them. "Don't look at us like that!" Floyd exclaimed wiping his tears away. You three giggled.

"Sorry to interrupt, 5 minutes to showtime." Someone said. "We'll catch up after the show. Me and your sister have work to do." Your mother said. You hugged your sisters again and walked off saying bye to the members and saying good luck. Poppy and Viva looked at each other.

"Just wait until Dad finds out."

A/N: Jesus I'm done. I know that male trolls can have eggs too but I had a thought and stuck with it. I hope you like it!!

#trolls band together #brozone #john dory trolls #bruce trolls #clay trolls #floyd trolls #branch x reader #poppy trolls #trolls viva

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Chapter Nine

A/N: Its finally here! First chapter of 2024! To those who have been waiting so patiently THANK YOU! Enjoy! Comment, reblog & share!⭐⭐ PART OF THE CHAPTER WAS MISSING! I ADDED IT!

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of abortion, excuse any typos, MINORS DNI

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Chapter Eight

Christmas Excerpt

Following the new year, things were buzzing and busy. Zilla was in demand, working hard on the road to the company's biggest show of the year. Moriah on the other hand was being shuffled around due to a shortage but presented to her as praise for the good work she does. By the end of the shuffle, she landed in Pediatrics, the last place she wanted to be. The couple saw each other less but they tried to make the best of it.

“Fat,” Zilla called out softly. He chuckled hearing her whine. “C'mon, Fat. Get up for me, please.”

She shook her head, trying to pull the covers over her head but Zilla snatched them before she could.

“Nooooo,” she whined, “You already kept me up all night. Uhn uhn.”

“I'm not waking you for that this time. I got something to show you.”

After another ten minutes of struggling with her, Zilla finally got her up and out the door. He walked carefully behind her with his hands over her eyes, leading her to the complex's parking lot. When he stopped, he kissed her cheek lovingly.

“I forgot to bring one of your gifts with me to Texas, Fat. You ready to see it?”

“You woke me up out of my sleep, you damn right i’m ready to see it,” she joked.

Counting to three, Zilla removed his hands revealing the gift. She stared with a wide smile on her face.

“Isayah Fatu, you did not.”

“I did,” he answered softly.

“You did not buy me a car!” She squealed not caring about waking their neighbors up this early in the morning. She jumped into his arms, kissing his face repeatedly. “I didn't need it but I’m glad you got it!”

“Of course I did. I couldn’t be in my new shit and not have my lady in some new shit too, Fat. It’s only right. Plus. baby, you deserve it. I told you that I was gonna take care of you. This just the beginning, Fat.”

At that Moriah pulled back to look at him, laughing at the sneaky smile on his face. Knowing what was coming next, Zilla turned them to the side so she could look at the cars. She was so focused on her own car, she didn’t realize there was a car beside hers with an identical red bow on it.

“You got your Challenger!”

“I did. You tryna go for a ride before I gotta go?”

Moriah tilted her head and raised her brows. “Out here? Somebody might see, Zay. well … the windows are tinted. Let’s do it.”

He laughed loudly, dropping his head to her chest for a second. “I ain’t mean that kinda ride, Fat. I meant in my car.”

“Oh,” she said shyly. “My bad.”

“No need. If we got time for that then I’m aight wit it but if not you know I’ll still make it happen for you.”

“In both cars?”

“Yeah, Fat, in both cars. And you stay talkin bout me.”

After taking her for a ride around the block, Zilla dropped her back off and went to the performance center. While he waited for his class to start, he tucked himself away to work on the promo he had been working on for the next show.

“Big boy! Where you at, man?”

Chuckling to himself, Zilla put his phone away and stood from the corner he sat in.

“You bigger than me, boy.”

Bronco laughed, slapping hands with him. “You still big boy either way. What's up though? How was the holiday?”

“Shit it was good, got to spend time with my family. My niece had shit everywhere.”

“I bet. My brother did too,” he laughed, “Soooo.”

Zilla squinted a little, chuckling under his breath. “What, man?”

“Did you see Rye's family?”

“Yeah, she tried to go to her mom's by herself and you know I couldn't let that happen so I went too. Her aunt and umi was there.”

“Umi?”

“Grandma.”

“Got it,“ he nodded, “Her mom said anything out the way to you?”

“For once not really, she said like one slick thing but Umi shut that down quick. We only saw her that one day.”

Bronco figured if Zilla knew he wouldn't be as calm as he is and safely assumed his friend had no idea what he knew. The two moved into a different conversation

“If I tell you again to get away from me, I’m going to HR. Get out of my face, Thomas.”

“I just wanna have a conversation with you, Mo. Is that so bad?”

Moriah looked up from the chart she was completing and rolled her eyes. Two months into this year and she was contemplating whet or not she would spend the rest in prison. “Yes, it is. And this is the last time I’m gonna tell you to stop calling me Mo. Nurse DeBreaux and nothing else.”

He chuckled to himself. “I know you in the biblical sense and I gotta call you Nurse DeBreaux? That seem right to you?”

“I slept with you one time in that whole time we were together so I wouldn’t say that you know me but in any case if you repeat that again, I’ll kick your ass myself and then I’ll call Zilla to do it and you don’t want that.”

“Oooh, I struck a nerve I see. Listen, I just got one question and I’ll leave you alone.”

“Spit it out.”

“Why did you even bother to make me use a condom?”

Dropping the pen on the table, Moriah slowly looked up at him with an infuriated expression. “What did you just say?”

He titled his head still smiling. “You heard me. What was the point?”

“Explain what you’re asking me, Thomas and do it quickly.”

“Oh now you wanna talk to me? I think I’ll keep the rest to myself for another time.”

Not wanting him to know that she already knew about the partnership between her mother and him, Moriah thought of something quickly to throw it off. She knew if she bought it up, he would tell her mother and Zilla would find out before she herself had a chance to tell him.

“Stay out of my medical files, Thomas.”

“Medical files,” he repeated with a chuckle, “Sure thing, Mo … I mean Nurse DeBreaux. I’ll see you later.”

Watching him walk away, Moriah counted backwards from 100 in her head trying to calm herself down. When she realized it wasn’t working, she let the other nurses know that she was gone for a fifteen and hurried down to the ED. As soon as Toni saw her face, she handed her device off to one of the other nurses and guided the younger woman into the break room, locking the door behind them.

“What happened?”

“Can you call Bronco to beat Thomas’s ass please?”

Toni chuckled, “I’m sure he would love that but why? Tell me what happened.”

“I’m filling out paperwork for a child that just got admitted and he comes over trying to talk to me and I tell him to leave me alone. Of course his ass doesn’t listen, never fucking listens.” She groaned.

Toni put a calming hand on her shoulder, “Breathe, Rye. Breathe.”

She took a few deep breaths before continuing on. “So he looks at me and says what was the point of making me wear a condom. And he’s smirking, so happy and proud of himself. Fucking bastard.”

“He said what? Why would he say that to you?” She asked, frowning.

“Because apparently my mom told him more after they talked up here. I had to play it off like he had been in my medical records even though I know he wouldn’t be able to get into them.”

“You don’t want him to know that you know about him and your mom because he’ll tell her that you’re onto them and she’ll tell Zilla before you can.”

“Exactly.” Moriah sighed hard, rubbing at her nose. “I fucking hate them. Especially my mama. Why won’t she just let me be? She’s done enough already.”

Pulling her into a hug, Toni rubbed her back and let her cry on her shoulder. There was a question she was dying to ask but she wasn’t quite sure how to ask it in Moriah’s given state.

“Some people aren’t happy with themselves so they take it out on other people, especially the people that love them.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get over the shit she’s done.”

“I’m not gonna tell you how to feel, what to feel or what to do with those feelings, Rye. I’m here for whatever you need. You call, text or come over anytime. Okay?”

Moriah nodded, pulling away from the hug. She wiped her face, trying to give a small smile. “I know you wanna know what he meant but I just can’t have that conversation right now. I’ll tell you at some point though. I promise.”

“No rush. I’ll be here when you’re ready to talk. I do have another question, though.”

“What’s up?”

“When’s the next time Zilla has a day off?”

Moriah thought for a moment, rubbing at her eyes. “I think Thursday.”

“Okay, so you’re gonna be off on Thursday and Friday so you take that time to talk to him. It seems like you’re running out of time to tell him yourself especially with how out of hand Thomas is getting. And while I’m sure Zilla will not leave you for any of this, I know how important it is for you to tell him yourself. And I know he would much rather it come from you.”

Moriah stood quietly, replaying Toni’s words in her head.They were pretty much the same words she had been saying to herself.

“I know it’s gonna be hard,” Toni added interrupting her thoughts, “I know it’s gonna be scary but you can do this. If you want me and Bronco can be there for you both.”

“No … no. I can do it alone. But stay by your phone please.”

“Of course and remember that boy loves you a hell of a lot. He’s gonna be pissed, not at you but he will be and you have to allow him to feel and process things the same way you did.”

Quietly, Moriah moved around their apartment to gather the few small boxes she needed and sat them on their kitchen table. She fixed breakfast for her boyfriend knowing that after she told him what she needed to tell him that he probably wouldn’t have an appetite. She had been texting back and forth with Toni to talk about her plan.

“Damn, it smell good out here,” he called out in between his yawning. “Mornin’, Fat.”

She chuckled, going to hug and kiss him. He held onto her a few seconds longer than he usually would then released her with a smack on the ass.

“How’d you sleep, Zay?”

“Like a rock. I ain’t realize how tired I been.”

Moriah led him to the table then went to get his plate and juice. “I’m glad you got some rest. You deserve it after throwing them people around every day.”

“Thank you,” he got quiet for a moment to say grace, “You right. You ain’t sleep good though. Not all that tossin and turnin’ you did.”

“Was I?” she asked, avoiding eye contact with him.

“Yeah you were. Had to hold onto your lil ass to get you to stop.”

“That was the plan all along,” she giggled. “I sleep better in your arms.”

The couple ate their food, having small conversations here and there about their upcoming week and schedules. Zilla finally noticed the boxes on the table after he was done eating. He glanced between her and the boxes.

“What’s that, Fat?”

She hummed, quickly taking their dishes in the kitchen.

“The boxes. What in em? What you ordered now?”

Going back to the table, Moriah sat across from him and pulled the boxes closer to her. She pulled the top box open just wide enough to slide a manila folder out of it. Zilla waited quietly for her to say something, his eyes darted between the folder and his girlfriend.

“What you got?”

“You remember when you told me that whenever I was ready to talk about what my mom did to me while you were gone that you would listen and be here for me?”

“Yeah and I meant it.”

“Well,” she sighed out, “I’m ready to talk about it now. I need to tell you before she does.”

He frowned a little. “What you mean? Why she wanna tell me?”

“Because she knows that if she tells you that you’ll leave me and that’s what she wants.”

“Fat,” he called out, reaching across the table for her hand, “Look at me.” He waited for her to look up before he continued. “Whatever she did to you, you didn’t have no control over that. I love you and whatever she did or said won’t change that. Aight?”

Moriah sighed. “I know you told me that but you don’t know yet.”

“Fat, baby … just tell me. Zilla ain’t goin nowhere.”

She held his stare for a few moments, trying to figure out how she wanted to start telling him.

“When you got sentenced and stuff, I was distraught as hell. It was pitiful,” she chuckled. “I spent all my free time at your moms, in your bed and stuff. Then like three weeks after you left, I got sick on and off. Figured it was just cause I wasn’t eating like I should or a cold but three

weeks later I was still sick. Arthur came over to see me and him and mama gave me a pregnancy test.”

Her heart dropped a little, feeling his grip on her hand loosen.

“The test was positive. Um, my parents and Mama were upset at first but they realized that there was nothing they could do you know and we went from there.”

“You was pregnant? And nobody told me?” He asked, trying to keep his tone calm.

“We were gonna tell you, Zay, but we were trying to figure out a way to tell you because you were gonna miss 10 years of the child’s life. That wasn’t gonna be easy.”

“So everybody knew but me?”

She shook her head. “No. Only me, my parents, Mama, Arthur, Auntie Kami and Umi. It didn’t go beyond us because we didn’t want anyone telling you before we figured it out.”

“Keep goin,” he demanded softly.

She sighed softly, slipping her hand from his momentarily. Flipping through the folder for a moment, Moriah pulled out her sonograms and slid them across the table.

“My first appointment was at 10 weeks. I heard the heartbeat and the doctor said that the baby was fine. My mom kept saying smart shit but me, Mama and my daddy were happy. Mama cried when we found out the due date.” Moriah chuckled softly remembering.

He stared at the images in front of him, his thumb slightly grazing where the baby sat in the sonogram. “Why did she cry?”

“The due date was March 24th.”

Zilla looked up from the sonogram, locking eyes with his girlfriend. “4 days before Pops birthday.”

“Yeah,” she answered softly.

He huffed loudly, placing the sonograms on the table. His hands went to cover his face for a moment, taking slow, deep, long breaths. It was hard but he was trying to keep his promise.

“Clearly none of yall figured out how to tell me cause I’m just now findin out. So what you do with our kid? The only kid I’ve seen is Sisi and she ain’t old enough to be ours.”

Moriah wiped her tears away with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. “I don’t wanna tell you, Zay.”

“Nah, nah, nah. You can’t start then stop, Moriah. Where’s my kid?”

“You’re gonna be mad at me, Zay.” She cried holding the folder tightly to her chest. “I don’t wanna tell you. She made me do it.”

“Moriah,” he called out sternly. “Just tell me!”

She jumped from his voice booming through their apartment which he immediately regretted. He stood from the table wiping his hands over his head and face.

“I’m sorry for yellin’ at you, Fat but just … please just tell me.”

Sitting the folder aside, Moriah played with her fingers trying to get her mouth to cooperate with her brain.

“When I was 12 weeks, my mom told me that she had made another appointment for me to make sure the baby was okay. I was skeptical but I still went. Your mom was skeptical too.” She said between sobs. “It wasn’t a regular check up for the baby. She had scheduled an abortion. She let them take my baby and then she gloated about it.”

Abortion.

The word replayed over and over inside Zilla’s head. He was trying to wrap his mind around it but it wasn’t connecting. Feeling his anger start to rise well above what it should have been, Zilla started to pace back and forth.

“I didn’t want to but I was a minor and I didn’t have a choice, Zay. And afterwards she made me go tell your mom that ‘it’ was gone so yall would leave us alone.”

“Our kid is dead?” He asked softly.

“Yes.”

“That bitch killed my fucking kid?” He yelled, not able to keep the rumble inside of him. “She killed my kid and got the nerve to act like mother of the fuckin year?”

Moriah wanted to hug him but she knew he would probably push her away so she stayed where she was with the table between the two of them. Her eyes followed him as he paced back and forth, mumbling to himself. Going into the other box, she pulled out a small baby blue box holding that tight in her grasp.

“Afterwards, I kept asking her what did they do with the baby and if they had told her if the baby was a boy or a girl but she wouldn’t answer me. I kept asking and asking,’’ she explained softly, “And finally she told me that she had them cremate the remains and that she had the gender. In order for me to get both and my sonograms, I had to do something else.”

His pacing stopped but he didn’t look at her.

“I had to get my tubes tied. I had to agree or she was gonna destroy all of it.” She took a moment and approached him with the box. She took one more look at it then held it out to him. “I did it because she had already killed my baby, I couldn’t lose the rest of the only pieces of him I had.”

“Him?”

“Yeah,” she said softly, “It was a boy. I know it probably doesn’t mean much but I named him Angel.”’

Slowly, Zilla took the box from her, his thumbs caressed the letters etched into the box. ‘Angel Fatu’. Hot tears rolled down his face uncontrollably as he cradled the box to his chest. Taking a chance, Moriah moved closer to her boyfriend and he took a step back, shaking his head.

“If your tubes are tied, why are we using condoms and why are you on birth control?”

The second time she’s heard this question, this time she felt more comfortable answering.

“I’m not on birth control, Zay. The condoms … it was easier to just keep using them because if we weren’t I know you would wonder why there hadn’t been any pregnancy scares.” She explained. “Nobody knows that my tubes are tied except you and my mom. I was ashamed.”

“The condoms that she gifted us at the going away party?”

“A sick joke. She’s been torturing me for years. She made me get a job in a daycare not more than six months after Angel. I was in the infant room. Whenever her friends or co-workers needed a babysitter, she made me do it.”

Taking a short glance at his girlfriend, Zilla moved around her with the box still in hand and grabbed his keys from the kitchen counter. He didn’t say another word to her, he simply walked out of their apartment slamming the door behind him.

Hours and hours passed without Moriah receiving a response to the texts she'd sent to her boyfriend. Ultimately, she was worried about his safety and just wanted to know he wasn't on the side of the road somewhere. The radio silence on her phone also let her know that he hadn't called his mom because she would have called or texted by now. He was angry and he had every right to be.

By the time she got in bed there was finally a ping from her phone, alerting her to a message. Her heart dropped a little when she saw Bronco's name instead of Zilla's.

Bronco

11:43pm

Couldn't text earlier but he been with me all day. I got em, he good, sis. Get you some rest. He love you, he been sayin it all day. He just upset. Lock the door and call if you need us.

Moriah

11:46pm

Thank you. Good night. I love him too.

She laid back staring at the ceiling debating with herself. Deciding she needed to know, she sent another text.

Moriah

11:55pm

He has the blue box, right?

Bronco

11:58pm

Of course. Angel chillin next to moms. Don't worry ya pretty lil head, sis. They good.

Letting out a soft sigh, Moriah plugged her phone up and put it on the dresser then moved to Zilla's side of the bed, cuddling his pillow. She said a soft prayer before drifting off to sleep.

“What's this smile about? Who are you texting?”

Hassan pulled his phone to his chest away from his younger sister, Gabi's wandering eyes with a chuckle. It was their weekly visit and so far he had been splitting his time between entertaining her and texting.

“I always smile, thank you very much.”

She laughed still trying to get to his phone. “Not like that you don't. Fess up. What's her name?”

“Why you always in my business? I need to call my brother in law on you?”

She shrugged playfully, trying to start the phone. “Call all you want, I'm still gonna ask. Now who is it? Or I'm gonna call my niece and ask her. I know she knows.”

Hassan rolled his eyes dramatically. “I thought you would grow out of being nosey. But if you must know, I was texting my friend, Tamara.”

“Friend Tamara? You mean your girlfriend!”

“Not my girlfriend,” he chuckled, “We've been seeing each other for a little, seeing where it goes.”

Gabi raised a brow. “Is this the same friend you've been going out with since before Thanksgiving?”

“It might be.”

“Uhuh so that's your girlfriend! When do I get to meet her?”

“Whoa, whoa. Slow down, speedy. It's not time for that yet.”

“You've been seeing her for almost five months and yall are grown. It's time. Does Moriah know about her?”

He nodded, smiling a little. “She was with me when Tamera approached me. Rye wanted me to go out with her. Even offered to be my flower girl.”

Gabi squealed, hugging her brother. “Yes! So she's in. I'm so happy because I was terrified you were gonna go back to that bitch of an ex wife.”

“Gabriella,” he called out sternly.

She put her hands up defensively. “I didn't lie, she is a bitch but fine I won't say it again. I don't even know what you ever saw in her evil ass.”

“We're not discussing Nadine, we're discussing Tamera.”

“So tell me about her? You obviously like her with all this smiling and texting.”

His smile widened, starting to think about Tamera and the time they'd been spending together. When they first went out, Hassan honestly wasn't planning on taking her out again. He was simply going so Moriah wouldn't be on his back about not going but that first date pulled him in.

“Tamera is a good person. She's a realtor, has been for quite some time. She has two kids, one boy and one girl. Not too much older than Rye.”

“Uhuh, keep going.”

Hassan laughed. “That's all I'm telling you, nosey. Whenever you meet her, you can ask her all the questions you want.”

His phone ringing interrupted Gabi, he held a finger up as he checked to see who was calling.

“Is that your girlfriend?”

“No, it's Leata.” He responded sticky before putting the phone to his ear. “Hey, what's up?”

“I'm not interrupting you, Hassan. Am I?”

“Nope, you actually saved me from Gabi.” He laughed dodging his little sister's hit.

“Oh tell her Hey for me. I'm sorry to bother you guys.”

“I'll tell her but you're not bothering us. Everything okay? Was it Nadine?”

Leata laughed softly. “No, no, not Nadine. Haven't talked to her since Christmas. It's about the kids.”

“What about them? They okay?”

“Well I was checking to see if you had talked to either of them. I haven't talked to them in three days and that's not like either of them.” She sighed softly. “I'm probably just being paranoid but one of them would at least text, ya know?”

“Uuuh I talked to Moriah Thursday morning I think it was. She was cooking breakfast and just called to talk for a few but not since then.”

“I'm worried about them. I think I'm gonna fly there to check on them, this isn't like them.”

Hassan thought for a moment. “I have Rye's friend's number for emergencies so I'll call her and see if she knows what's going on then we'll go from there. Deal?”

“Okay, let me know as soon as you do.”

After agreeing Hassan disconnected their call and started to go through his phone in search of Toni's number. Gabi watched him, although she was only able to hear his side of the conversation she could put two and two together.

“You think they're okay? They probably just went on a lil trip and forgot to say something.”

“Yeah,” Hassan said softly as he put his phone back to his ear, “Hopefully so.”

The phone rang all the way to voice-mail, Hassan figured she didn't recognize the number and didn't answer so he shot her a quick text. A couple minutes later his phone was ringing.

“Hey, Toni. It's Hassan, Rye's daddy. How are you?”

“I'm good, running some errands. I didn't realize that was you calling. Everything okay?”

“No worries. I just wanted to see if you'd talk to Rye in the last few days.” He took the phone from his rear to put it on speaker so he could text Leata. “Zilla's mom hadn't heard from them since Wednesday and I haven't talked to Rye since Thursday morning so we're a little worried.”

Toni sat on the phone quietly for a moment trying to decide how much of what she knew Moriah would be comfortable with. While she hadn't directly talked to either of them, Bronco had kept her in the loop and she did call and text Moriah but got no answer.

“Toni? You there?”

“Yes, I'm sorry. I've talked to her and a mutual friend of ours has talked to Zilla in the last couple days so they're okay.”

Hassan let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding as he sent a quick text to Leata.

“Good, thank you.”

“I tell you what … I'm near their apartment so I'll swing by and lay eyes on Rye for you. Let her know that yall are worried.”

“I would greatly appreciate that, Toni. Thank you so much.”

“Oh it's no problem at all.”

After getting off the phone, Toni carefully switched labs so that she could get off the exit closest to Moriah and Zilla's apartment. She was thankful that Hassan called because now she had even more reason to go check on her friend. Bronco had been telling her that he had Zilla and Moriah would respond to his few text messages everyday and that she was fine to give her space. But space isn't something Toni thought Moriah needed especially not after three days. Zilla went to his friend and Moriah's alone. She's isolating herself.

Getting to the apartment, Toni carefully climbed the stairs with their bag of food in hand. She knocked on the door then pressed the ring doorbell and bent over a bit to talk into it.

“You know you hear me at this door. It's hot and I'm melting, Rye. Let me in, please!”

A few minutes and a few knocks later, Moriah let her in. Toni sat the food on the coffee table then went right to Moriah pulling her into a tight hug. Although she tried to hold it, Moriah couldn't stop her cries. She cried on Toni's shoulder as her body shook from how hard she was sobbing. The older woman held onto her and rubbed her back while she whispered soft encouraging words. Minutes later, Moriah pulled away wiping her face on the sleeve of what Toni assumed to be Zilla's hoodie. Toni pulled her over to the sofa so they could sit.

“I've been calling and texting you, Rye. Everybody has.” Toni spoke softly.

“I know,” she sniffled, wiping a stray tear away, “I'm sorry. I didn't wanna talk.”

Toni started to take their food out of the bag, setting it up on the coffee table.

“I understand but a text to let people know you're alive would've been great, Rye. Your dad called me to see if I'd talked to either of you. Apparently him and Zilla's mom are worried about you two.”

Moriah sighed, playing with her nails. Leata had been calling and texting, his brothers had as well but she didn't answer because she knew she wouldn't be able to hide any of this from them.

“You should at least text them back. Cause it sounds like the two of them were ready to come do a search party.”

She nodded, pulling her phone from her pocket. The screen is filled with notifications. “I don't know what to tell them.”

“Just tell them you've been working doubles at the hospital so you've been sleep when you're not working. It's a lie but it'll work for now.”

“Yeah. Thank you,” she mumbled. Her fingers moved back and forth on her phone while she tapped out her messages. To Leata's she added that she would call when she got a free moment. “I'm sure Bronco told you but he left after I told him. I knew he would but I was hoping he wouldn't.”

Toni gave her the plate of food and her utensils. “Eat. It's jerk chicken and rice, you like that. He didn't leave you, Rye. He left the situation. That was a lot to find out after all this time.”

Moriah pushed the food around her plate before taking a bite. “He could barely look at me and when he did he looked disgusted. Like he hated me.”

“He was not disgusted with you and he does not hate you.” Toni reassured. “The situation and your mother, that's where those emotions are directed. You gotta give him time, Rye. Have you healed from what she did?”

“No, not entirely.”

“Okay so it's been almost ten years since she did it and your not healed so just remember that Zilla's only had a few days and there's no way he's gonna heal in those three days.”

The friends sat quietly for a few minutes eating their food.

“That boy loves you to death, you don't need to worry. He left because he felt like that was the safest thing for him and your relationship. He didn't want to misdirect his anger at you. Okay?”

“What if he can't get over it, Toni? What if it's never the same again?”

“Hey, no … we're not doing that. Breathe,” Toni paused to take a few deep breaths with her, “You and Zilla are gonna be fine. Okay? Your mom will not win. You and him got this.”

Moriah nodded solemnly. “Okay, T. I just … I miss him.”

“I'm sure he misses you too. Sometimes space isn't a bad thing.”

“He hates space,” she chuckled softly, “He tells everybody the same thing. If he could live in my skin, he would. He loves being up under me all the time.”

“Trust me, I can tell with how much he interrupts my ED,” she joked. “Speaking of the ED, I'm tired of not having you there so I'm working on getting you back. That replacement of yours is working my nerves.”

“And Thomas is getting on mine,” Moriah added. “I used to wanna be in pediatrics but he's ruined it for me. I swear if I have to work with him any longer he's gonna need a colon repair surgery.”

They laughed loudly.

“I'm sure Bronco and Zilla would more than agree with you. But I'm working on it, I need my girl back in the ED with me.”

Constant buzzing during their workout was starting to annoy Bronco. He knew Zilla was tuning it out and he was trying to as well but he couldn't take it. Setting his weights down, he went over to the treadmill Zilla ran on and turned it off earning a confused glare from his friend.

“What's up? What you doin?”

“Your phone, man. Either answer it or put it on silent.”

Zilla glanced over at it, seeing it light up and vibrate again. “Nah, I'm good. It'll be aight.”

“If you not gon answer it, put it on silent for the sake of the rest of us in here.”

He shook his head as he wiped his sweat with his towel. “Can't. Just in case.”

Bronco sucked his teeth and stared at his friend like he had the heads. “What? Just in case? Just in case what? Cause I know not an emergency with the way they blowing you up, Zilla. Or you mean just in case with Rye? Yeah that's what you mean. Right?”

Zilla didn't answer but he didn't need to. Bronco knew him well enough to know that's what he meant.

“Look I get it, you're upset and you got every right to be but you shutting out the wrong people. And if you really cared about Rye being okay, you would've at least texted her to check on her.”

“She straight, man.”

“How you know? I mean I know she straight cause I check on her but how would you? The crazy shit is, you not even mad at her, bruh. I get you don't wanna take some shit out on her that ain't her fault,” he fussed, hitting his hands for emphasis, “But communicate that shit with her. You left y'all spot three days ago and ain't said shit to her. You think that shit sound right?”

Zilla rubbed his hands over his face. He knew his friend was right but he was scared to talk to Moriah. After he yelled at her when they last spoke, he didn't want to do that again and hurt her.

“And moms been calling you and she damn sure ain't do shit wrong but try and protect you, Rye, and Angel. But here you are not answering and stressing her the fuck out. She did the best she could, bruh. You putting a wall up with the wrong people, Isayah. You my boy and I love you but you doing the wrong shit.”

With a shake of his head, Bronco turned away from his friend and went back to the weight bench. Zilla too wanted to go back to working out but the lashing Bronco had just given him writhed heavily on him. Nothing that was said was wrong but he still didn't know what to do. Grabbing his phone and his towel, Zilla left the gym area and went to sit outside the Performance Center to get some air. He fiddled around with his phone trying to decide if he was going to respond to any of his notifications.

Zilla

1:45pm

I love u, Fat

Moriah

1:46pm

I love you more, Zay.

Not able to decide what else he wanted to say to his girlfriend, he exited their thread and called his mother. She answered on the second ring.

“Isayah, I've been worried about you and Rye.”

“My bad. Been busy,” he murmured, holding the phone to his ear. “We straight.”

“Yeah she texted and told me she's been working doubles. You don't sound like yourself, I need to see your face. Facetime me.”

He forced out a chuckle to throw her off. “Zilla aight, Mama. I'm at the PC supposed to be in class but wanted to check in with you.”

“Okay but I still wanna see your face so facetime me tonight.”

“Aight, Mama.”

“I mean it, Isayah. Don't make be come to Florida.”

He chuckled forreal this time. “Zilla got you, Mama. I promise. Zilla love you.”

“Uhuh,” she chuckled, “I love you too.”

He hung up with her then sent his brothers a message in their group chat and a picture of him. Proof of life so they would leave him alone for the moment.

“You're a mama's boy, huh?”

His eyes snapped up from his phone to the woman talking to him then back to his phone.

“Yeah, you can say that.”

“That's cute,” she smiled, sticking out her hand, “I'm Gia. Nice to meet you.”

Zilla stared at her for a second then shook her hand, briefly. “Zilla.”

“Oh I know who you are,” she laughed a bit, “Since I got hired, you're all anyone talks about. I'm one of the new backstage analysts.”

“That's cool, congrats.”

“Thank you,” she smiled watching him get up from the ground, “I think you're gonna be my first interview on Tuesday and I was little nervous.”

He started to squint at her but remembered he was at work and she was probably more than a little nervous.

“Why?”

“You know you hear things about asshole wrestlers and stuff so just a lil weary but thankfully,” she paused to put a hand on his arm, “You don't seem like one of them.”

Although her touching him felt strange, he let her keep it there for a moment until she got the hint. When she moved her hand, he took a step back from her.

“No, I'm not. It'll be cool.”

“Good to know. So what do y'all do around here for fun? I literally just moved here last week and know nothing about this area.”

“Wouldn't know. I don't go out much.”

Her smile widened and her hand found its way back to his arm. “Well how about we go find out together?

Gently, he moved her hand off of him and gave her a small smile. “Ima have to decline, Gia. I'm good plus I don't think my lady would like that.”

“You girlfriend don't let you have friends, Zilla? We're co-workers, it's fine.”

He tilted his head to stare at her briefly. The door to the center opened revealing Bronco.

“Aye, Book wanna talk to us, Zilla. Let's go.”

Thankful for the intrusion, Zilla nodded at Gia then jogged to the door letting it close behind him. Bronco stared at him.

“What the hell was that? Why she kept touching you and shit?”

“I thought she caught the hint the first time she did that shit but she didn't,” Zilla explained, “But she didn't. And she asked me out I think.”

Bronco squinted. “And you told her about sis.”

“Man,” Zilla sucked his teeth, “Of course I did but then she hit me with that ya girl don't let you have friends and then you saved me.”

“Sis let you have friends but not her ass.”

“Right. Fat will take my head off and hers. Ion play them kinda games with my life.”

Bronco nodded slapping hands with him. “As long as you know it. Watch that girl though.”

“Gotchu. Ain't nothin to worry about though.”

#aao #zilla & Moriah #zilla fatu #the samoan dynasty #the bloodline

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zvdvdlvr · 2 years

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teacher remus noticing reader is upset and asks them what's wrong after which reader basically comes out as trans (ftm)?

acceptance; remus lupin

synopsis: remus's student confides in him something that's been plaguing them.

warnings: PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP, father figure remus ong, trans (ftm) reader, f/n: friend name, f/n doesn't know y/n is trans

reader's pronouns: he/him

"y/n?"

y/n looked up. he had been stuck in That Feeling for the third day in a row now, and it was hurting him. he was forgetting to do basic tasks such as eat and make your bed. he was barely talking, and had no will to go to classes.

"yeah?" he croaked, suddenly aware of the class's eyes on him.

f/n eyed him. "are you okay?"

y/n nodded. "yeah, yeah i'm fine."

turning f/n nodded to professor lupin. "she's fine."

y/n visibly shrunk back at being referred to as "she". the fucking pronouns followed him everywhere, tormenting him and telling him he wasn't a "him", but a "her". it made him feel a way that he couldn't describe.

at least the lesson continued, and all eyes moved back to lupin.

y/n spent the rest of the class in an uncontrollable daze. his head was spinning, but not quite enough to want to get up and leave. though not soon enough, class was dismissed.

the milling of students past him finally grounded y/n back, but his name being called alarmed him.

"y/n? will you stay for a little bit?" professor lupin asked, scarred face patiently awaiting the answer he knows he'll get.

y/n swallowed. "yeah."

once the last pupil was out of the room, remus turned to his desk and waved his hand. within moments, two steaming mugs appeared side by side.

"cocoa?" the professor asked with a smile. "i know it isn't really the season for that, but i think you'd like this better than the tea i've been drinking lately," remus explains. y/n slowly stands up, and takes the cup from the professor's hands.

"oh don't worry. there's no truth serum in this, i solemnly swear." remus stated before taking a sip.

"so, dear child, what's been on your mind as of late?" remus finally asked.

y/n looked down, back slouched violently. "i- it's truly nothing. just stress, i guess."

it was a pity y/n was a bad liar when upset. "i won't judge. i simply want to know what the change in attitude is about," remus explained, eyes trained on the teen in front of him. "if this is a family thing... well, i had a friend who... if it's a family thing just say so and i'll leave you alone of you so please."

y/n felt horrible. he felt like the professor genuinely cared. and all the emotion in his voice was stabbing y/n in the heart. "i'm trans- transgender," y/n whispered, eyes to the floor.

he barely registered the mug being taken from his hand, or remus leading him gently to the floor, but he didn't realize he was openly bawling into his professor's arms. "i'm trans, professor," he sobbed, gasping on air.

remus soothingly shushed his cries, and patted his back in a fatherly way. it pained remus to see one of his favorite students so upset.

five minutes flew by. y/n sniffed miserably as he harshly wiped tears from his eyes. "are-are you gonna t-tell dumbledore?"

"would you like me to?" remus asked.

y/n shook his head.

"what do you go by?" remus asked quietly.

"still y/n but i'm thinking of going by something else. my, uh, pronouns, though, are he/him," y/n explained, fingers knotting together. he hadn't told anyone that he was trans. this was huge.

remus smiled. "would you like me to use your pronouns in front of the class?"

y/n nodded. he hadn't thought of that question, but maybe hearing his pronouns from his favorite professor would help validate him.

remus grabbed the desk to help him up. grabbing the teen's hand, remus pulled y/n up. "i may have... something that could help make your voice lower..."

y/n looked up, wide-eyed. "really?"

the professor smiled at y/n's glee. "yes. it's a potion that i can give you the recipe too, but i don't have the ingredients," remus explained, summoning some potion book.

flipping through pages, remus finally found the page. grabbing a piece of paper, remus enchanted a quill to copy down ingredients, the process of making the potion, and when and how to drink.

y/n gingerly accepted the paper. "i- i really don't know what to say, professor...'' he trailed off.

"just a simple assurance that you'll be smiling tomorrow is all i need," remus chuckled, nudging y/n gently in the arm.

y/n felt wholly accepted by professor lupin, and the feeling made him want to cry again.

but all y/n could do was smile in gratitude and hope lupin knew how much this meant to him.

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the puppets before Christmas [Part 2]

instead dof zero I used my cat that had recently passed away I hope that's alright with the creator @cloudy-dreams [I'm probably going to appear a lot!]

Wally walked into the tower and put the herbs in a cabinet as Poppy came down with a lantern "Wally, you've come back" She said"I had to..." Wallt mumbled "For this?" Poppy asked as She showed Wally his arm "Yes" Wally muttered "Shall we then?" Poppy asked as She walked back up the stiars with Wally following BehindWally sat on a chair as Poppy began sewing his arm back on

"That's twice this month you've slipped deadly nightshade into my tea and run off-" Poppy was cut off "Three times!" Wally exclaimed "You're mine you know! I made you with my own hands!" Poppy yelled at her "You can make other creations! I'm restless, I can't help it!" Wally groaned

"It's a phase my dear, it'll pass. We need to be patient that's all" poppy said "But, I don't want to be patient" wally mumbled...

Otto made a meow as he floated nearby "No Otto, not now...I'm not in the mood..." (Y/n) mumbled but Otto did another Meow"All right" (Y/n) chuckled with a sigh "Here ya go boy" They said as They threw a small bell for Otto to play with...

"Morning gents" Howdy said to the band while humming This Is Halloween, walks up to (Y/n)'s front door and rings bell but no answer

"(Y/n), you home?" Howdy called out as He began getting worried, He switches face and knocks with desperation then switch back to happy face"(Y/n)? I've got the plans for next Halloween. I need to go over them with you so we can get started!" Howdy exclaimed Howdy's face switched to a worried one

"(Y/n), please, I'm only an elected an official here, I can't make decisions by myself!" He yelled as He pulled a megaphone outta thin air"(Y/n)! answer me!!" He yelled before he leaned back and fell down the stairs "They're not home" One of the band members said

"Where are They?" Howdy asked "They hasn't been home all night" another band member told him making Howdy groan as he laid face first on the ground

(Y/n) yawned as They looked around They're surroundings "Where are we?...it's someplace new" They mumbled as Otto tilted his head and made a meow"What is this?" (Y/n) asked when they noticed Valentine's tree, shamrock tree, Easter egg tree, turkey tree then they saw the Christmas tree

(Y/n) stared at the Christmas tree door and then hesitantly Turned the knob and as a gust a wind came and blew them in Otto Made a meow of panic as He scratched the tree

"Whoa!!!!"......(Y/n) looked around the Snowy place filled with brights houses and bright lights and loud music"What's this? What's this?" "There's color everywhere What's this?" "There's white things in the air What's this? I can't believe my eyes I must be dreaming Wake up, Wally, this isn't fair!"

"What's this? What's this? What's this? There's something very wrong What's this?" "There's people singing songs What's this? The streets are lined with Little creatures laughing Everybody seems so happy Have I possibly gone daffy? What is this?!"

"What's this? There's children throwing snowballs instead of throwing heads They're busy building toys And absolutely no one's dead There's frost on every window Oh, I can't believe my eyes!" "And in my bones I feel the warmth That's coming from inside..."

"Oh, look What's this? They're hanging mistletoe, they kiss Why that looks so unique, inspired! They're gathering around to hear a story Roasting chestnuts on a fire!"

"What's this? What's this? In here they've got a little tree, how queer And who would ever think And why? They're covering it with tiny little things They've got electric lights on strings And there's a smile on everyone So, now, correct me if I'm wrong This looks like fun!"

"This looks like fun Oh, could it be I got my wish? What's this?" "Oh my, what now? The children are asleep But look, there's nothing underneath No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them Or ensnare them"

"only little cozy things Secure inside their dreamland What's this?" "The monsters are all missing And the nightmares can't be found And in their place there seems to be Good feeling all around Instead of screams"

"I swear I can hear music in the air The smell of cakes and pies Are absolutely everywhere The sights, the sounds They're everywhere and all around I've never felt so good before This empty place inside of me is filling up!"

"I simply cannot get enough I want it, oh, I want it Oh, I want it for my own I've got to know I've got to know What is this place that I have found? What is this? Christmas Town, hmm..."(Y/n) walked into a candy cane pole that held up a large said that said "Christmas Town!" As a loud Comanding voice exclaimed "Ho Ho Ho Ho ho ho ho ho!"

"hmm..." (Y/n) mumbled

#welcome home au #welcome home #wally darling x reader #nightmare before christmas

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Closer to Heaven and Closer to You, Part 11

Summary: Now presenting, Mr. And Mrs. Ransom Drysdale

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit sexual content, explicit language, unprotected sex, creampie, Frank Adler, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 6.5K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“Okay, and when is the bed coming in?” You turn around to Ransom holding onto the corgi puppy, giving her a little kiss to her snout. “Ransom, did you hear anything I said, handsome?”

“I did. The bed will be her in two days. The wedding is in five days. Grandpa’s stuff has been delivered, and we've got someone that is going to help put this room in order because I do not want you to be lifting anything. Gucci is going to the trainers starting tomorrow, and Bucky promised that he would continue to take her to school while we are away. Just me, my wife, and our little bean in your belly. Buns, you have got everything in order. Please, just breathe. It is quite alright. Your dress is at your parents.”

“And our home…Ran, this is our home. And this is our first baby, and we’ve got one in here,” grabbing at his hand you place it on your belly, thinking about how far the two of you had come. You could never imagine this Ransom that was in front of you. Primed and ready to become a home owner, father, and dog father of course.

The first moment you met him wasn’t the most spectacular of meetings. He was pompous and arrogant. But you learned quickly that Ransom was needing the same thing you were; to love and be loved. He had far surpassed your expectations for him or even your thoughts on a future husband. He was the most patient man you had ever met (with you). But the most important thing was he wanted to share a life with you.

Ransom was willing to make these huge changes in his life for you. And shockingly he was adjusting to this life easily. And Ransom now had a friend in Bucky. Had schemed this whole house and proposal with Bucky. And your old rodeo friend was letting Ransom help pick out the livestock. Even if he did laugh at your Gucci girl, despite you telling him she was a herding dog.

“Ran,” you smile at the most handsome and amazing man you have ever met in your life. “You did this. Thank you.”

“No, no. We did this. I’ve never wanted a home of my own. Yes, I had my place, but it was a house. This is our home. Our little Gucci girl is going to chase this little nugget around, and…”

“Ransom.”

“Hmm?”

“I want to name him or her after you. I love your name and how it’s a homage to Harlan. I want our nugget, be she or he, to be named after Ransom Drysdale.”

“Well, for the nugget’s sake, I hope that it’s a boy. Could you imagine a girl with that as her middle name?” Starting to giggle you nod your head. Smiling so big as you look at him. “You would prefer a girl, and her middle name be Ransom, huh?”

“Yes! It’s the cutest little thing. I just imagine this little angel baby with her herd of corgis following her around. She thinks that it’s her job to keep up with them, when in fact they’re making sure that she stays safe. And she’s got the prettiest dainty first name, but her middle name is so strong like her daddy’s. And she will be our baby Ransom.”

“It is kinda cute to think of this sweet baby girl that hopefully looks and acts like you with the name Ransom. C’mere,” his free hand pulls you into him and Gucci, and she gives her sweet little barks that weren’t so sweet in the mornings. “Now that you’ve convinced me, if we have a boy, his middle name can’t be Ransom.”

“Are you two always hugged up against each other?” Looking behind you, Bucky leans up against the doorframe, whistling as he sees the master suite. “I don’t know if this room is big enough. So the cattle will be here a few weeks after you guys get back, so there’s not much more to do for me, but to look after the baked potato. Ran, you don’t have to carry that thing around everywhere. Put her down. Gucci, you think you’re going to be able to handle watching after a Drysdale?”

She barks her tiny bark, waddling over to Bucky who squats down with her, noting how she really was a cute dog. Petting on her fluffy fur. “Steve said to tell you thanks for the invite.”

“I’ve never hated Steve. Never even hated Frank,” Bucky gives you a grimace, but it was true. There were times you were so angry at Frank, none more angrier than the other day when you confronted him about trying to break you and Ransom up. Frank was your first love. And it taught you everything you didn’t want, but more importantly, to trust your instinct.

You knew you had waited for far too long to leave Frank. Had made up way too many excuses for him. You were miserable. You allowed yourself to settle, and become a person you couldn’t even recognize anymore. But getting away, living alone, learning who you were, and time helped you find a better you. And somewhere in the midst of it all you found your best friend.

A painfully slow relationship, until things progressed. Nights where you would stay up and talk until you fell asleep to those first sweet kisses. Kisses that lingered on the lips a bit more. Kisses that had him pulling you into his lap, straddling him, while his hands held you so softly. Too timid to touch you more.

That is until you were the one pulling off your shirt. Bringing yourself closer to him. Hands running over the skin on his neck. You both were touch starved, and overwhelmed by the feeling. But still needing to make the sweet parts of the relationship last. You didn’t want to rush into the sex. It’s what you always had done, and nothing ever lasted.

Until Ransom. Until your future husband, and father of at least one child. “Bucky, what do you think we’re having?”

“Oh, no, I don’t do that. My mom can do the old wives’ tale things with you, but I don’t get into that. A healthy baby. That’s what I want. I’ll need help on the farm. Don’t think daddy-o here is going to be much help. So looks like I’ve got to train Gucci and RJ up right.”

“RJ?” Ransom’s eyebrow cocks up as he stares Bucky up and down.

“Oh, come on. Bunny will get her way, and she’s going to have her Ransom Junior. RJ. And like I said, I’m going to have to train them, and the fur ball up.”

“Fur balls. There will be more corgis. I want at least three, preferably four. Miss Gucci is just going to be the ringleader. We also got to get Chanel, Dior, and Dolce,” Bucky sighs, turning to leave the two of you. “You don’t have to wear a suit, Buck!”

“I want to! I haven’t got to wear one in a long time.”

“I helped him pick one out,” Ransom whispers, and you giggle imagining the two of them combing through suits to find the perfect one for you. They were the sweetest things. You hope that he could maybe eventually be cordial with Frank. Maybe. Hopefully.

“Baby, just breathe,” your mom says calmly behind you. Clasping your grandmother’s necklace around your neck. Your eyes flutter close as you touch on your something borrowed, somehow the vintage necklace matching perfectly with your engagement ring. “Are you getting cold feet?”

“Never,” the tears already start to well up in your eyes. Taking a deep inhale, you slowly let out your breath. Your hands move to your stomach, already feeling the nugget’s first flutters. Ransom was always touching your stomach, hoping to find his own little piece of their movements.

“I’m just ready to be Mrs. Drysdale,” you finally open your eyes looking at your mom’s reflection. “You always told me to find someone who was crazy. Crazy in love with me. I found him. Well, we found each other. And we’ve got us this little…baby.”

“Just tell us what you’re having!” Noelle, the oldest sister screams playfully. Slapping at her leg, it was killing her the most. “I gotta get a jump on buying things for the nuggie. I already know that between Ransom, Harlan, Bucky, and daddy I won’t get to.”

“You’ll get to. I promise. They’ve all been put on a budget.”

“He or she will be the first on both sides, and you’ve got a bigger closet than I have a bedroom for that baby, and you think that you’re putting a budget on anyone? How’s the in-laws doing? The snippy one that always has a cigarette was telling Bucky what to do,” you turn to look at Jacey, the baby, mortified. “Ransom told Bucky the only one he had to listen to was you, him, and Gucci. Your husband took care of it.”

“Does Ransom happen to have a brother?” You shake your head no to Claire. There was only one Ransom. It’s all the world could handle. And he was made perfectly for you. “Dammit. Does he have any cute cousins or anything? What about Bucky?”

“No!” Claire holds up her hands in surrender, laughing, and starting to question your feelings towards Bucky. “Bucky is a precious angel. You can only talk to him if you’re completely serious, and you’re not. If you want a fun time, Steve will be a blast. Bucky is off limits. He is a serial monogamous, and he doesn’t do one night stands. Do not put him in the position to feel uncomfortable at my wedding, okay?”

“Wow. Call me out in front of mom why don’t you,” Claire rolls her eyes. Crossing her arms, she leans back on the couch. Her fingers lightly tap on her arms while she glares at you.

“Yeah, well, she didn’t tell me anything I didn’t know. Besides, Steve is quite adorable if you ask me,” Claire’s mouth falls open as your mom shrugs. “Honey, it’s a small town. People talk. It’s okay. I’m not judging you for your lack of wanting to settle down. Sow those oats.”

“Not all of us can marry a rich man.”

“Not all of us marry for money either. His money and looks are an added bonus,” biting at your lip, you take another look in the mirror at yourself. You didn’t even recognize the woman that was staring at you. Turning to the side, you look at your stomach, kinda sad you weren’t really showing yet. “I want h…ahh, I about said what we were having. I want this baby to pop out. I want Ransom to feel the kicks.”

“And I for one am glad that you haven’t. No one had time to alter this dress or your after the wedding dress. As pretty as your wedding dress is, why would you want to take it off?”

You and your sisters all look at each other with the biggest smiles, giggling before answering, “It’s a party!”

“Would you calm down?” Bucky dusts Ransom’s shoulders off, laughing as his new found friend was bouncing around again. Taking a quick sip from his highball glass. “She’s still here, and agreed to marry you for some reason.”

“The reason is he stays, and doesn’t run off to ride bulls. Instead he stays behind and rides her,” Bucky turns to look at Steve with his mouth hanging open, and Steve shrugs his shoulders. “Oh, come on. Those two are perfect for each other. His lack of running away and being able to deal with his shit helps.”

“We don’t…we don’t have shit. The biggest obstacles are my family, and we moved far…far far away from them,” Ransom exhales sharply as he runs his hands through his hair again. “Why are you here now?”

“Uhh…you see, I have this friend. Um, we’re going to call him Stank. And Stank, he has this thing where he likes to go to a bar on a Saturday, and Stank may drink his loneliness away. And on this particular Saturday, because we know that the paper had this huge picture of this man in front of us and his bride to be, Stank started calling me early. Stank was wanting to do something, and Steve didn’t answer.”

Bucky and Ransom stare at Steve without blinking. More because of the information he divulged, but Steve has never been the man that could read people well. “In my story Stank is in fact Frank.”

“Yeah, I got that. I’m not going to feel guilty for marrying Stank’s ex. I want to thank him. He led her straight to me, and to our future, and made her guarded. Her inability to have something with me quickly helped us. We learned from each other. Took our time, and now we’re ending it with this grand gesture of our love. Our little…well…uh…they’re going to be the most spoiled little — thing ever. And I appreciate the offer to help Bucky on the ranch. By all means, finish out your season. And even if you want to go and rodeo, that's fine. However, if we’re going to continue to be whatever this is, you don’t have to talk in code about Frank. I’m sure the man has good qualities, or Bunny wouldn’t have stayed with him. They had something real. And then they drifted apart, and that is life. But I’m growing with her, and we’re growing our family. Let’s refer to him as Frank from now on.”

“Why won’t you tell us what’s in her belly?”

Ransom shrugs, straightening up his tie. “Buns didn’t want what we were having to overshadow the wedding. The baby will be the first on both sides of our family, and we’re excited. So far Nuggie is healthy, and their middle name is going to be Ransom, so…I want to throw up.”

Steve looks between Ransom and Bucky with a smirk. Ransom was getting everything that Bucky had ever wanted. A family of his own. The ranch part he was basically getting. Land upon land. Ransom and Bunny even had it in Bucky’s contract that after five years the house and a few acres were his. Now he needed a woman. Steve could already see Bucky devoting all his time to you and Ransom. Holed out in the middle of nowhere. And forgetting to live his life.

“You getting cold feet there, pal?”

Ransom shakes his head as he turns toward Steve, “Never. I’m just ready for us to be married.”

Your dad turns to look at you, but you can’t look away from Ransom. He was beaming at the front of the aisle. You had locked eyes with your future husband, and couldn’t look away, “Daddy, he looks so handsome. Move your feet, I’ve waited long enough.”

“No,” you tear your eyes away from Ransom to look at your dad who was tearing up. His hand pulsing on your arm. Eyes rimmed in red, and he aggressively wipes away his tears.

“Daddy.”

“Don’t you daddy me. You’re the second daughter I’ve given away, and this isn’t any easier. But honey, he’s the one,” it isn’t that you didn’t know that. You are fully aware that the man you were waiting to walk to was every bit of your dream. “He’s so good to you, to your sisters, to your mom, and me, and even Bucky. He’s going to be the best daddy to your little boy that you’re going to name Ronnie Ransom Drysdale. Just promise me something. Two things actually.”

“What is it? And I didn’t confirm or deny if we’re having a boy.”

“No, just…maybe baby number two you could name Sinclair? Or a middle name. I’ve got nothing but girls, and your sister just wants one kid, and she’s got their names picked out like a crazy person. Your other sisters aren’t old enough or in stable relationships, and…”

“Daddy, I promise, if we have a little girl, we’ll put Sinclair as her middle name.”

“Did you just confirm you’re having a boy?” You shake your head no. You would not be discussing what baby Drysdale was today and especially not while Ransom was waiting on you. “I just want to know if I need to buy my grandson his first saddle or my granddaughter her first saddle. I need to know.”

“And I need to marry that man up there. When we get back I promise we’ll tell you what your grand baby is, but if I don’t marry that man right now,” his feet are already propelling the two of you forward and you’re back to looking at Ransom. “Daddy, I can’t see.”

“It’s your tears. You’ll be fine. You’re going to have to start relying on Ransom for this silly little stuff now. Just don’t forget about your old man. You haven’t needed me in such a long time. And with that man, you won’t anymore.”

“I’ll always need you. He doesn’t know how to change a flat tire.”

“But you do. This is as it should be. That man is going to love you, take care of you and your baby, and his grandfather, and I’m just going to be your father.”

“The father I want at our house when we have our little nuggie. They’ll need you daddy. Ransom will, too. He’s never had a father. He had a grandfather. But he’ll need you,” he stops you right in front of Ransom, and the sound that releases from your mouth is pure joy. “But I need him.”

“Yeah, yeah. Here’s my daughter. Take her away, but thank you for not taking her too far. And for making her dreams…all her dreams come true,” with a lingering kiss to your cheek, he steps back to sit with your mom, and you just want to hold Ransom. He hated this. Hated being up in front of his family making him vulnerable. If you could wrap a shield around the two of you, it’s exactly what you would do.

“Our vows are just for us, Ran. I’ll hear them later, babe,” giving him a wink, you reach towards his hand, holding it so tightly in yours while the officiant goes through the most simple and sweet ceremony. Anything to keep him comfortable. This was the compromise. Vows that only you and Ransom would hear.

If Ransom isn’t the biggest softie, squeezing your hand gently, while pulling you closer to him. “Is it time?” He whispers with every pause, ready to just kiss you and move on to the party. Repeating his lines, and sliding the ring over your finger.

“Son?” Ransom looks towards the officiant with the biggest smile, “It’s time. You may now kiss your bride. Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. And Mrs. Ransom Drysdale!”

Ransom’s hand wraps around your waist, pulling you tightly up against his hard chest, while you cup his cheek. Kissing him so tenderly, and reveling in the minty taste of his mouth. It was official. He was your husband. The hand on your waist slides over in front, rubbing over your nugget’s tiny little home, and he is unbelieving that this life was his. That he and you were on your way to becoming parents.

“Oh my god, stop kissing,” your dad grunts. You are never going to quit kissing him. Everyday of your life you want to kiss him. Want to love him. Whistles and cheers from everyone else erupts through the guests, but you pull apart smiling up at your best friend.

“I love you, Mr. Drysdale.”

“And I love you Mrs. Drysdale.”

“You know there’s an open bar in the barn,” Harlan looks up at the man who had been lingering outside of the barn the entire time. Never going in. Never saying anything. Just standing there. His eyes transfixed only on you. An expression that was both relieved, and yet sad. “I take it, you know her?”

He nods his head, watching as you peacefully smile up at Ransom, and Ransom’s hand is never far from your belly. Randomly would change the location to rub a thumb over your ring before leaning down to kiss you. “I’m going to have a seat. Care to join? I don’t bite. Normally I conduct these conversations over a round of Go. It is frustratingly packed up in a box, and I can’t get to it. I’m sure you would think it rather odd to have a huge Go board outside of a wedding though.”

“You don’t even know me,” he says, his eyes leaving your beautiful face to look at Harlan as he sits down slowly. Reaching over to pat the bench that Harlan had insisted be put out here for when he needed an extra moment to breathe.

“Do I not? You're fondly staring at either my grandson or his wife. Seeing how Ransom is new in town, it doesn’t take a genius to know that you’re Bunny’s cowboy,” Frank glares over at Harlan, who taps the bench again. “Come on.”

“You should hate me.”

“Why? Tonight is a night of love. I know you see her. Have you happened to look at my grandson? Or are you too busy watching her? Look at how he can’t remove his eyes off her. Sweet love.”

“She looks so beautiful.”

“People often do when they’re in love. There’s a glow to their cheeks. A twinkle in their eyes. And the best part is they can’t stop smiling. A smile that spreads over their entire face. A smile you can see is in their blood. They’re so light and airy. Two people that can’t quit touching each other, smiling at one another, and just being them. She’ll soon bring a baby into our lives, and it’s just as it should be.”

You look over to the exit, worrying about Harlan when you spot Frank. Giving him a strained wave, and you pull Ransom more into you. You didn’t hate him. You hated what he tried to do. Hated that he thought your happiness was worth the risk when he made baseless claims about you and him hooking up.

Frank gives you a nod before turning to sit on the bench with Harlan. His hands running up and down his thighs, “I love her.”

“Loved. It’s past tense.”

“No, I was going to marry her.”

“Did she ever smile at you like that?” Lifting his head up, he looks over to the ridiculously large house of yours and Ransom’s, beyond annoyed that you were living this fantasy life that he could have never provided for you. “If you love her, you’ll let her go. And that’s advice for you. She’s happy, Franklin. She’s married, and carrying my great grandchild in her belly.”

“She always wanted to be a mom. I just thought I was going to be the one that gave that to her,” Frank sighs, turning to look back towards the opening of the barn. Laughter and music spills out, and he looks towards yours and Ransom’s house high up on the mountain. The moon casts the most beautiful silver glow on the home. Reflecting everything into the pool. “I couldn’t have ever given her this though.”

“Did she ever ask you to?” Frank cuts his eyes over to Harlan who pulls out butterscotch hard candies, handing one to Frank. “She didn’t ask Ransom for that. He talked to her sisters. Used her Pinterest. Listened to her stories. That mountain was her dream. Frank, if you ever loved her, you will let her go. Those two deserve each other, and they’re beyond happy. Look at them. You have all night. I’ve seen you lurking. Let her go. Neither one hates you. But don’t come in between my grandson and Bunny again. They need each other. Have a nice night.”

Standing up, Harlan walks back into the barn, bowing his head to you on the way in. You look up at Ransom with a bit of a pained smile. Rubbing your hand up and down his arm as you look at him. “Go talk to him. Tell him to come in and get some food and cake.”

“Ran, you know it’s you I love.”

“I also know there’s unfinished business. You took my last name, and this,” pressing his hand over your stomach, his fingers splay out, and he pulses them on your belly, “This little angel nugget is mine. Ours. Buns, babe, you need this, too,” he leans down, giving you the softest and sweetest kiss on your cheek before acknowledging Frank at the edge of the barn.

Some days you didn’t know if you deserved Ransom or his kindness. Didn’t know how he grew up to be the most kind and trusting people. To you. Love was the only word you could think of to describe it. He loved you enough to trust you with Frank. Even if neither of you fully trusted him.

“You look good, kid,” Frank croaks out when you hold your hands out for a hug. “Care to share a dance with me?” You allow him to lead you onto the dance floor, grabbing his hands to get into position as you sway around. “There’s really a baby in there?”

“Yeah, little nugget. Ransom and I have been planning the nursery. I’m going to paint a mural. Bucky keeps calling the baby a chicken butt. Not to me, but to Ransom.”

“I’m sorry. You were right. You gave me every sign of how unhappy you were. And I…you’re where you belong. I just can’t help but think that I lost everything that I ever wanted today. He gets it all; the house, the baby, and the wedding. Do you ever regret our relationship?” Shaking your head no, you take a peek over towards your handsome husband who was talking to your sisters. Using big hands, and grand facial expressions.

“Why not?”

“I believe everything happens for a reason. I learned what I didn’t want. But more importantly, it gave me the push that I needed to get out of here. Took my ass to Boston, and came back with my best friend. I should thank you. You were the first hurdle to reach Ransom.”

“So, it’s all my fault that you met that pretty boy? Ugh, I guess that means you should tell me thank you. Without me, you wouldn’t have this life. You know, my life isn’t terrible either. Got my National championship belt again.”

“Thank you. Thank you for our happy times, but thank you for leading me to my future. Frank, I want you to have everything you could ever dream of. You. Your dreams. Our dreams didn’t align together. We were just meant to be for that amount of time. But I know, you’re going to find someone, and your lives will fit perfectly together. You deserve that. Thank you.”

“Thank you, Bunny. Now, go on. Start your life with Mr. Perfect over there. Enjoy having him in your life, and the baby’s. Thanks for stealing my best friends. You better watch Steve. He looks like he’s talking Claire up. You know how he is.”

“I know. Claire’s a big girl. I’ll see you around, Frank. Take care of yourself. I won’t be there to mend you back up,” Frank takes a deep breath, before leaning in to kiss you on the cheek. Giving a quick tap to your belly before walking out into the night. Leaving you to watch him, wishing you knew everything that Frank was thinking. He was loved. And you hoped that one day he would find love. But until then, you just wanted Ransom.

The man of your dreams. All you had ever wanted, and then some. Turning back to see him completely stop the conversation with your sisters when he sees you alone. A bright smile on his face when steps away from them. A direct walk right over to you looking every bit the dream you had always dreamed. The man you had wished for so many times, just up on that mountain. His cheeks are brighter than you had ever seen them.

“Mrs. Drysdale, are you ready to spend our first night at home?”

“Yes, Mr. Drysdale. Wait, who has Gucci tonight?”

“Your parents. Harlan is staying with them along with most of your sisters. I think. Claire may be going home with Steve. And I really don’t care about any of them. Our sweet girl is taken care of, and now I’d like to take care of my wife.”

“Okay, Ransom. Let’s drive the Beemer up to our home. Make love until the sun comes up,” There was no need for an official departure Noelle and her husband notice you and Ransom walking hand in hand as you head up to your home. You can’t even stop looking at him. Your long journey was worth all the wait.

Opening up your door, Ransom helps you get in. The party dress is much more manageable than your wedding dress. Jumping into the car, his fingers weave into yours, and he pulls your hand up to his mouth as he kisses along your knuckles. Holding your hand to his mouth the entire time you drive up to the house, giving you the sweetest kisses over your knuckles. Running over to your side as he helps you out.

Your home. It was finished. And you and Ransom wanted the first time having sex as husband and wife to be in your home. Leading you into the house, he turns around, and starts softly kissing along the column of your neck. Walking backwards as he pulls you to the master suite.

“Ran,” you breathlessly say as he pulls you further into the home. “Ran, baby,” his hands slide around your waist as he drags you into the bedroom. Drifting up to the top, connecting to your zipper, “Ransom Drysdale. We have got to say our vows. I promised they would only be for you. But.”

He whispers out your name. Licking his lips as if the sound of your name was the most decadent dessert he had ever tasted, “Bunny, I love you,” he pants out, kissing on your lips again. “I love you in a way that I have never loved before. I love our life. And our life that we made. I never saw myself as a father, even though I wanted kids. The thought of spending my life with someone I couldn’t stand was always in the back of my mind. And now we’re here, and she’s there, and we’re doing this. And Bunny, it’s all because of you. You made me believe in myself, and in us. And now…look at us.”

His hand finds his resting place on your stomach, and that bottom lip juts out a bit, “This is ours, and we made this happen in pure love. You’ll never know how much that this means to me, because you didn’t have to do this for us. I love you.”

“Ran, you’re making me cry, and I just can’t see properly,” raising up on your tiptoes you give him a chaste kiss. Lowering yourself slowly, you give him the most beaming smile. Holding both your hands as you lick the saline off your lips.

“I’m so proud of you, and of us, and of this life we’re making. On our terms because this is what we want. Not because we feel obligated. We created this path and journey, and I can never tell you how proud I am enough. I can never tell you just how much I love you. You never believe me, but I will make sure that my life’s journey is proving to you how worthy you are of love. Of my love, and just how much I want you every day. You were worth every heartache that I had to have to get to this. You are worth every frog that I ever kissed. And you are worth every wish that I ever made in this exact spot. I swear you made them build our bedroom over the place that me and my sisters would lay at.”

“In all those wishes I wanted a man like you. Loyal, kind, smart, protective, loving, creative, handsome, tall, blue eyes, good teeth, loves my family, a good father, my best friend, smelled good, and so much more. It’s like you were handpicked and made just for me. Here’s to the start of forever.”

The thought of not touching him skin on skin is too unbearable, and you run your hand up his chest, around his neck, and pull him down for a lingering and desperate kiss. Cupping his cheeks as he slowly starts undoing the zipper of your dress. His hand drifts down your spine, making you feel all tingly as slick pools at your core.

Your hands go to his shoulders as you push off his jacket. Your trembling fingers move to his buttons as he dips his hand under your dress to grip at your ass cheeks. Getting his buttons done completely before the two of you are left to remove the undone articles of clothing. Stepping out of the dress, you press your body up against his. Heated and aching for each other.

Clamoring at his belt and pants, and when the heavy material drops down, he removes your bra, and wraps his arm around your body, taking the two of you down to the bed. Hovering over you while a hand drifts under the elastic of your barely there panties, “The best part about your pregnancy is you're always horny and wet,” he moans, pumping two fingers into your quivering cunt.

“Shh,” you pant out pulling him back down for a bruising kiss. Biting at his lip gently as he pushes off the back of his shoes with his feet. Pulling down his boxer briefs, and moaning into his mouth when his cock springs free. Thick and heavy, leaking precum on your thigh.

He gives your panties a little tug before he’s lifting off you completely and goes down to his knees. “I want you and I naked all night long. These shoes included,” lithe fingers move over your sticky skin as he pulls off your shoes, taking a moment to remove his own socks. A trail of sweet kisses paint up your legs before yanking apart your thighs.

Sighing when he sees your glistening honey leak from your panties, and coat your thighs. “Don’t rip them,” you choke out, and Ransom changes his motions to drift them off your body. Standing up straight, and you look up at your husband. Statuesque. Your eyes looking all down his front. Tracing an outline of every hill and body that creates his hard torso. Right down to his quaking cock. In need of something warm and tight.

His fist goes around his cock, giving the member a few pumps as your own hand plays with your clit. “Ransom Drysdale you better get over me in this bed, and fuck your wife.”

“I was being sweet and looking at that little pooch of your belly,” stopping your motions you spread your velvety lips apart, letting him see just how wet you are. Letting him see your fingers dip into your tight channel. He needs to hear how wet you are. “That’ll do it,” he mumbles, placing a knee on the bed and it sinks down with his weight.

You keep your legs spread wide to accommodate his thick frame, but his teasing continues. He runs his tip up and down through your slick. Coating his bulbous mushroom with your juices, leaving you whimpering out his name like an innocent girl having sex for the first time.

Staring only into his eyes when he slowly starts to push through your walls. Gaping you open as he slowly slides into your warmth. Becoming one like you have done so many times before, but this feels brand new. His body sinks lower the deeper he goes. Not stopping until he is balls deep, and he settles his weight on his forearms.

“I’m not hurting you?”

“No, Ran. Or the baby. Just…oh my god,” you sigh as his hips rare back, and he fucks back into you hard. “Yeah, I like when you have me pinned down like this.”

“We better enjoy it while we can.”

“Stop talking about the baby as you fuck me. Not this time. Just…yes. Yeah, Ran just like that,” he lets his hips rail into you as he kisses up your neck. Giving your jaw nips as he makes his way to your mouth. Kissing over your kiss swollen lips and swallowing every sweet sound you make as he ruts into you.

Wrapping your legs around him, you pull him completely into you. You want to feel his entire weight on you. Every part of him is yours, and you own every inch of him. Sobbing into his mouth as the pleasure rushes towards your nether regions. He felt so fucking good. Pushing into you with this fervent need. You had the rest of your lives. Right now is complete desperation.

A buildup of being away from each other the night before and that morning. So in love and close enough to touch. Looking like a fairytale dream, but now you could touch him the way you had been craving. Could have him closer to you than any man has ever been in your life, because you let him fully into your heart. Completely into your soul. And he listened to every word. Protected you with every breath that he took, every beat of his heart. He is your everything, and he made sure to tell you daily that you were his.

Ransom snakes his hands down to yours, lacing his fingers with yours before he slams them above your head. Leaving you breathless as the only man you had ever truly loved takes control of your body. Grunting into your mouth with each thrust. The rumble from his chest going straight to your stretched out core.

A puddle in every sense of the word. You, yourself, were a puddle for Hugh Ransom Drysdale, and judging by the echoing squelching sounds in the room, your juices had created a puddle underneath you. A pure love with the most filthy outcome.

“Ran!” You moan into his mouth. Your fingers dig into his as your walls flutter around him. Gulping when your whole body lights on fire. “Ransom!”

“I know,” his voice nearly growls, but he doesn’t change his pace. Doesn’t stop even though his balls tighten up. Saying your name like a prayer when he grabs your hand tighter.

“Ransom, baby…oh god! I’m coming! I’m coming!”

Screeching out in your release when your walls clench down around him. Holding him tightly. Milking him until his warm seed plants deep inside of you, and the both of you moan into the other. He drops your hands, and rolls the two of you over. Pulling you on top of him, but never leaving your warmth. Your fingers explore each other’s skin like the most delicate scientist. Holding him like the precious human that he was.

“Buns…”

“I know, Ran. This is our every day. Every day in this house. Every day with you.”

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The door slowly opened to the ramen shop much to the dismay of many of the current patrons. A lone figure hurried themselves through and closed the door behind them with dubious haste.

Standing in the entrance the figure jittered back and forth to shake off the accumulated snow they’d gather on the journey over as a waitress stepped forward to greet them.

“Welcome to Broth Quarter,” the female human said in a cheerful voice, “do you have a reservation?”

The figure approached the waitress, looking around nervously.

“Yes,” they began unsteadily, “it-it should be under Johnstone.”

The waitress’s expression stiffened for but a moment before her smile returned.

“Of course,” she began as she stepped around the hostess podium, “we have been expecting you and have your private room all ready.” Leading back into the warm restaurant they turned and motioned for the figure to follow.

As the pair made their way through the laughing crowds of the patrons the figure was taken through a backdoor at the rear of the main room.

On the opposite side of the door was a long hallway lined with doorways on either side. As Johnstone followed the waitress down the hallways they were unnerved by the lack of noise in comparison to the front of the restaurant. The only sound that could be heard was the thudding of their snow boots slushing against the plush carpet and that did little to comfort them.

As Johnstone passed yet another unremarkable door in the hallway it jutted open without warning and another waitress stepped into the hallway nearly giving the figure a heart attack. Even more confounding was that the moment the door had opened the hallway had become awash with the sound of riotous laughter and clinking of bottles and glasses together.

The waitress that had stepped out of the room was carrying several trays and glasses stacked in each hand in a feat of dexterity that made Johnstone stop in awe as they walked back towards the kitchen. While the door remained open the figure could see several species gathered around a table in what appeared to be a celebration.

A Draxic lizard man was standing at the front of them singing poorly to a song that had been circulating the radio channels lately while the rest looked on and cheered in their drunken haze.

Before Johnstone could see anymore the door slammed shut and the silence of the hallway returned. When the figure turned back from the doorway he was startled again to find their waitress waiting patiently for them.

“Please continue to follow me.” She said calmly. “And do refrain from interrupting our other guests.”

Johnstone nodded but said nothing as they resumed their walk down the hallway.

After making several turns and descending a flight of stairs the waitress stood next to a doorway at the end of the hall.

“Your guests are already inside and waiting for you; if you need anything please feel free to use the room buzzer and I shall be along shortly.”

With that the waitress walked past the figured and headed back the way they had come, leaving the figure alone in front of the ominous door.

Taking hold of the doorknob, Johnstone turned it slowly and pulled open door to the private room.

Whatever the figure had been expecting the meeting place to be it certainly was not what they were seeing now.

The interior of the room was lined with lavishly decorated walls of the riches reds and golds they had ever seen, countless paintings of a staggering variety hung like trophies everywhere, the chairs upholstery so fine it looked as if it had never been used; but most lavish of all was the figure already sitting at the table at the center of the room with a waiter standing silently to their side with a crystal bottle in their hands.

In contrast to the bright pure white of the tablecloth, the human sitting at the table wore a trimmed black suit with a white handkerchief tucked in their upper left pocket. The human was already carving up a piece of red meat on their plate into smaller pieces and feeding it into their mouth. They closed their eyes with each bite as if the morsel of food had overloaded their brain with flavor.

When they opened their eyes again they noticed the figure standing in the doorway and set down their utensils.

“Please do come in and join me.” They said, stopping only to cough into their hand before reaching for a glass of a strange red liquid and taking several sips.

“I do hope you will forgive me that I ordered before you, but I have been running around all over the city and was simply famished.”

Snapping their fingers the waiter at their side set down the bottle and stepped forward.

“Would you be so kind as to remove Mrs. Johnstone’s coat?” they spoke before cutting another small piece of meat.

The waiter hurried over to Ms. Johnstone and held out their hands. Mrs. Johnstone hesitated for a moment before turning around and allowing the waiter to lift off the snow jacket.

In contrast to the lavish human at the table, Mrs. Johnstone wore a simple yellow and purple dress. Breathing holes had been cut into the body of the outfit to allow Mrs. Johnstone’s heat glands to release pent up heat. When the heat was released it gave the appearance that she was standing over a subway grate causing her clothing to flutter subtly.

Her species had evolved on this frozen world and had adapted to produce large amounts of heat to compensate for the extreme cold. Once they had been discovered by the intergalactic community and had their quality of life increase substantially they no longer needed to store so much heat within their bodies and would frequently vent it to maintain a new normal temperature.

The human at the table eyed Ms. Johnstone for a moment before remarking “Yellow is most certainly your color.”

“My mate would be angry to hear you make such a bold statement.” She replied with the hint of anger.

“Forgive me, “the human remarked setting down his utensils and standing up, “I meant it as a compliment and intended no disrespect.”

Mrs. Johnstone pondered over the human’s words before taking the seat opposite him.

“Would you like something to eat?” the human said as they sat back down and resumed their meal. “I would recommend the steak with a side of freshly mashed potatoes and asparagus.”

Mrs. Johnstone looked confused. “The front of the store was a ramen shop, why would they have a steak?”

To her surprise the human laughed. “Don’t let that front fool you,” they said as they cut off another bite, “if I told them I wanted a pizza made out of spaghetti they would make it; because they know well enough that I pay them not to be picky with me.”

“Thank you,” Johnstone replied, “but I am not feeling hunger at this time.”

The human nodded and finished off his bite with another sip from his glass.

“Straight to business then, I can respect that.”

Snapping his fingers again the waiter from before stepped forward and cleared away the human’s plate and refilled his glass.

“Let’s hear your problem.”

Mrs. Johnstone opened her mouth to speak but stopped herself. Her several eyes looking around the room; especially focusing on the waiter still standing there.

“Don’t mind him,” the human said after seeing her unease, “the cooks aren’t the only ones I pay well enough to know better.”

With that final doubt put to rest, Mrs. Johnstone began.

“Ten rotations ago I found my offspring Maria collapsed on the ground of her room when I came back from the office.” Mrs. Johnstone said. “I rushed her to the hospital and the doctors found that she was in the advanced stages of Crystalis.”

The human’s eyebrows raised in confusion so Mrs. Johnstone elaborated. “It’s a disease among my people that begins within the heart and slowly begins crystalizing the blood cells that pumps through it. Eventually the blood becomes so hard it begins to cut the veins of the patient from the inside causing massive internal bleeding before expiring.”

Sitting up straight the human put his hand over his chest and nodded to her. “You have my deepest sympathies Mrs. Johnstone. No parent wishes to see their child in pain.”

“Thank you.” She spoke before continuing. “The disease has no cure but individuals can survive it if they undergo a procedure involving a heart transplant followed by a full body blood transfusion to replace the crystalized blood cells.”

Nodding the human rapped their fingers on the table.

“That is wonderful to hear.” The human said, “So is your problem that you need funds to afford what is no doubt an expensive surgery?”

Mrs. Johnstone shook her head. “I am on the board for the largest trading company in the quadrant,” she said rather boastfully, “money is of no concern to me.”

“Forgive me for saying this then,” the human said softly, “but why exactly are you here then if the means to fixing the problem are already within your reach?”

Mrs. Johnstone gripped the arms of her chair tight enough that everyone in the room could hear them creaking and groaning under the pressure.

“My daughter has a rare blood type and there are no available transplants in cold storage.” She said as tears began to form in every one of her eyes. “By the time they create one it will be too late.”

“Ah,” the human spoke up again as realization finally dawned on them, “so the problem you have is you need a healthy heart to save your daughter, but there isn’t one ready in time; is that it?”

Mrs. Johnstone stifled her sobs and looked at the human.

“I was told by…..well I was told that you were someone who could get your hands on anything.” She leaned forward, resting her arms on the table. “Is this something you could obtain for me?”

The human leaned back in their chair, clasping their hands in silence; their eyes locked in stare with Mrs. Johnstone’s. He opened and closed his hands several times before holding out his hand to the waiter.

As if on que the waiter left the human’s side and retrieved a data pad resting on a nearby piece of furniture and placed it into their hand.

Flicking his fingers rapidly on the screen, Mrs. Johnstone watched the human as the light of the pad flickered across their face as they scrolled down several lists. They stopped scrolling for a second and stroked their chin reading something.

“How soon do you need this?” they asked without looking up.

“It would need to be in her within the next five days.” Mrs. Johnstone replied without hesitation.

The human mumbled something to themselves and continued scrolling. The room became as deathly quiet as the outside hallway had been with only the occasional beep and chirp from the data pad to break the silence. The quiet and suspense was almost too much for Mrs. Johnstone to handle and just as she was about to speak the human spoke first.

“We could have it within two days.” The human said as they looked up from the data pad. “But it won’t be cheap.”

Now with a final glimmer of hope Mrs. Johnstone jumped at the opportunity. “Like I said before, money is not a problem. The life of my daughter is worth any price.”

Handing off the data pad to the waiter the human smiled. “Your daughter is lucky to have such a caring mother like you.”

“Is there any way to get it to her sooner?” Mrs. Johnstone asked. “If it is a matter of price-“

“It’s not about the money.” The human cut her off. He paused to take a sip of his drink before continuing. “We need to track down these…donors, and test them to make sure their heart is healthy; and that can be a lengthy process.”

This surprised Mrs. Johnstone. “I did not expect your services to be so thorough.”

“My business is strictly word of mouth to a very particular clientele,” the human remarked, “and if it got out that my services were lacking, well; you could imagine what a damage to my business that would be.”

Mrs. Johnstone nodded as the human continued. “Just as it would be less then beneficial if we acquired this item for you and you refused to pay us afterwards.”

Catching their meaning Mrs. Johnstone nodded immediately. “I would not be where I am today if my word did not have a similar credibility.” She remarked.

“Then we have an understanding!” The human stood up and smiled as he walked over to her.

“I can pay you now-“ she began but was casually dismissed with a wave of the human’s hand.

“We can discuss money after we bring you that special order in two days.” He said as he beckoned her to rise, “You just go back to the hospital and tell your Maria that everything is going to be alright.”

Mrs. Johnstone rose to her feeling an overwhelming sense of joy for the first time since her offspring was taken to the hospital. It was beyond belief that soon things would be normal again for her and her family.

“I lack the words of gratitude to share with you.” She said as she clasped the human’s hand. “You have saved my family Mr. Johnstone.”

“Thank you,” the human replied with a grin, “but that’s not my name as much as it’s not yours either.”

Looking confused, the human elaborated as they reached the door.

“In this line of work names can be threads that can be tugged on in all the wrong ways, so it’s safer to use a name that leads nowhere.”

“But why Johnstone?” the alien asked no longer needing to keep up the charade, to which the human shrugged.

“He was a smuggler on my world a long time ago who taught me a lovely lesson about profit.”

“Which was?”

The human stopped at the door and looked at the alien. “Principles are fine, but when there are goods only you can provide, profit is even finer.”

#HUMANS ARE WEIRD #humans are space orcs #humans are insane #humans are space oddities #scifi #story #writing #original writing

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adore-laur · 7 months

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SUMMERBOY

— a summery southpaw flashback🍦

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JUNE, 1987

Cocoa Beach was where Harry first laid eyes on the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

On a sunny day by the ocean, he admired her through the flimsy mesh of the volleyball net during a recreational game of girls versus boys. Her painted toenails stood before the serving line that had been drawn by gliding a piece of driftwood through the scorching sand. She wore a clementine-colored bikini while her golden hair fell over the straps in majestic waves. She was so ethereal, with the sun shining down on her and accentuating the natural beauty she lavishly possessed.

She managed an effortless topspin serve, the smack of her palm against the leather ball in perfect time with the start of a song about emotions in motion coming from a nearby boombox.

As for Harry, his emotions were thoroughly in motion.

A dollface like hers was rare. With tan, satiny skin, dark brown eyes, and plump lips of absolute perfection, her features caused his stomach to erupt with summertime butterflies. Thankfully, the sunglasses he had on hid his blatant ogling. He didn't even know her name or where she was from, but he had a strangely intense feeling that told him he was meant to find out.

Thwack!

Without warning, the volleyball hit Harry square in the forehead. His sunglasses flew off as his ass fell backward onto the sand. His vision blackened around the edges while his brain experienced a high-magnitude earthquake.

"I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

His ears rang, yet he could barely make out a soft voice laced with concern. Some of his friends crowded around him, yet one person nudged their way through like how the sun gloriously peeked past the clouds that morning.

Oh… the girl he'd been admiring. How terribly embarrassing.

"Y-yeah," Harry stuttered. He rubbed his pounding temples and blinked fast to clear his blurry sight. "All good. You have a powerful serve."

Doe-like eyes stared at him apprehensively. "Do you feel dizzy? Should I call an ambulance? Is the sun too bright for you?"

"No," he replied, laughing. "I'm sure I'll just have a bruise. No need to worry."

She crouched and moved her dainty pointer finger back and forth in front of his face. He followed it, mesmerized. After repeating the motion a few times, she said, "Okay, your eyes seem to be focused."

He bit back a smirk. "I'm glad they are."

"What's your name?" she asked, ignoring his charm.

"Harry Styles." He gave her his best dimpled smile. "What's yours?"

Gently touching the bump forming on his forehead, she continued, "And how old are you?"

"Nineteen." He would have been lying if he had said his skin wasn't on fire, heat blooming everywhere. "What's your name?" he repeated.

She pursed her pretty lips in thought. "What day is it today?"

Harry quickly realized she wasn't trying to get to know him—she was conducting a memory loss test. "Uh... Sunday," he answered defeatedly, his ego deflating a little. A lot, actually.

"Well done." She dusted off her sandy legs and stood up. "I don't think you have a concussion. Just some slight swelling."

"Thank you, nurse."

She narrowed her eyes and sassily put a hand on her hip. "However, you need to stay hydrated. Here, let me grab my orange juice."

"Your orange—" His dream girl was off and running under the volleyball net before he could speak any further. Wiping sweat from his hairline, Harry waited patiently while grooving along to the rock music playing from a group of teenagers' boombox farther down the beach strip.

When she returned, his body delightfully shuddered at how her skin seemed to glow under the summer sky. Thrusting forward a clear bottle of orange juice, she said, "My name is Sawyer Clemente, by the way."

Sawyer. Such a unique name for someone who felt so familiar to him. He wouldn't have minded if those two syllables rolled off his tongue for eternity.

"Thank you, Sawyer," he chirped, taking the ice-cold bottle from her. He held it up to his parched mouth, but right before he took a swig, he asked, "Pulp or no pulp?"

"No pulp," she said, tapping her acrylic nails against her arm. "I'm not a psychopath."

His head lulled back as he smiled lazily. "Whoa, am I hallucinating? I think you're perfect for me."

She snorted, unimpressed, yet a pink flush colored her cheeks. "Are you seriously flirting with me?"

"Dunno. Do you want me to be?”

"Not really. I have a boyfriend."

Harry swore under his breath. "Is he nice to you?"

"Yes, he is." Sawyer glanced around, furrowing her eyebrows when she spotted her friends abandoning the game and congregating near the water. "Well, I'm going to get ice cream now. I’m truly sorry about hitting your head."

He should have been thanking her since he didn't know if he would have been able to find the courage to talk to her otherwise. Typically, he could walk up to anyone and strike up a conversation, but something about her made him the good kind of anxious.

"Are you up for a game of 1v1 volleyball?" Harry asked abruptly, hoping he could suggest a way to spend more time with her without sounding like a desperate loser.

"No, thank you," she said politely. "Boys play unfairly. Plus, it's hot out, and I need something to cool me down."

She was off again, like some unreachable enigma he couldn't quite grasp. Her steps were delicate, and her wavy hair bounced with each one. Harry forgot where he was for a second while getting lost in her movements. She was captivatingly magnetic, and it would be a downright shame if he never saw her again.

Blinking out of his trance, he watched her head over to an unoccupied beach umbrella close to the shore with a melting ice cream cone in her hand. Would it be annoying if he walked over there? Possibly. Was he going to do it anyway? Absolutely.

Harry got up, taking a few seconds to restore his balance, then jogged over while rubbing his forehead to ensure there wasn't a huge bump. That would have been the pinnacle of embarrassment.

Once he was next to Sawyer, she looked at him unamusedly. "This better be worth it, summerboy."

He was the one blushing now. "Hello. Hi. Vanilla, right?"

"It's Sawyer."

Harry swallowed, internally panicking, and scratched the back of his neck. "I meant your ice cream flavor."

Her eyes sparkled with mischief. How were they able to do that when they were so dark? "Yeah, I know," she said casually. "I was just joking."

"Oh. Oh, my bad."

Scrunching her nose, she giggled quietly. "You're funny. I've never met a boy like you."

"What's a boy like me?" he asked.

"Someone I could be friends with. You backed off when I said I had a boyfriend. That was nice of you." Sawyer licked her ice cream and shrugged nonchalantly. "It's rare for Florida boys to take the hint."

"You'd want to be friends with me?"

"If you want," she mumbled around a bite of her wafer cone.

"'Kay. Sick." Harry nudged her elbow with his own. "Let's be friends."

"Are you in the mood for a friendly game of chicken fight in the water?"

"Duh. If I win, though, you have to go out to eat with me. Friends need to get to know each other, don't they?"

Sawyer smiled and threw her hair in a ponytail. "Deal."

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#harry styles blurb #harry styles imagine #harry styles au #harry styles fluff #harry styles x oc #harry styles fanfic #harry styles #adore-laur #summerboy #southpaw series

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poseidonsdaughterthesiren · 4 months

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The Daughter of Poseidon: Chapter Four

A/N: Okay...this is really long lol. Hope you guys enjoy it!

Della, Piper, and Rachel arrive just as the songs end. Della pats Piper on the back and goes to sit next to Annabeth and Jason.

“Are you okay?” whispers Annabeth.

“For now,” Della whispers back.

Jason’s eyes are locked on her. He opens his mouth to say something–

Chiron clears his throat. “Very nice! A special welcome to our new arrivals. I am Chiron, the camp activities director, and I’m happy you have all arrived here alive and with most of your limbs attached. In a moment we’ll get to s’mores but first–”

“What about capture the flag?” asks Danny, one of the Aries kids.

At this point Della kind of zones out. She hears bits of the conversation. The dragon. Damn, Beckendorff for rebuilding that thing. It’s been a huge problem. Della focuses instead on the campfire. The flames dance. Little flickers flutter up creating small pictures. They start to form a face, a familiar face–it almost looks like–

“We will have to be patient,” says Chiron, “In the meantime, we have more pressing matters to discuss.” “Percy?” asks a younger Apollo camper.

The fire dims a bit as anxiety floods around the campfire.

Chiron gestures to Annabeth.

Annabeth rises and steps forward a bit. “I didn’t find Percy.” Beth’s voice catches a bit at Percy’s name. The flames illuminate her brown eyes. “He was not at the Grand Canyon like I thought. But we’re not giving up. We’ve got teams everywhere. Grover, Tyson, Nico, the Hunters of Artemis–everyone’s out there looking. We will find him. Chiron’s talking about something different. A new quest.”

“It’s the Great Prophecy isn’t it?” asks Drew.

Surprise spills over the crowd. Drew never really speaks at these things.

“Drew?” Annabeth says. “What do you mean?”

“Well come on.” She spreads her arms out like it’s obvious. “Olympus is closed. Percy’s missing. Hera sends you a vision and you come back with three new demigods in one day. I mean, something weird is going on. The Great Prophecy has started right?”

All eyes were on Rachel, who pats Piper on the arm.

“Well you’re the oracle,” says Drew, “Has it started or not?”

Rach had that look her determined oracle look. “Yes, the Great Prophecy has begun.”

Chaos erupts like a volcano around the fire.

Jason scoots closer to Della. “You okay?” He whispers.

“Never better. Thanks, Hercules.” Della smirks in the firelight.

Jason tenses at the nickname.

“For those who have not heard the prophecy,” Rachel says, “the Great Prophecy was my first prediction. It arrived in August it goes like this:

Eight half-bloods shall answer the call.

To storm or fire the World must fall–”

Jason startles from his spot next to Della. He may as well have been electrocuted.

Even Rachel is taken off guard, “J-Jason, what is–”

What Jason spat out next was definitely not English, but if Della had to guess was Latin. Judging by Rachel’s face she’s translated what he said..

“You-you finished it,” Rachel stammered. –an oath to keep with a final breath/And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death. How did you–”

“I know those lines,” Jason winced, “I don’t know how, but I know that prophecy.” He winces again and puts a hand on his forehead.

Della stands up and places a hand on his shoulder.

Drew glares at her and is not alone in the sentiment. Piper is also not happy with Della’s gesture.

Jason sits down embarrassment evident on his face.

Della follows suit.

“It’s okay,” she whispers, “should’ve seen me the first day I was here.” Her lips turn up in a soft smile.

Jason doesn’t look convinced but nods.

Rachel is shaken. She glances back at Chiron for guidance.

Chiron looks like a gloomy gargoyle. Silent and distant. Almost as if he’d seen this film before and didn’t like the ending.

Well,” Rachel says, trying to regain composure. “So, yeah that’s the great prophecy. We hoped it might not happen for years, but I fear it’s starting now. I can’t give you proof. It’s just a feeling. And like Drew said, some weird stuff is happening. The eight demigods, whoever they are, have not gathered yet. I get the feeling some are here. Some are not.”

Murmurs of anxiety lace themselves around the fire almost like a noose. Until Clovis slightly eased the tension thinking they were taking roll call.

“Anyway,” Rachel continues, “we don’t know what the Great Prophecy means. We don’t know what challenge the demigods will face, but since the first Great Prophecy predicted the Titan War, we can guess the second Great Prophecy will predict something at least that bad.”

“Or worse,” mutters Chiron.

“What we do know,” Rachel says, “is that the first phase has begun. A major problem has arisen, and we need a quest to solve it. Hera, the queen of the gods has been taken.”

Stunned silence envelops the campfire. Then like a hundred campers all talk at once. Chiron stomps his hoof for order, and Rachel waits to get their attention again.

Rachel then spent the next few minutes catching everyone up on the events prior. From the Grand Canyon–Gleson Hedge’s sacrifice–to Piper and Della’s vision–to Jason’s vision.

“Jason,” Rachel says, “Um��do you remember your last name?”

Jason shakes his head no.

“We’ll just call you Jason then,” Rachel says, “Hera has issued you this quest.”

All eyes are on Jason. Jason looks calm and brave. Much braver than Della did when tasked with her first quest. But this was not his first quest.

“I agree.”

“You must save Hera to prevent a great evil,” Rachel continues, “Some sort of king from rising. For reasons we don’t understand yet, it must happen by winter solstice, four days from now.”

“The council day of the gods,” says Annabeth, “If they don’t already know she’s missing, they will notice her absence by then.”

“That’ll end well,” says Della, “They’ll probably break out fighting. Accusing each other of taking her. Their usual M.O.”

“The Winter Solstice,” Chiron speaks up, “is also a time of great darkness. The gods gather on that day, as mortals always have because there is strength in numbers. The solstice is a day when evil magic is strong. Ancient magic, older than the gods. It is a day when things…stir.”

The tone he uses makes Della shiver. It sounds sinister–like it was a first-degree felony, not something you did to cookie dough.

“Okay,” Annabeth says, glaring at the centaur, “Thank you, Captain Sunshine. Whatever’s going on, I agree with Rachel. Jason has been chosen to lead this quest so–”

“Why hasn’t he been claimed?” someone yells from the Aries group. “If he’s so important–”

“He has been claimed,” Chiron announced, “Long ago. Jason, give them a demonstration.

Jason doesn’t seem to understand right away. He glances at Della one more time before he steps forward. Della has to admit he is pretty handsome in the firelight. She suddenly realizes she’s been staring for too long. Off to the side, Annabeth smirks at her. Della mouths back at her Shut up!

Jason reaches into his pocket pulls out a golden coin and flips it. The coin flashes in the air and once he catches it he’s holding a lance-a rod of gold about seven feet long with a spear tip.

The rest of the camp gasps at the sight of the weapon. Annabeth and Rachel step back a few steps to avoid the tip which looks as sharp as an ice pick.

“Wasn’t that…” Annabeth hesitates, “ I thought you had a sword.”

“Um, it came up tails…I think,” Jason says, “Same coin, long-range weapon form.”

Della snorts at his quip.

“Dude I want one!” calls an Aries boy.

“Better than Clarisse’s electric spear, Lamer!” one of his brothers agreed.

“Electric,” Jason mutters like it was a good idea. “Back away.”

Annabeth and Rachel get the message. Jason raises the javelin and thunder breaks open in the sky. Every hair on Della’s arms stands straight up. Lightening arches through the golden spear point and hits the campfire like a ballistic artillery shell explosion.

The smoke clears with a stunned Camp Half-Blood—half-blind and half-covered in dust. Cinders rain down from where the fire was a few seconds ago. A burning log impales itself a few inches from Clovis who sleeps with a loud snore.

A sheepish Jason lowers the lance, “Um…sorry.”

Chiron brushes some burning coals out of his beard. He grimaces as though all his worst fears were confirmed. “A little overkill, perhaps, but you’ve made your point. And I believe we all know who your father is.”

“Jupiter,” Jason says, “I mean Zeus. Lord of the Sky.”

Pandemonium encapsulates the campfire for the millionth time this evening. People keep asking question after question after question. Annabeth raises her arms out,

“Hold it!” she says, “How can he be a son of Zeus? The Big Three…their pact not to have mortal kids….how could we have not known about him sooner?”

Chiron says nothing. He knows the answer Della can tell but he can’t tell them.

“The important thing,” says Rachel, “is that Jason is here now. He has a quest to fulfill, which means he will need his own prophecy.”

She closes her eyes and swoons backward. A couple of campers catch her before she can hit the ground. Another fetches the stool and they ease Rachel onto it. It is rather dark without the fire, but Della sees the familiar green smoke swirl from Rachel’s feet.

She opens her glowing eyes. Emerald smoke issues from her mouth. The voice that emerges is raspy and ancient. Della feels goosebumps along her arms.

“Child of Lightning, beware the earth,

The giants revenge the eight shall birth,

Daughter of the Sea serves as sight,

The forge and dove shall break the cage,

And death unleash through Hera’s rage.”

Rachel collapses on the last word. But she is caught once again. They lay her to rest in a corner.

“Is that normal?” asks Piper. Everyone's eyes land on her. “I mean does she spew green smoke a lot?”

“Gods you’re dense,” Drew sneers, “She just issued a prophecy–Jason’s prophecy to save Hera! Why don’t you–”

“Drew!” Annabeth and Della snap at the same time. Della nods at Annabeth to continue. “Piper asked a fair question. It’s her first day let alone something about that prophecy definitely isn’t normal. If breaking Hera’s cage unleashes her rage and causes a bunch of death…why would we free her? It might be a trap, or-or Hera will turn on her rescuers. She’s never been kind to heroes.”

Jason rises. “I don’t have much of a choice. Hera took my memories. I need it back. Besides, we can’t just not help the queen of the heavens if she’s in trouble.”

Sure we can, Della thinks to herself.

Nyssa from Cabin Nine stands up. “Maybe. But you should listen to Annabeth. Hera can be vengeful. She threw her son–our dad–down a mountain because he was ugly.”

“Really ugly,” snickers someone in Aphrodite’s cabin.

“Shut up!” yells Nyssa. “Anyways we’ve also got to think–why beware the Earth? And what’s the giant’s revenge? What are we dealing with here that’s powerful enough to kidnap the queen of heaven?”

Annabeth sighs, “It’s Jason’s quest, so it’s his choice. Obviously, he’s the Child of Lightning…and the Daughter of the Sea is of course–”

“Me,” Della says. She rises and makes her way towards Jason. “Guess we’re teammates Hercules.”

“That just leaves the other two. Usually, a prophecy only calls for three but this time it calls for four heroes.”

Like their first quest. The quest that kicked off the Second Titan War. Does that mean–

Travis Stolls yells, “Well, you obviously Annabeth. You have the most experience aside from Della.”

“No, Travis,” Annabeth says, “First off, I’m not helping Hera. Every time I’ve tried, she’s deceived me, or it’s come back to bite me later. Forget it. No way. Secondly, I’m leaving again in the morning to look for Percy.”

Della sags at her words. Her first quest without Percy or Annabeth. She hopes Annabeth finds her brother while she’s gone. A part of her tells her that probably won’t happen.

“It’s connected,” Piper blurts out. “You know that’s true, don’t you? This whole business, your boyfriend’s disappearance–it’s all connected.”

“How?” Demands Drew, “If you’re so smart then how?”

Piper’s mouth hangs open like she’s trying to come up with an answer but she can’t.

Annabeth saves her, “You may be right Piper. If this is connected, I’ll find out from the other end–by searching for Percy. As I said I’m not about to rush off to rescue Hera, even if her disappearance sets off the Olympians fighting again. But there’s another reason I can’t go. The prophecy says otherwise.”

“It says who I pick,” says Jason, “We already have the Daughter of the Sea. The forge is the symbol of Vul–” he glances at Della, “Hephaestus.”

Under the Cabin Nine Banner, Nyssa’s shoulders slump like she’s been given an anvil to carry. “If you have to beware the earth,” she says, “you should probably avoid traveling overland. You’ll need air transport.”

“Too bad the chariots at the bottom of the lake,” another kid from the Hephaestus cabin says.

“Anyways,” Nyssa says, “the pegasi, we’re using them to search for Percy. But maybe the Hephaestus cabin can help figure something else out to help. With Jake incapacitated, I’m senior camper. I can volunteer for the quest.”

She sounds horribly unexcited.

Leo stands up. Has he been here the whole time? He’s been super quiet which doesn’t seem to fit.

Several of his cabinmates try to pull him back down, but Leo resists them.

“No, it’s me. I know it is. I’ve got an idea for this transportation problem. Let me try. I can fix this!”

Jason studies him for a moment. Della can already tell he isn’t going to say no.

“We started together Leo. Seems only right you come along. You find us a ride, you’re in.”

“Yes!” Leo pumps his fist.

Della holds back a giggle. Thankfully, Nyssa warns him of the dangers of quests. Leo seems to deflate a bit but brushes it off.

“Well, then it seems you only need to choose the fourth quest member. The dove–”

“Oh absolutely!” Drew scrambles to her feet so fast. She flashes Jason a smile. “The dove is Aphrodite. Everybody knows that. I am totally yours!”

“Ugh, I think I might throw up,” Della pretends to gag.

Piper laughs until she realizes Drew is serious. Her hands clench into fists. “No.”

Drew rolls her eyes. “Oh please, what are you going to do dumpster girl?”

“I had the vision. Not you.”

“Anyone can have a vision. You were just in the right place at the right time.” She turns to Jason, “Look fighting is all fine, and people who have to build things….” I suppose someone has to get their hands dirty. And I suppose Jackson’s guidance is needed. But you need charm on your side. I can be persuasive. I could help a lot.”

Everyone murmurs how right Drew is and Della is trying so hard not to agree.

“Well…” Annabeth says “Given the wording of the prophecy”

“No!” Piper’s voice is different, somewhat richer like a fine wine. “I’m supposed to go.”

Then there were mutters about how Piper has a compelling point. Drew looks ready to throw a dagger.

“Get over it!” Drew snarls, “Besides what can Piper do?”

Piper looks at a loss for words.

“I’m sure she has more modest reasons to go other than just pure vanity Drew,” Della says cooly.

Jason places his hand over his mouth to cover a laugh. There are more mutters in the crowd but no one really seems convinced.

“Well,” Drew says smugly, “I guess that settles it.”

Suddenly, there’s a collective gasp around the fire. Everyone stares at Piper like she’s just exploded.

“What?” Piper asks looking at Della who points at the glowing symbol above Piper’s head.

When Piper glances down she’s in a beautiful sleeveless white gown with a v-neck so low Della would’ve been murdered by Percy. Delicate gold arm bands circle her biceps. An intricate assortment of amber, coral, and gold flowers glitter her chest and hair.

“Oh my god, what’s happened,” Piper says.

Annabeth points at the dagger oiled and gleaming at Piper’s side by a golden chord.

“Holy Shit,” breathes out Della, “I knew it. Piper, you’re gorgeous.”

Drew on the other hand looks ready to die, “No! Not possible!”

“This isn’t me–I don’t understand.”

Chiron folds his front legs and bows to her, and the rest of camp follows his example.

“Hail Piper McLean,” Chiron announces gravelly like he was reading her eulogy, “Daughter of Aphrodite, lady of doves, goddess of love.”

Piper stands there horror-painted her features.

“Hmmm looks like we won’t be needing you after all Drew,” Della says.

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11/10 will be patiently sitting and waiting for another chapter of “Change of Heart”. that man has me WHIPPED and the way you wrote him!? absolutely captivating. <33

Change of Heart

Chapter 02/?? click HERE for this fic’s masterlist!

Reader is a troubled pediatrician at Hawkins lab when she crosses paths with this lovely orderly. Nothing will stand between Peter and his revenge. Not even really pretty distractions.

Pairing: Peter Ballard x f!reader

Word count: 1403

Ratings & warnings: SPOILERS, period typical sexism, violence, blood, NSFW, swearing, no (Y/N). Ratings may change as chapters are being added.

A/N: bit of a backstory on the reader and more character building for these two <3 I also made a little playlist, check it out if you’d like. Also, I will be updating this fic bi-weekly!

Thick, visceral silence fills the hallway as they stare at one another. Him, all long limbs and easy going smiles, clad in the same uniform as always. Her, caught like a deer in headlights in nothing but a pastel nightgown.

“What? You’ve never seen a girl in a nightgown before?” Her tone is cold when she breaks the silence, but he can tell the pediatrician is nervous by the way she crosses her arms in front of her chest, and doesn’t dare to look the tall orderly straight in the eye.

“I have. Just not in here,” his reply has her roll her eyes in the back of her head, but Peter watches the slightest blush creep upon her cheeks. How amusing.

“Forgive me if I’m wrong, doctor, but your shift ended hours ago.”

“Yes, it has,” she is purposefully being evasive, her walls are right back up and stronger than ever after Peter smothered her request earlier that day.

Certain that the door she opened for him prior remains ajar, he reminds himself that surrender is not something that comes to him naturally.

“And yet, you’re still here,” a soft smile graces his lips, signaling that there is no bad intent behind his questions, only curiosity. “Why?”

She sighs, taking in the lanky figure of the orderly in front of her. He towers over her, much taller than she herself is. His hands are folded neatly behind his back like always and despite her indecently dressed body and his fully dressed frame, he keeps a respectable distance between the two of them.

She’s never thought of him as anything but friendly, the way he greets her like clockwork despite her insistence on ignoring her coworkers. And although he shut down her request, she knows he cares for the kids at Hawkins lab. Peter Ballard might be the most trustworthy guy in the entire facility. Really, what’s the worst thing that could happen?

“If I tell you, can we get out of this hallway? There’s cameras everywhere and I don’t need my business discussed like it’s the morning news,” He nods, blond hair falling in sync with the incline of his head.

“I will follow your lead, doctor.”

And so, they arrive back at her office, though it looks more like a makeshift bedroom now. On the floor lies a sleeping pad meant for camping trips, and her uniform is neatly folded and placed on the chair where 015 was sitting earlier that day. On her desk stands an electric kettle and a few dishes, ready to be used.

Peter quietly watches as she puts a large cardigan on over her nightgown before facing him again. His arms are crossed in front of his chest now, and her desk supports his frame as he leans against it.

“Tea?” She’s stalling. He shakes his head.

“I’m more interested in you than I am in tea,” the corner of his mouth twitches up in a smile when she tries to hide her reddened cheeks for the second time that night. How easy she is to coax. “Don’t you have a loving husband to return home to? Why is it that you’re still here, when it’s nearly midnight?”

Eat. Sleep. Work. Reproduce. Die.

That comment seems to set her off, her face brewing up a storm.

“Please, don’t. That is the festering root of my all my problems,” she scoffs, walking over to the desk where Peter’s tall frame is leaning against.

“Your husband?”

A bitter laugh escapes her.

“I’m happily unmarried, Peter,” she explains, lifting herself up upon the desk. He scoots over to give her the space to sit without breaking eye contact.

“But ever since my mother passed, my father is hell bent on finding me a man,” now her guard is lowered, but her fingers are still anxiously tying themselves in knots, Peter notices.

“He wants me to marry a man who can provide for me. He was always against the whole med school thing, but my mother had my back. I graduated some time ago, and my mother passed away not long after,” she bites the inside of her cheek to keep from crying in front of him, afraid of what he might say or think of her.

“He’s old school. He believes women belong in the kitchen and going to university and having a job is just my rebellious phase until I settle down,” she scoffs.

“I would rather die, Peter,” the tone of her voice is so genuine that something deep inside his chest reacts to her words. His lungs seem to expand further against his ribcage and something warm and unfamiliar slashes aggressively, needy, at the base of his belly.

“I would rather die,” she repeats, “than live the life my mother lived. I’d prefer death over having my academic aspirations squashed because I’m busy cooking dinner for a husband who doesn’t see me as a person, raising kids I never wanted and cleaning up after them every single day. Even the idea makes me nauseous.”

“When I told him I wanted to specify in pediatrics, he laughed at me. He said my maternal instinct won after all. God, I was so angry I considered changing my mind.” the memory of it boils her blood all over again until Peter squeezes her clenched fist with his cool hand. He weaves his fingers through hers until her hand relaxes in his. Only then, he lets go.

“What happened today?” He asks.

“He arranged a date for me, tonight. Some desperate old fool who gets off on the thought of having a younger wife,” the tone of her voice is bitter, but he can detect something else in there.

Fear.

“I couldn’t go, Peter,” she says. He understands.

“My dad and I had a fight this morning, right before I left. He told me if I didn’t show up tonight, I shouldn’t bother coming home at all. Ever again,” a shakey sigh leaves her lips. “Dr. Brenner said it was okay for me to use the office, at least for tonight. Tomorrow, I’ll face my dad again. But right now, I just need some time to recharge.”

Eat. Sleep. Work. Reproduce? Live.

She softly bumps his shoulder with her own when he stays silent like he has for most of her rant. Worry settles in her bones.

“I’m sorry. I hope you don’t think badly of me, now. I don’t even think… I mean, I don’t know what I was thinking, really,” she carefully slides off the desk to create some space between herself and the orderly. “I shouldn’t have said anything. Forget I said… anything.”

“You shouldn’t worry about what I think,” her shoulders loosen a bit when the words leave his mouth.

“Or what anyone else thinks. But for what it’s worth, I think you’re a magnificent young woman,” he, too, takes a step away from the desk and towards her, overcome with the sudden urge to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Instead, he digs the heels of his shoes in the solid tiles of her office floor in an attempt to ground himself.

“You shouldn’t have to conform to anyone else’s idea of who you are,” his voice is so soft and his words nearly addictive. She could hear him speak for hours upon hours.

“You don’t think it’s selfish?” she asks, frowning in disbelief at his opinion on the matter.

“It is never selfish to choose yourself, doctor,” he cocks his head to the side and sends her the same comforting smile he gave her earlier, and this time, she smiles back.

“Thank you,” she says, while taking a step closer to him. The cardigan she had put on earlier is starting to slip off her shoulder, and she’s so close now that he can feel her breathing on his face. She smells like pomegranate and lemongrass and he wants to touch her now, find out if her skin is really as soft as it looks, if every part of her is as pretty as he imagines it to be.

“No need to thank me,” he says instead. The fabric of her cardigan is soft against his touch when he slips it back up her shoulder, covering her from his wandering gaze.

“My point still stands,” she then says.

“And what point is that?” he asks.

“You are a good guy, Peter.”

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More Hearts Than Mine Part 8

In which you spend Christmas and New Years with your family.

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Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x afab!reader

Word Count:5.1k

A/N: Im making a mood board for this that ill add later. Also, I will be waiting here patiently for the wave of comments and messages because yall are going to scream.

As you and Jake pull into your parent's driveway, you see his eyes widen and his mouth drop open. It's December 23rd and you're here for the next week to celebrate Christmas and New Years with your family. After meeting his family a few days ago, you called your mom and told her to really pull out all the stops. You didn't go into detail, simply explaining that Christmas with his family had gone badly and that he deserved to have a magical experience.

You can confidently say that she didn't disappoint. Your mom and dad have always gone all out for Christmas but this is a different level. You're fairly certain they went out and bought more decorations because you've never seen it like this before. There's a fresh blanket of snow that just adds to the beauty of the scene in front of you and your heart swells.

The oak tree in the front yard has been completely covered in red and white lights, the house is lined with icicles, and the driveway is lined with light-up candy canes. You see that your mom has put out a whole slew of yard decorations ranging from those mechanical light-up deer to a huge Santa and sleigh.

You turn to look at Jake with a bright smile and you've never seen such innocent wonder in his eyes. It reminds you of when a baby sees something that captivates them for the first time and their little brains can't comprehend it. You let him take all the time he needs and after a few minutes, his trance is broken. He slowly climbs out of the truck and makes his way over to you, being careful not to slip.

Once you're out, you grab his hand and the two of you make your way up to the house. "I'm glad you made me get a coat and gloves. It's cold." He says and you laugh. "I told you so baby. Bet you're happy I made you get the puffy coat with a hood instead of that little jacket you insisted would be enough."

He nods his head slightly and the two of you reach the top of the porch stairs. The door swings open and Jake is immediately hit with the warmth of your home and the smell of cookies baking. Your mom doesn't step out this time, instead ushering the two of you in quickly. "Get inside, it's freezing out!"

She waits patiently for the two of you to take off your outerwear and pulls you each into a hug once everything is hung up. She kisses both of you on the cheek before stepping back and guiding you into the living room. Jake feels a familiar fuzzy feeling when he sees the inside of the home.

There's lights and garland lining the stairs and a large tree decorated with years of homemade and sentimental ornaments. It seems everywhere he looks there's a form of tinsel or ornament and he almost can't believe it. This is what he had always imagined Christmas to be like, but he thought it only happened in movies.

"How was your drive?" Your mom asks and Jake smiles kindly.

"It was nice. Got to see what a lot of states are like during winter, which was cool." He explains and your mom nods her head in understanding. Before you can process or add to the conversation, you're being swept off your feet. You let out a loud squeal followed by a giggle when you realize it's your dad.

"Welcome home, pumpkin. We missed you." He says before turning halfway to Jake. "And you too, I guess." He teases with a wink and Jake lets out a laugh. Your dad releases you and gives Jake a hug with a firm pat on the back. "Good to see you, son." He tells him, this time with warm sincerity and Jake nods his head. "You too, old man."

Once you've both said hello to your parents, the two of you make your way around the room greeting your siblings as well. Your brother hands Jake a beer and pulls him over to the couch to talk about some sport that you don't follow. You stand there for a second and love fills your heart as you watch all your favorite people in the same room interacting.

Your joy is short-lived when your mom and sisters whisk you away into the kitchen. Your mom is quick to put you to work helping with dinner and conversation is light as you all focus on your assigned tasks.

"So," Britney starts. "How was Christmas with the Seresins?" She asks casually and you stop what you're doing to turn around. Your mom shoots you a look and you assume she hasn't said anything about your phone call from a few days prior.

"His family is rich. Like old money, ranch on a hundred acres, million dollar home rich." You tell her with a shrug. The women's eyebrows shoot up and they share a look of surprise. Your sister-in-law is next to speak.

"Okay, but what is his family like?" She prods and you tsk before turning back around to continue peeling potatoes. "Best left unsaid." Your mom sets down her whisk and comes to stand next to you, placing a gentle hand on your arm.

"Come on sweetheart. It can't be that bad." She pushes and you set down your knife, staring at the cutting board in front of you. You close your eyes and silently wonder if you're going to regret your next words.

"I punched his dad in the nose." You tell her while lifting up your bruised hand to show them. "What?" Your sister asks. "Why?" You throw your head back with a loud sigh and resign to the fact you're going to have to tell them the whole story.

A few minutes later, your mom and sisters have matching angry expressions on their faces. It's silent for a few seconds before your mom speaks up. "Well, he deserved it. Should've spit on him too."

"Mama!" You exclaim and all four of you burst into laughter. "Well!" She says with her hands up defensively. "It's the truth! I can't imagine a parent treating their child like that, especially not sweet little Jake!"

You nod your head in agreement and cross your arms. "Me neither. That's why we have to make this the most special week ever." You say and your mom and sisters share a look. "Trust me," your sister says. "It'll be special."

Meanwhile in the living room, Jake is telling your dad and brothers the same story. "…and then she punched him. Pretty sure she broke his nose." He says and your dad lets out a low whistle. "She never has been one to take it lying down. I don't think I've ever seen her back down from a fight, especially if it involves defending someone." He says and your brother nods.

"Yea she's five years younger and she's always been able to kick my ass, even when she was little." He laughs. Jake chuckles and takes another sip of his beer. "If I wasn't sure before, I am now. She's definitely someone I want on my team for the rest of my life."

Your dad smiles fondly at the man in front of him and nods his head. "She's one of the good ones. Unless you're on her bad side." Jake quirks his head to the side and lifts up his bottle. "Cheers to that."

An hour later, you're setting the table and the men walk in to take their seats. Your dad slings his arm over your shoulder and leans down to whisper in your ear. "Good job, kid. Looks like those boxing lessons came in handy." You shake your head with a laugh and whisper back. "No, that came from you."

Your dad smiles proudly and kisses your cheek. "I'll take the compliment. If you have any more trouble with that asshole, you let me or your brothers know and we'll handle it." His tone is serious and you stop to look at him. "You know I will, daddy."

The rest of the evening goes smoothly and before you know it, you're saying goodnight and heading up to bed. You and Jake go through your usual bedtime routines before climbing under the comforter together.

Jake turns to face you and kisses your forehead. "Did your mom ask about my family?" He questions and you nod your head. "Yeah, I told her the truth."

He hums quietly and ponders for a few seconds. "What did she say?" He asks and you debate whether you should tell him or sugarcoat it. "Do you really want to know?" You question while looking up at him. He nods his head with a small smile. "I really do."

You heave a sigh and lean forward to press a kiss to his bare chest. "She said he deserved it and that I should've spit on him too." You murmur and Jake's chest rumbles with a laugh. "I knew there was a reason I love that woman." He quips and you can't help but smile. "What did my dad say?"

Jake looks down and you can see the wheels turning in his head. "That you've never had a problem kicking someone's ass and you're one of the good ones." He answers truthfully and you snort. "Yea that sounds like something daddy would say. I've been grounded for fighting one too many times."

The two of you lay in silence for a few more minutes before you roll over and turn off the light. "Let's get some sleep. It's a big day tomorrow." You yawn and Jake agrees while pilling you into him. "Goodnight, sweet girl. I love you." You smile lazily and snuggle into him. "I love you too."

The next morning is a flurry of getting dressed, eating breakfast, and putting everything together for the annual Christmas party. Everybody woke up at 6 am and Jake has never seen a family work so in sync. The first couple of hours are spent decorating sugar cookies and tidying before the group splits off. Jake and the other three men start working on the backyard, putting up tents, tables, outdoor heaters, and fire pits, along with decorations.

Inside, you, your mom, and your sisters busy yourself putting together all the desserts and making a ham. Unlike Halloween, this is a much more important party and people actually come for food so it's a pitch-in. Once the ham is in the oven and the pies are in the fridge, the four of you sit down and crack open a bottle of wine.

You're busy laughing in the living room when you hear the back door open followed by four sets of snow-covered boots being thrown off. Jake makes his way in and plops next to you on the couch. He places his cold hands under your shirt to warm them up and you shriek, almost spilling your wine trying to wiggle away from him.

He laughs loudly and kisses your shoulder before retracting the ice cubes attached to his arms. His eyebrow quirks when he sees the glass in your hand and looks at the other women, noticing they all have one too. "It's one pm and you're drinking?" He asks with amusement and you shrug your shoulders.

"Pretty much the entirety of Christmas Eve and Christmas Day are spent drinking. How do you think we stay warm?" You explain and Jake almost laughs before he realizes you're serious. He purses his lips and ticks his head to the side. "Okay then."

You take another sip and turn to your dad who now has his arm around your mom. "What time are we going tonight?" You ask and he looks at his watch. "It's been getting dark around 5 and the party starts at 7 so probably about 5:30." He answers and Jake looks at him confused.

"Where are we going?" He asks and you almost choke on your wine with excitement. "Oh!" You exclaim. "I forgot to tell you. On Christmas Eve we drive around all the neighborhoods and look at Christmas lights! It's been a tradition for as long as I can remember."

Jake smiles warmly and nods his head. "That sounds fun." Your brother kicks his feet up and turns to face him. "Oh, it is. We bring hot chocolate in a thermos and listen to Christmas music."

You spend the next few hours sipping on wine and laughing with everybody and before you know it, it's time to pile into the car. Your mom makes two thermoses full of hot chocolate and you all head outside.

"How do y'all usually split up?"Jake asks and your wrap your arm through his. "We don't. Daddy's SUV seats 8 people." You explain while guiding him towards the truck. Corey, LeeAnn, and Joe all clamber into the back row and once they're in, you, Jake, and Britney get in the middle row.

Jake silently wonders if you've always gotten along this well because he and his sisters were always fighting over who sat where, no matter how many times they rode together. Meanwhile, the six of you just climbed in without a single complaint, everybody was just happy to be involved.

Your mom turns to check that everyone is buckled in and once she confirms, your dad pulls out of the driveway. Jake has a window seat and he's silently grateful since he's never gotten to experience this before. He wants to be able to see everything without feeling bad about crushing you to get a glimpse.

Ten minutes later, your dad pulls into a neighborhood and turns the radio on. Your mom distributes hot chocolate and Jake swears he's never seen so many festive houses in his life. He's driven by a few over the years, sure. But this is completely surreal, like something you'd only see on TV. He reaches for your hand and you smile, grateful you get to be the one to introduce him to such happiness.

Your dad drives around for the next hour while everyone points out their favorite houses and sings along to classic Christmas songs. By the time you're pulling back up to the house, Jake has completely forgotten his own familial troubles and he's fairly certain the little kid in him is being healed a little more each time he comes here.

It's 6:45 when you get back and everybody runs inside to finish getting ready before people start showing up. You hand Jake a Christmas sweater and he frowns while taking it. His expression quickly turns to a smile when he sees you slip on a matching sweater of your own and he puts it on without any questions. Of course you'd be the type to wear matching sweaters, and he loves you even more for it.

Once you're outside, you take a second to look around. It looks like a Christmas wonderland at night time and you briefly wish you could see it from your jet. You don't have much time to think before guests start rolling in and filling the tables with food.

Just like Halloween, there are hundreds of people here and Jake can't believe it. He wonders why none of these people want to spend Christmas Eve with their families before he realizes that a lot of the people here are their families. It's not common for people to move away from here, so there are generations of people gathered together that have known each other since diapers.

He watches in awe once again, as you navigate the night like a professional. You field a few questions about a wedding or babies and Jake smiles to himself. If only you knew. His part in the evening is less stressful than last time, having already shaken everybody's hands at the Halloween party.

He was mostly asked questions about his career by men wanting to relive their glory days and heard several comments about how cool it is that the family now has three fighter pilots. His heart swells each time when he realizes that not only has your family accepted him as one of their own, but the community has as well.

Everybody spends the evening drinking and laughing while rotating between eating and roasting smores. Jake swears he's never eaten this much food in his life and he makes a mental note to hit the gym extra hard when you guys get home.

Once midnight hits and it's officially Christmas, things start wrapping up. You and Jake make your rounds before heading up to get ready for bed. You're both exhausted from your long day and it doesn't take long for the two of you to cuddle up and fall into a deep slumber.

Jakes feels the bed bouncing and glances at his watch to see what time it is. 6:30. He groans and throws a pillow over his head, which is promptly removed and chucked across the room. You plop down on him and clap your hands excitedly. "Get up!" You shout and Jake peeks one eye open.

"What the hell are you on about? It's still dark outside." He grumbles and you roll your eyes dramatically. "It's Christmas morning, Scrooge! Let's go!" You jump off of him and use all your strength to drag his dead weight out of the bed.

"Let me shower and get dressed." He yawns and you look at him like he's just said the most outrageous thing you've ever heard. "Christmas morning is no time for looking fancy, now let's go." You exclaim but Jake doesn't budge.

"You want me to go downstairs with bedhead and slippers?" He asks and you nod aggressively. He sighs and takes your outstretched hand. Now the matching PJs with polar bears and Christmas lights you made him wear make sense.

You bound down the stairs excitedly and Jake tries to shush you. Just because he has to wake up and entertain your craziness doesn't mean others should be subjected to it too. He's shocked to find everybody already downstairs in front of the tree when you drag him behind you.

"There you are. Geez, took long enough." Corey says with a frown and Jake has never been more confused. Took long enough? It's barely morning and they've been waiting for you? You flip your brother the bird when your mom has her back turned and take your place on the floor.

Your mom starts handing out gifts and Jake shifts awkwardly. He feels weird sitting here silently while waiting for everyone else to open their gifts. His mouth falls open when your mom hands him a present. She laughs at his expression and Jake looks like a fish out of water.

"What?" She asks. "You didn't think we'd forget about you, did ya?" She asks before turning back to continue distributing the boxes wrapped in colorful paper.

It's not that Jake thought he'd be forgotten, it's more that he didn't think anyone would want to take the time and energy to find him something. The idea that your parents went out with the intent of getting him something, or even weirder, saw something and thought of him makes him emotional.

He doesn't recall the last time he received a gift, especially from family. His parents never did Christmas presents and birthdays were usually just a couple hundred dollars thrown his way. By the last present, Jake has a pile sitting at his feet and he has to choke back tears.

He'd gone with you to shop for everybody but he never in a million years expected them to do the same for him. Everyone takes turns opening presents and once their done, Jake has a hard time holding it together.

Your dad got him his favorite whiskey that he mentioned in passing, your sister gave him airplane cufflinks, and your brother gave him an engraved leather wallet. There were a few other miscellaneous things too. A Texas longhorns blanket, and a few nice hoodies. He thinks everything is done when you pull a box from behind the couch and hand it to him.

He quirks an eyebrow and you motion your head toward the gift, encouraging him to open it. He opens the box to find a pair of Tecova boots with your name burned into the leather. His eyes widen and he once again considers dropping to his knee right then and there.

"You mentioned needing a new pair of going-out boots." You shrug as if it's the most normal thing in the world. Jake stares in disbelief, well aware these boots run for at least $300. Based on the stitching and coloring, he'd guess they cost well over that. Jake shakes his head and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a box.

"I didn't know if we were doing gifts or not so I was holding onto this." He says and your mom's eyes widen, shooting to look at your dad. You take the box with a smile and open it to find a pair of diamond "J" earrings. "Oh my god, these are beautiful! I can't wait to wear them!" You exclaim while throwing yourself into his arms. He catches you easily and winks at your mom over your shoulder.

The rest of your day is spent lounging around the house, mostly cuddled up under Jake's new blanket and watching Christmas movies. You're in the middle of "Santa Clause" when you turn to Jake. "Do you like your boots? I wasn't sure what you like so I just ran with it." You tell him and he smiles brightly. "I love them, darlin'. Can't wait to wear them out and show the world I'm yours. Do you like the earrings?"

You nod your head and kiss his cheek. "They're absolutely beautiful. I'll wear them all the time." You say and he kisses your forehead. Your parents and siblings look on with small smiles, happy to see you happy. They know exactly what Jake has up his sleeve and if you're this grateful over earrings, they can't wait to see your reaction to his next surprise.

The past week flies by and it's finally New Year's Eve. You took Jake sledding for the first time earlier today and now you're getting ready to go out. You're meeting your friends at the bar to drink and watch the ball drop.

You walk out of the bathroom and see Jake waiting patiently in a pair of wranglers, one of his new sweaters, and the boots you bought him. He looks handsome as always, clean-shaven, and not a hair out of place. He smiles when he sees you and looks you over.

"Like it?" You ask with a smile and Jake nods. "Love it. You look stunning." You blush at the compliment and glance at yourself in the mirror. You're just wearing a chunky sweater tucked into black skinny jeans and doc martens. Your hair is framing your face and your makeup is done the same as always. It's nothing too special. The only new thing is the earrings Jake gave you.

"You ready to go?" He asks interrupting your thoughts and you nod. "Yea, it's almost 9. Don't want to get there too late." You say and he follows you out of the room. You grab your long black coat that falls to your knees, a hat, and a scarf.

"Bye guys! Be back late, love you!" You yell over your shoulder and don't bother waiting for a response. Jake takes your hand and leads you to the truck before opening the door and helping you up. There's a comfortable silence as you drive into town, the only noise being the quiet lull of Christmas music still playing on the radio.

You watch with confusion as Jake drives past the bar and instead stops a few blocks up, outside the park you showed him his first day here. You look over at him as he shuts off the truck and raise your eyebrows. "Uh, bars back there babe." You tell him and he nods his head but still gets out and walks around to your side.

He opens the door and your eyebrows scrunch together. "I know, I just have a quick detour." He explains and you take his hand. He helps you down and shuts the door before leading you into the park.

You see snow flurries falling and the park is dark aside from one lone street lamp. "Now would be a really shitty time to kill me, Seresin." You joke but he doesn't laugh.

Right as you're about to ask him what's going on, the park lights up. Your eyes widen when you see that every tree has been completely covered in lights and you're standing under a willow tree that's covered in snow. You stare for a few seconds trying to understand who did this and why, but your mind draws a blank.

You turn around to ask Jake and you gasp when you see he's down on one knee with a ring box in the palm of his hand. He's got the biggest smile you've ever seen and he's sure you can hear his heart hammering in his chest. Your hands fly up to cover your mouth and tears prick at your eyes.

You don't say anything, completely taken aback. Jake gives you a few moments to process before speaking. "Y/N. I've known since that night I met you that you were the woman I'd spend the rest of my life with, and it was only confirmed when I met your family. And then again, at Halloween and Thanksgiving, and when you punched my dad." He says and you let out a watery laugh at the last part.

"I bought this the week after you brought me here and I've been planning the perfect time with your mom and sister. There's no other person on this planet that I could see myself terrorizing a nursing home with and I don't want to go into the new year without knowing that I get to spend every year for the rest of my life with you." Tears are streaming down your face as you listen and Jake's voice wobbles.

"I asked your dad for your hand at Thanksgiving, and now it's time to ask you. Y/N, will you please make me the happiest man alive and be my wife?" He asks and you choke on a sob.

You drop down to his level and grab his hands. "Are you sure?" You ask through your tears and Jake chuckles. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life, sweet girl." As soon as the last word leaves his mouth, you fling yourself into him and send the both of you tumbling into the snow.

"YES!" You scream and Jake places the ring on your hand. You look down to see three flawless diamonds sitting on a simple band and shake your head.

"It's so fucking beautiful, Jake. Oh my god." Your words are interrupted when you hear cheering. You look to Jake for an explanation and he just smiles up at you. He stands up and helps you get to your feet, turning you around.

All of a sudden, you see a group of people running toward you. You're swept off your feet by Bradley and spun around before he sets you back down. You look at him in shock before glancing around him to see just what the hell is going on. It takes your brain a second to catch up but when it does, you weep.

Standing before you is the entire dagger squad, Maverick, your parents and siblings, and all your friends. You turn to look at Jake and he wipes the mascara from under your eyes. "I flew all of them out. I knew you'd be devastated if they missed it, and so would they." He explains and you shake your head again.

Once you've had a minute to calm down, you're swarmed by everyone you love hugging and congratulating you. Your mom throws her arms around you while crying, and the rest of your family follows suit engulfing you in a giant group hug. When they're done, Phoenix comes over and squeezes you.

"Let me see!" She exclaims and you give her your hand. "Holy shit. This thing should be a registered weapon!" You laugh loudly and lower your voice. "I know right?" She motions to Bradley and he walks over. "Bradshaw, look at this! Did you know Bagman had money like that?" She asks and he shrugs. "I helped him pick it out."

Phoenix's eyes go wide and she glares at a sheepish Jake. "I'm going to kill him." She jokes and you slap her arm playfully. "Hey, at least let me get down the aisle first." You continue greeting everybody and Jake stands off to the side, letting you have your moment.

Your dad walks over to him and gives him a hug. "I'm proud of you. You're both very lucky to have each other." Jake closes his eyes and leans into the embrace. "Thanks, old man. I just wish my family could be here." He says while blinking back tears.

Your dad holds on a few seconds longer before pulling back. He keeps his hand on Jake's shoulder. "It's their loss. Maybe one day they'll come around, but for now, just try to enjoy it." He comforts and Jake nods while swallowing thickly.

After everyone settles down, you all make your way to the bar and spend the rest of the night drinking and celebrating. Your friends and family mingle and get to know each other, while your dad and Maverick reunite and reminisce.

Jake catches you staring at your ring and walks over to wrap his arms around you. "Do you love it?" He asks and you turn in his arms. You lean up and kiss him with a grin. "Almost as much as I love you." You tell him and he hums.

The two of you fall silent for a moment before you speak again. "Y/N Seresin. That has a nice ring to it." Jake nods thoughtfully and pulls your hand up to kiss your ring finger. "Yes, it does."

You're interrupted by chanting as the countdown to the new year begins. Jake looks at you and his eyes crinkle when he smiles. "Ready?" He asks and you lean into him. "Ready as I'll ever be."

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