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thatsdemko · 1 year

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neighbor - m.barzal

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requested: n

pairings: mat barzal x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of alcohol + mentions of first round 2023 playoffs

a/n: feedback is always appreciated xx

he’s your neighbor for Christs sake, but you can’t help but stare. ever since the very attractive brunette across the way started opening his blinds more, you couldn’t help but feel your eyes gravitate more towards that window.

and how could you not? half the time he’s in an unbuttoned linen shirt and sweatpants walking around his apartment, while the other half he’s dressed to the nines in a suit and tie. needless to say, he’s quite nice to stare at.

he hasn’t caught on, but every so often he pretends to stretch a couple feet away in front of the window to stare at you. he pretty much knows your morning routine, how you get up in nothing but a sports bra and sweatpants, you start your coffee pot first thing, and usually play with your cat for the next thirty minutes before you disappear to work.

he’s seen you in your outfits for the bars to your next morning hungover pajamas, and he’s even seen you when you think nobody else can. it’s okay, he won’t say a thing but he does enjoy the show every so often.

it’s two in the morning when he’s awake, playoffs just about to start his mind can’t help to wander. it’s prompted him to slip outside, enjoy the fresh air to clear his thoughts.

“you look cold.” you say watching his head snap in your direction, you’re met with none other than his eyes. the ones you made bets about how pretty they would be in person, and you were right, they were gorgeous.

“oh,” he says looking down at himself, he’s in nothing but sweatpants and a pair of slides. it didn’t take him until you said something to realize the weather outside his apartment is actually unpleasant, and rather chilly for a man who’s not wearing a shirt.

“I’m y/n, I think my window looks at yours.”

he nods moving over on the bench allowing you to sit, “I’m mat, it’s nice to finally put a name to your face.” he watches you take a seat all the way at the edge, a nervous smile placing your face as you two listen to the sirens and faint voices of the city.

“so why are you awake?” he bites first, pulling his arms across his chest to try and stay warm. it’s too early to invite you back to his place, sit inside his heated space, he’ll just have to make due to keep warm until it’s the right time.

you shrug, “lots to think about, you?” you turn to him and he nods, you watch him run his fingers through his short brown hair. you remember the day he came home with a buzz cut, your friends practically mourned the loss.

“yeah works getting a little competitive I’d say.” he sighs, eyes looking upward at the stars, only a few shine bright in the cities skies. it makes him miss home, the amount of stars he’d see in the sky are much brighter and clearer than the clouded ones of New York.

“is that why you dress up sometimes? sorry, I don’t mean to sound weird I just see you—“

his laugh cuts you off, of all those times you’ve seen him laugh you never expected it to sound like it does against your ears. it brings a smile to your face. “kind of, although I’m supposed to dress clean for work, bosses demand.”

“so that’s why you got a buzz cut?” you ask moving a little closer to him, you can see the goosebumps that decorate his arms.

“that was my own doing.”

“a poor decision if I must say so.” you snap back, watching him roll his eyes in response. he mutters a couple words you can’t hear but you don’t press to figure them out.

“I must say, you’re judging me a lot for someone who wears the same clothes three days in a row.” he sends you a playful wink and you’re thankful for the night lights that don’t cast over your red cheeks of embarrassment.

“I think I’m going to start closing my blinds from you.”

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he moves in front of his window, suit jack and button up shirt holding two different ties in each hand. holding them up, you move to the window from the kitchen to point at the one you like the most. you’re liking this new found friendship, ever since that late night on the bench, things have been awfully fun and exciting.

you’d go to your window, hold up whatever decision you had and he’d answer with his opinion. you’d see each other on the streets more often than you expected, and sometimes he’d even walk you to your office for work. he was becoming a friend rather than just some neighbor.

“then my friends and I were thinking of going to the bars, you’re more than welcome to come! I’m sure they’d love to meet you.” you nudge his shoulder with your elbow listening to him hiss at the burnt coffee that split over his hand.

“I’d love to but I actually have a date tonight.” he proudly smiles, it’s the first you’d talk about relationships. you always assumed he was single. having not seen a single woman over in his place, unless it was his mother, so it makes since the bachelor was getting lonely in his nice pad.

you’re just not sure why you feel your throat closeup and the saliva in your mouth make it impossible for you to start a sentence.

“but if I change my mind you’ll text me the address?” he stops in front of your office, and all you can do is nod before bidding him a quiet goodbye before rushing up the stairs to the big doors of your building.

when you finally get up there, you heave out a long breath finally feeling your throat clear and salvia dry your mouth. boy, did you have a story to tell your girlfriends tonight.

they were rooting for you two, saying it’s a perfect trope of boy meets girl and boy next door. and yeah maybe you were also rooting for it happen too, because as time went on you developed feelings for him that were more than just a crush. you began to enjoy his company more and more, you just wish maybe he enjoyed it the same amount.

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when he enters the bar of the location you’ve sent him, it’s not hard to find you. your smile brightens up any room, and can easily be spotted a mile away. after a shitty date, seeing you was all he wanted.

he moves throughout the sweaty bodies, couple of them offer pats to his shoulders congratulating him on the playoffs achievements, but none of those matter. he’s more focused on getting closer to you, and when he does a man that had been blocked by other bodies comes into focus.

he’s got his hand on your hip, as he yells into your ear, whatever it was made you laugh, but nothing like how mat made you laugh. he had the ability to get your full unhinged reaction, your body leaning forward and a snort or two. he thinks it’s cute.

your attention shifts when you recognize that familiar body that’s standing a couple feet away, “mat, you came!” you exclaim, motioning for him to come closer and he does.

“no way you know mat barzal.” the guy you’re talking to is stunned as he extends a hand, mat gladly takes it assuming he’s fan, “I fucking hope the canes destroy you guys.”

mat quick to withdraws his hand from the other guys grip, you give the two a confused look having no clue what they are talking about, “mat barzal, islanders player? please tell me you watch sports.” he laughs. you shake your head slowly looking up at your neighbor, who’s nervously playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck.

“hey man congratulations though!” the guy you’re talking to excuses himself, and you’re pretty sure he won’t be coming back, but that’s fine. mat’s here and from what you remember, it means his date didn’t go as planned.

“so you’re alone, it didn’t go well?” you turn to him and he shrugs a slight nod. he watches you play with the tiny straws in your drink trying to slurp the rest of the liquid.

“how many of those you had?” he chuckles watching you nearly chug half the drink before he jokingly pulls it away from your lips, “easy now.”

“I don’t know, they’ve all been free.”

he laughs watching you sway side to side from the music, but the alcohol that’s following through your body, “why don’t I buy you a glass of water and we can go home?” he offers, you happily nod heading to say goodbye to your friends.

once you’re out the doors of the bar, he drapes his coat around your shoulders and he offers for you to come inside his place. you’re eager to see the rest whether you’ll remember it or not, but you nod following him inside saying hello to his doorman.

when you enter his place most of it isn’t what you expected it to be. it’s minimal decorations, only a few decorative pieces of art work hang on the walls, and a hockey stick hangs above his dinning room table.

“Crosby’s stick. he gave it to me after my first game against him. I nearly cried.” he laughs watching you move across his floors taking in his space, you stop at the infamous window and look inside your apartment.

you can se the hallway that leads to your bedroom, the cat tree where you cat sleeps in, and the living room where you spend most of your time entertaining your boring nights.

“I didn’t realize how much you see of me.” you turn to him, he’s seated on his cream colored couch shaking his head.

“I look over yeah, but I know when to look away.”

“like when?” you dangerously ask, moving to sit beside him on his couch, he positions himself to look at you.

“okay like when you get out of the shower and you have on no towel, I know to look away. I’m not a pervert.” he scoffs having remembered the time his mother was over and nearly had a heart attack at the sight of you.

you gasp, hand covering your mouth, “do not tell me you’ve seen me in nothing but my underwear and bra?!”

he gives you look of confirmation without even saying the words, you hide your face into one of his pillows hearing that beautiful laugh ring your ears, “oh come on! it’s okay, I’m sure you’ve seen me in my underwear before.”

you pull your face away from the pillow with rosy red cheeks, “yeah but that’s different! you walk around in your shorts and nothing on all the time!”

he smirks, “oh so you do watch me?” watching you shove your face into the pillow of embarrassment once more.

“it’s okay, I like knowing it’s you watching me rather than some other girl. I was beginning to think you didn’t notice.”

you pull your face away from the pillow tossing it aside, “what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, and it’s his faces turn to light up red.

“isn’t it obvious?”

you shake your head, “it’s as obvious as you playing a sport!”

he laughs moving a little closer to you on the couch, “I wouldn’t be asking someone which tie to wear if I didn’t like them a little more than a friend.” he places a hand against your kneecap watching you lean back against his couch.

“you like me more than just a neighbor?”

“I guess it’s not as obvious as I thought it would be.”

you shake your head, “you’re horrible at making things obvious, but it’s okay we can work on it.”

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lyn-1225 · 1 year

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Full Control

Pairing: Carl Gallagher x fem!reader

Warnings: Weed, Fluff, slight angst, medical mentions.

Word count: 4600

A/N: this imagine took me awhile to make. I’ve been putting it off along with all of the other imagines I have ideas for and am writing. Now that it’s out I hope you enjoy it :)

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Your POV:

The first person that I thought of was kev.

I knew he’d have what I was looking for.

I didn’t even know why I was looking for it. I’d never done it before let alone wanted to try it, but for some reason the idea of trying weed came into my head.

The Gallaghers always seemed to be doing it and they all seemed fine afterwards. That’s one of the reason I was afraid to try it. I was afraid of what It would do to me.

Even though I was underage, I walked into the Alibi walking straight up to the counter.

Kev was pouring a drink for one of the older men at the counter. “What’s up y/n” Kev greets me passing the drink to the man that was weirdly staring at me.

Feeling uncomfortable I scooted away from him turning my head back to Kev. “Can I talk to you” I ask messing around with my fingers.

“Yeah sure what’s going on?” He asks wiping down the counter a bit. “In private” I slightly whisper pointing my head to the back door.

Getting the hint he nods his head taking the lead to the back door. I follow after him feeling like I’m about to make a drug deal even though I wasn’t.

Closing the door behind me I turn to face him. He looks at me with a confused look wondering why I wanted to talk.

“What’s up?” He asked crossing his arms over his chest.

“I was wondering” I start trying to find the words I wanted to use next.

“If you had any edibles” I asked waiting for the ridicule I was about to get.

“I do but it’s not going to you” he says using a sort of harsh tone. He starts to walk away towards the back door making me run after him.

“Oh come on please” I plead grabbing his arm to turn him around.

“No absolutely not! I’m not giving a 15 year old weed” he yells trying to convince himself not to do it.

“I’ve never tried it before, and you were the first person I thought of” I sigh letting go of his arm.

“I was?” He asks turning back to me with a glint of surprise in his eyes.

“Yes. You were” I nod my head feeling ashamed that i was even having this conversation.

He looks conflicted with himself as he internally battled his decisions.

“Fuck” he swears throwing his hands to his head rubbing the small hairs on his head roughly.

“Fine! Fine” he yells finally giving in to my request.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you” I squeak running into his arms before hugging his waist. I squeeze his abdomen jumping up and down.

“Here” he says handing me a cookie that’s in a plastic bag.

“I was gonna save it for later but I guess you can have it” he sighs as I take the cookie from his hand.

I go to question why he had it on him but before I could he walked back into the Alibi leaving me confused.

Quickly shoving the cookie in my pocket i start to walk down the street to the Gallagher house.

I couldn’t help feel like cops were staring at me. People around here carry drugs on them all the time. I don’t know why I’m so paranoid. Maybe it’s because I’ve never done this before. I’m a goody two shoes what can I say.

I take a turn making a short cut through someone’s lawn before heading down the street towards the one house I felt comfortable in.

The Gallagher house.

More specifically a Gallagher boy that lived in the Gallagher house.

The house comes closer into view making me slightly excited yet extremely nervous.

I had no idea what was gonna happen to me but I was excited to finally get to know what the experience was like.

Coming face to face with the fence I open the door walking straight to the stair case with a hint of fear.

What if I did something stupid?

What if I said something stupid?

The door to the house opened as soon as I took ahold of the handle which meant someone was home. Either that or someone broke in.

Carls military hat was thrown to the side of the room collecting dust next to the window.

Carls home.

Doing a quick knock on the door frame I shut the door behind me maneuvering my way through the living room.

“Carl?” I yell into the house looking around to see where he was.

“In here!” He called back the sound bouncing off the old walls of the house.

I couldn’t exactly pinpoint where he was but it sounded like it came from Fiona’s room.

“Where?” I yell back walking into the kitchen trying to search for any trace of him.

“I’m right here” he laughs walking out of the bathroom just off the the side of the kitchen.

He has is military pants on, the belt undone with him redoing it. His plain beige t-shirt tucked in perfectly to show off his arms and upper body muscles.

“Damn I thought you were upstairs” I chuckle realizing how off I was. I knew I had trouble hearing sometimes but was I really that bad?

“Sorry babe but you were way off” he comments walking over to me standing in the middle of the kitchen.

I move over towards the counter resting my body against it. He walks closer to me with a smirk on his face closing my body in with his arms.

“What’s up” he asks looking from my eyes to my lips. A blush forms on my face as I remember the real reason I was there.

“I got an edible from Kev today” I immediately say getting straight to the point on why I was there.

Well, It wasn’t the only reason why I was there. I wanted to see him of course, but I wanted to be here with him just in case something happened to me.

Obviously I wasn’t thinking something bad would happen but in this day and age you never know anymore.

His facial expression changes from flirty to serious really quick. He never thought in his entire life that he would hear those sorts of words leave my mouth.

“For who?” He asked standing up a bit straighter. The look in his eye showed that he wasn’t fucking around. He was starting to get protective and I knew it.

“For me” I say looking anywhere but him. I was nervous to say the least. I told him that I wanted to try weed because I wanted to see what the experience was like. That was a few years ago though. I only mentioned it once.

“Are you serious?” He asks the shock in his voice showing very clearly. I could tell that he didn’t want me to do it. I knew him to well to not know his tone changes.

“Would you be mad if I said yes” I question turning my head back towards his stiff figure. He seems to be… scared.

Why is he scared?

His eyes stare at me with such intensity that makes me rethink my decision.

“Um” he starts clearing his throat. He runs a hand through his hair turning back toward the kitchen sink.

“Are you sure about this” he asks looking back at me. The look in his eye shows so many emotions that I couldn’t keep up.

“Yes I’m sure” I say pulling the cookie out of my pocket placing it beside me on the counter.

He moves over to me picking the bag up to inspect it. He opens the ziplock bag taking a small whiff of the cookie inside.

His face slightly twists before he closes the bag back up placing it back on the counter.

“Shit you weren’t kidding” he sighs leaning up against the same counter I was leaning against.

“Ok cut the bull shit why are you acting so weird about this” i ask cutting the tension between us with my words.

“It’s just” he starts cutting himself off mid sentence.

I nod my head urging him to continue on with what he was going to say.

“I just don’t want you to get addicted to it and end up doing it everyday” he responds picking the cookie bag back up spinning it around in his hands.

“Trust me after this I think I’ll be done with it” I say the truth to the situation coming out.

I genuinely meant that too. I mean I didn’t want to turn out like Frank or Monica. A one time experience was plenty enough for me.

“Promise?” He asks looking up at me with hope on his face.

“Promise” I say trying my best to reassure him. He nods his head grabbing the bag before opening it and taking the cookie out.

The smell of the cookie hits me like a wave. The stench of skunk fills my nose making me want to gag.

“Holy shit that stinks” I gag putting my hand over my nose. I’m glad I sprayed perfume on my wrist this morning.

He laughs at my comment tearing off about a quarter of the cookie.

“The strong smell means there’s more weed in it. You don’t need more than this” he says handing me the quarter that he tore off.

Taking the part of the cookie that he handed me I take a small whiff immediately regretting it.

“Does it taste like how it smells?” I asks looking up at Carl who’s putting the rest of the cookie back in the bag.

“You’ll see” he smirks putting the bag back on the counter.

“Your not gonna have any?” I ask ripping my piece into two.

Normally he would jump at the opportunity to smoke a joint. Maybe edibles is different?

“Nah I gotta be sober for this” he laughs telling me the truth on why he wasn’t having any.

I laugh as well, the nerves in my body start to over take my movements.

“I’ll be ok right?” I ask a hint of worry in my voice. I was scared shitless.

“Yes I promise you will be fine” he chuckles his eyes giving me the reassurance that I needed.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks wanting me to say it one more time just to make sure.

“Yes I’m sure” I smile taking the first half in my mouth, the bitter and gross taste overtaking my tastebuds.

Why does it taste like this?

The scrunch of my face shows my distaste for the part of the cookie I just ate.

Carls laughter pulls me out of my focus on the taste. I look at him seeing him leaning against the counter with an amused look on his face.

“Taste good doesn’t it? You ” he asks crossing his arms over his chest.

“Tasty” I sarcastically say shoving the other half of the cookie in my mouth so that I could hurry up and get it over with.

I chew the food just enough so that I wouldn’t choke before swallowing it.

The aftertaste left on my tongue lingers making my mouth taste grosser than the actual cookie.

“How long until it’s supposed to kick in?” I ask Carl walking over to the cupboard to grab a glass.

I grab the glass filling it up with some water so that I could get the taste out of my mouth.

“Normally it takes about and hour or two” he says turning to where I was now standing.

I nod my head taking little sips of the water the taste still there but slightly getting washed away.

Now that I’ve eaten the cookie I was even more terrified. There was no going back now.

“I’m terrified” I confess walking into the living room holding the cup to my chest.

“Why?” Carl asks following behind me with his hands in his pant pockets.

“I don’t know it’s just-” I cut off landing onto the couch with a small huff.

He follows my lead falling down on the other side of the couch. He pulls my legs up and onto his thighs undoing my shoe laces.

“Im afraid that I won’t be able to have control over myself” I sigh looking towards his figure.

He continues to undo my shoe laces nodding his head intently listening to me.

Once the shoelaces are un-tied he takes my shoes off placing them next to the couch and out of the way.

“Thank you” I smile wiggling my toes under my black socks. He chuckles at my childish behavior placing his hands on my feet slightly rubbing them.

“You don’t have to do that” I smile feeling the soreness in my feet go away as he works his hands into my skin.

“I’m trying to help you relax” he says continuing his actions. “I promise you that you will have control over yourself” he says working into the heels of my feet.

“Is that based on experience” i ask trying to make sure that I keep my mind busy. “Yes it is” he smiles turning to look at me.

He takes his hands off my feet placing my legs back down on the floor. He crawls closer to my side of the couch laying down to where his face would be on my stomach. I move my legs back up on the couch opening them in a v so that he could place his legs between them.

He crawls up to me slightly leaning up on his knees that we’re currently in between my legs a few inches away from my inner thighs.

“You’ll be ok” he reassures me placing a small kiss to my forehead before leaning onto my body making sure to not put to much weight on me.

He lays his head on my chest wrapping his arms around my waist. Placing my hands in his hair I mess around with his soft brown locks interlocking my right leg with his left.

We sit in silence letting our minds clear of any worry or thoughts. The only thing we pay attention to is the sounds of the cars passing on the streets and the rhythm of each others breathing.

“I remember the first time I ever got high” he says leaning his head up so that his chin was resting on my left boob.

It’s a good thing he wasn’t leaning on my sternum cause that would’ve hurt.

I could tell he liked our position by the slight smirk on his face and the constant wandering eyes.

I smile at him waiting for him to tell the whole story. Knowing him it was gonna be some crazy story that involved illegal activity.

“I was at a friends house” he started keeping eye contact with me. “He asked me if I’ve ever done weed before and obviously I said no. He handed me a small bag of gummy bears which at the time I thought was just a regular bag of gummy bears” he laughs shaking his head.

I laugh as well continuing my hand movements in his hair. “I ate almost the whole bag when he took it away from me. I was confused at first but then I realized that he gave me edibles. I wasn’t opposed to it because I had always seen Lip and Ian doing it and they seemed like they had the best times of their lives” he continued on chuckling after the memory comes to the front of his mind.

“About 30 minutes later his mom dropped me off here becuase it was a school night. While we were all eating dinner at the table that’s when I started feeling it” he stopped looking at me to make sure I was still paying attention. I nod my head urging him to finish his story.

“Everyone at the table immediately knew what was going on. Lip was laughing, Fiona was scolding me, Debbie kept asking me what I was feeling and Ian tried to calm me down from my freak out” he laughed moving his body slightly so that he was in a more comfortable position.

“I got used to it after about half an hour” he says finishing his story time. I smile at him trying to picture the scene in my head. I could imagine Fiona laughing on the inside and Lip completely falling apart with laughter.

It really was a time that I wish I was there for.

“Feeling anything?” He asks moving his arms so that he could lean his head on top of them.

If I was being honest I felt a little warm but nothing out of the ordinary.

“I feel a little warm but that it” I say shrugging my shoulders a bit. It hasn’t been that long so it should kick in a bit later.

“How do I know when it has hit” I ask looking into his eyes. He smiles a genuine smile trying to calm my nerves. “Trust me you’ll know” he answers giving me almost no details to his answer.

Well this should be fun. A guessing game.

For the next hour we chat back and forth telling our stupid stories and experiences we’ve had throughout our lives. Since we’re still young it’s mostly just stupid shit that involved some sort of parent or adult.

My muscles have continually gotten more and more heavy, my body feeling like it’s sinking into the couch underneath me. My mind has become more and more calm the more I listened to Carl talk about his time in prison.

Or atleast I was trying to listen. Every few seconds I’d get stuck in a state of dissociation where I’d forget about everything and I’d be looking at the world as if I was looking at a moving picture.

It was really fucking weird.

The giggle that erupts from my mouth confuses Carl making him look up at me. The first thing he noticed was my thrown back head and the slightly red whites of my eyes.

He starts to chuckle as well giving up on his story to watch me with intent eyes.

“You ok?” Carl asks me placing his chin on my left breast again. I look at him with a smile on my face a sudden spur of words immediately forming in my head.

“I think I might be high” I laugh moving my hand up to my head seeing it move in a weird motion. I didn’t want to get up with how relaxed I was under Carl.

He laughs as well amused with what is going on with me. This is why he wanted to be sober. He wanted to see every single thing that I would do and he wanted to imprint it into his memory.

“You know I’ve always wondered what being high would feel like and this isn’t what I thought it would be like” I confess, the words falling from my lips like an avalanche that I couldn’t control.

He stares at me waiting for the moment my word vomit decided to continue. “I thought it would be the sort of thing where I had absolutely no control over my body, but I think I have control over everything” I say letting my body rest on the couch.

The weight of my body felt like it was sinking which made me feel like I was gonna fall.

“I’m hungry” I suddenly say lifting my hands to pat Carl on the back silently asking for him to get up. “I’ll get you something” he offers getting up and off my body walking to the kitchen making sure to keep an eye on me.

The weight from his body stays on my legs making it feel like my legs were permanently stuck to the couch.

Before I start to freak out, I try to move my leg making it move from side to side on the couch. Thank god I could still move.

It’s very hard to describe this feeling. On one hand I was relaxed, and calm while on the other hand I was energetic, and freaking out.

That was only internally though.

Carl walks back into the room holding a bag of chips and another glass of water. “Here you go” he says handing me the bag before placing the glass on the coffee table for when I want it.

“Thank you” I smile trying to open the bag with a small struggle. My hands were slightly shaking which I think is normal.

With Carls laughter filling my ears I finally get it open plucking a chip out from the bag.

He sits back down on the couch moving my legs on his like he did before.

“These are good” I speak my mouth full with chips. They really were good. Although they tasted very very salty.

Scrunching my face I fold the bag back up placing the clip on it handing it to Carl. “Why do they taste so salty?” I ask reaching for my water that’s on the table.

On a normal day I would talk a lot but never this much. The cookie running through my body was making me want to spill every one of my thoughts out into the world.

“There barbecue” Carl comments looking at me with a look that says ‘are you serious’ and ‘I’m trying so hard not to laugh right now’.

“Oh” I laugh placing the water back onto the coffee table.

The front door opens suddenly another male Gallagher walking into the house. This time it was Ian.

He walks in holding his bag that he takes to work everyday. His shift must be over, either that or he’s on break.

“Ian!” I yell jumping off the couch before running to him. Almost tripping and falling flat on my ass.

“Woah what’s up with you” he asks with a small amused smile on his face. Keeping one hand on the wall I laugh doubling over into the wall.

“She’s high” Carl laughs getting up and off the couch to make sure I don’t almost bust my ass again.

“Wait really?” Ian questions eyes slightly wide. He didn’t expect that to come from Carls mouth.

“Hell yeah bro” he nods placing his hands on my shoulders.

Standing up from the wall I stand tall acting like a soldier that was in training. “Sir yes sir” I say fully aware of what I’m saying.

Carl and Ian both laugh, Ian walking away to get something to eat from the kitchen.

“How was work” I ask following after him. This time I was able to walk without almost falling over. I was getting the hang of it.

“It was alright. Had a few overdoses and a car accident. Thankfully no deaths” he smiles taking a beer out of the fridge.

“Is it scary working in a job like that? I feel like it would be scary walking into the situation thinking life or death. I would be scared to see the person because you never know when you’ll be in that situation you know what I mean?” I rush out making them think back to everything I just said.

Carl and Ian look at each other with raised eyebrows having to think about what I meant. They’ve never heard me talk about genuine fears that I have. Well at least ones that weren’t just irrational.

“Ya it can be scary, but the thought of being able to save the persons life is well worth the fear” Ian smiles taking a gulp of his drink.

“The lights scare me” I say leaning my back against the fridge door looking up at the bare ceiling that suddenly interested me.

“The flashing red and blue” i clarify picturing the lights in my head.

“Why?” Carl asks moving so that he was next to me. I couldn’t see his facial expression but I could tell by his voice that he genuinely wanted to know.

“My dads been in the hospital more times than I’d like to admit” I start allowing myself to catch a breath from all the talking I’ve done.

“Two of the times I’ve had to call 911 for him” I confess feeling the emotion from those nights. It was really scary to see my dad being carried into an ambulance.

“The lights remind me of those times and I just-” I cut myself off starting to feel small tears prick my eyes.

“I just don’t like it” i finish still staring up at the ceiling. All the shit from in my mind that I would normally keep in just fell out and into their laps.

An awkward silence fills the room making me feel slightly embarrassed by my sudden rush of emotion.

Clearing my throat I push my body off the fridge taking my eyes off of the ceiling. “Anyways I’m gonna take a nap” I say trying to get away from the always situation by walking back out of the kitchen not waiting for a response.

Falling onto the couch I burry my face into the throw pillow letting my eyes fall. The rush of calm folds over my body like a blanket as my mind goes blank and my breathing goes steady. The darkness off sleep overtaking me.

Carls POV:

She walks into the living room immediately landing on the couch. It seemed like as soon as she hit the couch she was out.

Her sudden confession about her dad runs through my head.

I never knew much about her family but I did know that her dad was a very bad drug addict.

Up until now I always thought he had some sort of control over how much he does. I guess I was wrong.

My eyebrows furrow at the guilt set in my chest.

“Wow” Ian says cutting through the silence in the room. His face showing a mixture of surprise and sadness.

The beer in his hand almost falls due to the light grip he has on it.

“Ya” I respond looking towards the couch that shes currently sleeping on.

“I have to go back to work” Ian awkwardly says putting his beer on the counter before making his way to the front door that he literally just came through.

“Bye” i slightly sigh little emotion being heard in my voice.

Walking into the living room I stare at her relaxed body trying to figure out a way to move her without waking her up.

That would be nearly impossible.

Deciding to just move her quickly I place my arms under her arms lifting her up. I quickly maneuver my body onto the couch slowly lowering her body onto mine.

She stirs a bit in her sleep making me stop my movements. She groans rolling her head to the other side before quickly falling back to sleep.

To make myself more comfortable I move her legs in between mine making her come out of her sleep.

She groans again her eyes fluttering a bit. She wasn’t fully awake but she was sort of awake.

“Mmm” she moans cuddling closer in my chest her arms moving over my sides to my back. “Hi” she smiles closing her eyes with her ear being placed on my heart.

“Go back to bed pretty girl” I smile lightly running my hands through her h/l h/c hair.

She mumbles a smile forming on her face as she lets sleep over take her again.

Even though she was gonna remember all of this tomorrow I couldn’t help but think about wether or not she was gonna act like the conversation happened.

I smile at the woman on top of me wrapping my arms around her shoulders kissing the crown of her head.

We could deal with everything tomorrow. For now I was gonna lay down and enjoy the silence of her soft breathing and the small smile across her face.

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A/N: This is based on my personal experience, but it’s different for everyone. It was hard explaining everything lol. I wish everyone a great day/week.

#carl gallagher #carl gallagher x reader #shameless #weed mention #light angst #fluff #ian gallagher #content warning

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stardragongalaxy · 11 months

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Title: Brightest Jewel

Wordcount: 2474

Trope/Genre: Dragon au, Fantasy, Fluff, Angst, Tattoo artist, Smut, Hybrid au

Member(s): Doctor/Rescue reader x Tattoo Artist Dragon!Seonghwa ft. other members of ateez

Warnings: Switch dynamics, mutual masterbation, breeding, marking, collaring, mentions of poly relationship, tail dynamic (if you know what I mean), terms of endearment, hand holding, rough sex, I think that's it. Let me know if I missed anything

Author's note: Apologies for not posting in a while. Things were going on, but I have returned! This is partly for @whatudowhennooneseesyou mommy may and partly on a dream to a bigger story in the future. I also want to thank @abiaswreck and @kitten4sannie for driving me up the wall with their ideas, lol. Listen to Infinity by Jaymes Young since it was also the biggest inspiration for this piece. Enjoy!! All credits to @cafekitsune for the banner!!

Do not repost, translate, steal, or plagiarize my works. I only post on Tumblr as a platform. Thank you!

Taglist: @kitten4sannie @hipster-shiz @whatudowhennooneseesyou @abiaswreck @anyamaris @cultofdionysusnet @drunk-on-hwa

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Having three weeks off was rare and even more rare to have it off the same time as your boyfriend, Seonghwa. Being a known tattoo artist along with his team that consisted of both humans and hybrids that worked together had its quirks. Any problems however were resolved quickly between Hongjoong, a wolf hybrid and himself, a dragon hybrid. While your work as a doctor in the office and rescue out in the field, who helped every kind of hybrid, had brought the eight hybrids closer after meeting.

Being at home you kept the house clean. Entering his bedroom, you were careful of the belongings. He always kept most of prized treasures there and you took special care to not break anything. Stopping, you looked around admiring his large collection taking in a mental picture of what you could add to it in the future for any occasion. Taking in the decision to get a shower to clean up before Seonghwa got home was best. You snuggled up afterwards after drying off and letting your wet hair dry for a short time causing you to yawn. You decided to put on the necklace Seonghwa gave you when he wasn’t home, taking a nap on the bed afterwards.

Coming home, Seonghwa invited the others inside his home. With their help they put everything away. Calling out your name gently a few times with no response, Seonghwa started to worry going to search through the house with other members helping in that search of you. Yunho being the first one to the door as the others followed to one of the bedrooms that he kept most of his prized possessions in.

“Their scent ends here” Turning to the others, voice laced with concern over you. Seonghwa hearing this, heads over passed the others grabbing the knob and opening the door quietly. Stepping through, he stops looking around in the darkness of the room seeing outlines. Turning, he flips on the lamp looking around better. Hearing shuffling, Seonghwa turns with a finger to his lips nodding over to the bed where you were sleeping. The others smile at the sight of you being in a restful slumber.

The seven members quietly head out the door to leave Seonghwa with you alone, but not before Hongjoong signaling he’d check in later, closing the door behind him carefully. Giving an affirming nod to Hongjoong before he left. Turning, he closed the door quietly to the bedroom. Looking back smiling seeing his most prized jewel of his heart among his treasures in one place. Moving forwards, letting his dark blue tail swish slowly, but gently across the bed to you. Torn between letting you sleep or waking you up. Deciding on the first, he went to go change and get ready for bed. You feel a dip the covers being shuffled gently, tucking you in with the body next to yours. A soft purring growl sounds by your ear and an arm over your side, caressing your clothed stomach gently. His tail gently wrapping around one leg carefully to assure both of you, helping you both drift off to slumber.

Hours passed, a soft, pained whine is sounded in the room followed with rapid breathing. Seonghwa, now being on his back jolted awake with a gasp. Catching his breathe, he brought his shaking hand up to his face giving himself a few minutes to calm down and be grounded in reality. Looking over, making sure you were still here, relieved him when he still saw you sleeping. Carefully moving to the edge of the bed, putting his feet on the ground to ground himself more than he already was while listening.

Giving a small hmm and groan you turn onto your back opening your sleepy eyes. Smiling, you see Seonghwa sitting beside you. Rubbing your eyes, you yawned then looked to your lover. Gaging his reaction, you reached out caressing his tattooed arm swearing you hear a content growl with a soft undertones. You'd swear he sounds similar to a large cat if it wasn’t for the patches of smooth scales and intricate tattoos you felt under your fingertips. Sitting up with one hand on the blanket covering you, you turned on the lamplight. Caressing his back, he turned to look at you, locking eyes making your heart ache seeing the look of emotions behind his glowing eyes. Wanting to find a way to get his mind off his nightmares, you spoke first.

“Love, I’m rather curious about something.. I’m happy with the three-week vacation with you, but..”your voice catching his full attention, turning his body in your direction with a soft tilt of his head while he listens. Looking him over, noticing his usual iridescent scales being more bioluminescent and his eyes, that were normally sapphire, now gave a icy lavender in a soft loving glow to yours “Are you coming into heat?’ asking seriously. He blushes with a nod knowing how he gets when he falls into his times of heat. He'd usually disappear until it was over, but this time he wanted to make sure with you as his mate wanting to make it official to the next step. Particularly, it made it more difficult to stay away after waiting so long.

“Didn’t want to scare you away nor force anything, but I wanted to spend it with you instead of disappearing then waiting for it to pass” looking over at you biting his lip with his fangs softly. You move closer letting the blanket drop and peck his lips leaving him a bit surprised, cheeks full of blush, but showing his smile. “Will you allow me?” asking permission holding his breathe at the answer. Reaching over, you get the collar gently putting it on for him and caressing his cheek lovingly. “Yes love” Letting go of the held breathe, he growls swishing his tail in happiness. Tugging softly on the collar bringing him forward enough to lock eyes giving him the signal. He growls softly then locks lips with yours. Usually, a battle of tongues would start, but you submitted letting him explore you instead. Feeling a new sensation, but not questioning it for now. Peeling the blankets away while laying you back letting his hand roam your body while keeping his other hand on your cheek. Kissing your forehead, he sits back letting you do what you need first since you both wanted to keep from any infections occurring. Upon return to the bed, he moved to straddling you.

Peppering kisses from your face to your neck while lovingly nuzzling into you. “Are you sure?’ Questioning as he raises his head, being inches from your face, and looking into your eyes for assurance. “Once I start this time, there is no going back” Firmly saying. Nodding and pecking his lips while having two fingers in the collar to bring him inches away from your face. “I’m positive that I always want you,” Reassuring him in any way you could, kissing him and letting the collar go gently. Returning the affection, growling softly. He let you lay back down on the comfort below taking the lead. Sitting up, he pulled down the blankets to your feet only seeing you in his shirt covering your body, moaning at the sight already. Helping you take off the shirt, letting it drop to the side of the bed. Caressing the sides of your body taking in your shape to his mind causing you to shiver. Closing his eyes feeling his body shiver with you, but his heart and body feel like they are setting a wildfire ablaze inside. He growls knowing his own heat just started, opening his eyes looking at you. His mind starting to become hazy. Leaning down to your neck, scraping his fangs lightly over your delicate skin, inhaling your warm scents of cinnamon and honey causing a rumbling growl to well up from his chest. Moving his hand down, rubbing over your clothed heat wanting to hear your whines and moans. The very sounds he only gets to hear while slowly teasing your skin.

Growling deeply, once he took time with you, he hooked his claws at the fabric tearing your panties off impatiently, tossing them somewhere in the room exposing your core knowing he’d get more in the future, growling seeing the sight in front of him, seeing the wetness causing him to lick his lips. Locking eyes with yours, fiery lust in his glowing ice blue slitted eyes watching you shiver in anticipation. Smirking, licking his pierced tight snake bitten lips with his split tongue made your body shutter and your heat pulse at the sight. Leaning down taking one breast using his tongue making a jolt of electricity run through your body causing moans to reach the dragon’s hearing. He plays with your other breast with his clawed hand and his tail to wrap upwards around one leg twice, the tip teasing your heat. Switching to give the other side the same attention with a reverberating growl to your chest. Arching your back with a gasp, the pleasure building inside faster than anticipated.

Using his hands to glide down your sides slowly to take in your shape while moving back down to your core making a purring growl with a smirk. Wasting no time, his tail tip coils under the mound moving a little more while he dives into your core using his tongue, caressing your hips and legs while keeping them still without harm, bringing you closer to ecstasy faster than expected.

“I-I’m coming mommy” You gasp out, arching your back, crying out while Seonghwa’s growl vibrates your core taking in all the juices in your release. Using his tongue to help you through your first high. Licking a stripe upon your clit beside his tail with a satisfying hum, listening to your heavenly sounds, smirk upon his face, fevered kisses going upwards along the way marking his trail. Reaching your lips, he gives a purr taking your lips with his own, meshing together, swiping his tongue to let you have a taste of sweet nectar tangling his tongue with yours for a short time. Breaking the kiss, Seonghwa locked eyes with yours, showing all the adorable and love with a smile.

Leaning down, kissing your forehead with a soft growl listening intently to the moment you gasped out his name with a moan. Seonghwa moves back enough to straddle above your body watching your face contort from pleasure from his tail that gently slipped into you, inching slowly to open you up more to what’s next while his tail tip slipped over your spot repeatedly. Smirking, he worked his pants off slowly letting his tail slow enough to get out of the barrier between initiating the mating process. Throwing the pants off finally with one leg somewhere in the room, he growled moving back as before, but now bare.

Feeling his tail slow down, you opened your eyes feeling some of the pleasure recede as you huffed slightly with a soft whine. Deciding in the moment, you reached out, taking his cock in your hand causing him to groan, leaning his head back with a growl. You smirked at his reaction, starting to pump him slowly, hearing his gasps and growls turn into whines sounded like heaven to you with his tail all but slowed to a near stop. Picking up speed, Seonghwa shuttered above you with heavy pants after a time calling your name with vigor getting closer to his release. His tattoos glowing along with his heated scales with his head now locked on you, glowing brighter than any star in the night sky. You play with the head causing a strangled groan with a buck of his hips, knowing he won’t last if he lets you continue.

Grabbing your wrist, halting your movements with an intense look that could burn you alive in the heat of the moment. Hearing his deep growl, he pulls your hand away firmly, but gently in the moment. Moving to hover above you to lock eyes. “We finish this together, because mommy wants to make sure you are taken care of” Leaning down being centimeters from touching noses with each other “in many waysss” he finishes letting his s sound to be more snake like. You feel your body jolt as he moves his tail inside you again to tease you. Seeing you gasp out cause a tug to his lips and intensity to heighten in his eyes to look more demon like. Leaning down, he nips at your neck with a growl letting you jolt from the sensitivity then kisses your neck. Removing his tail after being sure you were prepared for him. He began the next step entering you, watching your expressions best he was able making sure there wasn’t any thing to go wrong. Comforting you in the process until he bottomed out, kissing your face softly and watching you intently until you gave the signal to continue. Locking eyes again, all you could see is all the concern, love, and intensity in his eyes. You took a moment to adjust, taking his hand in yours bringing it to your lips kissing the back of his hand. “Move love” Speaking calmly, but confidently causing him to smile and start moving this time with a growl. Starting again slow and picking up relentlessly letting his inner beast take over, lacing one hand to yours against the bed.

“I’m going make sure the hatchlings and you are well taken care of. Mommy and the others will make sure of it” Growling out causing you to shutter in moans at the thoughts or what you can understand that is. He growls, watching you getting close to your release he moves his free hand down playing with your clit while snarling, bearing his fangs. “I-I’m” Your words are cut short when he leans down, biting your neck causing your body to jolt, arching up and screaming out his name. Shaking from the orgasm as he marks you causing him to growl against your neck. Throwing his head back afterwards, letting out a powerful roar that makes the house tremble, releasing within you making sure your bodies are close as possible in the moment. Chasing afterwards until you both were through the orgasms, Seonghwa kisses your forehead with his purring pushing your hair out of your face. Smiling up at him, pecking his lips in the moment caressing his hand in happiness. “Lets get cleaned up” Seonghwa speaks first, picking you up into his arms having you wrap your legs around his waist while still inside you. He smirks, while you rest your head on his shoulder, wrapping his tail around both your bodies. What he didn’t tell you was when it would happen.

#mommy!may #ateez #ateez smut #ateez scenarios #Seonghwa smut #dragon au #cultofdionysusnet #hybrid au #18+ only

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nieshiren · 1 year

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Eywa has decided part 2

After 200 years I have finally found time and inspiration to write the second part to my story. Hope you guys enjoy it. Its not beta read so sorry for any mistakes.

Summary: After bonding Miles and Y/N wake up the next morning. Once again they make love, soon however their blissful morning is cut short by the Recom squad that is looking for Quaritch. Quickly they escape and Y/n takes her mate Miles home.

Warnings: Smut, p in v, oral, strong language

Words: 2547

Part 1

For the first time in what felt like forever, Miles woke up with a smile on his face. He felt like he was finally himself, one night with his mate has changed everything for him. He felt at peace with himself and with whatever he had to do to prove himself to her and her clan. His body and mind felt finally like his. He was making decision for what was to come, and not this memory of a human man he was before.

Y/n sighed happily in his arms, still asleep. His arms tightened around her; he is never letting her go. The way she called for him last night, penetrated his soul. He knew she was his destiny and there was nothing else for him.

Her wavy hair was sprawled around her face on his chest, he could see every mark he has left on her last night. Slowly he kissed her forehead, admiring her beauty. He fell in love with her even more seeing her sound asleep in his arms, absolutely trusting him. The sun danced over her blue skin. Miles slowly ran his hands over her naked body, he could stay like this forever, he thought. If this Eywa could just stop time. Slowly her eyes opened, blinking a few times because of the sun.

‘Good morning, Princess.’ Miles said, meeting her golden gaze. Wide smile spread on her face instantly. Without replying she grabbed his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Sighing as his tongue slipped past her lips. Miles smiled at the eagerness of his mate. After few minutes of kissing, they pulled apart, panting.

‘Someone’s eager.’ Miles chuckled, brushing her wild hair from her face.

‘I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself. I was worried last night was a dream.’ Said Y/n her cheeks heating up.

‘No need to apologies.’ Miles smiled, pulling her in for one more kiss. Y/n giggled, as she found herself straddling his lap.

‘And last night was far form a dream my dear, you are never getting rid of me.’ he said, rubbing his fingers over the marks he left on her neck.

‘Get rid of you? Never! You are my mate! Forever!’ she gripped his shoulders. Miles smiled at her dedication. Warmth spread in his chest, knowing she loved him with her whole soul.

‘Forever.’ He agreed, brushing his large palms down her back, stopping at her bum. Softly he squeezed her, loving the feeling of her full ass in his hands.

‘Uhm...’ she hummed at his touch. Feeling hotter instantly. She never imagined a single touch by her mate could affect her like that. Now she understood why new mates in the clan were inseparable. She wanted him to consume her whole. Her hips slid over his naked front, wanting to feel more of him.

‘Oh, princess.’ He whispered, biting her ear lightly. She could feel his length harden.

‘I need you.’ she said, moving her hips against him once more.

‘You have me.’ he said, taking hold of her waist and pulling her a little higher. Her full breasts brushed over his chest. Light blush spread over her cheeks and chest.

‘Fuck, look at you, so pretty and needy. Aren’t you darling.’ His right hand went to his cock, gripping the base. He slowly rubbed it over her wet entrance.

‘Need you, yes only you Miles. My mate.’ Fuck, she was gonna be the death of him. Crying for his cock first thing in the morning. And how could he not indulge her, this beautiful woman that changed his life for the better. Slowly he buried his hard cock into her, carefully so he wouldn’t hurt her.

‘Ahhhh!’ she whined, pushing her hips down asking for more.

‘Fuck, princess I wanna stay like this forever.’ He said, gripping the hair at the back of her head and pulling her into a deep kiss. Y/n whined against his lips, sucking on his bottom lip desperately. She needed him to move, she needed to feel him deep inside of her. He could tell she was desperate and so her gripped her hips, pulling her down to meet his thrusts.

‘Oh Eywa!’ she cryed, feeling him hit just the right spot deep inside her. He grinned, thrusting upwards, into her wet pussy. Absolutely intoxicated by the feeling of her wet walls gripping his cock, sucking him in.

‘Oh Y/N it’s not Eywa that’s filling you up, scratching that pretty pussy of yours.’ Filthy words were leaving his mouth, he couldn’t help it, and Y/n love it. Miles could tell by the way her pussy tightened.

‘Miles!!’ she moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders. He absolutely loved the sting; it made him feel even more alive. Miles’s lips were on her neck once more, licking the love bites, and adding some new once. Y/n’s legs were trembling now, slowly approaching her high. Miles could tell by how her breathing changed, she would close her eyes, her head falling back. And so, he stopped, quickly pulling her of his dripping length.

‘Ahhh…noo…’ Y/n cried instantly. Not understanding why he stopped, she found herself on her back on the soft grass.

‘You are so beautiful; I can’t take my eyes off you.’ Miles said, as the sun cover her whole body. She was still shaking, big bright eyes looking at him in confusion.

‘Why did you stop?’ she asked, slowly catching her breath. Miles hovered over her, leaving kisses on her hot face.

‘Because I didn’t want it to end so fast.’ He explained, his lips latching onto her nipple.

‘Ahh...’ Y/n moaned again, her head falling back instantly. ‘I just want to eat you up. I can’t stop tasting every bit of you.’ his tongue swirled around her other nipple, making her toes curl. His large hands cupped both of her breaths as he sucked and licked them. Y/n’s legs fell open, needing more. Miles pushed himself against her. His cock sliding along her puffy wet pussy. Y/n was completely at his mercy, crying out his name with every lick and thrust.

‘Don’t worry baby, I will take care of you.’ Miles himself was shocked at his willpower to not just fuck her senseless. But he wanted to savour every second he got. He kissed and licked down her soft belly, his hands brushing over her sides. Making her shiver.

‘Fuck look at that.’ He said as he gripped her thighs, pushing them apart even more. Y/n looked down at him. Seeing the hungry look in his eyes as he watched her, made her ever wetter.

‘This pussy is all mine!’ he said, pulling Y/n closer. She slid over the grass yelping in surprise.

‘Yes!’ she answered without thinking. At that he lowered himself between her legs. His tongue lapping up all the slick, not wanting to waste a drop. ‘Oel ngati kameie.’ He mumbled into her pussy, swirling his tongue around her clit. ‘Oel ngati kameie.’ Y/n cried, aching her back. She was coming undone underneath him. and she couldn’t be happier, she felt loved, desired, wanted, needed. She could feel how much Miles wanted her with every move of his tongue.

‘You taste so good baby.’ Miles said before sliding his tongue into her wet opening. Y/n gripped his hair, throwing her hard back once more. Quickly Miles used his thumb on her clit, moving is circles. He knew she was about to come. Swirling his tongue quickly, he was absolutely ecstatic to make her feel good.

‘Oh, yes, yes Miles, don’t stop!’ she cried, pushing his head down so he couldn’t get away again. Miles flicked his thumb over her swollen bud rhythmically, and soon Y/n was falling over the edge. Quickly he removed his thumb and sucked her clit into his mouth. Y/n cried out loudly, body shaking she absolutely lost her mind because of Miles.

‘Fuck you are amazing.’ Miles gasped after he pulled away from her pussy. Y/n couldn’t reply, she just laid there, breathing hard with a smile on her face. Slowly Miles took her braid into his hand, connecting it with his own. He took a deep breath through his nose. Y/n whimpered as they connected, electricity ran true both of their bodies. Miles laid next to her, pulling her to him.

‘Nothing compares to this feeling.’ He said into her hair, holding her close. The bond with her made him feel whole again, like every missing piece of him fell into place.

‘Just you wait when I take you to the tree of souls.’ Y/n smiled, knowing there would be no going back for him after he connects to Eywa. Miles just smiled, know entirely sure what she meant, but he would follow her anywhere.

Soon he was taken out of his thoughts when he felt Y/n wrap her hand around his still hard cock. She looked at him shyly.

‘Did you not have enough my little minx?’ he lifted his eyebrows at her.

‘Never.’ She said, batting her eyelashes at him as she slowly stroked him. ‘Ahh.’ He moaned, swiftly he pushed her back on the ground, crawling on top of her.

‘Spread those juicy tights for me baby.’ He said, holding his cock in his had. He could honestly cum just like this. Watching her naked body bask in the morning sun, every curve and hump, his and his only. Y/n giggled, covering her face with her arm as she spread her legs for him.

‘Non of that!’ He smiled, lowering himself between her legs. He pulled her arm away, looking deep into her eyes.

‘don’t ever hide form me? do you understand? You are gorgeous, and I love you.’ as he finished the sentence, his cock slid into her. Y/N gasped, nodding her head.

‘I love you too.’ She whimpered as he stared moving. Soon she was a babbling mess underneath him. he couldn’t get enough though, the way her breasts bounced as he fucked her. Her lips were puffy from all the kissing and biting, her eyes rolled back into her head every time he managed to hit that special stop inside of her. Miles was getting close as well, the warmth and wetness surrounding him was getting too much. It was all to good, she was everything he could ever wish for. His eyes slid over her body, stopping at her plush belly. He reached out, running his palm over her soft skin. Then he pushed on her lowed belly and Y/n was coming around his cock. Screaming his name, which was enough for Miles to push him over the edge. He kept fucking her through her orgasm as he filled her up with his seed.

‘Yes baby, you are taking he so well!’ he almost growled as the last of his released was pumped into her. Miles fell on the ground next to her, panting he gripped her body, pulling her closer.

The forest suddenly got quite around them, as if to warn them. Y/n noticed this right away as the forest was always lively. She sat up and Miles followed her.

‘What is wrong princess?’

‘Colonel Quaritch!’ someone shouted not too far from them, and Miles’s heart stopped. He quickly got up, pulling Y/n with him. As they were still connected, she knew what was troubling him.

‘We have to leave now!’ he said urgently. She nodded, disconnecting their tsaheylu. They quickly got dressed and started running towards Y/n’s Ikran.

‘Colonel!!’ the shouting didn’t stop. Soon however Y/n found the tree where she left Ra’i. Quickly she climbed up, ‘come!’ she called Miles, and he followed her without a question. Y/n was quickly connected to her ikran and climbing on it’s back. Miles didn’t have time to question the marvellous beast, they needed to get away. So, he climbed on it’s back, the bird startled a bit, but Y/n was quick to calm it down.

‘Hush Ra’i, he’s my mate.’ She petted him. ‘Hold on tight, my Miles.’ She said as soon they were taking off.

‘Holy shit!’ Miles gasped as the ascended high into the sky, flying above the trees. The sound of his troupe looking form him was no longer threatening them. Miles gripped his arms tightly around Y/n not wanting to slip off the beats and fall hundreds of kilometres down. He did however enjoy the wind in his hair, and the bright sun above them.

‘This is amazing.’ He told Y/n, looking over pandora, but feeling as if he was seeing it with different eyes. Now it all seemed so much more beautiful to him. Like he belonged there. Soon they approached the hallelujah mountains.

‘Where are we going?’ he asked. Y/n turned her face towards him.

‘Home.’ She said, smiling. Miles’s heart started beathing faster, he knew there was going to be trouble. But he couldn’t keep her from her clan. From her life. And as she was his life now, so he would follow her not matter what awaited him there.

‘Y/n!!’ someone shouted her name as they landed on the edge of a cave. Y/n jumped off first and Miles followed her, standing behind her as if he was trying to hide.

‘Spider, darling.’ Y/n laughed as a human boy approached her. ‘MAMA!’ he called as he jumped into her arms. ‘I was so worried about you.’ he said, hugging her, still not noticing the stranger behind her. ‘I’m alright my dear, I have found my mate.’ She said, turning to Miles, with Spider in his arms. Miles’s heart did a flip. He knew his son was with the Na’vi, having mated with Y/n he saw all her memories. But seeing HIS son call his mate Mama and hug her like this made him feel extremely happy. Even if the boy would hate him, he knew Y/n would be there for him no matter what. Y/n put Spider down. He frowned at the weird looking Na’vi.

‘Spider this is Miles.’ Said Y/n. The kids’ eyes widened. Miles offered him his hand. ‘Miles Quaritch.’ He said, as he looked the kid in his eyes. Waiting fer his reaction.

‘Y/n Where have you been? are you crazy! How could you break the rules like that!’ Spider had no time to say anything to his father as non other them Jake Sully approached them. Very angry at Y/n. Miles at to fight all his instincts to not jump in front of her to protect his newly found mate.

‘Oh Y/n we were so worried!’ Neytiri followed her husband.

‘I’m safe don’t worry. I have found a mate.’ She said quickly as they approached.

‘Oh, my sister that’s amazing.’

‘Who is your mate?’ Asked Jake still a little angry she broke the rules. Y/n stepped to the side, reviling her mate. Miles stood still ready for anything. Jake recognised him right away, eyes wide he pulled out his knife. Neytiri’s face fell, she didn’t recognize him yet, but she knew something was not right as her husband was ready to attack. She also noticed his human clothes.

‘Jake please.’ Y/n said, taking Miles’s hand into hers.

‘How could you bring him here!’ he shouted. Coming closer and baring his teeth at them. Hissing.

‘Eywa has decided.’ Said Y/n calmly. Both Jake and Neytiri stood still absolutely shocked.

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larry-22-blog · 1 year

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Period complications 6 x First Time

Hello, there is the 6th part of the series, where Erling and his love finally take the big step :)

I hope you enjoy it, let me know if you have any feedback, if you would like me to include something specific in the next parts or if you have any prompts.

I try to either include your requests or feedback in the series or consider writing it independently.

Last week I went to the doctor to check if anything looked good after the treatment.

Erling was by my side, as always, holding me together, putting a comforting hand on my thigh when he saw it shaking.

Best boy in the world.

Today was Saturday and Erling didn't have any matches this weekend so I was planning a nice romantic dinner, with candles and some red wine.

Tonight is going to be the night.

I was prepared.

I had a nice bath, shaved all my body, washed my hair, rubbed some lotion and oil on my body then proceeded to do my hair and apply some light makeup.

I dressed up in a light blue flowy dress, no bra just some white lacy panties.

I looked at myself in the mirror smiling, happy with my choices.

At first, I was thinking about dressing in something sexier, a red lace dress, tight and short. But it just wasn't me.

I hope Erling will like me dressed like this.

My boy, he's been out all day, having practice and recovery, then running some errands.

I miss him.

I looked at the clock, he should be home soon.

I got the plates ready and lit some more candles.

"Perfect," I said before hearing the familiar sound of the car engine.

I went to the front door to wait for him, feeling suddenly very nervous.

"Love, I'm--" he opened the door, then saw me "hi…" I said shyly looking up at him.

"Wow baby, you look absolutely stunning!" He said, eyes wide as he checked me out.

I blushed.

He walked up to me, putting his hands on my waist "Did I miss something…? Why are you so nervous baby?" He asked worried, looking into my eyes, then moving one of his hands to caress my cheek and the other to hold my trembling hand.

"I want tonight to be our night…" I said, looking up into his beautiful eyes.

"Baby, are you sure? There is no rush, please don't think that you have to do it on my account, like baby, I'm fine with waiting…" he tried but I cut him off.

"Yes, but I'm not fine with waiting, I want you. All of you." I tried to pull him in a kiss but he was looking at me, making sure I'm absolutely positive about my decision "it's not fair that you're this tall…" I whined, pouting, making him smile before giving in and kissing me.

"You're a shortie," he said into the kiss "hey!" I tried to playfully push at his shoulders "I never said I didn't like it, absolutely love our height difference, well our size difference" he kissed me on the nose.

"You knew you have a size difference kink, you perv" I pulled at his hair, trying to get him to kiss me again.

"As if you don't, you naughty girl, you think I don't see you lusting over my body, blushing whenever I caught you staring? You love how big I am, especially compared to you" he teased and I couldn't help but blush "what do you think are the features I'm most attracted to?" I teased.

"Hmmm well, not necessarily in this order but you love my back, especially my shoulders, my chest, I know you have a thing for my pecs, abs, my legs, yeah definitely my thighs, you always watch my thighs especially when I'm wearing shorts, or well, nothing, also I think for some reason you like my butt? I think it's quite plain but you do you, babe, anyways, maybe my hands? Arms? I don't know, I'm curious to know your answer" he said, kissing me softly "awww baby you're blushing, it's ok, no need to be shy around me"

"I think that what I like most about you in terms of features is your face?" I said shyly, shocking him "my face, really? No way, but I have such a weird one, people have quite mixed opinions of it… I personally think it's weird too," he said.

"I think your face is beautiful, you have such stunning eyes, your cheekbones and jawline are to die for, your lips, damn your lips are so fucking beautiful, so big and plush and kissable and your hair, damn, I have to admit it's my weakness, so fucking soft and long and fits you perfectly. Your pale skin and blonde hair… I don't think I ever met someone remotely like you. You just are both so tough and so soft? I think you just switch your features depending on the mood?" I asked, looking up into his eyes, he was smiling down at me, face a little red "are we still talking about my face??" He giggled.

"Partially, but like how do you look so though on the pitch, with your hair tied and wearing your gorgeous blue and white equipment, you just walk onto the pitch like you own it, the whole stadium, hell the whole world, you look absolutely invincible, so big and strong and confident, a true Viking…" I explained passionately "but that's just a part of you, you're so fucking complex. When you are like this, hair pulled down, sparkling eyes, your perfect smile, comfy clothes, hoodie and beanie, you just, you're the complete opposite. You are actually such a big softie, a teddy bear, so loving and protective and just wonderful, thank you for allowing me to see you, the real you. I just adore this part of you, it shows up around your family and friends mostly, but at some points, it also can be seen with the way you treat your teammates, people you work with, and even the opposite team sometimes" I finished "Not that I don't absolutely love the rest of your body, you know I absolutely do, all you mentioned are valid points, the hottest guy in the world" I completed making him laugh "wow baby, I didn't think I was this complex"

"You are, both an angel and the devil when you want to" I smiled.

"The dinner is getting cold, let's go eat" I took his hand and pulled him towards the dining room, then made him sit down first, which he protested, wanting to help me with my chair "nope, I'm the host tonight, you sit down and relax".

I served him the dinner and a glass of wine then served myself "wow baby, it looks amazing" Erling complimented me "mmm tastes delicious too" he moaned making me blush "thank you, baby, I'm glad you like it"

After we ate, he helped me clean the table and put everything in the dishwasher then came behind me while I was washing my hands, hugging me, and putting his head in the crock of my neck.

"Have I ever scared you, you know, like really scared you?" He asked, looking sadly down at me.

"Ahh all the time, whenever I see you with a ball around I'm scared" I half-joked, he actually was really scary whenever he has a ball around.

"We have hundreds of balls around the house! So you're scared of me all the time?!" He laughed.

"You caught me, oops" I giggled, I turned around, hugging him.

"We have to work on your fear of balls" he kissed my hair.

"Oh, so you do want to kill me? I thought you loved me" I whined, pinching his side, making him yelp.

"Nope, we are so doing that, mark my word, you're going to be the greatest footballer of all time" he suddenly lifted me up, scaring me with the force "Erling!!" I protested, but put my legs around his waist as I looked down at him "well, that's new, I quite like the view from above" I giggled, kissing his nose, arms around his strong neck "now, make me yours, Erling Braut Håland" I said his name, trying to pronounce it correctly.

"Fuck, you saying my name like this makes turns me so bad" he groaned, making his way to our room, in his arms, not breaking a sweat as he carries me.

Fuck if this doesn't turn me on.

"Fuck baby, it looks so pretty," he said as he opened the door.

I made sure the room is clean and put scented candles all over.

"Thank you, I tried my best" I giggled but it was cut short by him putting me onto the bed, leaning over me, and making me gulp at how close he was.

"My pretty flower…" he said, rubbing my pink cheek with the pad of his thumb, before kissing me.

"Don't be afraid, I'm going to take care of you, make you feel so good. Can't wait to make you mine, my love" he whispered, before moving his hand down to caress my waist, then my thigh, then reaching under my dress to squeeze my bum as he pressed himself down, I could feel how hard he was as his front made contact with mine, making me moan.

He began kissing my neck, as began moving his hips, then moved down to kiss my breast, playing with my nipples, knowing how much it turns me on, and how sensitive my nipples are. I was a moaning mess when he stopped, whining and trying to pull him back in as he lifted himself up to get rid of his hoodie, throwing it away.

I moaned as I saw his muscles flex with each movement.

"Please baby…" I whined.

"I want to eat you out, I want to make you come on my tongue," he said darkly, voice deep as he looked into my eyes with such intensity and determination I felt myself shiver.

"Don't be afraid baby, it's just me… Do you want to hold my hand?"

"Please" he takes my trembling hand in his, kissing it before moving down so he's kneeling in front of the bed, between my legs, looking up at me, asking for permission. I nodded, afraid, shivering as he lifts my dress up, kissing the back of my thigh as he moved closer so his face was right in front of my private parts.

"Mmm you smell so fucking good" he rolled down my panties and I felt vulnerable. Excited but afraid.

"You taste even better" he put his mouth on me and it felt so fucking good, I moaned loudly, throwing my head.

"Oh my fucking God!" I put one of my hands in his hair, pulling him closer and pushing him away then pulling him closer again. I wasn't sure myself.

"Actually it's just Erling, not a God, I mean not that I know of" he chuckled, pulling me closer by my hips.

It didn't take long until I came moaning his name.

It felt so fucking good.

"You're so good at this… You should be illegal" I moaned, pulling him away, feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm.

He gave me one last kiss before moving up in our initial position, with him above me.

"I'm glad you liked it as much as I did." He said, leaning in to kiss me "Erling, you've got my… all over you!" I protested trying to push him away from me.

But of course, I didn't stand a chance against his strength "come on, taste yourself, 5 out for 5 starts rating, totally recommend you try it" he said, kissing me and I eventually melted into the kiss, the taste wasn't that bad, certainly not combined with Erling's own taste.

We ended up making out, lost in the pleasure but eventually, he moved his attention to my breasts again. He has a big thing for my chest for sure. That or he just likes it because I love it?

"Let's get undressed," he said into the kiss, standing up and pulling me with him as he got rid of his pants, leaving him completely nude before me and me still dressed.

"I don't get it," I said, and he looked at me confused "how can you be naked in front of me and me dressed and yet I'm the one who is feeling completely naked and you fully dressed?" I asked, looking up at him, smiling shyly.

"You're just afraid baby, but you don't have to be, you're with me, and nothing bad will happen, I'll protect you, always," he said putting his hands on my cheeks as he kissed me tenderly.

I eventually broke the kiss as I pushed him to sit on the bed.

I sat there in front of him, looking straight at him as I peeled my dress off from my shoulder, letting it fall in a pile at my feet.

Erling's eyes never left me.

"Well, that's it, this is all of me…" I said insecurity clear in my voice.

Erling pulled me in by my waist so I was sitting in his lap "I love you, baby, I love your beautiful body, I love your huge heart and this beautiful and unique brain of yours. I love your past and your present and hopefully, I'll get to love your future if you allow me. I love you. All of you." He said and I was crying by the end, completely in awe with this man.

"I love you…" I said, kissing him, breaking our eye contact.

"I can't wait to be yours, 100%," I said against his lips "you're already mine, just like I'm already yours," he said, turning us around to pin me down under him again, kissing down my neck, paying attention to my breasts, my nipples, taking one in his mouth as his fingers trained down till they reached back between my legs "I'm going finger you a bit, so it won't hurt as badly," he said, continuing playing with my nipples making me a moaning mess.

He put the first finger in and it already felt like a stretch. Oh, God. How was I going to fit him?

But it felt so good.

"Fuck" is all I said when I felt him add one more finger in, I was a moaning mess, so turned on and so ready.

I had one hand in his hair as he was sucking on my boob and the other was holding on to the bed sheet, trying to get a grip.

"Baby, I'm so fucking close…" I moaned but he didn't stop, he was determined to make me orgasm. And he does, for the second time today, making me shout his name as I got lost in the pleasure.

After a while I calmed down and he pulled out, lifting himself up and moving so he lined up with me, tugging at his hard cock as he looked at me "let me get a condom…" he reached out to his nightstand and took a condom out but I stopped him before he could open the package.

I was blushing again, not knowing how to tell him.

"I actually, I'm clean, I got tested after my, you know…" I referred to the incident on my last period and he nodded "and I also talked to the doctor then, I started taking pregnancy pills, and you get tested regularly I know you're clean, so like could we maybe do this without a condom…?" I was a blushing mess by the end of my speech.

"Fuck baby, sounds like a fucking dream, of course, I want to be inside you bare" he kissed me with so much passion I barely got a chance to react.

He was on top of me, lining his cock with my entrance, before breaking the kiss to look into my eyes "we're in this together, yes? Tell me everything you're feeling baby, if you want me to stop, I'll stop, if you want to slow down we will slow down, yeah? You set the pace, I follow your rules" he said holding my hand and I nod "I trust you to take care of me" is all I said before he started pulling in, leaving me breathless.

He was so big and it felt so weird at first, it felt like a burn, so much pressure but I didn't want him to stop so I hold back my tears as I tried to bear the pain, giving Erling a small smile.

He was watching me "It will feel better, I promise," he said, stopping as he saw the pain in my eyes, kissing the tears away.

He wasn't even halfway inside me…

"Can you try to move again?" I asked after I calmed down, feeling myself getting used to the stretch.

This time it didn't feel as bad, but as he retracted and went back halfway something inside me felt like popping. And it hurt, making me gasp and hold onto his shoulders, hiding my face in his neck as he kissed my hair "shhh, it will get better now, you're so strong baby, I'm so proud of you…" he moaned and I saw him teased too, he was gripping the sheets to calm himself down.

I wonder how does it feel for him?

"Is it, does it feel good for you? Do I feel ok?" I ask shyly.

"You feel so fucking good, you have no idea, so tight and so fucking wet baby, it's taking everything in me not to fucking come" he moaned, his voice sounding so rough.

"Kiss me" I take a hold of his face, kissing him and pulling him down on me "you can move" I whisper into the kiss, moaning when he does actually move.

I felt myself being looser now, my body adjusted to his size.

And it feels so fucking good as he moves, I scratch at his back trying to hold on, moaning into the kiss as he picks up speed.

"You feel so fucking good baby, I'm not going to last…" he groaned, resting his body weight on one hand as the other took a hold of my breast, massaging it as he moved his hips.

He was moving much faster, I barely got a grip, trying to hold onto him.

But I could see that he was holding back.

And I can't wait until we get to the point where he won't need to hold back.

"I'm close…" I moan, tears running down my face "me too, cum for me baby" he said, accent ticking and I absolutely did cum.

And it felt so fucking good, my insides tightening around his length as he kept fucking me through it, following immediately after with a shout of my name.

We were both panting, him halfway laying on top of me, still inside me, face in my pillow, muscles tense and me, well I was a mess, still holding him, arms around his shoulders.

"You just had to, huh?" I said, still out of breath into his shoulder, kissing his collarbone.

"Hmm?" He asked confused, but not moving.

"Had to give me 3 orgasms, a hat-trick…" I giggled, threading my fingers through his soft hair.

He laugh at that as he lifted his face from the pillow, facing me "It was our first time, I didn't want to disappoint…"

"Oh, you definitely didn't, 5 out of 5 stars rating" I joked "best I ever had" I giggled and he laughed at my bad jokes.

He pulled out of me, and I feel so empty. I miss him inside me already.

"I love you so much baby, thank you for trusting me, I'll forever treasure this moment, I hope it was as good for you as it was for me," he said seriously, not breaking eye contact.

"It was perfect, thank you, you took such good care of me, Erling…" I answered, kissing him lovingly.

Erling turned us around so he was now on his back with me on top as we continued to make out "we should shower, we're all dirty" I broke the kiss, but Erling was not happy "maybe after the second round…" he said and then turned us around again, pinning me down on the bed as he entered me again.

"Erling!" I whined but I was secretly loving every second of it.

"I know you love it, you can't fool me, baby," he said, as he picked up speed again.

We got lost in the pleasure, into each other and soon enough we were both coming, moaning each other's name.

"You're trying to kill me tonight…" I said into his strong chest. He was still inside me.

"Nah, I'm quite fond of you…" he joked, massaging my boobs.

"What are my boobs, stress balls now?" I giggled.

"I mean they can be, but I'm not stressed now, not after what just happened," he said, kissing me on the cheek.

I yawned and he looked down at me betrayed "am I boring you?!" He fake gasped and I reached down to pull another pillow from the pile on my side of the bed to smack it in his face when my hand made contact with something different.

"You've got to be kidding me?!" I pulled it from under the pillow and pushed it into his chest, giving him a death glare.

He didn't get it at first but when he saw the ball he couldn't stop laughing, falling next to me, pulling out of me in the process, and holding the ball.

"Of course, the hat-trick ball had to be in bed with us on our first time" I laughed, moving so I was hugging his head on his chest as he put an arm around me to hold me closer while still playing with the ball.

"It's meant to be I'm telling you, babe, it's the hat-trick ball I scored last week against Wolves on your birthday" he giggled taking my hand and pulling it over over the ball.

"You know, if we have one more round and I make you come two more times then it would mean 6 orgasms and 3 rounds basically a hat-trick of hat-tricks…" he smirked and I blushed "well if we must…" I giggled as he moved above me, handing me the ball, and pulling it in, in a swift motion "fuck, it already feels like home" he moaned as he eased in.

He ended up giving me 2 more orgasms, making me see stars. By the end of round 3, I was dead.

"Best night of my life" he whispered as he hold me into his arms, pulling the covers over me, as I laid between his legs, head resting on his chest, hugging him.

"Best night of our lives" I corrected him, moving my hand to hold his, over the hat-trick ball as I drifted into sleep.

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fishfingersalad · 3 months

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The foretold fic of Connie and South helping Wash bleach his hair for the first time! Includes Wash and Lina as siblings.

Fic under the cut

Lunch was a rather boring affair with York away on a mission and North on shore leave with his sister. If you asked Wash who was more likely to come back injured, he couldn’t tell you. The man was abruptly jolted out of his musings by something slamming down onto the table in front of him.

“‘Sup loser”

Wash sighed and turned to the voice, “Hi South. I thought you were supposed to be Austria or something”

South dramatically threw herself down on the bench next to him, “Firstly, it was Australia, second, I got sent home early for an attempted assault of an officer,” She flipped her hair out of her face. “Thirdly you now owe me thirty dollars.”

“THIRTY DOLLARS??? What- I- Why??”

“Thirty dollars Australian, not American, and,” she gently threw a plastic shopping bag onto the table, “I heard you were thinking about going blond”

Wash shot up so fast he almost fell off the bench “How do you know about that? You weren’t even in the room?? I don’t even think you were on the ship?!?”

South waved her hand ambiguously “You told Ohio who told Connie who told me, and I needed to pick up some dye to redo my tips anyway. So, wanna do your hair?”

Wash considered it for a minute. Getting hair products outside of shampoo while in space was hard, plus the only other people he knew who dyed their hair were Vera and Carolina. He’d listened to Vera complaining about getting chemical burns on her scalp so he didn’t exactly trust her skills, and asking Carolina for help seemed like a good way to end up on the training room floor. It looked like South was, unfortunately, his best bet.

He sighed, “Yeah, sure. Why not.”

A slightly manic grin spread across South’s face before she spun around and yelled across the mess hall, “HEY CONNIE! HE SAID YES!”

Connie turned and yelled back “WAIT REALLY?!”

“YEAH, GET OVER HERE! WE GOTTA DO IT BEFORE HE WIMPS OUT!”

Someone, probably Georgia judging by the voice, shouted, “SHUT THE FUCK UP ASSHOLES, I’M TRYNA EAT”

As he stared at the women's twin smirks, Wash got the feeling he may have made the wrong decision. He sighed, resigned to his fate. “Can I atleast finish my lunch first?”

Half an hour later saw Wash sitting on a bench in the women's showers wearing an old torn shirt he’d stolen from Maine. South was shaking a bottle with something blue in it, while Connie was gently finger combing his hair. Wash turned his head towards South, “Remind me why both of you need to be here again?”

South smirked again, “‘Cause I’ve been dying my own hair since I was like thirteen, and Connie knows how to cut hair so if we fuck up she can atleast make you look decent.”

Connie reached over to smack South on the arm, “I’ll have you know I used to bleach and dye my hair all the time. I probably have more experience with bleach than you, Miss natural blonde.”

Wash almost dropped the box of pink hair dye he was looking over, “Wait, seriously? You with coloured hair?”

Connie laughed, “Yes, seriously. I was really into scene and emo culture, I’ll show you some pictures sometime.”

South slammed the bottle on the sink a couple of times before going back to shaking it, “What like, teased hair, raccoon tail dye, all that?”

“Yep! Bright pink and green too.”

“No way!” South tilted the bottle a bit before walking over to Wash and Connie,“Heads up Wash, this is gonna smell like cat piss and itch a bit. If it starts burning, wash it out.”

“Wha-” His words were cut off by the odd feeling of a thick liquid on his hair. True to South’s word he felt a tingling feeling on his scalp, it was uncomfortable but not painful. He did have to resist the urge to scratch it as the blond woman rubbed it into his hair.

“Y’know,” South started, “We’re probably gonna have some leftover bleach, Wash’s hair is pretty short… Connie, how ‘bout we bring back the old hairstyle?”

“Are you asking if I wanna bleach some of my hair again?”

South shrugged, “I mean, why not? We’ve got all the materials.”

Connie pondered it a second before nodding, “Yeah sure, probably no raccoon stripes this time though”

“Hell yeah! Wash is just about done now.”

Wash suddenly zoned back in, “I am?”

“Connie, flick his cheek for me and then sit your ass down next to him so I can bleach yours” Connie happily obliged, “Wash, grab that plastic bag and put it over your hair”

Wash tilted his head, thinking maybe he heard her wrong “What? Why?”

“D’you wanna question me, or do you want your hair to be bleached properly?” Wash silently complied. “So, Connie, where do you want me to bleach?”

Connie eventually settled on bleaching the shaved part of her hair for the effect of, as South put it, ‘a sickass hot pink undercut’. The packaging said they had to wait half an hour before washing out their hair, none of them particularly felt like wandering around with plastic on their hair so the three of them were sitting on the tiled bathroom floor and gossiping. They were halfway through Connie telling them about how she accidentally walked in on Florida and Wyoming in a storage closet when the alarm on South’s watch went off.

The two of them with bleach in their hair went to separate stalls to rinse it out. Together, Wash and Connie turned to look at themselves in the mirror.

Connie turned a little to look at her now blonde undercut from a different angle, “Y’know I think it looks good! How about you, Wash?”

Wash stared at his reflection for a second before turning to the third person in the room, “South”

“Yeah?”

“...”

“South, why is my hair ORANGE?!?” Connie tried to muffle her giggles for a moment before giving up and beginning to laugh so hard she had to gasp for breath.

“Well, Wash. You have dark hair. Like really dark. It's- pfft- it’s not gonna go blond in one round of bleaching”

Wash looked at her, his face full of betrayal, “We have to do this AGAIN?”

South just shrugged “I mean, I thought we might. There’s a reason I bought two boxes of bleach.”

“We should- we should wait another- pffft- another day or two before bleaching it aga- again” Connie was just about rolling on the floor.

“I’M GONNA HAVE ORANGE HAIR FOR A FEW DAYS?!?”

“Awww cheer up Wash,” South punched his shoulder, “You’ll be right”

Wash just pouted at her.

Two days later, the three of them were back in the bathroom, rinsing out their hair again. The girls hair with pink dye, Wash’s with a second round of bleach. Wash was hesitant about looking in the mirror, but both the girls' hair looked amazing, and Connies assured him that his did too. Taking a deep breath, he turned to his reflection. It looked… familiar. He felt a gentle smile come over his face. A hand reached out and ruffled his hair “Seems like you like it, if that dopey grin is anything to go off of”

Wash whacked the hand, “Oh piss off South.”

The woman shrugged and smiled her crooked smirk, “If it’s too yellow I can always message North to pick up some toner”

“No, no, it’s good! Yours is too.” As Wash was talking, Connie reached over to fluff his hair. “What is it with you guys and my hair!”

Connie stuck her tongue out at him, “You wear your helmet all the time! We hardly ever get to see it!”

All three of them snapped their heads towards the door as it was thrown open. Carolina walked in and paused for a second before noticing the three by the mirrors.

“You three, what are you- Wash? Why are you in the women's bathroom? I-” You could practically see the moment her brain processed what she was seeing,“South, Ct, could you two… give us a minute?”

“Sure thing boss,” South saluted her sarcastically before clapping Wash on the shoulder, “Try not to die, Rookie.”

The door closed behind the women as they left, most likely to try and eavesdrop.

Carolina looked almost shocked, she briefly reached out her hand towards him before dropping it again, “Your- your hair, it’s-”

“D’you… like it?”

“You look… you look just like mom…”

Wash reached up a hand and ran it through his still drying hair, “Yeah that was kinda my intention. Dad’s gonna hate it.”

“Dad hates everything, I wouldn’t worry about that,” She sighed and looked away for a moment before walking over to lean against the sinks next to him, “It suits you y’know?”

Wash leant his head against Carolina's shoulder, “Thanks, that- that means a lot.”

She gently ruffled his hair, “Yeah, I know. I know.”

#the thing about ohio burning her scalp with hair bleach is something that happened to me #and it sucked >:(#red vs blue #rvb #agent washington #agent south dakota #agent connecticut #agent carolina

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mysweetgirl2-love · 2 years

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Snapshotted Sheets - Jim Hopper x Reader

Going a little out of order for the prompts again, I had a Stranger Things "Halloween" challenge I had to write for and had Hopper put as a prompt that was a little down the line.

So, cutting out the middle man, I just ended up writing him now LMAO

It's short and sweet and I literally adore Hopper, arguably my top comfort character besides Kakashi, sooo... I hope I do him justice in this lil one shot haha!

Also, a heads up, this is set right before the events of season 2! Enjoy :))

Prompt #8: Polaroid

Word Count: 3k

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“Guys!” The gruff voice called out among the trees surrounding his quaint cabin tucked within the woods, calling for the rest of his found family that he knew were running laps around the home in a great chase. “Hurry it up! We’re losing daylight!”

Eleven giggled gleefully in front of you, her awkward steps pounding through the leaves and clearly displaying the lack of balance she had in her mobility. You in close pursuit was surely no help to that fact—but you’d be lying if you didn’t think it made the chase that more entertaining. “El, c’mon! It’ll be quick!”

“You said ‘carve pumpkins’ first!” The kid retorted in a whinier tone, throwing a pointed look over her shoulder in trying to tempt you further. You didn’t fall for it, the burning sensation in your calves and chest telling you that it was too much movement. You were, in fact, getting too old for this.

“Eleven, we can carve the pumpkins immediately after!” You respond as your distance from the girl only grew with her still running. A soft groan left your chest while you hoisted yourself to stand straight again, shaking your head as the curly-haired teen leaped around the corner in further escape. “What am I going to do with you…”

“You? Ever thought about how I feel?” You turn back like El had to you, but finding the approaching police chief coming your way instead. “I’ve had to put up with this for a whole ‘nother year than you have.”

“Who’s fault was that?” You countered, your hands lifting from where they had been on your hips to than poignantly cross over your chest. A challenging brow raised in his direction to really send the message you were trying to relay.

In response, the man before you scoffed before his large hand reached up and pressed to smooth down the front of his hair, “Don’t do that to me…”

“Ah, ah, ah~” You tutted up at him, “You made that decision for yourself, Hop. I don’t think you can really complain about taking care of her alone when we were all right here.”

Hopper painfully smiled down at you, his shoulders heaving in a defeated sigh before his head fell back so he now looked up towards the top of the trees. You knew you were being harsh on him, and you knew the stakes were once a lot higher than they now stood. You didn’t stop yourself from taking a step in his direction, reaching gently for the limp hand at his side and delicately taking his wrist—pulling yourself towards his front and bringing his attention away from the sky.

“You have more to say?” He asked in mocking your previous attitude, you rolling your eyes before pulling his wrist over your shoulder in bringing you towards his chest.

“Do you want my hug, or not?” You scoffed with a silly grin, the expression arguably mirrored on the larger man above you.

He didn’t respond, tucking you in and placing your head on his chest. Your ear pressed snuggly against the left half of his upper body, the gentle heartbeat resounding against you in return. Heeding his message that you could only assume he was trying to send your way with pulling you in like this, you carefully brought your arms up and curled them around his waist. Actually following through in hugging the man in front of you.

“Mmm, yeah…” The police chief grunted above you, his face further turning in while his nose pressed up against your scalp, “this is just what I needed.”

Hopper had always been the hard exterior-ed person you knew him to be upon first meeting the officer. He was stubborn, maybe even rude, in order to keep the people he deemed innocent away from whatever-the-hell he was. Cursed? A burden? He wasn’t sure, and from that made it his goal to never let anyone get to know him past the basics. Jim Hopper, Hawkins Chief of Police, and maybe one of the two following questions. ‘Do you know how fast you were driving?’, or ‘Just wondering… what’re you doing later tonight?’

The consistency of his crudeness was his shield, something he could depend upon in the case someone became a little too friendly and risked their everything just by associating themselves in his misfortune. Though, like the policeman himself, you too were just as stubborn as the old man. Weaseling your way into his life, you broke through his long-established barrier and had come this far. Far enough to where his arms were commonly found with you sheltered in their protection, snug and safe, comforted. He needed to comfort someone too, he realized after meeting you. Denying himself that joy did more hurt than save those around him, and after the fiasco that was the disappearance and follow-up reappearance of William Byers, he let himself be more open to the idea of giving him at least that much in his life.

Two people made it past his barrier that following year. You were the second, the first was the run-away science experiment everyone had come to know as Eleven. He had heard a report of a dirty, young child running around the woods and knew it was his job to get to her before anyone else could connect the dots. A few tupper-ware meals and saran-wrapped eggos later, he had successfully found El and promptly whisked her off into the secluded cabin you now also called home.

Being as nosy as you ever were, you noticed Hopper was acting strange around springtime of this last year. Always denying dinners you wanted to invite him too, being antsy about leaving his police radio on whenever he parked outside your job so you two could share sandwiches in the quiet of his Blazer during your lunch breaks, even toned down the drinking—opting for water during the day instead of a beer. But, that was something you never outwardly pointed out to him, knowing that and the lack of pill containers was a terrific sign that you didn’t need to make him feel awkward over.

As good as the changes were, they also were sudden… maybe even a little drastic for a man like himself. Summer came soon after, and the excuse of late shifts couldn’t apply any longer when you now noticed his cruiser leaving the station by 6 p.m. at the latest. One day, during lunch, you finally broke—confronting the chief on his avoidant behavior and why he never had seemingly any time for anyone else.

The outburst that occurred evidently surprised him, or at least the resentment you clearly had been building up over the past few months. You pointed out his sketchy efforts to avoid making plans, and the unusual lack of night outs in general. You didn’t give him a second to respond as you went on to make guesses on why he would be so weird since everything started turning back to normal (for the most part). Asked if he felt guilt, to which he should know he could talk to you about if he needed someone; maybe he had met someone who was so proud of his efforts and he was scared of introducing you both, to which you also made clear you would love to meet the woman if there was one. Even when as far as accusing him of joining a cult, that particular guess received a hearty chuckle out of the man before he made any effort in calming your frenzied allegations.

Hopper reassured that, as fun as listening to your guessing game about his life was, you hadn’t even come close to the reason why he was so absent. It wasn’t really anything new, you happened to meet him right before Will was ripped into the Upside Down which also happened to be a time where he was more open to involving himself in a life outside of his home. There was no reason to actually have suffered in his crushing loneliness then, he actually had a significant reason to stay home when he did.

Of course he hesitated then to reveal his ‘why’, knowing the danger you already had experienced because of him. He blamed himself for putting you so directly in harms way that fateful week, when everything fell so out of control. He couldn’t anticipate if the worst of it had even ended yet, Eleven’s continued existence making that fear of his a little too real. Then again, you had experienced maybe the worst of what had happened, signed all the same NDA’s the lab’s remaining government officials made you all fill out, even attended some of Will’s check-ups as the ‘cousin’ who had been witness to the horror of last fall. Would there be any more harm in letting you in on his secret than if he let you distance yourself from him because of it. Out of any outcome, the one he’d least want to come true was losing you… thus, he relented.

What he told you quite literally shocked you beyond any news you could’ve expected to hear from him. You must’ve sat speechless in his passenger seat for a few consecutive minutes, much to Hopper’s peaking anxiety. He didn’t recognize that was you processing the information, so he kept tripping over himself to keep explaining himself. Why he took her in, why he didn’t tell anyone, why he was admittedly terrified that you’d learn without him having to tell you and the risks he couldn’t stop putting you in.

You eventually just had to clamp a palm over his mouth, press into his facial hair to keep him from circling the drain anymore than necessary. Another sigh and your shoulders fell with ease at the break of quiet you could find, sorting out the last of your thoughts before the inevitable. Everything wrapped up pretty nicely from there, all things considered. Hopper took you back to his place, much to Eleven’s very excited surprise. She wrapped you in the tightest of hugs with the brightest of smiles decorating her expression, finally seeing another person after months of just… this. The house, and Hopper.

It was about a week or so out from Halloween, the memory of seeing Eleven those few months ago making you smile into the starchy material of Hopper’s flannel that grounded you all more in the realization of how far you three had now come. The cabin in the woods was a great comfort in your every day, to know you had this duo to return to after the easiest, or longest, of days. The love you three could share in, the love you had more than expressed for Eleven… just recently, were you opening up to the idea of disclosing feelings to Hopper.

Not that you didn’t love him before… there was just a stark difference between a familial love, and a romantic one.

“What’re you thinking about, sweetheart?” Hopper’s voice now rumbled against your ear and over his heartbeat, rough fingers reaching up and tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.

You flushed at him pointing out the look of concentration you hadn’t realized had been on your face, and you turned further into the man, “Wouldn’t you like to know…”

“Yeah. I wouldn’t have asked otherwise?” He chuckled easily, his mouth pressing against your scalp in a soft kiss. “I always like to know what you’re thinking.”

You laugh lightly at that, knowing that to be a constant truth—the question itself also a continuing enquiry. “Just… remembering how this all started this summer, is all. It’s a happy memory to look back on.”

“Sure is…” He sighed whimsically, and his tone let you know he knew exactly how you felt in that moment.

“Wha—EW, guys!” You both jumped, then, at the pitch of Eleven’s grimace, you turning out from the police chief and seeing Eleven barreling in your direction. “That’s P.D.A.!”

“Did you teach her that?” Hopper was quick to ask, to which you nervously hummed.

“Maybe?”

Eleven came to a skidded halt beside you both, breathing heavily as she tried catching her breath. “The light!”

“I know, Kid, that’s what I’ve been saying this whole time!” Hopper claimed, pulling away from you and heading over towards the steps of his porch, a polaroid camera easily sat on their edge. “Now, hurry! Get your costume and I’ll snap some pics of you two!”

Eleven rushed over next to Hop and ran up a few steps to the porch, heading in the direction of a sheet she had previously hung over the railing when you first all had come outside. Ripping it up from its position, she ran back to your side and thrust the cloth above her head.

“Help me!”

“Okay, okay… breathe, El!” You remark, a slight correction to her urgency that did nothing but make her scowl. You threw the sheet over her head and let it collapse over her face, chuckling lightly at the interruption to her glare as she pulled the sheet a little further down; two holes cut into sheet that let her see.

“Alright, get in position,” You look up and see Hopper looking clumsily through the camera in his large hands, the object maybe too small for proper usage on his end.

Eleven bounded up and threw her arms in the air, roaring in your direction to which you widened your eyes and snapped into action—playing along with her eagerness and ‘screaming’ at the sight of the spirit before you. You could hear Hopper laughing behind the lens which made your act harder to keep together, but you managed and let Eleven direct you in shots. Wanting to please her with the first evening she was allowed outside, given a freedom to be a kid for once.

The photo shoot lasted for a half hour, or so, before Eleven finally leaned her weight on your hip and let out a weary sigh. “Tired…”

“Well, one would be after all the running around you did this afternoon.” You giggled, reaching down to pinch where you assumed her cheek would be behind the sheet, successfully giving her face a light squeeze before knocking her off with your hip, “C’mon, let’s get dinner going.”

“I’ll second that,” Hopper huffed, letting the camera drop from his face as he watched his approaching girls—a warm smile immediately lightening his expression. “T.V. dinners?”

“What?! No, I bought steak!” You retorted, gawking a little at his suggestion while he too raised his brow in surprise. Your dinner sounding miles better than his suggestion.

“In that case…” He placed his hand between you and Eleven once you both were close enough, lightly directing the kid towards the steps while simultaneously grabbing the fabric from her head. “You hurry up and get cleaned up, I’ll help with dinner. Hurry, okay?”

Eleven frowned in Hopper’s direction, not liking his commanding tone nor that he stole her costume—but regardless sighed through her irritation before heading inside. You laughed softly at her reaction, angling a brow then in Hopper’s direction.

“What was that for?”

“Hang on,” He held the camera up and flipped it around in his hand, “I needed a few more shots.”

“What?” You giggled, the excitement licking at your fingertips and making you buzz as he repositioned to now stand beside you. Eyes never leaving the others, his warm smile turned to a grin, yours widening in response, when the flash went off overhead you both.

“Hey!” You turned up to the polaroid and watched it steadily print whatever shot it just caught. “I don’t think it’s legal to take more pictures without—“

Suddenly, your jaw was gripped in two fingers and your voice fell short. Not expecting that much, you couldn’t seem to find it in you to retort when suddenly your face was angled back and lips pressed into yours. Greedy, loving, excited lips then kissed you to which you didn’t hesitate in replicating their movements. Another flash overhead, Hopper parted from your mouth, leaving you all the more speechless.

You blinked, processing, and your jaw fell slack, “Excuse you?!”

“Yeah—Yes!” He declared, reaching for the important photo printing from the camera and carefully pinching it with the one before in his fingers. “Excuse you is right. Who are you to tell me about the law?”

Your eyes widened at that, your jaw falling farther when you didn’t think it could. “That—I? Hello?”

Hopper laughed outwardly at your shock, bringing you in against him by your shoulder and pressing the bridge of his nose into your head, “You’re adorable~”

“God, you say that again, and you’re more than welcome to enjoy a T.V. dinner while El and I eat steak.” You grumbled, him still happily chuckling.

“As long as you’re at my table, every meal will be five stars.”

“That’s, maybe, the cheesiest thing you could ever say to me.”

Hopper let go of you and started for the steps of his porch again, shrugging softly as he left, “Well, it’s true.”

“Weirdo,” You snorted while following him, the large man pausing at his screen door before looking over his shoulder. He sent you a sly smile, shaking his head whilst your mouth turned up in a smirk. “What now…?”

“Nothing, just…” He carefully pulled his hand up and took yours one more, “Happy-almost-Halloween, sweetheart.”

Hopper’s eyes met yours that watched him in awe, the edges of his cheeks wrinkling into a sweet smile. You returned the gesture, grinning in admiration at your close friend, roommate, and now love, finding all of these conclusions to be the best you could ask for.

“Yeah, Jim… you too.”

Hopper’s face fell to a smile, giving your wrist one more squeeze before ultimately turning back to his door and heading inside. Making sure to pull you close in his steed. It was a beautiful night after that, and the pictures turned out perfect. You wanted to see the one’s of you and Hopper, but he said he misplaced them. You knew that wasn’t true, which only meant one thing. You’d just have to stop in at the station the next day and see them for yourself on his desk… Framed? Maybe. Only the following morning would tell.

#jim hopper #hopper x you #hopper x reader #jim hopper x reader #stranger things #stranger things season 2 #soft hopper #fanfic #oneshot #writing #fanfiction #x reader #softtober #polaroid #reader insert

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Hi, this isn't really a Kaylor ask but as someone who has been following your blog for a long time, I was wondering if you could give me any advice about work-life balance?

Not just work and life, but also a wide variety of things — health, fitness, hobbies, social life, personality improvement, etc.

It feels like whenever I try to focus on one aspect of my life, I end up neglecting the others and so I'm always returning to square and moving very slowly ahead. But I'm also not good at multitasking or routines. Am I the only adult who's not able to get their life together even though it shouldn't be that hard? :(

hey! oh wow last night i was having dinner with a preschool mom friend of mine and we were talking about how hard this is!

i definitely don’t have a complete answer for you because i’m an entire work in progress 😭 and also everyone is gonna be a little different based on personality and life situation, but, here are some things that have worked for me. maybe something resonates for you!

i think one reason why i adopted the tea habit for me—aside from wanting to clean out my cabinets— was because i wanted to have a small victory for myself each morning. with habit building, some people will drink a glass of water first thing in the morning, or do a quick breathing exercise while still in bed… sometimes people do mantras or self affirmations. in essence, it’s something that you can set yourself up to complete with very minimal effort, and that will help you start off your day with a small sense of accomplishment. i’m a simple person… when i feel productive at the start of my day, im more likely to have a productive rest of the day 😆 and i can trick myself to feel productive simply by pressing a button on a tea kettle first thing every morning!!

alright, so, as for balance.. i think it’s important to recognize that work-life balance is less about achieving a perfect balance but more about getting better at knowing when you should prioritize something and then tipping the balance board in that direction with intention, maybe loosening your grip on other things that command your attention, or even streamlining them temporarily to make leaning into the one thing easier.

i’ll give an example i read about somewhere. i think for a lot of people, the holidays can be a stressful time. especially if you’re running a household or doing some amount of activities for other people, prepping and shopping and planning and getting ready for events or parties or gift giving can put a huge weight on resources and you might find yourself neglecting daily household tasks like dishwashing or laundry or self care. even if you arent the head of a home, it’s a stressful time of year and the stress can put a damper on your mood! one strategy i read about that i partially tried this holiday season was to temporarily change parts of your house and life into holiday mode: pack away all but one set of dishes and silverware, pack away or push aside your wardrobe and pick out five outfits that you’ll wear for the next few months, and streamline your daily beauty process (some examples are, cutting your hair short or getting a perm or treatment, putting all your skincare and makeup away and just using an all-in-one cleanser/moisturizer and like, one palette of makeup etc etc). basically the person was saying, it’s good to be mindful of the season that you are in and transform your space into battle mode when you need to. by taking away many of the options and streamlining the decision making process, it helps you focus more on getting through whatever it is you need to get through with. what i did was the dishes thing. i packed away everything but a single set of dishes for the family and went through december and january like that. the benefit is that it lowers the hurdle of dishwashing giving it a cap of about 15 minutes, whereas the stresses of the holidays often lead to reaching for another dish and another and another, just because you have them, in lieu of tending to the sink, and before you know it you have an hours long task. i’ve actually kept a lot of dishes stored away still because of how much easier this is 😆

in terms of work, i’m not sure your age or occupation but in case you’re in a 9-to-5 type situation i think it’s important to remember that most people are simply not paying attention to you. everyone is first and foremost focused on themselves. it’s a simple thing but i think it’s hard to remember. especially if you are a hard worker that naturally wants to do the best job that you can. it’s okay not to get it perfect. in fact, the most successful people, i think, are great at giving 80 or 70% consistently and quickly, in contrast to someone who gives 110% but sometimes burns out or often takes forever to make a decision.

there’s a japanese phrase called “saba yomi” which literally means “read the mackerel” and nowadays it is used to describe the act of estimating numbers in one’s favor (for example saying you are 25 when you’re actually 28). but it originally comes from the work of commercial fishers that pull in huge nets of mackerel, and how they report their numbers. in the olden days, refrigeration technology was not where it is today, and when there are hundreds or thousand of fish in a haul, you simply couldn’t take the time to count every fish in the net, take out the similar looking fish, etc, to get an accurate count, because the longer you take, the worse the taste of the fish would get. in other words, oftentimes, accuracy sacrifices quality.

when you can put down the armor and realize that not many people are paying attention to you granularly, i think it’s easier to let go of a need to get every detail of work perfect. and ironically in some ways, this can make you better at your job.

i think a common thread to everything i wrote is the idea of checking in with yourself and talking with yourself about what situation you’re in and how you’re going to approach it. this week work is gonna be busy so i’m just gonna wear these clothes and just do this hairstyle and power through, and this way i won’t have to have a huge pile of laundry and a messy bathroom to get through at the end of it. or, today im feeling like i’ve got a cold coming on so im just going to give 80% effort today and give myself a quiet moment later on in the day to relax. or, im not going to get everything right for awhile but ill do something simple each morning that i know i can do, and congratulate myself for it right away.

i hope there was something in here that helps… at any rate, be kind to yourself!! every day is a miracle in its own way.

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justoneofthoseghosts · 2 years

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Brettsey + 'that was supposed to be a surprise!'

"That was supposed to be a surprise," Stella mentions as she folds her arms around her chest before sighing.

Sylvie looks at the firefighter then at the supposed surprise in front of her. She blinks a few times to make sure she wasn't seeing things.

Matt was standing in front of her, smiling shyly.

She was at the loft with Stella binge watching season five of Friends when she mentioned something about needing to go to the bathroom. For some reason, Stella tried to steer her into the bathroom in their bedroom but she just laughed it off, saying that she was fine with using the bathroom she always did when she came around.

Huh.

At least now she knew why Stella was acting shifty all afternoon when Sylvie stopped by unannounced with a bag filled with all junk food imaginable - ice cream, brownies, gummy bears, chocolate and a couple of bottles of wine. It had been a week since Stella and Kelly's wedding and exactly a week since she and Matt decided to take a break.

It was a tough decision and all she wanted was some girl time to take her mind off of things and also, maybe to keep her from drunk dialing his number and telling him how much she missed him. She reminded herself that it was for the best. Matt was happy in Portland. He was thriving even. He loved Griffin and Ben and in the short span of time that he had been out there, managed to turn things around for the boys.

Which really did not explain what he was doing here in the middle of a bathroom at the loft in Chicago.

She continues to stare at him wide eyed before Stella sighs again.

"You know what, I think Kelly needs some help at the Academy today so I'm just going to go help him," she says loudly to get both of their attentions.

Sylvie knew it was just an excuse to leave and she begins to feel panic.

"What?" Sylvie questions, whirling around to face her best friend, silently conveying how she could not leave Sylvie alone with Matt. It had only been a week after all. The wound was still fresh. It hadn't even scabbed over yet.

Stella shrugs, "I think Casey has something he needs to tell you in private so I'm just - yeah, I'm gonna go."

Before Sylvie can stop her, Stella grabs her keys and makes her way out, smirking at them before she closes the door.

"I - I think I should go too," Sylvie whispers more to herself really as she looks around.

"Please don't go," Matt replies.

Sylvie glances at him. She can see the vulnerability in his eyes. She knows he's nervous by the way he jams him hands into his pockets.

"What are you doing here, Matt?"

He rakes his fingers through his hair and Sylvie notices how he cut it short again, almost the same length he had before he moved to Portland.

"I came to Chicago to see you but then I realized it would have been stupid to just show up at your door without a plan so I came here instead hoping to convince Severide and Stella to help me out," he informs her.

"Help you out with what?" She asks, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"To think of a way to show you that I don't want to take a break. Stella suggested flooding your apartment with 5,000 daisies but I don't think it would have been very practical," he remarks before chuckling.

Sylvie starts to imagine what 5,000 daisies would look like in her living room before she manages to register Matt's first few words.

She blinks before responding, "you don't want to take a break?"

Matt shakes his head, "I realized right after I left that it was a mistake. Portland is a pit stop, Sylvie. It's a change of pace for sure but it's never going to be my home."

"But you're doing so well there," Sylvie reasons. She's seen first hand how he fit into Oregon - with the Darden boys and at his new firehouse. He had created something so special there.

"I am but it's not the same because a part of me was and is always with you," Matt confesses, "I can spend two and a half more years in Portland because I know that when that ends and hopefully, it ends with Ben in college, it will mean that I can come home - to you. That's always been the plan. My goal was always to come back and spend my life with you."

"Matt."

"I understand if you need some time to think about it. It's a big ask but I love you and I couldn't live with myself if I didn't at least tell you this. I should have told you this when asked me how long we could keep this up at the wedding. Believe me, I'm still kicking myself at my reply. Maybe it was just me spinning out that night - being at Stella and Severide's wedding made me a bit reflective and maybe I thought you deserved more than what I could offer you but then I realized that maybe I could be a bit selfish about the things I want. We've spent so long circling each other and so little time together before this big change but I know what I want," he says as he takes a step closer. When Sylvie doesn't back away, he walks even closer until he's right in front of her and Sylvie can see the freckles on the tip of his nose.

"And what is it that you want?" She asks, her voice challenging.

"You - I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Sylvie and if that means that we need to come up with a weekly FaceTime schedule or I need to book airline tickets 10 months in advance to come to Chicago to see you, I'm willing to put in the work because you are worth it. You are so worth it, Sylvie."

"You flew all the way to tell me this?" Sylvie wonders.

Matt nods, "I didn't want to say it on the phone or through a text because I wanted you to hear it from me personally. I love you, Sylvie."

"I love you too," she replies. She didn't mean to say it but it just slips out. It was so easy to say, like breathing, because it was the truth. She still loved him and the only reason why she asked for a break was because she didn't want some vague future, a perpetual question mark. She didn't need a play by play of the next three years but she at least wanted to know where they were headed and if they were even going in the same direction.

Matt grins at her but she can see that there was still a question in his eyes, "does this mean -"

"Yes," she says.

"Thank God," he utters before leaning in to kiss her.

The next two and a half years would by no means be easy, Sylvie knew, but at least now they were on the same page, reading from the same book.

"Would the 5,000 daisies have worked?"

She laughs, rolling her eyes at him before pulling him back in for another kiss.

#brettsey #fanfic prompt #I am once again in my feels #and this is a mini fix it #just because I love them a lot

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itsohh · 2 years

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The Right Choice

A/N: GN reader. This is just one of those things I write.

Summary: After leaving Kali to stay with Rainbow one must deal with having to get over her. Thankfully Harry is there to help.

Word count: 1884

Warnings: Angst, Break up

AO3

A crack of moonlight cut through the curtains, one that illuminated just enough of your dorm room. She had a satisfied little smile on her face, once that had covered the gentle one she had moments earlier. "I wish you wouldn't take as many risks." You whispered, not something you had intended to do, it just slipped from your mind. A thought that consumed your mind. She raised a brow at the statement. "I don't want you to get hurt." You reached over to her cheek and placed your palm on it. Her hand covered the top of it and interlaced her hand.

"Concerned? Don't worry I'll win tomorrow." Your eyes cast away from her. Her hand moved from hers to your chin where she directed back at her.

"I'm leaving Rainbow afterwards."

"What? Kali but-"

"Come with me." Shock ran across your face and when you went to pull away your hand she interlaced it with hers once again.

"Kali, this is my job, my home I can't just run away with you." A small laugh bubbled in her mouth.

"I'm not asking you to become a housewife or anything. Come, join Nighthaven. Do more, make a difference, stay with me."

"Join Nighthaven?"

"You're a talented operator. Smart, skilled, beautiful. We would be honoured to have you. "

Thoughts raced through your head and you were secretly grateful that your group has already been eliminated.

"I-I I need some time. This is a big decision and I need to think it over." Kali leaned over towards you at your words and pressed her lips against yours, it was a slow and precise kiss. She moved back ever so slowly afterwards her hand moved to your hair to stroke it.

"You have until midnight tomorrow which is when we leave. I know you will make the correct choice."

Ela was the last of the group to join Kali. Her eyes were set on you. You looked away from her nervously and mentally pinched yourself when she said your name. Even without looking you could feel all eyes on you, your relationship with Kali hadn't been well-liked. It was pretty well known though and after a while, people just pretended that it wasn't a thing or looked past it. It had not prevented that distrustful expression that you often saw in your teammates. The hurt that came from it. "Have you given my offer much thought?" She seemed slightly amused but so sure. A smirk broke out on her face went you took a step forward. No one said anything, they wouldn't have been surprised if you joined her. She was your lover after all.

"I can't join you. I'm sorry Kali. It's been fun and I wish you all the best for the future." The eyes around you made you want to shrivel up into your skin. Kali's face became hard, a neutral face that didn't disclose any emotional information. "Whatever." There were no angry back and forths, no attempts to convince you. Just that bitter word and a look of a stranger. The group of them turned to leave and you were the first of Rainbow to walk away. Your walk was just short of a jog and your fingers found your sunglasses, ones that you put on despite the lack of the sun. It had taken what felt like a million years to reach your dorm room but you did. The door behind you clicked closed and the glasses were thrown to the ground.

You sunk to the floor and ran a hand through your hair while the choked sobs were muffled by the hand over your mouth. The back of your head hit the door and tears rushed down your face. You knew exactly what you were doing, you caused the break-up and yet it still hurt so much. To pick your job over Kali wasn't a hard decision to logically make but one that was hard to emotionally make.

"Now that's one that I didn't expect." Sam spoke as they looked at the picture of you on Harry's board. "Possibility of her spying for them? It would be a bit too obvious I admit." He folded his arms to turn to Harry.

"I don't think so. They were never the spy, they certainly enjoy their work but it seems Nighthaven wasn't a fit for them."

"But why?"

"Why indeed, their relationship with Kali was no secret. From what I heard they were both quite happy together."

"Trouble in paradise?"

"You did say that Kali seemed quite shocked by the decision to stay. I plan to go check up on them this evening."

"Do you think they will be honest?"

"I think their loyalty is something everyone unestimated. Besides their relationship with Kali, they have shown no reason or evidence of betrayal to Rainbow."

The safety of your dorm room hadn't been breached for the entire day, not even for food. Dried tears were on your face, no more tears left to shed. There was a light knock on the door and your head snapped up. There was a muffle to his voice but you could hear Harry speak your name through the door. "May I come in?" Silence rang through the air as you swallowed your saliva.

"Doors unlocked." At your permission, the door slowly swung open, and the light from the hallway had your eyes flickered to adjust.

"May I turn the light on?"

"Yeah sure." Your voice was coarse from your crying. At the illumination of your room, you were able to see Harry give you a soft smile, a plate in his hands. He sat down at the foot of your bed and placed the plate in front of you. "I noticed you weren't at dinner. Here eat. It might not make you feel better but it will help your body. You must be starving." The door had been shut behind him and he placed the cutlery in your hands. At first, you didn't move but with a smile of encouragement, you slowly started to eat the food.

"I wanted to come check up on you. See how you're doing, not well I presume?" His words had you look away in embarrassment. "There's no need to hide it, you're allowed to be hurt."

"I'm like a teenager experiencing their first break up I shouldn't be like this I'm an adult."

"Don't be so harsh on yourself. To lose someone who we care about will always hurt."

"Yeah, but I was the one to do it, I don't have the right to be upset."

"You made a hard decision, your current life or your lover. I imagine whatever decision you were to make was going to hurt. You're allowed to have the feelings you feel. Here." He placed a piece of paper in front of you and you swallowed the food in your mouth.

"What's this?"

"I've put you on leave for up to two weeks. You are welcome to join in any training but do not go if you feel you aren't up to it. You need the time to process your feelings and work through them. I imagine you will be a better person afterwards."

"Is this a suspension?" Fear crossed your face.

"No, no, you haven't done anything wrong. I've given you some extra personal time. Nothing bad for your record. That being said I do request that you care of yourself. Go out, take a walk. Don't spend the time sitting here in the dark. If need be I'm always happy to talk." You thought he would get up and leave but he didn't. "Now tell me, how are you feeling. What are your thoughts? Perhaps I can help you work through them."

"I, it hurts. I loved her, I know she could be cocky and reckless and a bit of a bitch but, I still loved her."

"Why not leave then?"

"Rainbow is my home. Even if others don't feel the same I see it as a family now. Which is dumb I know-"

"No such thing. I see it as the same as well, we may be all co-workers, and not everyone gets on with everyone else but isn't that just what siblings are like? You're in a close lot of people that you live and work with day after day. To say you feel like this is your home and your family would never be dumb nor upset me. It was intended. Ah but I interrupted you, please continue."

"I couldn't leave Rainbow. Not for Nighthaven, not for Kali. I believe in Rainbow. I don't always know the bigger picture but I have faith that we work we do is for the greater good. I never have doubts about our mission. We won't gain for every mission but we will be helping people in some way. I don't think I could say the same at Nighthaven."

A sigh left your lips and you looked down. "And yet I still wonder if I made the right decision. I understand why no one trusts me but at the same time it doesn't change that it hurts."

"You feel alone and excluded?"

"I got used to the looks, the tiptoeing if I asked about something. Anyone who treated me the same is now gone. Maybe it would have been better for me to leave. Then everyone could finally relax."

"Tensions at high, but what you did takes a lot of courage. To leave someone you love for what you believe in, not everyone can do that. I imagine your fellow operators will see that and remember that you are you. Not the person you loved. Your actions dictate who you are, not the actions of someone else. Give them a little time and I assure you things will get better. Focus on your own break up for now." He took the now empty plate from your hands. "When you're ready start off by going for a walk. And remember my door is always open."

Harry hummed as he placed your name under Gustave's group on the list. "Humanitarian work?" Sam asked, it wasn't your normal style of work. Sam would have guessed you to be placed into Yumiko's group.

"Something they said to me. They told me that they believed in Rainbow and in some way their mission would always be helping someone. I want to give them that. I think it would help relax their mind. Allow no doubt to creep in."

"Do you think they would leave?"

"Not for Nighthaven. Perhaps if they started to doubt Rainbow they would return to their country but I believe that they care deeply for their fellow operators. A side I presume that has been hidden due to their relationship with Kali dictating a lot of their interactions. I hope to pull that side of them out more. I believe that the group will be a good fit for them."

"It might ease the other operators as well. There's not a lot of information about secretive situations they would be put in." Sam brought up.

"Not an angle I had thought of but not incorrect either. I believe they need support and I'm hoping that the time off will help them."

"We'll see how this turns out."

#r6s #rainbow six siege #kali x reader #Jaimini Kalimohan Shah #I fully know that theres like 0 things out there for Kali #this is just one of those things I wanted to get out of my head #god shes a bitch but I still love her #shes so punchable #gif is my own

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couselorxgarcia · 2 years

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Not everyone can say they’ve been to the Big Apple, but [ GISELLE GARCIA ], a [ 46 ] year-old [ CIS FEMALE ] has lived in [ Williamsburg, Brooklyn ] for [ 12YRS ]. This is the city of dreams and [ SHE ] knows it, because they came to NYC to be a [ Corporate Lawyer ].. Living in the city means they meet all kinds of people, but everyone always seems to think they look like [ GINA TORRES ]. They even got away with free cab fare once because of it! [KIA, OLD, SHE/HER, EST, N/A]

BASIC

Full name: Giselle Aleja Garcia

Nicknames: GG (by family and extremely close friends)

Age: 46

Face Claim: Gina Torres

Birthdate: October 13th

Hometown: Queens NYC, NY

Height: 5ft10

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Marital Status: Single

Gender Identity: Cisgender female

Occupation: Lawyer (Partner at Beckett, Dooley & Garcia LLP)

Address: Williamsburg, Brooklyn

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Full BIO under the cut

IC Information

PERSONALITY: Thoughtful, Arrogant, Cynical, Disciplined, Independent, Firm, Pragmatic

INTERESTS: Law, Travel, Theater, Literature

LIKES: art, whiskey, classic automobiles, Music (blues, jazz, salsa and all things Celia Cruz), exotic destinations, stage performance, trashy novels.

DISLIKES: rudeness, wasters of my very precious time, tardiness (see previous)

CURRENTLY LISTENING: Willow Weep for Me - Nina Simone

FAMILY MEMBERS: Giselle has two younger sisters in their late and mid 30s. The oldest of the two sisters has a daughter in her early 20s and a teenaged son. The youngest sister has a son under the age of ten.

FAMILY INFO: The middle Garcia sister is the family screw up who turned her life around, but still gets into trouble now and then. She was a pregnant teen and took a while to figure out what exactly she wanted to do with her life. Her daughter, Bianca, is very close with Giselle. The youngest Garcia sister is certainly the baby of the family and acts every bit of it. She is in a marriage of convenience.

BIO: When Alejandro Garcia moved his pregnant wife and himself to America, things were far from perfect, but his children would have every opportunity. He wanted his sons to be seen as important men in the world.

Giselle Aleja Garcia, the oldest of three daughters, was the product of two Afro-Cuban immigrant parents. She’d been extremely aware of her mother and father’s struggle for as long as she could remember. Even as a very small girl she knew it would be her job to make life better for her family. At first she walked with pride at the idea of saving her loved ones, but as she grew older and her father added to the pressure that she’d already put on herself, she began to feel some resentment toward her situation.

Trying to be the perfect son her father so desperately missed in his life proved to be an impossible challenge that Giselle never stopped working to achieve. She brought home perfect grades, worked in the local store to help bring in an income, and even eventually created her own little neighborhood business. Her father took her to baseball games and taught her to work on his car after she gave a convincing argument or two. Giselle wanted to fill that void her father made clear was left in his life, but she always fell just short. She had more time with her father than her sisters, and more influence over his decisions, but more was expected of her, but eventually the resentfulness settled deep down as she tried to accept and embrace the role she was given.

College went by quickly and she impressed even herself at her ability to manage the heavy Harvard pre law coursework along with clerking at one of the most prestigious law firms in Massachusetts. She graduated top of her class at Harvard Law School but still found being a Black woman whose second language was English, provided quite a few roadblocks on her road to the top, but it only pushed her to work harder.

Thanks to endless sleepless nights, an unwavering work ethic, giving up almost completely on a personal life, which meant two failed marriages, and a knowledge of corporate law like no other Giselle became the first female, first person of color and youngest partner at one of the biggest law firms based in NYC. This shone a bit more spotlight on her, more than she was used to. Suddenly her life became fodder for the press. Her failure of a personal life was picked at and torn apart. Which caused her to withdraw even further into her work. She was proud of her abilities and would tell anyone about her unblemished record, but that is where she wanted to draw the line.

#bio #about:giselle #about:me

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maryadiary · 1 year

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child like woman

Alexandra makes her way down the stairs that late evening while the sun is still coming up and the air outside is cold, she wraps the navy silk around her body tighter although her efforts are in vain as it is no help against the cold. Nothing of Alexandra aids her against the cold, her body - pale, bony with little fat and her dark brown hair cut in a French bob right beneath her ears. Due to this, it seems she’s grown dependent on warm soup and the home heaters, despite their uselessness in filling the entire home with warmth.

Alexandra’s mother - brittle and weak made her way through the tiled halls at a slow pace eventually stopping to drink water in the kitchen next to the large window where Alexandra sat bundled in a blanket. Silence filled the room as it always does - uncomfortable and awkward. Alexandra stares out of the window paying no attention to her mother looking at the dark clouds beginning to gather, for months rain was regular and at times created low-scale floods.

The rest of the night was expected to go the way it always did, with each member of the house resigning to their room. However as Alexandra was about to move from her spot near the window where she had been resting all day, there was a knock at the door - strange, considering the large home was built on vast empty land, in an almost unpopulated rural town. proceeding with caution she makes her way to the front door and looks out the peephole. it was a difficult decision to make - opening the door or not, but after seconds of contemplation, Alexandra was faced with two people.

“can I help you” she asks hiding most of her body behind the door

“we may not know each other, but me and my brother are travellers and were hoping you would be so kind enough to allow us to take shelter with you” the short woman says “my name is Victoria, and this is Dominic” her hair is long and a dark blonde which compliments her light brown eyes, a trait she shares with her brother although his hair is a light brown. Alexandra waits for a moment studying the faces smiling at her. “okay, just until the rain stops” her voice comes out as almost a whisper due to her timid shyness.

The siblings squeeze through the strangely small door, unfit for the big house and wait for their host to guide them. Alexandra walks past them showing no expression on her face meanwhile, on the inside her thoughts and emotions are chaotic and contrasting. She is excited to see new people and talk to them but is also weary of the strangers she has let into her home, her stomach feels like an empty pit that is growing and keeps contracting, almost to the point of sickness she asks if they would like something to drink.

“just water please” Victoria speaks, as they seat themselves at the round dining table next to the kitchen. The home is dimly lit with a few candles spread out along the place, Alexandra lights a few more and sets them on the table after bringing the water. The three sit in silence for a little while until eventually Vitoria - who feels uncomfortable with the silence, starts recounting the adventures of her and her brother to Alexandra. Their host listens attentively like a child, excited by the outside world she hasn’t explored since she truly was a kid, as Alexandra grew her mother reinforced that the world that existed outside of the family home was cruel and uninviting.

they had spent the whole night awake speaking of the world outside and only realized when their dark space was pierced by morning light through the curtains. Feeling bad Alexandra quickly escorted the two to their rooms and said goodnight, despite it no longer being night. She fell asleep happy and content for the first time in a while.

After only a few hours of sleep, Alexandra woke up abruptly - alone in her cold bed, she decided to check up on the siblings, worried for their wellbeing. Walking through the hallway and about to knock on the door of Victoria’s room, she heard talking.

“There’s no one around here, we can just take it”

“But that's not right Dominic”.

“would you rather go back to pole town, I don't think so”

“I feel bad for her, poor thing, she’s basically alone”

“it’s us or her”

The conversation seemed to become mumbled words and no matter how hard Alexandra tried to focus on their words she couldn't understand them, a cold sweat started, and she could feel the blood and her heartbeat in her head, slightly shaking she made her way back to her room and wrapped herself tightly in her blanket.

Unable to relax her mind, she stayed within the safety of her blanket for a few more hours until she couldn’t stand it anymore. Those hours alone were spent thinking of if maybe she heard things wrongly, or the silver lining of the situation but no matter how hard she tried her efforts were in vain. In the end, she came to the decision to get rid of them - taking into account the qualities she possesses, and whatever she already had in the house. arsenic.

Cooking was never Alexandra’s strong point but the strangers who had inhabited the house did not know this, with that in mind, she made her way into the kitchen looking for ingredients to make a strawberry shortcake.

The day slowly went by, the Archer siblings remained in their rooms for most of the day but around 7:48 pm, as the rain began to start, they came out to the sweet smell of cake. Every person had a smile on their face - genuine or not, they couldn’t tell. Alexandra set the cake down on the table, everyone taking their exact place on the table as the night before.

“it smells wonderful”

“I hope you’ll enjoy it, apologies however I can’t indulge with you, my diabetes doesn’t allow me" she smiles.

unable to take the severity of her actions Alexandra makes her way back to her room after observing them eat the big slices served.

remaining in her room for the remainder of the day, her mind is at rest thinking of how she protected herself, her home and … her mother.

#short story #original fiction #american horror story #gothic literature #school project

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hykuluv512 · 1 year

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Life on the road, traveling for games for years, the punishing tournament circuit, had lost its luster. Bokuto Koutarou was about to disappoint everyone, everyone except the only one who mattered, when he made the announcement.

Akaaahi Keiji was not disappointed, but he did feel guilty and feared that Bokuto would regret his decision and ultimately resent his needy husband. Though, he didn't try to talk him out of it.

Instead, Akaashi made plans for all the things they never had time for. The plan was always to adopt a baby girl once Bokuto was home for good, so there were meetings to schedule and he just had to know that this was still what Bokuto wanted. He had loved this man for ten years and finally now felt their life could begin.

It was snowing heavily when Bokuto burst through the door, a happy smile in his voice.

"Hi my love. I'm home!" He pulled Akaaahi in for a sweet kiss and nuzzled him. Three men followed with his things from the MSBY house.

"Thanks for your help, guys."

"No problem, bro, we're gonna miss you." Meian said with tears clouding his eyes.

Hinata's voice was hoarse as he choked on his emotions.

Miya smacked Hinata on the back and said they should get a move on.

Akaashi smiled softly and invited them to stay for dinner. So once again their home was filled with laughter, booming voices, play by plays of everyone's best and worst moves as they entertained his teammates.

Bokuto caught his husband's eye and smiled reassuringly, he pulled Akaashi's hand to his lips, kissing each finger softly.

After saying goodbye, Bokuto lifted Akaashi high above him so he could gaze into ocean eyes. Slowly releasing Akaashi to his feet, he asked, "When do we meet with the agency?"

"Tomorrow, unless that's too soon." Akaashi's face flushed at his eagerness.

"It's not soon enough. I can't wait to meet our baby."

"What if no one picks us?" Akaashi voiced again.

"They would be crazy not to. In fact, I bet we will get picked by more than one birth mother."

"What do we do then?" Akaashi had never considered that. And Bokuto pressed him to his side as they sunk into the sofa.

"Then we take them both." His smile disarming, as he came to the most obvious conclusion.

"By next Christmas, I want to have our baby home with me." Akaashi sighed dreamily, imaging a tiny baby with bow lips and lots of hair, cuddling safe in his arms.

"With us. I will be here too, remember?" Bokuto laughed softly, pressing a kiss against Akaaahi's forehead.

"I love you." Akaashi sighed again as he took Bokuto's face in his hands.

"Love you more. I missed you. Every day that I wasn't home. I know you were worried, at least at first, but there was no one else but you. So if it's okay with you, while we wait for our family to grow, I just want to make up for all the nights you slept alone, all the times I had to cut our calls short, the birthdays that I wasn't here for. Even the times you wanted me, just as I wanted you, but instead of my touch on your skin or yours on mine, we only felt ourself.

I am thrilled we are finally going to be parents but I am really looking forward to being your husband first."

Akaaahi cried quietly, realizing it had been just as hard on his sweet husband, all the time apart. But Bokuto wasn't the only one cutting their calls short, Akaaahi did that often to make deadline. He used to fly out to wherever Bokuto was, to celebrate their birthdays or to spend their anniversaries together. His career, too, had been a priority, at first it was a lifeline, throwimg his all into his to stave off the lonliness. Then when he had proven himself, even bigger opportunities came along. It was time for both to focus solely on their marriage and family.

A year later, Akaashi straightened Bokuto's red bow tie, his fingertips dancing over his chiseled jaw.

"Wow!" Akaashi stood behind his husband in the full length mirror, "Just. Oh my gods, I can't believe you're mine."

"Yours." Bokuto preened and spun around.

"But look at you! I don't know how I'm going to keep my hands off you tonight." It was Akaashi's turn to preen.

"Yes, yes. You are both disgustingly gorgeous but if you want your photos to show that, then you better get out here. Now!"

Kuroo stood next to Kenma who was holding a plump baby girl in his arma with an adorably soft smile in his feline eyes.

"Looks like you're next, bro." Bokuto tapped Kuroo on the shoulder.

The disgruntled photographer, played by a most taxed Tsukkishima Kei, tried not to show how much he loved family Christmas photo shoots.

As the Bokutos beamed for the camera, worshipful of their tiny princess, he snapped ans zoomed and tskd.

"This is not going to be my best work, Bokuto moved around so much and Akaashi kept talking." He warned.

"Give me that!" Kuroo stole the SDR from his annoying friend's hands. Akaaahi looked at Bokuto, clearly disappointed.

"We can try again. I'm sorry. I thought I was gonna drop her." Bokuto sighed and shifted the baby, to carry her against his chest.

Kuroo held the camera out to Kenma who shook his head.

"Okay, well. How's tomorrow, Tsukki?" Akaashi began to loosen his black tie, letting it dangle.

Tsukki's cute boyfriend took the camera to put it away. Feeling the change in the air, Tadashi couldn't help the gasp that eacaped his lips.

He looked at Tsukki with a knowing look on his eyes and kept his mouth shut.

"We'll come back tomorrow afternoon," Tsukki said curtly and touched the baby's tiny fist before following Tadashi out the door.

The next day Akaaahi woke up to the sound if the bell, ready to murder the person on the other side if Maiyasima was awakened.

Throwing open the door, the frigid air stung his bare legs, as he found a smirking Tsukki carrying a large package.

"I thought you said afternoon." Akaaahi smoothed his hair and stepped aside to let Tsukki in.

Bokuto had thrown on some pajama bottoms but his chest was bare.

"Oh did I wake you? " Tsukki mocked.

"He did say afternoon." Bokuto's eyes dimmed.

"Blame Tadashi. He said I had to bring this over immediately.

"Is this?" Akaashi pointed to the rectangle wrapped in padding and cardboard.

"Merry Christmas," he said as Bokuto tore the wrapping off.

Akaashi's breath was takenn away. There was his beautiful angel tucked gently into the arms of her daddy, while he held her tiny finger. Both husbands' smiles dazzled and tears now filled his eyes.

"You said they were no good. All of you." Bokuto murmured.

"I just wanted you to be pleasantly surprised." Tsukki shrugged.

"Thank you, this is amazing." Akaaahi wiped his teary eyes.

"We're really happy for you guys, Maiya is so lucky." Tsukki smiled at his friends.

"We're the lucky ones."

Tsukki walked towards the door turning back, "We're gonna have a baby too." He smiled hugely.

"Really?" Akaashi knew they had talked to the same agency.

"Yeah, but we have a surrogate."

"That's wonderful. You and Tadashi will love it."

"Is it okay to which one of you...?" Bokuto asked clumsily.

"We won't know until the baby is born which one they used. We don't care. The baby is just ours." He said softly.

"Yes they will. That's all that matters."

Bottles and blankets, velvety toys and hummed lullabies, made their house feel like home.

#Soft BokuAka TSKYM kurokenChristmas wishes

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fortuositywritings · 3 years

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Tattoo Heart

Summary: Tony and you make a dumb drunk decision. He gives you a tattoo.

“Um, what the hell, Tony! You said it wasn’t that bad.”

“It’s not! It’s well-proportioned. Really it’s the best heart I’ve ever drawn. I don’t know why you’re so upset. It could have been worse.”

“The heart isn’t the problem. You tattooed Wanda’s name on it!”

“Yeah, I can see why you’re mad.”

You poked your sore arm. Out of all places, he had to tattoo it on your arm above your elbow where everyone could see. Talk about bad placement.

You pout, “How am I supposed to hide this?”

“Baseball tee’s could make a comeback. You’ll be a trendsetter,” he suggests, not helping at all.

You glare at him. “You’re paying for it to be removed.”

“I expected no less,” he concedes. You’re still touching the tender spot, frowning. He stops you. “Poking it is not going to make it go away.”

“Fuck! I’m never getting drunk with you again,” you vow.

“You say that now, but come Friday night, whiteclaw in hand, you’ll have no recollection of this ever happening.”

“Getting a tattoo with your crush’s name on it is kind of hard to forget, Tony,” you spit out. He wears a sheepish smile. Speaking of the party on Friday, “Shit!”

“What?” Tony asks, clearly not processing the situation you’re in as fast as you are.

“Wanda’s gonna be there,” you remember.

“Well, yeah. It’s Pietro’s birthday party and they’re twins so,” he comments sarcastically.

“It’s a pool party. How am I supposed to hide this?”

“Just don’t get in the pool. Or you know what, just don’t go. Say you got sick,” Tony suggests.

“I can’t do that. She expects me to be there and I don’t want to let her down on her birthday,” you explain. Wanda had personally invited you to her party, saying you were going to be her partner for beer pong.

“Fine. Don’t worry about it too much. We have all week to figure something out,” he reasons. You guess he’s right. No use in stressing too much.

Friday afternoon comes too fast.

You’re stressing as you look at yourself in the mirror. You look ridiculous.

“You’re literally a genius and this was the best you could come up with?” you complain. You already feel yourself sweating. You hadn’t thought of what to wear. You only had your one piece bathing suit. Tony told you he had something and you trusted him. What he brought you, a long sleeve rashguard to wear over your bathing suit.

“Makeup was just going to wash off. We couldn’t chance it. This way, you can get in the pool,” he says.

“I look like I’m going surfing, not a pool party,” you huff.

“You look fine. If anyone asks, you burn easily. Now let’s go. Your girlfriend is waiting on you,” he rushes you along, grabbing your stuff for you. You throw on some shorts and slip on some sandals.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” you mumble, blushing as he pushes you out the door.

“Oh, I know. This wouldn’t be such a big deal if she was.” He closes the door.

Pietro opens the door for you and Tony. You both hug him and congratulate him on another year of being on this earth or as Tony puts it, “Congrats on being one year closer to death!”

Technically, their birthday is tomorrow but they always have a birthday dinner with their parents, so they celebrate with their friends either the day before or after. You and Tony hand Pietro your present for him.

“Just don’t open it in front of your parents,” you warn. He decides to unwrap it right then. You roll your eyes at his impatience to wait until tomorrow. To his satisfaction it’s running shoes with a bottle of alcohol in each shoe. He laughs, thanking you for his present. He notices you looking around, searching for a certain somebody. He already knows who you’re looking for.

“She’s in the kitchen,” he tells you, a smirk appearing on his face when you blush at being so obvious. You thank him and go find Wanda.

As Pietro said, she is in the kitchen fixing some appetizers to bring outside. What you weren’t prepared for was her already in her bikini, like she’s ready to jump into the pool. Her two piece bathing suit doesn’t leave much to the imagination but you’re quite the daydreamer it seems. You’re snapped out of your trance by Wanda clearing her throat.

She wears a smirk much like her brother’s and you splutter an embarrassed, “H-hi! Happy Birthday. You, uh, you look good. Great! You look ready for the pool.”

She smiles, amused by your awkwardness. “Thank you. You look ready for the beach.”

You blush. “Yeah, I burn easily,” you lie and quickly move on, handing her the present you got her. “Here.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” she says, but you shake your head. “Of course I did. It’s your birthday tomorrow. You can open it now if you want. Your brother did.”

“Unlike my brother, I can wait. Let me go put it in my room. I’ll be right back. Wait here,” she requests. You nod and she leaves with her present. You respectfully turn your gaze to the appetizers, not wanting to ogle her backside.

“Cowabunga, dude! What the hell are you wearing?”

“No way. I almost wore the same thing. Good thing I didn’t or that would be embarrassing.”

You roll your eyes, turning around to see Sam and Rhodey, both clearly amused by their own jokes. You give them an unimpressed look and they laugh harder.

“Haha. So very funny,” you deadpan.

“Seriously, Y/N, why are you wearing that? It’s like a thousand degrees,” Rhodey asks.

“Maybe I’m insecure and you guys laughing just makes me feel worse? Maybe thought of that?” you retort, but neither buy it. They look at each other and start laughing.

“Insecure, my ass. You almost give Tony Stark a run for his money in the size of ego,” Sam says between laughs. You just roll your eyes.

Wanda returns to find the guys pressing you about the long sleeves.

“Hey, Wanda. I think you might have given Johnny Kapahala the wrong address. She’s gonna be late for the competition,” Sam jokes and you hate that you get the joke. Wanda doesn’t and looks adorably confused. All she knows is they’re referring to you so she looks at you for an explanation but you ignore her in order to throw your own remark.

“At least Johnny wasn’t afraid to swim at the beach,” you bite, making Rhodey and Wanda laugh and Sam take offense.

“There are sharks!” Sam defends himself, making you all laugh.

The three of you help Wanda bring out the appetizers to the backyard. They’ve got a table and a bunch of chairs laid around. Wanda asks if you’d like a drink and goes to fetch one for the two of you while you greet other friends.

“You didn’t want one?” You ask her when she returns with only one drink. “If we’re going to be beer pong partners, you can’t leave me drinking alone.”

She giggles and takes a swig from your drink. “Happy?” She asks when she returns the drink to you and smirks upon seeing the slight blush on your cheeks.

You get a few more remarks about the rashguard but with a few drinks in everyone’s system, the pool is more enticing than poking fun at you. You didn’t plan to get in the pool but with a simple “come on” from Wanda, you’re cannonball jumping into the deep end.

Once it’s dark, you all begin to vacate the pool in order to play games. You and Wanda play two games of beer pong seeing as neither of you are very good and you think you’ll surely be sick if you play another round.

You eat, you dance, you sit around and talk to your friends, and Wanda is with you the whole time. It’s midnight and you’re right beside her as everyone sings for her and Pietro. She hands you the first slice of cake, which you eat standing up just to stay next to her as she cuts a piece for everyone.

It’s nearing 2am as people begin to leave. Wanda and Pietro make sure everyone is getting home safely, either taking a LIFT or having a designated driver. You and Tony stay later to help the twins clean up, which they greatly appreciate.

Almost an hour later, the house looks as if there hadn’t been a party. You and Tony wish them happy birthday once more before he pulls out his phone to call an Uber. The twins insist you two stay, that it is way too late and they’d feel better if you do.

Tony wiggles his eyebrows discreetly at you when Wanda invites you to sleep in her room. You spare him a warning glance before following Wanda to her room. She offers you some pajamas and hands you a long sleeved tshirt like you ask. You excuse her questioning glance saying you get cold at night.

You change in the bathroom. When you return, you find Wanda also in her pajamas sitting on her bed with the present you gave her earlier in her hand.

“You want to open that now?” You ask, amused at her eagerness to open it.

“I mean it is my birthday now,” she reasons. You nod, closing the door and going to sit next to her. “Or is this one of those ‘open when you’re alone’ presents?”

You quirk an eyebrow. “What kind of presents are those?”

“One of those romantic ones like in the movies that show that you’ve always loved me or something,” she replies. Your palms feel sweaty all of a sudden with the way she stares at you. She reads the nervousness on your face and takes pity, continuing, “Or a vibrator.”

You burst in giggles. “Damn it. How’d you know?” you joke.

It’s not a vibrator, obviously. You got her two necklaces, one gold with her name and the other sterling silver with her initials.

“I was going to just get you the gold one but then I thought maybe you wanted one to match all those rings you wear so, that’s why there are two,” you explain.

She puts the box aside and throws her arms around you, pulling you flush into her. “Thank you. I love them.”

“Are you sure? ‘Cause I could totally return those and get you a vibrator if that's what you want,” you laugh. She pulls back immediately, a frown on her face.

“No, they already have my name,” she protests, pulling a chuckle from you. She hands you the golden one that says ‘Wanda’ and asks, “Will you put this one on me?”

At your nod, she twists around, turning her back to you and sweeping her hair up. You struggle with the clasp a little due to your nervousness, but you get it. Had you paid closer attention, you would have noticed how Wanda shivered at your touch.

She turns back around and you admire her with your gift around her neck. “It looks great on you.”

She leans toward you again and you assume it’s to give you another hug, which you wouldn’t mind one bit, but she doesn’t move her head to the side the way one does to hug someone. Her nose bumps into yours and you realize she’s going to kiss you.

For some damn reason you pull away before her lips reach yours. She looks embarrassed and begins to apologize, “Sorry, I misread that. I thought with the present and the way you’ve been looking at me all day, shit.”

“No, you didn’t misread anything,” you reassure her. She relaxes. “Can we try that again? I was just nervous, but I’m ready now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Wait.” You get up and make a show of shaking off the nerves and pumping yourself up before you sit back down. “Okay, now I’m ready.”

She giggles, grabbing your face and pulling you into her, kissing the life out of you. She moves to lie back on the bed and you follow her lead. You’re kissing and it’s getting hot and she tugs on your shirt. You remove it without a second thought. You begin kissing down her neck pulling sweet noises when you leave a love bite. She gasps and grips your arm, right above your elbow.

You flinch in pain. The sudden intake of breath tips her off and she pulls her hand away. She asks worriedly, “Are you okay?”

You remember the tattoo and the fact that it’s not so hidden right now. You start to panic. “Yep, why? Are you okay?”

She narrows her eyes in suspicion, but you kiss her with the intention to make her forget. A minute later, she does it again, grabbing right on that spot. You try not to, but she hears the small groan and she pulls away. “Okay, what’s wrong?”

“Wrong? Nothing’s wrong,” you lie.

“Then why do you flinch every time I grab your arm?” She moves to grab your arm again to prove a point but you move it away.

“Nothing’s wrong with my arm,” you deny. She sits up and reaches for your arm. Once more you pull out of reach.

“Y/N, let me see your arm,” she demands.

“Okay.” You try to save yourself from some of the embarrassment by explaining, “But before you look, just know I did it on a drunken dare and I didn’t know until the day after what Tony actually wrote.”

That piques her curiosity and she shuffled around you to take a look at your arm. You can’t watch, so you hide your face behind the palm of your other hand. You expect her to either laugh at you or get upset, but moments pass and you don’t hear anything.

You get the nerve to look over your shoulder at Wanda. She looks indecisive about what she wants to say, but she doesn’t look mad. Finally, she says, “I guess I don’t have to ask if you like me or not.”

You groan in embarrassment, hiding your face again. She laughs and pulls you into her as she lies back down. “Don’t laugh. It’s embarrassing enough getting your crush’s name tattooed on you. I don’t need her to actually make fun of me.”

“Aww, you have a crush on me?” she coos.

You pull away, giving her a deadpan look. “No, I get girls’ names tattooed on me all the time.”

“Having your crush’s name tattooed is embarrassing,” she agrees.

You narrow your eyes, thinking she's just making fun of you now and that was the last thing you need but she continues, “So how about we say it’s your girlfriend’s name?”

Your eyes widen. Wanda bites her lip nervously, waiting for your answer, and that’s how you know she’s serious. You blush, “That would be less embarrassing.”

“I think so too. So what do you say?” She asks, wanting a clear answer.

“I would love to be your girlfriend,” you answer.

She smiles and kisses you. You can’t help the giddy laughter that comes after.

“You know, he didn't do too bad. It’s pretty well-proportioned.”

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