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cosmicanemoia · 10 months

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Ms. Nobody

Melissa schemmenti x reader

SUMMARY

You show up at Abbott Elementary and stick your nose into everybody's business, and no one knows what you really do.

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You were walking down the hallway of Abbott Elementary looking for the principal's office, but you couldn't seem to find it. You were wearing a black and white, three piece pinstripe suit, looking like a stuck-up, but also, like a million bucks, you thought its suffocating.

A woman with a leather jacket paired with tight leather pants walks in your direction, as she gets closer from where you stand, you realise her hair is red, some of it tuck in a cat-eye-framed glasses.

You noticed she's fixated on her phone, so you block her way to make her notice you, she accidentally bumps into you, noticing you too late to stop on her tracks "Sorry, miss. Could you please point me in the direction of the principal's office?" She observed you with a stoic look on her face, you know she's trying to get a read on you "just follow me. I was going there anyway"

The walk to the Ava's office was filled with silence and when you got there, Ava checks you out and raises an eyebrow, she looks at the red haired woman "Damn! Schemmenti, thanks for bringing me a hot stripper. How'd you know I need to release some stress" miss Schemmenti made a dumbfounded face "wha--" she's trying to say something but you interrupted her "That's highly inappropriate" you said that left a silence in the room for a few seconds until you break it "That's highly inappropriate if I wasn't a stripper" both of the women's eyes widened by your revelation.

You started unbuttoning your blazer "but lucky for you I was" their jaw dropped at the sight "woah-- w-what the hell is going on?" Melissa earnestly asked looking around the room, confused by the act happening in the principal's office, you took your blazer off, throw it in a chair, and started unbuttoning your vest "I don't know-- but I'm liking every second of it" Ava replied, her eyes fixated on you. A smirk starts to form in your mouth, both women liking the scene more than they should, you took the vest off and throw it in with the blazer, you started to loosen your tie, you were holding back a laugh for quite some time but you couldn't hold it in anymore, so you burst out laughing, the two women bewildered "I'm just kidding!-- I'm not a stripper" you announce "what!?!" Ava and Melissa both shouted at the same time, their voice both frustrated and annoyed.

"Principal Coleman, I need to talk to you in private regarding classified topics" you took a seat in front of her. Ava gulped and clear her throat which Melissa mirrored "of course. Melissa, what do you need?" The principal asked the teacher "Uh- I forgot... I'll just come back later" Melissa walks out.

You've been there for a couple months now since that day. You've easily made friends with most of the teachers there. Janine always asks you questions but you rarely get to answer them because the topics sometimes change way too fast. Jacob jokes around you, talking nonstop, mostly dropping random facts about something not very well known but you already knew them so it fascinates him. Gregory asks you questions out of nowhere, he's quite and he listen but speaks his mind when he feel the need to do so, and you're just willing to listen. Barbara is always glad when you come to observe her class and is always kind to you. Ava unashamedly flirting with you everytime she can, you sometimes flirt back which makes her fluster and blush. Mr. Johnson telling you stories no one would bother to listen to or believe, but you always listen and you don't care if his stories are believable or not, they're still good stories nonetheless. Melissa scoffs at you when she sees you but it only lasted for a week, and she eventually warms up to you, but you know she still have some doubt and still don't fully trust you, you make her smile and you make her laugh everytime you can.

The teacher's are gathered in the teacher's lounge given that it's lunch time. They were chit chatting and catching up until the topic of their conversation became you.

"There's this mysterious woman who came from nowhere and people doesn't know what she really does here, where she came from, we only know she observes the school and do nothing else" Melissa stated making the other teachers question what are your true motives. They added and added so called facts and evidence of your actions trying to figure you out.

You made your way to the teacher's lounge with your hands in the pockets of your jacket, when you open the door and walk in, the room fell silent. You made your way to the vending machine "how is everybody?" You inquired but your met with silence still and you could feel the tension, you turn your back to check on them and when you do, all their eyes are shooting daggers at you. "What's going on?" You inquire once again, and once again your met with silence.

"You a cop?" Melissa ask you, breaking the silence. You slowly walk closer to her and you sigh "actually, I am." You pulled out a hand cuff out of your jacket, and everyone is stunned, "and Melissa Ann Schemmenti, you are under arrest for obstruction of justice, aiding and abetting, and harboring a criminal in your home" you started to handcuff her, she scoffs "That's ridiculous! I don't know what you're talking about" everyone is in complete shock. A smirk that has formed in your face since you handcuff her begins to become a grin, you tug softly at her shoulder and starts to walk, but halfway through the door you halted and speak again "but mostly for stealing my heart" you burst out laughing and it clicked to everyone what you just did, everyone is holding back their laughter, afraid of the redhead's wrath that you might have unleashed. Your laugh fades when you realise you're the only one laughing, it turned into an awkward chuckle "oookaayyyy. Tough crowd"

Melissa rolled her eyes "ha- ha- satisfied? Now get this off of me" she commanded. You started to search your pockets and nothing "Uh- I might have lost the key" you look at her with puppy eyes, "if this is another one of your jokes, I swear--" her sentence, unfinished, as you tug her and interrupt her "come, I have a copy hidden somewhere" you said as you lead her out the door. When you both are out of sight everyone sighed loudly releasing the breath they didn't know they were holding back.

While walking down the hallway Melissa ask you "so, you just carry around a handcuff with you?" "Who doesn't?" You answered like it's a totally normal thing to carry handcuffs around. She rolled her eyes again, tired of your antics, now clearly irritated, "what kind of idiot carries a handcuff and not have the keys?" You raise your two thumbs and started pointing it to yourself "this idiot, obviously. --Is it idiotic? Or is it part of my grand master plan to get you alone in a private room, with me?" You whispered the last part of your sentence in her ear in a seductive tone.

She's quite for a long time until she ask another question "where'd you put this key anyway? I feel like we've been walking in circles" you smiled and stop in front of her "we actually are" she stopped on her track and looks at you, furious, evident in her eyes.

You started to walk again and this time with the intention of getting the key. You knock at Ava's door and she tells you to come in. You walk in and Ava lifted her gaze from whatever she was doing on her laptop to you "Hey hottie" you shake your head unimpressed with her flirting "where's the key to your handcuffs?" Melissa burst in "This is Ava's handcuffs?!" She lifts and wave her hands "Yes. She gave it to me earlier to hold onto. And you presented an opportunity for it to be used-- so, here we are..." you answered her and she scoff "you won't see another light of day, when I get out of this freaking situation" you smiled at her, daring her to follow through her threat "Nobody carries a handcuff around unless they're actually a cop" you explain "or a stripper" ava added to the end of your sentence.

"Dear god give me patience or I might actually commit murder" Melissa closed her eyes and prayed, as Ava toss the keys to you, and you catch it. You walk over to Melissa to uncuff her as she glares and growls at you. When you finally freed her she massage her wrist and she fake pouncing on you which made Ava flinch, but you stand there unfazed.

Melissa walks out the room first. You drop the cuffs on Ava's table and walk out the office without saying a word.

You had an eventful evening, but today's school is over. You made your way outside the school through the parking lot.

Someone suddenly pulled you, then pushed you against the wall, it was Melissa who is out for blood, your blood. She has you pinned against the wall, you're not complaining, in fact, you actually like it, that position, but really, you just like her.

"Don't think I'll pity you because you're young and pretty. You don't know who you're messing with" she said and you cant help but blush "you think I'm pretty?-- I think you're pretty too, pretty and HOT!" You said emphasising the last word. You were looking eye to eye, faces inches away from each other, you let your eyes wander on her lips, and before both of you knew it, you were kissing her, but you suddenly pulled away when you realise she's not kissing back. She let go of you "first you handcuff me, call me hot, and now kisses me--- what the hell is wrong with you kid?" You look down at your feet ashamed of yourself but you look back gazing in her eyes "I'm not a kid.-- And there's nothing wrong with me.--- I'm just... just-- completely and utterly head over heels for you" you felt something hit the side of your face, you caress it with your hand, she had slapped you, you bit on your lower lip, your chest starting to tighten "don't mess with me like that" she said plainly "I'm no--" "Shut up" she said before you could explain yourself.

You just stood there in the cold as you watch her drive away. 'I really fucked this, shit!' You thought to yourself. You let out a loud sigh thinking how you screwed out really big.

The next day you went to school early, hoping you'd catch her and apologise for being such an asshole, but she didn't get in until before the class starts leaving no time for chit chats, especially with you.

Lunch came and you announce your presence when you walk in the teacher's lounge. You scan the room and you saw everyone is there. "I know you have question. I'm going to answer them truthfully and seriously" you said confidently and you sit on the couch.

Janine raises her hand and you raises your eyebrow at her signaling her to go for it "I actually forgot what to ask- I'm just eager to learn more about you" you nodded and you lean in the couch resting your elbows in your thighs "I know none of you know my name. That's OK. Ms. Nobody sounds good to me, but my name is y/l/n, y/n y/l/n.

"I have a question" Melissa speaks up "What is it you actually do here?" You think for a second "good question. *sighs* I help school that are about to be shut down by the government because the number of students doesn't meet the minimum quota for a public school to be open and for the lack of teachers teaching at the said school or schools that are barely making do"

"We're about to be shut down?" Janine asked to no one, and the teachers starts to converse among themselves, everyone of them shocked by the revelation.

A few minutes later "all teachers please proceed to the library after class we're having an unplanned meeting" Ava said to the intercom.

Someone is about to ask you question but the bell rang and they all dispersed, saddened by the news you told them. You rest your back on the sofa sighing with relief that you don't have to carry that secret anymore.

They went on to their classes pushing the news to the back of of their minds and went teaching like they always do.

The class are over and after the teachers tidy up and finish some things before they head to the library. There are a lot of them when you got there so you didn't bother to sit, you just stood and lean against the bookshelf trusting that if it can hold that many books, it can hold you as well.

Everyone is settled in the library. "I know y/n, has break the news to you. But we are not going to be shut down" Everyone simultaneously lets out a sigh of relief.

Melissa turns her head to look at you "you think everything is a joke, don't you? K--" "No. Of course not." You interrupted her before she finish.

"Everyone listen up. Let me rephrase my beautiful self. We are not going to be shut down because of y/n, and as long as she's here, we'll be okay" Ava collects her things and starts to walk away "Is that all? Are we finished?" Janine ask the principal "Janine, why'd you always gotta be so needy?" She scoffs and continues on her way.

You walk over to where Melissa and Barbara are sitting. "Hi Barbs" you greeted her with a pleasant smile and she replied "thanks for helping the school dear" you smile at her more before you turn your attention to Melissa "Hey, hot stuff. Can I talk to you?" "What'd you wanna talk about?" She ask and Barbara excuse herself so you sat next to her.

You are now alone together in the library. "I just wanted to say sorry for the handcuffs thing, and for stealing a kiss from you" she's just sat there quietly "also, I really mean what I said that night" "what? That I'm hot?" She ask still not looking at you, you look down on your knees and smile to yourself "yeah. That too" You grabbed her hand that is resting on her thighs and rest it on yours instead while you held it "I know you think I'm just messing with you. And I can see why you think that. But, I'm not. I'm being serious and I really mean it.-- please, look at me" you requested and she obliged "I'm in love with you" she just stares at you for a moment and then look away, her hand still held by yours.

You close your eyes and smile but you feel defeated. You let go of her hands and stand up. "I'm sorry" she said right before you walk away so you turn on your back to face her "what?" she's quite for a minute contemplating something "I'm sorry for slapping you" she said and you smiled to her "it's okay. I deserved it.-- and I kinda like it" you said and you wink at her "of course you do" she smiles more wide than usual, she's amused.

She stands up and walks up to you closing the space you made when you walk out, she reach on your fore arms and rub it gently, trying to warm you up. "You're getting cold" she said to you but you know you're hot on the inside caused by the woman's touch "And, no. You didn't deserve it" she said and she starts to let go of you but you pulled her into a hug "it's okay. I know you didn't mean it" you said as you hug her tighter.

You let yourself loosen the embrace but you feel hers tighten, not yet ready to let go, so you tighten your arms around her once more, waiting for her to be ready to let go.

You hugged for more than a couple of minutes until she finally let go, you smiled at each other, saying goodbye with your eyes knowing that you'll meet again soon.

After you've taken a few step away from her she shouted "come over for dinner at my house, let me apologise properly" you look at her with a grin "if you wanted to ask me out for a date, you could've just said so" "and there it is" she gesture with her hands showcasing you and you curtsied at her before you went on your merry way.

You knock and rang on Melissa's door and she opens them right away, inviting you in. Your eyes fixated on her, she looks so comfortable and it warms you, secretly hoping she would be comfortable with you too.

You watch her as you sit on the kitchen counter while she cooks making light conversations.

Her homecooked meal taste so good, you're saying "mmmhh" and nod your head at the same time every time you take a bite. She looks contented and proud of herself.

You were quite for a moment so she ask you "What are you thinking?" You look at her with a wide grin "you don't wanna know" you tease "just tell me" she commanded and you quickly abide "I'm just thinking that my grand master plan actually works. Even better than I'd imagine. Now, I'm eating delicious home cooked meal at your house with a beautiful view right in front of me"

She pulls you in for a kiss, a passionate kiss, which you return with the same desperation she had. You both pulled away at the same time, gasping for air, and catching your breath "I'm just taking back the kiss you stole from me" she said trying to defend her action, you smiled at her "How long have you been wanting to do that?" "Way too long, apparently" she replied and you both burst out laughing.

The night is going great and maybe it will get greater. You don't know where this night might lead you, but you don't care, as long as she's with you, every step of the way.

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ohtobearandomftblog · 1 year

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more random headcanons bc why not (shorter this time)

natsu’s actually really fucking smart

his memory is really good. he was the one that reminded lucy of virgo during eisenwald bc

he very quickly analyses things when the adrenaline’s rushin. like how wind can’t cut the ground without like a LOT of evidence. twas no evidence with erigor’s barrier. so its not underground. so escape is underground.

when the adrenaline’s NOT rushing hes oblivious. so its a good thing his adrenaline’s almost always goin. like if he wasnt fighting jacob he wouldve had no clue why anyone was flustered or uncomfortable with lucy’s clothes Going. like yeah. what of it. but he saw the weakness with jacob.

knows words. honestly thinks its hilarious when people think he doesnt. he understands and can spell shit like unbeknownst and superfluous and defenestrate. sometimes he pulls that shit out in the wrong context for the giggles. sometimes he pulls it out in the right context so people can tell hes fucking serious. but its still so funny seeing their shocked looks

juvia’s autistic with high support needs

her special interest is gray

gajeel told her that maybe this special interest shouldnt be tossed around so much because its not that usual for special interests to be. people.

she understood but could only tone it down

in place of gushing about gray she purposefully refers to herself in third person. cause its fucking funny. its so hilarious. she doesnt even know why.

she went to fairy hills bc everyone was saying that they were like sisters there. it took a few weeks for people to be properly comfortable with her there, but when they were, they realized just how much she really cant take care of herself

the girls of fairy hills now watch gray like a HAWK. if he fucks something up once with juvia’s needs they will be taking her back

laxus and gajeel nearly convinced erik to join fairy tail. the only reason he didnt is because the noise cancelling headphones laxus used to wear didnt actually block him hearing thoughts, just the ones further away.

laxus and loke were a thing.

before loke nearly died he and laxus would spend so much time together. more than laxus spent with the raijinshu

anyone who would call them boyfriends would get shocked and blinded. people assumed they were blinded from laxus’s lightning since loke didnt have any light rings

laxus knew before bickslow that loke was a dying spirit and was the main reason loke lasted three years. like yeah sure leader of the twelve and all but he could really only survive a year on his own.

sometimes leo opens his gate when lucy wont need any spirit for the day and spends it with laxus. they were always open, but now even more so.

sting was in cait shelter with wendy for like four months. he didnt travel with mystogan he just showed up like seven months before oracion seis. he left with rogue when he eventually showed up.

despite the five lights on 7/7/x777, they all woke up at different times. gajeel and natsu woke up first, with the others in stasis wherever they landed. wendy woke up before she was meant to because mystogan found her. sting and rogue woke up at the same time and next to each other, but went their separate ways to find their parents.

it took until that year fairy tail was disbanded for levy to not be scared of gajeel. it took until lucy got her award for levy to even think of the possibility of dating him. babies are Years out, if she ever even wants to. she still wakes up from nightmares of that night.

gajeel really wants to date levy. he spends most of the time with the other slayers going on about how he really wants to show her that hes sorry and so deeply regrets what he did but also theres no way in Hell hes walking up to her and mentioning anything about it. he doesnt want to scare her away, and this tentative friendship they have is enough for him.

#Natsu Dragneel #Lucy Heartfilia #Juvia Lockser #Gajeel Redfox #Laxus Dreyar #Fairy Tail Erik #Cobra Erik #Erik Cobra #Fairy Tail Cobra #Sting Eucliffe #Wendy Marvell #Rogue Cheney #Mystogan #Levy McGarden #Loke #Fairy Tail Loke #Fairy Tail Leo #Fairy Tail #Fairy Tail Headcanons

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redheadjustin · 2 years

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ok ok

twilight family x hybrid youngest brother like reneseme

say bella never got preggo and the boys seen a lot of shit go down, abusive and traumatized past (make it angsty)

he joins after bella, say Alice and jasper find him, take him in and the boys been on the run because hes half yk yk

eventually they get attacked suddenly but the boy uses his own abilities that hes never told anyone abt (like dr. strange magic)

ends up killing them, shocks the cullens

but ofc then the battle comes along, he meets with the wolves and I just need. a fic. where. seth. imprints on a male younger reader. BC OMGICANNOTFINDANY.

anyways that happens and the boy understands

cute gay couple

and if u want to add in the battle go ahead but I just headcanon it as they win they go home the end-

So I realized halfway through that you ment on the run from the Voltouri. And I was tempted to start over but I wanted to finish this version. If you still want a kid on the run from the Voltouri then feel free to send another one in just with different powers and a different character.

Seth didn’t expect to imprint on a vampire. Least of all you. You were four years old but looked eight. Seth flinched at Edward’s curious look,Alice was grinning like a madwoman, Rose’s eye was twitching, Emmett had the biggest shit eating grin in the history of shit eating grins, Bella was confused as all hell, Carlisle was trying to restore order to the gathering of wolves and vampires, Esme was sending motherly smiles to Seth and you. And Jasper was close to a mental breakdown from all the conflicting emotions coming from the group assembled.

Paul and Jared were rolling over, laughing which was a strange sight to see two giant wolves laughing and rolling on the ground. Sam, God bless the poor guy, was trying to restore order with Carlisle while trying to keep the headache away, but given the fact he’d be the one to tell the elders and consul members he wasn’t having much luck. Quill was doing victory laps as he wasn’t the only one to imprint on a kid anymore. Jacob was Glaring back at Rosalie to protect his brother and by God Jake wouldn't let anyone hurt his little brother, blood or not. Leah was plotting how to kill you and every way you could imagine. Embry was glaring and growling at Leah. Who would want to kill a child because their little brother imprinted on said child? Even if that child was a half vampire.

But, we need to back up. We need to examine just how you joined the Cullen family. It’s a sad tale. Your father was a kind vampire. He only fed on willing humans. He was almost as notable as Carlisle but your father stayed off the Volturi’s radar. He was smart, he didn’t want any unwanted attention. Your mother was the exact opposite. She was loud, outgoing and hard to ignore. She was also a woman who appreciated a good drink. This is how your parents met.

Your mother was spending yet another of her nights at her favorite bar when your father walked in. Your father was not a man to sleep around as he was from the eighteenth century but your mother had the arua about her, it also didn’t help that she was wearing a very form fitting dress that showed her curves off and she wasn’t shy about showing her legs either. Given the time your father was raised everything about the way your mother presented himself should have had him running for the hills. Key word: Should’ve. But there was this pull that kept drawing your father to this woman. Soon your father was sitting next to the woman in the revealing dress and soon they got to talking and soon they found themselves in your fathers apartment and soon, well, You don’t need to know what happened after that. Oh don’t worry! You’ll find out once you're old enough for the Birds and the bees talk.

The next morning saw your mother leave your father in his bed without so much as a ‘thank you’. Your mother found out she was pregnant with you about a month after that. She tried to have an abortion but your father showed up to stop her. It’s not that he didn’t believe that abortion was wrong but this was probally his only chance to have a child and it was the thing he wanted most in the world. Your mother agreed on the condition that afterwards she was to have nothing to do with your upbringing. She was a woman who wanted to enjoy her twenties but a child would hinder that. Nine months later saw you coming into the world and your after could not be happier. It was a dream of his to have a child. Your father wanted to be exactly that since before cars were a thing. The moment you were in your fathers arms he swore to protect you till his head was knocked off his shoulders and he was nothing but ashes. Unfortunately that fate met your father sooner than anyone would have preferred.

It was shortly before your second birthday but you already looked like you were three. Your father knew what to expect when it came to your growth and development. It saddened him that you would grow up fast but he knew there was nothing to be done. It was one Hell of a stormy night when there was a knock on the door. You were already asleep so you didn’t get to meet the group of three vampires that visited, James, Victoria and Laurent. You didn’t hear the fight between your father and the other vampires. You knew what a vampire was and you knew you were a half vampire. You didn’t hear the breaking of your father’s neck nor did you smell the burning of his body outside the house. You wouldn’t find out the truth for a year or two.

What you did know was the lady with the red hair said she and the rest of her coven would take care of you after they couldn’t save your father. You didn’t know their true intentions, you didn’t know that Victoria just wanted wanted a slave, you didn’t know that James would give his mate whatever she so disiured, and you sure as hell didn’t know that Laurent was an unwilling partner. In the two years since your kidnapping/enslavement you were beaten every witch way. You were forced to drink from humans and you hated it. It was just before James and the others went to Washington state when you discovered your magic. You weren’t there when James and the others encountered the Cullens. Your abuse got worse when Victoria came back. You had massive scars by the time Victoria sent you and Laurent to kill Bella, though you didn’t know that was the mission. You simply thought that you and Laurent were stopping by forks for a quick hunt on the way to Alaska to join Laurent's new coven.

When it became clear why you were brought along you were disappointed. But Laurent kept a firm grip on your shoulder and led you to the poor girl. You knew that Victoria wanted to get revenge for James’ death but you didn’t think she’d go after the girl who James tried to kill. Most vampires would go for the one that killed their mate. You were brought along to kill Bella from a distance should the girl put up a fight you weren’t going to do that. You weren’t going to kill a girl who was an innocent bystander. Laurent had Bella pinned down and you were about to intervene when howls reached your ears and you forze. Your father had told you stories about the shifters and you, while scared of them, you knew they would smell your human side but would be wary of you because you're a hybrid.

You watched with morbid fascination as the wolves tore Laurent to pieces. You were the one to light Laurent on fire with your magic. You heard his cries for you to help and you worried that if Laurent was given time to heal he’d come after you and you might be able to do magic but you knew you wouldn’t be able to defend yourself from a fully grown, full blooded vampire. But, in killing Laurent you brought attention to yourself from the giant wolves. You took a step back. You were terrified, you knew that your short life would end and the sad thing was, you weren't necessarily saddened by the prospect of your death. You stood still as a large, black wolf stepped closer to you. He got closer and closer till you could feel the breath from the wolf’s snout. You closed your eyes and braced for the teeth. But they never came. But, what did come was a wet wolf nose and tongue licking your cheek. You giggled at the touch and you opened your eyes slowly and you saw all the wolves looking at you with looks of love and understanding.

The wolves stayed for a few minutes until the black one nudged you over to Bella. The wolves gave her a look that said ‘we’ll look for a vampire caregiver for him but until we do please look after him’ Bella looked offended but before she could argue the pack was gone. The girl glared at you as you stared at the ground. You weren’t aware of what Bella told Charlie but the man was a lot like your father and he took care of you while Bella was with Jacob. Speaking of the alpha, he thought of you as a little brother and sometimes he’d insist Bella bring you over when the two would hang out. In fact you were with Jacob when Bella was forced off the cliff. When you all arrived back at Bella’s house.

When Alice saw you her motherly instincts kicked in. She adored you even though she couldn’t see your future. But, that was due to your magic. For some reason you went to Italy with Bella and Alice to save edward. Alice only realized half way through the flight that You could be mistaken for an immortal child and that could lead to major trouble. But, Alice figured that if it was explained that you were a hybrid then any future hybrids wouldn’t be harmed. You liked Alice’s driving. It reminded you of your father. Edward heard your thoughts and knew you were the proper child for Alice and Jasper. You stayed close to Alice. You don’t why but you felt safe with her. You were aware of the glares from the Voltouri guards. As you were brought before the kings you wanted disappear.

The one named Aro was the nicest to you. He waited to see your memories to give judgment. “Amazing, Mother magic has blessed a hybrid. This child is no threat and shall be allowed to live and shall be placed in the care of Alice and her husband.” And that was that and the four of you headed home which was when Alice got Edward to promise her a porsche. You giggled at the thought of being in the fast car again.

Jasper was surprised to meet you but he immediately took the role of your father. Carlisle and Esme took to you like a duck to water and dubbed you as their grandchild. You, of course, loved the idea of grandparents. Rosalie was just as motherly to you as Alice although Rose taught you about cars as opposed to fashion. Emmett was your second dad, especially when Jasper had to be away due to emotional overload and blood lust. Emmett was a teddy bear and never had an issue with cuddling you. He also loved teaching you about sports and you loved it when he called you ‘champ’. Edward was the one to teach you about music. He also kept Bella away from you as he knew what happened from your memories.

When you figured out Victoria was coming after both you and Bella you were more afraid than you’ve ever been in your short four year life. You were brought to the training session just because you were the other one Victoria was after. You were the only one allowed to cross the border and each of the wolves gave you an affectionate lick on your cheek. Then you locked eyes with a wolf with brown fur on top and white on his belly. You knew the pack had expanded in the months you had been with the Cullens. But, the second your eyes met you felt a pull, the pull that was the kind that mates experienced. You didn’t know it but Seth was explaining the same but with imprinting. So while the chaos was happening around the two of you Seth approached you slowly with only Edward, Bella, Carlisle and Sam notice. You looked at the wolf with apprehension. You were friends with the wolfpack but you haven't met Seth, Leah or Quill. So, as far as you knew Seth could be the one wolf who would hurt you. But as soon he was close enough Seth nuzzled his giant wolf body into your side and for some reason you petted the fur and the more you did the more you felt at ease. But, you felt the chaos and arguing around you and felt angry when you heard one particular sentence from Rose.

“You know what? It doesn't even matter. Y/N cant even be alone in the forest anymore. They’ll be mates in name only. We just won’t let Y/N be anywhere the mutt.” You turned your head to the blonde vampire with a glare that shocked everyone in the clearing. You were not a very angry child. You were quiet and reserved and made sure to not anger anyone as to keep yourself from being abused but now? No one would keep you from seth. Vampire or Wolf.

“You will NOT keep me from my mate. And if you try then I’ll leave with the wolves right now and never return to forks.” You saw Alice and Jasper as well as Emmett glare at Rose. they’d finally got their wish to be parentes any god help anyone who tried to get in the way of that. “Sam feels the same. No one will keep the two apart and if anyone tries they will have to deal with the elders.” Edward translated for Sam and Leah backed down a bit but she was still pissed. After the initial argument it was decided that the Cullens would be allowed onto the Reservation with a guard of at least four wolves at all times. You were happy that you could see Seth whenever you wanted.

The days until the attack passed by with a lot happening. You and Seth got to know each other. Seth adored you and made sure you had ANYTHING you needed. Animal blood? You got it. The best muffins or cookies ever? You had an open invitation to Emily and Sam’s house. Over the few weeks till the attack of the newborn army it was decided that Edward, Bella, Jacob, Seth and you would head up into the mountains to try and hide and with two wolves your and Bella’s scents would be hidden.

You always Loved the snow. And to be in a tent with just you and Seth was special. It was late at night as you leaned into Seth’s warm chest. You were trying to stay awake but failing horribly. ‘Why not let yourself sleep, bud?” Seth asked as he tried to keep the amusement from his voice. “Cuz, If they attack overnight, I wanna help.” You couldn’t see the smile on Seth’s face but just know it was huge. “Bud, if we're attacked I’ll wake you up. I promise.” Somehow this convinced you and it wasn’t long till you fell asleep. Seth held you tight the entire night.

The next day Everyone was on edge as they waited for the battle to end. The tension between Jacob, Edward and Bella was thick enough to cut it with a knife. You and Seth just wanted this to end. Seth visablay flinched when the battle began. you leaned into his fur knowing any touch from you would calm him. And you would always make seth Feel better. It wasn’t long until Riley and Victoria showed up. It all happened so fast that you didn’t realize what had happened until Victoria had you pinned down. You were scared to die this time because you’d be leaving Seth. And that thought gave you a sense of angger that you never had before.

“I should’ve killed you with your no good father.” The redheaded snarled which angered you even more. You pointed your hand at Victoria’s ribs and your eyes glowed gold as you felt the magic pulsed to your hands. This gave you a confidence that you never had and you smirked huge. “Yeah, you probably should have. Now it’s gonna be the death of you.” The shock on Victoria’s face was the greatest reward ever. You see Edward brace himself behind you two and you used your magic to blast Victoria off of you as Seth ran over to you placing himself in front of you and you could hear Jacob ripping Riley to bits. You sent a smile to Seth as he Lowered himself to the ground for you to ride on his back.

The group of you five headed back to the Cullen house and you smiled as Edward ruffled your hair. “You’re very lucky Seth. Y/N is truly magical.” Edward said with a smirk as You, Jacob and Seth groan. You kissed Seth’s wolf forehead. “Bad pun aside, he’s Right Sethie. You're lucky you imprinted on me and I’m lucky you’re my mate.” You said honestly as Seth managed to lick your cheek and you smiled as you fell asleep on Seth's beck and you knew that you would be safe and loved. And your father smiled down on you from whatever afterlife vampires had. And the Cullens would make sure you grew up into someone your father and Seth would be proud of.

#x male! reader #x male reader #male reader #male reader insert #male!reader #twilight x male reader #twilight #twilight x male! reader #male child reader

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slafkovskys · 1 year

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owen introducing his baby girl to the umich boys !

she was so, so small.

and maybe it was because owen was so big and this tiny, defenseless two-week-old baby was just wiggling around in his arms still trying to figure out the world, but until you had elaine, you never realized how small babies actually were. she makes a noise of discomfort when owen stops rocking her and he immediately starts back, shushing her, “i’m sorry, sweetheart. i won’t do it again.”

“you’re going to have to when you put her in the car seat, o,” you mumble, leaning your head against your hand just taking in the sight of your boyfriend and your daughter.

“don’t tell her that,” he shushes you before looking up from elaine to you, “we don’t have to go today, y/n. if you need another day of rest, i’m sure that they would understand-”

“owen, if i have to spend one more second in this house i am going to lose my mind. and besides, i think that brendan might seriously never speak to me again if i make him wait another day to meet her,” you sigh, sending him a gentle smile. “let’s get this show on the road, power while she’s content.”

he stands up off of the couch carefully and bends down at her car seat, strapping her in ever so gently. “do you have her-”

“owen, baby, calm down. her bag is packed and i triple-checked that everything is in there. we’re just going to be gone for a couple of hours max,” you run a hand through his hair, “you might want to put a hat on. yours is worse than mine and i’m the one that had the baby. you’re the one that almost fainted.”

“you said you wouldn’t bring that up,” he whines as he goes to grab a hat, “especially in front of the team.”

it was almost thirty minutes later when you were making your way down the tunnel of yost, owen carrying a blanket-covered car seat while you trail a few paces behind. the boys were in the middle of a drill so that gave owen a second to balance the car seat on the bench. you watch him hesitate letting go, making sure that it was completely secure before doing so, but making sure his hands were free just in case. no one notices you for a moment, but you jump when there’s a shout of,

“the baby is here, boys!”

suddenly, skates are rushing in your direction and chatter coming from everywhere. when you and owen send them a glare, however, they go silent. you point, “she’s sleeping.”

“well, wake her up. it’s time to party.”

there’s a sharp nudge sent to the junior’s hip whose name you had not been around enough to memorize, jacob shakes his head, “that’s not how it works with babies.”

“if any of you wake her up, you will never skate again,” you give your best glare, “that’s not a threat that’s a promise.”

owen chimes in, throwing an arm over your shoulders and tucking you into his side, “and i support her wholeheartedly. i will assist her even.”

“okay, okay,” brendan chimes, having pushed his way to the front, “can we see the kid at least? she better be wearing the onesie i bought her too.”

“no, she better be wearing the one that i bought for her-”

“she’ll get through them all eventually. now, i can not stress this enough,” owen sighs as he turns the car seat around so that it’s facing the boys who have started pushing each to get a view of your baby who was still hidden from them, “you can look, but you can’t touch. and keep quiet. understood?”

“i think the freshman’s coming for your job, becks,” dakota chimes with a laugh, nudging at jack’s arm.

it goes quiet as owen lifts the blanket, setting it on top of the car seat. you lean forward to see if elaine was still sleeping and let out a sigh of relief when you see that her eyes were closed and she still had her mint green pacifier bobbing between her lips.

it was almost comedic watching a group of college-age men dressed in full, hockey practice gear leaning against each other trying to get a peek at your child, but they were so respectful about it. maintaining the silence so your daughter could maintain her peace. when phillipe raises his hand, you nod, “when do you think she’ll be ready to play mini sticks?”

“oh my god, we need to get her a space in the locker room.”

“like a designated baby area! that’s a great idea-”

owen makes a noise of disapproval, “she will not be stepping foot in the locker room.”

“i hate to break it to you, op, but she won’t be stepping foot anywhere for a while.”

#owen power #concepts #baby power series

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dino-fart · 11 months

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Heartbreak and Headaches | Chapter 1: The Proposal

Pairing: No Outbreak!Joel Miller x Female Reader

Genre: Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Summary: You have had the week of your life and finally have come downtime. Too bad life had other plans and your neighbor’s fence breaks. You hire a contractor to fix it and it seems like he can fix more than the fence.

Summary | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Like everyone in this world, you had made mistakes in your life and fixed them. Now you finally felt at peace, you’ve climbed up the corporate ladder to where you are now the COO. Your job was to make sure the company and its branches were running smoothly. It was a stressful job but seeing the results made it worth your while. And the salary that came with it helped relieve your financial worries.

During your journey, you had focused on your career and you barely opened yourself up for relationships. You had one years ago that lasted only a month, you were the one that broke it off after realizing how busy you were becoming. After that, you took on some lovers for your physical needs and for some time you were content with just that. Until you met Jacob...He owned a coffee shop by your work and you had met him when he memorized your order.

He was charming, goofy, and fun. You found him amusing and he always did his best to make your morning before you walked into work and you appreciated how hard he tried. Finally, one day he asked you out and you took a while to get back to him. He was the exact opposite of you and frankly, you were nervous. You said yes, giving him a chance, he was cute after all.

On the first date, he shared that he had been in a six-year relationship with his ex and planned to marry her until he found out she was cheating on him with his best friend. You felt bad for him and you became nervous by this, worrying he was going to compare you to his ex. Eventually, you forgot about it as he proved you wrong. He was faithful and encouraging, a perfect boyfriend...So you continued to tell yourself.

It’d been two years and your relationship was still strong. But you could feel the cracks getting bigger. You were able to distract yourself from thinking about it as you moved from your apartment to your first house in a nice neighborhood. Your home was beautiful, it was what you had wanted this whole time. Sure it had a few renovations but it wasn’t anything major.

Your neighbor gave you a number to a contractor she uses. Joel Miller. She wouldn’t stop talking about how great of a job he did and how nice his ass was. You humored her and decided to call this Joel to help with your porch. The first thing you noticed was how strong of a Texas accent he had then you noticed just how polite he was. He told you he could come by in the evening to check it out.

The evening came and you had just got home. You were dressed in your work clothes which were a long-sleeved blue satin blouse, a black pencil skirt, and black heels, and your hair was in a braided bun. You set your purse down when you heard the doorbell ring and your dog, Piper, barking. “Piper, shush!” You hushed your dog as you went to the door. You opened it and there stood a man with short dark hair and a beard wearing a navy blue shirt, and denim jeans.

His eyes met yours and he gave you a small smile. “Evenin’ ma’am, I hope now is still okay for me to check out the porch?” He said. Ah, this was the infamous Joel Miller. You should’ve guessed when you noticed your neighbor sitting on her porch watching.

“Evening Joel!” She shouted.

Joel turned to see her and waved, “Evenin’ Mrs. Hudson.”

You chuckled slightly at your neighbor and turned to Joel, “Yes, now is still fine, um, would you like some water?”

“No thank you, ma’am. I’ll just take a look and be out of your hair soon.” He gave you a nod. You nodded back and stepped inside, leaving the door open. Piper sat at the entrance of the house and watched the man begin to examine the boards. Some time went by and you heard Piper begin to whine and bark. You got up from the couch and walked to the door, you saw Joel in his truck, taking out some tools.

“Be nice, Piper.” You said but the dog began to bark louder and its tail and ears were on alert. You furrowed your brows and carefully stepped around the broken boards of the porch to step into the front yard. You looked around trying to figure out who was there. You weren’t scared though, your neighbors were out and Piper was on alert. Suddenly you heard boards breaking and turned around to see Jacob tripping over your neighbor’s fence.

He fell on the other side and down came the panel of the nicely painted fence. “Oh jesus!” You shouted.

“What in the world?!” Mrs. Hudson yelled and ran toward Jacob.

Jacob grumbled and got up with a bag in his hand and a six-pack of beer in the other. Right behind him, another man walked over with a pack of beer. Jacob finally turned to you and smiled widely, “Babe!”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You shouted.

“Oh shit, sorry babe! Mike and I were trying to watch the game at my apartment and the TV went out. So I thought about my super sexy, super smart, and super-rich girlfriend and realized we could watch the game at her place!”

“While breaking the fence of my neighbors and causing disruption everywhere? A neighborhood which I just moved to Jacob.”

“Oh...I’m so sorry, ma’am, I’ll pay for the damages.” Jacob said to Mrs. Hudson. Mrs. Hudson did not believe him and stared at you.

You were embarrassed and sighed in anger, ‘Why didn’t you just drive here, why did you come from the backyard?”

“My car is having issues and I texted you to come to get us but I know you’re busy. So we took an Uber as far as we could and then snuck in the back.” Jacob said and felt Mrs. Hudson’s eyes bore into him.

“It’s because it’s a gated community...You know what. Go inside.” You scolded. Jacob and Mike and Mike weren’t paying attention and stomped on the porch and broke more boards.

“Oh shit, stupid porch!” Mike hissed in pain and made it inside. Piper wouldn’t stop growling at the two of them. You pinched the bridge of your nose and let out an angry sigh.

“I hope that’s not going to be a pattern.” Mrs. Hudson said.

“It won’t I promise. I will pay for the damages.” You reassured softly.

Mrs. Hudson relaxed and shook her head, “I wouldn’t put up with that.”

You just nodded, your cheeks red with anger and embarrassment. You headed back to the house and bumped into Joel accidentally. “Oh shit, sorry...I wasn’t paying attention.” You apologized quickly.

Joel shook his head, “It’s alright, seems like you got...Company.”

“A nuisance more like it.” You whispered.

You carefully went back inside and shut the door. “Babe, do you have chips and dip?” Jacob asked while looking in your pantry.

“I’m on a diet, remember?” You said trying to be calm.

“Oh, you look fine.”

“It’s to stabilize my weight for my condition, it’s got nothing to do with my looks.”

“Oh okay.”

You didn’t respond.

“I got chips and dip!” Mike shouted while pulling it out of his shopping bag.

“Sweet! Babe, come join us!” Jacob walked over to you.

You glared at him, “I don’t like sports.”

“I know but come sit next to me, I love your shoulder massages~”

You rolled your eyes and walked over to the fridge to get out your wine bottle.

“Damn, the whole bottle?” Jacob laughed. He walked over to the couch and patted the cushion to invite you. You walked right outside with Piper.

“Dude, I thought you said, she’d be cool with it?” Mike asked.

“She is, she’s probably had a rough day.” Jacob shrugged.

“You should check on her.”

“She likes to have alone time.” Jacob opened the White Claw and began to drink it. Mike scratched his head but then watched the game, he wasn’t going to get involved.

A few hours later it was 10 pm and your eyes were getting heavy. You were waiting for the game to be over and once it was you would kick Mike out and have a few words with Jacob. Joel had left a few hours ago, telling you he’d text you the quote for the porch and for your neighbor’s fence. You got up from the chair and walked inside.

The TV was finally off and Mike walked out of the house, waving goodbye to the both of you. “Hey babe, you look like you need rest.” Jacob smiled at you. He was sweeping the floor and putting the dishes away. You raised a brow at this, you let it go, you were too tired to argue. You just nodded and made your way to your room.

“Hey babe...Thanks, it won’t happen again...Also, I have a surprise for you tomorrow, come by the shop.” Jacob smiled at you. You yawned and just nodded. You walked up the stairs and got into bed. Piper joined you and curled by your feet. You fell fast asleep and part of you was disappointed that Jacob didn’t come to check in on you. You decided to indulge in his request. You would definitely have to think about your future with him.

The next morning, you had a horrible headache from the wine and you were exhausted. You made sure you looked professional but the dark circles under your eyes were obvious. You texted Jacob that you’d be by the shop after work, you didn’t want to see him first thing in the morning. You made it to work and your assistant tried to use her undereye brightener to hide your dark circles. You appreciated her help as it did make somewhat of a difference.

You attended your first meeting and your headache was killing you. You had to excuse yourself and your boss waited for you outside of the bathroom. You were surprised by this and expected a scolding. Instead, he held out two small pills. “I hate hangovers.” He simply said. He gave you a gentle smile and you took the pills. “Black coffee helps.” He said and walked away from you.

You thanked him and felt blessed to have a boss that was understanding. He had become your mentor and always had your back. You took the pills and drank some coffee and you were good to go after an hour. The rest of the day you were determined to stay productive. So much so that you worked late and forgot about Jacob.

You made it home and saw Jacob standing in the front yard. “Is your TV out again?” You simply said.

“No, I’m here to meet my beautiful girlfriend and give her a surprise!” He said enthusiastically.

“Oh?” You smiled a little.

“I got tickets to the game tomorrow!! And they’re front row!” Jacob ran over to embrace you. You frowned and patted his back. “Aaaannnddd you and my family are joining me!” Jacob finally said and pulled back to show you five tickets.

Your brows were raised at this, “What’s the occasion?”

“I’m opening another store!” He smiled. You forced a smile and nodded. When you had been promoted and got a new house, you celebrated alone. “Tomorrow at 3 pm!” Jacob said snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Tomorrow at 3 pm.” You just said, figuring maybe it would be a good time. You liked his family, you bonded with his little sister.

“Okay, I gotta go, babe, see you tomorrow!” Jacob said and rushed over to his car. You watched him leave and sighed sadly. This weekend you would end things. You had to.

The next day, you left early for the game and you were surprised to see your boss leaving for the game as well. The two of you rode separately and met up after check-in. The two of you searched for your seats and your boss invited you to dinner with his family after the game. You agreed, enjoying his company more than your boyfriend’s. Speaking of your boyfriend, you found your way to the seats and Jacob greeted you by putting on a sports jersey over your head.

“Put it on! You can’t wear your work clothes at a sports game!” He smiled and then turned to his dad. You slipped the shirt on over your blouse and sat down next to him. What surprised you both was seeing Jacob’s ex sitting in the seats in front of them. You said nothing, focusing on the game but Jacob was focused on the beautiful ring on his ex’s finger. Half time came and the announcers began to move the cameras to the audience for the ‘Kiss Cam’.

Lots of couples were smiling and kissing each other. You sighed sadly seeing it and missed the days when you and Jacob were intimate, it had been months... As if on queue, the camera was on you and Jacob. Everyone around you was shouting and cheering. You noticed Jacob’s ex on the camera was simply staring.

You turned to Jacob, waiting to see what he’d do and you honestly wished he didn’t do anything...Because what he did was so much worse...Jacob stood up and waved to the camera, he walked over to the end of the aisle of seats and gestured for you to follow him. You were confused but did so. Jacob took your hand in his and you braced for the kiss, only he didn’t lean in.

He held your hand and went down on one knee. Your eyes grew wide in horror at his actions. “Babe, we’ve been together for two years and it’s been the best two years of my life...I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You’re way better than my ex, like twenty times better. Also, I don’t have a ring right now but I’ll get one. I know I’ve made mistakes but I’m going to fix them...Like the broken fence of your neighbor’s. So would you give this fence breaker the honor of being your husband?” Jacob smiled and people around him laughed at his joke. You didn’t know what came over you, the headache was coming back and all you could hear was ringing. You felt your heartbeat faster and your palms were getting sweaty.

You shook your head, you were not about to have a panic attack in front of everyone. You yanked your hand back aggressively and glared at him. “No.” Was all you struggled to say, you were not about to lay into him, not here. You felt tears form in your eyes and ran up the bleachers and into the passageway of the stadium to leave. Jacob was left there on his knees, in complete shock.

The announcers sympathized with him and the mascot came over to comfort him. His ex shook her head and paid attention to the game again.

You didn’t answer your phone all day, you couldn’t speak properly, and you were too busy trying to stop crying. You lay there on your bed, the sports jersey was in the living room trash can, wincing in pain from the headache and the heartache. It was late when you woke up and you sat up on the bed. You answered your text messages from your boss who was worried about you. You then answered the texts from Jacob’s sister and his mother.

You appreciated their kindness. You set your phone down and went down to the kitchen to grab snacks. You sat back on the couch and turned on the news. You sighed in relief that no one was talking about the game...Well you spoke too soon.

The sports segment came on and at the forefront was what happened. You turned the TV off immediately and heard your phone buzzing. You grabbed it to see a text from Jacob’s mother. A text you wish she didn’t send but appreciated it nonetheless. She told you that Jacob had been talking about his ex for the past week after he bumped into her at the store.

He then found out she was married and had been obsessed with the idea. Which explains his impromptu proposal. You weren’t an idiot, you had put two and two together when you noticed how intensely he was staring at his ex’s ring. You shut off your phone and went to bed, thankful that it was going to be the weekend...

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#joel x reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #pedro pascal character x reader

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groggyvanfleet · 2 years

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summary: no plot just porn.

word count: 1.2k

(warning this is NSFW!! MINORS DNI! includes language, unprotected sex (wrap it up), oral (m receiving) fingering, mask kink is its own warning. if i forgot anything else please let me know!)

(a/n: ok so i just realized that literally half of the fic didn't post so yes repost also fic number 2 coming tonight!)

Standing in front of the fogged up bathroom mirror, a towel being the only thing shielding your naked form. Brushing out your damp hair when a figure appeared in the doorway, causing you to gasp loudly and slightly jump. Leaning against the door frame was your boyfriend dressed in only a ghost face mask and black jeans, his shirt nowhere to be seen.

“Jacob! You scared me!” you let out, a small giggling following afterwards. “What on earth are you wearing?” You waited for an answer but got nothing in return except for Jake making his way towards you, closing the space.

“Jake what are you doing?” you asked, a small smile on your face as he kept moving closer till your back eventually hit the wall behind you. Reaching his hands up Jake tore the towel that was wrapped around you, letting it puddle around your feet as he ran his finger tips up from your outer thigh to your cheek where his fingers then laced themselves into your hair pulling your head back to press it against the wall. You couldn’t lie this was hot. Very hot. You could feel your arousal starting to pool in your core. Taking his hand that wasn't in your hair Jake lifted the mask just slightly revealing his plump, pillow like lips that were adorned by a sinister smirk. Leaning down Jake planted his lips against yours with a feverish hunger. It was a kiss full of teeth and tongue, the both of you deepening the kiss the best you could. Snaking one of your hands down to your aching core, your fingers finding your clit as you began to rub fast tight circles, your hips grinding on your own fingers for even more friction. Jake quickly caught onto what you were doing by the way you would moan into the kiss every time your fingers caught a delicious spot. Breaking the kiss, Jake backed away letting the mask fall back onto his face as he began undoing his belt and zipper. Motioning for you to come here with his pointer finger, you slowly started making your way to him before you were stopped by his hand, his finger now pointing down. You knew what he wanted so obeying him you got on all fours and slowly crawled your way over to him.

Reaching Jake you finished what he started. Your fingers undoing the buttons at the top of jeans, finally freeing his hard cock that had been straining against the fabric since he saw you in the towel. Pulling down his boxers you finally free his aching cock, the tip an angry red color covered in a sheen of pre-cum. Sticking your tongue out you gave his head a small kitten lick, letting the salty taste of him nestle on your tongue. Letting out an annoyed huff from above you, Jake quickly shed himself of his jeans, now completely naked save for the mask. Gripping your hair once again Jake brought you back face to face with his cock. Taking the tip of his cock and lightly slapping against your closed lips, signaling for you to open in which you did. Slowly sliding into your mouth Jake let out muffled groans at the feeling of your mouth around his cock. Setting a steady pace you let Jake fuck your face, the lewd sounds filling the bathroom only added to the wetness that was now making its way down your thigh and onto the floor. Hot tears were now streaming down your cheeks from Jake’s relentless abuse to your throat. This only went on for a few more minutes till Jake pulled himself out of your mouth with a pop. Squatting down Jake lifted his mask once again to show the same smirk on his lips as he patted your cheek.

“Such a good girl.” he praised before standing back up and making his way behind you. Settling back onto his knees, Jake began kneading the flesh of your ass before delivering a harsh smack to your right cheek making you moan out in pleasure and pain which only encouraged Jake to do it even more and harder.

After a few good smacks your ass was completely red and stinging, Jake just stood back and admired his work. Ghosting his fingers down to your dripping entrance, determining you were ready for him Jake plunged his middle and ring finger into you without warning making your body slightly lurch forward. You loved Jake’s fingers, you loved how rough and calloused they were from years of guitar playing, the way they knew how to play you like you were one of his instruments able to produce such sweet, sweet music from you. Each thrust of his fingers coaxed a moan from you, unable to stop them from pouring out as Jake repositioned his hand to enable his fingers to go deeper. You could feel the knot in your stomach building, with just a few more minutes of this and you would be a withering mess on the bathroom floor, Jake could tell you were close to which made him pull his fingers out as a whine of protest attempted to come out but was replaced by a scream as Jake slid his cock into you in one swift motion.

His pace was automatically set to rough and deep. With the mixture of his tip hitting the sweet spots and his heavy balls slapping against your clit you couldn't help but let out pornographic screams of ecstasy.

“Love the way you take my cock.” Jake grunted, his words slightly muffled by the mask. “Look so pretty on all fours.” His praise continued which only made you cry out more. Your nails clawed at the bathroom tile, slipping each time, attempting to find something to keep you grounded on earth. The knot in your stomach was quickly forming once again.

“I’m close, Jake.” you warned him. In reply Jake snapped his hips harder into you, a hand reaching around to secretly find his discarded jeans and the other tangling itself into your still damp hair.

“C’mon baby, cum all over my fucking cock.” He grunted out. After a few more thrusts you felt your body be washed over in waves of pleasure.

Your eyes snapped closed as you let out one of the most pornographic moans, your back arching as your climax wrecked through your body. Not stopping his movements Jake quickly reached into the pocket of jeans and retrieved his phone as he opened the camera and turned the phone around as he leaned down and pulled your head up by the hair that was weaved through his fingers.

“Open those pretty eyes for me baby.” Jake growled, obeying you opened your eyes and were met with the back of Jake’s phone. “Smile pretty baby.” he said, giving one last sharp thrust as he took the picture. Jake thought it was the hottest thing he had ever seen or did. The way your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your mouth was hanging open in an immortalized scream. Tossing his phone onto his jeans Jake chased after his own climax, finding it as he emptied himself into you with a groan.

After a moment Jake pulled the mask off his sweaty face, his chest heaving as he was finally able to breathe correctly. Pulling out of you which made a wince come from you due to overstimulation. Standing up, Jake picked you up bridal style off the floor and placed a loving kiss on your forehead.

“Does this mean I get to be in the sequel Mr. Ghostface?” you asked with a laugh.

#greta van fleet smut #jake kiszka smut #jake x reader #jake gvf #spooky smut

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inafieldofdaisies · 7 months

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Ship edit and snippet | The Deceiver and The Wolf | vol. 1 / vol. 2

“It was probably nothing but [at that moment] it felt like the world.”

Mercedes placed the last pieces she had selected for him to 'model' out of a deadman's closet then turned to face Jacob with a triumphant smile, a pesky reminder to what he had haphazardly agreed to without thinking she was actually serious. "I'm not trying any of these.", he muttered, his frown only deepening when he realized if she had gone as far as to actually put together outfits, she was about to force him to wear at least one of them for more than a couple of minutes. Her dark eyes narrowed, shining in determination, "You promised." "It was a joke." A snort left her at the excuse, "I thought you don't do jokes." The glare that usually worked on his men and resulted in them scattering out of his sight had no effect on her, only prompting her to cross her arms over her chest, signaling she wasn't backing down. Goddamn it, woman. "Just one, Mercedes.", the words were but a bitter hiss that won a smile out of her, "So pick accordingly."

"Oh, how generous, Mr. Seed.", her focus returned to the bed that was covered in clothes, index finger running over her lip as she set on making her choice, "You're lucky whoever lived in this cabin was your size. Which reminds me… do you know what happened to him?" "No." His voice was even, emotionless, hiding the lie. Truth was, he had a very good idea of the McNeills fate - Stella had fallen victim to crossfire while the man whose clothes he was about to put on, had become just another failed participant in his trials. Zachary was weak, like so many before and after him, and the moment he had learned about his wife's passing, breaking him had turned into even less of a challenge. Something stopped him from uttering out those morbid details, even when Jacob knew they were bound to put an end to this form of torture she had come up with so early in the morning. The exact price would have been watching her carefree smile disappear from her face. Just power through it. "Off and the rest, too.", she ordered eventually, pointing at his field jacket. He made no move to undress, "Did you even pick anything yet?" "Yes. Now, clothes off, Jacob. Or do you need my help?" "Bossy.", he smirked despite his sour mood, refusing to let how uncomfortable he felt deep down show, "Maybe I should take you up on the offer, would certainly make all this worth the hassle."

Mercedes rolled her eyes as he threw his jacket at her, and she caught it without missing a beat, "Keep your undies on." "Yes, m'am." The sarcasm wasn't lost on her. "Keep this up, and I'm going to make you try on the Clutch Nixon Halloween costume this guy has. You sure would pull off that cape." His hands froze right when they were undoing his jeans, "You wouldn't dare." She cocked her head, sending another grin his way as she watched his progress, "We both know, I absolutely would." Seconds later, she was holding onto everything he was used to wearing while he stood in the middle of the bedroom in just his underwear, "Happy?" "Very. Now turn around and no peeking in the mirror, mister." He complied with a sigh, deciding to get things over with faster, now that he had made it past the point of no return. Jacob felt her approach before a hand appeared to his right, offering him a pair of pants that were thankfully green. Familiar. I can do this. He reluctantly put them on, avoiding his reflection as she passed him a shirt in a lighter shade of green, then a darker colored sweater. The realization she was sticking to what he prefered wearing hit him as he slipped the woolen garment over his head, and she helped him drag it down over his chest, speeding up the process. "See. Wasn't I right?", her hands set on his upper arms before he slowly lowered his eyes to the mirror in front of him for the first time since she had put the whole game in motion.

"I'm not wearing it out.", he grumbled out as he stared at himself, almost not recognizing the man looking back at him. He couldn't remember the last time he had worn civilian clothes. "Pretty please?" "No." She laughed at his sharp reply, coming to stand next to the mirror, "You look dashing." "Compliments won't get you anywhere, sweetheart." The way she bit her lip was the first sign of trouble, "A deal then?" "Absolutely not." He grabbed the hem of the sweater, readying to strip it off when she raised an eyebrow, challenge visible in her gaze. "What are you afraid of?" "I'm not afraid of anything.", he snarled, "I have no time to play dress-up." "You're not even a little bit curious what I will suggest?" "No." He was lying again, and the fact he hadn't removed any of the borrowed clothes told her as much, urging her on. "I will wear whatever you pick tomorrow." Silence took over the room, her steeled expression and demeanor telling him she stood behind her suggestion, further confirming it with the pinkie she offered him. "Deal, Jacob?"

Blue eyes shifted to her hand and then back to her face, "Aren't you worried?" Mercedes released a huff, "About what? You dressing me from head to toe in camo and tactical gear until I'm blending with the woods better than the goddamned trees?" "Last chance to back down.", he tried again, knowing full well she wasn't going to, that the warning was ringing hollow. "I've been told I can pull off even a potato sack." The matter-of-fact statement John probably would have classified as prideful, had he been there. "Deal.", he nodded as he wrapped his pinkie around hers, adding under his breath, "Am I really that predictable?" "Just a tiny bit."

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robmacz · 7 months

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My Friend Eric

Part 4

So the five of us lined up against the longest in the apartment, putting our hands on the wall. The taller of the two stood by the door and watched while the shorter one patted us down one at time. Neil was first. He was only in his shorts; he had taken his shirt off hours before and as usual he was barefoot. The guy never wore shoes at home and if he went out would only have flip flops. The cop turned his pockets inside out, then reached behind him taking out a pair of cuffs and pulling Neil's hands behind his back, reading him his rights as he did so.

Next it was Barry's turn. Barry was the odd one out. Not a swimmer's build at all, he was about 5'10, stocky build, with dark hair. He was also wearing more than the rest of us. He had a check shirt and jeans with Blue Nike TNs on his feet. He got the cop’s second set of cuffs; these seemed to be hinged rather than chain, but as I would find out much less easy to move in.

The taller cop had to pass over his two sets of cuffs. Next up was Frank. He had jet black hair and was wearing just a t-shirt and shorts which sagged down around his ass, showing off his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Like me he was wearing flip flops . The cuffs snapped around his wrists and his rights were read and I knew it was now my turn.

I felt the cop run his hands over my torso and down to my shorts. I was getting hard. I'm not sure if it was due to the overall situation or having a hot cop run his hands over my body, maybe a bit of both. I felt very self conscious, he must have noticed I still had on my plain white t-shirt and khaki shorts. The cop ran his fingers around the inside of the waist band of my shorts and tuned my pockets inside out. He started telling me that I had the right to remain silent. As he was doing so he took my left arm and I felt the cuffs snap around my wrist. Then the right wrist. Like the cuffs they used on Barry, these were hinged cuffs, with little movement, and I realised I was getting ever harder.

After me, it was Jacob's turn. He had a mousy brown buzz cut and was dressed in a red polo shirt and grey shorts. He was wearing white Adidas trainers with white ankle socks. At first the two cops didn't have any cuffs for him, which seemed somewhat unfair, but by the time he was frisked and had his rights read another couple of cops had arrived and he was duly cuffed like the rest of us.

We left the apartment with four cops escorting us down the stairs and out of the building. As I got outside there were flashing red and blue lights filling the night sky and people had come onto their balconies or were hanging out of their windows to see what was going on. The five of us were perp walked to the waiting police van.

The door of the van was opened and we each climbed in. It was only then that I noticed that Neil was still barefoot as well as shirtless. I was almost sure that all eyes would have been on him as we walked towards the van. Once we were locked in, the door slammed shut and we were off on our way. We hadn't spoken to each other for about 30 minutes. We just all looked at each other and burst out laughing. I guess it was the drink and the drugs, but in the company of those guys it seemed as though we could take on the world.

The effects of the stimulants would soon wear off, though. Very soon we were in a holding cell with about a dozen other guys. Some were passed out, others seemed to have aggressive tendencies towards anyone who looked in their direction. Another guy looked as though he was in tears as he contemplated the thought of a DUI conviction. The five of us just stayed in a corner until we were called.

When that happened, eventually, we were taken to another area of the police station. We were told to sit on some metal seats and we were each cuffed to the metal pole that held them all together. At that point we were asked if we wished to make a phone call. We had already agreed that I would do that and would call Eric. So I was released from the seat and taken to a phone. I got through to Eric almost immediately. He was back from his faculty dinner and was in bed. He told me not to worry and that he would sort things out as soon as he could.

It was about half an hour after I had finished my phone call when we were released from the seats and taken to another room. We were told to line up on a yellow line and a cop stood in front of us and told us to remove our clothing. I don't think any of us was expecting this.

'I haven't got all night. Strip out of your clothes and put them in the plastic tray in front of you'.

We had all seen each other naked before in the locker room, well not Barry of course, but the rest of us. So why did it seem so embarrassing? Was it the cop standing there? Barry slipped off his sneakers and started to unbutton his shirt. The rest of us just followed. Neil was very quickly down to his grey Armani briefs, while Barry was soon just in his red and blue check boxer shorts.

'I said strip, not stop at your underwear' the cop said with a touch of menace to his voice.

Soon we were all standing there naked. Fortunately, I was not as hard as I had been, but was still popping a semi. I couldn't look at the other guys. We were ordered to run our fingers through our hair, open our mouths and stick out our tongues, lift our feet and wiggle our toes. Then came the more intimate checks. Lifting our dicks and our balls, bending over and spreading our cheeks while the officer looked with his flashlight. We had to squat and cough. It was all so humiliating. The giggles were long gone.

After the search we were made to stand on the line once more and face forward. No one said a word. An officer called us one by one to get our jail clothes. Black and white striped scrubs with white socks and boxers. Frank stared at them looking as though he had never had to wear something so disgusting. The rest of us climbed into our uniforms and put on the cheap plastic slides which one of the officers threw at us. As we were getting dressed I realised that I didn't know whether any of the other guys had been to jail before. None had said that they had. But here we now were, all five of us in our stripes.

As soon as we were all dressed out we were taken to have our fingerprints and mugshots taken. The mugshots would be on the website the following morning and no doubt doing the rounds across campus by the afternoon. There was no way we could hide from the humiliation. By now Frank was almost in tears. He was worried about what his old man would say, not to mention what trouble he would be in with the college authorities. Barry tried to reassure him that students got arrested all the time and it was no big deal, but Frank seemed to be beyond reason at this point.

After the mugshots were taken we were issued with our bedding and led to the cell block. Even though it was now very late it was still noisy. One drunken prisoner was shouting, a cell door slammed shut, the noise of which echoed around the block. I was sure I wouldn't get much sleep that night. I was right about that but not for the reasons I expected.

Once we were in the cell block we were each assigned cells. Each cell had two beds and Neil was the unlucky one who was assigned a cell with a stranger. Frank and Jacob were locked up together, which left me with Barry. At least I wasn't left with Frank’s whining, but I didn't know Barry that well and would have been much happier with Neil. However, after the cell door slammed shut, we lay down on our bunks and started to talk about what had just happened. It didn't take Barry long to tell me that being in jail made him incredibly horny. This was his fourth time in jail. Once for underage drinking, before his folks came and bailed him out. Then three days for a DUI. He’d also been busted by the campus cops for possession. Once he’d been locked up with a hot gay guy who showed him a good time.

'it's funny’ he said. 'But I've never been with a guy other than in jail'.

Given what had happened the last time I was in jail, I was wide awake to the possibility that this might be an interesting night. I started to rub my cock in the hope that he would take the hint. He did. Soon he was down to his boxers and his enormous dick popped out of the fly. It was amazingly juicy and I slid it into my mouth. It did not take long for him to deposit his load, warm and sticky. I lapped it up. Then he lay face down on the bunk, as I climbed on top of him and slid my dick into his ass. We were two horny animals locked up in a cage.

Remembering the night with Andy a few years before, I expected that Barry would not want me to mention our night of raw sex to the other guys. But he just laughed.

'You can be as discreet as you want Robbie, but I had a fucking amazing night and I don't care which of the guys knows it. We won't mention it to Jessica though, eh? I'm glad I was locked up with you, not just the sex, but you're not a novice either are you? I saw the way you handled yourself. You didn't flinch when they issued you the uniform. You've been to jail before?'

I told him about the time at spring break and what had happened with Andy that night.

'Listen Robbie, there are no straight guys in jail. You may have a girl outside, but she's not in here and after going through that intake process you're gonna be as horny as hell. Even Jacob might have got lucky if Frank stopped snivelling'.

As we discovered later it turned out Frank had been in a 'how can you think about sex at a time like this’ mood. Which made Jacob all the more jealous when Barry gleefully informed him about our night. Neil hadn't been lucky either. He was locked up with a drunk who snored the whole night long.

Barry and I didn't see the other three guys again until we were being loaded into the van for court. By now we were all chained up--arms, legs, and a belly chain--to make sure we really couldn't move. Frank had tears in his eyes, you could see the humiliation he felt. But I wasn't worried. Eric would work something out; he always did.

We were taken into the courtroom with a whole load of other prisoners who had been brought into custody the night before. All of us in our stripes. Some bold, some washed out. Mine were pretty new, but by the looks of them Frank’s had been through a thousand washes. Eric was waiting for us. In fact, he gave us a wave as we shuffled in and took our seats. An older guy was sitting with him. I didn't know it then, but this was the law professor who was just about to take retirement. Eric had persuaded him to help out his buddies in a real live case.

We sat and waited, what seemed like hours for other cases to come and go. Some guys were given bail, some kept in custody. When it was our turn the old professor advised us to plead guilty to the charge of possession and disturbing the peace. Which we did, and then he gave a convincing speech to the judge in which he told him what fine upstanding young men we were, men who had had a momentary lapse of judgement.

We were all back home by the end of the day. I regretted it at the time. I had hoped that we would get a few days at least. I wanted to have a couple more steamy nights with Barry, but it wasn’t to be.

To be continued…

#arrest #jail #prison

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Venus and Jake are very much a one cat, one dog family. I get the vibe from Venus that she loves all animals, but she just vibes with cats better and Jake is so dog coded. Definitely one to get a pure bred golden retriever or bring home a stray. No in between.

So when he tells Venus "I'm ready for a new addition to our family."

Which of course screws with Venus a bit because she just got used to the idea of being known, and now he just expects her to say 'yes' to having a child???

"I was looking at some dog shelters-"

She definitely has to be the strong one while he's planning a jail break. "Jake, I'm sorry, but we can't take them all."

"V, we can just buy a house on a piece of land, it'll be the dream. They can roam free. Look at their faces..."

And all she sees is his eyes and pure white smile next to a chihuahua that's vibrating into the next dimension. "Don't do that."

"Got you to cave once. I can wear you down again. And I've got some adorable friends this time."

And when he finally does take one to a room so that way they can play with them for a bit, he definitely tells the dog "go to your mama." And venus will never admit to the way it made her feel.

Not a thot, but a th❤(gh)t

I love this th♥️ght!

Venus loves all animals, but is drawn to cats due to how independent and selective they are. She and Jake adopt another kitty and name them Pastrami. Pastrami and Rugelach instantly bond.

Jake grew up on a ranch, so he loves any and all animals. I see him and Bob bonding over that (I headcanon that Bob grew up on a farm in the Midwest).

Oh God, he would ask it that way.

"Jake, that's a huge commitment and we just got married, don't you think we need some time to settle?" Venus asks, trying not to lose her shit.

Jake just nods like it's no big deal, "I get that. But I was looking at some dog shelters-"

Venus doesn't listen to the rest of his sentence because she's just thinking oh thank God he's talking about animals.

More cuteness underneath

"We are starting with one dog Jake. Our townhouse isn't big enough-"

"We can just buy a house," Jake shrugs as he continues to pet the German Shepard who has made their home into Jake's lap.

"You seriously want to buy a house just to have more dogs?"

"Not just more dogs. Eventually," Jake's cheeks begin to turn red, "Kids too."

Venus is doing everything not to appear flustered, "Slow down cowboy. Let's focus on a dog today."

They find this pitbull terrier mix. She had puppies before, and now that her pups have been adopted, the shelter wants her to find her forever home. Her name is Nellie and Jake is already thinking of what Jewish food they can rename her.

"That means she'll be good with other dogs and kids," Jake points out.

They take Nellie/Bagel (Jake's idea) into the playroom. Bagel is very curious about Jake (it's his Golden Retriever energy), whereas Venus is more calm and gives Bagel some space so they don't get overwhelmed.

"Alright Bagel, go to your mama!" Jake points to Venus and all of a sudden, she feels her stomach fluttering and a warm feeling washing over her.

Bagel's eyes perk up and she immediately goes over to Venus, who stretches out an open hand to let her sniff.

They take Bagel home that day.

Six months later, Jake comes home carrying a little black Labrador puppy.

"Jacob Seresin, why do you have a dog?!" Venus asks. Bagel's tail is wagging as she waits at Jake's feet.

"They were running along the highway and I knew a big storm was coming! I couldn't just leave them out there!" Venus can't even get mad because the dog is super cute and Jake's actions are secretly making her melt.

They do take the dog to the shelter but no one comes first the sweet little thing. And after seeing Bagel take such good care of them, Jake and Venus really have no choice but to adopt Lox.

#ask #my writing #jake and venus #jake seresin

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thespooksheh · 2 years

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Some of my Quarry headcanons :P

Abi:

She lives with her dad and younger sister, her mom died when she was young and she doesn’t remember her much

Her family doesn’t have much money but her dad really wants her to pursue her dreams of art school, but Abi’s hesitant to leave her dad and sister behind and is worried about the cost

She’s been working part-time since she was 14 to help out even though her dad tells her she doesn’t have to, and she keeps a bit as savings just in case

She used to have really severe anxiety as a kid and had to have counselling sessions to help with it, she’s on medication now and has the right coping mechanisms but she still has moments where she can’t deal with it (whenever those moments happened at camp Emma or Dylan would take her somewhere quiet away from the kids and help her calm down, she was really grateful for their help and that’s why she’s closer to them than everyone else)

After everything with Nick she still likes him but doesn’t want to pursue a relationship, because sometimes just looking at him brings back the memory of what Not-Nick said and how he threw her across the room (Nick is very understanding about it and they remain friends, even though it does make him sad they don’t talk much)

Some lighter stuff: she was 100& a horse girl from ages 8-14 (maybe she still is, idk ask her about it)

Her first crush was Applejack in MLP but she’s super embarrassed about it and when asks just says it was her best friend in Kindergarten

She has a collection of plushies and they all have names relating to their colour/style

Her favourite colour is yellow but she doesn't wear any clothing or own much that's yellow because she's worried she'll stop liking it and it'll ruin her life (she's secretly just as dramatic as Emma, and when Emma finds out she's delighted

Playing Stardew Valley on her switch is a part of her daily routine and she’s been working on the same save for 4 years, she’s very proud of it

Totally draws fanart for the media she likes and has a tumblr, but she refuses to reveal it to anyone (even Emma, even though she constantly begs her to tell her)

When she does eventually attend art school she and Emma end up not far from each other and Emma becomes her muse/model for lot of her work (from here they grow closer and date because I ship Blygbank)

Emma:

Her parents aren’t divorced but they SHOULD BE (they’re both cheating on each other and pretend they don’t know, and neither of them know that Emma knows even though she caught them both)

She has an older sister, like 7-8 years older, and they’ve never been close because her sister always treated her like a dumb kid and a rival

Emma always envied the attention and praise her sister got from their parents and tried (and failed) to be perfect like her, that’s why she starts her youtube channel (it upsets her that her parents aren’t proud of it like they are of her sisters achievements)

After the events of the game she has to take a break from posting (even though she loves it) because she gets a flood of comments about her being a murderer despite being acquitted in the trial, and seeing them makes her question everything she did that night

Despite her exterior she’s actually really sweet (only people close to her see that, like Abi, Dylan and probably Laura too) but she’s very insecure and worried that it’ll be used against her

I mean she loves making others laugh even if she looks dumb in the process, come on!!

She never fully forgives Jacob even though she really wants to, and also feels like maybe it was her fault in a way (I don’t think that though, like at all), she acts like they’re cool when they hang out but she still carries it around with her

After school she keeps up her youtube channel and insta presence which pays pretty well, but she also works as a barista because it’s simple and she likes the structure it provides in her life

Emma is such a dog person to the degree that she hates cats (red flag in my book but I still <3 her)

She’s had a few dogs over the years, but right now she has two, a border collie named Griffin and a doberman named Fluffy (they live her parents though and it pains her to be so far away from them, and when she visits them it's’ secretly just to see her dogs)

I like to think she gets over her cat hating grudged eventually when she meets Dylan’s cat and then later she agrees to getting a cat when she lives with Abi (it’s ginger and super grumpy, and prefers Emma to Abi which pisses her off so much but Abi finds it hilarious)

Emma’s a huge swiftie and has all her albums on vinyl (Nick’s also a swifite but is very secretive about it, Emma agrees to keep his secret and go to TS concerts in secret together. Abi figures it out though and is sworn to secrecy)

She wears q specific shade of red lipstick and has been using the same on for three years even though it’s expired and almost completely used up (it’s literally a nub) because the company changed the formula

Laura: if you love the shade so much just get a new on and stop using that gross ball of death

Emma, using that said gross ball of death and rolling her eyes: you don’t understand it’s not the same

Kaitlyn:

She has 4 younger brothers and all of her names also start with K (her mom has a thing for alliterations, don’t ask her about it because one time Kaitlyn did and it was a 5 hour explanation)

Her dad is her role model but they’re not as close as she wants them to be because he’s always busy with her brothers, the reason she knows so much about guns and cars is because she was desperate to do anything with him when she could

Her and Jacob became friends at age 8 when Jacob was on the swings and fell off and knocked two teeth out, Kaitlyn was laughing the whole time she helped him find help and soak up the blood (ever since they’ve been bonded for life)

Kaitlyn is the first person to forgive Jacob after the night at Hackett’s Quarry for breaking down the van and forces him to send her texts everyday to make sure he’s okay

She’s aromantic and hadn’t put much thought into relationships until others around her started getting crushes, she’s totally projecting what she thinks she’s supposed to want onto Ryan and doesn’t realizes it

After the game when she tries dating again she realizes she just can’t and eventually figures it out with some googling

She and Dylan become roommates and she refuses to let him decorate anywhere outside his bedroom because he has terrible design skills, so their apartment is very nice and has a grey and blue colour scheme except for Dylan’s room which is very ugly

Dylan:

Was a total class clown in high school and always used to get in trouble, and his teachers would always be frustrated because he was so smart when he actually paid attention

Dylan is totally a Brian David Gilbert fan and no one can convince me otherwise

Giant video game nerd, has played most games to ever exist and gets Ryan into it too

He’s obsessed with science and tech but is worried if he works in that field he will destroy his love of it

Miles confirmed his cat is called Schrodinger but he’s definitely a hairless cat and Dylan knits him little sweaters to wear when it’s cold

After the game he’s super sad he can’t knit anymore because of his hand, and he starts rollerblading instead (when he explained the change in hobby to Kaitlyn she said “That is the strangest thing I’ve ever heard. You replaced knitting with rollerblading? Seriously?”)

Later, whilst working as an quantum physicists (turns out he doesn’t hate it) he starts a podcast about horror movies since he develops an obsession with them after what happened with the werewolves

The others guest star on it a lot (especially Kaitlyn and Emma, and Max sometimes too) and Ryan helps him produce it (by produce it’s mostly just moral support, Ryan doesn’t know shit about tech)

He pranks Kaitlyn all the time but it backfires because one time Kaitlyn got Emma, Jacob, Max and Nick to help to set up a prank where Dylan’s entire room was covered in wrapping paper (he still has a few things that are wrapped up because he’s lazy)

Also he’s super terrified of dogs because he was chased by one as a kid and when he met Emma’s dog he almost shit his pants

Dylan: You said his name is FLUFFY????

Emma, genuinely confused: Yeah? Isn’t he the sweetest thing you’ve ever met!

Dylan: No! He looks like he’s seconds away from ripping out my throat!!

Ryan:

His best friend is his sister 100% he loves her so much and would literally do anything for her

When he’s stabbed and Laura offers to bite him he accepts, not because he’s worried about living for himself (if he was only worried about himself he’d decline because the idea of losing control of himself terrifies him) but because he desperately needs to get through the night and back home to Sarah

One of the reasons he likes Dylan so much is because he thinks Dylan brings out the more carefree and fun side of himself, and he hasn’t been in touch with that part of himself since he was young having to take care of his sister and his mom

I think his grandparents are old and his mom is in and out of rehab, so he has a lot of stuff to do and camp was one of those times he got to just be a kid (and being a counsellor just made sense, since he was close with Chris)

Despite knowing it was the right thing to do he's still agonizing about killing Chris for a long time, and even though they’re not super close Laura helps him through it because she was there and really pushed him into it

He does end up studying animation but visits Sarah as much as he can, and soon as he can gets a place of his own and Sarah moves in with him (the place is a small one bedroom apartment, so he sleeps on the pull-out couch and lets Sarah have the room for herself)

He’s just a really good older brother I love him <3

He pretends he’s annoyed that Dylan invites himself over so often but secretly loves having him around, and Ryan couldn’t be happier Dylan gets on so well with his sister

They weren’t close at camp but he becomes good friends with Abi because of their shared loved of art, and they even do a few projects to together and she’s one of the few people he feels comfortable enough to rant about his love of art with

Schrodinger freaks him out but he doesn’t ever dare tell Dylan because he knows it’ll break his heart

He’s also still guilty about cutting Dylan’s hand off even though he told him to do it, but Dylan constantly reassures him it was the right choice and constantly makes hand jokes to make him smile

Max:

He’s a clean freak and cleans his and Laura’s apartment every Friday without fail (but Laura is super messy and it stresses him out)

He has little spa days on Fridays to recover from the stress

Max, lounging on the bed with a white robe and face mask and candles lit around him, taking a cucumber from his eye: hey babe maybe you should cut back on all the energy drinks

Laura, opening her fifth an of monster today and shaking from all the caffeine, a pile of books and mess on her desk: without caffeine I will DIE I NEED to study

He loves Laura so much but when he sees how she lives without him cleaning up after her he considers his sanity

He goes on to work as a mechanic, but it’s a love-hate relationship because the mess drives him crazy (one time he slipped and got dirt all over his clothes and almost cried about it, Laura had to make him some hot chocolate to calm down)

Also he’s super clumsy, like falling up the stairs kinda clumsy

He refuses to swear because he’s got a little sister (who’s like toddler age) and always has to watch himself, and that’s how we got the masterpiece “son of a binky bonky” (gonna refuse the rest of his swearing in the game lol)

He didn’t spend much of the game with anyone but after he’s closest to Emma and Dylan (no one lets the three of them hang out alone because the last time they did they all ended up in jail and Ryan and Laura had to bail them out, when Abi found out she refused to talk to Emma for two days)

Laura:

Like I mentioned she is very, very MESSY

When left alone she’ll literally forget to shower and build a nest of energy drink cans and food it’s disgusting

On Fridays when Max cleans she refuses to move whilst she studies so he has to clean around her

Max, feather duster in hand: babe I don’t think you need all 10 of these empty diet coke cans on your desk. PLEASE let me clean them up

Laura, 17 hours without sleep and an unknown amount of time without a shower: no these are my lucky cans if you take them I'll fail my exam

Laura, picking up a week old can and gulping it down: besides this one isn’t even empty!

Max, snatching the can away and pouring it out, on the verge of a breakdown: BABE THERES A WHOLE FREAKING ECO SYSTEM IN HERE YOU’RE GONNA DIE!!

She used to be very close with her dad but he died a few years ago and it really messed her up, ever since she's been a little more subdued and Max tries his best to help her

Laura’s very committed and will not stop anything she puts her mind to, even the most trivial things (like Jacob she won’t back down from a dare, one time Emma dared her to climb a lamp post and she did it, they had to call the fire department to get her down)

After the game she becomes good friends with Emma and Kaitlyn, and she constantly tells Emma that she wouldn’t be friends with her if they hadn’t both been through the same hell because Laura despises influencers (Emma takes it in stride and uses it as an excuse to bully Laura harsher)

For some reason she absolutely hates Nick and everyone's confused about it, even herself (poor Nick)

Like she can’t even explain why she just does and Nick’s really sad about it, like a kicked puppy

Laura, sending death glares to Nick whenever everyone meets up:

Nick: I don’t feel safe here….

Maybe I’ll do Jacob and Nick another time because I’m running out of steam lol

#the quarry #abi blyg #abigail blyg #emma mountebank #kaitlyn ka #dylan lenivy #ryan ezrahler #laura kearney #max brinly #jacob custos #nick furcillo #blygbank #radioheads #dylan x ryan #emma x abi

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cliché | pete mitchell - 1

Summary - You and Maverick are friends. But what if you’re ready to be more?

Content - Pete Mitchell x Reader, reader’s callsign is Dash, set during original Top Gun, eventually friends to lovers (if I continue this), angsty, pining, unrequited love-ish, f! reader

Word Count - 1226

Part 2

It was cliché, you couldn’t deny it.

Falling in love with Pete Mitchell, one of your closest friends and the person with whom you had enjoyed a strictly platonic relationship since flight school…

It sounded like a badly written movie.

Your feelings didn’t appear quickly, resembling more of a slow descent than the steep cliff that many described falling in love as. Slowly you started to notice things about him, like that specific grin he gave after a particularly witty comment to a superior, or how criminally good those glasses look on him…

“Now Dash, if I hadn’t known already, it’s obvious now.”

You scoffed, although the edge of it was barely there.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Carole.”

Your friend took the spot next to you and let out a small sigh.

“C’mon Y/N. You and Mav, It’s clear as day to anyone with half a brain.” She said, nudging you with her elbow. “You've seemed down ever since he started dating Charlie.

But your attention was elsewhere, now focused on the happy couple in front of you. Mav and Charlie were now at the piano, with his arm around her waist, laughing at Goose’s musical skills.

Carole followed your gaze and realized what you were looking at.

“He doesn’t love her, you know?” she whispered, snapping you out of your delirium. “He likes her, but doesn’t love her. It’s always been you for him, you must know that by now.”

You smiled sadly, casting your gaze down to your beer that you’d been working on since you arrived at the diner.

“As much as I’d like to believe that, he looks at her in a way that he’s never looked at me, Carole. And they're good together. What kind of friend would I be if I’m not happy for him?”

Carole gave you a sympathetic look and squeezed your hand, a small wave of comfort flowing through you at the gesture.

“Well If Pete doesn’t see what’s in front of him then he is an absolute fool. And if you ever need a distraction from him, I happen to know someone who has a weak spot for pilots.” She whispered, as a sly smirk spread across her face.

“Make our dear Maverick realize what he’s missing.”

This made you laugh. Carol had been trying to set you up with a friend of hers for a while now. but you had refused because you were too busy pining over Mav.

But as you turned to your aforementioned best friend, who was now leaving with his girlfriend (with whom he looked absolutely smitten with) you turned back to Carol.

“Tell me more.”

It had been ages since you dressed up like this. You smiled at yourself in the mirror, satisfied as you finished the last few touches of your makeup. You had decided to meet up with Mark at a local restaurant that you frequented.

For the occasion, you had elected to wear a pale blue sundress, adorned with a simple white pattern. It had been sitting in your closet, collecting dust and now was a perfect opportunity to finally use it.

Mark Jacobs was a friend of Carole’s from school and a family doctor in a nearby practice. Initially, he wanted to be a pilot, but later decided that he lacked the nerve. According to her, he was an absolute dream back in university and had looks that were on-parre with Maverick’s.

You could do worse right?

You did a small twirl in front of the bathroom mirror. Although you were never quick to compliment yourself, you had to admit you looked good.

Alright. As Carole put it, time to make Pete realize what he’s missing, you half joked.

The hours passed by quickly, with not much to note. Mark was a pleasant, funny person, and you could understand why Carol had thought he might be a good fit.

However, both of you could tell pretty early on that the spark between you wasn’t there. You then confessed why that was, giving him a simplified version of what was occurring with you and Maverick. He took it surprisingly well, which started a budding friendship between the two of you.

For the next month or so you continued meeting up with Mark, enjoying being able to talk to someone who wasn’t in the Navy for once. He proved to be an amazing listener, and you were genuinely excited to spend time with him.

Mark even agreed to be your “date” to an upcoming get-together at the beach you had planned with Goose, Carole, Maverick, and Charlie. After hearing you mention jokingly the fact that you’d be the third wheel for not one, but two couples, he immediately offered to accompany you.

“You know Dash, I could come with you. To take an edge off the awkwardness?” He said one night, looking at you from across the table.

“Mark, I’d love for you to come, but we might be sending the wrong impression to them." You replied.

You paused.

“What if they think we’re together?” You continued, tone slightly lowered.

Mark laughed at this.

“Is that the worst thing that could happen?” He said, shrugging as he slurped his noodles.

You gave him a pointed look.

“Mark.. Is there some other reason why you want to go with me this weekend?”

He then proceeded to give you a look of a deer caught in headlights.

“I’m just saying. From what you told me about your relationship with Maverick, I have a small feeling that he won’t be the happiest about me being there with you. That’s it.” Mark postulated.

After another one of your sharp looks, he raised his hands in defeat. But then after thinking it over for a while, you hesitated. You had been looking for some form of closure when it came to you and Mav. Having Mark tag-along wouldn’t be so bad would it?

Maybe it’d help getting rid of that tiny sliver of hope you got whenever Pete would smile or laugh with you. And when you remembered the amount of sleepless nights that were the byproduct of that hope?

Well.

How bad could it be?

Both you and Mark had arrived early, and he acted the perfect gentleman, offering to take you on a walk on the beach before heading to the bar. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn't been considering forgetting about Pete altogether and just focusing your attention on him instead.

But alas, what you saw next nipped any potential fantasies about Mark in the bud. You spotted Maverick playing volleyball, with Goose, and a couple other people whom you couldn't quite recognize.

You stopped for a second to admire his form, before scolding yourself. This meeting was supposed to give you closure on the crush you had developed on him, not make it ten-times worse!

Mark, who noticed what was happening, grabbed your hand and directed you away from the scene.

“You’re going to have to stop gawking at him like that.”

You rolled your eyes at him.

“Do you think I meant to?”

Little did you know, at the same time a certain pilot had spotted you, and was now wondering who the man accompanying you was.

And why he no longer was in the mood to play volleyball..

#pete mitchell x reader #maverick x reader #pete maverick mitchell #pete mitchell #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun x reader

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the imprint or the blood singer | part 23.

Summary: Y/N Black. All about La Push. Shy girl unless you get to know her. Not one to make friends easily despite the fact that she very well could. Friends with her brother’s friends until one Bella Swan comes back to town.

Warnings for the Series: light violence, light smut

Pairing: Edward Cullen x reader, Embry Call x reader

Word Count: 0.8k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

Edward strolled into his room, babyless, while you were finishing an essay for one of your classes. This whole online college was actually kind of appealing to you, you were considering doing it for all four years. Edward sat down next to you, careful not to disturb you as you checked over it once more before hitting the submit button.

“Who has her now? Embry, Jacob, or Rose?” you asked as you closed the laptop.

“Actually Charlie and Bella.”

You raised an eyebrow causing Edward to laugh. Bella and Charlie were the last two people you had expected to grow so attached to Masen, yet somehow you constantly found your child at the Swans’ residence.

Aside from you and Edward, Bella spent the most time with Masen— both with her dad and when she was with Jacob. Charlie had been surprisingly taking the whole “need-to-know” status very well. He even stopped commenting on Masen’s growth after the third visit, realizing she was definitely getting older every time he saw her.

“Bella said she’ll drop Masey at Billy’s tomorrow when she goes to see Jacob.”

“Before or after we get to the house.”

“Before. She’s headed early because she and Jacob are going on a date.”

“So we have a night off, what should we do?”

Edward pulled you off the bed. “I would tell you to find an outfit but Alice will be here in 3… 2… 1.”

Alice bursted into Edward’s room. She gave him an excited to look to which he just nodded. You wish you had some sort of powers, not enjoying the silent conversation between the two siblings. Alice bounced on her heels before pulling you towards her room. When she was done working her magic, you looked in the mirror. Alice truly had a gift and it wasn’t seeing the future. You were in a nice sundress, long sleeve top underneath with the cooling weather. Your hair and makeup were natural but still glamorous, kind of like when you went to the dance club with Edward during vacation. It took a few arguments but Alice finally relented and let you wear booties instead of a straight stiletto heel.

Edward was dressed nicely as well when you greeted him back at his room. You poked at the collar of his blazer, you weren’t sure if you’ve ever seen him super dressed up before. You linked your arm in his and you two started to walk towards the forest.

“Carlisle and Esme were asking about us the other day,” Edward said as he helped you over a giant rock.

“Hmm?”

“When you were with the pack. They wanted to know if we were going to move out… of Forks.”

You stopped and Edward looked down at you.

“They don’t think we can hide Masen from the small town for much longer (Y/N). Carlisle thinks eventually Masey’s growing will stabilize and we need to think about what we’ll do when that happens.”

“I guess I didn’t think about that. La Push, Forks. It’s all I’ve ever known.”

“Well, we have time. I don’t know how much but we’ve got time.”

You and Edward finally made it to your destination. A meadow of small purple flowers. You sat down with him in the middle of the field. It was pleasant. Everything felt right. Edward chuckled slightly as you frowned when he pulled you to your feet and moved from holding you.

“Why’d you mo— Edward?” you barely whispered as you watched him kneel down and pull out a small velvet box.

“I admit normally in my day we got married before the baby,” Edward awkwardly chuckled. “But I guess nothing about us is conventional anyway. We’ve had lots of ups and downs but I wouldn’t change any of it… well except for when I, um, bit you. I would love to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

Edward was caught off guard when instead of answering him, you launched yourself at him instead. Both of you tumbled to the ground as you kissed him, ‘yes’ mumbling from your mouth a thousand times. You admired the ring the whole time as Edward gave you a piggy-back ride back to the house, he was holding your shoes in his hands.

“I feel like you’re more in love with the ring than me,” he chuckled.

You kissed him on the cheek. “I’m just thinking of putting it on the anklet, you know in case I need to shift.”

Your phone was ringing off the hook, it was your dad. You lazily unwrapped your arm from around Edward, who had stayed in bed with you the whole night.

“Dad, morning… you want us to come earlier?”

“Yeah, um Masen asked for you.”

You sat up straight. “Asked?”

“Yeah, Mase Mase asked for you two and is… walking.”

“We’re on our way, dad.”

(Part 24)...

#edward cullen x reader #edward cullen x black!reader #embry call x reader #embry call x black!reader #twilight fic

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assorted hackett’s quarry counselor headcanons because the brain rot is getting bad again:

one of max’s main love languages is physical affection so when he spends the night with laura, he lets her put his hair into little ponytails and poke him or whatever girlfriends do

kaitlyn never got “accepted” into the girl friend groups in elementary and middle school so jacob would go out and do things with her all the time to make up for it (going to the mall, sleepovers, karaoke)

additionally, they had matching halloween costumes for several years in a row because it was funny (and it was even funnier to see people mistake them for an actual couple)

dylan likes to bring people little trinkets like a crow. he shows up and immediately hands off coins and buttons and origami swans to whoever won’t question it too much

ryan’s favorite passive activity is rolling up in a weighted blanket, putting a pair of noise-cancelling headphones on, and just laying down for hours at a time

abigail can’t stand wearing lipstick or lipgloss for too long because it feels weird and eventually she’ll just wipe it or lick it off

that makes emma mad at first because “she’s wasting it” but then they discover lip tints together and have a girls night doing makeovers

nick loves painting his nails but sort of like abigail, he picks it off because he doesn’t like the feeling so he ends up trapped in a cycle of painting them and then having to redo them the next day

because of that, abigail likes to practice painting designs on his nails over and over and it’s a really nice bonding experience

#maybe if i have enough energy . i could draw one of these #if not at least i have some ideas for if i commission somebody #the quarry #hackett’s quarry #abigail blyg #jacob custos #kaitlyn ka #nick furcillo #emma mountebank #dylan lenivy #ryan ezrahler

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Why Are You Wearing My Sweater (Because It Smells Like You) - Bella x Jacob - Prompt Response

A/N: A little something I wrote in response to a prompt from @sydnee-kom-spacekru fluff prompt list #33. Set somewhere in Eclipse.

“Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”

A huge thank you to my beta Em! You rock, girl!

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Jake jumped out of the shower and hurried to dress himself. Bella would be arriving at the beach in ten minutes, and it would take him five to make it there and welcome her.

He knew that she was nervous, that she wasn’t one for social gatherings, but this was the only time he could hope to have with her. The bloodsucker that dominated her time and space ensured that any moments Jake could have with Bella had to either be chaperoned by himself or others, and all because of the kiss that...went horribly wrong.

Jake winced at the memory, but the wince was mitigated by the warmth that suffused his chest at the thought of Bella’s soft lips against his. He wished he could have a do-over of that moment, that he hadn’t let his fear get the better of him. To top it all off, Bella regretted the kiss just as much as he did... And then she had broken her hand against his face.

Jake almost wished that he wasn’t so sturdy, that he could have absorbed the full brunt of the blow instead of her frail fingers. The memory of hearing her bones crack with his acute hearing, and then the wail of pain erupting from the mouth he’d been yearning to kiss for months -- both noises made him feel queasy.

He pushed the thought out of his brain, shaking his head to clear it so he could continue getting ready. He was determined to be on his best behavior, to show the girl he loved that she had a choice, any other choice than that . An image of Bella with red eyes and pale marble skin haunted his dreams as well as his waking moments, and Jake sighed heavily. “Stop. Get it together, Jake.”

No, tonight he was determined to do better, to be comfortable with her and show her how easy it was just to be Jake and Bells once more. He had made a rookie mistake that was tinged with sadness and regret as Embry had pointed out during Jake’s incessant replays of the kiss. Now, all he could do was be what she needed, while also hoping beyond hope to change her mind. Tonight was for them, even if they were surrounded by his pack members as per the leech’s request, otherwise Bella wouldn’t have been allowed to see her best friend. He swallowed the bile collecting at the back of his throat and forced back the building fury at the memory of the leech’s words, relayed to him by Sam who had spoken with the doc. Jake had been furious at first, with both the leech and Bella for readily giving her beloved tick full permission to control her life, but eventually, he agreed to play nice. For her sake, if for nothing else. He would do anything to see her, spend time with her, to keep her alive…

Jake shook his head again and opened a drawer, searching for the last item he needed for tonight’s bonfire. When the article of clothing he sought wasn’t there, his brows furrowed in confusion. He opened other drawers, looked through his closet, tore through his laundry hamper, searched high and low, but failed to find it. The sound of a horrifically loud truck engine roared down the road and one glance at the clock prompted him to give up his quest, shrug his shoulders, and head out the door. It wasn’t like the cold would affect him anyway; he was only trying to keep any passersby from asking one too many questions, but he was good at thinking on the fly. If anyone asked, he’d come up with something, no big deal.

Jake jogged towards the beach, making it there with just a minute to spare. Sure enough, Bella’s monster of a truck pulled into the parking lot and quickly came to a smooth stop. When the engine cut off, Jake felt sympathy towards his pack, sure that they were relieved at the resounding silence. Jake would never tell Bella just how much The Beast, as she affectionately called it, bothered their sensitive ears.

When Bella gave him a shy wave from the cab, he beamed and loped over to open the door for her. Before she had a moment to think, Jake had her up in his arms and buried his nose into her hair, breathing deeply. He relaxed when he only detected the vanilla shampoo she used, something that smelled strangely like a new book, and…was that lasagna? He would never admit it to anyone but her clean human scent was his favorite scent in the world. It was all her. “Hey, Bells.”

“Jake,” she murmured and lifted a timid hand to the back of his head for a moment before letting go. “Can’t...breathe.”

He immediately released her and dropped back a step, clasping her elbow gently to help steady her. “Right, sorry,” he whispered sheepishly. Bella’s pink lips elevated slowly into a small genuine smile as her brown eyes stared into his. His breath caught in his throat and he was unable to look away. He loved this girl, he loved her very being... So why couldn’t he just imprint on her already?

“Hey,” she whispered back, her quiet tone coated in sincere pleasure at seeing him.

Jake’s heart felt as if it would beat out of his chest. How could one word, one smile bring him to his knees like this? How the hell could she not be his imprint when she was his entire world and he would do anything for her? And how could she not know for herself that she loved him when he could see it clear as day upon her beautiful face when she looked at him like this?

A rousing cry of “Oh, vampire girl’s here! Bring her over here, Jake! I’ve got the tick spray!” from Quil broke the moment they had been in, making them both glance over to see Jake’s best former friend grinning wide with a clear spray bottle in hand along with everyone else watching, that idiot Paul heartily laughing. Jake shot Ateara a glare, sending him a silent promise that the chocolate-colored wolf would pay for his interruption later, before swinging his eyes back to Bella. She rolled her eyes but a good-natured smile settled onto her heart-shaped face. It made Jake smile in turn, his annoyance forgotten. “Ready to mingle with idiots?”

Bella snorted and shut her door. “Oh yeah, I’m used to it by now.” She then let out a quiet laugh at the loud, playfully indignant “Hey’s!” coming from Embry and Seth in unison.

Jake reached out a hand and Bella took it without question, making Jake’s smile bigger, and that was when he noticed it. He froze, taking in the dark blue hoodie that covered the top half of the girl whose hand was in his, looking four sizes too big for her. The very hoodie that he had been trying to locate just a few minutes earlier but failed to find. She noticed his intense scrutiny and nervously bit her lip. “What?”

Trying his best to recover from the shock, Jake lifted their joined hands and pointed at the shirt. “Is that… Is that my hoodie?”

Bella glanced down quickly, her cheeks starting to tinge a slight pink, the sight making Jake’s heart beat just that much faster. Her teeth dug further into her bottom lip. “Um...yeah…?”

Jake gave an imperceptible nod and started moving them towards the bonfire. Bella seemed to relax slightly as she intertwined their fingers. He felt as if he was about to jump out of his skin, and not in the I’m-going-to-explode-into-a-werewolf type of way; lately, she had been doing that more and more, and he could swear she wasn’t even aware of the action. She seemed to subconsciously lean towards him as they entered the path that would bring them down to the pack.

His thoughts raced but he did his best to keep up a casual front, to act as if this was nothing more than just an easygoing stroll between best friends. “So...why are you wearing my hoodie, Bells?”

He expected her to give him a defensive response, to freeze and keep her eyes down, to offer to give it back to him. Instead, she did the last thing he ever expected. Bella gave a half-shrug, her eyes on the beach in front of them, and admitted, “Because it smells like you.”

Jake smothered a smile, refusing to allow his surprise to be made known, because if Bella happened to see the effect her words had on him, she’d most likely attempt to backtrack what she had spoken with shocking honesty. The last thing Jake wanted was for her to feel as if she couldn’t be honest with him, and so he was going to purposely ignore the large elephant on the trodden path before them in the hopes that she wouldn’t rethink her candid words. He focused instead on giving her fingers a gentle squeeze. “I’m glad you’re wearing it. It’s going to be a cold one tonight.”

Her gaze stared off into space and she let out a sad murmur of, “Yeah.” Jake’s eyes focused on her profile, his brows scrunching up in concern. Before he could ask her what was wrong, she seemed to snap out of it and leaned in closer, gripping the tail of his T-shirt with her free hand to bury her fingers in. “So, I’ve decided that I’m older than you and I definitely win.”

Jake followed her lead and filed away his worries for a later conversation he would try to have with her before she left him again... Back to the leeches she called a family, back to what was essentially frozen death in his eyes. He couldn’t help but chuckle at her beaming smile and pulled her in closer, giving her shoulder a squeeze. “And how’s that?”

A wicked gleam settled into the eyes that he so often got lost in. “I’m mingling with idiots, that definitely gives me more points.”

More “hey!”s sounded from around the fire.

He let out a laugh. “I don’t think so. You said you were used to it up there, which means it’s already part of your skillset and you don’t get any extra points. I’m still older. Better luck next time, Swan.”

Bella also laughed at the guys’ reactions and shook her head. “I’m going to surpass you one of these days, Black. You just wait. One day, I will be older than you. I’ll be in my 40’s,” she promised smugly.

Jake’s smile lost some of its wattage when she turned to address Quil’s loud greeting ahead of them. He released her hand and pulled her against his side, unable to keep any more distance between them in that moment. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and rubbed her arm as they continued their trek.

He only let her go when they reached the rest of the pack. He gave her a warm smile as Emily pulled her into a hug before Quil could grab her. He watched as she spoke with his brothers, laughing at Embry’s roasting remarks of Paul who promptly replied with a one finger salute. He remembered her words, a sad tendril weeding itself throughout his brain, as he took in her wide grin and the comfort and happiness emanating from her as she teased Seth right along with the guys about a recently formed crush on a girl in his class. With an aching despair, Jake realized just how deeply her casual words clung to his very insides. “One day, I will be older than you. I’ll be in my forties.” As he watched her giggle at Quil running away with the spray bottle and Paul gaining on him with a wet and thunderous glare, the rapidly forming lump in his throat took hold. God, Bells, I really hope you will be.

#bella x jacob #jacob x bella #jacob x bella fanfiction #bella x jacob fanfiction #twilight fanfiction #prompt response #jacob black #bella swan #jacob black x bella swan #bella swan x jacob black #team jacob #twilight #twilight fandom

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Church Encounters Chapter 8 Part 2

Hey guys! Thanks to everyone for your continued support of this fic, @barbiewritesstuff and I are having a great time writing it. She is posting this on her tumblr as well so jump over and give her a like or a comment. You can find the previous chapters on my Masterlist, and you can read the whole series so far on my Ao3! I made the moodboard, I hope you enjoy it! :D

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“I’ll be a minute” Jake announced to the family, ten minutes before they had to leave for church.

His eyes were glued to you though, your curvy figure shown off by the wrap sweater dress that you had packed to wear to mass. You paired the tan dress with pantyhose and a cute pair of boots that you had been meaning to wear. However, if you had realised the effect your dress would have on Jake, you would have worn something else.

“Jacob Thomas Seresin, this is the first Christmas mass we have been to in three years where we have not been late,” Isabella said exasperated.

A blush covered Jake’s face, “I know, I just -- there’s something I need to do…”

“And what, pray tell, could that possibly be?” John asked.

“I have to shower quick,” Jake said, hoping that his family wouldn’t notice his put together look.

John looked at him and his perfectly ironed shirt, clean-shaven face and his hair, still damp from the shower he had just walked out of. Jake watched his brother piece it all together but Alessandra was faster than her husband. She stifled a laugh. John’s penny fell eventually and he looked at him with wide eyes. Much to his horror, the knowing look seemed to be contagious as Jake saw it travel from John to Tony, then to Sofia, to Isabella and finally, his father.

“Sei…” His mother started, “Disgustoso ragazzo, hai dieci minuti, non di più.”

“È naturale,” John tried to calm her down, but it only stoked the fire of fury raging inside his mother.

“Non puoi incolpare il povero ragazzo per averne uno,” Giovanni tried to argue.

“A chi suggerisci di incolpare?” Isabella snapped at him, she grabbed your hand and gently led you outside.

Languages had always been easy for you to pick up. Much easier, in fact, than the maths and physics you had had to study to work as a WSO. It was often useful, today, though, you were really wishing you hadn’t been learning Italian. With each angry step Isabella was taking, it was getting harder for you to keep your laughter in.

“Ragazzino disgustoso,” Isabella mumbled by your side, “You have a lovely dress, Y/n,” she added, as though that hadn’t been the source of the problem.

“Thank you,” you replied quietly. You made your way to Jake’s truck, waiting for him to reappear from the house. You checked and triple checked that you had your chapel veil, it was the one that Nonna had given to you, and while you thought it was beautiful, it wasn’t the same as your grandmothers and you were still getting used to it.

Your thoughts wandered to how your sisters would react at hearing that the veil was ruined. It had been a month but you still hadn’t told them, not sure that you could bear to hear the harsh words they were sure to have for you.

You were interrupted by Jake opening the driver’s door, as he climbed into the truck, his shirt and slacks still looking impeccable, he gave you a brilliant smile.

“You’re trouble,” he said as he turned the key and put it in gear, guiding the truck down the long driveway.

“What do you mean I’m trouble?” you asked him sassily, adding quietly, “You are the one who is trouble.”

“Mom made me put a whole twenty dollars in the jar for that,” he said, giving you a look that you couldn’t quite define.

“Well that’s your own fault, you should have snuck off to take your cold shower instead of announcing it to the whole room,” you said to him, a mischievous look on your face.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jake said, waving a hand through the air like he was brushing off your teasing, “You better buy me something while you are out with her,” he said.

“What do you mean?” you asked him innocently.

Jake rolled his eyes before looking over at you, “We all know that you have been stirring the pot and not getting caught. Everyone is impressed, if not a bit scared of your ability to play the innocent party, but don’t think we will take it easy on you next year,” he said in a playfully stern voice, pointing a finger at you.

Letting out a laugh, you watched as he brought his hand back to the steering wheel, “You’re all just upset that I know how to play the game.”

Jake just hummed, taking your left hand in his right one, and guiding the truck to church.

This time, you sat at the front of the church with Jake’s family, all of them shooting Jake dirty looks as the two of you sat down. Luca moved to sit between the two of you, resting his head against Jake’s arm. The little boy had not slept much the night before due to the excitement of Santa’s imminent arrival and it was taking a toll on him.

As mass went on, you smiled while saying the Our Father, Luca’s little hands held in your and Jake’s. When it was time to share peace, Jake still pressed a kiss to your cheek, Luca letting out a little giggle as he was squished between the two of you for a moment. Jake had picked him up for a hug and the little boy placed his head on Jake's shoulder, his eyes fluttering closed as mass went on.

When you all got up to receive communion, Jake waited for you to go in front of him, like he always did, before carrying Luca up to the front, ensuring the sleeping boy was blessed before bowing and taking the host.

The end of mass found you all heading back to the ranch, Luca now tucked into the back seat of Jake’s truck, his parents unwilling to risk waking the boy up. When you got back to the house, everyone changed from their church clothes into their Christmas sweaters and jeans or leggings. When Jake saw you standing in the doorway of his room, a present held in your hand, he smiled at you.

“Don’t you look cute,” he said, standing up to his full height, abandoning the search for whatever was in his duffle bag.

You let out a laugh, “I think we both look cute,” you said, stepping to pull him into a hug. Jake’s sweater was a Navy blue, with a snowflake pattern across his shoulders, your’s was the same design but in red.

You presented him with the box containing his present, “This is for you,” you said quietly.

He smiled, taking the package, “I have something for you too,” he said, walking towards the closet and getting out a box of his own.

You took the box from him, a smile on your face, “I wonder what it is?”

Jake laughed, “Why don’t you open it and find out?”

Tearing into the paper, you pulled the lid off of the box, inside were a few different things. The first that you pulled out was a clumsily embroidered labed for your Stetson hat that he had bought you, looking suspiciously like Jake’s label. You laughed at the name he had embroidered though, Y/N Seresin embossed the label, looking up at Jake questioningly you said, “I don’t see a ring.”

He laughed, “I didn’t want to struggle through making you two, sad looking labels,” Jake said, brushing a hand through his hair nervously, “There will be a ring, one day,” he added.

“I um, honestly, since the day I saw you in that church, I thought that you were the one. You are everything I have prayed for and I think that God sent you to be in my life,” he said quietly, “I am going to marry you one day, so why pretend that there is any other option?”

You gave him a brilliant smile, “I am looking forward to it,” you said, “You answered my prayers too.”

Jake blushed, “I don’t know about that, I feel like I just make problems for you,” he said quietly.

“You have some faults, but I love you because of them,” you reassured him. He pressed a kiss to your lips lightly.

When he let you go, you turned your attention back to the other contents of the box. Inside was a velvet jewellery box, opening it up, you found a gold bracelet, on it charms of a few saints. Placing the box on Jake’s bed, you held the charms up to your face. The gold charm was of Mary, your confirmation saint. Removing it from the box carefully, you held it out to Jake, watching as his large hands clumsily messed with the small bracelet until he got it clasped around your wrist. You admired the bracelet against your skin, a quiet, “Thank you,” escaping your lips.

Jake’s arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him. He placed a kiss on your head, “You’re welcome. There’s still one more in there,” he said.

PIcking the last box out of the larger one, you opened the top. Laying inside was a beautiful veil. The edges were trimmed with a fairly thick lace and there were delicate flowers embroidered on the fabric.

“I know that you miss your great-grandmother’s veil, and you have taken care of Nonna’s,” Jake started, “But I thought it would be good that you have one that’s just yours.”

You crushed him in a tight hug, “I love it. It's beautiful,” you said, the delicate veil held carefully in one hand.

Jake hugged you back even tighter, “Of course, anything for you.”

You folded the veil up, putting the label for your hat in the box with it so that it wouldn’t get lost. Turning to Jake, you motioned for him to open his gifts now.

He pulled the paper off of the box, looking at you excitedly before removing the lid. The first thing he picked out was a small brown box, inside finding an embroidered handkerchief. He looked at it, the smile fading from his face. You had embroidered the handkerchief with his name, below it was a design of an F18 that you had drawn on before embroidering it carefully with the just right colours. Underneath the plane was a bible verse, Ephesians 6:11-12.

Worrying that he was disappointed, you rushed to explain, “So I embroider things sometimes to pass time while I watch TV, you know, and I just thought that maybe you’d like something to carry with you while you’re in your plane, to keep as a reminder that I’m waiting here for you. If you don’t like it that’s okay, you don’t have to use–”

Before you could finish, Jake was pressing a delicate kiss to your lips, “I love it baby,” he said when he pulled away, “I don’t know Ephesians too well,” he said, looking it over some more, “What verse is this?”

“Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places,” you said quietly.

“I love it,” he said again, tucking it into the pocket of his jeans carefully. He looked in the box again, this time pulling out the book that you had gotten him. It was a journal, the cover a deep brown leather.

“I noticed that you always write in your bible in pencil and I thought that you’d like a place to keep your notes where you don’t have to worry about ruining the pages,” you explained, looking up at him.

He opened the journal, flipping through the heavyweight pages, “Thank you,” he said quietly, “I will put it to good use. My bible was my grandfather’s and I don’t want to bleed pen through the pages or anything.”

You gave him a warm smile, watching as he opened his last gift. It was a watch, not just any watch but a Citizen Avion watch, you had splurged and got him the one with a metal band instead of the leather. As soon as he opened it, you knew that he loved it.

“Y/N, I don’t know if I can take this. This…it must have been expensive,” he said, still looking at the watch in awe.

“I want you to have it,” you reassured him quietly, “You can use it to calculate your fuel level or your airspeed, just in case something happens to a gauge and you can’t read it,” you said quietly, a little worry coming over your face. You knew that Jake was a capable pilot but it didn’t mean that you worried about him any less, just like he worried over you.

“This is amazing,” he said, “I’ve always wanted one of these, I just could never bring myself to buy one.”

He took the watch out of the box, turning it over in his hands before moving to put it on. He clicked it into place on his wrist, it fit perfectly, you had borrowed one of his other watches so that the jeweller would insert the right number of metal expansion pieces.

He pressed another kiss to your lips before the two of you went downstairs to join the others. The kids ripped open their presents and the adults did the same. You were happily surprised to find a few presents for you mixed into Jake’s stack. Once that was done, the cooking started. You helped again with pies, while the other ladies helped to prepare a traditional dinner.

About an hour before dinner was to be done, more people started showing up. Soon the house was full, well, fuller than you had ever seen it. You were introduced to aunts and uncles, cousins and friends, all kinds of people who the Seresin family knew and loved.

You sat next to Jake at dinner, where he once again refused to eat the peas that someone had brought. This time the two of you had switched plates before anyone could notice though, and you ate them without complaint.

Once dinner was done, you helped with the dishes, sending Alessa to go sit down in the living room with the rest of the guests.

----

Cyclone’s phone had been buzzing for the past five minutes. It was nowhere to be seen, not underneath the sofa pillows, or the blankets, not in the kitchen, or on the dining room table, the bookshelf or even underneath one of his sleeping daughters. How did he manage to lose a ringing phone?

“Dad, have you checked your pockets?” Peter asked

Beau rolled his eyes,“Of course I have checked my--” he started, feeling around his trousers until a hand fished something out of his back pocket, and his wife handed him the device.

He unlocked it and accepted the call, setting the phone down sideways onto the table, leaning against the salt shaker. Y/n bumped into focus.

Cyclone spoke first, “Hey kiddo, how’s Texas?”

He watched your face fall a little before you answered, “Not the same as Indiana, I miss the snow this year. How is California?”

“Same as always,” he replied, shaking his head a little, “The kids were rowdy at mass, they couldn’t wait to get home and open their presents.”

“Did the girls like the gift I got them?” you asked excitedly.

Cyclone tried to shoot you his most menacing glare, “Really, Y/N? You had to get them a music set?”

“What? I’m sure they are going to be big stars,” you said back laughing.

“I’m not sure if you can babysit anymore after this, Elizabeth and I are already going crazy and it's only been a few hours,” at that moment, the girls ran through the kitchen, once shaking a tambourine, one rattling maracas, and the third with a small triangle.

He watched as you tried to stifle a snicker, “Come on, I bet they are so cute!”

“Cute is one word for it,” he mumbled, looking tired.

“Allright, next year I will be sure to tone down the gifts,” you said, feeling only a little bad about the ruckus that the girls were causing.

“We have something for you, maybe once you are home you can come by for brunch?” he asked. Elizabeth had picked out the perfect gift this year, and Beau was excited to see the look on your face when you opened it.

You smiled at him from the phone screen, “That sounds great, dad.”

A grin broke over his face, “You make me feel old, kid.”

Just then a crash sounded from your side of the call, your head poking out of the frame for a moment before you came back, “One of Jake’s nephews dropped an ornament from the tree, I better help clean it up,” you explained.

“Allright Dove. Merry Christmas. Tell Jake I said the same?” he asked, sad that the call had been cut a bit short.

“I will,” your smiling face replied, “Bye dad, love you.”

Before he could respond, the screen faded back to his contacts. A goofy smile was plastered to his face, there was nothing like hearing your kids say they love you, even if they weren’t your blood.

Moving to get up, he noticed that he received a message, “Can I call?”. Cyclone answered yes without hesitation, thinking it might be for an emergency. When Bob Floyd’s call came through, however, he found the Lieutenant in surprisingly good spirits.

“How did Christmas go?” he asked hesitantly.

“Worst one yet!” Bob replied, his voice hiding a hint of cheerfulness. Cyclone heard him hesitate, then, as though he couldn’t hold it any longer, the man spilt the beans, “Mom served him with divorce papers.”

Cyclone whistled, “Ballsy move… Are you both okay?”

“Oh, no. Mom is fine but he threw me through a window,” Bob said, his voice neutral. Beau flinched, he remembered using that tone. The tone of a man too used to that kind of treatment to find it anything other than normal, “But it’s all good. Nothing too bad. A few stitches and some antibiotic cream, doctor says I should be good as gold in, like, a week.”

“Do you need me to drive down and get you?” Beau asked, his chest tightening a little at Bob’s description of his injuries.

“Nah, I’m spending the day in Texas with Jake and Dove and then I’ll drive up with them. Should be fun, I think we’re going riding, but I know Jake’s dad bought some new dirt bikes and I think he’ll let me try one,” Bob said, his voice sounding more cheerful than before.

“Sounds fun…” Cyclone said, “Did you get your Christmas present?”

Admiral Simpson had taken care to ship the present a week ahead, so that Bob would get it a bit before Christmas, but not so early that his father might go through the package.

“Yes! The new Bible is beautiful, thank you. And thank you to the girls for the drawings, they were really sweet,” Bob replied.

Everyone had pitched in on the present. Peter had picked the Bible, Matthew had wrapped it all and the girls had each made a drawing, they had even been allowed to use crayons for the first time since ‘The Incident’.

‘The Incident’ had happened a month earlier and Cyclone could still feel the shockwave. He’d never seen Elisabeth so angry. Or rather, the last time he had seen her so furious was when the midwife told her there had been a mistake, they weren’t having twins, they were having triplets. This time though, the fury hadn’t been directed at a paid professional but at her daughters, who, in their infinite three-year-old wisdom, had decided to colour the beautiful cream sofa cushions black.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Bob said, “Say hello to everyone, yeah?” he asked before hanging up the call with one final click.

Life, Cyclone thought, could be ever so strange. So symmetrical.

He’d met Bob on the anniversary of his father’s departure. He’d been feeling strange, like he always did that day, a mix of happy and sad. It had been a family day. He’d walked through the corridors of dorm block 6 where they housed the new Top Gun recruits, it was quiet, most of the officers were in town with families, or showing them around base, this made hearing the commotion in room 208 so much easier.

He should have acted then, he knew, stop the poor lad from getting beaten to within an inch of his life, but Beau had been unable to move his feet. Bob’s father was an acquaintance, a fellow military man he’d met a few years ago at an out-of-state meeting of some sort. He remembered thinking the man was strange, but harmless. First impressions could be so deceiving.

He found the boy sitting in one of the open hangars later, staring up at the stars. Beau had sat beside him for a while, unable to think of the words to say, because all he could think of was that the bruises on the lad’s face looked so similar to the ones he had once sported.

“Floyd, right?” was all he had thought to ask, when the kid looked back down and noticed him sitting there.

“Yessir,” he replied quietly.

“You’re going to need some ice on that,” he said, Floyd hummed in agreement. Beau had stood up and offered the boy a hand. He dragged him up and to his office, where he made them coffee. They’d spoken til dawn, the conversation only ending when Cyclone had given the lad his number, and made him promise to call. Bob had called weekly since, sometimes more and always on major holidays.

Sometimes, Cyclone thought back to Craig, wondering if he’d be proud.

----

The day had been hectic between Mass in the morning and the early dinner that was served. However, everyone was rushing around the house when the time came for Luca’s Christmas play. The church’s Sunday school had all of the kids practice a nativity play which was to be presented on Christmas night. Luca was to play one of the three wise men.

He was running around in a robe, with a false beard strapped to his face. Jake thought it was hilarious and made him stand still long enough to snap a photo. When it was determined that everyone was ready, the cars were loaded and you all drove to the church for the second time that day.

You and Jake got seats close to the front of the auditorium with the rest of the family, making sure to save a seat for John, who was tasked with dropping Luca off in the gym. As the lights dimmed and the play began, Jake took your hand in his, rubbing the back of it for a moment before placing a soft kiss to it. You smiled, watching as Luca made his grand appearance and delivered his line to the audience.

When the play was over, he met the family in the auditorium, John picked him up and announced to the group, “It's a good thing someone in this family has some wisdom.”

Everyone laughed at his bad joke before Jake chimed in, “Someone has to or else we would all end up injured or in jail I have no doubt.”

The boys continued on rowdily until Isabella hushed them, trying to move the family back to the cars they had driven there. Glancing down at your watch, you realised that it was getting late. You helped to nudge everyone along, and once you made it out to the truck, Jake helped you climb in before pulling himself up into the driver’s seat.

The ride home was relatively quiet, the only sounds in the car were of Jake humming along to the Christmas station that he left playing from the day before. You turned in your seat to look at him, taking his hand in your own.

“I love you,” you said quietly.

“I love you too,” he said, giving you his brilliant smile.

“Do you think you can make some time for me before bed?” you asked him.

He gave you a somewhat heated look, “I always have time for you, baby.”

“Good,” you said quietly, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand as he pulled into the ranch’s driveway.

----

As all the kids settled down in the room they shared when they stayed with Isabella and Giovanni, the rest of the family gathered in the room as well. Alessa and John each sitting on Luca and Agostino’s beds, Sofia had Catalina wrapped up in her arms, Tony sitting beside them. Jake sat in the rocking chair in the corner, a picture book in his hands. The rest of you were crowded by the door, watching and listening as he told the story of Jesus’ birth.

Jake's voice filled the room as he began reading the story. You felt a little bad that it was in English this year, but you were grateful to understand everything he was saying.

“In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria. And everyone went to their own town to register.”

He paused for a moment, turning the page on the picture book before continuing.

“So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.”

Turning another page he continued reading, his voice soft and steady.

“And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, ‘Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.’”

“Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,

‘Glory to God in the highest heaven,

and on earth peace to those on whom his favour rests.’

When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, ‘Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.’”

Turning to the last page in the small book, he finished the story quietly, the only child still awake was Luca.

“So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told to them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.”

Jake closed the book, getting up from the chair he had been sitting in. Everyone left the room quietly, not wanting to wake the kids that were asleep. Most people moved back downstairs to the living room, not quite ready to go to bed, and wanting to set out the presents for the kids in the morning.

You and Jake slipped off to his room for a few moments alone, being sure to leave the door open, well most of the way open.

“What’s up baby?” he asked, running his hands up and down your arms gently.

You gave a gentle shake of your head before answering, “Nothing, I just wanted to do this,” you finished before leaning up and capturing him in a kiss.

One of Jake’s large hands wrapped around your waist while the other threaded itself through your hair, keeping your mouth pressed against his. Pulling you closer to him, he sat down on the edge of the bed, keeping you from having to strain on your tip-toes.

You carded your hands through his hair, running them down his neck and under the collar of his sweater to feel his strong shoulders. When you drug your nails softly across the top of his back he let out a quiet moan into your mouth, pulling you even closer to him than you had been before.

The hand that Jake had on your waist travelled lower to the hem of your sweater, his fingers brushing over the skin that was slightly exposed from your previous stretching. They burned across your tummy, just above the waistband of your jeans.

Just as he pressed his whole hand to your side, the warmth from him working its way through your skin and into your bones, there was a knock on the door.

You pulled your lips away from Jake’s and set your head down on his shoulder, trying to make it look like the two of you might have just been enjoying a hug.

Maria’s voice called across the room softly, “Conosci le regole, non portare nessuna delle tue cattive abitudini in questa casa Jacob.”

Jake sighed before replying, “Niente cattive abitudini qui, Maria, siamo una buona coppia cattolica.”

As you heard Maria walk away, the door to Jake’s room now fully open, you looked up at him. His hand was still pressed to your side, and your hands hadn’t left his shoulders. Pressing one more deep kiss to his lips, you pulled yourself out of his embrace, “See you downstairs?” you asked.

“Be down in a little bit,” Jake said, giving you a sheepish smile.

You winked at him before leaving his room, hearing his bed squeak as he flopped down on it. After changing into the Christmas pyjamas that Isabella had gifted everyone, you joined them all around the TV for an adult Christmas movie. National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation was a hit, but unfortunately it was not appropriate for the kids.

The later that the night got, the more people slowly headed to bed. You fell asleep sometime between Clark’s monologue and the police arriving. You were somewhat aware of the room around you when the movie ended, feeling Jake’s strong arms wrap around you as he picked you up bridal style, your head resting on his shoulder. The last thing you remembered before falling asleep was him tucking you under the covers of your bed and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

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