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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ chaebol!jungkook (4) ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ *nsfw*
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monday
jungkook comes home around lunch time. no words can describe how happy he is to see you half asleep on his couch with bam curled up with you. it's weird. his heart has never matched the pace of his dick before.
he wakes you up by joining you. as he lays his body on top of yours, you wrap your arms around him. he snuggles in closer, leaving kisses on your neck. "what'd you tell your husband?" he murmurs. you sigh as you play with his hair. "told him i went to visit my cousin, jiun."
he nods along, "that makes sense. didn't she just give birth like three months ago? three months is a good time to visit a new born." you're shocked by his memory. "how'd you remember—"
jungkook laughs hearty as he sits up and pulls you with him. "you wouldn't let me cum in you for like two weeks then. got all paranoid about having my baby or some shit."
you shrug. "having your baby wouldn't be so bad."
jungkook's eyes dim. "if you didn't have a husband, right?"
tiptoeing, you plant a kiss on his lips. "aren't you my husband?"
that night, jungkook fucks you like you're the only thing that matters to him. he missed you so much that he had no time to buy condoms. his heart goes on overdrive when you tell him it's okay. you say, "you can fuck me raw. i wanna know how you feel... give this to me, okay? give me all of you."
so he does. in so many ways, he gives you himself.
tuesday
the morning starts off with sex.
the coffee you brewed for the two of you goes cold as it sits on the nightstand, untouched. tangled in his bedsheets, you can't help but giggle at every gentle touch he places on you. it's different. sex with him has never felt like this before. it feels like lightning.
jungkook shoves his cock inside you for the nth time, causing you to squeal. as he towers over you, you moan at the sight of his chain dangling. you feel every inch of his cock pump inside of you, each stroke hitting your g-spot. it's so insane. like, you've never liked sex so much before this. before him.
in the back of your mind, you wonder if you can ever let this go. could you ever forget about this? how tuesday morning sex feels like with the man that you're practically forbidden to be with?
it doesn't matter.
right now, it's him. he's the only thing you see and feel... and he feels like a dream.
as the day goes on, jungkook does a lot of sweet things you never expected him to do. he helped dress you. he started you a bath. he made you lunch. he asked you a lot of questions about your family, ultimately trying to get to know you more. at one point, he looks at you a little too fondly.
"what's with the look?" you ask, hiding your face with your hands.
jungkook moves them, bringing them to his lips. kissing your hands, he looks at you with the sweetest eyes. "you're... evergreen. you know that? you blow my mind. that's all."
you cover up the fact that your heart melted by smirking and taking his hands back. "yeah, yeah... you know what else i can blow?"
wednesday
jungkook can't say he hates this.
you tied him up and spent the past hour edging the shit out of him. between you two, your sweat and pre-cum could fill buckets. he loves the way you're out of breath. he loves the way you're gliding your pussy against his dick, struggling not to cum.
"j-just put it in, wifey." you feel shivers go down your back as he calls you that. "fuck me like you love me."
you freeze.
"like i what?"
jungkook hisses. "s-shut up."
you shake your head. "no. say it again."
jungkook struggles with the rope. "untie me."
"no. say what you said again."
"why don't i show you instead?"
that's all it takes. you untie him and he fucks you like he loves you. as you cum and feel him throbbing inside of you, you want to say it. you want to make a confession. instead, you mumble his name in between kisses and hope he simply knows.
thursday
jungkook spends most of his day at work. he textes you a million times, acting all clingy. you text him back with the same energy and enjoy your day with bam. you clean his penthouse a little and start on dinner.
you make his favourite.
when he comes home, his fatigue posture goes away the instant you greet him at the door. "jungkook?" you peer out of the corner, bam following you.
"hey," he smiles, collapsing into your embrace. "d-did you cook? it smells like—"
"yeah," you flush. "i did. i also made seaweed soup."
"it's not my birthday," he laughs, taking his shoes off. he holds you by the waist, guiding you to the kitchen. over the stove, he watches as you lift the lids off the dishes.
"i saw your calendar when i was tidying your study. your birthday was a few months ago but the date was empty? you didn't celebrate with anyone, did you?"
jungkook blinks at you.
"so i made you seaweed soup. at the very least, we can celebrate together. i hope that's okay—"
jungkook kisses you.
then, he fucks you against the kitchen counter. against his kitchen island, he has you bending over. at one point, you jump on him, legs wrapped around like it belongs there. he brings you to his couch, and lifts your legs. jungkook eats you out for a good hour. he plays with your pussy, switching from fucking you to fingering you until your squirt. when you do, you stain the cashmere throw blankets he has on his couch. it's okay. he'd display them if he could.
jungkook has your legs in the air for so long, they hurt so bad. to soothe them, he runs you both a bath. sitting in his bathtub together, you two giggle uncontrollably over the bubbles and bath salts. you two are so close. so intimate.
he kisses your shoulders. he kisses behind your ear. he kisses every part of you that he can.
by the time you two clean up, the meal you prepared is cold. as you put on your pjs, jungkook reheats the food. you join him by wrapping your arms around him, hugging his back. his heart is filled with so much love as you two sit down and eat together. you feed him a few bites of the soup, sing him happy birthday, and cuddle him to sleep.
that night, he hates your fiancé the most.
friday
jungkook invites his friends over.
at first, you're nervous. completely confused why he would do such a thing, but when you meet them.. you get it. they're all so funny and sweet. it confuses you how jungkook has such a douchey personality when he has such amazing friends.
"i've never seen him like this," his friend jimin comments. "he explained the whole thing to us... and obviously, we've been begging him for months to give up and stop bothering you... but after meeting you; i get it. if i were him, i'd hate your husband too."
you don't know what to feel. a part of you is upset that jungkook would talk about your life with others but another part of you can't help but feel flattered.
when his friends leave, you pick a fight.
jungkook doesn't yell. he apologizes instantly and tells you that he would kill his friends if they ever outted you. you take his word for it, but still hate the feeling.
"make up sex?" he suggests.
you roll your eyes and shove his chest. "get over yourself, you big mouth, ignorant chaebol kid—"
jungkook grabs a hold of your wrists and pulls you close. he throws you over his shoulders and takes you to the bedroom where he shows you just how sorry he is.
you accept his apologies 5 orgasms later.
saturday
jungkook makes an effort to make sure you aren't seen exiting his penthouse. he hires security and makes sure your husband isn't around. for the first time ever, jungkook takes you on a date.
he brings you to an outdoor movie. it's set up on this little hill that overlooks a field of flowers. he tells you that it's his grandmother's field. that he grew up running through them with his brother and one time, he got stung by a bee. he refused to come back ever since.
"why are we here then?" you ask, feeling a little bad at the memory he has.
"they're pretty," he answers simply. "you're pretty. it made sense."
you smile at him. tilting your head, you kiss him. he chases your lips when you pull away. moving closer to him, you lean against him. he holds you as close as he can, watching the sunset and wondering if this is how it will feel like forever.
if every flower field and every sunset from here on out will remind him of you.
sunday
he was dreading for this day to come.
he hoped the world ended by now... because it will. the moment you walk out his door tonight, it will.
jungkook is an angel the entire day. you two wake up slow as the sun shines through his curtains. you two have a quickie in bed. you make brunch together. lazily cuddle on the couch and watch each other's favourite movies.
just like that; it's over.
he looks for every excuse in his head. he wonders if he should just print the divorce papers for you already—but that didn't make any sense. you weren't even married to him yet.
he still had a chance.
jungkook thinks fast. he wonders if he should do it. if he should take his grandmother's ring out from his nightstand and offer it to you. he should, shouldn't he?
then, just as he's about to excuse himself to get the ring—your fiancé calls. you pick up after the second ring.
"hey, love..." you say gently, offering jungkook a smile and excusing yourself to his study.
he curls his fists and wonders just how selfish he could be. he concludes that it doesn't matter. if he could have you—he'd give everything else up. he'd do it. he really would.
but when you come back, your warm eyes break his heart.
"what'd he say?" jungkook asks, breaking the silence.
"he asked how my trip was going. he asked when i'd be coming home... and if we could move the wedding up."
jungkook's heart breaks.
"up by how much?"
you gulp. "next month."
he has no words. all he does is nod and back away. you move forward, wrapping yourself around him.
"we have a few more hours left," you comfort him. "let's be together for a little longer.. okay?"
he looks at you, utterly conflicted.
then, you kiss him and his mind clears.
you'd win.
no matter what he says or does, you'd win. you'd win him, you'd win your fiancé. but fuck that because it doesn't matter who you choose. you'd always have jungkook.
he kisses you until you're out of breath. he fucks you in such a fulfilling way, you swear you see stars. it's so different from the other times. it's loving. it's wishful. every handful of your breast he squeezes, every lick of your pussy, and every thrust he shoves his cum in deeper inside of you—it's mesmerizing. it's unforgettable. it's everything you've ever wanted and ever thought to want.
jungkook gives you everything. every plea you whimper, every kiss, and every touch in between you two—he tries his best to remember.
jungkook fucks you like there's no tomorrow.
because there isn't one.
this was the end.
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Pleaseeee part two of media relations!!!
Maybe J*s’ texts and comments to reader get brought up and Mac and Charles get all protective (maybe time skip with a mini verstappen 👀)
- 📚 @ireadthensuetheauthors
Media Relations Part Two
Max Verstappen x Reader
Genre: angst
Summary: Max and Charles get protective when Jos goes a bit to far.
Warnings: Jos Verstappen, lestappen if you squint, rough pregnancy and birth,
Notes: Reminder that I'm not a doctor :)
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Charles had mixed feelings about the whole situation. Angry that Ferrari and Redbull screwed over his sister and friend. Happy that they don’t have to pretend to be in love anymore. Sad that she moved out of his apartment and into Max’s. Now he adds confused to his list.
The two had come over to his apartment for dinner. He wanted to show his appreciation for his sister and what she'd tried to do for him regardless of if falling through.
The female, though, had been anxiously eyeing her phone screen. It had buzzed a few times against the table, but she hadn't picked it up. It looked like she was even getting farther away from it.
When she excused herself, Charles jumped on the opportunity. "Is she okay? She's been acting a bit strangley."
Max sighs and stares at her empty place at the table. "She insists everything is fine, but you and I have known her long enough to see when something is off." Max looks at Charles, and the Monegasque can see the worry on his face. "She's been eating less and has barely touched her phone. She hasn't talked to anyone outside of me or you in a while."
"Yes, I know. My mother is getting worried about her."
Both of them had come to the conclusion that it's possible she's just going through a rough patch.
~
It's crazy how things change over the course of a year. Her and Max had been flourishing. Absolutely in love.
Max had been planning on proposing. Even going to Charles to ask his blessing.
The Dutch had yet to learn that plans change on a whim. That when he found his hopefully soon to be fiance crying on the bathroom floor of his hotel room his world would be changed again.
He sets himself down onto the floor and pulls her into him.
“I’m sorry.” She whimpers, handing Max a plastic stick. Ten of them, actually.
“You’re pregnant?”
She starts sobbing again but Max feels the opposite. He’s all smiles and warmth.
It’s not shocking she’s upset. Not to him, at least. She’s been on the receiving end of hate over the last year. Someone had leaked that they were originally doing this for a contract. Another reason Max wants to marry her. Help her insecurities about the whole thing.
“There is no reason to apologize.” He kisses her head.
“Your not mad at me? What if this is another distraction?”
“Another distraction? Where did you get that idea?”
She freezes. Her chest was barely moving. “No reason - just my brain being dumb." She starts wiping her tears away, but Max moves her hands aside and does it for her.
"Marry me?"
"What?"
“Marry me, please.” It was supposed to be romantic. He’ll make it romantic eventually. But as he stares at the smile on her face and shine in her eyes, he knew he made the right choice/
“Yes.”
~
Charles was the first to know. She’d called him much more excited then when Max had found her on the floor. She had yet to tell him about the threats she’d been receiving. He had his own things to worry about, specially with the contract leak. She didn’t want to bother him with her problems.
She’s two months in and laying on the floor in Charles apartment waiting for Max to come get her. “Charlie, what if this is a bad idea?”
Charles looks up from his phone. “What is a bad idea?”
“Max, the baby, everything I’ve ever done in my life.” She sighs.
Charles rolls his eyes at her. “You used to never ask these questions. I think there is something else going on.”
“Nothing at all.”
Charles once again want to push for answers. She got better for a while. Now she’s worse again. The truth is that mental health is not a straight road and he knows that, but he wishes for nothing more then his sister to communicate with him.
~
Four months now. She’s struggling worse then she ever has been. She loves Max with every fiber of her being. Yet she can’t bring herself to tell him the vile things Jos whispers to her when he’s not around or the texts she receives whenever he catches wind of what they do in their off time.
She’s struggling with the pregnancy in and it’s only been three months. She’s had to stay with her mother while Max is traveling. The doctor keeping a close eye on her.
She didn’t want to be a problem while he’s working. Maybe that’s the reason he’s dominating right now. She’s not there to Interfere.
She knows Max loves her. It’s what she clings to daily. The reason she pulls herself together every morning despite the fans and Jos.
It’s the thought that puts her to sleep as she curls up in bed and dreams of him.
Jos leaves with a huff when he gets no response.
Is the pain supposed to be this bad? Where’s her phone? Everything is fuzzy and if she could just find someone who could help her maybe she’d be okay.
But the exhaustion hits to soon. The floor becoming her new home.
~
Seven months. She’s going to see him race seven months pregnant. It’s the last race before summer break. She wanted to see at least one race before they go on holiday.
That’s how she got herself here. Standing in hospitality with Jos Verstappen.
She needs Max. Jos had been not so subtly telling her she shouldn’t be here. She’d turned her brain off after the first paragraph.
Her water had broken after the second.
She needs Max. Or Charles. Or literally anyone at this point.
“Are you even listening to me?!” When did he get so close? She’s three months early so the stress of the situation must have cause an early labor. It doesn’t help that she’s not listening and the feeling of liquid on her leg isn’t helping.
~
“Charles! Have you seen your sister anywhere?” Max gets the Monegasque’s attention.
Charles spins on his heels to face him. “She was in the Redbull garage last time I heard from her. Have you tried hospitality?”
“No, not yet. Might be a bit stupid for that one.” He chuckles.
“Mind if I come with? She looked pale when I left her before the race.”
“Only if you’re okay with the stares.” They both laugh and chat on the way. Since the female Leclerc has become a common factor between them, they’ve grown into quite the pair themselves.
They walk leisurely together through the paddock until Max catches sight of his father. The older male stomps in their direction.
"Tell that girl of yours to be more respectful." He shoves past Max and continues his fit straight through the lines of people.
Max rolls his eyes. His fiancé hadn't hesitated to stand up to his father in the past when it came to him. She was willing to fight anyone for people she cares about. Most likely, that's what happened.
Though there is a feeling in his gut that something else is going on. He and Charles now jog to the entrance.
Why are there so many people around?
His eyes fall to the figure on the floor, and he freezes. Clueless on what to do.
"We've called an ambulance for her." Says somone in the area. He can't tell who. Everyone's voices are swimming.
Charles' hand on his shoulder shakes him from his trance. Max's body is kneeling next to her in seconds.
Charles is calling his mother. She knows everything about her recent medical history forwards and backward.
"She's in labor, I think." Says a different female.
Labor? She's three months early. His mind is reeling, and he knows he needs to get a grip.
He looks at Charles for any sort of support, but the Monegasque is ranting in reach over the phone. Charles does catch his gaze, however, sliding to the floor on the other side of her.
It feels like an eternity until the ambulance gets there. Then Max and Charles are driving to meet her there.
Of course, it's the one week they are in a different country with no family around. He'd texted Christian, the Austrian was more than understanding. He even said he can't wait to meet the mini Verstappen.
The realization hadn't sunk in that he's going to become a father here shortly. "Charles I'm going to be a dad."
"And I'm going to be an uncle. We've known this for a while, mate." Charles is smiling, but Max can see the fear behind his eyes. Passing out is never a good sign.
~
Max is brought back to her room immediately. Charles had to wait for now until she could give permission. Apperently, she'd woken up screaming for Max.
It was too late for any kind of pain medication. The labor was induced by stress. Things didn't look like they should, and Max was panicking when they told him.
They get him sanitized so he can go in the room, and he dosen't know what to do. So he does the one thing he knows how to do and holds her hand.
"Max, it hurts so much." He can see the sweat and tears in her eyes.
It's long and tiring on her end.
But the sound of her baby's cries are all worth it.
~
Charles gets to go see them hours later when she's cleaned up. She looks exhausted when he peeks in the door. The baby lays peacefully on her chest.
Max is sitting next to her, waving him in with a massive grin.
"Charlie." She whispers. "Meet Jules." A baby boy is handed over to him and he dosen't know what to do with himself.
"How are you feeling?"
"Tired and sore. Where is maman?"
"She'll be here as soon as she can." He smooths some hair out if her face.
"Charles, can I talk to you outside for a moment?" The Monegasque nods his head and hands the tiny body back to his sister.
Him and Max step outside the door, it shutting behind them with a small click.
"They said it was a stress induced labor. She suffered immensely because of it. Both her and the baby are going to need extra care for a little bit." Max explains.
Charles can hear the waiver in his voice. "Stress from what? The race ended perfectly." Charles taps his chin. His brain trying to think back.
"Do you - do you think it could have been my dad?" Max asks. Teary-eyed and exhausted, the Dutch doesn't know what else it could be.
"You don't think?-"
~
Max creeps back out of the room a second later. His lover and son asleep on the bed.
He clutches her phone in his hand. "I don't like invading her privacy."
"She's been scared of her phone for around two years now. I think we need to look for her safety and health."
Max unlocks the phone and sees a million unread messages. The majority is from an unsaved number.
Max keels over when he reads them. It's his dad's number. He'd texted his dad when the baby was delivered. He's coming to the hospital shortly to visit.
He feels idiotic. How had he not caught this sooner?
Charles helps Max back to his feet. "My dad's been sending her threats. Convincing her not to come to races. Telling her my success is better when she's not around to distract me." Saying the words out loud makes him feel sick again.
Charles takes the phone from his hands and scrolls through the messages so he disent have too. "I don't like how he calls the baby a parasite." He scrunchs up his nose in disgust.
Charles turns off the phone and grabs Max by the shoulders. "You cannot blame yourself for this. It's your dad, and you are not him. You are gentle and kind, and you've treated my sister better than I could've asked for." Max dries his eyes and nods his head.
She and his son both need him now.
~
Everything hurts. Her body feels weak and exhausted. But her mind hasn't been this elated in months.
Jules is lying on her chest. The name was something her and Charles fought over. Having then losing their godfather made them both want it. So it was decided that whoever had a child first gets the name.
Why does everything hurt so much? Charles and Max had to run back to the track to get their stuff but promised they'd be right back. That was twenty minutes ago, meaning they'll be back shortly.
When there's a knock at the door, she's surprised. Maybe her nap was longer then she thought?
Then, a familiar unfriendly face appears inside. "You had one job."
"Please get out."
"I told you to get rid of that thing." He snarls. Her mind is reeling, and the shouting wakes the baby.
She's crying as well, and his antics are doing nothing for her pain. Her heart rate was going up. She could hear it on the monitor.
She's frozen. The pain she felt from their last encounter back in full force.
She screams this time its so bad.
Max and Charles come running in the room. She didn't know how long she'd been screaming, but it was enough that people had heard.
Charles runs back out, yelling the word security.
Max's voice is fuzzy, but he's here. Her heart calmed with his presence. The beeping noise now less intense.
There are a few nurses around. One to take the baby, which makes her panic again. Another is to get her to breathe and give her something for the pain.
"You need to leave. I know what you've been doing now." Max seethes. He doesn't raise his voice, but he doesn't need to. His tone is enough to say everything and more.
They start speaking in Dutch. She can't keep up with it. She's too busy attempting to get Jules back anyway. Jos had threatened to take the baby a few times and being sperated like this with him in the room was doing nothing for her anxiety.
Charles comes back with security, who escort him out of the building. The room goes silent as he leaves.
"I told him never to speak to us again." Max is breathing heavily, and for a moment, she thinks she misheard. "I told him what he did is unforgivable, and he is never to speak to us again."
They both cry this time. The nurses leave them, and Charles is left holding Jules until the two calm down.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't want to ruin your relationship with him." She chokes. "I didn't want to be a hindrance for you or another problem to worry about."
All the hate she's received the past few years is not something she'd ever wish on someone. She just wants to live peacefully with her family.
"You have no reason to apologize. None of that is on you. They are jealous of you, and my dad is plain evil."
Max leans his forehead against hers. "We have our own little family now. I don't care what anyone has to say, I'm going to fight for it always."
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windbreaker characters as parents ༘⋆🌷🫧💭 ⋆˙
tw ; cuteness overload, contains character x character and character x reader
pairings ; min u x mia, shelly x jay jo, dom x reader, monster x reader, vinny x reader
౨ৎ let's start from min u and mia! proud parents of a girl and boy who are three years apart. girl is the older sister and goes along with her brother super well even through his puberty. mia is a great mother and her kids never hide anything from her as they know that they can trust her. mia and her daughter have their own "girls secrets" and side jokes, while min u and his son are super annoyed by it and tried to make their own side jokes, but girls always know its context. also, their grandad and auntie yuna spoil them so much!!! and also min u father are so proud of his son and he really likes mia. all in all 10/10 highly recommended to be born in this family.
౨ৎ shelly and jay. here things are more complicated because shelly parents insisted on them move in the UK during her pregnancy, but they decided to stay in Korea simply because shelly likes weather more and feel more comfortable there. life blessed them with a boy - a copy of his father. but he is a mummy's boy and he gets along with shelly more, even their son's first word was "mama!" when he happily squished shelly’s cheek with his small hands. with time, he builds more interests with jay’s hobbies, so till he hit his puberty he was such a sweet child. but when he turned 14? monster that going through "nobody understands me" era. sometimes jay wonders maybe he need to send his son to his mother so she will teach him some discipline, but then jay remembers that he doesn't want to give his child such trauma. by the way jay family calmed down the moment jay was accepted on the really well paid job and even his mother was proud that her son has international family. all in all 7/10 bc both jay and shelly parents would have a beef over who is better grandparents.
౨ৎ so i can imagine that dom would accept his father's business even tho he didn't insist. so you two were gifted with three daughters each with year apart. dom honestly wished his first would be a boy so he can grow up and protect his sisters, but fate had her own ideas. through your second pregnancy dom repeated that he would be happy for girl or boy, just healthy, strong child (he prayed for a boy), and you decided not to find out who you were going to have until the baby was born. and it was sweet, super calm girl. on third pregnancy dom really tried to have a boy (yes, he scrolled all that weird mums forums to find out in which pose you can conceive a boy). he has genuinely been surprised when doctor said you will have a girl. who was the happiest over the fact that he surrounded by girls? his father!! he loves all four of you, and dom suspect that his father loves you more than him. he definitely would call you daughter and generally he is super granddad and father-in-law. your daughters loves their granddad too!! imagine them cling to him from all sides, hanginig on his neck, arms and legs. generally girls goes along super good, but oldest and youngest are more close to their father as they share extrovert personality, while middle girl gets super along with you. dom are scared that they are growing up too fast and that in one day they will start dating b̴̨̢̰͖̂ͫͨ̒ͦͩơ̷̧̢̛̤̠̻͔̤̖̳͖̥̼̲̮̥̣̼̮̂̽̓ͮ͆̉ͩ͆ͣͧ̿ͫ́͋ͩ̏̚̕̚͜͞y̶̢͎̜̬͖̩̰̬̞̓͌̽͆̈́̉̑ͨ̂ͧ͌̌̇̅͗͌͘͜͟s̶̸̢͉͙͈̳̻̣̲͔̜̩ͮ̌̃̄̄̓̍̽͌̈́͑́͑ͩ͟͠͝ 💀☠️ all in all 9/10 dom vibes with his favourite girls but one one stingy male tear drops when he sees fathers play baseball with their sons (he was hitted in the nose with a ball from his youngest daughter)
౨ৎ when you and deokbong announced that you will have a child, people were... curious - how?? how you would be able to carry his child since you look so small in comparison to him. and you know what? it was twin boys... the birth was difficult but you did it and then you faced new challenge - both boys was copy of their father and they was heavy. you prayed for your back, seriously, but deokbong is super supportive husband and father so he was always there to help you. thankfully your boys were calm. like literally they always had serious faces, fists clenched and almost never cried. with time your younger one maintained your character and more of your features showed, like brows and nose form, cheeks, and face shape. all in all 10/10 you four would be happy simple sport family!!
౨ৎ vinny hong refuse to have children. end of headcanon.
but seriously, vinny had huge trauma from his father and from bulling in school, he will never be sure that he is enough as financially and emotionally for kids, so you two are proud parents of one big dog, maybe doberman or cane corso and lazy cat. all in all 7/10 just because there are too much wool at home and vinny refuse to go on a walk with dog in the early morning.
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I Couldn't Ask For Anything Better
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✦Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Single!Mother
✦Word Count: 9.3k
✦Warnings: Smut (finally), Daddy kink, unprotected sex, Pure fluff, Dad!Jake, Dagger squad fluff, just adorableness, miscarriage mentioned, angsty ending
✦A/n: Holy Crap! this took forever to write, I hope you guys love it!
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You had been working on getting Jake’s cake ready, you and Mathew decorated it last night and now you were just getting it in a portable cake container. It was Jake’s 35th birthday and the whole gang was celebrating on the beach in front of the Hard Deck.
Penny had a grill set up on the deck, which the guys planned on doing a bbq on, while Nat, Penny, and Lacey planned on bringing sides. You had been put in charge of the cake, and thought they hadn’t told you; you took it upon yourself to get the drinks. You’d made sure that every possible drink request and type had been met, an array of sodas and alcohol stay in a cooler, already out in the back of Jake’s truck.
Your parents got called away on a conference, and even with your father retired, the Navy still asked him to make appearances. You had all gone to your parent’s house last week for a small birthday dinner, knowing that they would be missed today, your mother and father were insistent on it. They loved Jake and wanted to still have a special day for him. Plus, the kids were more than happy about getting to celebrate and have cake twice. Even though Josephine was only 13 months, she already had a sweet tooth like her father and Mathew loved anything chocolate in general.
You situate the cake in the container, making sure not to mess up the happy birthday candies that Mathew had placed on it. The brightly colored candies, stick out against the white frosting covering the chocolate cake and spell out Happy Birthday Daddy. Per Jake's request, it was a recipe that his momma had given you the last time you visited and with them not being able to make the trip this year, Jake had specifically asked for this cake. You knew that he hated not seeing them, although you had gone and visited last month for Josephine’s first birthday and celebrated Jake’s as well, it wasn’t the same.
Your attention is quickly taken away from the task at hand, by the high-pitched squeal and sound of tiny feet running down the hallway. Making sure that the cake is stable on the counter, you glance back and see Josephine running towards your legs.
Duck towel on her head, and still wet from the bath, she clutches at your leg and her eyes stay focused on the hallway she’d just ran from. Tiny strawberry blonde curls peek out from beneath the towel, as her body shakes in excitement against your leg.
“Josephine Elizabeth Seresin, I wasn’t done drying you.”
Moments later Jake appears, T-shirt soaked and slightly panting. The laugh that falls from your lips doesn't help the situation at all. As your daughter glances up at you and sees you laughing, then looks at her father and laughs even more.
“You alright there, Daddy?” Your tone is teasing and has Jake not only coming for Josephine, but for you as well.
His hands make quick work, at grabbing Josephine and wrapping her in the towel, before grasping onto your waist and pinching at your hips. You jump back slightly against the counter, laughing until you hit the cake and it almost falls. Your laugh ceases immediately as you glare at Jake slightly, then turn to push the cake farther on the counter.
“Don't tickle me around the cake, we worked hard on it.” Your tone is still light and airy, even as you try and put on a hard reprimanding facade for the birthday boy.
Josephine clearly agrees with you, as her little fists pat on Jake’s chest.
“Dada, da da da”
Jake’s gaze casts down at Jos, and his eyes watch her with the most lovesick, heart-wrenching stare, that makes your toes curl. Jake has always been great with Maty, but seeing him with Jos from birth to now, set off a deep need to have at least 10 more babies with the man.
“Yes, baby! You're such a smart girl.”
His finger comes to bop her on the nose as he says it, a gummy smile giggles back at him from the action. You stare at the pair, so happy and in love with the family you've created. The matching green eyes and shade of red hair she got from Jake’s mother, was a telltale sign that she was overwhelmingly an all-around Seresin.
The quietness of the house pauses the sweet moment and has your eyes glancing around in search of Maty. Though you find nothing amiss, and the strange silence can only mean one thing, your 8-year-old was up to something and trying to hide it.
“Honey did you see Maty, when you were taming the monster?”
You bring your hand up and tickle Jos’ belly when you say it. Her little form wiggles in Jake’s arms, as she climbs farther up his torso and wraps her arms tightly around his neck. Jake’s hands find her waist and bring her back down to settle on his hip, completely unfazed by the wiggly toddler.
“Yeah, he's in his room packing a bag, something about him and Amelia playing a trick Mav.”
You eye each other cautiously, waiting for the other to decide whether you're gonna let them have their fun, or if you need to stop the prank. Your head slips side to side, and you bite your bottom lip as you weigh the possible outcomes.
“I mean they're kids, come on, we should just let them have their fun. Right?”
Jake maintains a straight face, not once cracking a smirk while nodding his head along with the plan. Josephine looks between the both of you and starts copying Jake, rigorously nodding her head too.
“Yeah, but if anyone questions us later whether we knew, the answer is no, baby. It's always no.”
The stern facade cracks sightly, Jake no longer being able to hold his laughter and you both end up laughing. Slightly excited about the possible outcome, that an 8-year-old and a 13-year-old were going to pull on the 58-year-old man.
You reach over to grab Josephine from Jake and lean in to give him a quick kiss. Your lips remain resting against his for a minute, though it's long enough for Josephine to start smacking your cheeks. You pull away eyeing the little girl, before over exaggeratingly leaning in, to kiss at her cheeks.
“I shall get the Princess ready in her party dress.” The soft raspberry you blow on her belly, has her laughing incessantly. “While Daddy goes and handles his mini-me.” Your eyebrows raise at Jake, and a teasing smirk rests on your lips.
“I can't help it if he wants to take after his father, who might I add is the best.”
Jake casts a wink your way, with a shake of the head and a laugh, you're walking off down the hallway. Though before you can get far, you feel a harsh smack land on your ass cheek.
“He's got good taste like his Mama.”
You only shake your head, used to his antics, and lean into pepper kisses across Jos’ face.
“Your Daddy is crazy, baby.” your voice raises to a higher octave as you say it, and Josephine pats your cheeks while humming. “Yes, he is. Absolutely crazy!”
…
You glance at the watch on your wrist, before putting in your earrings and take one final glance in the mirror. Josephine sits on the bathroom counter, clapping while watching you and babbling absolute gibberish. You smile at her, then grab her and sit her on your hip. The both of you glance in the mirror, and the high-pitch shrike she does makes you laugh. Adorning your frames were matching yellow sundresses and white cardigans, that Jake had picked out and requested you wore for his birthday. The matching bows you had placed in Josephine’s hair with her space buns, completed the look and you could help but to snap a few pictures of her.
“Come on my darling, let’s see if daddy and bubba are ready.”
Moving through the master bedroom, you can hear Mathew and Jake talking while in the bathroom.
“– it has to be to the left.”
“I know bud, but mom usually does your hair.”
Your eyebrow quirks at the conversation, and a laugh falls from your lips when you see the duo standing in front of the mirror. The hair gel sits open on the counter and Jake has a comb in his mouth while trying to style Mathew’s hair. His difficulty is clearly on display, as he stares at the massive cowlick in Maty’s hair, making it harder to style.
“Everything okay in here?
Jake huffs at you in reply, his back still turned to you as he works on Maty, clearly not finding the situation as funny as you did. You move closer to the pair, Jos settled in one arm while you reach out for the comb. It only takes a second for you to sweep Mathew’s hair to the left, and tame the few pieces of hair.
“I thought you were the best?” Your tone is teasing as you place the comb back into Jake’s open hand, though the pout resting on his lips has you giving him a kiss.
“Don’t worry baby, I won’t tell anyone.”
“Yeah, you better not, I’m the birthday boy.”
You laugh at the statement and pat Jake's chest, calling out to the pair that it was time to go as you leave the bathroom. You grab the cake, though it is quickly taken from you as Jake sends you out to the truck, to get the kids buckled. You situate Jos in her car seat, while Mathew buckles himself across from her.
“All set?”
You glance back at Jake as he rounds the truck, and Mathew gives him a thumbs up while Josephine giggles as your hands dance across her belly. Jake’s hand settles on your lower back, which slowly starts to dip down and grab your butt, as he places the cake underneath Jos’ car seat.
With a spin, you push the door close and are met with a smirking Jake, whose hand has now moved to clutch at the material flowing over your hips. Though one hand raises slowly, tracing up your torso and across the sweetheart neckline.
“Aren’t you the prettiest little present, I can’t wait to unwrap you.”
The finger tracing your neck plucks at your dress teasingly, and your breath hitches as Jake ghosts his lips across your neck. Though he pulls away just before his lips meet your skin, and gives you a sly wink.
“Come on Sweets. The sooner we get there, the soon I get you home and in bed.”
…
Before you can even get Josephine out of her car seat, Mathew is out of the car and running for Bradley. The echo of laughter lets you know that he has in fact reached his uncle and that Bradley is already riling him up.
You unfasten the straps of Jos’ car seat and pull her out onto your chest.
“Where’s my babygirl?”
You laugh as you glance over your shoulder and find Lacey making her way to you. Her hands remain facing out, making grabby gestures at Jos. Who in turn starts laughing and reaches for her Auntie.
“What are you gonna do if yours is a girl?” Your tone is teasing as Lacey grabs Josephine, and rests her on her hip. Her small bump peeks out from under the sundress she wears, and you can’t help but smile at how your best friend is glowing. She was officially 4 months last week and the morning sickness had finally subsided.
“I think it’s a boy, but if it’s a girl, who says I can’t have two babygirls.”
“I’m not sure what I think the munchkin is. Though I do think that Bobby as a girl dad, would be adorable.”
You turn to grab the cake, though before you can even start for the beach Javy is at your side taking it from you. You huff slightly in annoyance and both he and Lacey give to small glares.
“I’m not broken.”
Javy releases a heavy sigh at your comment, before wrapping his free hand around and pulling you into his chest.
“We know that, but the doctor still wants you to take it easy.” You go to interrupt him, though you're quickly shushed. “Don’t even say he didn’t, Jake keeps us updated and we all worry. You don’t know how scared we all were.”
You melt into Javy’s chest as he places a kiss on the top of your head, silent tears roll down your face and Lacey grasps onto to the both of you for a group hug. Planted right in the middle of you three sits Jos, who has now climbed into Javy’s arms.
The hug is broken up when you feel hands wrap around your waist and tug you slightly. Jake's cologne clouds your senses, and you fall back into his arms, as Javy and Lacey head to the group. You turn in Jake's arms and nuzzle into his chest. One hand stays wrapped around your waist, as the other moves to stroke the back of your head. His hand moves slowly, before it’s under your chin and making you look at him. The tears lining your eyes are hard to hide and you feel horrible as you see a silver lining forming on Jake’s water line.
“I wasn’t supposed to cry today, it’s your birthday.”
You try to hide the pain with a small laugh, though it does nothing to cover up the quiver in your lip.
“Sweets, there is no rule that states that you can only mourn at certain times and that you have to hide your emotions at other times.” The hand stroking your cheek brushes the falling tears away, as you nod in answer, and a lone hand brushes against your stomach.
“I just wanted today to be happy, but it feels like a part of us is missing.”
Jake wraps his arms around you tighter as the last word falls from your lips and a choked sob releases from your chest. You can feel the multiple kisses that Jake lays on the crown of your head, and you can’t help but to feel bad. Today was Jake's birthday, it was supposed to be full of celebration. Though seeing Lacey’s sweet little bump and Javy wanting to help was just too much.
It had been two months since you had lost your little angel. The small blip in time from the moment you found out you were pregnant, to losing them at four and half months felt so far away, but also like it was yesterday at the same time. It wasn’t just the pain of losing them that consumed you, but you were terrified of forgetting them. Of your memory faltering and forgetting the small butterfly flutter in your stomach, and how their heartbeat sounded.
The past eight weeks had been hell on you and Jake. You had tried to be there for him whenever he broke down, but it always seemed to trigger your own tears and left him to comfort you. The doctor had put you on an anti-depressant right after the miscarriage, given that you had a history of depression. They helped slightly, but it wasn’t only a chemical imbalance, the loss had taken a piece of your heart.
“It’s going to be okay, Sweets. I promise.”
The statement comforts you and a small smile graces your lips. Jake had never broken a promise to you, in the beginning of your friendship it had been silly promises, but as time went on bigger promises were made. To you, to the kids, and not one of them had ever been broken. Jacob Grant Seresin was nothing if not a man of his word.
With a deep breath you nod, his words on repeat in your head, and when you smile at Jake, it’s not fake or forced. No, this smile was one of love and thankfulness that you had found such an amazing man to father your children and to spend eternity with. Your left-hand rises to rest on Jake’s cheek, the light sparkles off of your wedding ring, as you pull his lips down to meet yours. It’s simple and sweet, but oh so meaningful, and when you pull away your foreheads rest together.
“I love you. Thank you for always healing my heart.”
A delicate kiss is placed once more on your lips, just a peck, before he pulls away. Both of his hands rest on your cheeks, lifting your face to meet his eyes. They stare into your soul, sharing every little piece of pain, depression, love, and joy that has made up your world together. Your hands rise to grasp onto his, a silent gesture that it would always be you and him against to world.
“I love you; I will always love you. Don’t ever forget that baby.”
Jake’s hand slips from your face and creases your arms before linking your fingers together.
“Now come on, I’ve been thinking about that cake since yesterday.”
Your laugh is light and causes Jake to smile as well. His hands tug gently on yours as he turns and pulls you down to the beach.
You wait for the stares of pity from your friends, though find none. Not one of them mentions your tear-stained cheeks, and you're thankful when Penny makes her way over to you and sweeps you away.
“Go man the grill, I don’t trust Bradley to not burn everything.” The demand is thrown over her shoulder at Jake, who only winks at you and lets out a ‘yes ma’am.”
“The cake looks great, and Phoenix has continually been on cake watch. Considering each of the boys has tried to swipe frosting from it.”
You laugh at Penny’s words, though you full-on belly laugh when you see Nat standing, practically on top, of the cake with her arms crossed. Her eyes are set in a glare towards Bradley, though moves to you, and a smile instantly forms.
“I hear you’ve got a pretty tough job.”
She slips at her drink while shrugging her shoulders to you. It’s rare to see Nat in dresses, though the sun dress she wears now fits her perfectly.
“It gave me a reason to smack Roo, so it was a win for me.”
“I’m kind of sad that I missed it.”
You feel a body brush passed you, as little hands reach out to you. Josephine grabs onto you easily and nuzzles into your chest. Your hand moves up and down her back, and the motion brings comfort to the both of you.
“Oh, don’t worry, they’ve been plotting.”
Lacey nods behind you and when you turn, you’re met with the group of seven pilots looking toward the sky, trying to hide the fact that you had just caught them staring. A laugh falls from your chest, though it ceases quickly when a whine comes from a now-sleeping Jos. Your hand gently rubs at the back of her head, while you mutter sweet nothing into her ear. The growing toddler falls back to sleep easily as you sway with her.
“Wanna make a bet?”
Nat and Lacey, both give you questioning looks, though Penny only laughs at your antics. You had always been up for a challenge or bet, especially when you were positive that you would win. You glance back to the pilots one last time, thinking for a moment.
“Give it 20 minutes and it’s gonna be Javy.”
“Why are you so sure?”
The pair of them watch you, trying to figure out what exactly you’re picking up on that they aren’t.
“Bradley already knows you’re on full alert, Bobby is too scared of pregnant Lace,” the comment earns you a small ‘hey’ in protest, though she ends up laughing. “And Jake, well he knows better. Mav, Mick, and Rueben are all bystanders, which leaves Javy.”
All three of you turn to face the boys fully, giving them a smile and wave, with the hand not holding Jos. It’s a small taunt and their reactions only prove that you know how to get under their skin.
“Javy is unofficially my third child, and I know him like the back of my hand, but he also knows me. Meaning that he might tell the boys he’s going to do something, but if he knows somethings going to upset me, he won’t to do.”
The girl's hum as they listen to you, all three sets of eyes never leaving the boys. You wave one last time, then turn back towards Pen, she has Josephine’s baby beach tent set up and ready to go. The soft snores that emit from Jos' signal that she is passed out and that she wouldn’t stir when you laid her down.
Lacey and Nat continue chatting, while you settle on the beach towel with Penny. She wraps an arm around you and lays a kiss on your temple, then clasps your hand in hers and gives you a gentle squeeze. Your sister had always been someone that you leaned on when you were younger, and over the years you had slowly stopped telling her all the traumatic details in fear, that she would see you as a burden.
Though in the last two months, besides Jake, Penny had been your rock and had experienced a good number of your breakdowns. Your parents had been wonderful, helping with Maty and Jos, and being there for both you and Jake. But it wasn’t the same, you had always been the golden girl in their eyes, even when you got pregnant with Mathew and had to leave flight school. Your father had been sad, but never held it against you, and the thought of them seeing you like this. They wouldn’t ever look at you the same if they knew how damaged you were.
“Your one-year anniversary is coming up soon,” She nudges your shoulder as she says it, and a small smile forms on your lips. “I meant it when I said I would watch the kids. I think it would be good for the both of you to get away for the weekend.”
“I know, thank you, you really are the best big sister. We both need a weekend of just us, it's just been hard.”
Penny nods in understanding though doesn’t say anything. She knew that if you talked about it the both of you would cry and she wanted nothing more than for you to have a great day.
“Though speaking of anniversaries, Maty’s adoption one is coming up. Right?”
At the mention of Jake finally adopting Mathew, a full smile breaks out across your face.
“Yeah, the first week in July. Which is so weird, because Jake has been his dad since he was two, but he is finally getting to change his name. It felt like all the pieces finally fit together.” You laugh slightly, thinking about Mathew’s request in the whole ordeal. “Jake always knew that Mathew loved him, I mean look at them.” You gesture over to the guys again, though this time a game of dogfight football had broken out. Jake had Mathew thrown over his shoulder and was booking it across the sand to the endzone, while Maty clutched onto the football in his arms. “I think that Mathew asking to have Grant as his middle name, really solidified it for Jake. We named Josephine after mom and Jake’s mother, so to have Mathew asked to be named after Jake, was a full circle moment.”
Your head leans over to rest against Penny, the pair of you content in watching your family. It’s not long before Nat and Lacey find a home on the towel next to you.
“I don’t want to ruin the day,” you glance back towards Penny, who looks apprehensive about whatever she wants to say “But, have you even heard from Adam, you know after you sent the papers off.”
A harsh sigh leaves your mouth, not at Pen but at the mention of your ex. You hated talking about him, but you knew that Penny was just asking out of worry. She had seen you have breakdowns at the thought of Adam, and she never wanted you to feel alone again. Another sigh falls from your lips, and you lay down on the towel. You relax against the sand and tug on both Penny’s and Lacey’s hands, who in turn tugs on Nat’s, and the four of you lie on the sand. Silently waiting for the metaphorical ball to drop.
“I wouldn’t have sent him the papers if the lawyer hadn’t strongly suggested it. Adam didn’t want to be on Mathew’s birth certificate, and his status with Mathew was deemed as abandonment.” Another sigh leaves your lips, both of your hands getting gently squeezed in support. “I guess it’s good that we have all of our bases covered, but I feel like I’m just waiting for him to show up. Like now that I’ve made this big step, he’s going to come back just to tear me down.”
“He’ll be getting his ass kicked if he shows up,” Nat had risen up on her elbows and was now staring at you. “And that’s just me. If the boys get ahold of him, he’s going to be lucky if he doesn’t leave in a body bag.”
Her eyes hold yours; it was her way of promising that you would be protected. That they would never let him put his hands on you again, and if he tried, he would instantly regret it.
“That’s the only fact, that lets me sleep soundly at night.”
…
The loud gasp, followed by the two high pitch squeals has your head turning from setting up the picnic table. You miss the prank, but you watch as the aftermath unfolds. A soaking-wet Maverick has taken off running after Amelia and Mathew, who both have taken off down the beach. You laugh as Mav comes to a slow jog and then walks, the two kids still running off in the distance. Next to you, Penny is in a fit of laughter, and the glare Mav gives her only makes it worse. His walk lands him in front of the two of you, pointing a figure at the both of you before reaching for a water.
“Both of them are trouble, just like their mothers.”
You stop laughing, really trying to feel bad for the man, though you’re laughing is set off again as Lacey reappears after using the restroom.
“What happened to you?” The question is so innocent, but it’s the icing on the cake. Mav only shakes his head at Lacey, and mutters quietly about the “hooligans.”
“What’d I say?”
“Don’t worry,” Your laughing slows as you motion Lacey over to you, “the kids decided to prank him.”
An ahh sound of understanding with a nod of the head is only there momentary, as she starts laughing with you. The both of you work hand in hand to set up the tableware, placing the finishing touches as Jake comes over to you.
His sneaky hands wrap around your waist, and he places soft kisses along your neck. You lean back at the motion, resting your head on his shoulder, as he gently sways your bodies side to side.
“How is my birthday boy?”
The question only gets a hum in answer, as a string of kisses up your neck and onto your pulse point makes you giggle slightly. Your eyes had fallen shut, enjoying to small moment with your husband.
“How’s Jos doing?” The question is whispered against your ear, and it has your eyes opening to glance at the beach tent.
“She perfect, like always. Napping soundly, though we are going to have to wake her up soon to eat.”
“Yeah, I saw that Penny brought some of that jello she ate at your parent's. She seems to do really good with it.”
This time it’s you that hums in acknowledgment, your eyes scanning the surrounding beach noticing the lack of your friends. You glance to the cake quickly, though find that it’s still there in perfect condition.
You turn in Jake's arms, and your eyes squint in questioning of the man, who remains calm and collected. You glance around the beach further and find Nat with Bradley at the grill, Pen and Mav up on the deck, while you see Lacey and Bobby down by the water with the kids. Your eyes fall back on Jake and the small smirk that he gives you is all you need to know that their plan was underway.
“Baby, where’s Javy?” The slight lift of your eyebrow does nothing to unsettle your husband. A small shrug is all you get, followed by a wink and a gentle squeeze on your hips.
“Jacob, I know you’re up to something and I’d suggest you think about this plan and the repercussions it may have.”
His hands only tighten on your hips even more, as his head drops back into a full laugh. “and what might those repercussions be my sweet girl.”
He’s teasing you, poking at that little button, because he knows you won’t really get mad at him on his birthday. Jake pulls you in slightly so that you're pressed near chest to chest and one of your hands rises to tap lightly on his chest. While your other hand comes to trace lightly along the sweetheart's neckline and causes Jake's eyes to drop immediately to your breasts.
“If anything happens to that cake before I get pictures of you blowing out the candles,” The hand resting on his chest slowly rises and tips Jake’s head back so that he is looking at you directly in the eyes. “There will be no unwrapping of your special present.”
Jake’s lips set in a hard line at your declaration and a small pout, forms on his lips. “Swee–”
“Nope, me and Maty worked hard on that cake, and by God, I will watch you blow out 35 candles. Don’t test me, Jacob.”
The harsh tone in your voice has a small sheepish look settling on his face, as his eyes move from the cake resting on the table and back to your breasts multiple times. With a heavy sigh, Jake’s hands fall farther to grab your ass, and his face comes to rest along the top of your breasts. His face nuzzles in and his teeth nip at your chest, as you bring your hands to the back of Jake’s head to stroke his hair and laugh at his antics.
“I’m supposed to signal when I get you away,” The sentence is mumbled but you still understand.
“What were you planning to do with the cake Jacob.”
The sound of his full name has him pulling away from your chest and staring up into your eyes. His hands tighten on your ass and you normally would chastise him for groping you so freely out in public, though there aren’t any people close enough that you’re worried.
“Sweets, I don’t know. The boys just wanted the cake, and well –”
“You were peer pressured”
Jake scoffs at the words, and his hold has tightened even more. A small squeal leaves your lips, as you jump slightly in his hold and glare at the now-smirking man.
“Baby, I don’t get pressured into things.”
The small smirk you give Jake as he struggles for the correct words doesn’t go unnoticed. The small glare he gives you is adorable something you had expected. What you hadn’t expected was Jake to grab your waist and throw you over his shoulder, like he had been with Maty earlier today.
A shrill scream lips your lips, as your world spins upside down and the only thing you see is Jake’s tan back. Your hands grasp onto his sides, to stable yourself, and stop the sway of your body with every step he takes.
“Jacob Grant Seresin, you put me down right now.”
This laugh rings through the air and the shaking of his chest slightly shakes your body with it.
“No can do, darlin’.”
If only he could see the glare, you were giving him right now, he might change his mind. Though as a harsh smack lands on your ass and causes you to jump, you also think that the glare might have only egged him on even more.
“Your panties seem to be on just a little tight,” His hand ghosts just under the hem of your dress, grabbing at your inner thigh and lightly traces your heat. “don’t worry Sweets, daddy’s gonna fix that problem real quick.”
The sublet heat ignites in your core, and you shift slightly in Jake's hold, causing the hand on your thigh to brush up against your clothed cunt again. The moan that releases from your chest should embarrass you, though the laugh that Jake releases only has your panties damping further. You watch as the sand turns into the wooden deck of the bar, and you caught sight of a laughing Bradley and Natasha.
“Nix, you’re on baby duty. Jos is still sleeping, but me and the Mrs. have some business to attend to.” You hear the door open, the harsh light of the day disappearing, and shifts into the dim light seeping through the window blinds.
“Also, don’t touch that cake, Rooster. No one touches that damn cake while I’m gone.”
You just barely catch the yup from Bradley and the loud laugh that Nat releases, though you can’t help but to smile at Jake’s words. Your hands pinch at his side, grabbing Jake’s attention, before telling him thank you.
Just as quickly as you were thrown over his shoulder, Jake has you back on stable ground. His hands settle on your waist and push you back slightly. Your back bumps back against a wall, and as your chest heaves, you glance around to see where exactly you are.
You’re both tucked in one of the back corners of the Hard Deck, hidden away and out of sight right next to a spare pool table. The heaving of your chest slows, as you look back up at Jake and find his emerald, green eyes, replaced by a dark green with blown pupils that watch every move you make.
“You’re welcome darlin’, you should know that I’d never let anyone mess up something you worked so hard on, especially if it’s for me.” A cheeky wink and smirk grace Jake’s face, and they make you smile, as you nuzzle into his palm that had come to rest against your cheek.
“But since I am the birthday boy,” A finger traces along your cleavage, and brushes gently against the shell of your neck, causing you to tip your head back. “I want to open one of my presents early.”
“Jake –”
Your protest is cut off completely when Jake dips his head down and bites at your neck, smoothing over the nip with a lick of the tongue. A high-pitched whine releases from your lips as Jake slots his leg in between your thighs and brushes up against your pantie-clad heat. The hand tracing your chest moves up your frame and settles under your cardigan. Pushing it slightly off your shoulder, before his lips go back to work on you.
It’s too hot, and with every little movement that Jake makes he presses up again you, catching your clit against the lace of your panties. Your brain is no longer processing, as you pull off the light cardigan and throw it behind Jake. Your hands find purchase on Jake’s shoulders, grabbing on the tan skin as you keen with every nip he places on your neck.
Your chest is heaving as you tug on the back of Jake’s hair and slot your lips against his. It’s hot and needy, tugging and pulling more so than soft and loving. Jake only slightly licks at your lips and has you groaning in need. The moment of needy has Jake’s tongue slipping through your lips, as a soft battle ensues between the two of you.
You pull away gasping for a breath as Jake continues down your jawline, his hand working the skirt of your dress up and over your hips. Giving you the freedom to grind down on his thigh. The motion has you pulling back with a whimper, clit overly sensitive and pulsing.
“No, no Sweets. Take what you need.”
Jake’s hands fall to your waist, pressing you down against his thigh as another whine slips from your lips. You can’t avoid the pressure though, as Jake moves your hips to his own accord. Pushing and pulling you, forcing you to ride his thigh as you hide away in his neck, nipping on his collarbone.
“Daddy–” your sentence is cut off when Jake sends a particularly hard thrust up, to jut against your weeping cunt.
“There’s my girl, such a pretty baby.”
You can only nod in answer, as one of Jake's hands slips up to cradle your face, and the thumb resting on your cheek slips between your lips. You nip and suck at his thumb, doe eyes focused up on Jake ready to be his good girl in any way that he asks. The look in your eyes sends him spiraling, before you know it his thumb has slipped from your mouth and he’s lifting you in the air.
Your heads dazed and foggy, consumed completely by the man holding you as he lays you on top of the pool table. You go to protest; you were at the Hard Deck and supposed to be celebrating Jake’s birthday of god’s sake. Though the words escape you when Jake’s fingers trace along your slit and rips the cloth from your aching heat.
The gentle trace of his fingers is everything and nothing all at once. Your back arches off the table and your head falls back as a low moan echoes from your chest, as Jake rolls your swollen clit between his fingers.
His laugh pulls you from the momentary bliss, as Jake looks down upon you strung out before him. Small babbles fall from your lips as you beg Jake for anything more, how you had gone from thinking with a clear mind to one that was completely hazy and your only focus was having Jake screw your brains out.
“Tell me what you want darlin’, use your words.”
He’s mocking you, with every shift of your hips trying to push down on the hand that is no longer tracing at your slit but resting heavily against your clit.
“Need you, Jakey.”
“Darlin’” His thumb moves in tight circles as he draws the word out, only pausing when you cry out. “You. Know. That’s. Not. My. Name.” Each word ends in a tap against your clit, that has your hands grasping out on the table looking for anything to hold on to.
“Daa– Daddy, Pleassseee.”
The name is just passed your lips and without any warning, Jake’s fingers fuck into you. Just barely easing in, before plunging knuckle deep and hitting the soft spongy spot that makes you keen.
“You gonna let me fuck you, Sweetheart? With all of our friends just outside.”
You can only nod in response, too focused on the way Jake’s fingers scissor in your heat. A chuckle leaves Jake’s lips again, though this time before you can react, Jake's free hand comes to wrap around the back of your neck and pulls you up to meet his chest. A low moan falls from your lips as Jake’s fingers reach even deeper in the new position and the palm of his hand brushes back and forth over your clit.
“Please” The plea falls from your lips in a mantra, and your hands wrap up around Jake’s neck to pull his lips down to your own. You melt into his touch, as his tongue slides into your mouth, coaxing your mouth in a dance of need and want.
He tastes like whiskey and malt, the crown and coke you made earlier is still potentate on his lips and you wonder if it’s your husband you’re getting drunk on, or the crown coating his tongue. Jake’s free hand cradles the back of your neck, woven into your hair and guiding you exactly how he wants. Your hips rock on their own accord, chasing a high that Jake is content to tease you with.
You lick into his mouth and your breath hitches in despair, as Jake pulls his hand from your weeping cunt. You watch, breathless as Jake brings his slick cover fingers to his mouth, moaning at the taste of your arousal and never breaking eye contact.
Jake had always been cheeky in the bedroom, how could he not, when he knew that just the sight of him shirtless had you panting like a bitch in heat. Though the wink that he gives you now, begging for him to touch you.
To fuck you, in any way that he wants. You would take anything from the man, so long as he touched you. Jake’s eyes fall from your blown ones and fall to your heaving chest. His hand trails down from your neck, to grip onto the top of your dress and yanks it down. The stitching of the fabric sounds like it has torn slightly, and it leaves the material to fall below your breast.
“Jake we still hav–”
Your words are stopped, as Jake’s hand grasps your cheeks and forces you to look up at him.
“Baby, shut up for me.”
The hand that’s not grasping your face works at your bra, pulling the cups down to expose your nipples. You squirm on the green of the pool table, as Jake ducks his head down and licks at one of your nipples, before biting it. His free hand works at your other nipple, and he plays your body like his own personal instrument. Coaxing every whine, moan, and hiss from you of his own accord.
The wanton moan you release as Jake tugs on the pebbled bead has his lips unlatching from your breast.
“Those are the only sounds I want to hear from you, darlin’.” Your eyes are clouded over, hanging on to every word that Jake tells you. “Though I’m not gonna stop you from begging, you always look so pretty when you get whiny and beg for me.”
The sound of the screen door slamming against the side of the wall has both of your eyes snapping in the direction of the bar. You're hidden back enough that you can’t see who comes in, though you hear Bradley’s voice ring out. He’s yelling at someone to get the extra ice from the back, it only takes a moment before the screen door is slamming again and the tension in your shoulders releases.
You were sure that the whole group knew you were fucking, and trusted that they would take care of the kids just fine. If they needed you, they would have already been yelling at you. Though the image of Bradley, Nat, Bob, and Lacey walking in on you and Jake fucking isn’t something you want to do again. It had been just after Jake had gotten home from a deployment when Penny and Maverick at offered to watch Maty for you. You hadn’t gotten pregnant with Jos yet, though you’re suspicious that she was conceived over the long weekend.
Your thoughts are quickly brought back to Jake, as you hear the zipper of his pants being pulled down. The sight of Jake's length has you drooling, the red tip leaks precum and you can help the whine that falls from you. A deep need to feel the weight of him on your tongue, to lick the salty tang off of him and relish in the way he fills your mouth. Your gaze is lethal, never wavering from Jake’s length not even when Jake chuckles. Though the tip of your chin up forces your eyes to leave it and look at into Jake lust filled, emerald eyes.
“Sweets, as much as I would love to have you on your knees, we don’t have the time.”
“Later?” Your hand grazes his cock, and you grasp the length. Your cloudy eyes drop from Jake’s, as you lean forward and spit onto the head. You use the precum and you spit as you stroke him, your grip tightening just slightly as you work around his girth.
“Whatever want baby.” His breath sounds ragged, fucked out by his own need for you. Your hand slips for his cock, as Jake grabs your thighs and yanks you to the edge of the pool table. Wrapping your legs around his waist, as your back falls to meet the green felt.
Your eyes catch sight of the swinging light fixture above you, and you watch it as it moves side to side. The harsh smack of Jake's cock against your clit makes you keen and has your back bowing in need. The arch pushes your cunt down towards Jake's cock, though he teases you, slipping the head along your slit and pushing into you before pulling back out.
“Daddy please need your cock, need you to fuck me.”
“I know baby, daddy’s got you.”
Your eyes roll to the back of your head, as Jake pushes his length into your aching cunt. Small whines and whimper roll off your lips as Jake bottom out, his hips coming flush with your ass. Your heat aches in need, and your hips rock to gain any type of friction.
“Nope baby,” Jake's hands grasp at your hips and stills your hips. “Feel me, Sweets. How well this pretty little pussy takes me, how you clench around me like a fucking vice.”
Jake’s breath turns ragged, as you clench down on him and the hands resting at your hips grasp at you, knuckles turning white and surly leaving fingerprints. The quick pull back from you makes you gasp, followed by a harsh thrust that you swear is in your stomach.
Jake's thrusts are harsh and uncontrolled, the both of you chasing a high, and as you lower one hand to work over your clit, needing the added pressure. Your hand is smacked away before it even touches the bundle of nerves, a protest ready to fall from your lips. Though in its place falls a deep moan, as Jake's thumb comes to rest on you, tight circles with the perfect pressure coaxing you to ecstasy.
“Baby… Daddyyyy”
His hips never falter as your hands grasp at the pool table, finding nothing to ground you. Your head tips back, your body moving against the green, with each of Jake's thrusts. He’s unrelenting as he works you over, a silent demand and need for you to find yours before he ever does.
“I know baby, let go. Come for daddy, like the good girl you are.”
His words send you spiraling and if you cared you might have stopped the moan that bursts from you. You should care as it echoes through the Hard Deck, surely alerting everyone of your pending climax. Though you don’t. The only thing you care about now was the burning heat in your core and the way Jake’s hands feel over your body.
Your eyes open and find Jake’s as a soft hand creases your cheek, the need, and lust ever present, but also a deep love that shines through as your husband watches you. With one final flick across your clit, your tumbling, begging and whining as you finally reach the peak before crashing into the abyss. Jake's hips only stutter slightly, as he works your through, his own release within reach.
“Where do you want it, Sweets?”
“In me Jake, please need to feel you.” The small plea as you clench around him has Jake peaking. His hips slow and he coats your walls, a deep moan falling from the both of you at the feeling of Jake’s cock pulsing within you. Pushing and pulling his cum back into you, fucking it into you, before he pulls out.
Jake's chest heaves as he looks down and your pulsing cunt, clenching around nothing and pushing his cum from your heat. Without a thought, Jake’s fingers scope at the mix of you both and pushes it back into your aching cunt. You’re sensitive and with every drag of his fingers you whine, you lift up onto your elbows so you both can watch as he fucks his cum back into you.
You bite your bottom lip, from not only how sensitive you now are, but also from how much you need Jake again. You could never tire of the man, though when he gets like this, it makes you practically insatiable.
Though with one last push of the hand, Jake is pulling back from you and wrapping his lips around his cum cover fingers, winking at you before placing a peek against your lips. His hands find a home at your waist, as he pulls you from the pool table. He holds you steady as your legs shake, and places a gentle kiss against your temple.
“Still as sweet as ever, darlin’.”
The words are whispered into your ear and have you blushing. You push up on your toes to kiss Jake, hoping to avoid his gaze. Though the movement causes his cum to drip from your unclothed cunt, and the small squeak your release has Jake smiling in victory.
“You ripped my panties and my dress, Jacob. Everyone is gonna know.”
A harsh laugh falls from his lips before Jake grabs your cardigan and situates it back on your shoulders.
“Darlin’, people back home in Texas know. You’re not the quietest, especially when you climax.”
His words earn him a smack on the shoulder, as you move past him to go to the bathroom and right yourself before seeing everyone again. You glance back at the man, his eyes never leave your backside and the wide smile creasing his face is more than enough for you to not care if the whole world heard the two of you.
“Happy birthday, baby.”
“You best believe, I’m unwrapping the rest of my present when we get home. I still need to get my mouth on that sweet little cunt.”
You hum in response and smirk crossing your own lips as you shake your head that Jake’s words, before continuing to the bathroom.
“Hey Sweets,” the call has you pausing once again, spinning to face Jake and finding nothing but love in his eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you too, honey.”
…
The pair of you reemerge from the Hard Deck as if nothing happened, though both Nat and Lace give you teasing smiles as you make your way over. A small smirk makes its way to your lips, causing both girls to laugh and a deep blush to cover your cheeks.
Jake had gone over to check on Amelia and Maty when you came out, both Penny and Mav stationed close enough to watch the pair, but also giving them the space to goof off. You glance over to Josephine’s beach tent and find her just waking up. The movement of her little arms has you making your way to her, and as you cloud over her line of sight has a gummy smile marring her features.
“Hello, my beautiful girl.” You pick her up easily and cradle her against your chest, enjoying the way her little hands grab at you. “Did you have a wonderful nap?”
Mumbles fall from her lips and bubbles of spit dribble down her chin, as she answers you.
“Ma ma ma ma.”
You bounce her on your hip lightly as you walk back over to Lace and Nat. Everyone had gathered as Bradley showed up with the food and placed it in the middle of the table. Maty finds you easily and clasps onto your hip to give you a hug. Your free hand brushes the hair from his face before you move down to kiss the crown of his head.
“Momma I couldn’t find dad’s candles. Auntie Nix helped me look, but they weren’t in the bag.”
Your brows crease in thought, trying to remember where you placed them. You were sure that you put them in the bag, though they could have fallen out in the truck.
“Don’t you worry, my love. I’m sure they are just in the truck.” The three of you make your way back over to Jake, who is now chatting with Javy about the plane they were restoring. Catching sight of her father, Jos starts trying to reach out for him. The high-pitch squeal of your daughter gains Jake’s attention immediately and he’s grasping for her to toss her in the air. You smile at the duo, and overwhelming pride and love fills your chest for your small family.
Javy is quick to grab Maty, flipping him upside down and tickling him. Jake looks at you as you settle at his side and places a kiss on your cheek.
“I’m going to run to the pickup, love. I think your candles feel under the seat.”
“I can go look, Sweets.”
“Nope, you’re the birthday boy and I’ll be quick.”
Jake hums in agreement, before placing a sweet kiss on your lips. You pull away, only to be met with another kiss on the nose.
“I’ll be right back, then we can start eating.”
…
Jake watches as you make your way to the parking lot, quietly wondering how he had gotten so lucky. Josephine grabbles in his lap, patting at his chest as Javy talks to her in a high-pitched over.
Jake laughs at the pair, Javy and Jos were the best of buddies, the two were on the same wavelength. The number of times that Jake had come back, after asking Javy to watch her for a bit, and they were both asleep was astounding.
Though he couldn’t be more thankful for the extended family, that his own little family had in the Dagger Squad. Jacob Seresin might have been a hard ass, but seeing how much any one of his teammates cared for his children, turned him into a puddle.
“Dad, momma’s still not back.”
Mathew had been patiently waiting, though as time passed, he couldn’t help but grow impatient.
“I’ll go check on her bubba.”
Though before he can hand Jos to Javy, Mathew is protesting. Telling both Jake and Javy that he was a big boy and could help. Jake chuckled at his son, hand ranking through his unruly hair before nodding in answer.
“Go on then.”
A smile broke out across Mathew’s face before he was taking off up the sand to the parking lot.
“Watch for cars.” Jake's voice echoed across the beach, gaining everyone’s attention as Mathew signaled back with a thumbs up, then disappeared.
Jake and Javy both went back to talking with Jos, as Jake bounced her lightly on his hip. The setting California sun casts a warm hue over the beach, and Jake couldn’t help but think of you and how much you loved the beach.
Especially at sunset.
Jake had grown to love it just as much as you had, the comfort from the waves and sea breeze had become a constant in your lives. The four of you were constantly at the beach whenever the family had downtime.
Though that constant sense of safety and calm was ripped right from his chest as a bone-chilling scream echoed out across the beach.
“Daddy!”
Jake was passing Josephine off to Javy without a second thought, and sprinting towards the edge of the beach. Nearly collapsing at the sight of Mathew's tear-stained face, barreling toward him.
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WORLD TOUR- .05
"You aren't denying it."
Tomorrow will be our last show in our home country and due to that, we’re going to run some errands for the tour. Like getting food for the bus. Unfortunately, Bill and Georg can’t come. Bill has to do some voice lessons for my songs so he joins me in on stage. Due to my higher range, he needs a little bit of help with it. Georg is just visiting family before he leaves. They have a lot going on so they demanded they saw him.
So it’s just going to be me, Tom, Gustav, and Johanna. Jace wanted to come but I had to straight up tell him it’s just for the group and it’s okay if we spend a few hours away from each other. Ever since I got drunk he’s been overly clingy and I don’t know how to tell him to stop. In the same breath though we are leaving for about a year so I understand. I don’t exactly remember what happened the night I got drunk all I remember is smelling like beer and Tom following me to the bathroom? Then he was gone and Jace was there hugging me.
Bill told me Jace spilled beer on me and that’s why I stormed off to the bathroom but he never said anything about Tom joining. Why would he even go after me?
This is why I don’t get drunk I hate not remembering things clearly.
Jace keeps texting me but I’ve been ignoring the messages, I get he’s trying to make this work but he was right in the beginning, distance is not going to work for a year. If he really wants me and I want him he will wait. What sucks is everyone is getting along with him super well. He’s even growing on Tom. Tom of all people!
But this day is not about Jace, it’s about errands that I need to run with the band members, plus Jo.
Speaking of Jo, we’re currently driving to a food court before doing our actual errands.
“Is there a specific place I need to park?” I speak up, my eyes flickering around the area. “No, just the front with the sign.” Jo shrugs, pulling out my phone because she’s going to have to call Tom who was being a victim of Gustav’s driving.
Even though we dislike each other I would never wish for someone to be a passenger to Gustav. Jo puts the phone up to my ear and it only rings twice before someone answers. “Hello?” It was Tom, I don’t know why I didn’t know that.
“Hey, we just parked. Meet you inside?” I ask him, I actually just pulled into a spot but he doesn’t need to know every single detail. Taking the phone properly from Johanna. “Yeah, what are we eating?”
“Mexican… I thought that’s what we agreed on.” I remind him, “Oh yeah, right. See you then.” He tells me and I just hum in response, ending the phone call. “That wasn’t awkward at all.” Jo laughs as we both unbuckle and get out of the car.
We got inside and ordered everyone’s food, Johanna went to find a spot as I waited for the food to be ready. And of course, I know their orders, we’ve known each other practically since birth having to hang out so much you just tend to know things. “Hey, need help?” A voice rings out behind me, almost scaring me as I was holding a large tray with all the food on it. It was just Gustav with a lopsided smile, trying not to laugh at my face that obviously showed I just had a mini heart attack.
“Yeah, you ass. Take the drinks.” He does as told and we make our way through the tiny crowd, getting to our seats where Tom and Johanna sat. I sat next to Jo and Gustav sat across from her. That left Tom in front of me. He was on his phone, quietly mumbling a thank you to me for paying and getting the stuff.
I watched as Gustav and Johanna were talking and laughed together. It made me so happy that they were getting along… maybe even having something more than that. Thinking about that brought me back to Jace sadly.
I don’t know what’s stopping me from being with him. We were happy together for a year, it didn’t end on bad terms and he obviously really likes me. But something… something is just pausing all that and not letting me be happy with him.
“[Name]!” Johanna taps me, and my body shivers as I lost the trance I didn’t even realize I was in. “Gustav has to leave. I’m going to drive him with his car.” She informs me and I raise a brow, confused. “Something happened with my brother, I don’t think it’s a good idea to drive.” He explains further, I just nod my head. My eyes scanned between the three of these people. They’re leaving me with Tom.
“Did you really not hear anything?” Tom questions me, I give him a look. “Obviously not.” I roll my eyes, looking back at the two who stood up, taking their food with them. “Um, I hope everything is okay. Be safe.” I stand up to hug them goodbye. We haven’t even been here for twenty minutes and they already got to go. They didn’t even waste a second to get out of there. I turn to Tom but he was already back on his phone and eating so I just continue to eat my own food as well.
As I finished up I started noticing all the fans around us, sneakily taking pictures or just freaking out about us being in public like we aren’t people too. Ignoring it I just put my napkins in the box with the little food left. “Want me to throw yours away?”
His eyes look up from his screen and he looks down at his trash then just nods. “Cool, love not being answered with words.” I stand up, picking up both our things and then throwing them away. Once I walk back he was up and putting his phone away. “What’s first?” He asks.
“Dry cleaners for our one outfit for tomorrow and then this dark-looking store Bill needs something in.” I lead the way, he walks beside me and I bite my bottom lip, picking off the skin as I think about this situation. It’s mainly awkward but I’m nervous we’re going to blow up into an argument and I punch him again.
“What’s wrong?” He scrunches his nose, looking at me up and down. “What?” I shrug my shoulders, not understanding what he’s saying. “You’re biting your bottom lip. You do that when you’re nervous about something.” He points out, pressing his lips together as he showed he was basically just stating the obvious.
“Right, I’m thinking about how today is going to go. How it’s just you and I.” We get back to my car, we’re on either side of the vehicle now and we talk over the hood. “Nothing will happen on my end if that makes you feel better.”
“How do I believe that?” I laugh.
“Swear on Bill that we both won’t?” He sticks his pinky out over the hood and I go to take it but my arm is too short. We both snicker and just get into the car. “I swear,” I tell him as I start the car. “See.” He shrugs.
We went to the dry cleaners and the darker store for Bill. It was easy in and out but the supermarket is where we’re going to take years in.
“Wanna split up?” I face Tom after getting a shopping cart but his eyes just widen as he stares at me. “I’m going to take that as a no?” We start walking through the doors. “I don’t even remember what we’re getting.” He whines causing me to laugh mainly to myself.
“Food, drinks, toiletries,” I say, we go into the fruit and veggies section first. His hand held onto the cart even though I was walking it. It was like he was a lost child having to follow me around. “What food are we getting?”
“Well, Gustav and Jo want some fruit so that’s what we’re getting first. Do you want any?” I ask, stopping the cart in front of the berries, he hums randomly picking up a bag of apples to inspect it for some reason. I shake my head, trying to find specific cherries for Gustav. “Uh, I’ll just throw things in if I want it.” He tells me.
“Ah alright, and you’re paying for said stuff with your own money?” I smirk to myself as I check out the cherries making sure they’re mainly not bruised and all that good stuff. He snaps his head my way. “I thought we had Bill’s card?” He brings up.
“Yes but for his stuff.” I toss the cherries into the cart. “And I have all the boy’s cards.”
“Why?” He quizzes, he was still holding the bag of apples but paying attention to me as I look at the other fruit. “They trusted me with them. They asked for specific things.” I enlighten him as he was acting like he was offended that no one trusted him with the cards.
“Are you upset, Tommy?” I pretended to pout, he just flips me off in response causing me to laugh. “How are you so trustworthy?” He places his hands on his hips after putting the apples in the cart. I take a deep breath, looking up at him from the fruit. “How are you?” I rebuttal in defense.
“How am I not?”
“You’re acting like a child Tommy.” I toss a few more things into the buggy, starting to walk to another section and Tom follows suit. He stays silent for a few moments and so I just go back to putting some vegetables into the baggies they give out not paying attention to the dreadhead anymore.
Next thing I know he has a cucumber in my face. “You need this?” He waves it around and I just stare at him as he laughs. “Oh wait, you got Jace for that now.” He goes to place it down but my silence alarms him so his eyes are squinted as he looks up at me as if he knows so much already. “Are you guys not good anymore?” He picks the same cucumber back up.
“We’re fine.” I laugh, shoving the vegetable away from me. “I don’t know, your face is telling me otherwise.” He takes a baggy and puts it into there. I take a deep breath and try walking away from him but he just speeds up his pace to stay next to me. “Hey, it’s cool if you’re having issues.” He starts smacking the bagged cucumber on his hand. “We aren’t. And why would I replace him with a vegetable?” I keep the same fast pace and he started struggling to do the same as he grabbed onto his pants to keep them up.
“Ah, you got a lil something in your drawer?” He smirks again, playing with his piercing. I just playfully gag, shoving him away from me. “You’re gross, Tom.”
“You aren’t denying it.”
“Fine,” I stop by the deli section now. “I don’t have a dildo. I’m not replacing Jace he’s just a little much right now.” I inform him, grabbing some sandwich meat for Georg.
“A little much?” He raises a brow.
“A little clingy.” I sigh, I can’t believe I’m talking to Tom about this out of all the band members. Of course, he’s not going to say anything to them but still. “Clingy?”
“Stop repeating what I’m saying by shortening it a little bit.” I snap and he puts his hands up in defense. “My bad, but what’s so bad about clingy?”
“Remember how he left me at 16? Since I traveled so much and everything?” I remind him and he nods. He wasn’t exactly around during that time but also Tom and I started our hatred for each other a few months before Jace came around. Which was when I just turned 15.
“I remember.” He nods, “Well, the night of our first show he told me he wants us back. And As excited as I was to see him before the show, it made me think back to the actual very beginning.” I exclaim, tensing my hands around the bar of the cart. “Him leaving was too hard. I’m not doing it again. Honestly, I don’t want the same thing again.” I overly explain at this point and it makes me just want to shut my mouth right away but his response made me want to let the words flow like a stream.
“You have every right to how you think but you should let him know before we leave. Or ghost his ass on tour.” He tells me and I start chuckling. “I can’t do that.”
“I mean nothing is stopping you.”
“My mind.” I point to my head dramatically.
“What’s making you keep him around?” He throws a cereal box into the cart along with bendy straws that are around it. I give him a weird look but just ignore it. “Can I get deep with you?” I bite at my bottom lip, staring at him. I don’t know what I’m doing. We hate each other and all of a sudden we’re in a store talking like we’ve been friends for the past three years.
“I won’t tell anyone we got along if you won’t.” He sticks his hand out, stopping in the middle of the aisle like I did in the deli section. I glance down at his hand and then back at him. “Deal.” I shake on it.
“I don’t think anyone else could love me as much as he does. I don’t want to lose that.” I laugh awkwardly, it feels weird saying it out loud. Again… to Tom. “Don’t think like that. His love is phony young love. You could definitely find something better.” He throws a few more things in the cart and at this point, his stuff was overpowering everyone else. If anything I’ll put some on Bill’s card and I won’t tell him.
“You don’t know that though.” I remind him. “Dude, there’s guys around the world who would just love to fucking poke you. Trust me there’s someone.” He says a bit harshly but I had to give it to him, he was right.
Guys getting even eye contact from me to blow their minds. But I don’t want that. I want someone to want me for me not for because they knew me from my fame. “I am pretty great.” I gloat.
“Ah, don’t get too ahead of yourself.” He shakes his hands in my direction and I roll my eyes. “Like you aren’t?” We enter the toiletry area. “I am simply humble.” He says and I lift my eyebrows giving him a certain look and he starts laughing.
“Okay.” I stretch up to reach a certain toilet paper and as I was grabbing it I didn’t see but there was one above about to fall. “Woah, be careful.” He comes right behind me, catching it but accidentally bumping me so his hand is on my waist to make sure we both don’t fall. I quickly turn around and apologize profusely. “Dude, you’re good.” He laughs, putting the toilet paper not where it was beforehand and then taking the one I held and putting it into the cart.
The rest of the time was pretty simple, once we got to the register we had to make a bunch of different payments for each member, along with a few things for Johanna. Tom’s stuff took the longest and I’m surprised we even fit everything into one cart.
Leaving together he took the cart this time and I just walked beside him. It was a more comfortable silence now.
“Today was pretty good,” I said after we put all the stuff into my car. He looked at me, tilting his head. “Surprisingly… Yeah, it was.” He agreed.
“Maybe we don’t have to hate each other anymore?” I laugh and he takes a deep breath. “That’s gonna be pretty hard.” My mouth goes into an ‘O’ shape, “Wow.” I huff out a little laugh and he grins at me. “We don’t gotta hate each other but don’t think the comments are gonna stop.” He points at me. “Wouldn’t dream of it because mine aren’t stopping either.”
This chapter is a little rushed and trust me their enemy part is not over yet. This is a decoy hoe. So be ready. I'm also incredibly sick right now so it's very hard to focus I've had like a lot of breaks typing this out so that's why it took so long. I'm sorry for that and I'm hoping I feel better tomorrow so I can write more. Thank you for your patience.
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Antoine ran back into the room, quickly followed by Josephine and his Aunt Marguerite. The older woman took one look at Zelda and asked Florence how far apart her contractions were.
“They’re almost simultaneous now. Less than a minute between each one.”
Antoine's panicked eyes grew even wider and he couldn't hide the raw rage in his voice, “What does that mean? Tante I swear to God if anything happens to her…”
“Josephine, take your brother downstairs, now. Stay with him. Keep him calm, and keep him there.”
Jo pulled a reluctant Antoine to the club below, his protests growing louder with each step.
Antoine paced the parquet floorboards of the club for almost two hours, his embossed velvet shoes making a continuous, anxious song as the sun rose outside the double doors. Jo offered him one cup of coffee after another. “Whiskey, Jo. I want whiskey damnit.”
Over and over again she told him no, no whiskey. So they smoked an endless chain of cigarettes, occasionally hearing a scream reverberate down the stairs from above. Each time Antoine would throw his lit cigarette onto the ground, dashing for the door, and Jo would stomp it out only to grab him by the wrist, calming him with promises that their aunt and Florence knew how to help Zelda better than they could.
Finally their aunt appeared in the doorway, her face immediately putting Antoine at ease.
“You may come upstairs now; both mother and child are resting and healthy. Antoine, my dear, you have a little girl.”
Antoine rushed past them all, straight into the room where Zelda lay. She was holding a tiny baby, wrapped neatly in a white sheet so that you could barely see the tuft of black hair at the top. Florence was speaking quietly to her, offering words of reassurance and pride that Antoine could barely make out.
Zelda looked up at the new visitors entering the room, her exhausted eyes brightening as soon as she saw Antoine. With a small smile, she beckoned him over onto the bed.
Josephine looked at them, so lost in their own little world, fawning over the tiniest baby she had ever seen. She stood on her tiptoes and leaned in to get a glimpse of the child without disturbing Antoine and Zelda. Even from a distance it was clear that the child’s eyes were a deep olive green, just like her own and her mother’s had once been.
On the bed, the new parents seemed to lose sight of anyone in the room other than their newborn. They just sat in happy silence, stealing glances at one another, simply thankful that the three of them were together. As Antoine gazed down at his daughter with happiness in his eyes, his aunt signed the birth certificate: Violette Darlington, born August 1924, paternity unknown.
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#1924#ts4 decades challenge#sims 4 decades challenge#sims 4 historical#ts4 historical#sims 4 legacy#ts4 legacy#sims 4 story#ts4 story#the darlingtons#1920s#tw childbirth#tw pregnancy#tw labor#florence darlington#zelda darlington#antoine duplanchier#josephine duplanchier#violette darlington
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Day 9: The very noisy night
➢prompt: sleeping in shifts
➢character: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw
➢warnings: traumatic birth, mentions of hemorrhaging, mentions of cardiac arrest, lack of sleep, mentions of alcoholism, mentions of trauma, happy-ish ending (jo told me no more unhappy endings. . . for now)
➢word count: 2.2k
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Bradley had never realized how fragile life could be until the moment his newborn daughter was placed in his arms. Being able to hold a life in his hands was both the scariest and fantastic thing he had ever done. Years of feeling like no one cared, nothing mattered, that it would be so easy to just slip away from everything, to be reunited with the ones that he lost. He had spent nights crying into his pillow, looking at the bottle of pills on his desk, thinking how easily he could end everything. But then he would never get to this moment in his life.
“Bradley, she’s not crying,”
Those words cut through him like a knife as he looked down at the newborn on his wife’s chest. Her skin was a pale gray, and her body was still, as a nurse tried rubbing her back with a towel. Bradley looked up at the nurse, whose face was crumpled in concern as she tried to get the baby to cry.
“Why isn’t she crying?! What’s going on!?”
“We gotta get her to the NICU,” A doctor said, and quickly took their baby away from them. She let out a primal yell as they took her baby from her, and whisked her away. All Bradley could do was hold his wife as she tried to push herself up from the bed to go with their daughter.
“She’s crashing!” A nurse yelled, and BRadley felt like he couldn’t breathe.
“Baby?” Bradley looked down at his wife’s lifeless body against his.
“You need to move,” A nurse said, grabbing Bradley’s arm and pulling him away from his wife. He couldn’t even comprehend what was happening as nurses, techs and doctors ran into the room and pushed him out. His mouth had gone dry as he stared at the closed door.
There was a term in the military called “Hurry up and Wait”, something that most members hated. That’s what it felt like at that very moment as Bradley paced the floor of the waiting room, as he waited for a doctor to come and update him on his family. The last glimpses he had was of his daughter not breathing, and his wife dying in his arms. He took a seat, letting out a sigh, and looking at his hands. They shook with anxiety, as he wiped the tears falling from his eyes. Bradley Bradshaw wasn’t sure if he could go through another loss of losing the two people that meant the most to him.
“Mr. Bradshaw?” Bradley picked his head up as he saw his wife and daughter’s doctor, Doctor Carpenter, in front of him. He stood up and had a smile on his face, but it quickly dropped seeing the expression on her face, “Your wife is in recovery, but she is still in a coma, to help her body recover. Your daughter is currently in the NICU.”
“Can I see them?” Bradley asked, and Doctor Carpenter nodded.
A midwife brought Bradley into a room, where his daughter was at. She was still connected to wires and tubes, and her heartbeat was displayed on a monitor. Bradley had never been so happy to hear that annoying beeping sound in his life. The midwife helped him get dressed in a gown and he put a face mask on. He walked over to the rocking chair in the room, as a nurse gathered the small baby from the incubator.
“Alright, be mindful of the tubes,” She said, and handed the small baby to Bradley, “There you go.”
Bradley nodded, not taking his eyes off the small human in his arms, “Hi there,” He said. The nurse left the room, giving Bradley a moment alone, “You’re a strong kid, Caroline. Ya know. . . you look just like grandma Carole, I think it’s the blue eyes.”
It had been three months since the birth of Caroline Marie Bradshaw, and the first day since Bradley and Y/N could bring her home. The doctors were worried about her sleep apnea, and were waiting until she got a little bit stronger before sending her home with her parents. It sucked, it was one of the worst things ever being discharged and not taking his baby home with them. But Bradley and Y/N spent every single day going and visiting Caroline, and would spend the night. Even members of the Dagger Squad would come and sit with Caroline so they could shower or go eat.
“Breaking the munchkin out of jail?” Bradley said, as he walked out of the hospital with his wife. Y/N smiled and looked down at the baby sleeping in her carseat carrier.
“Yeah,” Y/N said, “I’m ready to be home.”
“I am too,” Bradley said, and kissed her forehead, before opening the door to the backseat. He was thankful for all that time he spent practicing taking the carseat in and out of the base. He got the child secure in the car seat, before helping Y/N in. She was still a bit sore from giving birth, but was slowly getting her strength back up.
Bradley drove about 10 miles under the speed limit, and despite Y/N saying he could go faster, he didn’t. Bradley was terrified of bringing Caroline home. At least at the hospital they had doctors and nurses by their side to help them in case something went wrong, but now they were on their own. Y/N seemed to be adjusting to the role of being a parent a lot better than Bradley was. Bradley carried in Caroline, while Y/N carried in her diaper bag.
“Well, this is home, Caroline,” Bradley whispered as he set the carrier down on the floor. He undid the buckles and pulled her out, fitting her into his strong arms, “I’ll show you around.”
Y/N laughed and set her bag down, before going out to the car to get the rest. She let Bradley show Caroline around the house and the backyard as she unpacked the bags from the hospital. She adjusted some stuff in the nursery, and pulled some stuff into their bedroom. Y/N sighed as she looked at the bassinet that had been sitting empty for three months, and smiled as she realized that it’ll finally have an occupant. The Bradshaws made it through the first day, and ended it with giving Caroline a bath in the kitchen sink. Rooster was tense and Y/N giggled as he apologized for getting water on their daughter. Y/N changed Caroline, and nursed her, they both got some skin to skin contact, before putting Caroline in her bassinet.
“That’s how it should be,” Rooster said softly, looking at his sleeping daughter, “Not empty. I don’t like seeing it empty.”
“I don’t either,” Y/N said, and stood up on her tiptoes to kiss his lips, “Not sure about you, but I am exhausted.”
“Yeah, go to sleep, mama, I’ll stay up for a bit.”
“You need to sleep too Bradley,” Y/N said, “Remember what the nurse said, ‘sleep when baby sleeps’.”
“I know, I know,” Bradley said, “I’ll be right there.”
Y/N nodded and walked over to the bed, pulling the covers back and climbing in. Bradley watched her settle into bed, and looked back at his daughter, who was asleep. Bradley couldn’t sleep, he was too scared to sleep. He was still slightly concerned that this was all a dream. That when he wakes up, this day would all be gone. Bradley sat on the bench at the end of their bed and watched their daughter, waiting for her to cry or to possibly stop breathing.
That pattern went on for the first week. Bradley was only catching cat naps during the day, when Y/N was awake and Caroline was asleep. At night, he’d lay next to Y/N until she dozed off, then he would get up, sit on the bench and watch Caroline sleep, waiting for the moment her breath would catch. Except it never happened, but every noise or movement she made, had Bradley on high alert. Y/N didn’t know what was going on with Bradley. That he was having nightmares about the day Caroline was born. He could still see the terror on Y/N, the nurses, and the doctors face when Caroline wasn’t crying and then when Y/N’s heart stopped beating. The words that the nurse yelled played in his mind on repeat.
Y/N knew she was sleeping too long. Her biological alarm clock had been adjusted to match with Caroline’s feeding schedule, and right now, she had been asleep too long. Y/N moved her hand, patting the empty side of her bed, and finding that the spot was cold. She pushed herself up from the bed, and looked around the room, finding it vacant for both her baby and her husband. Y/N got up, and tied her robe around her body, before rushing down to the nursery. Her mind was racing, the worst possible cases running through her mind. It was every parent's worst fear.
“Caroline, please, I don’t know what you want!” Y/N could hear Bradley’s anguished voice sound from the living room. She ran down the stairs to see Bradley walking around the living room, trying to soothe Caroline’s cries.
“Brad?” Y/N called out softly, “What are you doing?”
“Go back to sleep, I got this,” Bradley said.
“Bradley,” Y/N said again, and took a step closer to him, “Bradley, look at me,” Bradley looked at his wife. His eyes were wide, but also looked tired. He had dark bags under his eyes, and his hair was a mess. He hadn’t shaved in a couple days, and his beard started to grow in, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“For the safety of our child, Bradley, are you okay?” Bradley let out a shaky sigh as he looked down at Caroline. He felt tears brim his eyes as he shook his head no. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” Y/N said, placing a hand on his shoulder, “Let me take her from you, okay?” Bradley nodded and handed Y/N the baby, “It’s okay Bradley. Thank you for telling me.”
“I would never hurt her,” Bradley sobbed out, “I’m not a monster. I love her.” Y/N shushed him, and got Caroline situated to feed.
“I never said you would,” Y/N said, once Caroline’s cries ceased and she was feeding away, “It’s things happen when parents get tired. I know you read the books and know what could happen. It’s not on purpose, it’s by accident. I know you would never hurt Caroline.”
Bradley nodded, and sat down on the couch, holding his head in his hands, “I feel like such a shitty parent. I put my child in danger cause I can’t get over my stupid nightmares.”
“Bradley, you’re having nightmares?”
Bradley nodded once again, “Ever since she was born. That. . .that moment where I didn’t know if you two were okay, plays in my head constantly.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Y/N said, and put her hand on his thigh, “Rooster, it’s more important than ever that we are talking to each other right now.”
“I didn’t know what to say,” He sniffled, “I am supposed to be this great. . . fearless aviator, facing death like it's nothing, saving the day. But I am so scared I am going to go to sleep and wake up, and everything is just gone.”
Y/N moved off the couch, so she could kneel in front of Bradley, Caroline was still in her arms suckling away. Y/N caressed Bradley’s face with one hand. She had seen this look of fear in his eyes before, it was years ago after the uranium mission. She had to help him move past his nightmares then.
“It’s okay to be scared, Bradley. What happened to the both of us was terrifying. But it's not okay to just bottle it up inside of you. Remember what happened last time?”
Bradley hung his head in shame. Bradley nearly lost everything after the uranium mission. Instead of turning to therapy and talking, he turned to alcohol and anger. He would come home, drunk, night after night and pick a fight about anything and everything. Y/N had called off their engagement, and left him, giving him an ultimatum. Bradley had nearly lost her then, and knew he had to clean up his act.
“Please don’t leave me,” He whispered.
“I’m not, we’re not. But you need to talk to someone, okay? It’s more than just me now,” Y/N looked down at her daughter, and Bradley nodded, “And if it brings you some comfort, we can sleep in shifts. Every. . . 3-4 hours or so.”
“It would,” Bradley nodded, “It would help my nerves. And I promise, first thing Monday, I’ll go talk to the chaplain.” Y/N nodded and leaned in to kiss her husband’s lips, “I love you, so much.”
“I love you, Bradley. We both do.”
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HAPPY SUNDAY LOVELIES! 🖤
Ooof what a week. Busy with work, but I'm on vacation again next week, woo! Plenty of time to write, and catch up on my reading list and I can't wait. 🤗
The weather has turned over the last two weeks here where I live in the UK, and it's very rainy and cold, so I'm looking forward to snuggling up with warm fuzzy socks and hot chocolate on the regular. 😍
So without further ado, let's crack on with this week's Whip Round.
Jack, will you do the honours?
Catch up on last week here, sugar
☆ Things I've posted this week
Five Days - Chapter 8 - I honestly don't want this series to end... But we're getting into the thick of it now. Thank you for all the love for Joel & Reader. 🖤
Thrash Metal - Dieter Bravo One Shot. Thots about a pierced Dieter birthed this and I am not sorry.
The Bow Tie - Dieter Bravo GIFLET
Self-Care With Dieter & Jett focused on loss this week. It was a bit of a heavy subject, but two special guests, Agent Whiskey & Marcus Moreno, stopped by to share their stories.
A Loving Ode To The Writers is my message to all the incredible writers out there in the fandom. And a big F you to all the haters.
This Week's Writer Wow shone the spotlight on my fellow Ezra bae @sp00kymulderr whom I just adore for so many reasons. And you will too, go give them a follow if you're not already. 🖤
☆ Things I'm currently working on
I've teased out my next series after Five Days to some of my friends on Discord this week - teehee... 🤭 Stay tuned for it coming in January.
Got a couple of one shots on the go and as always plenty more GIFLETS to come.
☆ Things I've read this week
I've book marked quite a lot to read and catch up on this week. I'm planning on catching up with some of my favourite writers too next week whilst I am off work.
Some fics that stood out to me this week were:
Be Good, Be Quiet - @undercoverpena Jo mentioned that she wasn't so innocent this week, and after reading this, she's absolutely right. 😜 Holy smokes, this was super hot and made me all up in my sexy Joel feels! Oof. Check it out, it will not disappoint! Innocent my ass, Jo... pfffft. 😉
Sub!Frankie & Bondage - @swiftispunk I had the biggest grin on my face reading this and if you've read it too, you'll know why. Good God this was excellent and packed so much punch! 🔥
Letterman Jacket - @fuckyeahdindjarin I've had this Javi P fic saved on my TBR for a while and am kicking myself I haven't read it sooner because it is utterly divine. Still thinking about that damn jacket now... 😍
Dry Run - @chronically-ghosted Once again, Taylor knocks it well and truly out of the park, this time with Javi P dancing with you. And I couldn't be more enthused or enthralled reading this. It's a scorcher. 🥵
Hoofbeats - @psychedelic-ink I'm a sucker for this pairing of Joel & Whiskey, and this story was exceptionally good with the imagery and feels. I absolutely loved it. 🥰
All these fics and more will be added to my Pedro Character Fic Rec List too.
Just want to give a shoutout to this post too from @fuckyeahpaperco by @fuckyeahdindjarin who makes stunning, and I mean STUNNING Pedro stationary. I can't wait to get my hands on some, been eyeing those post-its! I will be treating myself for sure. Perfect little stocking fillers in time for Christmas too! 🎄
☆ What have I been watching/listening to this week?
I caught up on some Pedro Podcasts this week whilst at work, some of them I hadn't actually listened to in full before...
I've made a playlist putting them all together, and it also includes Pedro's episode on Motherhacker. So, please feel free to click on and have a listen for yourself if you haven't.
My absolute favourite has to be the Talk Art Podcast. Hearing Pedro talk about art he loves is phenomenal.
☆ What have I been up to this week?
Working, and squeezing in some reading and writing. The weather hasn't been too great here for hiking the last two weeks, so I'm itching to get out this week and go for a hike if I can, stretch the ol' legs.
I hope you guys have had a great week and are enjoying the weekend. That wraps it up for this week so I'll catch you on the next Whip Round.
Stay kind, stay creamy. Let's skedaddle, Jack. 🖤
🖤
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Could you write an Andrew DeLuca imagines x pregnant reader?
Andrew DeLuca x Pregnant!Reader
When you find out that you’re pregnant, you’re thrilled! You have no idea what to do, though, because you want to tell Andrew but you want to ask your friends for advice on how to but shouldn’t Andrew know before other people? It sends you for a spiral, and it’s almost more nerve-wracking than being pregnant itself.
So, you try to get advice in secret. You ask Meredith how she told Derek she was pregnant, then Bailey how she told her husband, Callie how she told Arizona and Mark, etc. Safe to say, they’re not very helpful. So, you end up paging Andrew. He arrives, confused, and you’re so happy that you just blurt it out.
He’s so so excited! Literally picks you up and twirls you around. That man is gonna dote on you and your child forever. He’s always offering to carry things, asking if you need to sit, offering to give massages, literally anything he can do. He also reads up on it (so much so that Arizona says he should go into fetal surgery).
Carina becomes your OB/GYN and she’s very excited to become an aunt. And so is everyone else in the hospital when they find out! It’s not just yours and Andrew’s baby, it’s everyone’s. Meredith and Arizona are your go-tos about motherhood and they give some great advice. Bailey is pretty good with that, too.
When your water breaks, it’s chaos. Everyone loses it. It happens in the middle of the workday in the ER, and when April and Owen notice, they immediately get you a wheelchair. As you’re wheeled throughout the hospital, everyone notices and Andrew gets about five different pages. One from Arizona, Jo, Carina, Owen, and Maggie. Everyone follows, too, and they have to be forced into the waiting room.
Andrew is very supportive the entire time, letting you squeeze his hand as hard as you need to and bringing you whatever you need. He’s also cheering you on. He’s so happy when you birth your child and won’t leave your side.
He’ll be the best dad.
#andrew deluca#andrew deluca x reader#andrew deluca imagine#greys anatomy fanfiction#greys anatomy x reader#greys anatomy#grey’s anatomy#greys fanfic#greys anatomy imagines
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TO BE (yours) // KNJ
he'll give in... right?
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oc has always had a crush on her bodyguard, nam joon. when her monthly family dinner goes to shit, she turns to him for comfort. tonight, it was different. tonight, he just might give her exactly what she wants
navi | m. list | ask me !
pairing: bodyguard nam joon + heiress oc
au/genre:
bodyguard au
one shot
porn with(out) plot
warnings: oc has some grandma issues, oc is insanely unhinged (oc makes nam joon watch as she pleasures herself), masturbation/fingering (oc makes him hold her hand while she fingers herself), nipple play, blow job (oc chokes), slapping (of face and ass) and riding... name calling (joon calls her a slut, whore, and bitch), cockwarming ?? making out,, yeah idk ! find the rest out for urself ;)
note: happy birthday @joonsjuice LMAO
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“I hate this fucking life!”
Before you can slam your bedroom door shut, a foot is placed to prevent you from doing so.
You huff, knowing exactly who is following you.
There was no point putting up a fight. Regardless of what you do, you know exactly how he would handle you. So, you move on. You focus on your feelings and the stress wrapped around it. As you take off your skirt and unbutton your blouse, he makes his way to his regular position.
Nam Joon stands beside the door, feet firmly planted on the ground, his hands placed in front, and his gaze straight ahead. If this was any other bodyguard, their presence would irritate you and ignite your anger even more… But this was Nam Joon.
It’s different.
Oddly enough, there's a sense of comfort when he's around. It feels like it's okay for you to be angry and throw a tantrum. He'd cover for you. He'd protect you. He'd deal with you.
Regardless, this is routine.
Once a month, you attend your infamous grandmother’s family dinner. There, you’d share your company’s progress and plans, and receive criticism.
No praise.
No empathy.
No encouragement.
It is never good enough for her. Even though you have a more successful business than your siblings and cousins—it meant nothing To your grandmother, it didn’t matter.
It always better.
To do better.
To be better.
After these horrendous dinners, you’d go home in tears. The pressure she’d put on you is often unnecessary, but you feel it. To your very core, you feel how intense the need to please her is.
Sometimes, you were angry. Often, you were sad.
For comfort, you’d typically contact your family friend, Jung Hoseok for some… Release. Sometimes, it was talking things through. Other times, it included fucking… But those nights were rare.
During those times, Nam Joon would wait outside the door. It made you wonder that night if he liked what he heard… Or if he felt jealous…
If he even gave it a second thought at all.
You see…
You’ve been unhinged since birth. By your grandmother’s orders, she hired a bodyguard service for you. To keep you in check or whatever (as if you’re this wild child that isn’t running the biggest company in your family). To keep you safe. To keep an eye on you. To keep you from doing bad things.
Sucks to suck because the only bad thing you want to do is your bodyguard.
Thank you, Grandma!
When Nam Joon came into your life, it felt like Christmas. He’s tall, handsome, smart, and funny in his own ways. If anything, he’s perfect for you. Aside it being his job, you really feel like he knows you. Your next moves and even your feelings—he’s good at predicting and protecting them.
It’s like not you could hide your intentions and attraction either. No, you take any and every chance to flirt with him.
Truth be told, you really need him to dick you down.
“Crazy how I’m literally changing in front of you and you would rather look at the wall,” you tease, as you unclip your bra and throw it at his head.
Nam Joon removes your bra from his head and continues to stay silent. Him ignoring you is something he does when he knows your emotions are high.
Rolling your eyes, you open your closet and grab your pajamas. You chose wisely, of course… You noticed Nam Joon’s eyes linger a little longer when you wear flimsy things. So, that’s exactly what you wear tonight.
A little ditzy floral pyjama set.
The fabric itself is thin and tight, making it easy for your nipples and the curve of your breast to be outlined. The shorts are practically panties… Guess you won’t be needing underwear either, right?
Once you put on the top, you bend down to take your underwear off. You throw it back, aiming for his head again. Perfectly, it lands just where you want it to.
“Oops! Sorry, I meant to get that in my laundry bin.” You explain, laughing as you put the shorts on.
You see Nam Joon’s shoulders rise and fall. He sighs, as he takes your underwear off of his head and places it in your laundry bin for you.
Cutely, you bump into him as you make your way to bed. Nam Joon purses his lips at you, almost feeling the need to choke when he sets his eyes on your pajamas.
You were doing this on purpose.
He knows it.
Tilting your head at him, you ask, “Do you like it?”
Nam Joon clears his throat as he stands to the side. Gestures at your bed, he ignores your question but replies with; “you’ve had a long day, Ms. ___. Please go to bed.”
“You know what else is long?”
“Ms. ___—”
“Oh, come on!” you whine, as you drop to your knees. “It’s not like this is the first time I’ve asked.”
“It’s also not the first time I’m saying no,” he chuckles. Then, he bends down, grabs you by the waist, and lifts you.
Your heart begins to race as he carries you.
He’s done this only a couple of times—more because you were having a temper-tantrum and he had to remove you from the environment. There was also this one time when you were crying so much at your grandmother’s dinner table that he swooped in like a knight in shining armour. That was probably the day you felt something for him…
A feeling beyond your wet pussy, that is.
Nam Joon sets you gently on your bed. As you lay, you reach for his hand. He turns to you and blinks.
“Joon…”
“Did you need something?”
“You.”
He squints his eyes at you.
“Go to sleep, Ms. ___.”
“Awh, come on!” you cry as he leaves your side. You miss your heart fluttering already. “You don’t even have to make me cum—”
With a warning tone, he interrupts you. “Goodnight, Ms. ___.”
Annoyed, you shift around your bed and attempt to make yourself comfortable. Unfortunately for you, all you can think about are your grandmother’s harsh words from tonight's dinner and the silence of your siblings and cousins whose lips did not even twitch to defend you.
Your grandmother’s invasive words begin to consume you. The feeling is… Horrible. It was rough, to say the least. Maybe, instead of distracting yourself… You could use Nam Joon for something else.
“Do you think my grandma hates me?” you ask with a weary tone.
Nam Joon reaches over to dim your bedroom lights and takes his time to walk back to his placement. As he does so, he thinks about it. This was also routine of you….
To hit on him, to get sad and look for comfort, and then finally go to sleep. It wasn’t every night—just the family dinner ones. On the regular, it would just be you making one or two flirtatious commentaries and then falling asleep as soon as possible.
Moments where you look for validation and comfort he thinks these are the purest moments of you. The fact that you’re about to rest, but can’t because you’re reflecting on the things that make you feel uneasy… Well, let’s just say that it’s on the list of reasons why he hasn’t quit his job. Aside from liking his profession, he also likes you.
There’s never a dull moment.
“I think she just wants you to be the best.” He answers plainly. “She just doesn’t express it well.”
You sigh. “So that means what I do right now isn’t the best? It’s not good enough? Is that it?”
“No,” Nam Joon shakes his head. “I think she expects more because you are more. The potential she wants from you is real because it lives in you. She’s impatient about seeing it, but business is all about growth and building. Ms. ___, you know you’re amazing, right? You’re perfect. Your grandmother could never hate you even though it may feel like it.”
Snickering, you cross your arms. “Are you just saying that because you’re on her payroll?”
“No,” he assures you. “I’m saying it because it’s the truth. Besides, you’re smart enough to know when I’m lying anyway.”
His words hit you.
Suddenly feel better. There’s no other way of explaining why. Sometimes, all you really need is a friend… But being friends with Nam Joon?
You hate that.
“... So, you think I’m amazing?”
Nam Joon doesn’t respond.
So, you try again.
“If I’m so amazing… Then, why don’t you want me? No one’s here, you know! It’s just you and me. Nothing bad is gonna happen… You don’t need to protect me—”
“Ms. ___—”
“I’ve wanted you for so long… You know it too! Come on, I know you just as well as you know me—“
“Highly doubt that, princess.”
“I want to know you… All of you,” you confess, quickly getting out of bed. You stand in front of him and look up at him. Batting your eyelashes, you try to sound as innocent as possible. “Tell me you don’t want me.”
Nam Joon feels a shiver.
He gulps as you place your hand on his chest, slowly moving it around to feel him. In an even slower motion, you begin to slide your hand down from his chest to his abdomen. He lowers his gaze at you as you give him pleading eyes. Gulping, he watches your hands make their way to his belt.
Then, he stops you.
Just as you’re about to unbuckle it, he grabs your wrists and pulls you up.
“I don’t want you.”
His words cut deep and his tone is harsh.
Too harsh.
There’s a look in his eyes that you’re well aware of. In that understanding, you don’t feel so awful anymore. So, you keep your head high. If he wants to play like this, then so be it.
Let’s play.
“Good thing I’m smart and I know when you’re lying.” You then place your hand on his cheeks and squish his lips together. Tiptoeing, you place a small kiss on his lips.
Nam Joon is caught off guard.
This never happened before! It never went this far…
He thought he was immune to you. In a cliché sense, he didn’t this would happen. He’d be an idiot to not recognize that sexual tension between you two since the very beginning—but he never pictured it like this.
He never pictured his dreams to come true.
Just as Nam Joon is about to give in, you pull away.
It’s then that he hates himself. He wishes he spent more time memorizing the way your lips felt against his. Who knows if you’d ever do this to him again, right? This was a once-in-a-million for him.
You’re his one.
“Since you want to stand there and watch… Fine. Stand there and watch.”
Without saying another word, you twirl his tie in your hand and gentle tug him to follow as you make your way back to your bed. Nam Joon doesn’t really move though. He stays still, only letting his head turn as you let go of his tie. He watches with lustful eyes as you crawl onto your bed. Positioning yourself, you lean your back against your headboard and sit up in a way where you can comfortably plant your feet. Nam Joon’s eyes almost fall out of his head the second you suck on your fingers, open your legs, and shove your lubed fingers inside your shorts.
Nam Joon feels stuck.
He should look away, right? For some reason, he can’t. He has looked the other way every time you changed or tried to kiss him… Tonight, was different.
Tonight, he was weak.
As you let out a breathy moan, you begin to rub yourself.
Feeling the way your soft pussy is against your fingers, you whimper at the thought of Nam Joon caving and taking his place in between your legs. You apply some pressure and rub circles on your clit. Doing this begins slowly, but as you stare at Nam Joon in his suit, you can’t help but feel sensations in your pelvis. You rub yourself faster, feeling your legs tighten as you do so.
You rub yourself for what feels like a good 5 minutes. Noticing how quiet it suddenly became and how he’s not making any comments, you take this opportunity to tease him.
With a small voice, you ask, “N-Nam Joon… A-are y-you watching?”
He doesn’t respond.
“Can y-you look at me, p-please?” you stutter through the sensation. “I’m touching my pussy for you… So you have to be watching, okay? This is for you.”
Expecting silence, Nam Joon surprises you with his words.
“I’m watching, princess.”
You feel a relief.
In an even softer tone, you whine, “Good. D-do you like it? Do you like what you see? Am I doing it right?”
“Yeah,” he confesses. “Doing so good, princess. Don’t stop.”
Biting your lip, you spread your legs out even more. As you rub yourself, you squirm from the feeling of this not being enough.
Meanwhile, Nam Joon feels like he’s stuck in a trance. He can’t keep his eyes off of you as you pleasure yourself. He wishes to do it for you… But not yet. A part of him is curious to see how far you can push yourself. How much can you take? How far will you go? He wants to know when he’s needed… He wants to wait it out and let you have this.
“My pussy is leaking through my shorts… Is it pretty?”
Nam Joon’s breath hitches. “Yeah. It’s pretty.”
“I’m glad you think so… I’m thinking of you. You made this mess.”
The truth is, he’s afraid when you give this to him… He won’t be able to quit. He’ll be selfish. He’ll have you any way he wants and ignore what you want. So, this is him being considerate. This is him being patient. This is him letting you have your fun.
“Should I stick my fingers inside?”
He utters a hiss... Yet, with a soft tone, he encourages you, “Do what you want.”
“I need help.”
Nam Joon huffs. “You can do it yourself. If you can start this, you can finish.”
You groan, throwing your head back. “A-arghh, fine… Can you hold my hand though?”
He raises a brow.
But he also picks up his feet and makes his way to you.
He stands on the side of your bed and offers you his hand. Gladly, you take it. With your other hand, you split your folds open. Tugging on his hand, you pout.
“Can you spit on it? I would do it but… Your spit would help me cum faster.”
Too stunned to speak, Nam Joon sucks his inner cheek, runs his tongue along his teeth, and gathers spit from the back of his throat. He then leans over and—
“Mhmm,” you moan, massaging his spit in your pussy. “Fuck, that got me so horny. Are you horny?”
Nam Joon glares at you.
“Hurry up and cum,” he hisses. “ I’m supposed to be watching—”
“You are, aren’t you?”
Nam Joon gets the feeling you’re alluding to something completely different from his job. It makes him sick to his stomach that he’s fucking into it. God, did you have to be this compelling? All he can do is push you away… At least, try to.
“This is getting ridiculous.”
You let a small laugh escape your lips. “Are you serious?”
He shrugs.
“Nam Joon, you’re holding my hand, spitting on my pussy, and about to watch me finger myself… Me asking you if you’re horny is where you’re deciding this is ridiculous—”
“___, just fucking cum already.”
Instantly, you roll your eyes at him.
The attitude.
He needs his dick sucked or something.
In response, you wiggle your fingers at him. He gives you a blank expression and turns away for a moment. You take that as your sign to start. With one finger, you insert it inside you. Your pussy clenches and your reaction extends to you squeezing Nam Joon’s hand. As you finger yourself, you try to focus on hitting your climax.
It’s much more frustrating than it is easy. The man whose cock you desperately want inside of you is just fucking standing there while your fingers do you no justice.
So, in the silence of your dimly lit bedroom, you shut your eyes and imagine him more intensely. You imagine Nam Joon’s fingers inside you. You imagine how his lips would feel against your skin. How his soft tongue would feel like giving your clit kitten licks. You moan at the very thought, and get excited over the fact that he’s actually here. Even though he’s not touching you the way you want right now, at least he was here.
He was watching.
Listening to every whimper.
Every breathy utter of his name.
Then, you feel the sensation in between your legs take over. You pump your fingers faster and lazily begin to rub yourself to finish off. You squirm, murmuring his name in between breaths.
Nam Joon can’t stop watching the way your pussy spreads and how tiny your fingers are. Every time you squeeze his hand, his eyes dart to the way your pussy gets more swollen. On top of that, he loves the way your chest rises. Your nipples are so fucking hard right now.
He’d kill to lick them.
To bite them.
To suck on them.
Fuck it.
Maybe he should fold.
So lost in thought, he misses it. In a blink of an eye, you cum and let out a lewd moan. As you catch your breath, you let go of his hand and massage your pussy.
“Are you finished?” Nam Joon asks.
You let out a dramatic sigh. “Yeah, I guess. It was fun but honestly? I’m still horny.”
“Not good enough?”
“You tell me,” you grab his hand and tug him to your pussy.
He didn’t expect it.
It’s too late for him. By the time he registered what you were doing, his fingers were already inbetween your folds. You hold his wrist and control the way he touches you. Dragging his hands up and down, you feel tingles begin again.
“See? I came, right?”
“Y-yeah,” Nam Joon stutters for the first time tonight. “So wet.”
You scoff. “I usually cum more than this… This is so weird! I don’t get what I did wrong. I thought of you as usual—”
“Princess…” He takes his hand away, signaling you that you’re crossing the line. Shrugging, you offer him an innocent look. “Don’t.”
“Taste me,” you suggest. “If you don’t like the way I taste then you can go back to your little spot over there and do whatever you want. You can keep listening and watching me pleasure myself… But just know, I won’t cum for a long time. I’m horny as fuck but I just can’t get off all by myself! It’s too hard… Deal?”
“Deal? You’re insane,” he grumbles. “Do you hear yourself?”
“I do…” you assure him. “Do you hear me? Because it doesn’t have to be like that. You can stand over there—hey, I’ll even let you jerk off—or you can do it yourself. Make me cum. Fuck me as hard as you can. Take what you want. Your choice.”
Nam Joon gulps as you sit up and wrap your arms around his neck. Tilting your head at him, you look into his eyes and wait for his decision.
Nam Joon waits for a second too long.
Your gaze softens as you take his silence as a no. That’s okay. You can just keep touching yourself and drag it out longer. It’d be fun for you anyway… This was his loss.
As you pull away, just as you’re about to lay down, Nam Joon cups your cheeks and crashes his lips against yours. He kisses you deep, slipping his tongue in. You waste no time, finding his tongue and sucking on it as he pull away for air. You smile against his kiss, and continue to make out with him. His hands travel from your cheeks to your breast and holy shit.
You’re so fucking happy.
He palms your breasts and pays special attention to your nipples. They’re so hard and sensitive. He knows it. So, he takes his time.
First, he pitches them lightly. You gasp and he laughs into the kiss. Mumbling, “sorry, sorry… my bad, princess,” into your kiss. He runs his thumb over your nipples, stimulating your drive evn more. He then twists them and earns another gasp from you. This time, a moan follows. Next, he cups your entire breast with his hands and squeezes them. Pulling away from the kiss, he scrunches your top over your breasts and dives in.
He licks your nipples, slaps your breasts, and bites them.
God, when he bites them—
“O-okay, okay,” you stop him, “gonna need you to start fucking me or else I’m gonna cum with you just doing this.”
“Like me that much?” he teases.
You glare at him. “Might lose interest after seeing your dick though.”
With that, Nam Joon folds.
He towers over you, as your hands instantly make their way to unbutton his shirt. Midway through, he kisses you. It’s deep and desperate—like he has wanted this for so long too.
When his shirt is off, you move on to unbuckle his belt. You do it as quickly as possible, ever so happy to finally be able to see his length. Taking his pants off, he tosses them aside.
You can’t believe it.
His cock is so perfect.
It’s chiseled like it’s meant to be art.
“Okay, y-yeah,” you choke. “I’m interested.”
Before he can even respond, Nam Joon throws his head back from the pleasure of you sucking his dick. Holy shit, you just went for it.
As your mouth wraps around his tip, you take in how he tastes. The precum that sat in the crease of his tip was a little salty. He tastes even better the more you suck. His cock in your mouth is so big. It’s full, girthy, and long. Without needing to try, his length hits the back of your throat multiple times. With teary eyes, you gag, choke, and slobber all of his fat cock.
Like a fucking dog.
Like a fucking bitch.
Like his fucking whore.
Nam Joon loves the sight.
He takes a handful of your hair and fucks himself deeper in your pretty mouth. This time, when his cock hits the back of your throat, he holds you still. You breathe in through your nose, sucking as much of him as you can. When you let out an intense gasp for air, he pulls away and feels his stomach twist as strings of your saliva drip.
Nam Joon repositions you.
He lays down on his back and places you on top of him. There, you let your hands roam his chest as he helps you take your shorts off. His pecks are large and rock-hard. You love the way they feel and as he takes heavy breaths in, you note the way his abs flex.
It’s such a beautiful sight.
“This is what you wanted, right?” Nam Joon scoffs, as he reaches for his dick. He pumps himself lazily before placing it at your entrance. “Want me so bad? Let’s see how much. Do you think you can last bouncing on my cock? You barely lasted 10 minutes fingering yourself. You were thinking about me too, right? Holding my hand and shit? Have you always been a fucking whore?”
You pout, nodding. “Yeah. I am such a fucking whore for you… I’ve been so patient. Did I wait well?”
Without warning, Nam Joon slaps you in the face.
“This is about me,” he growls. “You want me. You have me. You get to fuck me. Get that? You waited, and you got the prize. Me. Shut the fuck up and do your fucking job, slut. I’ll praise you when I want. Don’t ask for it. Understand?”
You nod.
He slaps your face again.
“Answer me, bitch.”
You bite your bottom lip. “I understand.”
“Good,” Nam Joon says, satisfied. “Whenever you’re ready…”
You purse your lips, asking for one more kiss. He kisses you, and as he does so, you take his cock and try to put it in. For some reason, perhaps because of how wet you are, his cock keeps slipping or your hole is just too fucking small for him. When he realizes what’s going on, he sits up a little.
In a low tone, he offers, “Here, I’ll help you put it in.”
You look at him as he guides it in. You watch how soft his gaze turns the minute you sink into his member. You swear he feels the butterflies too. As you adjust to his size, you begin to move a little. Rolling your hips, you also add a little bounce. For stability, you place your hands on his chest.
“That’s it,” he moans, “my slut is such a good girl.”
“Mhmm,” you breathe, “s-so good. You fill me up so good, Joon.”
As you ride him, you begin to feel more and more desperate for his cock to fuck you. This entire time, you had been doing all the work and goddamn it’s fucking exhausting. You slam your pussy onto his dick visciously, picking up the pace and trying to catch your orgasm—but you get so fucking tired.
It’s so annoying.
“I—” you cry, “a-agghhh!”
“I got you.”
Suddenly, Nam Joon wraps his arms around your body and holds you tight. It’s like a hug, but as he does it, he drills his fucking cock into you. Like never before, you feel his length reach spots you missed as you rode him. Nam Joon drills like there’s no tomorrow. It’s so rough and intense, he slaps your ass while he’s at it. You’re constantly moaning, and at this point—
“You like it like this, little slut? Such a fucking whore for wanting it like this… Gonna take my cum? Gonna get so fucked up you can’t walk tomorrow?”
“Mhmmm,” you sob. “Yes, I want it like this. J-just like that! Fuck yes, yes, yes!”
“You think about this, huh? Always imagining how it’d be like for me to fuck you? Are you happy now? Are you fucking happy? Greedy little bitch always gets what she wants, huh?”
“So happy,” you gasp. “I love your cock. You’re so good to me, Joon.”
Something inside him flips. He loves the way you say his name. He loves the way this feels and is even more in love with the way that it’s with you. With that being said…
He fucks you harder.
Rough, sloppy, messy.
It’s so fucking good that you grip onto his hair and let out a few sobs. You murmur his name into his ear and your pussy clenches every time he kisses you. You bury your face in the crook of his neck and concentrate on how blissful this all is. After a few moments—
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god—”
You cum.
But it doesn’t stop there.
Even though you came, he didn’t.
Nam Joon continues to fuck you through your orgasm as he reaches his. Feeling the sensation, he curls his toes and digs his cock deep into you as he releases. Nam Joon stuffs his cum inside you, and pumps in and out a few more times.
Then, he leaves it inside.
As his cum spills, he keeps his cock inside you. Too tired to pull out, but also too in his head. He wants this to last longer than it has. He wants it again if possible… But that’s asking for too much. He knows it.
Without exchanging any words, you lift your face and lean in. You and Nam Joon make out, nice and slow. It’s so opposite from what you two were just doing… But it was nice. You even play with his hair as you two kiss. He likes it. You know he does because he smirks against your lips.
When you pull away, it’s like a wave of emotions hit Nam Joon.
What the fuck did he just do?
He isn’t sure what to say or to do… All he knows is that it was good. It was fun. He had wanted this moment for a while too. Is that something he should regret? Getting what he has wanted and waited for? He doesn’t know.
As you two lay beside one another, you reach for him and curl into his embrace. Quickly, you fall asleep. The entire thing tired you out. Nam Joon contemplates if he should get up and resume to his usual service… Or should he just lay here? Be with you?
Was that an option?
Either way, he knows one things for sure…
He’d be here in the morning.
To protect you.
To fuck you.
To be yours.
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parenthood part nineteen: rivals
a/n: happy sunday besties!! i hope you guys enjoy this , i want all the thoughts so please let me know! reblogs are super appreciated! enjoy and sending everyone a hug xoxo (p.s. thank you to @astheskylinefalls for the name suggestion 😉)
warnings: swearing, complicated sibling/family dynamics, verbal arguments, allusions to smut
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It has to be a dream.
This is the first thought running through your head as you stand on your deck with a cup of coffee in your hand and slippers on your feet, smiling at the scene in front of you. It is a bright and beautiful Saturday morning, and when you’d awakened this morning with a groan and a refusal to get up, Rafe encouraged you to stay in bed. For once, you’d listened to him and fallen back to sleep.
Now, he stands in the shallow end of the pool with Josie in his arms, cheering Connor on as he shows the two of them his different jumps. You’ve gone unnoticed since you slipped out, and you hope it remains that way.
The second thought, the one you’re both excited for and dreading, is the arrival of three happening later today. Ever since the birth announcement of Topper and Sarah’s sweet baby girl, everyone has been waiting for them to get permission to fly so they could come home. You feel as if you’re bouncing off the walls with excitement, but also not looking forward to the drama that comes with Sarah coming home.
“Daddy, watch!” Connor exclaims, taking off and doing his best cannon-ball into the water.
Rafe and Josie cheer for him as he pops his head back up in the water, grinning with pride when he sees the clapping.
“That was great, buddy,” Rafe beams, “Right, Jo?”
“Great,” Josie agrees.
“Can Josie do a jump with me?” Connor asks.
Immediately, Josie latches onto the idea. She squirms in Rafe’s tight grip as he considers, weighing the pros and cons. You laugh to yourself, because Rafe used to tease you about being too protective over Connor. Now, as you watch him, you know he’s getting a taste of his own medicine as he considers all the ways his baby girl could hurt herself.
“Please, dada,” she begs, sticking out her bottom lip in a pout.
Rafe sighs and kisses her forehead, then nods, “Okay. But jump to me, okay, princess?”
“Okay,” she agrees.
Rafe carries Josie to the edge of the pool and lifts her up, letting her stand while she waits for Connor to join her on the side of the deck. He takes her hand once he reaches her, then explains how to do a cannon-ball.
You watch Rafe grimace with every step Josie takes; her toddler body unbalanced and her head extremely unprotected against the edge of the pool. Only once Josie has jumped in the water beside Connor and Rafe scoops her up do you see his shoulders relax.
“Did you see, Daddy?” she asks, wiping wet hair from her eyes.
“That was so good, baby,” Rafe smiles, “I’m so proud of you.”
Josie gives him a grin back, then seems to relax into his chest. Rafe kisses the top of her head as he cradles her while Connor moves over to the basketball hoop that rests near the shallow end of the pool. He fishes the ball from the water and throws up a couple of shots while Rafe watches, taking a seat on the steps of the pool.
Rafe’s eyes start to wander, and you see the exact moment his eyes catch on your figure. He grins and waves you over, never looking away as you descend from the deck and down to the pool.
“Hey, Mama!” Connor cheers, “Wanna see me shoot the ball all the way from here?”
You smile, clinging to your coffee mug, “Go for it, bub.”
He shoots and hits the rim, then frowns when the ball splashes into the water.
“Almost there, buddy, keep working on it,” Rafe encourages, then turns to you, “Hey, sweetheart.”
“Hey,” you answer, sitting down on the side and sliding your feet into the water.
“Coffee still hot for you?”
You smile before you can help it; that even after so long, Rafe still makes the coffee every morning and worries to death that it won’t be hot enough by the time you get to it.
“Yes,” you nod, “Thank you.”
He lifts his hand out of the water and places it on your bare thigh, where he gives you an encouraging squeeze. Josie sits up from his chest and gives you a wide smile, then holds her arms up to show you her floaties.
“Mommy, Daddy made me wear these,” she reports, “I can swim, though. I’m a big girl.”
“You are, honey, but you’re not done with your swim lessons yet,” you remind her.
She frowns, “So, I have to wear them?”
“Yes,” you laugh, “For now.”
“When I’m older like Bubby, can I take them off?”
“You can,” Rafe nods.
“Okay.”
She caves easily and climbs off of Rafe’s lap, standing up on the stair below you and wrapping her fist around Rafe’s pointer finger. You smile at his refusal to completely let go of her, even when she’s reaching for you.
“Did you notice the date today?” Rafe asks you softly, adjusting his sunglasses.
You nod, “Yes.”
“You think she’ll call?”
You know what you really think, but you also know what Rafe wants to hear.
Today’s the day he’s going to see his sister for the first time since she left town, and as much as Rafe doesn’t want to talk about her, you know she’s on his mind. Even if he won’t admit it.
“Maybe,” you shrug, “Do you want her to?”
“No,” he says immediately.
You nod to yourself, then set your coffee mug down beside you. Josie holds her hands out, and silently, you kiss your dry clothes goodbye as you lift her up and onto your lap. She lets go of Rafe’s finger, letting his hand fall into the water.
At the action, Rafe turns to see what’s going on, then shakes his head at his daughter.
“Jo, come on, you’re getting Mommy all wet,” Rafe frowns.
“I wanna sit with her,” she says, snuggling in closer.
You nod over her head that it’s okay, and Rafe relaxes. His hand remains on your thigh, though, squeezing every so often just as his own way of saying he loves you.
Rafe is in the middle of getting Josie dressed for the day after her bath when your phone rings. Maddie, again. You pick it up and balance the phone on your shoulder as you press it to your ear.
“Hello?”
“Hey,” Maddie greets you, sounding well-rested as ever, “I’m grabbing coffees and donuts on the way over, do you want anything else?”
You sigh, “Mads, you have a toddler and a baby. How are you finding the time to have coffee and donuts?”
It doesn’t help that you’re hurrying to find Connor’s white shoes, because he refuses to wear the blue ones and wants to wear the white ones because they’ll match his Uncle Topper.
“Oh, don’t be fooled,” she snorts, “I grabbed the keys when Kelce wasn’t looking and took off. I just needed five minute of quiet.”
You laugh, finding one white shoe under the couch, “Well played. But, no, I think that will do. Everything else in the guest house is pretty taken care of.”
When you turn, you find Rafe at the bottom of the stairs with a fully-dressed Josie. She squirms from his grip and runs off to the playroom while he stares at you, a somber expression on his face.
“Okay, good,” Maddie continues, “See you in half-an-hour.”
“Okay,” you reply, keeping your gaze fixed on Rafe as you hang up, “What is it?”
He shrugs, “The guest house.”
“Yeah? What about it?”
“It’s just — I built that for us. Don’t get me wrong, I’m more than happy to see Top and my niece living there, but, y’know, I just wish they were doing it as a family.”
You nod in understanding, wasting no time closing the space between the two of you and wrapping your arms around him.
“They are a family, Rafe,” you remind him.
“You know what I mean,” he replies.
“I do. I love that place, too, but it’s going to serve a great purpose. This is a good thing.”
Slowly, Rafe nods, “I know. Did you find his shoes?”
You hold up only one, making Rafe chuckle. He leans down and kisses the top of your head.
“Go get dressed. I’ll find the other one,” he promises.
You look up at him and peck him on the lips, grateful he’s always so willing to step up.
“Thanks. I won’t be long.”
He nods and taps your ass as you walk away, giving you a smirk when you turn around and shake your head.
Two white shoes, a juice box, and a cooler full of beer later, the four of you are off to Ward and Rose’s. Maddie, Kelce, and the kids along with Ward and Rose are all outside when the four of you arrive. Connor and Josie run straight to Noah to play while Maddie holds Julian against her chest.
Ward and Rose both beam with the proud expressions of fresh grandparents who are anxious to meet the newest addition to the family. Rafe grabs a beer for you, himself, and Kelce, opting for a water for Maddie since she’s breastfeeding Julian and takes every single precaution she reads on the internet seriously.
As time goes by, you notice how quiet Rafe seems to be compared to his usual self. He loves Saturdays; especially ones with his friends, kids, and wife. But, today, all you notice is the way he calmly laughs at jokes when appropriate, sips on his beer, and never lets go of your leg under the table.
“Rafe,” you whisper, “You okay?”
He nods once, “Fine.”
“You know lying to your wife is extra bad karma, right?”
The smile tugging on his lips is enough for you to relax. Out of the corner of his eyes, Rafe stares at you, trying his best not to laugh.
“Sweetheart, everything is fine. I’m completely under control—”
“Aunt Sarah!”
Josie’s squeal draws Rafe out of his place of complete control, and as Sarah rounds the corner to the backyard, snatching Josie up as she runs to her, Rafe’s jaw clenches.
“Fuck.”
“Relax,” you whisper as everyone stands.
Topper follows behind Sarah with the baby carrier in hand, looking exhausted but happy as ever. He grins the second he sees you, and before you know it, everyone is surrounding the three of them.
“Okay, guys,” Topper speaks, setting the baby carrier down and removing his daughter from inside, “I’d like everyone to meet Eleanor Rose Thorton.”
Everyone gasps at her name, but nobody gasps the way Rose does. She immediately bursts into tears and becomes the first out of everyone to hold the new, sweet baby girl.
Topper makes a bee-line for you the second Eleanor is safely with Rose, pulling you into a tight embrace.
“Finally,” you mumble in his ear, “I’ve missed you so much.”
“Same here. I have so many questions,” he admits.
You laugh and pull back, assessing his face up close. He has a bit of stubble and his undereyes are much more purple than you’re used to, but you can tell just by his expression that he wouldn’t trade it for anything.
“You can ask me anything,” you promise him.
You’re not at all surprised when Kelce and Rafe snatch Topper away from you, pulling him into greeting embraces and trying to force beer onto him. Maddie steps to you and offers you Julian, who you greedily take from her.
“Hi, handsome,” you whisper to him, watching him smile.
“He’s beautiful.”
You and Maddie look up to find Sarah standing before you; sundress on, makeup done, and you envy how amazing she looks after just having had a baby. You offer her a smile and watch as she does the same, then give her a side hug as you remain cradling Julian.
“It’s good to see you,” Maddie tells her, giving her a hug after you, “You look amazing.”
“You really do,” you add.
She beams, “Thank you both. Could I hold him?”
You and Maddie both nod as you pass Julian to him, and just as your arms grow empty, Rose steps over with Eleanor.
“Look at her, Y/N,” Rose gushes, tears still in her eyes, “She’s so lovely.”
Even though she’s reluctant, Rose hands Eleanor over to you. The second you see her sweet, brown eyes, a pout forms on your lips. You laugh as you take in her outfit; a mismatched top and pants with blue socks.
“Your daddy dressed you, didn’t he?” you whisper to her, “Don’t worry. I’m here for you. I won’t let him keep doing this to you.”
You look up in hopes of finding Rafe, to show him his niece, and find him already looking at you. You can’t read his expression, but you do recognize that little shift in his jaw and feel all too aware of the way his tongue wets his lips.
You wave him over to you, watching as he immediately separates from the boys without a second thought. His beer bottle hangs between his fingers, almost like he’s forgotten he holds it.
“Okay, sweet Eleanor, I’m your Aunt Y/N, and you have to meet your Uncle Rafe. You’ll have him wrapped around your finger in no time,” you whisper, smiling down at her.
She coos just as Rafe’s hand snakes around your waist, “What the hell are you trying to do to me?”
You look up at him with a furrow in your brows.
“What are you talking about?”
He scoffs, “Standing over here, holding a baby, looking hot as—”
“Cameron,” you nudge him, teasing, “Come on. Be serious. Don’t you want to meet your niece?”
He looks down at her and smiles, reaching up to scratch her stomach, “Of course I do.”
You silently tell him to set his beer bottle down and then pass Eleanor over to him. Almost immediately, you see what he meant when he came over initially. The smile that spreads across his face as he cradles her makes it too hard to tear your eyes from, and when he starts to rock her, you’re sure you can feel your ovaries crying out to you.
Rafe looks at you after a minute and snickers, taking in your expression and knowing all too well what’s going through your head.
“Careful, sweetheart,” he urges, looking back down at Eleanor, “Wouldn’t take much convincing if you asked for one.”
You bite your lip, “Shut up.”
He laughs again, then nods to the group of adults moving toward the table, “Let’s go sit. Will you grab my beer?”
You nod and follow him to the table, where he remains caring for Eleanor. You sit beside Rafe and Topper sits beside you, while Sarah winds up at the opposite side of the table next to Ward. Without saying a word, you note how Rafe glances up at his sister and quickly looks away, clenching his jaw as he does so.
“Was the flight okay with her?” Rose asks Sarah, who shrugs.
“Topper pretty much handled everything,” she replies, “He was great. I was so tired, I had to sleep.”
Rafe snorts beside you, but the hand you place on his leg seems to have him bite his lip on any comment that might slip out. What you don’t expect, however, is Topper to come to Sarah’s defense.
“She’s been up a lot with her, I didn’t mind. She needs her rest.”
Now, it’s your turn to clench your jaw, because over your numerous phone calls with Topper, you know he has been up with the baby, too. Rafe exchanges a glance with you, but you choose to let it go and pat his thigh to tell him.
“Well, Maddie and Y/N have been working hard to get the guest house ready,” Ward smiles, clearly feeling the tension, “It looks great. And, seriously, if you need anything, please don’t hesitate.”
“Thank you,” Topper smiles, glancing at Sarah, “We’re very grateful for everything you all have done for us.”
You don’t miss the silence from your group, but you do look over and give Topper a smile. Ward and Rose break the silence yet again, asking trivial questions to Sarah about her apartment and her plans for Thanksgiving.
Rafe leans forward to get Topper’s attention, careful not to move too much as Eleanor seems to be falling asleep in his arms.
“She’s beautiful, Top,” Rafe whispers.
“Thanks, man,” Topper grins, “She’s an amazing baby, really. Not a great sleeper, but she eats well and she giggles a lot. Right, Ellie baby?”
His eyes widen when he leans over and realizes she’s drifting off. You laugh as you take in his expression, and Rafe smiles but remains stoic out of fear of waking her.
“Not a great sleeper, huh?” you tease.
He shakes his head, “Normally, no.”
You laugh and look at Rafe, who finally seems okay with this entire thing. He smiles back at you, tipping his chin up as if begging for a kiss. Teasing him, you gesture him to lean over, to which he widens his eyes.
“Baby,” he whispers, “I have the baby.”
You grin and lean over, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. He smiles, and for a brief moment, everything feels okay. Getting through the day seems possible.
You barely even notice Josie wandering over to the table — too busy gushing over Ellie with Rafe — until you both hear her and look up.
“Aunt Sarah,” she says, tugging on Sarah’s arm to gain her attention, “Are you comin’ home?”
Rafe’s eyes switch between his daughter and his sister, and when Sarah glances at the two of you for help, you know Rafe wants Sarah to handle the question on her own. For a moment, the entire backyard is silent. Then, Sarah swallows and offers Josie a smile.
“I’m home right now, Jo,” she says slowly, “But, not permanently.”
Josie, who is not happy with that statement, furrows her brows, “Will you be home for my mom’s birthday?”
You already know she won’t be. Everyone at the table is aware of that. Yet, Sarah’s smile doesn’t falter.
“Yeah, honey, I think so.”
Rafe visibly tenses beside you. Josie smiles and cheers, which breaks your heart. The silence continues, becoming even more deafening as the seconds tick by.
“Please don’t lie to my daughter,” Rafe says, his voice even and calm.
Sarah’s eyes meet her brother’s, “Rafe, I—”
“Josie,” you interrupt, earning her attention, “Do you and the boys want to pick some flowers for Ellie?”
She smiles, “Yes. Be right back.”
She takes off toward Connor and Noah, which allows for your complete exhale. Rafe, however, seems far from through.
“I’m the one that’s going to have to break her heart by telling her you’re not coming,” he continues, “You get to hop on a plane and bail, but the rest of us have to deal with the damage you leave behind, Sarah.”
Ward’s hand goes up, “That’s enough, Rafe.”
“No, let’s let golden boy voice his opinion,” Sarah says, arms crossing over her chest, “God, Rafe, you think just because I’m not following in your footsteps of having the perfect little life on this island, I’m a terrible person. I’m finally making something of myself—”
“While sacrificing your family to get it,” he reminds her, “That’s not a decision that any of us can respect.”
“Really?” Sarah scoffs, “Everyone seems to be adjusting well. Everyone except for you.”
“Alright, how about—” Rose starts, but Rafe interrupts her by firing back.
“No, Sarah, I don’t fucking respect your choice. You have a child now, and you’re still the most selfish person I know. You know, part of me thought that you’d change your mind when you saw her for the first time, but of course you didn’t. Being a mom is too much work for the great Sarah Cameron.”
Sarah laughs, loud and sarcastically. Kelce stands, looking over to Topper.
“Let’s take the kids inside,” he says quietly.
Topper nods and reaches for Eleanor, ignoring Rafe’s small ‘sorry’ as they switch. Kelce takes Julian from Maddie, then collects the three in the yard and guides them into Ward and Rose’s house. There’s a moment of full silence, and you nod to Maddie to tell her the two of you should go inside, too. The both of you stand and you squeeze Rafe’s shoulder, offering him support and love as you excuse yourself.
Silently, you and Maddie walk to the back door, and just as you reach for the handle, she stops you.
“What are you doing?” she questions.
“Going inside,” you say, “Why, what—”
“I want to listen,” she confesses, “Come on, they can’t see us over here.”
Reluctantly, you nod and follow her, figuring it’s better to hear it first hand than make Rafe tell you everything later.
“Can we not do this, please?” Ward sighs, “Rafe, your sister is only home for a few days, let’s just enjoy this time with her—”
“You’re defending her?” Rafe questions, glaring at his father.
“You’re attacking me,” Sarah points out, “All because I don’t want to end up like Y/N.”
Your heart sinks in your chest at that comment, but you don’t speak a word out loud. You can feel Maddie’s eyes on you, but you can’t look over at her. Instead, she takes your hand and squeezes it, comforting you more than she knows.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Rafe practically growls.
Sarah laughs, “Come on, Rafe. She lives this never-ending cycle of drop-offs and pick-ups and work and brunch at the Club. She’s a housewife and works a job on top of that, all with you breathing down her neck about Josie or Connor. I will not be a Figure Eight Barbie Doll—-”
“That’s enough!” Rafe shouts, and you can tell by the way his chair legs scratch against the pavement that he’s standing, “My wife has been your shoulder to cry on for years. She has cheered you on for every fucking accomplishment, she organized your fucking engagement party — which you didn’t need, turns out — and, throughout all of this bullshit, she’s defended you. Defended your choice to stay in Boston, defended your choice to leave Topper and your fucking daughter. How dare you turn around and disrespect her—”
“I’m not,” Sarah says, “I just don’t want to end up like her. I don’t want to be the mom and the wife. I want to be a person.”
You can practically see Rafe roll his eyes, “Fuck you, Sarah.”
“Come on, now, both of you,” Ward sighs, “That’s enough. Rafe, sit down. Sarah, stop trying to make your brother mad.”
“Dad, I’m not doing it intentionally,” Sarah replies.
“Really?” Ward fires back, surprising you, “You thought bringing up Y/N in that way would keep him calm?”
You squeeze Maddie’s hand, grateful that Ward defends you even in your absence. You hear Rafe’s chair against the pavement again and guess that he listened to Ward and sat back down.
“You okay?” Maddie whispers.
You give her a nod, “Yeah.”
“Alright,” Ward says, his voice loud, “I’ve had it with both of you. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, given both of you are adults — parents — and shouldn’t need me to delegate. How do the two of you want to handle this?”
Silence falls on the deck. You wish you could see Rafe; know exactly what he’s thinking at this moment. He clears his throat, ready to speak, when Sarah stops him.
“I’ll just go,” she answers, “It’ll give everyone time with Eleanor and Topper. We can both cool down and try to figure something out tomorrow.”
“Rafe?” Ward questions.
He’s quiet for a moment, “I don’t want you around my family until you figure your shit out. I don’t want you lying to my children and insulting my wife—”
“Y/N is my friend, Rafe,” Sarah defends.
“She is,” he agrees, “But, you’re not a friend to her. Part of me questions if you ever have been. You and I can try to work something out tomorrow, but you won’t be around my family for a while.”
Ward and Rose are both silent at that. You hear Sarah audibly sigh, and the sound makes you want to roll your eyes.
“Fine,” she replies, “I guess I’ll go.”
You turn to Maddie, “Let’s go inside. I don’t want Rafe to know we heard all of that.”
She nods and gestures to go around the side of the house, where the two of you round to the front and use that door to slip inside. The two of you find the boys and the kids in the living room, and you smile when Connor hurries to you.
“You okay, Mama?” he asks.
You smile, “Yes, handsome, I’m fine. Have you been having fun?”
He nods and launches into a story about a game he played with Noah. You glance over at Topper and find him cradling Eleanor, but looking up hesitantly at you. You shake your head slightly and give him a sad smile, telling him everything he needs to know. He sighs and glances back down at his baby girl, continuing to bounce her and smile.
The back door opens a few minutes later. Rose walks in, then Ward, and finally, Rafe. He’s holding a freshly opened beer bottle and sporting a glare, but when his eyes find yours, his shoulders fall and his eyes grow heavy.
You lean over to Connor, who is playing on your phone, “I’ll be right back, bub.”
“Okay,” he answers.
You stand and walk around the couch, crossing into the kitchen where Rafe is. He swallows roughly when he sees you, clearly thinking you’re going to ask him about what was said. Instead, you pull him in, wrapping your arms around him in comfort. He sets his beer bottle on the counter and takes hold of you, squeezing you tight and burying his face in the crook of your neck.
“Stay or go?” you ask him.
He doesn’t pull back in the slightest. When a response doesn’t come, you don’t push him. He breathes you in and lets his hands travel over your back, touching the skin peeking out from your dress.
After a minute, he lifts his head just enough to meet your eyes, then smiles.
“Stay,” he decides, “I want to spend time with my niece.”
You nod, “I like that idea.”
His eyes travel over every square inch of your face, and you let him take all the time he needs.
“I love you,” he whispers, “Give me a kiss.”
You smile and do as he says, keeping it appropriately short but long enough to please him. When you pull back, you smile at the change you find in his eyes.
“I love you, too,” you tell him.
He grins and takes your hand, “C’mon. Let’s go hold Ellie.”
After dinner and a few hours of gushing over Eleanor, you and Rafe load a sleeping Josie and a tired Connor into your car. Rafe opens your door for you and gives you a kiss once you’re inside, then hurries over to the driver’s side. His hand rests on your leg for the drive, and he doesn’t bother with the radio.
“So,” he says, stealing a glance at you out of the corner of his eye.
You laugh, “So, what?”
“You haven’t asked me what happened.”
You purse your lips, unable to lie. You cave and cover his hand with your own, then sit back against your seat and look over at him.
“Maddie and I hid on the back porch and listened to everything,” you confess quietly.
You’re not sure what to expect, but when he breaks out into a wide grin, you can’t help but feel relief.
“Why am I not surprised,” he mutters.
“I’m sorry, Rafe, it’s just—”
“Sweetheart,” he stops you, his voice soft, “You don’t have to apologize. I never wanted you to leave the table in the first place. I appreciate that you did, but you didn’t have to.”
You nod, squeezing his hand, “It was intense. Are you okay?”
You watch him swallow, thinking back to it all. You’re sure he’s replaying every word, every emotion on a loop in his head.
“I don’t know,” he finally says, glancing at you again, “Do you think I made the right decision? Telling Sarah she can’t be around our kids?”
You tell him the truth, “I don’t think there’s right or wrong in this situation. You did what you think is best for our family. I’ll always back you up.”
Your words bring more silence, but the gentle squeeze of your thigh tells you what your words mean to him. The rest of the drive home is like that; to the point where you practically fall asleep in the passenger seat. Rafe snickers when you stir as he pulls your car into the garage.
“Want me to carry you inside, too?” he teases.
“Yes, please,” you reply, laughing.
He shuts the car off and leans over, stealing a kiss from you. Your smile only grows, and your eyes flutter shut once again.
“Let me get the kids in first, and I’ll come back for you.”
You shake your head, “Rafe, I’m kidding.”
“I’m not,” he says, and you detect something in his voice you’ve only heard a few times before, “Let me do this for you. Please.”
Your eyes open and you see him, desperate to perform an act of service for you. Your hand runs over his cheek as you admire him, then give him a smile.
“Okay,” you practically whisper.
He beams and kisses you again, then hops out of the car. Connor wakes when Rafe opens the back door, and climbs out with the help of Rafe’s hand. Then, Rafe grabs Josie from her car seat and takes both kids inside.
You remove your phone from your purse and stare at the blank screen, wondering for a moment if Sarah will ever reach out to you again. Shaking that thought, you type out a text to Topper.
Settling in okay?
His response is quick.
We’re great. E’s down (for now). Sarah’s not picking up. How’s Rafe?
You contemplate how to answer that, given that you hadn’t told Topper what Sarah said outside. You doubt you ever will, given it will not help any part of his situation with her.
He’s okay. Taking care of the kids.
You lock your phone and think about the day, then try not thinking about it, instead. Even then, you can still hear Rafe’s words as he defended you with Sarah, and that seems to be all that matters to you.
You’re pulled out of your thoughts a few minutes later when Rafe pulls open the passenger door, smiling at you before he scoops you up in his arms. You laugh and lock your hands behind his neck as he carries you inside. He tosses you gently onto your bed once you reach your room, then sits down beside you on the mattress.
“I hope Sarah’s words don’t bother you,” he says, “She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”
You raise your brow at him, “Yes, she does. But, it’s okay that she doesn’t want what I have. I’m happy, Rafe, and your sister can’t take that from me. From us.”
He grins, “You’re so fucking gracious. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
With a smile and a kiss, he leans you back down onto the mattress, where he wastes no time tucking his fingers underneath your dress straps. He removes it all too easily, and before you know it, he’s giving you every ounce of love he has in him — all saved up for you.
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Marie might just be my favorite Sarge kid! (so hard to pick though, let's be honest)
After all the Jo heartbreak and disconnect between E and Elaine at that time, will we get to see the big happy moment when they find out there's going to be another babe after all?
Oh I’d be more than happy to write that! There’s plenty of context to be explored around her conception as well, things with Parker and planning of the ‘68 Special and Elaine and Elvis having a bit of an epiphany in regards to their marriage after the numb and scabbing coping mechanisms of the mid-60’s wear off.
Treat Cameo: Elvis throwing birth control Parker gave Elaine into the damn barbecue before marching upstairs to “make Marie” with his wife -who cares if it’s gonna take a month or more for the meds to wear off, doesn’t hurt to try- and the insane antics the kids got up to during the weeklong, impromptu renewal honeymoon their parents took, shut up in their upstairs room.
Xoxo 😘
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missed you so bad that i reread all of max’s destiny so here comes a prompt with helmut that absolutely no one asked for but i brought it here either way
It’s still rare to have omegas in f1 and especially in top teams, and since it was helmut who scouted max and brought him in to red bull it was decided (by christian? by jos? by helmut himself?) that Max has to let helmut fuck him as a thank you twice a year
It wouldn’t be as bad if he could just lay there and take it but of course that would be too easy
Max has to first spread his pussy, show Helmut all of it and let him touch and "inspect it” very thoroughly (Helmjt is always especially satisfied when Max is very tight and his hole is tiny). Most of the times Helmut makes him ride him so he can watch Max as he sinks down on his knot and how his tiny pussy flutters and stretches around his thick knot. He always has to milk his dick until he’s completely spent and keep it all in his tummy (especially when it bulges and makes him look pregnant). Helmut really likes it when max looks pregnant and Max knows that he does because helmut does not hesitate to tell him how it’s a shame he wants to race so badly because his body is perfect for breeding, how he regrets putting max in f1 instead of buying him from his dad to be his personal breeder instead
Max has gotten used to hearing all of it already throughout the years but it still makes him squirm! And if he’s lucky it ends at that, but sometimes helmut doesn’t let him go so easily
Sometimes while max is still oversensitive from his orgasm he starts pulling and flicking his clit to see how quickly he can make Max squirt just from that right after an orgasm, or he makes him put in a big vibrating plug and watch him writhe around the bed trying to push it out with just desperate clenching of his pussy. Or makes max pump his tits in front of him because it’s embarrassing for an omega not to have proper big tits. These days very frequently he brings a speculum (or a glass dildo) to open Max wide to see his cervix and comment how he’s so sure max has an incredibly fertile womb. Max knows that if helmut could get him pregnant he would, but thankfully he is always on birth control
Ngl max/helmut started this account lol I still love the taboo of it.
Max having to be inspected and fucked by helmut at least twice a year (there are other clauses in the contract, like Helmut can fuck his ass if Max DNFs twice in a row, etc), one during summer break and once in the winter one. It isn't just a quickie either, Helmet gets 24 hours with the Omega!
Max has to undress and sit with his legs spread, or even in the medical chair helmut had custom made, spreading his pussy open for him and letting him see the tiny pink hole, tight as Max has no sex for a month before this meeting because it makes Helmut happy.
Helmut making Max sink down on his cock, often without opening him up so Max struggles a little because he is so tight. Max fuckig himself on Helmuts cock until the old Alpha cums in him and Max dutifully clenches his pussy to milk him, full his tummy with every drop of cum until his belly is bulging a little! Helmet plugging him up and rubbingnover the little bump saying Max would look so pretty as a breeder! It always makes Max squirm, a little knotdrunk and embarassed he came again on Helmuts knot and how he gets a little wet when Helmut talks about fucking a pup into him.
Helmet sometimes relentlessly plays with his clit after, making him squirt like crazy because he is so sensitive! Or yes max just writhing on the bed with a vibrator inside him, cum dripping out as he tries to push the device out his tiny hole!
The worst is the pumps on his tits, makes him feel so embarassed but horny too, and maybe he does think his tits look better...
Helmut starting to use a speculum to look at Max's cervix and talking even more about knocking him up and Max is so grateful he is on birth control, especially when part of the "play" is helmet using syringes of cum to fill him up even more!
I kinda need Max feeling sick because hr is kinda starting to enjoy it too...
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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ SAY THE NAME
information about my seventeen dr
⌕ ‣ BASIC INFO
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ BIRTH NAME — sofie jo
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ KOREAN NAME — jo sohee
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ HANGUL — 조소희
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ NAME MEANING — from a sino-korean compound meaning "small joy", formed of the hanja characters 小 (so) meaning "small" and 囍 (hui) meaning "double happiness".
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ BIRTHDATE — may 9, 2000
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ AGE — 23 ❪ int. ❫ 25 ❪ kor. ❫
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ ZODIAC SIGN — taurus
⌕ ‣ CAREER
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ STAGE NAME — soso
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ HANGUL — 소소
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ COMPANY — pledis entertainment ❪ 2013 - present ❫
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ TRAINEE PERIOD — 2 years ❪ 2013 - 2015 ❫
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ DEBUT AGE — 15 years old
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ GROUP — seventeen
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ SUBUNIT — vocal
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ POSITION — main vocal, lead dancer, center, maknae
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI — 🎀 / 🌟
⌕ ‣ PERSONAL
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ MBTI TYPE — mediator ❪ INFP ❫
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ DESCRIPTION — mediators may seem quiet or unassuming, but they have vibrant, passionate inner lives. creative and imaginative, they happily lose themselves in daydreams, inventing all sorts of stories and conversations in their mind. they are known for their sensitivity – these personalities can have profound emotional responses to music, art, nature, and the people around them. they are known to be extremely sentimental and nostalgic, often holding onto special keepsakes and memorabilia that brighten their days and fill their heart with joy.
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ STRENGTHS —
៹٠ empathetic
៹٠ generous
៹٠ open-minded
៹٠ creative
៹٠ passionate
៹٠ idealistic
៹٠ dedicated
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ WEAKNESS —
៹٠ perfectionistic
៹٠ unrealistic
៹٠ self-isolating
៹٠ unfocused
៹٠ emotionally vulnerable
៹٠ too eager to please
៹٠ self-critical
⌕ ‣ TRIVIA
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ PHOBIAS — thalassophobia ❪ fear of the ocean ❫
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ MEDICAL CONDITIONS — hypermobile eds
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ LIKES — cat &, dogs, farm animals ❪ cows, goats, sheep, ect ❫, forests, concerts, playing instruments ❪ especially piano & guitar ❫, flowers, romantic comedies, autumn, scented candles, music, sleeping, writing, photography, traveling, rain, art, fashion, animal crossing, reading
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ DISLIKES — THE OCEAN, gossiping, bugs, suburbias, stereotypes, mean people, the dark, hot weather
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Flightless Bird | fifteen | Bradley Rooster Bradshaw
Synopsis: Josephine Wilson Miller is alone for the first time in her life. She got married after her first year of college and became a housewife, but that life is gone now. So she runs to San Diego, to her childhood best friend Jake, where she meets the man who could very well be her salvation.
series warnings: unplanned pregnancy, just pregnancy in general, talks of infertility. past mental and emotional abuse. anxiety. talks of women's reproductive systems (idk)
Jose was folding more baby clothes when Jake walked in the house, followed by Phoenix and Bradley. They all had big smiles on their faces, still dressed in their flight suits, which was unusual since Jose couldn’t stand the smell of jet fuel now.
“We have something for you,” Jake announced, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
“You have something for me?” Jose questioned slowly, putting the folded baby clothes into a little bin.
“You won’t let us throw you a baby shower, and refuse gifts,” Phoenix explained, “So, we all improvised.”
Jose raised her eyebrows, one hand on her back and the other on her stomach, “Are you three going to tell me what’s going on? Excitement is a no no for me and little miss thing.”
The three of them looked at each other and smiled before Jake spoke up, “I’m going to move in with Phoenix, since she’s like a block away, and you, my dear dear JoJo, Are going to keep the house.”
Her head started shaking before he even finished the sentence, “No, I’ll find somewhere to go. I can’t let you leave your house! I can’t just live here, this is your place!”
Bradley moved forward, wrapping his arms around her, “Babe, both of you won’t fit in the second bedroom forever. Keep your bedroom, or turn it into the nursery and move into Jake’s.”
“But-”
“I started packing my shit last night,” Jake shrugged, “So, you don’t get to argue. My niece needs her own little space.”
“She’s been cramped for almost nine months,” Jose rolled her eyes, “They find comfort in being kinda squished for months after birth, you know that right? Like they have clothing for that exact thing.”
Jake shrugged, “I’m already moving,” he started walking down the hall, pulling at the zipper of his flightsuit, “Can’t stop me now.”
Jose looked up at Bradley and over at Phoenix for help, but the two seemed just as excited as Jake. Of course Jake and Phoenix would want to move in together eventually. But Jose didn’t expect it to be now, just before she gave birth. She needed Jake.
“Excuse me,” Jose said quietly, wiggling from under Bradley’s arms.
She made her way towards Jake’s room, he was still in his flightsuit but was taking off his watch and dog tags. He didn’t seem to notice her standing at his door, or the way her eyes were watering. She couldn’t do this without him, but she wasn’t sure how to tell him that. Jake needed to have his own life, Jose couldn’t be clutching onto him every second of everyday.
“I need you to stay,” She said quietly, “I know you need to move on with your life, but Jake I’m about to give birth. I have no idea what I’m doing and I know you’re trying to help, but I can’t bring a baby home to a house with just me. Okay? I can’t be alone right now. I need you to stay, please.”
“Jo-”
“No, listen to me,” She pleaded, “I’m not asking for you to stay here forever, but please just for a little while longer. I know you want to move in with Nat, and I’m so happy for you guys. Really, I am. But I need to be selfish and keep you. Please let me keep you.”
He rushed forward and pulled her into his arms. His chin rested on top of her head as he held her. Jose’s whole body shook as she started to cry, and Jake knew he was responsible for it. He tried to push her into something she wasn’t ready for. He thought it was what was best for her, but that didn’t mean it was right.
“I’m sorry,” He said gently, “I thought I was doing a good thing. But I didn’t think about how you would feel being left all alone. I won’t go anywhere, I promise. But we’re moving you into my room, it’s bigger.”
“Jake, I can’t take your bedroom,” Jose protested, still crying.
“I want you to take my room,” He promised, “You’ll need more space. The closest is bigger, and I can move some stuff over to Phoenix’s place.”
“This is still your house.”
“But I want it to be your house, your’s and little Florence’s.”
She still shook her head. She wasn’t sure how she would ever be able to raise a baby in a house all by herself. It didn’t seem logical for her to be able to do such a thing. Jose didn’t know the first thing about having a child or raising one.
“I can’t accept that, Jake,” She protested.
“Well, you’re going to have to, it’s been decided,” Jake replied, kicking off his shoes, “Let me do this for you, Jose. Let me take care of both of you. I like doing it.”
“But you shouldn’t have to!” Jose nearly cried, “I should be able to provide for my daughter and I.”
“But right now, you don’t need to worry about any of that. You just need to worry about bringing her into the world. Okay? We can work out the rest later. Deal?”
“You aren’t going to let me say no, will you?” She questioned.
“Not on this,” He replied honestly.
She nodded slowly, which made Jake smile. He nodded too and stood up before pulling her in for a hug. Jose didn’t know what she would ever do without Jake. He was undoubtedly her rock. She had no idea what she would’ve done if Jake hadn’t taken her in. If she hadn’t met Phoenix, or Bradley.
“Go shower,” Her nose scrunched up, “You smell.”
Jake laughed, letting her go. She went back out into the living room, where Phoenix and Bradley were waiting. She wanted to cry just knowing that she had people here to support her, people that loved her.
“Next time, don’t spring something like this on me,” She warned, “I don’t do well with big surprises like this.”
“Noted,” Phoenix replied with a big smile, “I’m gonna head home and shower. Tell Jake I expect him over for dinner.”
“Yeah, I’ll take care of it,” Jose waved her off, “Thank you, Phoe.”
Jose grimmaced once Phoenix left, feeling the baby deliver a hard kick. Bradley seemed to instantly take notice, moving to put a hand on her back to support her.
“Are you okay?” He questioned.
“She’s kicking, hard,” Jose replied, letting out a breathy laugh, “Here, put your hand here.”
Bradley laughed when he felt another kick and dropped down to his knees too be at eye level with her bump, “Hey Kiddo. Look at you, being all strong. You’re so strong, just like your mom,” another kick, “Yeah, I know, she’s pretty cool. I really like your mama, okay? So take it easy on her, and me once you get here. On all of us, really, we’re all learning together.”
Jose chocked back tears as best as she could. Jake talked to her stomach, but in a Jake way. Constantly joking around and often poking it, because he wanted to be the ‘funcle’. But she never imagined she would experience this, someone she really cared about or maybe even loved, talking to her daughter like this.
“Between you and me, I think I might love her,” He whispered so softly Jose couldn’t hear, “Don’t tell her though, I don’t want to scare your mom off. She can be a flight risk.”
Jose did hear that last bit, her cheeks turned red, “I’m actually scared of flying.”
Bradley looked up at her, eyebrows knitted together, “You’re what?”
“Flying…I’m scared of flying. I’ve only been on two flights, the one to New York…and then the one here. I’d drive anywhere else I had to go.”
Bradley stood up now, “You’re best friends with one of the top pilots in the Navy, and you’re scared of flying?”
She merely shrugged, “He was just a stupid cowboy when we were growing up. He never talked about wanting to fly until college.”
He was looking at her in a way that made her chest feel all warm. His eyes were so soft and deep, almost black looking now. She loved the way they seemed to change color along with what he was feeling. But Jose couldn’t tell what he was feeling.
But it didn’t make her nervous. He stopped making her feel nervous a long time ago. She remembered Mrs. Seresin once telling her not to stay with the guy that made her nervous, because that wasn’t a stable feeling. The butterflies would fade. She told her to stay with the man that made her feel safe and comfortable. That was the man she needed to be with, not the others.
“I love you.”
Jose had to force herself not to slap a hand over her mouth. She couldn’t believe she just said that. She didn’t mean to tell him that, because she wasn’t even sure of it. But her baby went calm the second she told Bradley, almost as if she was waiting to see what Bradley would say in return.
“I love you too,” He sounded stunned as he said it, like he was in just as much of a state of shock as Jose.
The baby kicked once, then twice, like she was saying she agreed. Jose and Bradley, and little baby Florence. Maybe they could be their own kind of family. Florence wouldn’t have a father, but she had an Uncle Jake, and now she had a Bradley. What more could she need?
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Thranduil and Josie Pt. 170- Gypsy Origins Part 3 of 3
Summary: By the power of 3 times 3, let the truths of Jo's past finally be set free as Josselyn remains hypnotized by Haldir's power of truth. Her buried emotions evolve in a more descriptive manner which may not settle well with her when she is awakened.
*Chapter Warnings* language, angst, infidelity, mentions of child loss, child abandonment, child abduction
Chapter characters: Haldir, Josselyn, Julian, Caroline, Zeddicus, Jareth, Cassandra, Rumil, Orophin
Chapter word count: 6,919
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Still under Haldir's powerful and unbreakable magic spell, Josselyn was permitted to relax while the Marchwarden tried to wrap his head around what she has revealed so far. What disturbed him the most, besides the revelation of your maternal grandfather, Viktor, the late vampire ruler and most diabolical of all fanged fiends, was yet another monstrous lie involving the witch turned vampire Caroline, your mother...or so everyone believed she was, because Haldir knew exactly where Josselyn's memories were headed. That Cassandra was your true birth mother. Faramir's also.
You would be hurt once again with that knowledge and as much as it crushed the Lorien elf's heart, you deserved every bit of the truth as to who you really were and he was going to give that to you. It had to be done and now... it was time to continue, for he now wanted to know more than ever just how your best friend Sarah became involved and if she could still be alive.
"It is time Josselyn. Continue....and please be discreet with any intimate details."
"I am so happy. I never thought I would see my grandfather again. Zeddicus is the only blood family I have left. This was my surprise Julian mentioned. He did this for me. Julian found him and brought him here. There was a time not long ago that he had left for a week. Now I know why. I love Julian even more now, but he must never know. Caroline will turn on me.
The sun is rising. We are all finishing the stew my grandfather had prepared for us for when we arrived. I am sitting by Julian. Caroline refuses to. She is barely touching her food. She has become withdrawn and when she does speak, it's retorting. Grandfather is across from me, holding a chicken while feeding and speaking to it. I've always believed he could understand animals and they him.
Grandfather wants to speak to me alone. We go for a walk. He tells me he has something for me. He has kept it safe for many years to give to me when I was old enough. He holds his hands out. They are empty. He places his fingers into his palm and magically pulls out a pendant. Dangling before me is a sparkling amethyst stone. There is something swirling inside of it. A mist? I am smiling in awe of it's beauty.
Grandfather...are you really a wizard? Like, a gypsy wizard maybe?
He is laughing and winks, then he whispers his traditional words when he does magic for me.
Hocus Pocus. It will be very useful to you as it has been for me. It must be placed over the heart to use it and it will take you wherever you wish to go in the blink of an eye. It is how I arrived here from the mundane world since I cannot fly like Julian. Be warned though, that you must always keep it safe, for it's one of 6 very powerful runestones and they all are greatly desired by evil hands. Like two of it's companions, the moonstone and the citrine, it can see the present, but this one is extra special because it can also see visions of the past and future. The stone's center possesses a very powerful water from the Lorien realm where it was created. And of course there is a little hint of...hocus pocus...in there as well."
Haldir's brow raised for a moment as he now recalled seeing Zeddicus in Lothlorien centuries ago with Celeborn and the Lady of the woods. He indeed was a wizard just as Josselyn had described him as, but not as powerful as Gandalf. He carried no staff, only a sword. Haldir remembered him as a puppeteer and magician. He communed with animals, had great knowledge and skill with herbs and potions and had the ability to change his image. He also possessed the power of fire and was a healer, even to the extent of limb rejuvenation.
"He then tells me what it does in more detail.
The past and present can be seen at any time, but the future can only be seen at 4 points of the year. The autumn and vernal equinox and the winter and summer solstice. It needs the rays of the full moon or the visions cannot be trusted. Be warned again that just because it holds such visionary power does not mean it should be entertained. There are many things we may end up wishing we did not know. Things like secrets of the past and present or traumatic events of the future.
The next morning comes. Grandfather and Julian are out on a walk. Caroline corners me. She overheard what the pendant can do. She wants me to use it for her to find Cassandra. I...I am clutching it tight. I'm scared of what she will do if she knows. I tell her I'm not sure how to even use it. She snaps at me. She tells me I better figure it out because I had promised to help her with her plan. I close my eyes and go with my instincts. I focus on Cassandra. I ask the stone to show me where she is and then I look into it. The misty swirl inside...it...it is clearing and I...I see her! I...I hear her!! So does Caroline. Cassandra is rubbing her stomach and singing to it. Hush little baby girl, don't say a word. Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird. She is pregnant!!! and she somehow knows it's a another girl.
Caroline is smiling very wickedly and speaks into the stone.
Gotcha. And now I will come to claim what should have been mine!
I am upset. I ask her if she is going to kill Julian's child. Now she is upset. She yells at me.
What is wrong with you??!!
Stupid girl! I am not going to kill MY child because that is exactly what this child will be! A 7th daughter with powers that will also be mine. Now listen and listen good to my plan. I am going to leave for awhile to tuck Cassie away where she will never be found, with a little help from a certain goblin King. And when she is near her due time, I will come for her and take her far far away to give birth. I can't risk Ravenna snatching the baby for herself if she were to find out. All I have to do is summon him. As evil as he has become, this will be one hell of a thrill for him and all I will have to do is give his cock a little something in return.
Julian's evil brother Jareth? You're...you're going to...sleep..with him?
Well there's the lightbulb. You catch on quick. Jules fucked my sister. I will fuck his brother. When I return, I will tell Julian I am finally with child and make him believe I have forgiven him due to our little miracle. With a little dark magic, I can easily make myself appear pregnant. It seems more feasible than turning to gluttony just to become fat.
But...w...won't he think the child is Jareth's?
"Noooooooowah??? I am not going to tell him I slept with Jareth until much later on...years maybe...after he's already bonded with and come to deeply love the girl and then rip his heart out by telling him she is Jareth's. You see, Julian is going to continuously suffer for what he did, because when I'm betrayed, I hold grudges. I hold them forever. Even naughty Narcisse is now on my shit list. It has come to my attention that the wretched warlock secretly visited our solstice party on his travels to return the cheating Catherine to her clueless King in Lake Town. He knew what Julian and my sister did and certainly was never going to tell me and he will pay for it too, so you better not even THINK of crossing me. You will keep your mouth shut about all of this. Do you understand me little girl?? I can always summon Harker to take you back. Now that you're older, he'll probably use you the way he does your mother. You don't want him to be your first time do you?
No! No please, no. I...I won't say anything. I promise Caroline!! Please don't send me back. I'll do anything!!
Good girl. Now, stop you're blubbering. It's unbecoming. I am going to go tell Julian some bullshit that I am going to go visit my mother and think about things. I should have Cassie all shackled in her little dirty dungeon of iron bars in no time and I will see you when I get back. And do not even think of spying on me with that pendant. Ta ta!
Julian has bought her story. He looks sad. She was cruel to him as he begged her not to go. I feel terrible and so guilty. How can she hurt him like this? How can I???
It is the next evening. Caroline is gone. Grandfather is at one of the traveler's camp sites for a party that Julian declined to attend. I stayed home too. I didn't want to leave him alone. Julian is quiet. He is having a glass of wine at the kitchen table. I think he is trying to drown his sorrows. I want to make him feel better. I...I am making myself extra pretty to see if he notices. I ask if I can join him for some wine. He looks up at me. His eyes dilate and he smiles. I think he notices. My stomach drops as if I am falling.
Please, Josselyn. Allow me to pour you a glass. You...you look very lovely this evening. Have you decided to join the festivities?
No...I...I am quite happy right here..with you...I..I mean...I...
I am too frazzled to speak. I feel so embarrassed. He notices that too. He is trying to make me feel comfortable. His lays his hand upon mine.
I understand what you mean. I...I enjoy your company as well.
I know I am turning red. I can feel the heat on my cheeks which he also notices.
Your cheeks are quite flushed love. Is the fire too warm...or could it be that I make you nervous?
He pulls his hand away. The way he is smiling...I...I think he knows how I adore him. He once said he knows many things if they are not hidden from him. I am most terrible at hiding my feelings.
No..no of course not. I..I think I overdid it on the rouge. That's all.
I see. You do not need all of that nonsense on your face. Your beauty is strikingly natural.
You...you are too gracious Julian. I...I am so sorry for what you are going through. You...you do not deserve it. You are the best man I have ever known aside from my father and grandfather.
He is staring at me. I think I said too much. I drink down my wine and pour another. He is chuckling.
I do not think you have known many men to really know that, have you?
I...I do not need to. I don't want to know any other but you.
He is staring again. I should not have said that. It is so hard to stop myself. I...I want him to know but yet I know he shouldn't.
Is that so? You are something special Josselyn. So very beautiful and kind, on the inside as well as out. If only I had met you first. May I...confide something in you?
Of course. Your secrets are safe with me.
My mother forbids love. It is all about darkness and power to her after she was scorned by my father. I am a 7th son. I am supposed to be with a 7th daughter and reproduce another 7th. It is an endless cycle. I have defied the darkness and my mother. I want love because I feel love inside of me. Although my union with Caroline was arranged, I believed I could love her and I learned to eventually, but it still never felt quite right or real. It was more physical attraction than anything. I began to focus on having a child to love. He or she would not be some number to me like I was, but Caroline has not been able to conceive. I was beginning to think that it was myself that was the problem until Caroline confessed something to me yesterday before she left. She had become pregnant 6 times and had miscarried them all. She knew they were girls. She believed I would find her useless to me so she chose to lie to me instead. The only thing I find useless now is continuing on with this farce of a union. I have had much to think about on our journey here and since she left. Caroline was right. I should have known that it was Cassandra I was intimate with. Although their appearance is identical, with real love, one should know the difference for many other reasons....but I did not. I realize more than ever that the only connection she and I truly have, to quite simply put it is....being of witch heritage. It is all quite a surreal awakening.
I...I want to cry and throw up at the same time. I did not know Caroline was going to use Cassandra's story as her own, but I see why she did. So Julian would believe her upcoming fake pregnancy was his 7th child and now, Julian needlessly suffers even more believing he has lost 6 other children. He trusts me and yet I am lying to him too. Would he ever understand why? I am not even worried for myself anymore. I fear Caroline will do something terrible to Julian if I tell him the truth. My love for him is very real. My tears, I cannot hold them back any longer. Julian comes to sit by me. He tilts his head and touches my cheek.
Darling girl, why do you cry?
I...I cry for you. Your pain, it hurts me so. I want to take it all away. You deserve happiness and...true love.
He is staring again. His head tilts the other way. He wipes my tears with his thumb. He cradles my head in his hands and....he...he is leaning forward. His lips...they take mine. Soft and fully. Mine fit and move perfectly with his. Our tongues slowly caress. He tastes of his scent. Apples. The really sweet ones. Am I dreaming??
He pulls back and stares into my eyes once more. I can see my reflection in his. His eyes are torn between desire and worry.
Josselyn, please forgive me...You bring weakness upon me. I would give anything to make love to you right now, but not even a kiss can ever happen again. Caroline's intuition is very strong. She would know and if she ever hurt you, I would never forgive myself. I never knew you would come to mean so much to my heart. I will forever taste your caramel kiss. You must go to your room now. Zeddicus is coming. I sense him.
But Julian...I...I...you need to know...I lo...
He rushes his fingers to my lips. There's a tear in his eye.
No! Do not speak it precious one. Not now. Just know that I know. I have always known. Sweet dreams Josselyn.
I hear my grandfather's whistling. I do as Julian says and go to my room. I silently cry myself to sleep. Damn you Caroline. I want to give the pendant to Julian and let him see what she is doing, but I cannot risk it. I wish I had been left with Harker, for this pain is far worse."
Haldir let Josselyn rest again. This part of her tale seemed to weigh the heaviest upon her. He needed a rest too, for he knew how evil and vindictive Caroline was even before she became a vampire, but what she had done to her own sister and her husband was just appalling to him and his heart even went out to Josselyn. He felt her pain. He knew it all too well for his love of you and seeing you hurting so much.
It was time to move on. He aided Josselyn in giving her some water from his canteen and then asked her to continue.
"The day I dreaded has come. Caroline has returned after 7 days. I am cooking, but listening as she tells Julian the news. He sits down. He looks as if a hole has been punched through his chest. I catch a glance of his eyes. They are sorrowful. He is forcing a smile at her. He is worried she will miscarry again and he tells her so. She is angry that he cannot just be happy they have another chance. My heart is breaking for him.
Month after month goes by. Everyday is the same. Caroline is still a bitch. The only difference is the growing of her fake stomach and my relationship with Julian. He rarely speaks to me now but I know it is not to hurt me. It is to keep her happy and unaware of his feelings.
It is November. Caroline says Cassandra will give birth in December. A 7th daughter only carries for 7 months and the child is always born on the 7th day. Caroline and Julian have been fighting all the time. I just want to hold him, but I keep my distance and go on walks a lot. I love nature....and I watch my mother through the pendant when I am alone. I am going to stop. She is so far under Harker's spell, that it is not even her at all anymore. She looks different. Older. She wears a red dress. There are others dressed the same. The sisters of the dark. My mother is as wicked as Harker is. My grandfather's heart is broken. He misses his daughter. I miss her too. He and Julian are leaving to attempt to bargain with Harker to get her back. I don't like it. Caroline does because Julian will be out of her way for her to "have" the baby. She is the one who coaxed him into going.
Before Julian leaves, he takes me aside. He looks in my eyes. The dear sweet man says he is doing it for me. He wants me to be happy. I tell him I do not deserve to be happy. He says I deserve the world and kisses my forehead. I tell him to stop and talk to me every night at midnight. I will be watching and listening through the pendant. He smiles, whispers the words "faithfully my dearest girl" and leaves. I go in my room and cry my eyes out into my pillow. I never should have told them what I saw. I always ruin everything. If Julian learns what I have done, he will look at me the way he looks at Caroline now. I...I'm curious of the future...my future, now more than ever but it's too late to see it. I heeded my grandfather's warning about it and skipped the open door of the autumn equinox in September. The winter solstice is approaching. I still will not look when it comes. I wish my grandfather never would have given it to me. He said I will need it. I do not need it except for to see and hear my beloved Julian.
It is December and time to gather Cassandra. Caroline and I pack up a small trailer and head to a desolate area away from the other travelers so they will not see us leave through the portal. She has brought two of her henchmen to drive the carriage and for extra protection. They are traitorous warlocks that do her evil bidding. We all sit tight together upon the carriage. I do as grandfather explained and wear the pendant over my heart. I whisper the words "take us to the Goblin King's realm."
I've never seen anything like it. A doorway forms with an illuminated gateway, purple with a swirling mist like the amethyst.
The horses become agitated and do not want to go through it. Neither do I. I am frightened like they are. The drivers each snap the horses on their rears with the whips and they race forward. Just like that, we are there, simply like walking into another room. I am even more fearful now. We are in a dark and dead forest. It smells bad. Caroline says it is the bog of stench that lingers through the realm.
We approach the Misty mountains and upon the summit sits a colossal castle. There are hideous beasts all over the mountain as we ascend on the winding path. Goblins and orcs. They do not bother us. They know who Caroline is. Oh my god, WHO is that?? A man...with eccentric blonde hair. He reminds me of Dracula in his creepy high collared black cape. He is sitting in on an open window ledge of the fortress. He is spinning something in his hands. I think they are crystal balls? 3 of them. He is staring at me.
We all enter the castle as the doors open. There are ticking clocks everywhere as well. All with a 13th hour. It is like a maze of hallways and strange staircases. Some upside down. It is making me dizzy and nauseous. So is the overpowering smell of citrus. The man arrives out of nowhere and kisses Caroline's neck.
Hello Caroline. My my. Quite the beanpole for being 7 months with child. Illusions are thrilling are they not? Speaking of...hello there...Josselyn. I am Jareth. How are you enjoying my labyrinth?
He is leaning over me, staring me right in the eyes. His eyes...one brown, one blue. They are...oddly beautiful just as he is. But he scares me. He's exactly like Harker and nothing like Julian.
I...I...think it is...lovely?
He is loudly laughing. Yes, the gloom and doom IS quite lovely is it not? So are you child. You should be after ingesting the magic of my Queen.
I...I am so sorry! I swear, I did not mean to.
He is laughing again. Relax girl. I am not going to harm you. I find what you did, intentional or not, rather amusing. I can quite picture Ravenna's fearful face as time was running out. Oh how I would so have loved to have been a cockroach on the floor to personally witness it. Wretched woman unnerves me and now, unfortunately she is carrying my offspring which she is ever so undeserving of. I should never have pleasured her after what she has done but...I too have needs. At least....It's a boy! And I can mold him into my image. Speaking of needs. Caroline. Before you collect your....surrogate...I don't think your payment was quite enough for what I am doing for you, so I am raising the price. Join me in my chambers and when I am satisfied, my lips will remain sealed and you may be on your way. Josselyn dear. Have a seat. We won't be long.
Caroline is displeased but does as he asks. She does not sound displeased though as I hear her moaning echoes through the halls. Gross.
All the clocks begin to chime on the 13th hour. It's disorienting. I run outside for peace...and to quickly see Julian while I have the chance, for it is midnight. I believe the placement of the moon over Jareth's time trickery.
I pull the pendant up from my chest and wait. I am shaking with anticipation and lovesick with butterflies. I...I see him. He is sitting in a forest all alone. The moon is radiating over him. He looks like an angel.
I am here my dear Josselyn. I hope you are too. I wish I could hear you, see you...like you can me. Zeddicus and I have had no luck thus far in locating Harker on his travels, but I will not give up. Zed is resting now so I can speak to you. He knows of my feelings. He told me he does not have to be a wizard to know, for it is written all over my face when I speak of you. That is why I have kept my distance and I never spoke of you to Caroline. It is a gutting agony. I miss you immensely beautiful butterfly, for that is what you have become. I still see your bright blue eyes and taste your caramel lips. I can feel your delicate skin and hair of silk. I still hear the pounding of your heart when we touched and smell the sensual aroma of your arousal. You have bewitched me for eternity without even trying. I wish all could be different. I must go now. Until next time sweetheart, sweet dreams. You will be in mine.
He is standing up to leave. I'm sobbing.
No! No Julian, don't go. Wait!
I quickly blow a soft kiss to his image and whisper how much I love him. His hair.... it is taken by it! He looks in the direction of the breeze and closes his eyes. He moans softly and touches his lips.
Mmmm. A whisper and caramel kiss on the wings of a butterfly. Message received. Lightning strikes maybe once, maybe twice and it lights up the night. I see my gypsy.
He blows a kiss back and smiles so wickedly adorable. I feel the kiss in my very soul. Now I know what my grandfather meant when he said the pendant even holds a hint of hocus pocus in it.
I hear Caroline! but it...it's not her.....I run back inside to see the warlocks man handling a dirty and angry Cassandra. She is wearing some odd collar around her neck made of metal. It is tight and it has a small dark gemstone in the center. Cassandra's stomach is huge! Her eyes lock in mine.
You?!! From the forest... help me...help me please!!
Her arm lunges at me as they pull her out the door. I jump back against the wall. There's nothing I can do. I follow them outside. They put her in the trailer and bind her to the bed. I ask Caroline what is on her neck. I...I saw it on my mother once when I was watching her. She says it's called a Rada'han. A warlock's favorite toy per se. It simply appears to be a jewelry piece and something only wicked warlocks use. She says they have different stones in them that serve different purposes. This particular one has an iron meteorite stone in it's center. It is like an iron, salt and silverbane cocktail to a witch, rendering them powerless and it's far more debilitating. The stone is tight against the skin and low doses of the poison are slowly and consistently released and absorbed into the body. The collar can only be removed by a key in which Caroline holds. I worry the poison will hurt the baby. Caroline says the 7th born is protected in the womb. Maybe that is why her stomach is that big for only one child?
Her goodbyes are said to Jareth and we are leaving. I am glad. Jareth's realm makes me feel sick like I did in Ravenna's dark forest. Caroline is fine. I think it's because she has now become dark. We are out of the realm now and we are stopping. Caroline says we will use the portal again. I ask where we are going. She says far far south to a realm of humans, a place where no one knows her or Julian. Minas Tirith in the realm of Gondor. There is an eminent midwife there that she will seek aid from. She serves the wife of the city's notorious steward, Denethor.
We have arrived. The city is a prodigious pyramid of stone placed alongside the White mountains. I have counted 7 levels as we approach it. Just in time too. It is the 7th and Cassandra is in labor.
We are stopped at the gates. Caroline unties Cassandra and removes the collar. She warns her to remain silent if she wishes to live after the birth. I do not think she could speak much if she wanted to. She is in pain and can barely open her eyes.
Caroline puts her hair up in a bun and wears the hood on her cloak. She does not want to be witnessed as a twin. She tells them that we are gypsy travelers in urgent need of a midwife and that she was told by others along the way to come here. The guards hear Cassandra's cries and look in on her. They quickly guide us inside. We are given a room on the first level and told to wait.
Time passes. Cassandra is moaning and crying.
I am patting her forehead with a cool wet cloth. She grabs my hand and squeezes it. I squeeze back and whisper to her that I am so sorry. I feel so bad for her. Caroline is angry and orders me to stay away from her. She wants her to suffer.
A woman comes in. She wears servant attire but it is rather fancy. She introduces herself as the midwife. She goes right to Cassandra and preps. They begin. She tells her she sees the head and to push on the next contraction. Cassandra is cursing and screaming. This goes on for 6 more attempts. The baby is out! The midwife cleans out her mouth, smacks her bottom and she squeals! I am crying happy tears. I have never seen a child birth. The baby has red hair!! Cassandra is crying and reaches for her. The midwife cuts and clamps the cord, then places her in Cassandra's arms. She kisses her tiny forehead and tells her she loves her. They gaze at each other. It' so beautiful.
Caroline is a cold hearted bitch. She pries the child from Cassandra's weak arms. Cassandra cries that she wants her baby. She begs Caroline not to take her and then she passes out. The midwife says she needs rest. Caroline thanks her for her help and gives her a small bag of coins. She tells her we do not have time to stay, that we have a long journey ahead and must get the child home to her father as soon as she awakens. She says she is going to the trailer to clothe and feed the baby, then she will be back. She tells me to stay.
I am sitting by Cassandra while the midwife cleans up. She awakens. She grabs my hand again.
Don't let her take them both.
What? What do you mean both?
The boy. She does not want a boy. She will kill him like she did all of my other babies.
What boy? There is no boy. You had one child. A girl.
There is a boy. Twins...you must take him. Please!
I..I think the exhaustion and the poison are affecting your mind. There is no boy and even if there were, I cannot have a child. Harker, he owns me and will take it from me for Ravenna and I certainly can't just walk out of here with a baby because Caroline would see him.
Cassandra starts to moan and scream again. I jump up in fright. The midwife comes running back. Her eyes widen. She says she is having another baby! I'm in shock. Cassandra was right. I stand and watch as another head of red hair appears. 3 pushes and he is out, instantly screeching. The midwife tries to place him in Cassandra's arms but she refuses and becomes cruel. She tells the midwife she does not want the little bastard and to give him to someone else. I think her harsh words and demeanor is intentional. She is trying to protect her son. She tells the midwife to never speak of this or she will curse her. Cassandra must have gained enough strength to use some of her power after having the collar removed. With a strong glare, she forces the midwife's breath out of her, making her begin to choke. She quickly releases the terrified woman who now understands what Cassandra is.
Now do you see what I am capable of? Now go! Get that thing out of here!
The woman runs out with the baby boy and Cassandra passes out again. I clean her up as I wait for Caroline to return. I am shaking so bad.
Caroline soon returns with the baby girl and her two guards. Cassandra awakens. I think she senses her baby's presence. I can smell the child. It's a strong cherry scent, much like Cassandra's. The boy smelled of sweet apples like Julian.
Caroline places the collar back on Cassandra and the guards force her to her feet. We are on our way once again. Caroline makes me take us back to the goblin realm. We stop in the dark forest and the guards drag Cassandra out. There...there is a hill...and a door at the bottom of it. It is barely visible from all the trees, rocks and brush. Caroline calls it the hole in the hill. She says Jareth has it prepared for Cassandra and it will now be her new home. The door is unbreakable. It can only be accessed by Jareth's ring. No one will ever know she is here. She will be believed dead by all. Caroline wickedly laughs as her sister is pushed inside with the collar still around her neck. I can faintly hear her banging on the door and crying. I am crying. I despise Caroline for this. For ALL of this. If only I had powers, I would handle Caroline. Then I would take the girl and run back to Julian and tell him everything, even if he hated me for it.
We are back at the cabin now. Caroline has the baby all settled into her cradle. She is calling her Josephine.
It is almost midnight again. I am unable to leave and see Julian in the pendant, for Caroline wishes to speak to me. She seems...strange.
Tell me Josselyn dear. Do you take me for a fool?
I...I'm sorry, what? No, of course not.
I find that to be a lie. Something that you are very good at too. The crystal balls Jareth has. They have the power to see just as your pendant does. Jareth showed me something before we left his realm for Gondor. No, no Julian, please don't go!!! Ring a bell??? Daring little girl aren't you?? Or should I say....whore?
Caroline, please...you don't unders...
Liar!! My eyes and ears understand quite perfectly! You desire my husband as he desires you! Go on, deny it! I dare you!
I...I...wh...what are you going to...do to me??
Well unfortunately, I certainly cannot kill you. I don't need Harker coming after me, so I will do the next best thing. You will leave here and never speak of what you know to ANYONE and you will NEVER come near my husband or child ever again. If you do, I will have no choice but to take my chances with Harker's wrath. Grab your things and don't let the portal door hit you in the ass.
But...my...my grandfather! Please, let me wait for him.
I said get out...now! You can spy on him later and find him!
She follows me while I gather my stuff and then watches me as I walk off into the dark cold night. I trip and fall in the forest. I can't breathe. I am crying too hard. Julian, my sweet Julian. I'll never see him again. He'll never know the truth. What if she hurts him for knowing how he feels?? Maybe...I think I know someone who might be able to help. But...I...I could die for it....and I would...I would die for Julian's safety and happiness. I'm still afraid. She could kill him if I betray her. I don't know what to do!
I get up. I put the pendant on and I say the words. Take me to the Dorwinion castle."
Josselyn began to hyperventilate and Haldir quickly attempted to calm her with his emotion control as he took her hand, but it did not work. She was getting worse. The Lorein elf knew he had to bring her out of his hypnotic spell before she forgot everything. He couldn't risk it...or her well being. She still had not spoken of Lola and Sarah and that had been his main goal.
As his dilated eyes relaxed, Josselyn was released.
She toppled over against his chest and he allowed her to lay there until she caught her breath. A motion of his hand told Rumil and Orophin to give her some privacy, for he knew when she came to her senses, he was going to get an ear full of well deserved rage.
"Josselyn. Are you able to sit up? I would like you to drink some more of the healing water."
Her eyes fluttered open at the sound of Haldir's voice and she rolled them up to look at him. Haldir sighed, for her big blue eyes were filled with tears and pain. He never meant to hurt her.
She tilted her head to the side and gazed at him as if she did not know him, but she did. At least she thought she did as she stroked his blonde strands.
"J...Julian? You...you're here. You came for me. I...I love you so much."
Haldir was caught off guard when Josselyn pulled his lips to hers. In his perplexed state, he allowed it. It felt nice to have a woman's lips upon his again, although he wished they were yours. The kiss was full and deep, but Haldir abruptly ended it when her tongue slipped into his mouth.
Josselyn's eyes gaped as Haldir's face came into focus, then her eyes filled with rage.
"You! You son of a bitch!!"
The palm of her hand cracked hard and loud across his cheek and off she stormed through the forest. As Haldir caught up to her, she spun around, still raging mad.
"How dare you!! You wicked little elf man!! No one. No one was supposed to ever know those things!! Do you know what you've done??!! I am as good as dead now! If I had my powers, I would string you up in that tree by your balls!"
Rumil and Orophin arrived and raised their bows at her.
"Baw!" (No) Haldir snapped as he raised his hand at his brothers.
"Your anger is justified. You know why I had to force you. Jo deserves to know the truth. Do you not care about her??"
"What kind of question is that?? Of course I do! I was like a mother to that girl when....arrrgh! Just never mind!"
"I will not never mind. Tell me the rest. Help me help her. I can help you too. I will let no harm come to you. You can trust me."
Josselyn laughs hysterically. "Like you just now let harm come to me?? I have been on my own for so many years and I trust no one! Especially an elf! And obviously with good cause! And don't you think for one minute that I enjoyed that kiss!"
"So be it. Just know, when we return to the castle, I am going to show Jo all of this and she will seek you out for the rest of the answers. Knowing her like I do, she is going to be far more angry than you are right now, for you knew all of this and never told her. I would say you are much better off to tell me now and then I can speak with her and try to make her understand your reasoning."
Josselyn was quiet as she stared at him, then she softly spoke.
"You...you would actually do that for me? Try to help me, even after...after all of this. I mean...I...I kissed you, then I slapped you for one thing."
"I will. I am an elf of my word. As I said, you can trust me. You are safe. I will protect you."
Her eyes were skeptical for a moment and then she sighed.
"Alright. Fine. Have a seat. But you better buckle up elf boy. There's many more twists and turns."
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