#me on my headphones and my family needs to switch the lights on and off to get my attention LMFAOOOOOO
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I’ve seen a few posts recently talking about how important it is for us to share our tips for dealing chronic illness with each other, and I’ve realized that as a freakishly avid community enthusiast, I’ve been falling down on the job. So, I present
Wellplacedbanana’s Ridiculously Long List of Tips for All Things Chronic Illness (Curated Over 8+ Years):
Infusion Centers
Headed to an infusion center to get that sweet sweet (expensive as hell) live-saving medication pumped directly into your veins? Here’s what I do.
Bring headphones or earplugs. Most infusion centers try to maintain a semblance of quiet for the patients, but it can get loud fast—beeping IVs, pulse ox monitors, loud families, codes. Some infusion centers do pods of multiple people and some do individual bays, so this can affect noise levels.
Drink lots of water before if you have to get an IV placed. Don’t worry too much about bringing a water bottle because they’ll give you one when you get there. (Of course, if you have something like POTS and need more intense hydration, bring the damn water bottle.) If you’re not hydrated and they can’t find a vein, they’ll call in the ultrasound tech, and they’ll bring the longest IV needle you’ve ever seen. It hurts. Drink water.
Bring a book or your Switch or something else to entertain you, but don’t expect to actually do it. I tried bringing papers to edit the first time because I was like “Oh it’s an hour and a half of uninterrupted free time. I can get so much done!” I was wrong. The nurses are constantly checking in for vitals, the unit can be loud, and I spent the whole time trying not to vomit everywhere. Different infusions will have different side affects. Knowing what yours might be will help you plan for what you want to bring. Knowing how long your infusion will be can also help. Most infusion centers have to keep you 20-45 minutes after your first dose of a new medication to make sure you don’t have an allergic reaction, so factor that into your time too.
If you’re in a pod with other patients who’re friendly and if you feel up to it, don’t be afraid to talk with them. Lots of them are lonely, bored, interested in other people, etc. I met an elderly Thai lady one time who had been there for three hours and would be there for another four AFTER I left. We talked about her husband and her kids, and she listened to me talk about punctuation as style in prose. It made me feel less alone in the medical system and helped distract me from the nausea.
Conversely, if you don’t want to interact with anyone, snap on those headphones and block everything out. The nurses will get your attention if they need you. Don’t worry about staying lucid. Your job is to get the infusion and do what’s best for you.
You can bring snacks if you want, but most units/centers will have something to munch on or can order you something from the cafeteria if you’re at a hospital. Also the medication and the smells in the unit always make me nauseous, so it’s kind of a waste for me to bother pulling together food before I leave. You can always eat before or plan to get something on the way back. Going through a drive thru to get something with protein is my go to.
If possible, schedule your next appointment while you’re there. I have to go every three months, so I schedule the next one while I’m there, and then I never have to make any fucking phone calls. Phone calls are the worst.
My last and most important tip: ask the nurses when you need something. Blankets, water, snacks, pain meds, the lights turned off. If they can’t do it, they’ll tell you. They’d rather have you ask and have to say no, then you be uncomfortable. Don’t suffer if there might be a solution.
Dealing with Shitty Doctors
There are shitty doctors everywhere, in every specialty and every hospital system. It sucks, and you can do your best to avoid them, but most chronically ill patients will have to put up with one at some point. Here are my suggestions:
If they’re refusing to acknowledge one of your symptoms is a problem (won’t order tests, won’t refer you out, won’t ask any questions), tell them it’s affect your Activities of Daily Living. ADLs are one of the ways doctors measure severity of symptoms and quality of life. ADLs are the absolutely essential things you need to do to be a functioning human: eat, shower, get dressed, brush your teeth. ADLs are a trigger word for most doctors. Physical therapists and occupational therapists were created specifically to help patients achieve their ADLs. If you’re having severe joint paint, say it’s affecting you’re ability to shower and dress in the morning. If you have intense fatigue, say you’re too tired all the time to cook food to eat or even brush your teeth before bed. Tell them your symptoms are affecting your quality of life and your ability to function daily. This won’t always work, but it’s a good starting place. (A side note: if you have have to submit an insurance appeal for something that was denied, citing ADLs as a reason to receive the treatment/medical equipment/doctors visit, will often spur them into action. Sometimes, it’ll just make them ask more questions, but questions are better than flat out denial. This was a very helpful tactic when I was trying to get my manual wheelchair approved. I told them I was unable to complete my ADLs and it was affecting my quality of life, and they eventually came around. It’s also important to remember that ADLs are only the most base tasks that you need to live. Driving, working, socializing—those aren’t included in ADLs, and insurance especially will laugh in your face if you try to say you need medical equipment for something like that.)
Lots of doctors, consciously or unconsciously, will judge how you’re actually feeling by your mood in an appointment. I had a pediatric neurologist who couldn’t be convinced that my pain was at an 8 because I would laugh with my mom in the waiting room. Eight months in, I started getting real quiet, not talking, crying when he talked, all that shit, and he was so fucking flummoxed. He was like “what changed?? Are you depressed??” And I had to remind him that I was thirteen with a severe shoulder inure that hurt every time I breathed. Doctors will judge you based on how you look and how you present. It’s horrible, but it’s true. Present to them in the way that represents what they’d expect to see for your symptoms.
Whatever you do, don’t say anything (or send any snappy messages) that might be considered aggressive until you are absolutely, 100% positive you will never ever have to see them again. I’ve had a few doctors that said ridiculously horrible things to me. It’s tempting to send them a message about how shitty they’ve been or how much they’ve hurt you, but it won’t help. Shitty doctors have fragile egos and they don’t like to be challenged. They won’t take this well, and they’ll mark you as attention seeking, emotional, mentally unstable—you name it. When your other doctors call to ask questions about symptoms, etc, they’ll start talking shit, and everything gets complicated. This might sound dramatic to anyone who hasn’t seen it happen, but honestly, the medical system abuses emotion and mental illness to discard patients that aren’t afraid to advocate for themselves, and this is one of the least immoral ways they do it.
Remember that you don’t owe your doctors anything (except basic human decency). If they ask you to do something and you can’t or don’t want to, don’t. My psychiatrist was really fixated on me getting a light box to cure my depression. I did Not want to do that, so I didn’t. Sometimes, your doctors won’t move on to further treatment or tests until you try it, but most of the time you can say, “that’s not something I’m able to do right now. Let’s explore further options,” and they’ll move on.
Remember that learning to advocate for yourself takes years of practice. Just do your best, and try not to blame yourself for the ways you get mistreated. Therapy is the best investment I’ve ever made for this. It’s helped me learn how to advocate and how to process medical trauma.
Medication
For gods sake, take the as needed medication when you have a migraine or if you’re nauseous. Don’t punish yourself.
This might seem like a no brainer, but if you’re traveling and you’re going to take your medication bottles with you, put them in a ziplock bag. They will definitely open in your suitcase, and you’ll have to pick Levothyroxine out of your socks.
If a medication gives you icky side effects, tell your doctor and ask if there’s something that doesn’t do that. For me personally, it’s hard to find medication that works at all, so I often get stuck with things that make me feel like shit. But it doesn’t hurt to ask. Sometimes new medications come out or they dig up old ones.
Some medications come in dissolvable tablets or suppositories. They’re not fun, but if you have trouble swallowing pills, this is a good way to go. Again, communicate with your doctor about these things. I know that there are Scopolamine patches for nausea too. I’ve never used them before, but it might be worth looking into if need easy nausea relief.
All Things Wheelchair
Man, wheelchairs suck, but they’re also amazing. If you find yourself using one, you’ll encounter a steep learning curve.
If you’re not super buff when you first start, it’ll seem impossible to go up even a slight incline. Your arms will get stronger the more you move around, but it might take time. I eventually bit the bullet and started doing personal training. I’m lucky that I can afford it, and I know it’s not an option for everyone, but if you can, find a trainer who won’t saying anything shitty and who’s willing to accommodate. I worked with a queer-owned gym to find someone I was comfortable with. We do upper body strength training, and it gives me a chance to move my body more often. I still can’t go up big hills, but I feel infinitely more mobile. Give yourself time to adjust to the new strain on your body, even if you don’t do training for it. You’ll be sore in the beginning. Ice and heat will be your friends after long days. If your wrists start hurting a lot, you’re not wheeling correctly, and you should ask your doctor for a referral to PT or OT. Oh and your hands will be fucked for the first few weeks. I bought special wheelchair gloves to try to combat this, but it just made it harder for me to maneuver. Now I only use the gloves if it’s cold, if I’m going down hills, or in the rain/snow. (But seriously, if you’re going down steep hills, use traction gloves.)
Learn to pop a wheelie as soon as possible. It’s such a helpful skill. If you get good enough, you’ll be able to get up over single steps and traverse shitty pavement.
If your wheelchair has a cushion, then it has a cushion cover. Wash it.
Time for the grossest part: cutting hair out of your caster wheels. I hate this. I hate it so much. It’s fucking disgusting, but you have to do it. It’ll fuck up your wheels and make it harder to maneuver. Also it’s just gross to have all that nasty hair hanging out by your feet. Get yourself a long pair of thin scissors and cut all that hair out every week or every two weeks. If you don’t have long hair or live with people who have long hair, then you might be able to wait longer. You should also sanitize your hand rims while you’re at it. Hand sanitizer or Clorox wipes are great for this.
You’ll notice that it’s fucking impossible to carry shopping baskets or suitcases if you use a manual chair. Some people try to balance them on their laps or wedge them onto their footplates, but it’s pretty precarious. I got these weird peg things that attach to the frame. You can place a basket or your bag on it and still keep your hands free. Here’s the link for the ones I got, but it depends on your make and model, so do some research and call some different companies before buying anything. Also, make sure to measure the distance between the two sides of your frame to make sure a basket will be able to balance on the two pegs. Your frame might be too wide for this. Mine is, but I bought a special basket to take to the store that’s wide enough to reach across.
Lots of people will offer to push you. Some won’t even offer; they’ll just grab on and take you in whatever direction. It’s insanely invasive and dehumanizing. Don’t be afraid to put on your breaks if someone does this. I can stand and take small steps, so sometime I just get up and stare at them. You can also buy covers for your handles that have spikes so people can’t grab them. I know some wheelchair users who like it when people offer to push them. That’s good too! Take the help if you want it. Just remember to prioritize your safety and comfort. I had a big debate with another disabled person about whether it was infantilizing for someone to offer to hold open the door for us. I’m firmly on the side that they can offer, and I can say no, and they can listen, and then we can both appreciate the moment of shared humanity between us. They did not agree. Disabled people fight and disagree all the time because we’re not all carbon copies of each other. That’s okay! Just be respectful.
Getting a customized manual wheelchair was one of the single most stressful things I had to deal with. Insurance doesn’t like to pay for them because it’s about 3-12k, depending on the specifications and add-ons. But it’s also been the most liberating thing I’ve done since getting my mobility stripped from me. I’m not sure how it works for everyone, but I got a referral from my doctor to a custom wheelchair company. From there, they took measurements, discussed needs, and showed me different models. It’s going to be really really difficult to know what you want the first time. There’s a lot of different brands and customizations, so do your research and talk in depth with whoever’s making your chair. Ultra lite rigid frames are my favorite because they’re usually only 15-40 pounds, and the wheels can come off to make it even lighter. However, rigid frames don’t fold together in the middle like classic manual wheelchairs that you might find at a hospital or get at a rental company. They can be difficult to fit in the backseat of a car or in some trunks, so make sure to measure any cars you ride in regularly. Some people prefer to have tilted wheels so they can turn easier. Some people don’t want anything to do with that. Depending on your mobility and the people in your life, you might choose not to add push handles to your chair. I added some to mine because I often get dizzy, and it’s helpful to have handles in case I need someone to push me out of the crosswalk or into the shade. People who are highly independent and extremely strong might not want push handles because they won’t need help up steep hills. I like my handles a lot; however, my chair back is shorter than a standard wheelchair because it helps increase range of motion when I’m wheeling, so my push handles are lower than normal, and anyone who wants to push me has to hunch a bit to reach. Again, do your research and talk to your rep before making final decisions. Some companies will let you test out the chairs they have on hand to see what you like. It’s important to work with a wheelchair company you really like because you’re literally putting you life in their hands. I’ve had better luck with smaller, locally-owned companies, but you can’t always get referrals there, and not every town has them. Here’s my tip to you: Numotion sucks ass. Avoid them. My branch of Numotion seems to be an outlier; I’ve had really good experiences with them. But most of the time, its impossible to get ahold of anyone, their hours are few and random, and their customer service reps are rude. But! After you’ve completed your order form—gotten measurements and found customizations—they’ll submit it to insurance. This is the tricky part. I went through four appeals, before I got mine approved. Luckily, I had insurance through my mom’s job, and after the last appeal, her company told the insurance that they had to pay for it. This won’t be the case with everyone. Be diligent with your appeals. Have your doctors write specific, clear letters about why you need it, including information about all the customizations and add-ons. It’s likely that they’ll only pay for the base chair, and you’ll have to pay out of pocket for any extra things. Another note: most insurance companies will only pay for a new chair once every five years (if they approve the first one at all), so be sure that the chair you pick out will work for you for at least the next five and a half years.
I had an advisor in college tell me something devastating once: there is no AAA for wheelchairs. I’d broken a caster wheel and gotten stuck on a university sidewalk in 102 degree heat, and she was telling me about her own experiences getting stranded after one of her tires popped. She’s right; if you’re wheelchair breaks, you’re stuck wherever you are without any backup. Carry your phone with you. Tell your friends or family where you’re going before you leave. Familiarize yourself with the wheelchair repairs shops in your area. Sometimes places like bike shops will be able to help you fix smaller things. I always carry an Allen wrench with me in case I need to take a part off. And don’t worry; you’ll find that if something does go wrong, people are far more willing to help than you’d expect. One of the sculpture professors in the art department found me that day and went back to his workshop to get all his tools. He brought me water and sat in the sun while he tried to fix my wheel, and when he couldn’t, he offered to drive me wherever I needed to go. This man was a tenured professor with a prestigious MFA, and he was running late for a party where he was supposed to be handing out awards. You’ll find lots of good people when things inevitably go to shit.
Going along with the last point, your wheelchair will break, and you will have to send it into the shop to get repairs. If you can, invest in a cheap manual chair that you can use in emergencies. If you live with other people, you can buy a transport chair for cheaper, but you’ll need someone around to push you because it won’t have hand rims.
If you’re new to wheelchair use, give yourself space to feel all the emotions. When I first started, I had been using an office chair(!) to get around. My mom would push me from my bed to the bathroom and then back to bed while we waited to get a rental. I was so relieved when I got my own chair that I pushed everything else down. It took months to allow myself to be sad about all the things I couldn’t do anymore and be angry about all the inaccessible infrastructure that America has. Don’t push it down. Talk to a therapist or find people in the community to discuss it with. (If I choose to talk about my frustrations with friends, I always start with “I need to vent right now, and I’m grateful you’re willing to listen to me, but I’m not looking for any solutions to this at the moment,” or “can you give me some suggestions to work around these things that are frustrating me?” This gives my friends insight into what I need, instead of making them guess. It keeps us both from getting frustrated, and I highly suggest it, especially if you or your friends have trouble navigating social situations/expectations.)
Hand Controls
Hand controls are great option for your car if you’re unable to use your feet to drive. I got mine about a year back, but it was tricky and really confusing at first.
First thing you need to know: you can’t get hand controls without a prescription from a specialist. Usually a certain type of occupational therapist. You can look up driving rehab OTs in your area, but there aren’t many of them, and lots of the time you’ll have to drive several hours to see one. There’s usually a long wait list as well. (And of course, a lot of them don’t take insurance.)
If you’re able to find someone who’s certified, they’ll do an intake appointment and assess your physical abilities and needs. Sometimes, they’ll do the assessment and decide you aren’t fit to use hand controls. This can be for a multitude of reasons, including impaired mental cognition and slow reaction time, issues with hand or arm mobility, or there might be a better way to adapt a car for you. Again, it varies greatly on the person, and I’m not an OT, so I don’t know all the ins and outs. If you pass the assessment, and they view you got to drive with hand controls, you’ll be required to do a certain amount of training where you practice using different equipment. Some OTs will know what you need to use right away, and others will have you try different things out to see what fits best. There’s a lot of types of hand controls and a lot of adaptations that can be done to a car, so it really depends on the person. My training was only about 15 hours (plus independent driving practice), but it’ll depend on whether this is your first time ever driving, if you’ve driven without hand controls before, and if you have any other medical issues that might make it hard for you to adapt. Once you’ve completed the training and received your certificate from the OT, they’ll write a prescription to send to a shop that does specialty car adaptation. Kind of like wheelchairs, the shop you go to is very important. Ask your OT if they have any favorites in the area. Insurance never covers this, and some shops will way overcharge you if you’re not careful. My hand controls were about 3k out of pocket, but it was definitely worth it. It would’ve been a lot more to add other adaptations like a lift or a ramp, but sometimes you can buy used accessible vans for cheaper than adding it to your own car. Something to know: you’re usually able to turn your hand controls on and off. So if your friend needs to borrow your car, or you need to let a mechanic test drive it, you can disable to hand controls and allow someone else to use the foot pedals as normal.
Overall, it’s a very long, very expensive process, so plan ahead and be prepared to wait and pay.
Navigating Raising a Kid with Chronic Illnesses
I don’t have any kids, but my mom was my sole caretaker growing up, and I can offer you some of her thoughts. You have to remember that no matter what age your kid is, chronic illness is an impossible thing for them to deal with, and yet they have to deal with it anyways. Sometimes, there’s no good way to comfort a child who’s in 10/10 pain, or who’s about to undergo a life-altering procedure. All you can do is your best. Communicate. Offer support. Give affection. Make your love unconditional. I was a very angry teenager. I was angry with my mom that she couldn’t fix it, and I was angry with my doctors for the way they treated me. There were days where I would yell and sob and refuse to take my meds, and there where days where I would stare at the wall and not respond to anything. It drove my mom up the wall. She’s used to fixing things, and this was one of those things she couldn’t even help. I know she stills holds a lot of guilt for this, but she shouldn’t. She did her best. You’re doing your best too. You can’t fix everything. That being said, here are her suggestions:
Therapy, therapy, therapy. They might hate it, but some day, they’ll thank you. Remember that not every therapist is right for every patient. If your kid wants to switch to a different therapist, let them. It’s better than them sitting and not speaking the whole session.
Lots of kids with developing rare undiagnosed diseases will go through this vicious cycle where they get a new symptom, get sent to a specialist, get dismissed, and then develop a new symptom and start the process all over again. It’s not easy. My mom was a fan of throwing Pity Parties. Every once in a while, when the grind of it all started making us feel hopeless, she’d take me to the store and say, “pick out snacks and drinks. We’re going to throw a pity party, gorge on sugar, watch Lord of the Rings, feel bad for ourselves, and tomorrow, we’ll dust ourselves off and try again.” It helped. It was good to know that sometimes you can let life feel unfair, and it was even better to know that the next day it would be easier to try again.
A lot of being chronically ill as a kid is getting decisions stripped from you and having unexpected negative experiences. My mom would try to do spontaneous things every once in a while to remind me that not all surprises are bad. Instead of driving straight home after school one Friday, she took me to Starbucks without saying anything. After an MRI, she stopped at an art fair and let me pick out a necklace. We would go to the library after I spent the day in the hospital. Sometimes, she’d call my aunts while I was at school to come over and play card games on the weekends. And she was really big on giving me choices in everything. She never made me agree to new (non-lifesaving) treatment. Ever. If she really wanted me to do it, we’d talk it over and come to an agreement that made us both happy. Sick kids are forced into adulthood early; they know how to make calculated, logical decisions when needed. Let them be a part of their own healthcare. (They should also be given the chance to make rash, stupid decisions that have no bearing on their health.)
Keep track of everything. Doctors, meds, ER visits, PT exercises, diets they’ve tried for GI issues, everything about the surgeries they’ve undergone. Some day, you’ll need it. Or your kid will grow up into a chronically ill adult, and they’ll need it.
Talk to their school counselor about getting a 504 or IEP. Even if they’re not struggling. I was a super academically minded kid; I didn’t struggle to understand new concepts or complete homework correctly. But eventually it became hard for me to attend class and finish assignments. Having an IEP saved me. 504s are a lot easier to get (a lot less paperwork, less testing, less pushback from admin), but they’re not legally binding. If you want something concrete and all-encompassing, go for the IEP. IEPs are also really helpful when trying to get accommodations in college. You can also start with a 504 and switch to an IEP later. While we’re on the subject of school: remember that education is important, but school is not the end all be all of your child’s life. What should matter the most to you is that they end up safe and happy. I didn’t graduate high school; I took a proficiency test my junior year and dropped out. It was the best choice I could’ve made at the time, but it was still tough for my mom. I ended up going to college, and now I have a pretty solid job, but every kid will be different. Their mental and physical health is the most important. School is a huge huge huge stressor. Don’t make it harder for them than it already is.
Dating
God dating sucks enough on its own, but adding in chronic illness and disability just makes it a shit show. I don’t have a lot to offer on this other than you shouldn’t settle for anyone who doesn’t respect you, treat you with love and compassion, and accept every part of you for what it is. People will say rude shit. They’ll be nasty, fetishizing, infantilizing, dismissive. Some won’t be able to put up with all the things that come along with being ill. I sound like a broken record, but find a good therapist who can help you voice your needs and expectations clearly. Remember that you never have to go on a date if you don’t want to. Participate as you see fit. Throw it all out if you want.
I don’t have enough time to go into my tips for intimacy/sex and disability, but I’ll give you the highlights.
Communicate. Make it very clear what you’re able to do, what you’re interested in doing, and what you don’t want.
There are lots of ways to have sex. If you’re both having fun, being safe, and engaging consensually, then you’re doing it right. Don’t let abled bodied people tell you the way it should be done. There are lots of accessibility friendly toys to invest in, too.
As weird as it might sound, don’t be afraid to take breaks. Keep water near by. If you have POTS, keep salt or electrolyte tablets on hand. If you have to stop to vomit or go to the bathroom, don’t let it shame you. Go at your own pace and take care of your body.
Misc
Having seizures on a college campus: Most universities have a policy that if you lose consciousness while on campus, they have to call an ambulance. You are not required to ride in the ambulance. You can decline, and the paramedics will make you sign a form before leaving. If you’re still actively having seizures, then they’ll take you anyways, but you probably won’t be in any shape to try to decline. If you’re having seizures regularly, tell your professors. It’ll freak them the fuck out, so warn them ahead of time. It makes the whole thing a lot less awkward when you collapse in the aisle during a lecture. Related to that: communicate with your professors about all your accommodations and emergency health needs. They really honestly appreciate it when you talk to them about this stuff. Even if they have a big class and don’t remember you, it’s good to send them an email and introduce yourself. Hopefully, you’ve also talked to your college’s Disability Resource Center. If not, go do that. Now. (There’s a whole lot of shit that I have to say about campus accessibility and disability resource centers, but I’m not gonna go into it right now.) Also, wear your medical alert bracelet. I know they suck, but it sucks more for someone to be digging through your pants pocket while you’re seizing to try to find your wallet. And keep your emergency contact info pinned up somewhere in your dorm. I used to put mine on the fridge and point it out to my roommates at the beginning of term. It can take a while for RAs to pull yours up, so it’s best to make sure it’s easily accessible.
Remember that you do not function like a normal person. There is no wrong way to solve one of your problems. If you need to put a stool in your bathroom to sit at while you brush your teeth, do it. I got an extra tall stool to sit at while I cook at the stove because my wheelchair is too short. (Cooking in a wheelchair is another thing I could talk about forever.) If you need to wear a sleep mask on the bus because the light makes your migraine worse, do it. People can look at you funny all they want. Like I said, I rolled around my house in an office chair while I waited for a rental wheelchair. What I’m trying to say is find things that work and implement them, even if they’re non traditional.
Here’s what I pack in my bag for an ER visit: headphones, phone charger, book, zofran, Naproxen, water bottle, wallet with cash, socks, and sleep mask to block out the waiting room lights. If I’m expecting to be admitted, then I’ll pack more, but I try to keep it light if it’s just triage and a visit with the ER doctor. Sometimes I’ll stuff a granola bar or some almonds in there too.
My biggest tip for surviving hospital stays is to get out of your room (if possible). Go on walks around the unit. Some hospitals have little courtyards patients can sit in. If you’re in peds, go visit the rec room, even if it’s awkward. Their activities are usually meant for the younger kids, but it can be fun to connect with other people your age, and you’ll thank yourself later when you’re stuck in bed at 3am. Also, tell your friends to come visit you. Not everyone will be able to, but most people are happy to come hang out for an hour or two. It’ll help; I promise.
Clean your room every few weeks. Dear god, clean your room. I have trouble with executive functioning and finding energy to do housekeeping type stuff, but I get more depressed when my room is gross. So clean your room. Especially if you have hypersomnia/sleep excessively.
Don’t force yourself to use a pill organizer. I know everyone says it makes it easier, but I get overwhelmed when I have to refill it, and then I just don’t end up taking my meds. If it doesn’t work for you, don’t do it. If it does, then do it!
Don’t buy the self help books your therapist recommends unless you’re actually interested in reading them. It’ll just sit on your shelf and make you feel guilty for not being good enough.
Mental illness is tightly bound to physical illness. Try to be an active listener in your body. Sometimes, when I’ve been feeling really nauseous, my PSTD symptoms will get triggered over nothing, and it’ll frustrate the fuck out of me because it seems like it’s happening over nothing. I try to track when my emotional state is worse to see if it’s correlated to my physical symptoms. This helps curb the frustration and guilt. Sometimes it makes me dissociate more. It’s a balancing act. Just do your best.
Hobbies are so so so important. Make sure to give yourself time to work on them! And there are a million ways to adapt the activities you love if you’re having trouble, so don’t afraid to do some research. I know they have crochet hook grips for people with arthritis or loose grips, and there are super intense magnifying glasses for people who like to cross stitch and are having trouble seeing the tiny ass holes. I have a color blind friend who sends us pictures of paint to see if it’s the shade he wants. Very occasionally, you’ll come to the conclusion that there’s a hobby you can’t adapt. Let yourself be sad. I can’t hike anymore and it sucks. I can’t go tide-pooling either, and its not like if I just work really hard I’ll be able to do it some day. Life is shit, and sometimes you have to let things go. Be angry, be sad, tell people to fuck off if they try to turn you into inspiration porn, but also remember that there are lots of other cool things out there to try.
Going along with the hobby thing: take the time to learn ASL if you’re having trouble with your hearing or if you often go nonverbal. One of my friends had to get hearing aids last year, and we offered to learn with them, but they were hesitant because it feels like a non necessity to them. Something selfish that would take up all our time. If you think it’ll help, you should grant yourself the time to learn. Capitalism makes us think that we shouldn’t engage in activities unless we gain money or power from them, but that mindset will kill you. Your life will be infinitely easier if you learn ASL online with your partner or friends or siblings.
Look up Spoon Theory. It’s not a helpful metaphor for everyone, but most people in the community talk about it, so it’s good to be familiar with it.
Don’t be afraid to go out and find community! Find support groups, look up wheelchair sports if you’re into getting sweaty, brave the awkwardness of starting conversations with other patients in the clinic. I’m wholly and completely of the idea that humans are innately good. There are lots of interesting chronically ill/disabled people who’re looking for connection. Insurance companies and other medical entities rely on us feeling isolated, alone, and uniformed to continue making money and hold power. It’s important that we share with and support each other.
I know a lot of this is basic stuff, but it’s helpful to have reminders, and if you’re new to the whole song and dance, then it’s nice to get a sneak peak. There are a million things I didn’t get to, but this was what was on the top of my brain.
Also, I’m not the collective voice of every chronically ill person in the world. My experiences are not yours and they’re not everyone else’s. What works for me, might not work for you. Be kind.
#thanks to @thenarrativefoil for reminding me that we need to share with each other!!#if you have any suggestions for dealing with gastroparesis please hmu#I’m still waiting for my gastric emptying scan but I’d like to try out some of y’all’s tips#hopefully some of this is helpful to someone#chronic illness#chronic pain#disability#seizures#nausea#wheelchair user#ptsd#mental health#hand controls#medical insurance companies suck#therapy#so much talk of therapy#spoonie#if this is helpful to anyone I’ll make another
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Wang Yibo - Himalaya / Ximalaya podcast episodes transcript Episodes 1-100 💚
Get ready for lots of Trivia! Let’s learn with Bobo! 🤍
1. Does shaking your legs make your knees shiny?
Hello Friends of Himalaya, This is Wang Yibo. What shall we talk about? Okay, I’ll share a little know knowledge I came across in the internet. When you sit on your chair, do you shake your leg? It seems it’s not good to shake your leg. When I was young, my family will tap me and tell me this is not a good habit. However the internet says it’s good. It eases pressures and when it reaches the speed of 75000000xx every second so many 0, it’s 13 “0s” , behind the 75, 13 “0s”. When it reaches that speed in theory, creates visible spectrum magnetic waves — the knees will sparkle with light. igniting yourself and casting light to others. This fact says not to shake our legs, even if you can’t shake it like that, it’s a bad habit. If we lower the bar to a lower speed, about 20x every second will create a sound waves. Okay, I have to go to work, you should too. Before we go I’ll ask a question, how many 0s did i saw now before 75?
2. Skateboarding beats taking a 57s flight
Hello Friends of Himalaya, This is Wang Yibo. What shall we talk about? I’m currently onboard my flight. This brings to my mind a little known knowledge related to flying to share with you. What is the shortest flight duration you’ve been on? To me, about an hour. Do you know how much time it takes to fly the world’s shortest flight route? The answer is 57 seconds, not even a minute! I was quite astonished. How is that possible to fly? It’s not even enough to take off. Can’t it be reached by foot? It should also be sufficient to skate there. According to the internet, this flight route is in Scotland. The Orkney islands is an archipelago in Scotland and there are 2 islands. The distance between them is 2.7 km. The locals opened this flight route and the official flight duration is in 2 minutes. Under excellent flight conditions, it’s only 57 seconds. This flight costs 30 USD. excluding meals and in flight entertainment. It’s such a short flight so of course there’s no meals. The plane doesn’t even need to retract it’s wings. But I’m still very curious, since the plane has to descend shortly after it takes off— why is there a need to take a plane? 2.7 km, should be able to reach by swimming or taking a boat. Okay, I need to switch off my phone. For those who are taking a flight, have a safe journey.
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Hi friends of Ximalaya, I'm Wang Yibo. Whatshall we talk about? Hello everyone l'm Wang Yibo, today l'll share a riddle joke, a joke riddle. Who has it worst in life? Think about it. The answer is the Koala. Why?Because the eucalyptus leaves which it eats is in fact poisonous. And the reason why koalas feed on eucalyptus tree leaves isn't because of preference but because it's unable to compete with the others. It can only feed on what other the animals wouldn't fancy. Koalas spend 99% of their time feeding on poisonous tree leaves. After eating, they sleep. Its whole life is basically spent in semi- consciousness. What's more awkward is that Koalas have no natural predators. Most of them die by falling. Because when they get too old to hold onto trees, they fall. That's terrible. Have you gotten the joke?
4 【renew】...
Eh~ I know you are all waiting for my update, but I have been really busy recently. A little~ a little~ I'll update as soon as I'm free.
5 Sometimes just spacing out is another way to recharge
I'm going to work right now, I'm a little busy these days. So when I'm on the road, I'll make good use of my time. For example, I will wear my headphones and listen to my favorite music or i’m just going to stare out the window and daydream. Sometimes emptying yourself is a good way to recharge. It's been hot lately, don't get caught with the summer flu. Eat more vegetables and fruits, drink lots of water; quench your thirst and get vitamin C and so it helps you feel better! OK, that's it! See you next time~
6 thank you all
Saw a lot of blessings, thank you.
7 Long time no see, time to update
Hello, everyone, I'm Yibo. Now, I'm on the plane about to take off. I wanted to sleep for a while, but I remember that I haven't updated you for a long time. I will come up to chat with you a few words, see what you want to hear, and leave me a message. bye～
8 It's autumn, please add clothes
Hello friends of Xima~ Today is the time for us to talk about solar terms again. Today is Bailu, um~ it is the 15th solar term in the 24 solar terms. Bailu is a natural phenomenon unique to the Bailu solar term. This solar term can be said to be the most comfortable season of the year, because the sky is high and the clouds are not cold. Not hot and refreshing. By the way, let me tell you a common saying, egrets and egrets have no leaks on their limbs, that is to say, they have started wearing long clothes and long sleeves, so don't catch a cold!
9 Do you have any tips for getting started with hip-hop?
Hello, everyone, this is Yibo Radio.I remembered that you asked me if I had any advice on getting started with hip-hop. In fact, there is no. If I have to say it, it is to find a good teacher, practice regularly, listen to more music, watch more videos, and learn to skateboard. The same is true for a good teacher, often Practice, see more and learn more. Oh ~ there is another skateboard, pay attention to safety.
10 I think about it myself
Hello, everyone, I'm Yibo. The hot summer is about to come to an end. The climate characteristics are that it is hot during the day, but sooner or later it starts to cool, and the temperature difference between day and night is large. This time is a good time for autumn travel. Today, I suddenly want to eat the food of my hometown. So do you want to know what I want to eat? Eh~ I still think about it myself.
11 It's alright, let's have some noodles
Hello everyone, I'm Yibo.Everyone, have eaten instant noodles, but do you know why instant noodles are wavy? I've looked into it specifically, and that's actually the case. First of all, if the surface is pressed into a wave shape, more surfaces can be installed, which can save space. The important point is that wavy shapes are less likely to break or chip than straight surfaces. This makes it easier to store and transport. In addition, there are many gaps between the wavy noodles, which can allow more water to contact the noodles during the cooking process. In this way, the noodles absorb more water, and the soup is also very full. The taste and texture of the noodles will also be better. In addition, there is another saying on the Internet that instant noodles cannot be digested for 32 hours after eating. It sounds scary, but it is not true. American scientists compared the situation of processed food and unadded food being eaten in the stomach through capsule endoscopy. As it turns out, the two kinds of noodles were two hours after eating. are basically digested. Of course, no matter how delicious and convenient it is. Dundun instant noodles are also not very good. So everyone should eat more rice, vegetables, fruits, and pay attention to a balanced diet. See you next time~
12 Days are short and nights are long, so you can sleep more
Hello everyone, I'm Yibo. Today is the autumnal equinox, the 16th versus the 16th solar term in the 24 solar terms. From this day on, the days will be shorter and the nights longer. What does it mean? It's early in the day and night, it gets dark quickly, you can sleep more at night, and the autumn equinox is still a good time to harvest. I like it, which solar term do you like? The sun is shining today, emm I want to go skateboarding, do you want to come with me? !
13 share a big day
Hello friends from the Himalaya, my name is Wang Yibo.The weather is slowly getting colder. Recently, many people around you have a cold and cough. You have to be careful, don't catch a cold~ Today, I would like to share with you an important day. On September 28, 2008, motorcycle rider Valentino Rossi won the sub-station of Motegi Circuit in Japan. 🏆, become the eight crown king. In October of the following year, Rossi made a stop earlier at the Sepang Circuit in Malaysia and won the MotoGP World🏆, becoming the nine-time champion. Rossi just said "Awesome👍"
14 Tell us about your vacation plans
hi I'm Yibo. This should be the longest holiday this year so far, where are you ready to go? Tell us about your vacation plans
15 Happy Mid-Autumn Festival
Hello everyone, I'm Yibo. Today is the festival.Mid-Autumn Festival and it is also the day the family will come to live. along with each other's eyes as well who are you with. Who eats mooncakes? Hmmm... It's a pity that I'm still working But as long as our hearts are together. We are together now right? Everyone, have a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.
16 a cool kid
Hello everyone, I'm Yibo. Some time ago, I met a child who was very good at hip-hop on an occasion. A tiny B-Boy in a Super Mario outfit, cool. He started to learn hip-hop breaking when he was four years old, and now he is six years old. Now, he can do such difficult movements as windmills, airflare, and head turning. I was quite surprised at the time, but later I found out that there are already a lot of them. All the children have started to learn hip-hop, and they dance very well. The atmosphere of hip-hop is really good now. I hope our country will have more world champions in the future, so that the world can see Chinese dancers.
17 Finally got a chance to get off the track
Hello everyone, Yibo's radio station has started broadcasting.I haven't practiced for a long time, and I finally had the chance to get off the track recently. I'm very happy, I'm looking forward to it, that's it, bye~
18 Just right, lukewarm, arrange a climb
hello everyone, I'm Yibo. Today is Cold Dew, the 17th solar term in the 24 solar terms. Cold dew is a symbol of the weather turning cooler, symbolizing the transition from cool to cold winter. Generally speaking, the rainy season is over, the day is warm, and the night starts to get cold. In short, it starts to be a late autumn scene. By the way, the cold dew is also a good time to climb the mountain.
19 motorcycle science
Hello, everyone, I'm Yibo.I have seen a message saying that during motorcycle races, the riders are pressed very low when they bend, and even grind their elbows and knees, so why don't they fall? In fact, the main reason for bending is to change the position of the center of gravity of the body to achieve the purpose of reducing the turning radius of the motorcycle when cornering at a high speed, and to achieve a balance of force in order to stabilize and not fall. Of course, pressing the corner requires repeated practice by the drivers. Drivers need to know where their racing limits are, at what speed the car can reach the angle and keep the car from falling, where to decelerate when entering the corner, and when entering the corner. After the route planning, or where to turn off and so on. In addition, the wheels used in the competition are also different. Basically, they are all slick tires, which are tires without any patterns on the surface of the tires. In this way, the contact area between the tires and the ground will be larger, and the friction force will increase. It can also be successful when cornering. Okay, that's it for today, I'm Yibo, see you next time~
20 A grain of rice comes to the table for a lifetime
Hello, everyone, I'm Yibo.Today is October 16th, which is actually a very special day, but not many people know about it. em Today is World Food Day. I have heard this saying, it only takes a second for us to dump a bowl of rice on the dining table, but it may take a lifetime for a grain of rice to arrive on the dining table. Our happy life today is not easy, and we must start cherishing food from today
21 It hurts so much when the skateboard hits the calf
Hello, everyone, I'm Yibo. Ouch~ I think the weather is fine today. It would be better if I could go skateboarding and racing a car, but I also have to come up to chat, right? I don't know what to talk about, so that's it Well, today's business is over byebye~ Many people say that skateboarding is too dangerous, and it is true that if you are not careful, you will be easily injured. For example, the most easily injured is when the skateboard hits the calf, which is really, really painful. I have hit it before. Or if you want to jump some stairs and play some U pools, it will be more likely to be injured, so everyone should be well protected, wear protective gear, bye~
22 Frost and frost, the grain is full
Hello everyone, I'm Yibo.It's the 24th solar term broadcast again. Today is frost, the last solar term in autumn, and also the transition period from autumn to winter. The weather is gradually getting colder and frost begins to fall. In fact, frost does not fall from the sky, but the ground begins to dissipate heat at night, and the water vapor in the air condenses directly into frost on the ground or plants. Isn't it interesting? By the way, the custom says that when frost falls, the grain is full. em I hope to see frost today and have a good harvest.
23 Wang Yibo "patted" you: Tomorrow is the Double Ninth Festival
Hello everyone, this is Yibo Radio.
Tomorrow is the Double Ninth Festival. The high autumn weather is the most suitable for climbing. The key is to accompany the elders at home, grandma, grandpa, grandma, grandma, father and mother. Don't forget.
24 I'm here to share with you some tips for building Lego.
Hello everyone, this is Yibo FM. I'm here to share a little trick for building Lego with everyone. First of all. I will use two boxes. I'll put similar parts in a box. It will be easier to find (parts) for me. When next too We have to keep our focus, otherwise it will be difficult to dismantle when we are wrong. I feel that building legos is really fun. How about you, what hobbies do you guys have?
25 Is the pirate blindfold kidding?
hi everyone, I'm Yibo.
Did you also notice that many of the pirates in the movie wear an eye patch, like a one-eyed dragon, why is that? Of course, some pirates may have injured their eyes or thought it was cool. I have seen on the Internet that in fact, many pirates wear blindfolds for better combat, because they live at sea for a long time. If they suddenly enter the dark cabin from the bright deck, the eyes will be uncomfortable with this strong light. Changes take a period of time to fully see. For pirates, this period of time can be very deadly, and it is very ruthless not to see, so they keep one of their eyes in a dim environment for a long time, and then wait until they enter When it's dark, just take off the blindfold.
It turns out that wearing a blindfold is not for being cool, but for real survival needs. That's alright, that's it for today, see you next time~
26 What are you asking about
hello everyone, I'm Yibo. Seeing people asking about my playlist, in fact, I listen to a variety of things, everything, lyrical, rock, Hiphop. Or if you want to be more specific and want to ask me what type of songs, I'll see how I can reply to you.
27 In the beginning of winter, the dumpling bowl is not served, and the ears are frozen and no one cares
hello everyone, I'm Yibo
Today is the beginning of winter, and when the beginning of winter comes, it means that winter is coming. I have to add clothes, do you want to wear long johns? Well, it's better to exercise more. In the north, everyone said that if you don't bring dumpling bowls in the beginning of winter, no one cares if your ears are frozen, so let's come and celebrate the beginning of winter with dumplings. Not just winter, of course, every day is worth celebrating.
28 Protect yourself is to protect them
Hello everyone, this is Yibo Radio.
Today is National Fire Protection Day on November 9th. Last year, I experienced the life of a firefighter, which is unforgettable to this day. They are people who clearly know that the place they are going to is a very dangerous place, and they have to face it. They use their own lives to save the lives of others. The feeling of the fire burning around me is hard to forget. They guard our safety, and we should try our best not to cause them any trouble, keep in mind the knowledge of fire protection to protect ourselves, that is, to protect them.
29 How to use the towel in case of fire?
hello everyone, I'm Yibo
Today, I would like to share with you a little knowledge about fire escape. We all know that if you encounter a fire, especially when escaping through thick smoke, it is best to cover your mouth and nose with a wet towel, try to use your body as close to the ground as possible, and leave quickly. In the fire scene, to avoid inhaling smoke and dust, do you want to twist the wet towel? Whether it is to wring out part of the water or completely wring it out, this is important, because it is closely related to the effect of smoke prevention and ventilation. The combined effect of dry towels on smoke and dust is very limited. Very good, but it is not recommended to use it because it is completely airtight, but a wet towel that has been wrung out of some water can block a lot of smoke and dust, and the air permeability is also very good, which can help you in the event of a fire. How about it? Did you remember?
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Hi everyone im Yibo, Yibo's channel is on air now. Seems like it's been some time since l've been here. The weather is gradually cooling down. Have you guys ever done jigsaw puzzles? Do you open it up and grab a few pieces and start putting them together? Or how else do you do it? Today I heard from someone that they'll find the 4 corners from thousands of pieces and put the 4 sides together. When the border is up they'll then put the main picture together, or arrange the pieces of the same color together. As for the challenging parts, one can start after the other easier parts are up. If I get the chance to do a jigsaw puzzles I would like to try this method too. What's the most number of pieces you have attempted before? Bye bye.
31 A solar term related to food
Hello everyone, I'm Yibo, and it's the 24th solar term again.
Actually, I really like this, because I can learn a lot of new knowledge. Today is Xiaoxue in the 24 solar terms. When you hear the name, you know that Xiaoxue must be related to snow. Xiaoxue indicates the starting time and degree of snowfall. When the temperature drops, it begins to snow. But the amount of snow will not be very large, and it will melt easily when it hits the ground. Oh~ By the way, I heard that the weather will become very dry in light snow, so it is also a good time to process bacon, um, this is still related to food.
32 Road, your safety is number 1
Hello everyone, this is Yibo FM. December 2nd, today is National Transport Safety Day. On National transport safety day, safety must come first. Don't drive if you're tired. It would be nice if you could travel safely (green commute). Pay attention to safety! bye Bye.
33 During heavy snowfall (大雪 dà xuě), how many times have you experienced heavy snowfall?
Hello everyone, I'm Yibo. It's time to talk about the 24 seasons of China. Today is 大雪 Day. that means There will be heavy snow during this period. And there may be a blizzard in northern China. Therefore, we should protect ourselves from the cold and keep ourselves warm. especially people living in the northern part of the country Don't let your ears freeze. Snow that comes at the right time is a sign of a good harvest season. I'm looking forward to the heavy snow season.
34 December 13
Hello everyone, this is Yibo's radio station. Today is the National Memorial Day on December 13. Let us remember the history and cherish the memory of the martyrs.
35 happy dongzhi day (Winter Festival)
Hello everyone, I'm Yibo. It's time to talk about the 24 seasons of China again. Today is Tong Zhi Day. Dong Zhi Day is an important day in our traditional culture. It is as important as Chinese New Year's Day. However, on Tong Zhi Day, there are different customs. For example, people in the north of the country eat dumplings and people in the south eat thangyuan. (Chinese bua loi dessert) But no matter what you eat I wish you have a good Dong Zhi day. happy dongzhi day
36 Send Ping An Guo (effect of peace) to you
hello everyone This is Yibo FM. Today is December 25th, it's Christmas Day. Who is the person you celebrated with? no matter where you are Or who will you celebrate together with? Don't forget to buy apples for yourself. (Media holds peace Chinese beliefs) What happened in the past is the past. Something new is starting today. From now on, may everyone be free from danger and be filled with life force. Don't forget to eat apples for Christmas
37 Thank you , happy new year
hello happy new year For those who are listening to my channel I am Wang Yibo. Thank you for supporting me over the past year. May you do what you love. I wish everyone happiness and good health. thank you everyone.
38 The coldest day of the year is coming Are you ready?
Hello, this is Yibo. Today we will talk about the 24 seasons of China again. Today is 小寒 (xiǎohán), the 23rd text in the Chinese text. It is also the fifth substance in winter. During this period there will be strong winds and temperatures will drop. It is to remind you that the coldest time of the year is here. Don't forget to prepare clothes for winter. It's important to keep your body warm.
39 Today I'm here to get advice from you guys.
hello everyone This is Yibo FM. Do you guys have anything fun that you just discovered recently? Come share with me~
40 Would you like a bowl of Lapa (腊八粥 làbāzhōu) congee?
Hello everyone, I'm Yibo. Today is Dahan Day.大寒 (dàhán) in Chinese That means that the coldest time of the year is here. No wonder it's been very cold these past few days. We usually eat Laba Congee during Dahan. Hmm... I'm not sure if I should eat it too, but don't forget to eat it yourself. After Dahan Day is the Chinese New Year. Therefore, there is a rich Chinese New Year atmosphere during this season. Because it's the new year again after Dahan Day. I greatly respect the wisdom of our ancestors. Where were they able to put everything together in a place? After finishing the broadcast about the Chinese message I think our ancestors were really great. What do you think?
41 Miss Forever
Hello everyone, this is Yibo's radio station. We lost Kobe on this day last year, we will miss the Black Mamba forever
42 : Perseverance is the coolest thing.
hello everyone This is Yibo FM. Many things can be accomplished for 10 years, like dancing for ten years. Skateboarding for ten years Drive a car/motorcycle for ten years. Or jogging for 10 years in the morning, planting trees for 10 years, working hard for 10 years, everyone's life is different. But everyone has the same perseverance. Do you have it? How long have you been trying?
43 Beginning of spring plan, let's prepare together!
Hello, I'm Yibo, and it's the 24th solar term again. Today is the beginning of spring. Lichun does not mean standing, but means starting. That is to say, from this day onwards, we will enter the spring when the spring flowers bloom. From the beginning of spring to the next beginning of spring, it was called one year old in ancient times, which also means the beginning. So this day is actually a good day to think about what to do next. Do you have any plans? Get started
44 I wish you all a happy Spring Festival in advance
hello everyone, I'm Yibo, this is Yibo's radio station. It's Spring Festival again, what delicious food is there in your hometown? Leave me a message~
45 Happy Valentine's Day everyone
Hello everyone, I'm Yibo. Today is Valentine's Day on February 14th, I wish you a happy day~
46 Happy Birthday Rossi
Hello, everyone, I'm Yibo. Today is February 16th, the birthday of motorcycle rider Valentino Rossi. Just how awesome is Rossi? Let’s share a few numbers, he is the second car in history to win the highest-level world championship in the top motorcycle races more than six times, and he is the only rider in history to win the world championship in different displacement races. He is in the top class. His 74 victories in the 500cc are unparalleled. He has entered the top three 16 times in a single season, and his 12 fastest laps in a single season are also very fast. He is a truly talented driver. I like him very much, I salute him.
47 (Yushui) has arrived
Hello everyone, I'm Yibo, today is Yu Shui day. It is is the second of the 24 seasons and is also The festival is very important as well. because during this time There will be more rain and it is important for the season harvest. It's no surprise that there are sayings such as "Rain in Spring is comparatively expensive. equal to oil"
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hello everyone Today is the day of the Lantern Festival. Have people eaten the whole yuan yet? What kind of flavor is it? salty or sweet? But no matter what flavor you like, it means reviving. Nian, unity and all happiness. Happy Lantern Festival everyone. I wish you good health and happiness.
49 Long Taitou Day (Dragon Head Up Day) It's time to cut your hair.
Hello everyone, I'm Yibo. Today is the 2nd day of the waxing moon. The second month is the day of the head-up dragon. in the lunar calendar. Traditionally, this day is a day whether children or Every adult has to cut their hair. It is said to make find happiness all year round if you cut your hair your today. Ummm... I'm going to hurry and cut my hair two strands.
50 Wan Chunfen is here. May this be a good year
Hello everyone, I'm Yibo. Today we will talk About the 24 seasons of China again. How are you all doing? today is shunfen day Every year during shunfen, people will Let's play the nascent game, set the broom. Have you ever tried? Did you come before? From now on, the weather will begin to warm, the flowers will begin. bloom, outing in spring, usually and it will start at this time Someone said that if it rains on Chunfen Day, this year will be the year. That's good, I hope too.
51 World Health Day Good health is important.
Hello everyone, I'm Yibo. 'World Health Day' is Today's April 7th.we may not know anything about a lot in the past health security. Actually, that's what's important. Wash your hands regularly, improve your better air circulation. Good health should happen anywhere, anytime.
52 Tomorrow is (Guyu) day.
Hello all ximalaya friends, I'm Wang YiBo, it's time to air the 24 seasons of China. Once again, this is the last solar term.in the spring. Sorn means rainwater creates valleys and streams. in the meantime If the weather is still good.The peonies in Luoyang, my hometown, must have bloomed soon/ You can go to Luoyang to see the flowers. You can get a ticket. if have free time.
53 Today is China Space Day
Hello everyone, this is Yibo's radio station, April 24th, China Space Day. China's first artificial satellite was successfully launched 51 years ago.
54 Protect the world by our actions.
Hello everyone, this is Yibo FM. I saw a clip of a boat that hinder the escape of the whales due to their boat propeller that makes a deep wound on the dolphin’s fin. It made me feel very bad. One time when I was filming a show, people kept Coastal rubbish up 1- It contains garbage that has been collected as Many at even such a small shore. Let’s protect world without words
55 Persevere in what you like.
hello everyone This is Yibo FM. There was a 13 year old boy who lived with his brother.His stuff goes to Shanghai to collect trash for his living. Starting from repairing the motorcycle, collecting Discarded pieces and made into handicrafts. those crafts After being collected from many people because he does what he likes. although many people disagree with it, but I like this kind of attitude So I share This story for everyone today. National Youth Day.
56 (li xia) Have you eaten eggs today?
hello everyone It's time for 24 seasons. Summer has come. means that the summer is about to begin, people will play lay eggs during shunfen. So what will we play in ? What about Li Xia? They're going to fight with eggs here. Of course, it's because during the hot weather the tall people. It's full of nutrients and easy for kids to use. Eat it. People in the past would prepare to boil eggs. Children would play Egg Smash Game. Each child receives an egg and will collide If one's egg breaks, that person will. It must be eaten, and the egg of the one who does not crack it will receive it.
As it is said: eat eggs during Lixia. Your strength will increase by 10,000 times.
57 If you have plans to go out, don't forget to bring the umbrella out too.
Many people seem to like this season, maybe. because the word Xiao Man has not much meaning and too little have a fit which is consistent with the think about moderation There is an old saying that for a panicked man, the water in the river will gradually fill up. Before and after this season there will be downpours. always, so if you have plans to go out Don't forget to bring an umbrella.
58 Mango, 1/2 of the year has passed
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Hello everyone, I'm #Wang Yibo. Today is the day of the Bacang (Duan Wu Jie) Festival. inherited for a long time Dragon boat racing, Zongzi eating, umm… Really happy, but I'm a little busy right now. Otherwise, I would like to compete in a dragon boat race. Must be very cool, right? Ok, wishing you a very happy birthday to everyone. And when it comes to zhang, it will be very delicious. But don't eat too much.
60 It's time to exercise more
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62 The weather is getting hotter every day. don't forget to drink water A lot and then apply sunscreen as well.
This season is the time when It has the longest sunshine of the year, each day. The weather will continue to heat up. Usually during this time eat something that is bitter. a bit like bitter gourd But if you don't like bitter things like me, you can Eat Xia Zhi's noodles also known as “Rufu noodles" are cold noodles that have a cool flavor and Makes me feel refreshed, and more comfortable again
63 Why do flowers laugh?
Hello friends in ximalaya, I'm Wang Yibo. I'm going to tell you a dark joke today. why flowers laugh It's because it has a "stem". (The word Gan in Chinese is E geng, meaning jokes or gags) Do you laugh? I'm not laughing..
64 How does a giraffe sleep?
Hello, this is Yibo Radio. Did you know that giraffes sleep? they sleep only 2 hours a day Most of the time they tend to stand together. This was because their long neck would allow them to flee from enemies at slow speed. Therefore, in order to survive, they cut down on lying down. If they're really sleepy, they'll just take a nap for a moment while still standing.
65 Staying up late is hereditary?
Hello, this is Yibo. Did you stay up late last night? Be careful, staying up late is hereditary. Research has shown that people who stay up late often stay up late. The reason is because this mutation gene is passed on to Gene generation too!
66 Who is more likely to freeze in cold water and hot water?
I'm going to tell you about a puzzle game You say hot water and cold water. What could be easier to freeze? the answer is water. It's hot because hot water molecules are more active. and the groups of molecules are smaller, so they easy to freeze You can try it if you guys are interested.
67 Tell everyone a cold joke
What should I share with you today? Let me tell everyone a cold joke. There was a man name Xiao Cai and then he was taken away by other. Mn, that’s it
68 Don’t count sheep when you can’t sleep
cause when people count sheep, in order to remember the order, the mind will unconsciously maintain a certain vigilance. Your mind will not relax, but will be more tense. Little friends remember not to waste time counting sheep.
69 Teach you a little trick to judge a dog's mood
Today, I will teach you a trick to understand the dog’s mood. When a dog wags it’s tail to the right, means it’s very happy. When a dog wags it’s tail to the left, means it's in a bad mood. Don't come close to it when this happens. Do you have interesting stories with your pet? Let me know in the comments.
70 What should I eat when I'm in a bad mood?
hello everyone I am Wang Yibo. Do you know that Banana has another name "Fruit of happiness". Banana contains a special ingredient in it And when we're upset, we need it. this kind of component Eating bananas can help increase The formation of these components also allows us to relieve stress and relax. If you are in a bad mood Try eating a banana.
71 Let’s chew gum together
“If you're nervous, try chewing gum. Note that it's not the chewing gum that relieves tension, but the act of chewing. When you are in danger, you jaw will auto lock. Hence, when you’re chewing, your mind believes that you are eating and not in danger. Sure enough, there is nothing that cannot be solved by having a meal. If there is one (that cannot be solved by having a meal), have two meals.
72 Everyone should save water
Today I will talk about saving water today. If the water tap is not closed properly, it might seem little but it can result in wastage of 5-21 tonnes of water per year. So close your water tap tightly
73 Let me tell you something about fishes
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74 Little knowledge of eating eggs.
In fact, many people have the habit of eating one egg a day, but nutritionists point out that eating about three or four eggs a week is enough, but eating them every day can lead to excess cholesterol. Please remember this little knowledge of eating egg!
75 Under what circumstance can you get your ticket fare refunded
Today I will share with you about a law. If a passenger finds out that the air conditioner - that should be on - is off, they can legally request a refund.
76 Will people not mature until they are 30?
Hello, I’m Wang Yibo. Today I want to share something interesting. According to psychology, cerebrums do not develop overnight but rather over time. Science shows that cerebrums are only fully developed after someone is 30.
77 There is an 8 in the middle of playing card 8
Hello, I'm Wang Yibo. I don't know if you have noticed that the middle of playing card 8 , there’s actually an invisible number 8. If you are interested, go and have a look~
78 The hidden function of Lemon
Today I’d like to share little knowledge about lemon. It has the ability that other fruits don't have,that is, the decontamination effect! And its ability to remove bed smells from refrigeratorµwaves is also good.
79 Is there really sìbùxiàng in this world?
“sìbùxiàng, what kind of animal is it? Its legs are like a deer, its head is like a horse, its body is like a fish, and its hooves are like a cow. However it is called sìbùxiàng because it does not perfectly resemble any of these animals. But actually, there is no need for it to look like others, because it itself is precious.
80 Lemon is not the king of vitamin C?
hello everyone I am Wang Yibo. I don't know if there's anyone like me who thinks Lemon is. King of Vitamin C In fact, at the moment. The true king of vitamin C is Chocolate Jujube. Even though the chocolate pudding is small But peanut chocolate also contains vitamin C. amount of 243 milligrams per 100 grams, which is more than in 60 times an apple, 10 times more than a lemon, and 4 times more than in Kiwi. Chocolate Jujube is the King of Vitamin C-!
81 A place where one can’t cry if they want to
Do you know that there is a place where no matter how much we want to we are not able to cry out with tears. The place is outer space, because there is no gravity.
82 Are termites ants?
Hello everyone, my name is Wang Yibo. Many people think that termites are a type of ants, but in fact, the two are completely different species. The biggest difference is that ants are not pests, but the damage of termites is very terrifying, it can cause amazing damage to trees and house construction. So if you see termites in your home, you must seek professional help in time.
83 eating lychees can make you drunk
This is Yibo FM. I heard that eating too many lychees can result in drunk driving. Experts explained that this happens because of the sugar in the lychee. The sugar in lychee can be as high as 17%. When the lychees are packed tightly during transportation, the lychees could be fermented and this will form alcohol and CO2. So, when you eat more lychees, over consumption of alcohol may be detected in the breath you breathe out.
84
Hello,I’m wang yibo.Some friends are always worried that running will make their calves thicker. Today,I will tell you.There is easier way to make it thicker,that is,sitting still for a long time without moving. So,find the suitable exercise & move!”
85 Don’t put durian in the refrigerator!
Hello everyone, I am Wang Yibo. Durian must not be stored in the refrigerator, not because of its strong smell, but because it is easy to deteriorate…and it is suitable to be placed in a cool indoor place of 12 degrees. Did you learn?
86 Are the colors of Baby’s Breath dyed?
Hello, this is Yibo’s radio. Baby's breath is a very pretty flower with hundreds of colors. But do you know, naturally, there are only white, pink, and rose pink Baby’s breath? Those blue or purple baby's breath we often see are actually dyed. But fortunately, the pigment that they use for flowers actually comes from other plants and is made of natural colors, and thus would cause no harm at all, so everyone, there’s no need to worry.
87 Why do whales spray water?
Hello Himalaya friends, I am Wang Yibo. Whale spray water is not really for fun, let alone to scare people, actually that's just the way it breathes. When whales breathe, they need to swim to the surface and breathe through the spray holes on their heads. When the seawater is pumped out, the whale sinks back into the sea and then rises to the surface for a few hours to breathe. What you think of as a water spray performance is actually how the wales breathe.
88 Attention, drinking too much water can poison you!
When people are dehydrated, they tend to drink a lot of water quickly, which exceeds the speed of kidney filtering water, resulting in excessive loss of salt in the body which will lead to our cells swelling up and that will cause discomfort. Therefore, we must pay attention to drinking more water, but it does not mean that the more, the better.
89 Why are some elevators equipped with mirrors?
Hello I am Wang Yibo . Mirrors are installed in the elevator so that the disabled can see clearly how many floors the elevator has reached without moving their bodies.
90 Why is the Dead Sea called the Dead Sea?
Hi I am Wang Yibo. Why is the Dead Sea being called this name is because the Dead Sea contains so much salt that aquatic plants & fish in the sea can’t survive, and the plants on the coast are also very rare
91 Ostrich is a bird, but it can’t fly?
Hello everyone this is Wang Yibo. There is a bird called an ostrich but they aren’t able to Fly. Why is this so? This is because their wings have degenerated. They are short and small and their bodies are tall and heavy. Hence, they are unable to fly. Even though they can’t fly, they run at a very fast speed.
92 Why do cicadas shed their skin?
Hello,I'm Wang Yibo.Why do cicadas shed their skin?In fact,cicadas outer shell is very hard & can’t grow as they grow, so when they grow to a certain extent,they shed their outer shell,which is what we see.
93 Why do the stars twinkle?
Hello I am Wang Yibo. Do you know why the stars twinkle? Actually, it has nothing to do with the stars themselves, but it has a lot to do with the atmosphere. The atmosphere is between us and the stars. The thicker the atmosphere, the brighter the stars we see. The thinner the atmosphere, the lighter the stars we see. So visually the stars are twinkling
94 The small ring on the can, actually has this function
Hello I am Wang Yibo. Do you often drink canned beverages? Do you think the small ring on the can is unnecessary? I don't understand why there is such a design. Actually, this small ring has a special function. That is, if you use a straw to drink, you can use this little ring to hold the straw and avoid the straw from floating at any time. It seems that every humble design has its deep meaning.
95 Do not watch TV with the lights off?
Hello everyone, I’m Wang Yibo. Do you like watching TV? it's scientifically proven that during early and middle adulthood, the more time one spends watching TV everyday, The brain will degenerate faster. And in later stage of life, prone to risk of cognitive decline. No matter what we should watch less TV. Exercise and study more.
96 Do people lose half of their taste buds at the age of 60?
Hello everyone, I’m Wang Yibo. I heard a study saying that the human senses of taste and smell only have a shelf life of 60 years. Human have about 10,000 taste buds on their tongue, but by the age of 60, these parts will gradually age too. Most people will lose half of their taste buds, and they will lose the ability to distinguish sugar, salty, sour, and bitter. Unexpectedly, enjoying delicious food is also limited, we really have to cherish it.
97 Can you believe it? What's the easiest way to lose weight?
Hello everyone, I’m Wang Yibo. Everyone knows that to lose weight, eat less and move your legs. But I will tell you a little secret. Actually, there is a very simple way to lose weight. That is to go to bed early. Kinesiologist have studied the calories that people burn when they sleep, it burns more calories than sitting and watching TV. So it's okay to go to bed early.
98 Why do fireflies glow?
Hello everyone, I’m Wang Yibo. Why does little firefly glow? There is a special light emitter at the end of its body. When the firefly breathes, the oxygen inhaled will have a chemical reaction with it, and gives off light. It turned out that the firefly was just give off light in between its breaths.
99 Is fruit juice healthier than eating the fruit directly?
Hello everyone, I am Wang Yibo. I’ve often heard that it is more nutritious and healthy to squeeze fruit into juice. In fact, it’s not. Nutritionist has specifically clarified that it’s healthier to just eat fruit, but it's probably easier to drink fruit juice.
100 Don't touch the deer when you go to the zoo?
Hello everyone, I’m Wang Yibo. Today I will share with you a little knowledge about animals. If you see a deer fawn in the zoo, don’t touch it. Because the deer fawn that has been touched by humans will smell like human and it is likely to be abandoned by the mother deer. So no matter how cute the deer is, we must not touch it.
NOTE: As you may have noticed, I’m missing 3 episodes. If you have an audio of it, let me know in the replies. Thanks! 🎧
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suit up - hawks x f. reader
the one where keigo marries the girl of his dreams, and then takes her home and shows her just how loved she is. title cred/inspo: suit up by jonghyun
notes/warnings: smut and fluff (your teeth may rot and fall out, you’ve been warned), soft dom!keigo, praise kink, slight size kink, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex + creampie. reader and kei use the traffic light safe word system and they review it beforehand, and he checks in with her at one point but she’s green, so everything is 100% consensual. they flirt + kei says explicit things at the reception but nothing /actually/ happens in public. mentions of alcohol
wc: 5.3k
a/n: this idea’s been bouncing around my head for a while bc i wanna marry this dumbass so bad :’) my first full hawks fic!! im so happy hehe
Beautiful.
You’re so beautiful.
Keigo’s always known, of course. He’s found you beautiful since the very first moment that he laid his eyes on you, all those years ago. He tells you that you’re beautiful every single day, no matter how much you roll your eyes or jokingly tell him to shut up.
You’re beautiful all the time, but there are certain moments that leave him especially breathless. The day that you foolishly challenged Rumi to an arm-wrestling match. The determined look in your eye as you clenched your fist, sweat dripping down your brow and arm muscles straining (you lost, of course – the rabbit hero was ridiculously jacked). The brilliant smile that graces your face whenever he brings you flowers or little souvenirs from his work trips. The very first morning after you moved into his penthouse, when he woke up next to your peaceful sleeping form, and realized that he’d have mornings like this for the rest of his life.
The day that he flew you up to the mountains for a starlit picnic. The smile on your face as you polished off your meal, and the way that your hand flew up to your mouth when he got down on one knee. Your teary-eyed look of pure love as he slipped the ring onto your finger, the diamond gleaming like one of the stars that shone down on you. The way that your eyes rolled back and your legs wrapped around his waist when he took you home and fucked you for hours.
And right now. Keigo swore that his heart damn near burst at the sight of you. The organist was playing, but he couldn’t hear the notes, couldn’t hear anything besides the blood rushing in his ears. Your hands clasped an elegant flower bouquet, and Keigo was sure that the blossoms were pretty, but he couldn’t spare even a second to glance at them. No, his entire focus was trained on you. You, with your beautiful dress that perfectly accentuated the body that he loved so much. When your eyes raised to meet his, and that perfect smile worked its way across your face… he had to bite his inner cheek to try and hold the tears back.
In a simultaneous eternity and heartbeat, you were handing off your bouquet to a bridesmaid and clasping Keigo’s large hands with your much smaller ones. The officiant was speaking, but Keigo didn’t process any of it. The sight of your eyes shining up at him, more beautiful than any of the stars in the night sky, was the only thing anchoring him to the world. He felt like he was floating through a dreamscape with only you, the happiness in his chest powerful and all-encompassing.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
You’re talking to a group of your old friends from high school when a tap against your shoulder grabs your attention, and you turn to see your fiancé – no, your husband – smirking down at you. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close. “Excuse me, ladies,” he says to your friends. “Mind if I steal her for a moment?” His amber eyes glint mischievously, and you swear that a whole swarm of butterflies take flight in your stomach.
Your friends giggle and nod, and then Keigo’s spinning you around so that you’re face-to-face. He’s stunning, in his black suit and red dress shirt, the shade of crimson matching his wings perfectly. “Dance with me, dove,” he says, before leaning down to press a quick kiss against your lips. You nod, and he leads you towards the center of the venue, where most of your guests are dancing to some cheesy pop song. Keigo nods at the DJ, who nods back and switches to the music. Soft synth notes travel through the speakers, before the singer’s dreamy voice floods your ears.
Your hands find their way to his broad shoulders. His wings move to wrap around you protectively. You’re not sure if he even realizes that he does it – it’s such a normal thing, now, for him to shield you, to create a little cocoon for the two of you. You frown as you feel his muscles moving underneath your fingers. “You’re too tense,” you say, fingers gently kneading at the parts of his back that you can reach. “Let me give you a massage once we get home.”
He chuckles, one of his own hands coming up to capture yours. He laces your fingers together before bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss against your skin. The look he gives you is so tender, the love radiating off his body so palpable, that it makes your knees feel week. “Sweet, but I’m the one who’s going to be taking care of you tonight.” You open your mouth to protest, but he tuts, and a feather flies up to shush at your lips. “No, listen. You’re driving me crazy. Every time I turn my head, I see you looking so damn beautiful that my heart stops. Makes me wanna just pull you away and rip that pretty dress off.”
You gasp at his words, a pretty blush dusting your cheeks. “Kei! People are gonna hear you!”
He shrugs, pulling you even closer and swaying your bodies lightly to the music. “Let them,” he says nonchalantly, but the glint in his eye is pure sin. He leans down so that his lips brush against the shell of your ear. You can’t help the shudder that wracks through your body as his warm breath hits your skin. “You’re so cute when you’re blushing like that. Did I make you flustered, baby?” His fingers release yours, instead gripping your chin and forcing you to meet his eyes. “Answer me, love.”
You nod, feeling small. Only Keigo can affect you like this, can reduce you to a trembling mess with just a few words.
You love it.
He smirks at your confession, pressing a kiss against your cheek before leaning his forehead against yours. “What do you say we jump ship, babe?” Your confusion must show on your face, because he continues. “I think I might die if I have to wait much longer to get my hands on you. And judging by the way you’re acting… I’d bet good money that you’re already dripping for me.”
“Kei!” You swat at his chest before burying your face in it. He laughs, one of his real, genuine laughs that makes your heart soar, before kissing the crown of your head.
“I don’t see you denying it.”
“Shut up.”
“Aw, is my cute little wife flustered?”
Wife. The word sounds so pretty rolling off his lips that you can’t resist retreating from the safety of his chest to press your lips against his. He cups your face with one of his large, rough hands and kisses you back. His wings shift to cover you up before the hand on your waist moves down to pinch at your ass – or, at least, it tries. The layers of your dress obstruct him, and he growls in frustration.
You can’t help but whine as well. You want him all the time, of course. Years of being together haven’t changed how fucking badly you want him all the time. You’d used up all your willpower behaving for the ceremony and the reception so far. You’d been good, had kept your hands to yourself throughout dinner and the toasts. But now, the mix of his body against yours, the dirty words that he’d whispered into your ear, and the cocktails running through your bloodstream were making it very hard for you to ignore the pooling heat between your legs.
You wanted him. You wanted your husband.
“Please,” you whisper. Under normal circumstances, you’d hate how whiny and pathetic you sound, but you’re too far gone to care. “Please, let’s go, Kei. Need you.”
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
A few whispered words to Rumi, and a knowing smirk from her, and you were gone. It was surprisingly easy to slip out the venue. You’d expected to be stopped by some nosy family member, but it seemed that everyone was too tipsy and having too much fun to care. Nevertheless, you had to be careful once you stepped out into the fresh night air. The number two hero’s wedding was perfect paparazzi bait. You didn’t even want to think about the feeding frenzy that the media would go into if they caught sight of you now.
The night sky was like a shield, though, and it protected you from prying eyes. You’d been discreet when picking the wedding and reception venues, and even more discreet in choosing your honeymoon destination. Tomorrow morning, you and Keigo would fly up to the mountains, where he’d rented a little cabin for the two of you. By some miracle, he’d managed to get a whole week off work – a whole week where you’d have him, entirely to yourself.
But right now, you aren’t thinking about tomorrow morning, or the lovely, peaceful honeymoon that you were about to embark on. Right now, the only thing you can think about is Keigo. Keigo, with his beautifully messy hair that moved like ocean waves as you soared through the air. There’s nothing in this world that you love more than flying with him, pressed against his sturdy body with his strong arms wrapped around you. Light pollution makes it hard to see the sky from the ground, but up here, the moon and stars are breathtaking.
Almost as breathtaking as your husband, who’s eyes are prettier than any stars could ever hope to be.
He looks down and catches you staring, taking him in with your wide, wondrous eyes. You can barely hear anything through the noise-cancelling headphones that he makes you wear whenever you fly, but his words reach you, clear as day – “I love you.”
“And I love you.” Your voice comes out small, stolen away by the rushing wind. You try again, louder this time. “I love you!”
He chuckles, chest shaking as he tries to keep his laughs contained. “You trying to one-up me? I can be loud too.” He takes a deep breath, before tipping his head back and shouting an I love you up into the heavens.
His lips are soft and sweet as candy when they dip down to meet yours. “I’m just so happy,” he whispers against you. “You make me so happy.”
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
The moment that you set foot into the penthouse, you gasp.
“Oh, Kei,” you breathe, hand flying over your mouth.
He bounces nervously as he locks up the balcony door, not meeting your eye. “Do…do you not like it?”
You march up to him and grab his face in your hands, before standing up onto your tip-toes and planting a kiss on his forehead. “I love it, baby. Really, you’ve outdone yourself.”
He perks up at the praise, kissing your lips once before his hands move down and he picks you up, clean off the ground. You can’t hold your shrieking laugh back as he spins you around, a smile lighting up his face like a god damn Christmas tree.
The house is beautiful. Really, he did outdo himself. Back when you’d first started dating, he’d had to call off your six-month-anniversary date because of a mission. You’d assured him that it was fine, that you understood, but you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t upset. He promised that he would be back in a week at the latest. You’d spent the night with your friends, eating ice cream and watching shitty movies, and left for work the next morning. You weren’t expecting him back for a few days at least, but when you opened your door after an exhausting day at work, he was there, waiting for you. Scratches on his face and bandages on his arms, but he was there. And he’d decorated your apartment with flowers and fairy lights, centered around a haphazardly made blanket fort in the center of the living room. Little candles were placed across the room, each with a red feather standing guard, making sure that the flames didn’t accidentally get knocked over and grow. After you’d gotten over your initial shock – how the hell did you get in here, Kei – you ran into his arms and squeezed him, tight. He didn’t let go of you for the entire night – his body always pressed against yours, fingers constantly entwined, even as he made you cum so many times that you forgot your own name.
It was one of your fondest memories, one that always brought a smile to your face. You’d mentioned it offhandedly last week, while you were in the weeds with wedding planning. Honestly, you didn’t think that he’d even heard what you said, with how stressed and busy the two of you were. He was picking up extra patrols to make up for his honeymoon vacation time, and you were working your ass off to get your overbearing boss off your back.
But he had heard. He heard, and he listened, because that’s just the kind of lover – the kind of husband – that Keigo is. Attentive, sweet, and intuitive. You swear, he spoils you beyond belief. You don’t even know when he got the time to decorate the apartment today, but it’s beautiful. Even more beautiful than the decorations from your six-month-anniversary, because this time, the sight is sweetened by the knowledge that this is your shared home. This isn’t just your apartment, that your friends helped sneak him into so he could fancy it up. This is your shared space, where you’ll spend the rest of your lives together. Where you’ll wake up in his arms every morning, his wings wrapped around you protectively, fragmenting the morning light into shards of red. Where you’ll make meals together and laugh at his bad cooking, where you’ll take sanctuary from the harshness of the world. This place is your home. Keigo is your home.
He finally stops spinning, but refuses to set you down. Instead, he readjusts you so that he’s carrying you bridal style. You almost laugh at how cliché it is. It feels like something out of a cheesy rom-com, but you’re so happy that you feel like you’re in one of those rom-coms.
You do laugh out loud when you see the trail of petals leading to your bedroom. Keigo feigns disappointment, dramatically sighing. “Don’t laugh, princess, you wound me.” That just makes you laugh even more, and soon, he’s joining in, burying his face in your hair as he walks the two of you towards the bed. “C’mon, I’m trying to be romantic! Quit making me laugh!”
“I can’t help it,” you giggle as he gently places you onto the bed. Thankfully, he had the common sense to not put any petals on the actual bed, but the floor is absolutely covered. Blossoms line the walls as well, along with candles that bathe the room in their gentle glow. You take a second to admire how beautiful your husband looks in the soft light. The shadows make his wings seem that much bigger as they unfurl to their full size. He looms over you, looking like the most delicious mix of devil and angel that you’ve ever seen. There’s still a playful smile on his face, but something mischievous simmers beneath it.
“Hope you didn’t forget what you said at the reception hall, baby,” he says, eyes glinting. “What was it? Hmm, something like, need you, Kei, need you to take me home and fuck me, I’m already so wet for you.”
You groan and try to bury your face in your hands, but he’s too fast. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, easily wrapping them with just one of his large hands. “You’re making shit up,” you pout. “I only said the first part.”
“So you admit you said it? That you need me?”
“Shut up.”
“Mm, no thanks.”
You groan again, trying to suppress your smile. There are plenty of times that you and Keigo have had “serious” sex, but you mostly find yourself like this, devolving into giggles and teasing. There’s something about him that makes you feel so safe and at ease, and you can’t help yourself from giggling at his stupid remarks. He laughs, and releases your wrists to cradle your face with both his hands. He shifts so that he’s properly on top of you, his thighs on either side of your hips, and bends down to press kisses all over your face.
“My wife,” he breathes, in between kisses. “My sweet, beautiful, amazing wife. This dress is so pretty, but let’s take it off, my love. You don’t need it anymore.”
It takes a few minutes of awkward wriggling and tugging to finally remove the lace monstrosity, but at long last, the dress ends up on the floor. Keigo’s hands are on your body in an instant, fingers trailing over the curve of your waist and snapping the waistband of your panties. “God, you’ve got such pretty little lingerie on.”
“Wanted to dress up for you,” you say, pawing at his tie and trying to loosen the knot. It makes you feel small, to be so exposed while he’s still fully dressed. Normally you love to savor in that feeling, but right now, you need to feel his bare skin against yours. “Now take your clothes off, please.”
You finally manage to loosen his tie enough to pull it over his head. After stopping for another deep kiss, your hands continue their path over his body. His suit jacket comes off next, although he has to help you gently maneuver it off his wings. His cuff links clatter to the ground as you almost viciously rip off his dress shirt, and you moan when you finally feel his warm muscles.
You’re practically grinding into each other by now. Little whines leave your lips as you shamelessly roll your hips, seeking any friction you can get. You can feel his hardness, even through his thick pants, and you chase it with vigor. He’s not much better, a light blush dusting his face as he meets your rolls with shallow thrusts of his own. “Off, off, Kei, need to feel you,” you babble, fingers desperately trying to undo this belt buckle. Breathlessly, he pushes your fingers aside and pulls his belt off, unceremoniously throwing it across the room. You half expect it to collide with a candle and set the entire building on fire, but a few feathers fly out to catch it and gently set it down.
You don’t waste a second in pulling his pants down and throwing them as well, trusting that a feather will keep it from crashing into anything. Your fingers try to pull down the waistband of his boxers, but he tuts and grabs your hand.
You look up at him with pleading eyes. “Please,” you whine.
The smile on his face is gentle beyond belief as he answers. “I told you that I was going to take care of you tonight, baby. Let me make you feel good, okay? Can I make you feel good?”
You want to protest, want to beg him to stuff your face or your cunt and fuck into you until you’re lightheaded, but Keigo’s insistent about making you cum at least twice before even thinking about his own pleasure. And you can’t deny that you’re aching for him. You’re certain that you’ve soaked through your flimsy panties by now, and your mind is hazy with want.
You nod. Keigo takes your face in his hand, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Can you give me your colors too?”
You force your mind to push through the fog, force your heavy lips to move and form words. “G-green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop.”
“Good girl.” The praise goes straight to your core, and you whine. “Oh, baby, I know I just vowed to give you everything you could ever want, but you’re so damn needy. Be patient for me, okay? Let me touch you.”
You nod obediently, but you can’t fight the urge roll your hips and feel him again. With a soft, scolding noise, he presses one of his hands into your hipbone, effectively pinning you to the mattress. Try as you might, you can’t squirm away. He’s so ridiculously strong, his muscles toned from years of training and hero work, that you’re no match for him. But it’s not so bad. You love the dominance that oozes off his body as he moves down, his hands and tongue exploring every inch of skin that they can find. His teeth nip at the sensitive spot on your neck, the spot that always makes you melt for him. You shamelessly sigh and tilt your head to give him more access.
His right hand, the one that isn’t currently pinning you to the mattress, plays with the lacy edges of your bra. He palms you through the thin fabric, making you groan and arch your back into his touch. It’s not enough, you need more, need to feel more of him before you lose your mind. He seems to read your mind, because he doesn’t even bother to unclasp the bra, electing instead to rip it clean off your body. The snap of the straps breaking makes you gasp, but you revel in the sting of the elastic bouncing back against your skin.
“Couldn’t wait,” he says, not a hint of shame on his face. “You know how much I love to tease, but fuck, I need you now.”
He’s a bit more ceremonious when he removes your panties, choosing to use a hardened feather to slice through the fabric instead of just ripping with brute force. He fucking moans at the sight of you, wet and needy for him. It sounds like absolute heaven, but you don’t have even a second to revel in it before he’s diving into you. The sudden rush of pleasure is electrifying, and you go to instinctively slam your legs shut, but Keigo’s hand is too fast again. His tongue doesn’t falter for even a second as his fingers dig into your thighs and push you open. His lips wrap around your clit and suck, and he’s outrageously loud as he moans into your sex. It’s all so much – he’s licking at you like a man on death row, coaxing little whines and gasps from your lips.
His beautiful eyes are trained on yours, pupils blow out with love and lust. He memorizes every little expression that flits across your beautiful face as he eases a finger into you, eyes only leaving your face to admire the way that your little cunt sucks him in. But he can’t tear his gaze away from you, and the way your mouth falls open, or the way that your eyes flutter and roll back. The way that your hands ball up into fists, alternating between grabbing the bedsheets and lacing through his hair. Fuck, he loves how you pull at his hair when his fingers curl up against that spongy spot inside of you that makes you see stars. Loves the little curses and gasps of his name that spill past your lips as he scissors and thrusts his digits deeper and deeper into your perfect pussy.
“Cum for me, princess,” he groans. “Please, cum for me, need you to be a good girl and cum for me.”
And, well, you did just vow to give him everything that he could ever want.
You throw your head back and almost sob as you gush all over his face and fingers. He’s insatiable, licking and fingering you all through it, desperately trying to lap up every single drop of your juices. Your body is shaking, and you whimper, the overstimulation building until it’s too much, until you’re crying out too much, Kei, ‘s too much!
“Give me your color, baby,” he says, slowing his assault against your body.
“G-green,” you stutter out, the words as shaky as your legs. “Green, don’t stop, it’s just – ah! Kei!”
Your verbal confirmation was all he needed to dive back in, sucking at you with even more vigor than before. His fingers twist and curl against your spot, and his tongue lashes at your clit. He doesn’t stop for even a second, burying himself in your heat. It’s all you can do to maintain your grip on his hair, tugging at it just the way that he loves. You’re thrust headfirst into your second orgasm of the night, crying out his name and positively sobbing at the onslaught of sensations.
When he finally pulls away, the lower part of his face is soaked with your cum. He makes a show of licking his lips clean, not breaking eye contact with you, no matter how much you blush and squirm. He saves his fingers for you, though. A gentle tap at your lips is all it takes for you to obediently open your mouth and take in his digits. You swirl your tongue around, eyes lidded with the afterglow of your pleasure.
But you’re not finished, are nowhere near finished. You suppose that you are being needy, but how could you not, when your husband looks like an absolute fucking god? The candlelight makes your cum on his face glisten beautifully. You whine and pull him in for a kiss, mashing your lips against his and greedily swiping your tongues together. It’s sinful. You can taste yourself on him, and it makes you shudder, makes you need him that much more.
“Please, please fuck me,” you beg, wrapping your legs around his slim waist and trying to pull him closer, closer, closer. “Please, Kei, need you inside me, need my husband inside me.”
“Fuck,” he breathes, so quietly that you would’ve missed it if you didn’t feel the word formed against your lips. “Fuck, baby, okay.” His hand slides between your bodies and quickly pushes his boxers down. He uses a feather to pull them all the way off, because he can’t be bothered to focus on that, not when you’re practically drooling at the sight of his cock.
Your fingers twitch, and you aren’t able to hold back any longer. Your hand finds his cock, marveling at how heavy and perfect he feels as you wrap your fingers around him and guide him towards your sopping cunt. You pause before you slide him in, though, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Can I ride you? Please?”
He curses again under his breath, practically shivering at your words. His strong hands reposition the both of you, until you’re sitting on his thigh and he’s leaning back against the headboard. He cocks an eyebrow and smirks. “Well, then? Get to work, princess.”
You roll your eyes, trying not to laugh at his antics. “What happened to Mr. Let-Me-Take-Care-Of-You?”
“He’ll come out later. If my pretty wife wants to ride me, she gets to ride me.”
You laugh for real this time, but it quickly turns into a moan as you sink yourself down on his length. No matter how many times you take him, he always overwhelms your senses, always stretches you so deliciously. You lean your forehead against his and give yourself a second to adjust, and then you’re rolling your hips, little whines leaving your lips.
“Feels so good, Kei.” You throw your head back, your fingers digging into the strong muscles of his back to anchor yourself. “You always feel so good.”
His eyes are half-lidded and dark as he takes you in. He’s memorizing every inch of your body, every detail and movement that he absolutely fucking adores. “You’re the most beautiful thing in the world,” he whispers, seemingly more to himself than you. “So beautiful. I’m so lucky.”
Your thighs burn, but you force yourself to ignore the pain. You’d rather die than stop right now. His strong arms encircle your waist, and his wings surround your bodies, ruffling with every one of your movements.
You want to ignore your exhaustion, but your husband is perceptive as ever. His hips raise up to meet you, and it sends a fresh wave of pleasure through your body. You’re shaky, though, and you’re getting sloppy.
Before you can even process what’s happening, you’re being spun over and pinned to the mattress. A gasp leaves your lips, and you whine as his cock slips out of you. Your hand reaches out and paws around wildly, searching for him through your haze. Keigo’s quick to kiss you and shush your protests, entwining his rough fingers in your searching hand and stroking his thumb against your palm.
“Relax, angel. Let me take care of it.”
He slides into you again, making you both moan. Your pussy sucks him in greedily, clenching and fluttering around him. He pauses once he bottoms out. His face buries into the crook of your neck, and he presses sweet kisses all over your skin.
You wrap your legs around his waist and squeeze, trying desperately to make him move. “Keigo, baby, please,” you whine, fingers digging into the strong muscles of his back.
He coos, cupping your face and kissing you before he readjusts himself. “Of course, pretty girl.”
His thrusts are deep and hard, so hard that they make the entire bed shake. Your eyes flutter shut, but he grips your jaw and begs you to keep them open – please, baby, look at me, need to see my pretty wife fall apart.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he moans, teeth nipping at your lips. “So perfect, and all mine.”
“All yours,” you agree. You’re practically babbling by this point, unable to stop the noises slipping past your lips. You’re floating on a cloud, soaring through the sky, anchored only by his body against yours. “You’re so deep in me, Kei, can feel you so deep in me. Please, ‘m so close, just a lil’ bit more, Kei.”
He coos again, hand slipping down to toy with your clit. You wail, sinking your teeth into his shoulder as the coil in your stomach snaps and you gush uncontrollably. You can’t do anything but cry out for him, can’t do anything but cling onto him and shake and twitch. The feeling of you clenching around him is too much, and with a broken fuck and a cry of your name, he spills inside of you. He fucks you through it, the obscene sounds of your combined release making you feel lightheaded and weak.
He holds you for a few minutes, just like that, bodies entwined. You both pant and try to catch your breath. The weight of his body on top of yours is comforting, so you protest when he finally pulls out and sits back to admire the way that his seed drips out of you.
“Come back,” you complain. “What kind of husband doesn’t give cuddles to his wife?”
“The kind of husband who needs to clean her up,” he says with a chuckle. “C’mon, let’s go take a bath.
Your body feels boneless with exhaustion and the hazy afterglow of your three orgasms, so you’re grateful when he scoops you into his arms. You tuck your face into his neck and hum contentedly, unable to stop the giddy smile that blooms across your face.
“I love you, Kei,” you say, planting little kisses over his neck and jaw.
“I love you too, princess,” he says, grinning and poking your nose. He laughs when you scrunch it up and scowl at him. But, with how cute he looks, you just can’t hold the scowl for long. Soon, you’re giggling too.
You look up at him with so much love that it makes his heart ache. His eyes grow a bit more serious, and he dips his head to kiss at your swollen lips. “I mean it, baby. I’m so happy to spend the rest of my life with you.”
#hawks x reader#hawks x reader smut#hawks smut#bnha smut#mha smut#keigo takami smut#takami keigo smut#hawks x you#keigo takami x you#takami keigo x you#my hero academia smut#hawks x reader fluff#mha fic#bnha fic#hawks x y/n#takami keigo x reader smut#takami keigo x reader#keigo takami x reader smut#keigo takami x reader#mha x reader#bnha x reader#mha x reader smut#bnha x reader smut#soft dom hawks#swear my brain produces only dc for dabi and only soft shit for kei lmao#tw: mentions of alcohol
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Here's my headcanons of what neurodivergencies the lab rats (and leo) would have if I had been allowed to write this show
Adam:
-ADHD and Dyslexia
-"What do you mean the letters aren't supposed to move around?"
"Uh"
"Are you telling me most people don't have to read the same paragraph six times???"
"Uh-"
- After he got diagnosed he actually became a bit more interested in learning! It helps that most people are actually working with him now instead of just reassuring him that he's dumb -Chase especially feels really bad for teasing him so much without realizing how hard Adam had to try and researches ways to help people like him study
-Adam still doesn't go out of his way to do well though, he's fine as long as he's passing his classes
- is almost never standing still. He loves swivel chairs and will spend hours just spinning back and forth completely zoned out before he realizes he should probably eat something that day
-the only time you'll see him completely still is when he's sleeping or super upset about something. He gets RSD pretty bad sometimes and will just shut down completely when upset
Chase
-Autism, baby!!
-Gets really bad sensory overload and has a lot of meltdowns if he gets too overwhelmed
-he gets frustrated with himself a lot when he gets sensory overload and will try to ignore it, which usually makes it worse
-He has a lot of stims but he typically will only do the more visual ones when he feels safe (mostly when he's alone or with his family if he knows they won't make fun of him)
-Just. Constant info dumping. If you're going to start a conversation with him make sure you have at least 15 spare minutes to learn about the history of needle work (or whatever he's been researching that week)
-hates eye contact but will force himself for the sake of being Professional, to the point where he makes himself do more destructive stims (like pulling at his hair) or even having a meltdown
-(his family yells at him for doing this A Lot "Chase please just put on the goddamn headphones why do you do this to yourself-")
-he was kind of embarrassed about being autistic at first and still tries to hide it most of the time to prevent people from bullying him about it, but after a while he learns to accept that it's not his fault people want to be dicks, and that autism isn't something to be ashamed of
Bree:
-dyslexia and anxiety
-She's the one I have the least amount of headcanons for whoops-
-i think unlike Adam she's really embarrassed about being dyslexic and goes out of her way to avoid talking about it
-this is partially because of her anxiety too: she doesn't want to bother her teachers or anyone so she never mentions anything about getting accommodations
-because of this she struggles a lot in some of her classes, but she spends a lot of time worrying about them and studying too
-she's had a lot of panic attacks at 3 am over trigonometry
-after a while of her grades getting worse the school guidance counselor probably pulls her aside and is like "you know we can give you extra time to do tests right?" And basically gets her all the accommodations she needs
-Bree is like "wow glad I spent 2 years building that 5 minute conversation up in my head and making myself worry so much I threw up multiple times"
-she generally tries to not let anxiety control her too much, and once she gets some help from her teachers she gets way fewer panic attacks over school work
-she even tries to over compensate by trying to appear like nothing worries her even though Everything does
-she hates when her brother's occasionally go on missions without her (like if she's sick or injured), and her anxiety will scream at her the whole time they're gone
-they're always willing to reassure her that they're okay, though, and will even update her over headsets when they can
-she also worried a lot that people around her are secretly mad at her or don't like her. Her family is usually willing to reassure her that they love her, but it does tend to put a strain on relationships she forms outside of them
-also I think part of the reason she latches onto texting so much (besides the stereotypical Teenage Girl thing) is because spell check is a godsend
Leo
-OCD and autism
-tasha: uh hey buddy what are you doing?
6 year old leo: idk stacking these blocks
Tasha: oh, okay, why don't we work together to make a big tower?
Leo: no. There must be Exactly Six blocks in each tower
Tasha: okay buddy that's great :)
-the lab rats are initially very confused by some of his rituals
-for example: when he turned the lights in a room on or off, he had to flick the switch 5 times. Or at night, he had to check to make sure the door was locked three times
-they asked him if that was something that most people did in the outside world, and he explained to them what OCD was, and eventually told them about a bunch of other neurodivergences
-"wait so you said you have something called autism too?"
"Yeah, it's what makes me do that thing where I flap my hands sometimes. A lot of people with autism will know a lot of stuff about a few specific topics and will hate eye contact and other people touching them, but everyone is different"
Chase: "tell me more right now."
-that's how they end up getting diagnosed too!
-Leo tells them about different disorders (including ones they don't have) and they immediately launch onto the feeling of Are You Telling Me Other People Do This?
-they go to Big D about it and he's pretty accepting right away
-they debate a lot at first whether they want to get professionally diagnosed, but then they decide that it would be a lot easier to get accommodations at school with a doctor backing them up
-where was I going with this I'm completely spiraling
#long post#lab rats#bree davenport#chase davenport#adam davenport#leo dooley#these are kind of ooc but i havent fully watched this show in a couple years lmao
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Collision - Chapter 1
Word Count: 3,434
Characters: Female Reader Uley Character, Sam Uley, Allison Uley, Charlie Swan, Bella Swan, Seth Clearwater, Billy Black, Jacob Black, Emily Young, Paul Lahote, Harry and Sue Clearwater, Leah Clearwater
Story Description: (Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life at it’s first standstill and she is taking this time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mystery, a man crashes into (Y/N)’s and her life will never be the same.
*DISCLAIMER*
I do not own in any way Twilight, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Stephanie Meyer and Summit Entertainment.
The only thing I own is Uley Reader insert, any upcoming characters, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others’ story line.
Chapter: 1/?
A/N: There’s no Cullen’s in the first chapter, we’ll see them soon though. Also, Esme is in the story but her and Carlisle are not together romantically. If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.
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Chapter 1
Going back home felt bizarre for (Y/N). It had been 4 years since she had moved away from the La Push Reservation on a scholarship to a prep boarding school in Seattle. Although students were expected to go back home during summer break, she spent her time in summer taking college classes or attending internships in the area, so going back didn’t fit into her plans.
But she had just graduated from high school and decided that taking a gap year could not hurt. Seeing her family wouldn’t be that bad either.
(Y/N) Uley had not reunited physically with Sam and Allison Uley since she left for school, only calling occasionally but always being to busy for anything else. The mother and son duo had grown accustomed to the short phone calls and vague emails they would receive from their studious family member. The Uley siblings used to be a very close pair, being only a year apart helped their bond. But since (Y/N) had invested all her energy into her high school career, their relationship rapidly dissipated; replaced by untold secrets and life-changing details.
The Uley girl had no idea what was in store when she went back home. She had left when she was 14 and was coming back an 18-year-old with a high school diploma and a bachelor’s degree. (Y/N) had always been an over achiever and applying to the school she had and taking dual enrollment was no surprise to her mother and brother.
The bus ride from Seattle to La Push lasted almost eight hours, so (Y/N) equipped herself with two books, plenty of snacks, and a fully charged iPod to handle the ride. She had gotten the earliest ride available always enjoying the intriguing mystery that 3 am travels brought. Her brown eyes surveyed the curious characters that voyaged alongside her a young woman sat with a sleeping baby in her arms, the dark circles under her eyes signaled the baby was still a newborn getting adapted to a sleep schedule; there was a middle-aged man, his eyes attached to a computer and a briefcase tight to his side; there were two teenagers, backpacks at their feet and shared headphones in between them. They were wearing light blue polo shirt and her school insignia embroidered on the left side of their shirt. She had seen them in passing, two freshmen still energetic and excited for their school life. She looked at them and smiled, remembering being in their shoes four years ago.
Four hours in, (Y/N) had finished one book, and the bus made its first stop in Port Angeles, the place where everyone that traveled with her got off. It wasn’t surprising to see from the top of her book as everyone got off, she didn’t recognize any of them from the reservation so it would have been surprising if any of them had stayed in the bus. For the next four hours, (Y/N) continued to read her second book surrounded by a comforting silence. The sun had risen about an hour ago and a nice warmth was streaming from the bus window and (Y/N) felt herself drift in bliss.
Her eyes fluttered open once again when she felt the bus finally rolling to a stop. She blinked a few times as she adjusted her vision to the bright midday sun and her brain restarted normal functions. The brunette gathered the bag with her travel companions and got up from the chair she had been glued to for eight hours.
“Have a good day,” the driver chimed as (Y/N) was walking down the bus.
“You too, drive safe!” The girl smiled and got her two suitcases out of the side of the bus.
(Y/N) got startled as she felt two arms wrap around her midriff and quickly swung her elbow back.
“Woah, woah, careful with those arms, (Y/N). It’s just me,” the girl turned around, a gleaming grin adorning her face.
“Sam!” She jumped onto the open arms of her older brother, seeing the years that had passed on his tired face.
“Look at you, darling. All grown up,” Allison Uley smiled, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.
“Mom, I’ve missed you.” (Y/N) hugged her mother tightly, noticing the difference in heights of her and her mother. Another thing she noticed was the strain between her mother and her brother. Before she left, they all had a very close relationship but now it felt like so many things had interlaced into their bond. “Let’s go home yeah?”
“I’m, actually I gotta go to my house,” Sam scratched the back of his neck.
“What house?” (Y/N) chuckled.
“I moved out, but I’ll come over for your welcome dinner.”
“Sam, she just came back. Don’t you wanna spend time with your sister?” Allison begged, wanting to have both of her children under the same roof again.
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I just can’t, mom. Leave it.” Sam sighed. “I’ll see you at dinner, (Y/N).”
He kissed the top of his sister’s head and left. He wanted to tell them the whole truth, but he knew he couldn’t. Knowing that information would put them in a level of danger that he didn’t want them to be aware of.
(Y/N) stared at the retreating figure of his brother as he ran down the street, leaving her and their mother.
“What’s up with him?”
“Oh darling, if only I knew.” Allison sighed grabbing one of the suitcases her daughter had brought. “Let’s just head to the house so you can rest.”
“Yeah, let’s.” (Y/N) gave Allison a comforting smile and wheeled the second suitcase towards the truck.
The drive home was as short as she remembered, and the house hadn’t changed a bit. She walked up the steps to the porch and opened the old wooden door; it still made the same creaking sound. The house still smelled of seawater and pine, an odd mix but a comforting scent. (Y/N) regretted all the summers she missed here and all the days she spent away from her family.
She made her way up the stairs and entered the first door to the right. She ran her fingers through the stickers she had pasted on there when she was 13: a wolf, a rainbow, a heart, and a picture of her family. Her name still carved at the highest point of the door and she smiled at the memory of that. She sat atop Sam’s shoulder when she was just 12 years old, a trembling hand holding a pick as she carved as best as she could the name “(Y/N)”.
The doorknob as it was turned let out a squeaky groan and the door needed an extra push to open. The room had not changed at all. The walls were still painted a light green, the light switch still had the pink princess cover, the bedding had the little purple butterflies embroidered on them, and the pillows were all pink and purple. In a corner rested the five boxes (Y/N) had sent to the house from her dorm room.
“It hasn’t changed a bit,” (Y/N) commented as she felt her mother’s presence behind her.
“I didn’t want to change it until you came back,” Allison smiled. “But I’m sure you’d like to give this place a bit of a makeover.”
“Definitely,” she laughed. “I think I’ll go to Port Angeles this weekend, doing some shopping can’t hurt.”
“That’s true.” Allison side hugged her daughter as she laughed. She headed towards the door but stopped when she was called upon by her daughter.
“Hey, mom?”
“Yes, darling?”
“By any chance, do you know where Sam’s living?” Allison’s body stiffened but shared the information with her daughter. Maybe she could figure out why he’d just disappeared.
(Y/N) was surprised to hear he was living with a girl she barely knew. She knew of Emily Young through Leah Clearwater, but not much after that. Last thing she had heard Leah and Sam had been dating. She certainly had missed some very important pivotal points in her brother’s life.
The house wasn’t far, so she decided to walk there. Upon arrival she could feel the warm and inviting aura that the quaint house emanated. The blue door called to her as she knocked on it. It finally opened and revealed her brother.
“(Y/N), what’re you doing here?”
“I’m here to see my big brother. Is that such a crime?” She laughed.
“No, of course. Come in,” he smiled begrudgingly. “I don’t have much time so we gotta make this quick.”
“Wow, feeling the love there,” she chuckled passing through the doorframe.
“There’s just some things that I have to do before dinner tonight.”
“It’s okay, I get it. I just wanted to ask if you could help me on the weekend with my room. I’m bringing it four years into the present, gotta make sure it looks like an 18-year-old sleeps there.”
“Yeah, I’ll come over Sunday afternoon and help you then. Anything else you need?”
“Well, not exactly, but it wouldn’t help to catch up. You know make up for four years of chit chat conversations and get me up to date with at the happenings in your life.”
“There’s not much to say other than I moved out and I’m engaged.” He said nonchalantly.
“Excuse me?! You’re engaged and failed to mention that to me?”
“It’s not that big of a deal, (Y/N).”
“Yes, it is, Sam! You’re getting married and this is the first I’m ever hearing of this or the fact that you moved out or the fact that you’re engaged to your ex-girlfriend’s cousin. I think it is a big deal.”
“Okay, yeah. Kind of a long story on that one.”
“Enough time to tell it to me?” Sam hesitated. He could hear Emily’s truck approaching and two male voices coming back from patrol. He needed to get (Y/N) out of the house before they got here.
“Maybe another time. I’ll call you on Sunday, yeah?” Sam asked as he nudged his sister out of his house.
“I guess.” (Y/N) mumbled as she was pushed out the front door. “Bye.”
“See ya.” Sam kissed the side of her head and closed the door.
(Y/N) left the house with more questions about her brother that she had begun with but didn’t want to press on. There was no use if he wasn’t going to talk, so she walked back home.
Her mother had gone out, possibly grocery shopping for tonight’s dinner, giving (Y/N) time to catch up on some much-needed sleep. She walked up the stairs and into her room, plopping down on the bed not caring how she landed. All she wanted was to close her eyes and rest.
By six in the afternoon her eyes fluttered open once again. She could smell the dinner her mother had been cooking. The room had darkened as the sun was going down and thankfully her mother had turned on a lamp for (Y/N) to have some vision. The girl got up from bed and grabbed some clothes from her suitcase to take a quick shower before dinner. She stripped all her clothes off and let the water wash away all the hours of the day. As soon as the water started turning cold, she shut it off and got out.
For a second, (Y/N) stopped and stared at herself in the mirror above the sink. She barely recognized the girl staring back. The bags under her eyes were deeper than the last time she had seen herself in this specific mirror, her cheekbones were more defined than before, her skin paler than usual since she hadn’t really seen the sun in a while.
It didn’t take her long to change into some new clothes and head downstairs, where she saw her mother on the phone. Disappointment evident in her eyes.
“Sam, it’s your sister… please… ok, fine. Just don’t flake on her on Sunday,” Allison sighed, turning off her phone and slamming it on the counter.
“Everything okay, mom?”
“Oh, yeah, darling. Your brother won’t be able to join us, but Billy and Jacob, and the Clearwaters are on their way, and I also invited Charlie and Bella Swan. I hope you don’t mind that they join in.”
“No, I don’t mind. What about Paul?”
“You know I’ve never liked that boy, honey.” (Y/N) stared at her mother. Refusing to continue the conversation until Allison answered the question. “I did invite him, but he couldn’t come.”
“I love seeing you make an effort,” (Y/N) laughed and kissed her mother on the cheek. “I’ll set the table.”
“Thank you, darling.”
(Y/N) grabbed the 10 plates needed for the night and the respective cutlery. She still remembered how her mother liked the table arranged and set it as such. She set the vase filled with fresh flowers in the middle of the table, leaving space on the sides for the dinner platters. The arrival of the guests was soon after. (Y/N) had grown alongside Jacob and Leah, and on the summers, she would spend her times with the Swan girl. Once Seth was born, he became very close with the Uley girl.
“My oh my, (Y/N), how you’ve grown.” Billy Black grabbed Uley’s hand and smiled up at her, with the warmness that summer brought.
“Indeed, I have, and you haven’t aged a day in four years. What’s your secret?”
“It’s in the genes,” he laughed alongside the young girl. She’d always been a charmer, he thought “You remember my boy, Jacob, right?”
“How could I ever forget? Hey, Jake!”
“How you’ve been, (Y/N)?” Jacob approached his friend and wrapped her in a hug. “Been an awful long time.”
“Four years, that’s not much,” she smiled. “Come in.”
The father and son duo entered the house, and next came the Clearwaters. Harry, Sue, and Seth. No Leah. They had always been close to the Uleys, a bit of divide coming after the rupture between the eldest offspring of each family.
“Oh, wow, where has the time gone?” Sue commented, greeting the girl with a tight hug.
“4 years really do go by quick, don’t they?”
“They sure do, Harry.” (Y/N) smiled, motioning the couple in.
Finally, Seth walked in and engulfed (Y/N) in a tight hug. The girl was 5 years his elder, but he considered her one of his best friends. Seth and Paul were the only two people (Y/N) kept in close contact other than her family. For some time, Paul and (Y/N) had drifted apart but Seth always sent his monthly excited letters, updating her on what he had been up to.
“I missed you, (Y/N)!” Little Seth spoke into a bundle of brunette hair.
“I missed you too, Seth.” She smiled as he walked past her, joining his parents.
The last to enter were Sheriff Swan and Bella. The cop smiled at the girl and gave her a quick hug, commenting on how much she had grown, a low chuckle leaving his throat. Bella entered with hunched shoulders, possibly not wanting to be there but she still smiled at her old friend. Vague memories filled the girls’ heads of summer play dates and days at the beach.
“It’s been quite some time, huh?” Bella muttered.
“It sure has. It’s great to see you again,” (Y/N) smiled. “How have you liked Forks now that you’re back full time. Still hating cold weather?”
“Yeah,” the pale girl chuckled. “But it has its better days.”
The girls joined in a quick giggled before joining the rest of the group at the dinner table. Allison had already set the table and had said her hellos to the group.
The three males had engaged in sports conversations and the teens were all huddled in the kitchen munching on cheese and crackers and engaging in small chit chat.
“So, (Y/N), 18 and already a degree, how does that feel?” Jacob asked, stuffing his mouth with cheese and ham.
“Well, as good as it can be. Don’t know exactly what I’m gonna do now. All I know is that I’m taking a year off and taking a breather for the first time.” (Y/N) chuckled.
“I just can’t believe you’d spend all this time going to school, twice as much. I don’t like school at all,” Seth chimed in, picking apart the cheese and filling his mouth.
“So, you spent these past four years studying, including your summers?” Bella added.
“That’s correct,” (Y/N) smiled. “And now I have a degree and nothing to do with it.”
The group chuckled and moved towards the adults as they were being called to dinner. In the center of the table was a big platter of spaghetti and meatballs, (Y/N)’s favorite food, a tray of toasted garlic bread, and a bowl of a colorful mix of spring salad.
(Y/N) always enjoyed her mother’s cooking. Even on her saddest days, Allison’s cooking could warm her heart at any time. She and her mother had a very close relationship, even after four years of distance. Since her father left early in her life, her mother had always tried her hardest to make sure both her children were loved and cared for. And she stayed wondering where she had gone wrong with Sam and hoping (Y/N) didn���t stray away as her eldest had.
The dinner group had all taken their seats at the dinner table and were passing around the various platters, serving themselves their desired portions. Jacob and Seth were overfilling their plates, receiving a laugh from their respective parents. Charlie, Harry, and Billy were filling their plates with more protein than carbohydrates and the moms at the table smiled at the males engulfing the meatballs. (Y/N) looked around the table and smiled. It had been a long time since she had sat down with the important people in her life and was relaxed, even if two of them were missing.
After everyone was served, everything went almost quiet. Some background music could be heard from the living room and the sound of forks hitting plates and mouths chewing filled the environment. Everyone was comfortable with the silence, but there was still one question in everyone’s mind.
“Where’s Sam?” Seth spoke up, voicing everyone’s question. The whole table paused in action and Seth felt like a deer caught in the headlights. Sue softly elbowed her son. “What?”
“It’s okay, Sue,” (Y/N) smiled. “He couldn’t be here, bud.”
“Maybe he was feeling bad, like Leah.” He added earning a burning stare from both his parents.
“Maybe, Seth.”
“I just wanna apologize for our daughter missing this dinner. I know she really wanted to see you, (Y/N).”
“Oh, Harry, it’s really no problem. I’m sure I’ll catch up with her soon enough.” (Y/N) smiled trying to ease the tension felt in the room. She could see her mother gripping her fork tightly as she kept her head down. “But I would also like to apologize on behalf of Sam, I know he wanted to be here.”
Everyone simply nodded and went back to their plates. The rest of the evening was enjoyable. No one mentioned the pair that was missing, and (Y/N)’s past four years were questioned in depth. She had an answer for everything except “What are you gonna do now?”
She didn’t know and that’s what she answered. She mentioned she wanted to study medicine, having finished a degree in biology and always loved taking care of other people. Sue was excited, being a nurse herself. But (Y/N) had landed at a standstill in terms of her life and career. A vast portion of her life had been defined as a student and now that this part was over, she didn’t know who she was.
The dinner festivities were over soon thereafter, leaving Allison and (Y/N) to clean up after the group. The Uley pair put everything away in silence, exhausted from the eventful day. (Y/N) could see as her mother wiped away a few stray tears, sniffling behind her hair. The girl knew better than to bring the topic back up and left her mother with a kiss on the temple and a good night.
Upstairs, (Y/N) prepared herself for bed. The event had drained nay energy still left in her and she plopped down on the bed with a small thud. She had prepared her clothes for the next day, knowing her energy would also be drained but still excited to have this change. Her eyes fluttered close as she heard in the distance her mother’s quiet footsteps on the staircase, darkness overtaking her.
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Thanksgiving - Part 2
Fandom: TRR - (Un)Common Attraction universe
Pairing: Drake Walker x F!OC (Harper Gale)
Series: Thanksgiving
Synopsis: Harper and Drake fly to Bozeman, MT to spend their first Thanksgiving together with Harper's family.
Word count: 5,300
Warnings: M (swearing, angst, fluff)
A/N: So... This was supposed to be a one-shot, that turned into a two-parter that will now end up being a three-part mini series 🙈 I tried to squeeze the rest of the story into this follow-up post, but it there is just too much left to cover, so I will be writing an unplanned third part to wrap this fic up. As before, many of the situations referenced in this fic are based on real life. You can find a more general Author’s Notes in Part 1 and some more specific notes at the end of this instalment.
Something’s off.
What, I can’t quite determine, caught as I am halfway between waking and dreaming... But as I slowly float towards consciousness, I become increasingly certain that something is... if not exactly wrong, but not quite right either.
Then it comes to me.
I’m cold.
Which can mean only one thing...
Opening my eyes, I find the other side of the bed conspicuously empty.
I frown.
Where is Drake?
A rustle of clothing from behind me catches my attention. Pushing myself up, I see that my wayward human radiator is in the process of pulling on a pair of tracksuit bottoms.
"What time is it?" I mumble, rubbing my eyes as I reach for the switch of the My Little Pony bedside light.
"Early," he informs me. "Go back to sleep."
"Where... are you going?" I ask around a yawn.
"For a run," he replies, pulling some socks from his suitcase.
I open a disbelieving eye mid-stretch. "On Thanksgiving morning?"
"Yup."
"Why?"
"Because if last night was any indication of what today has in store for us, then I need to get some cardio in. Otherwise—"
"You're worried you'll get fat?"
"No," he scoffs, reaching into his suitcase for a hoodie. "But I want to work down yesterday's calories before piling on round two. Plus we spent the whole of yesterday sitting, so—"
"You're worried you'll get fat," I surmise with a smirk.
"Hey. This..." he declares, indicating his ridged abs, "...doesn't just happen by itself. It takes dedication and discipline."
"Which is very much appreciated," I assure him as he yanks the hoodie down. "But, surely you can take one day off?"
"Yeah, probably," he acknowledges. "But, I've been up for about an hour already because of the jetlag. So, may as well make use of the extra time. I should be back before y'all get up."
"Okay," I concede, pulling the blanket up my chest to ward off the morning chill, given that I’m still naked after last night's impromptu lovemaking. "Just watch out for moose."
"Moose?"
"Yeah. They sometimes wander into the neighbourhood, especially around dawn and dusk. And when it's dark, you basically don't see them until you're right on top of one."
He flashes me a sceptical look as he roots around his backpack. "Aren't they just like... big deer?"
"Yeah. But with one major difference."
He quirks a wry brow as he locates his headphones. "They have bigger antlers?"
"They will charge you if they think you're a threat. Especially if you happen upon a mother with a calf."
He mulls this over for a second before nodding. "Right. Stay clear of the big ass, murderous elk. Anything else?"
"You probably want to take my keys."
"I was planning on climbing out your window, actually..."
I throw the pillow at him.
He snatches it out of the air and flings it back at me in one smooth motion.
"You are way too awake for whatever time it is..." I grumble, catching the pillow just before it hit my face.
"Told ya," he smirks, grabbing a pair of trainers from his bag. "I've been up for an hour already. Where are your keys?"
"In my bag..." After a moment's contemplation, I add, "Which is still on the bench by the front door."
"Yeah, I remember," he nods, stepping over to drop a kiss in my hair. "I'll be back in a bit."
I grab his hand to give it a squeeze. "Just be careful. Not all the roads have sidewalks."
"I will," he assures me, tightening his fingers around mine. "Love you."
"Love you, too."
He leans in to press a soft kiss against my lips before flicking the bedside light off and making his way quietly out of the room.
I flop back onto my pillow.
But, as groggy as I am feeling after jetting across eight time zones, falling asleep again without Drake's warm and comforting presence next to me is proving to be difficult.
So, after the third failed attempt of trying to roll over to get comfy, I throw the blankets back and step onto the cold hardwood floor.
Since I never made it to the bathroom yesterday, I decide to take advantage of the fact that my brothers are still snoring soundly and there would be no line up for the shower. Flicking on the bedside lamp again, I pad over to my suitcase to grab my toiletry bag before filching the shirt that Drake had worn yesterday to wear as a makeshift dressing gown on the off chance that I end up bumping into someone in the hallway.
I make a quick pit stop at the linen closet to grab a towel for myself and Drake — as he'll no doubt want a shower when he gets back from his run — before stepping into the bathroom and locking the door.
Tapping the light-switch on (as well as the underfloor heating), I pull a face when I catch sight of myself in the mirror. I must've drooled into my hair or something, because one side is sticking up at all sorts of odd angles, while the other side looks like it had been run over by a steam iron, falling down my shoulder in flat, lifeless strands.
Dropping my toiletry bag onto the vanity — that is littered with an entire Walgreen's-worth of men's grooming products courtesy of my brothers, who still live at home — I turn the shower on and begin pulling out the items I need while I wait for the water to warm up.
After waiting a minute or two, I test the water before stepping into the shower and pulling the door closed. I sigh contentedly as the hot spray hits my body, feeling it start to warm my bones. I'd forgotten how cold the house got before the furnace kicked on in the mornings.
Opening my eyes, I glance at the shower door, half-expecting Drake to be standing there, in the process of pulling it back, but all I see is the increasingly hazy outline of the bathroom as the steam from the shower fogs the glass over.
He really had been serious about going for a run then...
I shake my head wryly.
I’m never going to be one of those people who would willingly to forego sleep on a cold morning in order to subject themselves to a workout before the sun was even up... unless that workout happened to be a bout of lazy, morning sex, followed by breakfast in bed.
But, that's why Drake has a body to rival that of Chris Evans' Captain America, while I — even though able to pull off a bikini and low-cut dresses — am never going to be able to squeeze myself into a skin-tight bodysuit à la Black Widow.
I finish off my ablutions and step out onto the now warm bathmat, happy that my parents had opted for this luxurious upgrade when they'd reno'd all the bathrooms a few years back. Wrapping one of the towels around myself, I step over to the vanity and begin pulling out the toiletries I'd need. I apply some moisturiser and some basic make-up before giving my hair a vigorous towel dry and styling it into loose waves.
Satisfied with my appearance, I head back to my room to get dressed. Since we'll be spending most of the morning prepping for dinner, I opt for a loose-fitting plaid shirt and yoga pants, some thick socks and my fuzzy Ugg boots. I also pull on a snuggly, knitted cardigan for good measure.
Stepping out onto the hallway again, I hear the sound of clattering dishes rise up the landing.
Nana’s up early too, by the sounds of it...
My grandmother always makes us a hearty breakfast of bacon, eggs, sausages and her famous pancakes on Thanksgiving morning, so we can get through all the cooking without needing to stop for lunch.
I feel my mouth start to water at the mere thought of it all.
"Morning, Nana," I greet as I step into the kitchen.
The cracked egg she's holding goes flying, sending the sticky whites and yolk everywhere. "Good Lord, Harper!" she exclaims, clutching her chest. "You gave me a right fright!"
"Sorry..." I apologise. "Didn't mean to sneak up on you."
"What are you doing up so early? It's barely gone 5am..."
"Jetlag," I inform her, opening up one of the cupboards. If I’m going to make it through dinner and the game today, I’m going to need some caffeine, so I don’t end up crashing out at 6pm.
Nana nods in understanding as she salvages what egg innards she can from the counter to scoop into her mixing bowl. "Your beau still sleeping, though?"
I shake my head as I extract the jar containing the coffee. "No. He's been up even longer."
"Where is he, then? Did he not want to join us?"
"He will," I assure her, measuring some ground beans out into the bottom of the stovetop coffee maker that my parents still insisted on using over a coffee pod machine, or even a drip coffee maker. "Once he gets back from his run."
"He went for a run?" gasps Nana, as if the very concept was offensive. "On Thanksgiving morning?"
"That's what I said," I reply ruefully, filling the coffee maker up with water and setting it on the gas stovetop. "But he wanted to go, so..."
Nana beats the eggs into the rest of pancake batter thoughtfully. "Must really like running, then."
"Yeah," I agree, leaning against the counter. "He's weird like that. Do you need help with anything? Seeing as I'm up and all?"
"You start warming up the gridle. Batter's almost done."
Working in tandem, Nana and I make quick work of throwing together the usual Thanksgiving breakfast for eight people, catching up on each other’s lives as we bustle around the kitchen.
"You're up early, Harp," greets Brody, strolling into the kitchen and making a beeline for the coffee. "Bed's not as comfy as in that fancy Palace of yours?"
"We don't live at the Palace," I remind him, noting the manila folder under his arm. "Are you heading out?"
"Yeah..." he mutters, pouring himself a large mug of coffee and dumping a couple of packets of sweetener and some creamer into it. "Need to drop some paperwork off for one of the detectives I work with."
"On Thanksgiving morning?" I ask sceptically.
Brody shrugs. "He pulled the short straw when they were dolling out the shit shifts... Sorry, Nana."
She waves a hand dismissively. "You're a grown man, Brody. You can talk how you want. Don't you want a bite to eat before you go?"
He shakes his head. "I'll eat when I get back."
Nana tuts disapprovingly. "At least take one pancake."
Brody drains his coffee. "Alright. Thanks, Nana." He holds up the pancake in salute as he makes towards the door.
"Thank your sister," she corrects him. "She's the one who cooked them!"
"Thnkth, sthith!" he calls around a mouthful as he pulls on his boots.
"You made the batter, though," I remind her, taking a sip of my own coffee.
"That's the easy part," winks Nana, giving me a pat.
"Whatcha doin' up before the sun, sis?" asks Tyler, sauntering into the kitchen. "That like... never happens!"
"Helping Nana make breakfast," I inform him over the rim of my cup. "You're welcome..."
"Appreciated. But, don't think that this..." he jerks a thumb at the food decking the dining table, "is gonna get you outta potato peeling du— Ow!"
"You may want to rethink that statement, buster," Nana informs him archly, hefting her wooden spatula meaningfully. "Seeing as you didn't crawl your lazy butt outta of bed until after you could smell the bacon!"
Tyler rubs the back of his head bashfully. "Fine... I'll do the potatoes... Again..."
"Hey, Nana!" greets Justin, appearing as well. "Harp. T. Where's everyone else?"
"Brody had a work errand, and Drake's gone for a run," I inform him. "No idea about Mom and Dad."
"What's he runnin'?" asks Nana. "A marathon? Shouldn't he've been back by now?"
"Probably..." I admit, glancing at the clock on oven.
6:28 am.
I feel the blood drain from my face.
He's been gone over ninety minutes – almost twice as long as he usually goes for – and I hadn't even noticed! What if he got lost...? Or tripped over something in the dark? Or run over? Ohmygod! What if he'd tried to call me for help?
I smash my coffee mug down onto the counter, probably cracking it in the process, before shoving my brothers out of the way to get to my phone that was still in my bag on the bench. Ripping the zip open, I shove my hand into the bag, desperately searching for my phone.
I lay hands on the cool plastic, just as the door yawns open.
"Oh, thank God!" I gasp, dropping my phone.
"Whoa...!" Drake exclaims, staggering back as I throw myself at him. "Easy there, girl."
"Are you okay?" I demand, pulling back to look him up and down.
"Yeah, I'm f—"
"Where the hell where you?!"
He quirks a brow at me. "Out for a run?"
"For an hour and a half?"
His brows furrow. "I wasn't gone that long... Was I?"
"It's six thirty!" I almost shout. "Where did you go? To Billings and back?"
He's still frowning at me in confusion. "That can't be right..."
"Well, it sure as hell is!" I declare, falling against him again as I feel hot tears of relief stream down my face. "When Nana told me the time, I nearly lost it, thinking you'd gotten lost... or hurt... or..."
He wraps his arms around me. "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to be out for so long. But, I had to take a detour on the way back..."
"Detour?" I ask, snapping my gaze up to his. "Why? What happened?"
"Ran into a goddamn moose."
My eyes widen. "You what?!"
"You didn't tell me that they smelled bad enough to gag a maggot."
"Yeah, they do stin—" I suddenly feel the blood ice over in my veins. "Wait. How close did you get!"
He does some quick mental math. "Three... maybe four feet?"
I stare at him in disbelief before I feel the palm of my hand connect with his chest. "Did. You. Not. Listen... To anything I said?!"
"Hey! Hey!" he protests, trying to fend off the blow that accompanied each word. "Cool it, girl! I'm fine."
"How?" I demand. "How are you fine? You should be knocked out! Or dead!"
"It was a bit surprised to see me, I'll admit, but after I talked to it for a bit, it seemed t—"
My eyes nearly pop out of my head. "You did what?!"
"I talked to it," he repeats, as if it was perfectly normal to engage a thousand-pound wild animal in conversation. "Until it calmed down."
My jaw moves up and down soundlessly before I manage to spit out, "It's not a horse!"
"So?" he shrugs nonchalantly. "It worked. It went back to stuffing its face and I backed up ‘round the corner."
Words fail me as I stare at him open-mouthed. The nerve of this guy...
"Is... everything okay?"
The sound of Mom's voice from behind me rouses me from my stunned stupor.
Glancing behind me, I see my entire family (minus Brody, of course) staring at Drake and me with various expressions ranging from nosy curiosity through to troubled concern.
"There was an awful lot of shouting..." she adds, flicking her eyes between the two of us.
"Sorry..." I mutter, tucking my hair behind my ear. "Drake just freaked me out a bit."
"A bit?" asks Justin sceptically. "Try a lot!"
"Okay," I concede with a huff. "He freaked me out a helluva lot."
"How did I freak you out?" Drake protests.
"You ran into a moose!"
There is a collective intake of breath from behind me.
"I didn't plan on it!" Drake points out. "Like you said, they're impossible to see in the dark."
"But, where did you go?" deplores Mom.
"He went for a run," Tyler informs her.
"On Thanksgiving morning?" she gasps.
Drake groans. "Sweet Jesus... She sounds exactly like you."
Laughter bubbles up from my family.
"We havin' a porch party I don't know about?" asks Brody, appearing behind Drake.
"Very much an unplanned one," I tell him as I step out of the doorway.
"Come on, son," declares Dad. "Let's get you in the house. After a wild encounter like that, you probably want some coffee."
"Wild encounter?" queries Brody, shutting the door behind him. "What the heck happened?"
"And breakfast!" adds Nana. "Need to feed the poor boy up after all that time he spent running around in the cold."
"I'll fill you in later..." I tell him with a roll my eyes.
"Actually," says Drake, pulling his sneakers off. "It's surprisingly mild... and humid out there. I thought it was supposed to be like Hoff up here in the winter."
"That's what all you southerners think," scoffs Justin. "But that only applies to the Midwest."
"We've had three dumps of snow already," adds Tyler. "But the Chinook's melted it all."
"Chinook?" asks Drake.
"It's a warm wind that comes in off the Pacific," I tell him. "Means we're not stuck in a deep freeze all winter."
"Sit, sit!" commands Nana. "Or it'll all go cold."
"Y'all start," advises Drake. "I'm just gonna run upstairs and get changed."
"Oh, don't worry about that, honey!" declares Mom, shoving him into a seat. "We raised three boys who used to stink the house out after hockey and football practice!"
"Gee, thanks, Mom," grumbles Justin.
"Not to mention after spending the day down at the Harrolds' place during the summer!" I add, pulling a chair out. "You always came back smelling like a stable!"
"It's what happens when you spend the day shovelling shit..." point out Tyler.
"And rolling around in it," grins Brody, punching his younger brother in the arm.
Tyler's eyes narrow. "You friggin' pushed me into it!"
"Hey," retorts Brody, holding his hands up innocently. "Not my fault you tripped over your own shovel."
"Okay, that's enough," chides Dad, seeing that an argument was about to erupt between my brothers. "We have a lot to get through today, so let's start eating."
We all dig into the feast of bacon, eggs, sausages and Nana's chocolate chip and cinnamon pancakes.
"So, I'm guessing these are the pancakes that you're willing to die for?" notes Drake as he spears two with his fork from the pile.
"Yup!" I confirm with a grin, drizzling my own bacon-topped tower with maple syrup. "And so will you, once you've tried them!"
He spoons some eggs into his plate with a chuckle. "You sound damn sure of yourself."
I slant him a glance as I cut into the stack. "You doubting my honest review, or my Nana's recipe?"
"Neither. But I can count on one hand all the food I've ever had that I'd be willing to lay down my life for. So, it's quite the high benchmark to hit." He takes a bite and chews thoughtfully for a moment. "That said... You’re right. These are pretty special."
"Told ya," I smirk, lifting my own slice of pancake to my mouth. "Nana's pancakes are the best."
"Even after all the fancy food you got to eat at the Palace?" queries Mom.
"Especially after all the fancy food we were forced to eat at the Palace," I correct.
Dad frowns. "Don't you normally have to pay an arm and a leg for that kind of grub?"
"Yeah," nods Drake. "But you can only eat so much caviar and amuse bouche before you start craving real food."
"Nothing beats homemade food cooked with love," declares Nana sagely.
"So, if Palace grub's a pass, what other food's made it into your top five?" asks Justin.
"Dad's secret recipe BBQ sauce, for one," replies Drake. "I'd give anything to have that again."
I look up at him sympathetically. "He never showed you how to make it?"
He shakes his head sadly. "Didn't get around to it. And he didn't think to write it down anywhere, so..."
I feel my heart constrict as I reach out to lay a comforting hand in his knee. "I'm sorry..."
"It's fine," he mutters stoically, flashing me a wan half-smile. "I'll get it right one day."
"Have you tried adding whiskey?" asks Justin around a mouthful. "All the best BBQ sauces have booze in them..."
"Yeah, I've—"
"And you're definitely using apple cider vinegar, instead of plain white vinegar?" pipes up Tyler.
"Yup."
I raise a brow at my brother. "Since when do you know the difference between the two?"
"Since that time I dated a trainee chef and she showed me how—"
"Nobody wants to know what the two of you did in the kitchen!" declares Brody loudly. "And anyway... Barbecue sauces are all about the spices. You tried cumin?"
"Yeah."
"Celery?"
Drake nods.
"Cilantro?"
I stare at Brody in disbelief. Since when did he know so much about the nuances of BBQ sauce?!
"What about cinnamon?" chimes in Nana.
Drake's brows furrow. "Cinnamon?"
"Of course!" she affirms. "I put cinnamon in everything! It's got a bit of sweet... it's got a bit of spice... It's my go-to secret ingredient."
Drake takes a moment to digest this. "No. I haven't..."
"Might be what you're missing, then," she winks, tapping the side of her nose conspiratorially.
"Yeah... Maybe," he muses thoughtfully. "Thank you, ma'am. Will definitely give it a try."
"Oh, there's no need to be so formal," she declares with a dismissive wave of her hand. "You're basically family already."
"Even so," smiles Drake. "My parents always told me that a little bit of respect can get you a long way."
"Try telling that to these three..." grumbles Dad.
"Hey! We got manners!" objects Justin.
"Yeah..." mutters Dad. "When it suits you... or you want something."
Laughter echoes around the table as we polish up breakfast.
"Right," declares Dad, popping his glasses onto his nose once we've cleared the table and sat back down again. "Task assignments."
"I want Harper for the apple pie," announces Nana.
Dad nods as he jots this down on his notepad. "Leigh and I will manage the turkey, the stuffing and the gravy. That leaves chopping firewood..."
"I'll do that," declares Brody.
"...vegetables..."
"Dibs!" cries Tyler.
"Hey!" objects Justin. "I was on potato duty last year!"
"And I had it two years in a row before that!" retorts Tyler.
"I can do it," offers Drake.
Everyone's eyes swivel disbelievingly onto him.
"You...want to do the potatoes?" asks Tyler.
"Sure. Why not?" shrugs Drake. "I mean... it's just peeling and chopping, right? Or am I missing something?"
"The sheer volume you have to get through!" exclaims Justin.
Drake raises a quizzical brow at me.
"There's eight of us," I tell him. "And we eat a lot of mash."
"That ain't a problem."
"Are you sure, honey?" asks Mom. "You can help with something else if you'd—"
"No!" cry Tyler and Justin simultaneously.
"I mean..." adds Tyler sheepishly. "He offered..."
"And confirmed his choice!" adds Justin.
Dad glances at Drake questioningly. "You sure, son?"
"Yessir."
"Okay, Drake's down for potatoes," declares Dad, before turning to face Justin and Tyler. "But once the two of you are done with the vegetables, you're gonna help him, y'hear?"
"Dammit..." mutters Tyler under his breath as he slumps back into his chair to the accompaniment of Justin's groan of disappointment.
"Oh, man up, you two!" huffs Nana. "It's just a sack of potatoes! And with three of you working, you'll have it done in no time!"
"Might even have time to go out and play some ball before dinner if you're quick," says Mom.
"Right," announces Dad, clapping his hands together by way of emphasis. "Let's hustle!"
As everyone shuffles off to start on their designated tasks, Drake pulls me off to the side. "I'm just gonna run upstairs and get changed."
"Okay," I reply, dropping a kiss on his cheek. "There's a towel on the bed for you."
"Thanks, Gale."
"Hey!" shouts Tyler. "Where d'you think you're going, Mr I-Want-To-Do-The-Potatoes?"
"Don't worry," chuckles Drake. "I'll be back in five."
"You better be!" warns Justin, appearing with the sack of potatoes from the garage. "Potatoes don't peel themselves, y'know!"
"Who used the oven last?" queries Mom as Drake disappears upstairs.
"You?" replies Dad, pulling the turkey from the freezer. "Why?"
"It's flashing me."
I try and fail to suppress a snort as I step towards the pantry to grab the apples for the pie. "I'm pretty sure it's not..."
"Then how do you explain this?" she deplores, waving her hand at the display.
"Lemme see..." sighs Dad, pulling his glasses from the breast pocket of his shirt again before proceeding to press random buttons on the control panel and opening and shutting the door. "Hmm... It's not turning on, is it?"
"What's wrong with it?" asks Justin, glancing over Dad's shoulder.
"No idea..." he grumbles.
"It was working fine yesterday," says Mom, peering at the controls accusingly.
"Yeah, but it's not working now, is it?" huffs Dad. "I think we'll need to call someone."
"On Thanksgiving morning?" scoffs Nana, elbows-deep in pie crust. "Hah! Good luck being able to reach anyone who can fix an oven!"
"There won't be a Thanksgiving if the oven's not fixed!" Dad reminds her, pulling his phone out of his pocket as he strides off to make some calls.
"Could always do a barbecue..." muses Tyler.
"Yeah..." I snort. "Have fun roasting a full turkey on the grill!"
"You'd obviously chop it up first..."
"It's still frozen!"
"Is... everything okay?" asks Drake, reappearing dressed in faded Wranglers and a new forest green plaid shirt that I wanted to instantly tear off him.
"Mom broke the oven," Justin advises.
"It wasn't me!" she protests.
"You used it last," Tyler reminds her.
"So?"
"So... it means you broke it," Justin declares.
"Oh, leave your poor mother alone!" orders Nana. "These things happen."
"Not on Thanksgiving!" cries Mom. "When Drake and Harper are here!"
"Do you know what's wrong?" Drake asks in a whisper as my family continue throwing stressy barbs at each other.
"It won't turn on," I tell him.
"Is it showing some kind of error code?"
"Mom said it was flashing at her... So, maybe?"
"Mind if I take a look?" asks Drake, loud enough for Mom and my brothers to hear.
"Can you fix it?" asks Mom hopefully.
"What are you?" scoffs Tyler. "An oven whisperer? Ow!"
"He's trying to help!" Nana chastises him, dipping her mixing spoon back into the bowl. "Unlike you..."
"It's no good..." huffs Dad, stepping back into the kitchen. "All the calls are going straight to voicemail..."
"Told you," preens Nana, buttering a pie dish with vindicatory smugness.
"What are we going to do!" cries Mom, grabbing Dad by the front panels of his shirt.
Dad sighs. "Guess we'll just have t—"
"Fixed it."
Stunned silence falls onto the kitchen as everyone's gaze snaps onto Drake.
"Just needed a self-clean," he declares, straightening himself up. "Should be ready to go in a—"
"You angel!" cries Mom, throwing herself at him like he was the Messiah.
Drake staggers back in shocked surprise, but manages to keep his footing as Mom envelopes him in a relived hug.
"You saved Thanksgiving!" she gushes, pulling back to cup Drake's face reverently in her hands.
"Yeah..." smiles Dad. "Guess we do owe you one, son."
A rare flush rises up Drake's neck. "Honestly... it's—"
"Don't think this gets you out of potato duty!" warns Tyler, jabbing a half-peeled carrot at him.
"Jesus Christ, T!" I snap, throwing a handful of apple skins at him. "Chillax about the damn potatoes already!"
"Yeah, seriously, dude," mutters Justin, elbowing him in the ribs. "Anyone would think you've got some kind of weird potato paranoia..."
"It's not a paranoia!"
"Just a really bizarre obsession..." declares Brody, stepping into the kitchen to flick his brother in the back of the head with his finger.
Tyler whirls around in aggravation. “Can everyone stop hitting me!"
"You done with the logs already?" queries Dad, unwrapping the turkey from the packaging, studiously ignoring Tyler.
"About halfway," Brody replies, grabbing a glass from the cabinets and filling it up with water. "It's damn hot out there..."
"And it will only get hotter," declares Nana, rolling her pastry out onto the countertop. "Supposed to get up to 60 degrees by the afternoon."
"So much for all the snow you warned me about," mutters Drake with an accusatory glance in my direction. "Might as well be in Texas right now."
"Oh, it's coming!" Brody assures him, depositing his empty glass in the sink. "We'll be snowed in come nightfall."
Drake raises a sceptical brow as he resumes peeling. “If you say so…”
“We know so,” confirms Nana with a wink.
The rest of the morning passes quickly as we all hunker down on the chores. And by lunchtime, the turkey's roasting happily away, the potatoes and vegetables are soaking in bowls of water, and Nana and I have assembled three apple pies ready to shove into oven as soon as the turkey comes out.
"You kids go take a break," advises Mom. "Dad and I will keep an eye on the turkey."
"Just be back in about an hour to square everything away," adds Dad. "So we can finish eating before the game kicks off."
"You want to go outside and throw the football around for a bit?" I ask Drake as I wash my hands in the sink.
"Will you be on the sidelines cheering?" he drawls, snaking his hands around my waist.
I quirk a brow at him as I reach for the dishcloth to dry my hands. "Do I look like a stuck-up cheerleader to you?"
"Admittedly not in this getup..." His fingers slide around the waistband of my leggings. "You don't have a short skirt upstairs, do you?"
I smack his hand. "Dream on, cowboy. I'm not dressing up as a cheerleader to play football."
His hands still. "You're playing as well?"
I look up at him with a smirk. "Damn right, I am!"
"Thought you weren't into football."
"Just because I don't watch it obsessively-compulsively like you and Brody, doesn't mean I don't like playing it. I've got a mean throw, I'll have you know..."
I feel his stubble brush against the shell of my ear as he whispers, "You never fail to surprise, girl."
"One of the many things you love about me, I'm sure," I smile, turning around to loop my arms around his neck.
"It does keep things interesting..." he admits, mocha eyes boring into mine as he slides his hands surreptitiously underneath the bottom of my shirt.
"Quit distracting him, Harp!" calls Justin, striding past with the football. "It's game time!"
"We don't know which team he's on yet!" quips Tyler. "Maybe she should keep distracting him."
"Or motivating him," I add with a knowing grin. "Works both ways, y'know."
"Don't I know it..." murmurs Drake, dropping his hands reluctantly.
"You know I like to keep you on your toes, cowboy," I purr, dropping a kiss on his cheek. "Just gonna grab some sneakers and I'll be out in a minute."
"Sure I can't convince you to grab that skirt as well?" he asks in a low voice. "Seeing as it's basically tropical outside..."
"You two coming or what?" hollers Brody, poking his head around the corner.
"Guess you'll just have to wait and see," I tell Drake with a wink as I move towards the stairs.
Thanksgiving continues in Part 3!
A/N: So, to answer your inevitable questions/comments...😅
(i) The moose. Yes, moose can sometimes be sighted in Bozeman and they are friggin’ dangerous (and smelly). I think I read something somewhere that moose actually kill more people per year than bears. More specifically, Drake’s moose encounter is based on something that happened to my husband a few weeks ago, pretty much exactly as I described it (Yes, my husband’s brain works in slightly strange ways...) The length of time that Drake was gone for references the fact that my husband came home saying that he had no idea how long he actually stood staring at the moose for.
(ii) Weather. It’s all true. You do get randomly warm weather brought in by the Chinook wind that can warm the temperature up significantly throughout the autumn/winter. Also, the massive temperature swing that I describe happened to us when we went to Minnesota for Thanksgiving - the temperature went up to about 15 degrees C (about 60 degrees F) - we were literally outside playing basketball in shorts and t-shirts, but by the evening, there was several inches of snow on the ground.
(iii) The oven. This literally happened the first time my husband and I (we were just dating back then) went to the US for Thanksgiving. We all wake up on Thanksgiving morning and the oven’s busted. In that real life scenario, a technician did come around to look at the oven, and he found that (like in the fic) it just needed a self-clean. So, disaster narrowly averted. But this was priceless for me, so I had to include a slightly modified version in this fic 🤣
(iv) Potatoes. This is based on any meal with my side of the family where we have potatoes. Someone inevitably ends up peeling a shed load of them!
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Grain of Sand | jjk
Genre: smut x fluff x established relationship x slice of life
Pairing: blind!jjk x reader
Rating: 18+
Word Count: 4.2k
Warnings: cunnilingus, (light) ass play, fingering, jungkook fucks you against the kitchen sink so i guess that can be a warning, creampie
Summary: Blind since the age of 18 from a genetic disorder, Jungkook walked through life as if he never lost it, but on one fateful day seven years ago he literally almost runs into you. He fell in love nearly immediately. Fast forward to the present and it’s just another day in your quiet life with him by your side.
Bright, warm sunshine filled the hallway of your home from the windows that lined the wall. It was one of the reasons you picked this house. You imagined hanging pictures up on the wall for the morning sun to rise upon and, at night, you could still easily see them in the light of the moon. And that’s exactly what you did when you moved in two years ago. Jungkook walked ahead of you, fingers delicately skimming the wall right beneath the pictures. The wall there looked more worn than the rest, a little oily sheen to it from his fingertips. Walls all over your home had these trails. They were like highways for him, directing him to the living room, kitchen, and every room in between. Sometimes, like now, you’d run your fingers along his path lovingly, grazing your fingers underneath your wedding photo.
“What would you like for breakfast?” he asked, and you saw as he tilted his head a little, knowing you were following quietly behind him.
You hummed in thought. You never really were that hungry as soon as you woke up, but the smell of breakfast always made your stomach growl.
“What about…eggs and bacon?”
“Toast?”
“Oh, yes, Taehyung gave us some fresh strawberry jam he made.”
He hummed in a content agreement, turning the corner ahead of you, two fingers brushing the dull edge as he continued down the hallway. The light overhead was still off, and the early morning sun had yet to reach this part of the house, but Jungkook moved by memory and his worn wall path before moving into the kitchen. As he walked into the room, you reached for the light switch and flicked it on.
“What would you like me to do?” you asked. You leaned against the counter as you watched his hands skim the cabinets, and you knew he was counting in his head, until he got to the one he wanted. He pulled out a pan as his other hand reached for the stove, hand finding the burner, before moving it to sit the pan down.
“Uh, if you want to grab the ingredients, that will help.”
“Sure thing, sweet pea.”
Jungkook laughed as he reached for the oil that sat by the stove.
“I should be calling you pet names.”
“You do all the time and you’re just too cute not to.”
Opening the refrigerator, you pulled out the necessary amount of eggs and bacon as not to cause confusion with a clutter of items.
Jungkook lost his sight at the ripe, but terrible age of 18. Retinitis pigmentosa was the cause of his progressive vision loss. Around 10, he started showing signs when he complained about not being able to see outside when he played later in the afternoon, even when the sun was still bright on the horizon. His parents’ worst fears were confirmed with his diagnosis and the heartache of explaining to their son that he would lose his vision completely was devastating. But Jungkook proved strong and focused on studying Braille and doing whatever he could to prepare himself. Over the years, his vision worsened, he didn’t get to get his driver’s license with his friends, and he missed out on many things, but that didn’t stop him from pursuing his passion in music. He felt a connection when he made music because without his vision, it made him that much more acute in his studies. You met Jungkook in college, both music majors, and the reason you had met was because he had accidentally thwacked you with his white cane.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry,” he had said reaching in your direction.
You had laughed and at first his face was set into a confused expression until you spoke.
“Oh, that little thing couldn’t even leave a mark if you had done it intentionally.”
His face screwed up as he tried to hold in a laugh but was unable to do so at your incessant giggling. When you spoke again was when he thinks he fell in love with you, but there were too many moments to count for him.
You nudged the end of his completely white cane with your foot, no red or other markings. “Completely blind, huh?”
You hadn’t said it with any disdain or judgement; you had said it as if you were just having curious, casual conversation. Most of the time Jungkook felt as if his blindness made him invisible to people as if it were some curse to have and if they accidentally came close to him, they’d hurt him or themselves. Of course, he had his close friends and family that didn’t even remember he was blind half the time, but society always kind of sucked that way.
But you, you were the first girl he had ever met that so blatantly astonished him within the first few minutes and his heart flipped in his chest. He didn’t even need to see you to know that you were perfect, and he would end up with you one day. And, sure enough, five years later you were married and looking for a new home.
“How does this one sound?” you asked one night over your tub of chocolate ice cream.
You both sat at your small kitchen table in your small apartment. Jungkook had one headphone in listening to an audiobook, head resting in his hand as his other played absently on yours. You were scrolling through houses on your phone, trying to find the both of you the perfect one. Jungkook hit pause on his book and looked in your direction. Despite his blindness, nothing about his eyes had really changed; they were still a beautiful brown and they were your favorite to see in the evening light, sunset set his eyes aflame.
“Babe, as long as the layout is easy to memorize and it’s what you want, it’s perfect for me.”
“I love you,” you whispered. Tears filled your eyes at the content look on his face, a slight smile played on his lips. You were truly happy with him, sharing every moment together, and to the fullest, but parts of you did feel sad that he couldn’t see it.
“My god,” he whispered somewhat dramatically and suddenly your tears became a small laugh because you knew where this was going. “If your love were a grain of sand…”
“Mine would be a universe of beaches,” you whispered back.
Now, here you were, in your home with its innocuous fingertip paths lining your walls in an intimate artwork that was priceless to you.
With your back to the counter you leaned and watched as he moved. You only offered help occasionally and when he asked for it, but you were content to watch. His hands always moved lithely, so smooth, as he reached for objects. He cracked the eggs easily into the hot pan as he began to hum. He’d sometimes hum, sometimes sing, but he’d always choose a song about the same length each time and that was how he timed his cooking. The bacon popped loudly.
“Oops, fire’s too high.” He turned the knob to lower the flame before carefully putting his hand back on the handle of his pan. He picked his song up a few seconds after where he left off. The eggs were frying perfectly in the pan, not that you expected any less.
You pushed away from the counter to start grabbing plates as he neared the end of his song. Before long, he had both plates perfectly set with eggs and bacon as you carried the toast to the table. You buttered and spread the strawberry jam on two pieces, dropping one on his plate as you brought them over. He followed behind you, hand on your waist lightly before sitting down at the table.
“What are we gonna do today?” you asked as you bit into the toast. “Holy shit Taehyung knows what he’s doing with this stuff.”
His smile was bright as he cut into his eggs. “What do you feel like doing?”
The sun was now up over the horizon, spilling into the windows and across your kitchen. You had hung various glass artwork throughout the house and right now the stained glass flower you had hung above the kitchen sink cast an array of colors into the room. Jungkook looked like moving artwork across from you. The colors shifted and changed as he moved, leaning back in his chair then forward again, elbow on the table, moving for a napkin, and each time he did splashes of red, green, blue, and yellow painted his skin.
You hadn’t realized you had fallen silent until Jungkook cleared his throat. “Babe?”
“Sorry, I was thinking.”
“About what?”
“The stained glass is casting a lot of pretty colors on you right now and I got distracted.”
“I bet it looks wonderful.”
He smiled softly as he reached for his glass of milk.
“Describe it to me?” He pushed his plate to the middle of the table as he finished. Placing his head in his hands, he looked in your direction, his eyes averted just down from your eyes and somewhere near the apples of your cheeks. Even if he rarely ever made eye contact, your soft voice always lulled him in and pointed him in the right direction.
“Remember when we’d get those cheap plastic kaleidoscopes as kids?” You pulled his plate towards you and stacked it on your own.
He laughed softly at the memory. “I used to think they were so cool, but the pieces inside were just as cheap as the outside.”
“Well think of that…just prettier.” His smile grew wider as his eyes closed and you knew he was thinking back on a memory. Probably a summer day down by the shore, the salty sea air, and the sun on his face. His mom is with him and everything is so bright. He sees the water and the way it stretches to the horizon, but in his peripheral it’s a little darker. For now, he’ll enjoy the waves.
You stood up and took the plates to the sink and began pulling the pots off the stove and putting them under the water with the rest. The sun still shone through the stained glass in front of you. You got lost in thought, hand still under the water waiting for it to heat up as you stared unblinking and the slightly swaying piece of glass. You jumped when a pair of hands softly caressed your hips.
“Shit,” you whispered. You were snapped out of your daydream and you shakily grabbed the sponge before pouring soap over it.
His lips came down on your neck. “Did I scare you?”
“Yea that was real dickish of you.”
He laughed against your neck as he snaked his arms fully around you and held you close. You began scrubbing at a pan as he hummed lightly, placing yet another kiss to your skin. He inhaled deeply and let his warm breath out slowly.
“You smell good,” he murmured.
“Well, I did take a shower last night….” You put the pan in the drying rack before reaching for another one.
His arms tightened around you and he brought himself a little more flush with your body. He hummed again as he moved his lips along the top of your exposed shoulder.
“What, pray tell, are you doing?” you asked in a mock accent as your hands dove blindly into the water as you searched for more dishes.
“Kissing you,” he said between small pecks.
“Okay.” You pulled a spoon from the filthy depths of the dish water when Jungkook’s hands moved back to your hips and his fingers dug lightly into them.
“Don’t move,” he whispered before dropping to his knees behind you.
Folding his fingers under the waistband of your shorts, he slowly began to pull them past your hips.
“What are you-“ You tried to turn around but keep your hands over the sink at the same time and you could only swivel so far at the hip.
“Shhh.” He kissed the small of your back and then the swell of your ass as he began to palm your ass cheeks. Slowly, he spread them further and further as he placed kisses along your skin. Your body had gotten whiplash; one second you were washing dishes and the next Jungkook was on his knees behind you. You shook slightly and your internal temperature began to rise. Suddenly, having your hands in the warm water became overbearing. You pulled them out and then clung desperately to a dish towel, but there was no way you were drying your hands right now. You felt his lips again and they were on the underside of your ass this time. You clutched the edge of the sink as you stared into the intricate flower in the glass.
Behind you, Jungkook spread your ass and dipped his head, tongue finding your cunt immediately. He hummed into you and you clenched. He spread them further as he licked at your center before he moved to your ass.
“A-ah,” you stuttered as you leaned more into the counter. His face was buried in your ass eating you out until he almost had your thighs shaking before he moved back to your now embarrassingly wet cunt. His moan was deeper this time as you dripped deliciously onto his tongue. Your mind seemed to exit the room as he shook his head, deepening this lewd kiss. He pushed himself up more on his knees, wanting to get as deep into you as he could. Your cries rose in pitch as your thighs began to shake. Your palms dug into the edges of the counters but all you could think about was him. He moaned the more you clenched, getting closer and closer to the release he wanted to give you. You could barely breathe now, and you were nearly on your tiptoes. All the while, Jungkook had his hands firmly on your thighs now with his face anchoring him to your body. You rocked back into his face and his moans began to pitch now, hands almost kneading at your thighs as he wrapped his hands around the front of them, pulling you harder into his face. Your mind felt as if it were on the brink of shutting down as your whole body began to shake. Every muscle in your stomach tensed as you felt yourself tumbling forward.
Different variations of his name fell from your lips in rapid succession as you crested the hill of your release. You fell over it when a large breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Your body shuddered and it felt as if all the blood inside rushed to your cunt. Jungkook was still eating you out as you came on his face, nearly crying into the kitchen sink. His grip on your thighs loosened first and then his tongue slowed. Your body shuddered every now and then from the aftershock. He kissed the underside of your ass again before standing. He pulled you into him again and held you close as you caught your breath. He kissed the side of your neck as his cheek rested against your skin.
“You taste good, too,” he mumbled.
You let out a shaky laugh. He had said it so nonchalantly as if he weren’t on his knees, face nowhere to be seen, just minutes before.
“Now, my kaleidoscope eyes,” he reached for the back of your knee and brought your leg upwards, “I need you to rest this here.”
He had your leg up on the counter comfortably and then he dipped his hand back between them. Your hips jerked involuntarily as he played with your painfully swollen clit. He circled the tips of his fingers on it softly. He kissed your skin delicately, reverently. The sun rose higher in the sky and from behind your eyelids you could see various colors of orange, blue, and red.
“You always describe the world so beautifully to me,” he whispered.
“I-I don’t want you t-to miss out.” You were a mess and he was making you an even bigger mess.
“Your vision of the world is far better than anything I could dream up.”
His fingers pressed a little harder and you wanted to clench around something only to be met with air. You whined a little as his breath picked up against your skin and he rutted into you. You felt his cock through his sweats and your mouth instantly watered. He hummed again as you began to drip on his fingers as he dipped them before pushing inside of you. He let out a shuddering breath as you swallowed his fingers fully, clenching hard around him. He pushed into you again, cock hard against your ass and he leaned into you as you pressed further into the counter.
“Tell me what you want,” he said gruffly as he pumped his fingers inside of you.
Your toes curled against the countertop, knee hitting a mug across the marble surface but neither of you bothered to acknowledge it. Jungkook was rutting into you now and breathing hotly into your ear. His other hand was on your breast kneading it roughly.
“God, Jungkook, just fuck me already.” You were doubled over with him hot on your back. His fingers pumped faster and faster and you were on your tiptoe again. You pushed your hips into him as he gave two more hard thrusts into you before pulling his fingers away.
His hands were only gone for what seemed like seconds before he had one on your hip and the other rubbing his cock between your folds. You moaned as you anticipated him. You didn’t have to wait long before he was sliding inside of you easily. His body was hot against yours and his skin against your ass was even hotter. His hand was at your breast again kneading as his heavy cock slid in and out of you slowly as if he were trying to make this moment last forever.
“What colors do you see now?” he whispered. His voice sounded strained like he was holding back. How were you supposed to concentrate?
You squinted when you were finally able to open your eyes; the sun was higher and brighter in the sky since you last looked. All you could think about was his cock softly nudging against the nerves inside of you, but he wasn’t going fast enough to really stimulate anything. You pushed your hips back into him again, but he didn’t take the bait as he pinched your nipple through your shirt. His other hand was anchoring your leg to the counter so you couldn’t move it from where he placed it. Plentiful soap suds were all over the sink and slowly popping but there was enough for the colors to be cast in a strange refracted way. The angle of the light caused more rainbows to shine from the hundreds of tiny bubbles. You reached out and braced yourself on the windowsill above the sink before you spoke.
“All of t-them. They’re shining on the soap now.” You were no stranger to describing things to Jungkook, but during sex was a new one.
He seemed satisfied as his pace quickened. His lips were on your neck, wet, and travelling upwards until he bit your earlobe between his teeth. Once again, you were pushing your hips into him as much as he’d let you. He was much too strong pushing you against the counter and his hand on your leg limited your movements.
“Jungkook, please.” You were breathless now, travelling up to that peak again but you needed more than this. He didn’t need to ask to hear your underlying question. He pressed against you harder while at the same time quickening his pace. The hand on your breast splayed across your chest before he moved it slowly down your stomach. Your breath caught in your throat as your stomach tightened. He was dipping his fingers between your legs again and pressed two fingers to your clit. Your chest came flush with the edge of the counter now and you felt Jungkook’s cheek on your shoulder blade. You reached for anything to brace yourself after your sweaty palm slid from the windowsill. You knocked soap and various other items down, sending some splashing into the water and others into the empty side of the steel sink. Jungkook ignored the clattering of items as he began to snap his hips harder. The pressure he had on your clit was barely there but enough to have you straining and willing your body to fall, but you just whimpered as you cried into the sink. He controlled your orgasm and all you could do was fall into the delectable pleasure he was giving you because you knew he always delivered. There was no way he was letting you physically walk away from this.
The room grew hotter the higher the sun climbed as it cast its menagerie of colors onto your face. The ends of your hair gathered the water droplets collected in the sink as your body shifted with each thrust. Without his sight, Jungkook was acutely more aware to other parts of your body. Like the way your cunt would flutter and tighten like a vice the closer you got your orgasm. He could practically feel the muscles in your back tense up as you focused all your attention to the burning in your abdomen. He pressed his fingers a little harder before moving them faster on your clit. The nerve endings inside were lit on fire, sending the hot flames licking in your core and up into your chest as every hair on your body stood on end as your skin flushed with goosebumps. You began to tremble, thighs cramping as you brought yourself fully up on your toes, other leg sweating against the marble counter. Jungkook’s large hand was still firm on the back of your thigh, keeping your leg up on the edge as he fucked into you faster and harder. You were crying loudly now, not holding anything back as he led you towards the end. Your orgasm hit with an explosion of colors behind your eyelids, aided by the stained glass. Jungkook’s fingers abandoned your clit in favor of bringing you more upright to turn your face enough for a searing kiss; his lips skated across your cheek before he found yours and you moaned into his mouth. He still thrust, ready to follow you down the other side and you clenched harder around him almost making it impossible for him to stay inside, but he had his hips hard against yours and into the counter in front of you. He braced himself against your thigh, his other hand on the counter now, and his lips still on yours as he spilled inside of you. Hot cum began to leak immediately around him and onto the floor. Usually you had your closed legs to keep it contained but now he was dripping all over the kitchen floor. Not that you minded. His moans dropped in pitch as he continued to thrust, overwhelmed by the feeling of you and his cum filling you up and then spilling out. With hips stuttering a few more times, he stilled. Without his movements you could now feel the slip of his cum as it came out of you. Slowly, he let go of your thigh and eased it to the floor. You winced as your cramped muscles begged for relief, but he was gentle in his movements, letting you adjust. He kissed your temple and the side of your face while you tried to regain your breath. Your legs felt as if they’d give out at any moment as they wobbled dangerously, but his steadfast grasp around your waist kept you upright.
The early morning sun still climbed in the sky, now out of view of the stained glass. The kitchen was yet again cast in the muted glow as it hid behind the trees, a display of leaves now covered the room in a strange dance. Jungkook was silent behind you, but still holding you close as he waited for your legs to regain their strength. The dishes sat scattered and forgotten in the sink and on the counter. The last of the soap bubbles were popping away and any hint of the colorful display was gone except for the stained glass now hanging somewhat plainly in the window.
He pulled you impossibly closer, face nuzzled into your neck as he hummed a nonsensical tune.
“Thank you,” he whispered. You were silent, knowing he had more to say. “Thank you for bringing color into my world.”
You squeezed his hand that was around your waist. You didn’t have to say much for him to understand, but what he didn’t know was how much he had brought into yours.
“If your love were a grain of sand…” you began.
“Mine,” he said with a whisper and a kiss to your exposed shoulder, “would be a universe of beaches.”
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What are you doing to me?
Request: @lostaurorax : hi! i absolutely love your writing and was wondering if i could request a tony stark smut with prompts 8 and 9 from your valentines prompt list if that’s okay with you!
Anonymous: Hi for the valentines request how about a tony x reader with a smut and dialogue no 8 and 9 with a teeny bit of angst
Pairing: Tony Stark x Fem!Reader
Summary: It was your first time in years that you were going on a Valentine's date, but things don't always go your way and the plan goes completely awry.
Warnings: Smut, Smut and Smut.
Word count: 4395
A/N: Sorry for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.
Valentine’s Day (Prompts)
How had you come to find yourself in such a situation, especially on Valentine's Day?
You had started the day with a supernatural glow on your face, it was common for your awakenings to be the most irritating, but that day it wasn't. You were finally going to be able to get out of those four walls that were corralling you, to get out of those four walls that were corralling you. You were finally going to be able to get out of those four walls that had you cornered, to go out into the world, like a normal, ordinary person, which was what you needed most at that moment. No training, no missions, no world problems, just you and your date on Valentine's Day.
It had been about three years since that day professed nothing special inside you, basically since your life took a supernatural turn, never better said, and you had to say goodbye to everyone you knew to venture into a new life with a new family. Since then, perhaps for fear of not being accepted, or because your lifestyle prevented you from doing so, you had not embarked on new romantic relationships, but that was not a problem for you, you found what you needed in other ways.
But then he came along. It all happened during a mission, working alongside a CIA operative he was on. Things happened fast enough that you didn't realise you were at an advanced point, perhaps too advanced for you. Still, you tried not to fray your nerves and get too overwhelmed, because what you liked most about him was that you didn't have to hide who you were from him, because he already knew. Surely he would have made sure that he knew every step you had taken before he worked with you.
That morning you went out to exercise first thing in the morning, the new avengers' facilities were crowded, you needed time to think calmly, so you opted to go for a run in the middle of nature. You had decided to dedicate 24 hours of that day to yourself, without alarming worries, the only worries you wanted to have in mind were what to wear and where you would end the night, the most ordinary worries possible.
You wished there was a mission that week that would have sent all your colleagues away, so you wouldn't have to put up with their joking comments about it, but apparently it was the most important event of the week.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not listening," you said, raising your voice without removing your headphones from your ears, assuming that Sam and Natasha's laughter was accompanied by some joking comment about your date that night with 'Mr. CIA', as they referred to him.
You made your way to your bedroom, eager to wash away the sweat that was soaking under a stream of cold water. Back In Black' drifted into your ears through your headphones, abstracting you from your surroundings and keeping your heart rate up, but suddenly the melody cut out to hear F.R.I.D.A.Y's voice through the headphones, breaking the moment.
"Miss Y/L/N," his volume was almost louder than your melody which made you gasp, "Mr. Stark is waiting for you in his office."
"Now?!" you complained, barely able to hear your voice because of the blockage in your ears.
You rolled your eyes and retraced your steps to Tony's office in the other wing of the building. You turned the music back on, avoiding having to listen to the comments of your colleagues as you walked back through the room, who of course had not given up on making you angry, but always with a touch of humour and love. Tony's office was with the door open, you switched off the music and could hear him having a rather ironic conversation with probably some high official of the state, lately you were being bombarded with his attacks.
"I hope I never have the pleasure again," he said pacing with one hand tucked in his trouser pocket. "Sure."
As he hung up the phone he rested both his hands on the desk, apparently he was so abstracted that he hadn't even noticed your presence.
"Are you all right?" you asked as you saw Tony's worried face, which he probably would never have allowed you to see if it wasn't for the fact that he didn't know you were there.
At your words he quickly lifted his chin and stood back up as if nothing had happened, a smile on his face offering to play down the importance of the event.
"Great, you're here," he said, slipping both hands into his pockets and rounding the desk to approach you.
"Yeah, F.R.I.D.A.Y said you wanted to talk to me," you commented taking the headphones out of your ears and stuffing them into the pockets of your sweat shorts.
"Yep," he slowly rubbed his beard thoughtfully. "I hear you've got a date tonight with..."
"Oh no, please, you too..."
"Listen," he interrupted you just as you had done before. "Tonight you're meeting with... what's his name? Oh, yes! Mr. CIA-"
"His name is Fred," you cut him off, crossing your arms as you wondered what he had on his mind. waiting for what he had in mind to tell you.
"Fred," he pointed an index finger at you, arching his eyebrows. "I've never liked that name, a bit of a ridiculous diminutive don't you think? If it comes from Frederick of course..." he began to ramble, gesturing with his hands, not giving you a clue as to what you had come for.
"Tony," you interrupted him.
"Okay, never mind," he slipped his right hand into his trouser pocket and pulled out a set of keys. "For you."
You uncrossed your arms, confusion had flooded your mind, why was Tony offering you that set of keys? Hesitantly, you slowly took the keys between your fingers and looked at them carefully. They were all quite unique, not at all like ordinary people's keys, they were full of electronic add-ons.
"Firstly, where are they from? And secondly, why are you giving them to me?" you ask without stopping analysing them.
"They're from one of the safe houses I own in Manhattan," he informed you, pointing them out."More than a flat, a building.
That information puzzled you even more.
"I don't understand," you said frankly, looking him in the eye.
"You just told me you're going into town tonight because you have a date with Fred?" he said again.
"And what does that have to do with you giving me the keys to a safe house?" you asked without finding a clear connection in the fact.
"Building," he rectified, to which you rolled your eyes. "Listen, have dinner with him, enjoy the evening, but then if... you know, things get..."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, okay," you said holding up your hands stopping him before he finished the words. "I got it, I got it."
"...hot take it there," he continued without paying attention to you and flashing a half smile, "don't go to Mr. CIA's house."
You nodded with a slightly uncomfortable smile for having had that conversation while collecting all the keys in your clenched fist. All you wanted to do was get out of there and take a shower to wash the cold sweat off your body.
"Thank you so much for your concern Tony," you said a little wryly walking backwards trying to tackle the door as soon as possible.
"You're welcome," he said enjoying your uncomfortable feeling. "And remember, always safe sex."
You shook your head and rolled your eyes and walked out without looking back. Putting on your helmets didn't stop those three letters from wandering through your thoughts, it had been so long since you'd had sex that you'd almost forgotten how to feel when you were possibly about to get laid again. If it had been three years since you'd joined the Avengers, exactly three years, that should be a bloody crime. But you couldn't blame yourself, you didn't even have enough confidence in yourself, how could you offer it to someone else.
The next few hours were all about you, about your self-care, gaining enough confidence to live again. That black silk dress that reached almost to the floor fell loosely over your body, leaving a plunging neckline and an open back, held up by thin straps. It had been so long since you had looked like that that you could hardly recognise yourself, you had left that time behind, but it was in your hands again. You grabbed a small handbag and after putting the finishing touches to your lipstick you left your bedroom, the longed-for walk of shame awaited you until you reached the car that was waiting to take you to the city.
"Alright, I don't want you to say anything," you informed before walking across the room, where some of your classmates were gathered, luckily some of them were preparing dinner so they weren't present.
"Wow!" exclaimed Sam, smacking Steve's chest, who just smiled and nodded at you, offering you one of his few-word approvals.
"Enjoy your evening," said Nat approaching you and giving you a little hug. "And you know what to do if you need me, one phone call and I'll break his legs."
You smiled after hearing those words whispered in your ears and headed for the exit. The car was as ready as you were to start your journey, you just got in and headed towards the big apple following the Hudson River. The lights, the big skyscrapers, the people walking through the streets, the traffic, you were definitely in New York. You looked at your watch, there were ten minutes left to meet Fred at the place he had booked and you were looking forward to, but life always has twists and turns that take us by surprise, and there was one for you.
One last last minute twist of fate had come Fred's way, informing you just as the car had pulled up outside the restaurant, completely changing your established idea of how the evening was going to go. It wasn't a feeling of anger that came over you, on the contrary, the disappointment was so strong that it was impossible for you to set off back to the avengers' compound, you would be the most embarrassed person if in less than an hour you turned up again under sympathetic glances. You had the keys inside your bag that Tony had offered you, so you would use them, and tomorrow morning you would be on your way home.
Tony's building was located in Lower Manhattan, just as he had called it, a frank building full of all the comforts and technologies, it resembled the Stark Tower but without the external façade, everything was inside. When you walked in you discovered that Tony had arranged for it to be fitted out with all the romantic necessities he thought you would need that night. The finest French champagne was on the lounge table along with a couple of glasses and a basket of your favourite chocolates.
You plopped down on the sofa with no desire to do anything, kicking off your heels, but at that moment you remembered that you had the house to yourself. You got up and grabbed the bottle of champagne along with the box of chocolates and took the lift to the rooftop. New York was really something to see from the heights and right now you had it all at your feet. You didn't know how long you sat in that armchair waiting for the hours to pass, but the bottle was half full.
"Nice view."
Your heart flipped as you heard those words behind you. Tony's figure suddenly appeared and stood beside you.
"What-what are you doing here?" you asked as you stood up, abandoning the champagne.
"The same thing I want to ask you," with his hands in his pockets he looked up at you. "Have you been crying?"
"No!" you exclaimed, crossing your arms mostly because of the cold wind that was blowing against your skin.
"Where's Fred?" asked Tony taking off his black blazer and covering you with it.
"He had...work..." you said almost in a whisper leaning against the railing to avoid looking at him. "What are you doing here?"
"F.R.I.D.A.Y told me you'd arrived," he commented as he continued to stare at you. "Alone."
You nodded biting your tongue cursing at his AI, who was informing him of every move you were making at every moment.
"Why didn't you go back to the facility?" he asked, closing the distance to you.
"Do you really need me to answer that?" you said looking at him.
"Why didn't you call me?" he stood next to you at the railing.
"Do you need me to answer that too?" you arched an eyebrow. "I wanted to be alone, well, I really want to be alone Tony."
Your companion stared at you, brought his index finger to your face to push back a strand of your hair that prevented him from fully contemplating you. Your relationship with Tony had always been complex, strangely complex. You'd known him for three years and you still didn't quite understand him, you didn't know which section of your social life to classify him in, and situations like that were the ones that still puzzled you the most. There was a time when you thought there was a deeper connection between you, your relationship with him wasn't the same as you used to have with Sam or Steve, it was different. But at no point in your lives had you decided to talk about it.
In those moments, as you had told him, you wanted to be alone, but you weren't. There was Tony beside you, looking at you, looking at your face, looking at your lips, creating a strange situation for you.
"What are you doing?" you whispered, directing your gaze to his eyes that remained fixed on your lips.
"The correct question is..." Tony's voice became deeper. "What are you doing to me?"
It was right after those words that you definitely knew what you were doing to him, when Tony furtively closed the distance to you, bringing his lips close to yours, looking for a response from you. However, that event caught you so off guard that you reacted even against your will, offering him a shove to create distance between the two of you again.
"What the hell are you doing!" you exclaimed with wide eyes, stunned, trying to analyse what had just happened.
"Kissing you?" Tony's tone of indifference, it wasn't like usual, it had a mixture of guilt in it. "Come on! We're not just friends and you fucking know it."
You were trying to connect the pieces with the sensations you were feeling at the moment, surprise and indignation mixed with sexual tension and passion, it was all very confusing. You could barely hear what Tony was saying to you at the moment, he was rambling again, but you couldn't resist him, and though you would probably hate yourself for it the next morning you silenced his words by pulling him to you, causing his jacket to slip off his shoulders and fall to the floor. It caught him off guard, but it didn't take long for him to react and bring his hands to your bare back to pull you closer to his body.
The warmth of his rough hands running over your soft skin made you shiver. Until that moment you hadn't realised the need you felt for someone to hold you in their hands, the need for Tony to hold you. His taste running over your lips, your tongue, it was just as you had dreamed, you were being completely taken in by his kisses, running down your neck softly until he reached your collarbones where he slowly slid his tongue. It was like being lost between two worlds and not finding your way out, but you really didn't want to find it.
Soft moans came from inside you, wanting to inform him of the need you were feeling at that moment for him, to have him all to yourself. It had been so long since someone had made you feel this way, you thought your body was going to explode at any moment. Gently Tony's fingers reached up to the thin strap that was held firmly over your left shoulder, letting it slowly fall down your upper arm to give him better accessibility to kiss you.
"It's been so long..." those words left your lips as if they were a plea.
"I know sweetheart," he whispered brushing his lips against your earlobe. "Come with me."
Tony's fingers intertwined with yours, guiding you into the building. You let him lead you down the steps, until finally you found yourself inside a large bedroom, returning to where you had left off, rekindling the need between you. You surrendered yourself to his caresses and kisses again, feeling alive. You tried to undo the knot of the tie that was allowing you so little of Tony's body to be seen, but his hands went faster than yours and held you back. The smile on Tony's face showed you that he intended to prolong those games, but you were thinking of going further, you needed to go further.
"Come on Tony..." you pleaded hoping he felt as needy as you did at that moment.
"Where to?" he asked, slowly caressing the silky fabric of the dress at your thighs.
"Stop teasing me," you murmured, but instantly your tone became more self-assured. "Or I'll be the one to start teasing with you."
Firmly you brought your hands to his chest to offer him a gentle push away from you, just enough distance for him to watch as you very slowly brought your hands to the straps and let them fall down the length of your arms, causing the black dress to fall to your feet. You were practically naked, except for a pair of lacy black panties, under the watchful eyes of those brown eyes that seemed consumed by what they were seeing.
"Oh, baby. I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you forgot you ever met that asshole," you bit your lower lip, inwardly begging for him to make good on those words. Even though he had already partly done it, he had made you forget about him completely.
You approached him very slowly, it almost hurt, you brought your hands to the collar of his shirt, rubbing his neck with your index fingers, slowly unbuttoning the buttons to check the nakedness of his torso. You uncovered the reactor, which you kissed and then you got down on your knees, getting to the height of his member, which was completely erect. Tony watched your movements with pleasure, letting you express yourself freely, putting you to the test.
Having finished unbuttoning his shirt, you chose to unbutton his trousers with extreme caution, the view from Tony's height was marvellous, and you knew it, so you looked away for a moment to see how he was enjoying watching you.
"Do you like what you see?" you whispered knowing the answer as you unzipped his trousers, feeling his cock rise even more under your touch.
"Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn't tease me," his words came out along with a slight moan, which brought a proud smile to your mouth.
Without a second thought you brought your hands to the top of his boxers and with a subtle brush you pulled them down until the top of his member was presented before your eyes, completely reddened, waiting to be attended to. You closed your eyes, approaching him only to brush him with the tip of your tongue. That warmth you offered him generated a deafening noise from inside Tony's throat who kept looking at you as if his dilated pupils were going to explode at any moment, and who didn't hesitate to place his right hand on the back of your neck to encourage you to continue, but you reacted totally the opposite of what he wanted and again rose up to put yourself at the level of his face.
"You're playing with fire," Tony raised the corner of his lip mischievously, having checked how you were playing with him, "and you just got burned."
His two hands gripping your naked hips tightly was all it took to pull you to the bed and let you fall onto the white sheets. You discovered your own need in his lust-filled eyes, which watched you as he dropped his shirt to the floor and shed his trousers, leaving only his member covered by the thin fabric of his black boxers. You knew you had teased him and it came at a price, a price you were willing to pay at any time, in fact you were willing to pay it.
His body pushed you back against the mattress, you let out a small moan as you discovered that his hands were slowly undoing the only question you had left on your body, your panties, which were slowly sliding down your thighs.
"Tell me how much you need me," his rough voice against your right nipple made you close your eyes and open your needy mouth.
"I need to feel you." You requested as best you could.
"Say please." Tony commanded dropping his lips to your left breast.
"Please..." you begged watching his every action.
"Are you gonna be good for me?" Tony's mouth found itself sliding between your hips, trailing his tongue back and forth.
"I... "you paused for air. "I promise I'll be good."
"Good..." his face disappeared from your sight, moving deeper between your thighs. "Now I want you to forget everyone but me."
As if you were in seventh fucking heaven his warm breath collided with your warmth. Just as you had done a few minutes ago, Tony slid his tongue along every millimetre of your folds, taking pride in the sound it made you externalise. You barely remembered what it felt like, what the deafening pleasure felt like, making your skin burn, your insides scream with pleasure, your need present in every part of your skin, and you weren't afraid to externalise everything you felt. Tony felt himself reveling in the taste of you, punishing you for teasing him earlier, leaving you half-hearted every time you felt you were about to explode.
It was inevitable for you to start moaning his name, wanting him to make use of his hands, to let you cum with pleasure.
"I want your fingers inside me." You commanded, not caring that you sounded so needy, tangling your fingers in Tony's hair.
But recreating the same action you had done to him, he pulled his lips away from your clit to look at you with extreme excitement in his pupils.
"Tony, I need to feel you." You reminded him as he watched you while barely making physical contact with you. "I need you so bad..."
"I know honey," he whispered approaching your face and running his tongue over your lips. "I'm not done with you yet."
When he steps back he offers you the confirmation you needed, his boxers begin to slide down his legs, releasing his full erection, knowing that this was all you needed inside you at the moment. His body reaches up to grab a condom from the drawer in the coffee table, but at no time does he look away from you, tempting you with a slide of your tongue across his lips, causing you to be quicker than he is and steal the condom from his hands. As he does, you reach down and before you put it on, you place a soft kiss on the tip of his cock.
Tony doesn't hesitate to grab your hips and pull you back to the position he needed you to be, between the mattress and his body. After trapping your lips between his he uttered words you could never forget, and which caused your clit to spasm slightly, "I'm gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop." You clenched your jaw and let him thrust inside you with a slowness that you found insufferable, but which caused your moans for the first time to blend together as one in the air.
Your hands prevented his body from separating from yours, drawing him into you. Your control points were completely gone, you had been waiting so long to destroy the barriers that prevented you from having pleasure that at that moment all your senses were fully expanded, every cell in your body wanted to explode with pleasure, and Tony was getting it so easily.
"I'm so close..." you uttered between moans, making Tony's speed start to increase.
"Come for me, honey." He whispered against your lips, pressing into a tight kiss.
His words were a command to your body, who decided the moment had come, exploding, letting your lust take you over completely. You moaned the name "Tony" as you allowed your sensations to invade every part of you, closing around Tony, who relished every sound and movement you made, and who couldn't resist hearing you utter his name, causing his hips to pick up even more speed, cumming right after you.
The cumulus of sensations and feeling was mutual, causing your bodies to fall into each other after everything that had just happened that night in that building on Manhattan Island. It took you a few minutes to react, catching your breath again and realising what had just happened between the two of you.
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Daniel Ricciardo Fanfiction
Chapter 1: An Adventure Awaits
Characters: you, Daniel Ricciardo, Michael Italiano and Blake Friend.
Warnings: no warnings just fluff.
It’s the off-season and you’re visiting Daniel’s family in Perth, Australia. He hadn’t been home in 2 years because of the lockdown regulations in Australia. This was a huge moment for Daniel and his family.
It was a long flight from Monaco to Perth and you both were cuddled up for most of the flight- Daniel loved the smell of the shampoo and cream you used. You were wearing his recent merch- a green hoodie with sweatpants and he wore a black hoodie, skinny jean and cap. You both wore a mask (for obvious reasons- covid) and sunglasses. Sunglasses meant that you were less recognisable. Since the time photos of Daniel and you were cheekily released to the public by the paparazzi, there has been too much unwanted attention. Both Daniel and you had always wanted to keep your relationship private and this situation is something you both did not want to be in but it was what it is.
Michael and Blake were travelling with the 2 of ya’ll as well. You shared a very good relationship with both the guys- maybe Michael more than Blake because you spent more time with him. You really appreciated the both of them and the relationship they shared with your boyfriend. The were his constants through the long seasons- you were not able to attend every race. They were his home away from home and had always had Daniel’s back. They knew when to be professionals and when to be Daniel’s best mates. Michael knew how to switch from Daniel’s best friend to his personal trainer and so did Blake- from Daniel’s close friend to his manager. The 4 of ya’ll made quite the gang and it was always informal and chill between ya’ll.
The flight was a long one. You woke up at the middle of the night to drink water and stretch your legs. You had to quietly get out of Daniel’s warm embrace. His arms were possessively wrapped around your waist and you were practically stuck to his body. Being able to completely recline your seats and sleep comfortably was one of the perks of flying first class. As you slowly got up, you were trying to make sure Daniel didn’t get up- he needed as much sleep as possible because whether or not he showed it, you knew he was exhausted from the long season.
As you got up to stretch, you saw Michael listening to music on his headphones. He was wide awake and you two met eyes. You smiled and nodded at him and he reciprocated the gesture. After a few minutes of stretching and drinking water, you turned around to see that Michael was still awake and was reading a book. You decided to go up to him and check up on him. There was a seat empty next to him. The ambience of the flight was dark and it was super cold as well. As he saw you coming near his seat, he shifted one seat to make the seat next to the aisle free for you to sit. Always a gentleman, Michael. You gave him a wide smile and sat down. “What’s up? Why aren’t you sleeping?” you asked him’ “Just thinking about stuff”, he said casually. You knew there was something more. You felt something was troubling him so you asked him to confide in you. “I know something’s up. You know you can tell me things if you want to Michael. I’m always here to listen.” you said calmly and gave him smile. “I know that and I really appreciate it.”, he said. “It’s just relationship stuff you know. I’ve been in a long distance relationship with my girlfriend for 2 years now and suddenly it’s all very different. It’s not what it used to be. We hardly communicate well and because of all the time zone differences, we don’t get much time to talk. And you know me, i won’t compromise DR’s training for anything. Nothing. This career is my priority. DR relies and trusts me to do my best and it’s my job to do so. I’m thinking of ending the relationship because it’s getting to hard for me to manage my emotions. I don’t want it to affect my career as DR’s coach. I need to be the best version of myself for DR to be the best version of himself physically. You get what i’m saying?.” says Michael.
“Yes, i totally get what you’re saying M.” you say. “I know how dedicated you are as Daniel’s coach. I don’t want to interfere in your relationship but i just want you to be happy. Do what makes you happy M. That’s all i want. I know you’ll do what you think is best. Just know, i’m always here for you and Daniel’s always here for you. Michael nods and smiles at you and you give him a reassuring hug before getting up from the seat. As you get up from the seat, you see Daniel’s pouty face looking at you from him seat. You slowly walk towards your seat and Daniel shifts in. “Why were you gone for so long? I was getting cold without you.”, says Daniel making a puppy face. His curls were all over the place and just when you thought he couldn’t look cuter, he did.
You went back into the same sleeping position with Daniel. He kissed your temple and pulled you in closer. This time he wasn’t letting you go- even if it was for a stretch, you knew it! After about 10 minutes, when you thought Daniel was asleep, he whispered into your right ear, “What were you talking to Michael for so long? Is everything okay?”. “Everything’s fine- just something about his relationship. He’s kinda tensed you know. I told him we’re always here for him. I don’t like seeing Michael like this. He’s generally so energetic. Hope he figures it out.” you say. “Oh right, he was telling me he might break it off with his girlfriend.” said Daniel. “Yeah.” you said, sadly.
Talking about Michael and his situation made you a bit sad and Daniel could sense that. He hugged you tighter and smothered you with kisses. “You know i love you, right?” Daniel asked. “I know that, and I love you too Dan”, you said. You turned around on your bed and faced Daniel. He looked into your eyes and pulled you in for a kiss. A light, reassuring and comforting kiss. He then kissed you on your forehead and you closed your eyes, burying you head in Daniel’s neck. He brushed his fingers through your hair and placed a kiss on your head. You were grateful you were wearing a comfy hoodie and were next to Daniel because boy was this flight cold!
“We’ll be landing in Perth shortly so please straighten your seats and prepare for landing.”, announced the flight attendant. You could literally sense Daniel’s excitement. You knew he couldn’t wait to see his parents, his sister, his brother-in-law but most importantly his nephew, Isaac!
As you guys landed, Daniel squeezed your hand and looked at you. His brown eyes almost stared into your soul. His eyes were a little watery as well. “Welcome to Perth, baby! Prepare to have the most fun you’ve ever had in your life! I’ll make sure of you!”, he said as it winked at you. You gave him a wide smile and kissed him.
As you got up, Michael and Blake were already up and ready with their luggage. You got up to take your luggage out from the overhead compartment- it slightly heavy and that’s when Blake stepped in to help you get it down. You smiled and thanked him. Michael lead the way out of the aircraft, followed by Blake, then you and then finally Daniel. Daniel refused to let you carry your own suitcase. So he walked out with 2 suitcases. You rolled your eyes but smiled because he looked so funny. You knew there was no point in arguing with Daniel because the gentleman he was, he definitely wasn’t going to let you carry the suitcase. You thought it was cute but knew you were perfect able to carry a few suitcases.
As you exited the aircraft, a warm and welcome breeze blew right into your face, causing your hair yo fly back. Now you knew why Dan was crazy about the Perth weather! It was great to be in Dan’s hometown. You were excited to finally meet his family and spend some quality time with Daniel because you knew that once the season started, spending quality time with each other was going to be very tough. You really looked forward to this coming month. You were suddenly knocked out of your daze when Daniel shouts your name, “Babe! I know Perth has a dreamy effect on people but we really need to get going! I don’t even know how far ahead Michael and Blake are. Hurry up!
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Talks Machina Highlights - Critical Role C2E116-119 (Dec. 15, 2020)
Hi! I missed the first three minutes or so and opened the stream to Brian giving an absolutely incoherent ...ad? for some jewel game? Six thousand jewels just for logging in? Some app in the app store and he’s literally been talking about this now for six minutes and I don’t know what he’s talking about. He finally wraps up, Laura brings the show to a close, and we’re all a little worse than we were before.
Ashley tries to get us back on track and Henry bays over her. Brian tries to ask the first question and breaks off into feigned sobs halfway through. This is chaos incarnate.
Tonight’s guests: Laura Bailey & Ashley Johnson.
How’s Yasha feeling right now about Molly? She and Jester both are desperately curious about whether there’s a spark of Molly left in Lucien that can be brought back. It’s not the same as when Yasha was controlled by Obann; this seems more like just the way this is now. They’d settle for even finding the good in him, like they did with Essek. Brian jokes that they can monitor his mental state if Matt’s Irish accent starts to slip a little bit.
Jester is a little wary about scrying on Lucien now since he’s able to see her back. She’s interested to try again now that Fjord’s given her the necklace.
Ashley has to run and grab a replacement set of headphones from Brian after hers get “crunchy.” It’s pretty cute seeing them run around and smooch on another screen. Brian teases that he doesn’t have any more questions for Jester since Caduceus has been doing all the healing lately. Laura tells us indignantly that she had Heal prepared for Caduceus in that last big fight, but Fjord got to Cad first. Brian explains how this is the same as all the good jokes he always lines up for Talks but never tells. Ashley’s crunchiness continues and we go briefly to a technical difficulties screen while Brian hops up to fix it.
Dani pips in to get this show back on track. Save us, Dani!
Ashley hadn’t thought about the aspect of Lucien controlling his friends’ minds, but finds it really creepy. It’s a cool game dynamic, and it’s a little different because they’re there willingly, but it’s really weird.
Jester thinks that “the tarot cards know all. She wants to buy into it real hard.” If it doesn’t make sense now, it will later. Laura has an Idiot’s Guide to Tarot Reading.
They’re super interested in why Aeor is like it is. Were they more advanced than us? Did they evolve along a different line? Ashley loves sci-fi and is all about this, especially since she wasn’t there for Happy Fun Ball time & hasn’t been able to get caught up on some of the things she missed in between, so she’s using this as an erstwhile replacement. She can already tell there are some things from this campaign that will bother her the way the unopened box did from C1. She and Laura both seethe at the camera about having to leave the spider behind.
Cosplay of the Week! Harland3r on instagram with a gorgeous winged Pike with a shield & mace. It’s an incredible photo and the wings look great.
Travis distracts Laura by dancing like a Trex offscreen. That seems right for this episode.
Jester’s encouragement of Yasha pursuing Beau was important in a lot of ways, not least because Ashley considered herself as uninterested in D&D romance as Travis & was a little unsure of activating a romance among her friends. However, it felt really natural within the game and it was really helpful to have Jester’s in-game encouragement. Yasha’s grown a lot and is in a much more positive place and is ready to find out what’s possible. Laura: “Jester from the get-go has seen Yasha as this wonderful soul from the beginning, and has seen how sad Yasha’s been through everything, and to see the difference that she exhibits when talking about Beau is drastic and wonderful. Jester’s joy in life is helping others find joy.”
Ashley points out it’s also so fun to “yes-and” with Laura because you’re like a little kid being dragged along by the hand - you don’t know where it’s going, but you know it’s going to be fun along the way.
Ashley does have a sense of “thank goodness Marisha isn’t jumping right into this” so she can coax herself into it, but when she tried to figure out the poem she had a lot of drafts that didn’t survive. She intentionally crafted the letter to give Beau an out if she didn’t feel the same way. There’s a lot going on with Lucien right now and there’s constantly a running thought in the back of her head about “maybe Beau is not into this.” Even the last couple episodes with Jester & Fjord have had Ashley finally understand shipping.
Brian brings us to the moment “almost as romantic as the pre-season finale of the Bachelorette.” Jester was “goo” afterwards. Early on in the campaign, Jester was very forward with her flirtations with Fjord & he shut her down. And then he kissed her underwater and immediately went and slept with Avantika, and Jester automatically shut herself down, because she thought she was misunderstanding & would only be hurt by those emotions. She deliberately focused on just being there with her friends, making everyone healthy and happy. These last few episodes where Fjord was flirting back felt like “my teenage heart again, my first kiss, the boy I like actually likes me back!” and she was able to open back up.
Yasha definitely has some instrument plans for those bones. She doesn’t know if she’s going to add to her harp or create a new one.
Ashley and Laura cheer about Travis stepping out his comfort zone. Laura thinks it was really good that he was doing it with her, his real-life wife, to see if he likes that sort of stuff in his D&D campaign. “It was just so sweet. It was just so sweet.” Brian says he’s actually a really romantic dude & Dani is so glad he asked before the kiss. Brian: “It’s going to be so sad when he breaks your heart and goes back to the corpse of Avantika.” Laura: “It’s fine, Jester will be long dead by then anyway.”
Jester does believe the four-year time trade was worth it, but that the city leaves “a mark on your brain,” especially as in-depth as she saw it. “Jester’s always been reticent to talk about her age because she’s aware she’s perceived in a juvenile way by a lot of people, and she’s insecure about that. She grew up by herself without a lot of social interactions and is experienced in a lot of ways now and naive in others; she’s very aware of human emotion around her, but chooses to see it in a certain way.” Losing the time makes her wonder if she needs to grow up & become an adult about certain things now. Laura: “I think actually she’s closer to Fjord’s age now. Actually, I’m not sure about his age. I don’t know how old he is - I’ve never even asked Travis!” Brian: “I think he’s definitely fifteen.” Laura: “Travis, how old is Fjord?” Travis, off-screen: “Sixty-five,” but he’s had the Mask of Many Faces up this whole time. Later, he adds that he’s in his early 30s.
Ashley has really enjoyed digging into Yasha’s more humorous side lately. It’s how she gets comfortable as a player, making it fun and light in a way that this year needs. “It’s also really funny to think that Yasha doesn’t know how Message works.”
Brian congratulates Laura & Ashley both on their game awards nominations. Brian vamps trying to get himself in as the presenter, but incidentally refers to Laura as his sister in the conversation and it’s super cute. “I would like to be the one to give the award to either my fiancee, or my sister!”
Fanart of the Week: @ethanmaldridge with an illustrated page from the Katzenprinz book. It’s just beautiful.
Jester’s polymorph gambit was terrifying, but the stakes got even higher when everyone else got stunned. She does lament choosing a bunny at the start. “Frickin’ Fjord’s armor!”
Yasha loves being polymorphed lately. She thinks it’s kinda funny, especially given her rigid upbringing with such defined roles.
Laura feels like Jester and Vex are weirdly two halves of herself. Brian: “You see the very bargainy, I’m gonna use my wit & smarts to negotiate situations. But at the same time, you’re very open to what people are thinking & feeling and navigating that. What you end up putting out (though it comes across as innocent and naive) is something pure because she truly believes it.” Laura thinks Yasha and Pike are the same way for Ashley, though Ashley feels a little closer to Yasha right now. Sometimes you just feel really exposed. Laura compares how much idealism she put into Jester to her character from Fruits Basket.
Since Yasha didn’t belong to either side in the war, she’s not hugely concerned by the fallout; she more wants to make sure her found family are okay and safe. Jester is the same way, Laura tells us. Jester doesn’t have any greater vision of the Empire & Dynasty interacting; she cares about the people, and it hasn’t been until the vision with the city that she kind of woke up and realized they have to really stop this now. It feels bigger than the Dynasty/Empire. Ashley: “It seems more of a thing for Beau and Caleb to care about.”
Really, up to now Jester was mostly concerned about getting Molly back, but now the stakes seem much higher. “We have to do this. We have to complete this, to beat them, to keep them from doing this.” Yasha is just going with the flow for now. There’s a lot coming at them and they are ready to find out what’s next.
And that’s that for tonight! Brian thanks the crew especially for working incredibly hard on switching everything to home-based streaming. He then gets stuck halfway spinning around in his chair and the last thing we hear is him idly wondering “What’s Fjord taste like?” which seems pretty on brand for tonight’s show. Is it Thursday yet?
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hello!! i hope its not much of a bother but could you write tommy x reader whos lovelanguage is quality time? ( platonic ofc ) also i hope you are having a good day :D
spend time with you
hello!! i hope its not much of a bother but could you write tommy x reader whos lovelanguage is quality time? ( platonic ofc ) also i hope you are having a good day :D
hi!! of course it’s not a bother, i’d be happy to write this :) since you didn’t put whether you wanted headcanons or a oneshot, i just went with a oneshot, if you want headcanons instead i’m perfectly fine with writing some <3
cw: cursing
spend time with you:
so, you were bored. and lonely. it wasn’t a big deal. you mean, it shouldn't be one. everyone gets lonely and bored, and sometimes the easiest solution is sitting in angst. so as much as try to wallow in solitude, the brain screams for a solution to the isolation. so there’s discord calls and tommyinnit.
crawling off the hardwood floor, you walked over to your pc setup. you should stream. instead, you logged onto a random parkour server and called tommy. after a few seconds, he answered. “hey tom.”.
“hello, bitch. what’s up?” tommy replied in a fake angry tone, before reverting back to his usual joking sound. even through his light and airy voice, you could hear the hidden concern. he worried too much, in your opinion. maybe, your brain reasoned back, there was a good reason for his worry.
“nothing really. just bored, haven’t been out in a while. i’ve been doing in-person learning for a bit. haven’t had much time to talk to you all.” you had a calm facade, a facade that was thin enough for tommy to catch the lonely undertones in your words. you hadn’t been talking to people much, with school and testing. and it’s not like you had any friends from your school, that dream was whipped into the trashcan and then set on fire the moment you began to play video games on the internet for anyone to see. sure, some kids found it cool, but would they actually approach the silent kid to talk to them? no, of course not.
“oh man, that sucks. have you been out much at all?” when you told him you hadn’t, you heard a thoughtful humming sound through the headphones. “well, you’re free this weekend, right? it’s only like a two hour drive from your place to mine.” the way he approached the idea of meeting up so casually, it was astounding to you. sure, you had gotten the vaccine so there were no covid issues, but meeting with someone you had been friends with online for a while now was a big deal. or maybe it wasn’t and your head had just taken it all in weird.
“tommy, that is a big deal, you realize that right? for me to just go to your place, that needs planning.” you tried to play it off like he never excited you, like you were as casual about this.
“oh, come on. planning isn’t that big a deal, besides, i wanna spend time with you!” his voice had risen, and you were once again astounded by the kid you were on call with.
“yes, tom, i want to spend time with you, but i- i dunno, this is all sudden. i wouldn’t want to impose on you, or, or your family at all.”.
“seriously, you think you’re gonna be imposing? my mother likes you more than she likes me, the only people you’d be imposing on are betty and walter. and as an act of forgiveness, you can take them on walks.” he had a confident voice, and you laughed.
“ok, ok, tom. i’ll see, ask the parents.” he muttered a “good”, and the conversation topic had switched to what you would do if you did visit him.
when you asked your parents about it, there was some confusion but with much pleading and phone calls back and forth between the adults, the ultimate decision had finally been reached. you were able to visit him for the weekend. after a long car ride and reassurances you would behave, you were let out of the car and into his house.
“tommy! hi.” you ran up to him and greeted him with a hug, trying to grasp the absurd concept that you had finally met your best friend.
he pulled out of the hug and stared at you, “so, what do you wanna do?”.
you guys ended up visiting the nearby stores and parks, filming it for the tommy vlogs channel. you ran around, finally feeling better. okay, so maybe loneliness wasn’t a constant and unending toture. if feeling like shit was the only way to feel this way again, you would feel like shit for every weekday.
“...” you were laying in the grass at the dog park, tired after taking the dogs for a walk and running around with them playing frisbee. tommy flopped next to you, betty laying down with him as walter continued to run around. he moved his hand to pet the dog. “... hey, tom?” you turned toward him as he made a hum of silent acknowledgement.
“... thank you. seriously. i really needed this, just to get out and spend time with you.” you wished you could put on a natural and laid-back tone, instead of making it so obvious how you felt, baring your soul to the empty air. you were happy, but this conversation felt like you were being torn into.
“why the hell are you thanking me? we’re friends, why wouldn’t i wanna spend time with you? don’t do stupid, there’s nothing to thank me for.” he turned his head to look at you and his face scrunched up. “stop looking so emotional n’ shit. it’s weirding me out.”
your nose scrunched up as you laughed at him, smiling again. “ok tom, ok. i promise not to thank you for anything ever, ever again.”
you heard him start a rebuttal, “well there’s nothing wrong with thanking me for other things, as i am very amazing and above others …”
i hope you liked this! it was a bit more angsty than i planned for but still a healthy amount. bit shorter bc tired though, sorry! anyways, have a lovely day!
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The X-Men and the member they lost (sequel to Wanda and the life she deserved)
Summary: *Important to have read "Wanda and the life she deserved (She'll make sure of it)" at least until chapter 4 or 7 (Though until the end is the best) Sister fic, it goes before, during and after "Wanda and the life she deserved (She'll make sure of it)"*
Peter is missing and all they can find is a transmission of a Wanda Maximoff. The team will do what they can to bring their missing member back from whatever this place is. Though someone needs to do the difficult thing and tell Erik that he once again lost his family.
Next parts: chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6, chapter 7, chapter 8,
Chapter 1: Missing
Peter was fiddling with his Walkman, switching between songs, he wasn’t sure what he was in the mood for. He finally settled on a random one, not really caring about his choice. He was thinking way too quickly to concentrate on a song anyway. Erik was back at the mansion, he had showed up, unannounced and walked in like he owned the place. Maybe he did, who knew what was going on between him and Charles. He didn’t stay with the students, preferring the company of the professor. The speedster had no idea where he could have gone, it’s not like he could rent a room or a house without immediately being recognized, but the last year seemed to prove the contrary. Though, Peter now faced a dilemma, he could pull off a reverse Darth Vader and tell him he was his son (hopefully without the hand chopping and the rejection) or he could just let it be and not bring it up? Raven would certainly give him death glares if he did nothing. But for now, he was alone and unsure of what to do.
I had a brother
Peter removed his headphones in confusion, what was that voice? It almost felt... familiar?
His name was Pietro
The speedster froze as he heard his name, his birth name. One he hadn’t used since he was a child and his mom decided that having an Americanised name would be easier. The only person that knew it was his mom and-
No, it couldn’t be her, she had died years ago, Wendy couldn’t possibly be calling him. Just as he pushed away his hope, his room was suddenly bathed in a red glow. The very same color of his twin’s magic, or wiggly woos as he liked to call them, had been. He slowly saw a flicker of red light materializing in the middle of his floor. The flicker grew bigger and bigger, and he watched it, entranced by the magic he hadn’t seen in nearly 15 years. He couldn’t look away and he wasn’t sure he wanted to.
‘Be with me...’ The voice called out to him again, sounding more desperate. He put his Walkman at his side and stepped out of his bed. On the contrary to the two other times, it hadn’t felt like someone had spoken. It was more of an involuntarily projected thought. Like his sister had sometimes done when she made a nightmare and accidentally projected it to the whole neighborhood. The portal grew bigger, and Peter felt drawn to it. He took a breath, should he follow the voice? No, definitely not. Could it kill him or harm him in any way? Most definitely. Would he let that stop him if it gave him a chance to see Wendy again? No, he had to try.
He took a step forward and was greeted by red lights wrapping over him and dragging him in the portal. He was vaguely aware of the feeling of free falling into an endless void and then Peter knew no more.
...
“Has anyone seen Peter?” Kurt asked as he walked into the cafeteria. He had expected the speedster to be eating his weight in food like he usually did in the morning, but he was nowhere to be found.
“Not sure,” answered Scott, between two bites, “but knowing the guy, he probably took a casual stroll to Europe because he wanted real crepes.”
Jean nodded in agreement and Kurt felt his worries subdue as the teen spoke. It was logical, Peter had done it quite a few times before. He would probably be back in the afternoon with stuff he had liberated and stories about whatever shenanigans he had gotten himself into. He let it go as he sat down next to Ororo and ate his own food, they talked about training and different strategies they could use for the next time they were in the danger room. Once their meal was done, Kurt went to the library, he had some reading to do. He spent the next few hours glossing through various books and accidentally scaring students when he teleported unexpectedly next to them to get a new novel. Diner time was approaching, and the mutant realized that Peter still wasn’t back. Fearing for the safety of his friend, he teleported himself in the main hall, where the professor usually was around that time. As expected, he was talking to Raven. He walked up to him as the professor turned around.
“Are you alright? I can hear your worry without any effort on my part.”
“It’s Peter, I think he’s missing,” declared Kurt with a grave look. The professor shared a glance with Raven before turning his wheelchair around and motioning forward.
“Come with me.”
...
Charles, like any sane human, was very concerned when Kurt shared his worries. He telepathically called the rest of the team to the briefing room, perhaps together they’d be able to solve this mystery. Once everyone had arrived, he filled them in and asked each of them when was the last time they had seen the speedster. Both Ororo and Kurt had seen him at diner the day before and Scott had seen his silver blur when he found himself suddenly covered in silly string and Jean laughing at him. No one had seen or sensed anything anormal about his behavior. Charles had then concluded that Cerebro should be used to try and locate him. Concentrating on the different mutants, he found no trace of him, no one had seen or heard him. No report of unexplainable disappearance of twinkies or records either. He removed the helmet with a sigh and exited the room. His disappointment must have been obvious because everyone suddenly started worrying, their thoughts all meddling in and all about their missing teammate.
“What if we went to check his room? Suggested Raven. “If that’s the last place he was, there might be clues there that might help.”
They all agreed, all hopeful that a logical and harmless reason was behind his sudden disappearance. The walk was a short one and the tension in the air was almost palpable, as if they were all expecting Peter to be sitting on his bed, laughing at them for worrying so much. When Scott opened the door, no such pleasure took place, it was unbearably empty. After combing his room for clues, the only positive thing they could think of was that there were no runaway notes, and the Walkman wasn’t there. That meant that Peter probably left willingly. Charles brought a hand to his face, deep in thoughts, he didn’t notice Jean stepping forward.
“Professor,” she said absently, “there’s this... strange energy.” She walked to the very middle of the room with her eyes closed and her palm stretched open. “Here. Something happened right here.”
The professor wheeled himself to his student and closed his eyes in concentration, trying to feel what Jean was perceiving. He frowned when he sensed nothing, “Are you sure?”
The redhead nodded, “yes, I can almost make out... voices? It’s hard to see.”
The room was quiet, no one seemed to know what to do. That is, until the white-haired teen spoke up. “Cerebro,” Ororo declared. She sighed when everyone looked at her confusedly, “she could show us what she sees with the machine. As far as I know, it amplifies powers.”
The professor looked at Raven, feeling ridiculous for not thinking about it before. He ordered Jean to make sure to keep the connection as everyone walked back to the room that kept Cerebro. They held their breath in anticipation as she put on the helmet and concentrated even harder. For a few seconds, nothing happened. They were about to admit defeat when piano was suddenly heard throughout the room, followed by, what seemed to be a 1950s sitcom. They all watched in silence as the footage unfolded in front of them.
‘Oh, a newlywed couple just moved to town
A regular husband and wife’
Scott snorted at that remark, “sure, a normal couple where the husband needs to hide his face from the neighbors.” Ororo smiled at his joke before focusing on the screen once again.
‘Who left the big city to find a quiet life’
The team froze as the woman made a ‘sold’ sticker appear on the sign at the front of their house. They continued watching as the husband walked through the door, without his bride. He opened it and took her in his arms again, passing through the sofa as the lyrics chanted.
‘WandaVision!
She’s a magical gal in a small-town locale
He’s a hubby who’s part machine
How will this duo fit in and pull through?
By sharing a love like you’ve never seen
WandaVision!’
The song ended with them sharing a kiss and then the episode started. But the group didn’t focus on it, instead, they all looked at Charles for answers as the woman was identified as Wanda Maximoff. Jean paused the transmission, seemingly in control of the broadcast.
“What does this mean? Is she a mutant?”
If he was honest with himself, the professor had no clue, it did look like a normal sitcom, complete with practical effect, but it didn’t make sense. How could the energy responsible for Peter’s disappearance lead to this? The woman couldn’t simply be a normal actress, the very concept of the show was too strange for it to be a coincidence. And then there was her name: Wanda Maximoff. It had to mean something.
“Does...” started Raven, looking as confused as everyone else. “Does Peter have a sister named Wanda?”
Jean got up from the chair as she removed the helmet. “He did mention a sister, but she’s about ten years younger, her name was Lorna, I think?”
Ororo and Kurt nodded in agreement. Still, that didn’t answer the question. Who was this Wanda and what role had she played in Peter’s disappearance? Or did she have nothing to do with it and she was a victim as well? They decided to continue the broadcast, perhaps playing it would reveal some answers.
They quickly learned that it truly was a stereotypical 1950s sitcom, minus all the magic. The classic misinterpreted conversation gag was the main plot point, which lead to a strange encounter with the husband’s boss. It also turned out that the android, Vision as he called himself, could change his appearance to look human. They all felt uneasy as the couple was questioned about their past, the boss getting angrier and angrier. Suddenly, he began to choke on something, and the camera plans became all wrong and the wife kept telling her husband to stop being silly, but he continued choking. Nobody seemed to be able to do anything. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the robot saved his boss, which apparently marked the end of scene for these two characters. They left quickly which both Wanda and Vision were relived about. Interestingly, they constructed their past and the episode ended.
As the credit rolled, the team was meet with a thousand questions and not many answers. Everyone was silent, but Charles could feel their thoughts racing through their heads, they were all confused.
“So... they’re all trapped?” Intervened Ororo. “Because it was obvious that neither Wanda or Vision had any idea what they were doing there and what their past was.”
The professor let his eyes examine the credits, it truly made no sense. They were only credited as their character names, did that meant that they were playing themselves? They didn’t seem forced to love one another, but they did seem on the run from something. Perhaps the creepy commercial had something to do with whatever danger they were escaping.
Kurt’s voice was what broke him from his thoughts. “Are there any other episodes?”
Jean sat down again and put the helmet back on, clearly exhausted from the previous episode. She concentrated for a few seconds before shaking her head.
“I can’t see anything, but I might just be tired.”
She removed the helmet and Scott held out a hand to help her up. Everyone walked back to their own room, promising to start searching for solutions in the morning.
...
It had been a few days since the first episode had been discovered. Hank had made adjustments to the machine so it could be broadcasted at any time and without the need for Jean to be there. He also made sure that they would be alerted if another episode were shown. The scientist had also been the one to suggest that they should be tracking the signal to its source. Perhaps this Wanda woman could lead them to their missing teammate. The only downside was that he needed Jean to work with him since she could feel the energy and determine if it was the right frequency.
That’s what the pair were doing, under Charles supervision, when the screen surrounding Cerebro suddenly light up. He mentally called the others, and they were in the room just as the episode started. Nothing much happened other than the magic show, and a bad cut when the radio glitched. There were also the creepy cultish way people kept repeating “for the children” but it might have been 60s idea of humor. Other than that, everything seemed fine. They were now back at their house when the woman got up and was suddenly pregnant.
“I might be behind on the human body,” interrupted Kurt, clearly lost, “but doesn’t it take longer than a few minutes for a baby to grow that size?”
Charles kept looking at the screen, he was now convinced that this woman wasn’t just a normal human. A banging outside the couple’s house frightened them and they ran outside. The X-Men watched in astonishment as a beekeeper slowly emerged out of the sewers under the scared eyes of the pair. When the unknown man suddenly turned his head, the professor watched in stunned silence as the camera was once again in the woman’s face, who seemed more determined than ever.
“No,” Wanda said.
There was a rewind effect, and the couple was back in their living room, acting as if nothing happened. Then the screen changed from black and white to full color. The team was surprised to see the man was bright red and the woman had hair a similar shade to Jean. The episode ended with them watching tv. Nobody talked for awhile, they weren’t sure what they just witnessed. Was the woman aware of what was happening? If she was trapped, it was obvious she had a certain control over her environment. Could it be a prison that she was kept in for everyone’s safety? How was Peter involved with this woman?
“What are your theories?” Asked the professor to his surrounding students.
“I think she’s the one controlling it,” intervened Scott. “The rewind showed us that much.”
“Yeah, but she was just as lost last episode, what if she got trapped there by accident and acts on instinct to protect herself?” Raven argued.
“I don’t think it’s just a show,” interrupted Hank, walking forward to the commands. He was looking over the part where the radio had glitched, playing the part just before the bad cut. “There’s someone calling to her. I think we might be viewing a parallel universe.”
Scott stepped in closer to Jean and took her hand, making sure she was alright before turning to Hank. “A parallel universe? Is that even possible?”
Charles sighed, “we don’t know the extent of this woman’s power, perhaps she is able to broadcast her life without knowing it.”
A sudden gasp from Jean made everyone turn to her. She was grasping her head in pain, using Scott as a way to stabilize herself. “There’s another transmission!” She screamed as the screens lit up once again.
They were now in the 70s, both of the couple’s hair had changed to fit the era. They watched as the pregnancy took all but one day to get to full term. The inconveniences of being pregnant were covered up by silly jokes and puns, such as showing that her water broke by the sprinklers activating. As Vision was off to get the doctor, Wanda was distracted by the doorbell and the woman she had met last episode came in. She was, of course, oblivious to the pregnancy. It went by quickly, Wanda tried to hide her belly as she could but then she went into labor. Geraldine helped her deliver the first child as Vision came back. The X-Men all frowned as it was revealed that she still had another child on the way.
‘Twins, a clever way to fix the name discourse,’ thought Charles to himself.
Wanda was now watching over the twins, her friend walked over, congratulating her on the sudden birth of not one but two babies.
“I’m a twin”
A quiet “what” was heard from Scott, Charles saw him look around, probably wondering if he had heard right.
“I had a brother. His name was... Pietro,” the redhead seemed lost in thoughts as she began to sing to her boys in a language they couldn’t understand. The group was stunned as they watched her rock her babies. The professor was feeling all kinds of weird; did she mean Peter? Had she killed him for the sake of a plot point?
“He was killed by Ultron, wasn’t he?”
Charles felt slight relief, perhaps it didn’t have anything to do with the speedster, because he was alive and well as far as he knew. Perhaps the brother’s name was a simple coincidence.
They watched in muted horror as Wanda turned to her friend, asking her to explain herself. Geraldine played dumb, but it was obvious that it was just a cover up. The woman was aware of the sitcom world. The confrontation escalated to a point where both were hostile to each other. Both trying to get answers. The tension was immense and when it seemed like something horrible would actually happen- Nothing did. There was another cut and then Wanda was once again watching the twins, alone this time.
After the strange talk Vision had with their neighbor, he ran back in, asking his wife about Geraldine’s whereabouts.
“Oh, she left, honey,” Wanda said in a sing song voice, “she had to rush home.”
The camera focused on her face, showing her eyes that had a slight glint of determination. It was no doubt she had gotten rid of her neighbor. They briefly talked about leaving, something Wanda didn’t seem keen on and the episode ended with them watching television with their children in their arms.
“What... the... hell?” Came Raven’s voice. The others had to agree, it was by far the most unsettling episode they had seen. Charles was asking himself the same question as everyone else in the room. Was Wanda the true villain?
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All I can think about is Amelia taking the twins to their first game and how much it would mean to Auston to see them in their little 34 jerseys.
Summary: Amelia takes Kai and Noah to the game.
A.N: Hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think and if you have any questions. Remember all of my pieces connect to each other so if you pay attention deeply you might notice some things 😉
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“Shh baby,” I coed as I rocked back and forth holding a whining Noah. Auston had left earlier this morning for practice so it was just me and the babies for now. The season was just getting started and Auston had been really stressed with practicing and helping take care of the babies. Auston and I had gotten lucky because we had the boys back in April so we had the summer to get used to them. They were almost seven months old and it was so hard to believe. Now that we had made it back to Toronto and things were in full swing we were both stressed.
“I know baby,” I told him as I made my way out of the room so Noah couldn't wake up Kai. I had put them down for a nap the minute Auston had left for practice. I was hoping that I could bring them to the home opener tonight and surprise Auston. Because they were born in April and the season was close to the end I wasn’t able to bring them out to a game. I knew that Auston really wanted them to come tonight but I had told him I wasn't sure they were ready for the loudness that would come with the Toronto Maple Leafs arena. Auston had acted like he understood but he was definitely pouting when he left earlier.
I made my way into our bedroom and sat down on the bed as I kept rocking Noah. He had grown so much over the summer and I couldn-’t believe how much he resembled Auston and I. He was absolutely breathtaking just like baby Kai.
“Hi baby, are you hungry?” I asked when his cries kept getting louder. I pulled my shirt over so that he could latch on. His cries immediately stopped as he started feeding. I let out a soft laugh as I took in his relaxed face. I pulled my phone off to confirm my plans with Steph. We had agreed to get tickets to the front row, I was so excited to surprise Auston.
Once Noah was finished I stood up and made my way back into their bedroom. Kai was still sleeping peacefully but I knew that wouldn't last much longer. I set Noah down next to him and stared down at my two beautiful babies. Then I turned around and made my way out of their room. I heard my phone start ringing and I quickly ran for it so it wouldn't wake up the boys.
“Hello?” I breathed out.
“I catch you at a bad time?” Auston teased as he responded to me. I let out a light laugh as I shook my head.
“The boys are napping. I didn’t want my phone to wake them up,” I told him softly. He hummed in agreeance.
“Some of the guys want me to go get lunch,” Auston mumbled into the phone. Auston had been blowing his teammates off a lot lately to help me with taking care of the boys.
“You should go,” I said, cutting him off from continuing.
“Are you sure? I can come home if you want me to,” Auston asked.
“Don’t worry babe go bond with your team we're just napping here,” I told him as I laid myself on our bed.
“Alright I’ll be quiet when I come back,” he told me before we both said goodbye. Just as I was about to slip into some much needed sleep I heard a cry through the baby monitor another cry joining in two seconds later. I let out a soft grunt as I laid there for a moment before pushing myself up and making my way back to the nursery.
When I made it into the room I reached over and picked up Kai first before reaching fo Noah as well. I started pacing back and forth as I rocked them.
“Were going to watch Papi play tonight,” I told them as I moved back and forth. Noah settled down once I had him wrapped in my arms but Kai’s crys grew louder.
“Bub it's okay,” I cooed as I rocked us back and forth. After a moment both twins settled down as we rocked. Kai was still whining slightly but another hour later I had both of them settled in bed and sleeping.
“I’m back,” Auston whispered as he pushed the front door open. I was sitting on the couch so I sent him a harsh look telling him to shut up.
“There sleeping,” I told him gently. Auston sent me an innocent look before taking a seat next to me on the couch. He wrapped his arm around me pulling me closer.
“Mitch and Steph want to get dinner with us soon,” Auston mumbled into my ear. I gave him a large grin as I nodded my head before leaning back into him. I had missed spending time with adults. Ever since the twins were born I hadn't done anything but take care of them. I hadn't left our house in almost three weeks.
“Do we need to get a babysitter?” I asked him as I relaxed further into his shoulder. His body relaxed against mine as he shook his head no.
“I got one of the rookies on babysitting duty. We just need to decide a day and which rookie we trust the most,” he laughed as he tugged me closer.
“What about tomorrow after the game?” I suggested. They had a back to back game. One tonight and one tomorrow, I would have suggested tonight but I wanted the day to be special considering I was going to be bringing the boys to their very first game.
He sent me a soft grin as he nodded his head. I let my eyes slip closed for a second only to be shaken lightly a few minutes later.
“Let’s go take a name,” Auston suggested. I nodded my head in agreeance but made no move to get up.
“C’mon you gotta get up babe,” Auston grinned down at me. I shook my head.
“I don’t wanna, I'm so tired. I'll just sleep here,” I told him cuddling deeper into the couch. Auston let out a soft laugh as he leaned over me. He reached out and wrapped his arms around me, picking me up bridal style. I let out a content sigh as I buried my face into his chest and wrapped my arms around his neck.
Once we were both under the blankets Auston wrapped his arms around me so he could be the big spoon. We were both out seconds later.
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When I woke up I was alone in bed and I could hear some slight whining coming from the baby monitor. I pushed myself up into a sitting position as I looked around for my phone to check the time. When I turned it on I had three text messages from Auston. He fed the boy’s, he put some food in the fridge for me, and that he had to leave for his game and he’d see me after. I let out a soft smile as I read each message before pushing myself up and going to check on the boys.
“Hi guys,” I cooed as I made my way into the room. Auston had put them both in Noah’s crib and they were holding hands.
“Papi is going to be so surprised when he sees you little dudes tonight,” I grinned as I made my way to the closet to find the mini jerseys I had hidden. When I had given birth the Maple Leafs organization had sent us a little care package with two jerseys that had said Daddy 34. I knew that Auston loved them but I had asked Kyle if I could get two insead that said Papi 34. Kyle had immediately come through and had them made for me. I had been hiding them in the back of the closet so Auston wouldn't know.
“I quickly changed the two of them into the jerseys and then I set them down next to each other to take a photo. When I had one I was happy with I sent it to Ema. She responded almost immediately talking about how perfect they were.
Once we were all dressed for the game, me wearing a Leafs sweatshirt with a jersey over it and some leggings. I grabbed the diaper bag and then I made my way over to the front door. Felix followed me as I walked to the door.
“Alright buddy I’ll see you soon,” I said as I handed him a bone. He took it excitedly and sat down on the ground. I grabbed both of the carriers and brought them out to the car. Once they were strapped in I made my way over to the driver's seat and took a deep breath. I was slightly nervous that the loudness of the arena would be too loud for the boys. I had gotten noise cancelling headphones but I was still slightly anxious.
When I pulled up to the side door for family, friends, and staff Steph met me and helped me by grabbing Noah while I grabbed Kai.
“Hi honey,” Steph said as she pulled me into a side hug. I grinned back in response. Steph had become one of my biggest helpers in the past month when Auston was away on road trips. I appreciated everything she did for me so much.
“Hi how are you?” I asked as we showed the security our badges. The man looked at my ID before glancing at me and then Steph.
“I’ve been good,” she smiled softly. We quickly made it through security and then started our way towards our seats which happened to be front row. I had asked Kyle in advance if he could save us some seats and he happily agreed. Steph looked down at Kai with a softer smile.
“They are so cute in their jersey,” she exclaimed as she looked closer at their outfits. I laughed as I pulled my phone out.
“I know I took a million pictures,” I said as I opened them up to show her. About ten minutes later the crowd started filling more and Kai started crying in Steph's arms. The minute his cries became full on screams she looked to me in panic.
“How about we switch,” I told her as I held up the quiet Noah. She sent me a grateful look as we did the baby switch.
“Kai isn’t a fan of loud noises,” I told her softly as I tried to sway him. I reached into the diaper bag and pulled out the noise canceling headphones and slipped them on his head.
“Noah loves the noise though,” I continued as I glanced over the quiet Noah.
“Sometimes though if one or the other cries for too long then they both start crying and it’s almost impossible to get them to stop,” I glanced up at the countdown before looking back at Steph who was staring at me in awe.
“What?” I asked blushing a light red. She shook her head softly.
“Nothing, it's just you're like a whole mom now,” she grinned. I grinned as I reached out to poke her. Then not even three seconds later three different things happened. The sound of the horn going off announcing the arrival of the Maple Leafs causing Kai and Noah to both let out a sharp cry.
“I’m pregnant.”
I gasped loudly shocked by the news and the horn going off. I immediately continued my swaying as Steph started doing the same with Noah.
“Are you serious?” I asked excitedly. She nodded her head as she let out a soft laugh.
“I wasn’t supposed to tell you until dinner tomorrow,” she said laughing louder. I joined in as I turned to face the ice to see if Auston was out yet. Kai and Noah’s crying started to settle down just as Auston made his way out on the ice.
“Do I need to act like I don’t know or can I tell Auston?” I questioned just to make sure. She looked up from Noah and shook her head.
“You can tell him just try to act surprised when Mitch tells you at dinner tomorrow,” she laughed lightly. As I went to ask another question Auston’s gaze finally fell on us. He did a slight double take before making a beeline to us. He stopped right in front of me with the biggest smile I had ever seen on his face. He sent me a wave causing me to smile back as I waved back shyly. I started bouncing Kai slightly to get him to look up at his Papi.
“Kai look who it is,” I said knowing damn well that he couldn't hear me with his thick noise cancelling headphones on. Still his eyes lit up as they looked at Auston through the glass. I turned to Steph slightly.
“Can I have Noah?” she nodded her head as she handed him off to me. I moved Kai slightly so that I could hold both of them. Once I was sure that my grip on them was good I turned back to Auston. His smile softened lightly as he stared at the three of us. Noah glanced away from where he was pulling on my hair to Auston. His face lit up the second he saw him and he reached forward in hopes that Auston would take him. Unfortunately the glass was still between us causing his advances to be abruptly stopped.
I let out a light laugh as Noah banged his tiny fist against the glass. Auston took his glove off and then reached out and pressed a closed knuckle to the glass. A moment later Mitch skated over and made a face at Kai through the glass causing Steph and I to laugh again. After that they had to go back into the locker room because the game was going to start soon.
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“Three fucking goals!! You absolute god,” I quietly shouted at Auston as he approached me and Steph. He let out a light laugh as he dropped his bag and made his way over to me and pulled me into a hug.
“I had motivation,” he mumbled before pressing a gentle kiss against my forehead. He pulled away and grinned down at our two babies.
“Hey Steph,” he said and then “I had no idea you guys were coming,” he reached out and grabbed Noah from my arms. I shuffled Kai around so that he could be more comfortable.
“I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“I love the jerseys so much. Where did you get them?” he asked me as he rubbed his hand up and down Noah’s back.
“I asked Kyle if he could get them made,” I grinned. Kai started reaching out for Auston causing the three of us to laugh.
“I can grab your bag if you want to carry them both to the car?” I asked him. He sent me a soft smile.
“Yo Willy,” Auston called out as he noticed Willy walking by. He turned to face us, his face lighting up as eyes landed on Kai and Noah. He made his way over to us and pulled me into a hug.
“Amelia how are you?”
“I’m good. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you. How are you?” I asked. He sent me a smile as he glanced over to the babies in Auston’s arms.
“I’m good. First game for Noah and Kai?” he asked. I nodded my head with a grin. It was their first time at a game and of course Auston had to be an overachiever and score a hattrick.
“That’s awesome what a great first game,” he grinned.
“Do you want to hold one of them?” I asked Willy when I noticed his eyes kept drifting back to Kai and Noah.
“Oh no. I didn’t shower I still smell pretty bad,” he laughed. I went to respond but we were cut off by Mitch approaching.
“Hey guys. Ready to go Steph?” he asked, glancing at her. She nodded her head as she reached over to hug me
“I’ll see you at dinner tomorrow,” she grinned as she pulled away turning to face Mitch, he slipped an arm around her waist.
“Oh yes absolutely wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I grinned before turning back to face Auston. Both boys were cuddled into his chest as he stared down at him.
“Are you ready to go superstar?” I asked him as I reached out and grabbed his heavy hockey bag. I let out a small grunt as I put it over my shoulder. I wasn’t expecting it to be this heavy.
“See you later Willy,” I waved to him, my voice sounding slightly strained. He rolled his eyes dramatically before reaching out and taking the hockey bag off my shoulder.
“Lead the way to the car,” he said then turned to face Auston.
“I’m a better gentleman then you,” he teased. I let out a small laugh as I shook my head. When we got to the car Willy threw Auston’s bag in the trunk as Auston handed me Noah.
“Thanks,” I told Willy when he was done. He nodded his head as he shrugged his shoulders.
“Anytime,” he grinned. As he started walking away I called out to him causing him to stop.
“Maybe sometime in the next few weeks we can get drinks,” I suggested. It had been awhile since Auston and I had hung out with Willy. He thought about it for a moment before nodding.
“Sounds fun just let me know when,” he then made his escape. I walked over to the other side of the car so I could slip Noah into his carseat.
“Aus, do you want me to drive?” I asked him as
“Nah babe I got it.”
We both slipped into the car and buckled up. I reached out for the Aux cord and connected my phone turning on my favorite song.
“Really babe you're going to play this song again?” Auston teased as he pulled onto the road. I let out a light laugh as I shrugged my shoulders.
“Shut up you love this song just as much as I do,” I squealed lightly as I reached out to tap his arm. He let out a loud laugh causing Noah let out a laugh from the back seat. I grinned as I turned to face the back.
“You think that’s funny, big guy?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. He let out another loud laugh as he kicked his feet. Kai then joined in as well causing me to let out a surprised laugh as I turned to face Auston.
“How’d the game go with them?” he asked, once the laughing died down. I shrugged my shoulders.
“It was really fun, they only cried a few times and they slept. It was really nice to catch up with Steph,” I said as I turned the music down so it was just a hum in the background.
“Good, I’m glad you got to get out of the house. It seems like it was good for you. Your beaming,” he pointed out as he made a lane change. Auston was right. I had quit my job and I spent so much time with the kids at home that I hadn't had much adult interaction lately. It was nice to get out and see Steph and the kids were so calm for most of the night.
“It was good. I almost backed out but I’m really glad I didn’t,” I grinned as I locked our hands together.
“Oh my god, you'll never believe why Steph and Mitch want to get dinner tomorrow,” he sent me a quick questioning look as he stopped at the stop sign outside of our neighborhood.
“She’s pregnant,” I continued throwing my hands up in the air. His eyes shot to me with a look of disbelief.
“What? Actually?” he asked, sounding extremely surprised. I nodded my head as I started speaking.
“Yeah and she was supposed to wait to tell me tomorrow at dinner but she spilled the beans early. We have to act surprised tomorrow when they tell us,” I warned. He put the car in park once he pulled into the garage.
“Okay I’m a master at acting surprised.”
I laughed loudly as we hopped out of the car. We both reached in to grab a baby and then made our way inside the house. When I pushed the garage door open Felix greeted us excitedly.
“Hi buddy,” I cooed as I reached down to pet his head.
“Babe can you take Kai? I want to take Felix on a quick walk,” Auston asked. Felix immediately perked up at hearing the word walk. I reached my arm out that wasn't holding Noah so Auston could settle Kai in my empty arm.
“Alright I’m going to put them in bed,” I told him as I started walking to our stairs. I pushed my way into the twins room and walked over to the changing table and set them down next to each other. I reached over to Kai first and started undressing him. Once he was down to his diaper I reached over for a clean diaper and started cleaning him up before changing him. He started crying at the sudden coldness of the air. I picked him up rocking him back and forth as I tried to get him to stop. I was worried he’d get Noah started.
“Hey,” Auston said, startling me and making me jump three feet in the air causing him to laugh.
“Hi,” I smiled tiredly at him. He walked in and made his way over to me.
“Want any help?” he hip bumped me to the side taking over and starting to change Noah.
“I think they are just really tired,” I mumbled as I started to redress Kai. Auston was quiet for a moment before glancing at me.
“Are you tired?” he whispered. I looked up from Kai making eye contact with him. I felt a rush of happiness run through my body.
“A little but nothing I can’t handle,” I teased leaning forward to place a kiss on his cheek. He blushed lightly before turning his attention back to Noah. When we both finished we put them in the same crib. At first we had been putting them in separate cribs but we realized that they cried less when they shared a bed. Auston wrapped his arm around my shoulder pulling me closer to him. I wrapped my arm around his waist as I glanced up at him.
“Thank you for everything that you do,” Auston looked down at me with a soft smile. I grinned leaning forward on my tip-toes so that I could place a gentle kiss on his lips. His lips moved in sync with mine for a moment before I pulled away.
“I don’t think we should make out in front of the babies,” I whispered. He grinned as he nodded his head.
“Yeah maybe not. But they are sleeping and I scored three times tonight. Think I could score a forth?” he smirked. I let out a light laugh as I walked backwards to the door.
“Only if you play your cards right Matthews,” I smirked as I winked at him. He smirked following me to our bedroom.
“Mrs. Matthews how about you let me take care of you tonight.”
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