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First love... and the only. ***********

Lewis Hamilton x femreader! single mother!

You took your little son to meet Santa Claus and accidentally ran into your ex-boyfriend, Lewis Hamilton.

You and Lewis were together for three months during your high school time. You broke up after he started to get more serious with his racing career, and you decided that it didn't go with the lifestyle you had planned for you.

So you went to college and met a new guy, while he became a seven-time world champion. You got married and had a beautiful son, but your husband cheated on you with his secretary and left without saying goodbye. So now, you were a single mother of a toddler named Lucas. You were happy with your life. Being a mother was the best thing that had happened to you, but, deep inside you still miss Lewis. Every time you see him in the news you wonder how life would have become if you two were still together. Maybe you'd have the family you always dreamed about.

Little did you know, was that Lewis still misses you, too. He was engaged to his girlfriend of 7 seven years, Nicole, but never found the same happiness as he had when he was with you. He always thought about you and what had been life for you. He found your Instagram and found that you had a son, so you must be married. It hurt to see you with another man, but he knew he couldn't complain because it was you who decided to put a stop to your relationship.

Indeed, it was you who broke up with him. You were young and you were scared of the life he had planned for him. Becoming an F1 driver and a world champion. It sounded fantastic a first, but you immediately realized that it wasn't for you. Or that was what you wanted to think. You were scared of the fame he would have. All the people around you didn't stop telling you how he would cheat and leave you for a supermodel, or how he would be at parties every weekend and fall out of love with you. You didn't want to get hurt so you decided to break up with him.

Now you were with your little one waiting to meet Santa at the same place where Lewis was doing his Christmas shopping with the dog that would catch your son's attention.

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"Come on, my love. We're going for a piece of chocolate cake!" you told your little son.

"Pup!" your one-year-old screamed enthusiastically as he saw a dog walking near him. He let go of your hand and ran fast to the dog.

"Lucas! What have I told you? Never let go of mommy's hand when we are outside with a lot of people." you scolded him, putting on your knees to be his height.

"sowee, mommy. But pup!" he said pointing to the dog again.

"Be good to him, okay?" you warned him.

"y/n? y/n l/n?" someone asked behind you.

You frowned your eyebrows as you listened to your name. That voice. You could swear you've heard that voice somewhere. Maybe on TV or the radio. But who was its owner? You turned around slowly only to find your high school sweetheart. Lewis Hamilton.

"Lewis," you whispered in shock.

In front of you was the seven-time world champion of Formula 1, Lewis Hamilton, or as you used to call him, "my love". He looked just as surprised as you. You had never seen each other again since your graduation more than 15 years ago. He looked so handsome. Age has been good to him.

"Pup!" your son's voice got you out of your thoughts.

"His name is Roscoe. Roscoe, say "hi" to our new friend," he kneeled down, petting his dog.

"Say "hi" to Roscoe, Lucas. Be gentle, baby," you told your son, doing the same as Lewis.

Lewis looked at you as you were speaking to your little son. You looked as beautiful as you were the last time he saw you 15 years ago. He was still in love with you. He quickly took a look at your hand. You weren't wearing a marriage band, so you must be single. Maybe he can try to be with you once again. He won't let you go again. Not this time.

"Do you want to drink coffee with me?" he asked you without warning.

You looked at him in disbelief. You wanted to cry. Memories came through your mind, remembering how much you still loved him.

"Yes!" your son answered, running to Lewis. He laughed and hugged him.

"Do you want some hot chocolate, buddy?" he asked him.

"Yep" the little kid answered.

"And you, y/n?" he asked you. You looked him in his eyes, and you could swear he was almost begging with them.

"Yes, I would like it." you finally answered with a little smile.

"Fantastic! For the good old times." he smiled.

You went to a cafe outside the mall. Lucas was so happy to be there with Roscoe. They were best friends already. You sat in front of Lewis. You were nervous, like when you were a teenager on your first date.

"And... How are you? Long time no see." you broke the ice.

"Good. Everything's been good," he said.

"That's fantastic." You smiled.

"And you? You're a mother now. That's wonderful," he smiled, pointing to the toddler hugging his dog. Poor dog, you thought.

"Yes. His name is Lucas, and he's almost two. The best thing that could have happened to me. He's everything to me. My true love," you smiled, seeing your son.

"He's so cute, and I believe you're an amazing mother." he smiled at you.

"Thank you. I try my best." you laughed a little. You had missed this the most. The softness of being around him. His smile and laugh. God, you miss him a lot.

"And your husband?" he asked. Your smile faded down.

"I'm divorced. He left me for another girl. Much younger than me. We filled up the papers, and he left. He never came back, and Lucas doesn't know him and doesn't have his last name. It's only me and him." you told him staring at your coffee mug.

"He sounds like a jerk," he said, a little angry.

"He is," you laughed.

"I miss you," he confessed after a short silence.

You looked at him in surprise. He misses you like you miss him. Your eyes were full of tears. You wanted to cry. So many emotions and memories.

"Don't cry. I didn't tell you that for you to cry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. My fault." he tried to calm you down.

"It's not that. I just... I miss you, too. A lot." you confessed.

He smiled, and so did you. He rubbed your cheek with his hands and leaned to kiss you. You kiss slowly, not wanting to waste any feeling of it. You both had waited for that moment for so long. It felt unreal. When you pulled apart, your son was looking at you with curious eyes.

"Mommy?" he asked you.

"Hi, baby," you laughed at his cute angry face.

"Did you like your hot chocolate, buddy?" Lewis asked.

"No buddy," your son said, without looking at him.

You both laughed at your little son and spent the rest of the day talking about each other, enjoying your company. In the next few days, you were still in contact, and Lewis invited you and Lucas to spend Christmas with him. An invitation you didn't reject.

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username8: DID YOU HAVE A KID AND DIDN'T TELL US?!

username0: I think that is his new girlfriend's kid.

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georgerussell63: I HAVE A BABY BROTHER!

landonorris: you meant Roscoe has a baby brother. You're more like an uncle. georgerussell63: I'm not so old! mickschumacher: if we're talking about ages, well, we should mention Fernando. He's the oldest. landonorris: Omg, yes! He gives vibes of being the grandfather! georgerussell63: So it's like this: Me: the (favorite) uncle. Lando: the second uncle. Mick: the third uncle. Fernando and Toto: the grandparents. I like it. landonorris: me too. mickschumacher: 👍 fernandoalo_oficial: what?

username83: LEWIS IS NOT SINGLE ANYMORE! I REPEAT: LEWIS HAMILTON IS NOT SINGLE ANYMORE!

username98: she's so beautiful! Congrats! I hope you're very happy with her!

username76: YOU'RE A DADDY NOW!

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Circles

Joe Burrow x Female Reader

Series Summary: Childhood friends to lovers to nothing. You and Joe had history, you were each others first and then you were nothing. Years later, you guys rekindle the flame but with more obstacles in the way this time.

Chapter 3 Summary: You and Joe continue to fall apart and together.

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: Afab!reader, smut, swearing. Oral (female & male receiving), vaginal fingering, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cheating! (You are the side girl, sorry.), small fight scene, jealous Joe,

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Joe couldn't take his eyes off you, watching you swim in circles around him. You gave him a splash, swimming toward him and wrapping your legs around him. It's been a whole week of just you and Joe. You felt like you were in heaven. You guys did a dive tour, went hiking, and had a wonderful dinner every night. The night always ended with you folded under Joe, crying and shaking while he fucked into you over and over again, but you didn't complain. You loved every min of it.

"Dinner on the beach tonight?"

"Mmm, sounds romantic. Are you proposing?"

"I would marry you in a heartbeat."

"If you were single." Your voice drips with disappointment. Joe kisses your neck and swims you back to the Villa. You climb up the stairs, and he follows you in. You take turns to dry each other off, not saying a word. You know you've killed the mood, but you can't help it. How long are you supposed to be the other woman? After quick showers, you lounge around watching Netflix while Joe answers emails and returns calls. It isn't until dinner that you speak to him.

"I'm sorry. You have every right to be pissed at me. I want to end things with Nicole."

"So, what's stopping you." You cross your arms over your chest, waiting for him to continue.

"I don't know. I really don't know. Nicole'smother died, and I didn't think it would be the right time."

"You choose now to start caring about her feelings. Ha."

"Cheeks, come on. I-"

"You're fucking me. Newsflash, just because you love me doesn't make it okay for you to cheat on her. So this sudden "I don't want to hurt her" play you're putting on is bullshit!"

The waiter puts your food on the table and awkwardly smiles, walking away. Joe rubs his face. He knows what it sounds like. Excuses. But he really doesn't know how to end things with Nicole without things getting messy. Joe reaches out to take your hand, but you snatch it away.

"Baby-"

"I've been caught up with all of it. But I'm tired now, Joey. I'm 25 years old. How long must I keep chasing you and waiting for you to choose me? I want marriage. I want children. I want to be with someone to love me in the light, not in the dark."

"I do love you. I want everything you want. When have I not chosen you?"

"Never. Joe, you have never chosen me. Are you fucking her?"

"Where is this coming from?"

"Joe, are you fucking her? Yes or no. It's a simple question. After you spend all day fucking me, do you return to your girlfriend and fuck her?" Your eyes do not leave Joe's eyes with each burning question. With no response from Joe, you get up and leave the table. He doesn't chase after you nor calls for you. You pack your things and buy a ticket home. Joe walks on the beach for what seems like hours; when he finally returns to the Villa, your luggage sits by the front door.

"We still have a few more days. Don't leave."

"You're fucking her and me. It sounds crazy for me even to say it! I shouldn't be the one hurting because I'm the bad person in this situation. I'm the side bitch."

"Don't talk about yourself like that. You're not. Nothing about you is terrible. It's me. I'm the one in the relationship."

"I wish we could stay here and not have to return to real life, but we can't. You have your life, and I have mine. Maybe we're not meant to be together. It's that simple."

"Cheeks. Please. We have to try and-"

"It's done. I'm tired. Someone is threatening me at this point. Is it all worth it?"

"You're right. You deserve better than me. This person could be unstable, so it's better to let you go than put you in any more danger."

Once again, Joe finds his heart breaking because of you. He didn't think his heart could possibly break anymore. You can't bring yourself to look up at those sad blue eyes, so you walk away first. Joe leaves a day after you, and when he gets home, Nicole books a trip to the Bahamas. As the days pass, you bury yourself in work by picking up shifts at the city hospital.

"You look like you haven't slept in days. You look like shit." Mya says, leaning against the wall.

"I pulled a double at city. I'm going to nap in the on-call room; if needed, page me." You hurry to the room and lie on the bed. Sleep doesn't come, so you scroll Instagram. Nicole added you a few weeks ago, so when her post with Joe pops up, your heart sinks further into your gut. They look so happy and in love. A call from Quinn stops you from gawking at the photo longer.

"I will be in your area tomorrow. Nico had some work in Italy, so I was like, I'm going to spend some time with my best friend in nasty Natti!"

"I'm working doubles all week. I don't know how well I'm going-"

"Joe told Fran, and he told me. I'm coming to cheer you up. No excuses."

"The first breakup sucks, but the second one. Quinn, I'm drowning. I don't understand how I can love someone so much it hurts. I feel like I'm dying. I'm so fucking stuck here. Why am I the only one stuck?"

"I know, baby. I know."

"Can you come in a few weeks? I got back from vacation, so I won't be able to change shifts."

"Of course!"

You hang up and place your phone on the stand. Curling into a ball, you let the tears flow down your face. You can't lay here and cry all day because you're paged to the ED.

"Are you okay? It looks like you've been crying?" Dr. Brian asks, pulling you aside.

"I'm fine. Just tired. Thank you, Brian." You pull away and head to the emergency department. After a long shift, you make your way to city hospital. And after another shift at the children's hospital, you finally go home. You pull Peaches into your lap and stare at the blank tv screen. As promised, Quinn comes to your house to cheer you up. But you can barely get out of bed. Because to keep your mind off of Joe, you've been pulling shift after shift. The bags under your eyes are horrendous. You barely eat, and when you do, it's a random fruit and water. Quinn pulls the blanket off your head and opens the curtains.

"We are not going there. Up! I booked us a spa treatment, and we're going out tonight. It's Friday, and you will not sit here kicking yourself again."

Your throat is sore from crying all night, so you don't respond. Quinn drags you to the shower and forces you in. At the spa, you try to distract yourself with thoughts of relaxing. But it's hard. Joe is consuming your every thought.

"Spill. Let it all out." Quinn pulls her towel down, letting her breast free. You do the same and pout.

"Am I not good enough?"

"For Joe? No. You are better than what he deserves."

"Quinn, Why can't we work out? Why won't he choose me?"

"Men are dumb. You have to walk them right in front of their prize. But at this point, maybe you guys aren't right for each other. Every time you cry over him, I am ready to end my friendship with him. I'm not joking. Watching you wither away when he left the first time crushed me. I don't want to see you like that again. So I will stay with you as long as it takes." She hugs you and kisses your forehead. The rest of the day, you guys catch up. You tell her about the stalker, and she worries for you, but since ending things with Joe, you haven't heard a thing from them.

"You look so good." Quinn grabs your boobs, and you slap her hand away. This would be your first time out in a while. DJ invited you to join him at this club, so you accepted. After picking up Mya, you guys make your way to the club. DJ invites you to the VIP section, and you take a seat catching up with him. He tells you off-season is going pretty well. All the guys can't wait for the season to start.

"I thought you were dodging me for real." He shouts over the music. You sip your drink.

"No. Busy working."

"Right, you're a doctor and shit. That's cool as hell. I admire that about you. A hard-working woman."

"You smile and turn to him, engaging more in the conversation. By the night's end, you've gotten to know DJ more. So, over the next few weeks, you guys hang out and constantly text. When he asks you to the team's pre-season brunch, you're nervous about going, but he assures you Joe won't be there because of a conflict. But Joe finished his interview early and arrived at the brunch with Nicole. You turn around, ready to leave but DJ spots you.

"I thought his interview would be longer. I'm sorry, sweetheart."

"It's fine. We have to co-exist. This is god's way of testing me."

DJ gives you a big smile and takes your hand to introduce you to some guys and their girlfriends.

"Omg! Joey! I told you I'm a matchmaker." Nicole squeals, hugging you. You flinch away but quickly recover and hug her back.

"We're just friends, Nicki; relax." DJ corrects her before you can. Joe won't even look at you. His eyes are dead and only trained on DJ. Nicole takes your hands and wants you to meet her group. She introduces you to the girls as if you were a new toy.

"You grew up with Joe? That's cute." Amber pops her gum, staring you up and down. You simply nod your head and look over at the cocktail table. A drink is definitely going to help you in this situation. Your luck only worsens when you are forced to sit with Joe and Nicole at a table. With every kiss and I love you they share your facade cracks. Nicole leaves to use the restroom, and DJ is pulled away by another player, leaving you with Joe.

"Are you sleeping with him?" Joe mumbles across the table. You don't make eye contact with him. You don't even want to acknowledge him. Joe starts tapping his finger on the table.

"Cheeks, are you-"

"That's inappropriate and none of your business."

"How isn't that my business? You're still my best friend." Joe says softly, sitting up in his chair.

"Best friend? You haven't called me all summer."

"You said it was over. You break up with me, and I'm the bad guy now? You left me again."

Don't look at him. Don't cry. You have to remind yourself of these two things.

"Why was I supposed to do? Stand there while you love another. I'm sick, Joe. I don't want half of you; I want all of you." You whisper, trying to keep the conversation low-key. Joe rubs his face out of frustration.

"I said I would end things."

"When? When we're 40?" You grab your purse, ready to make your exit when Joe grabs your wrist.

"Not with DJ. Please. That's all I'm asking. Not with him."

"I'm not your property." You snatch away, leaving Joe sitting at the table with a sour look on his face. DJ catches you as you rush out.

"I'm sorry. Are you okay? Hey, look at me. Joe doesn't deserve you. If he cheats on Nicole, what makes you think he won't do the same to you?"

You wipe your eyes and shake your head. Right now, hearing those words breaks you down further. You're surprised to hear Joe calling your name. He yanks DJ off of you and stands in front of you protectively.

"Fuck off, DJ."

"Or what, pretty boy? Huh. You honestly think I'm afraid of you."

"Stop. what is going on?" You grab Joe's arm pulling him out of DJ's face.

"I'm not going to tell you again." Joe spits with venom laced in his voice. You've never seen him this upset before. You know you have to step in before things escalate, so you stand between them.

"Joe, go back inside. I can handle myself."

"You heard her, chump," DJ adds. Joe moves you out of the way with one hand.

"I'm real fucking sick of you. You think playing mind games with me is the way to go. Play with me if you want." Joe's voice is stern and sharp.

"Go on, pretty boy, do something. You mad because your bitch-"

DJ doesn't get another word out because Joe swings on him. You scream as they start fighting. Tee, Sam, and Ja'Marr are on sight to break things up before it gets out of control. Ja'Marr scoops you up because when you tried to separate them, you got knocked down and skidded your knee. Thankfully, the fight happened away from prying eyes. Ja'Marr sets you down and goes to get a first-aid kit. He returns, trying to dress your wound.

"She's a doctor, idiot. Let her do it." Sam says, laughing. You thank Ja'Marr and begin cleaning the wound. Nicole runs over to find out what happened because although no one else was around for the fight, word of mouth travels fast.

"Joe and DJ are just being assholes. They went to cool off." Ja'Marr speaks up. Nicole marches off to look for Joe. You stand up, and Ja'Marr lifts you again because you are limping.

"Marr, put me down. I'm okay. I want to go to the bathroom to clean up."

He puts you down and watches you walk away. Before you reach the bathroom, Joe pulls you away. You try to snatch away from him, but his grip is tight.

"And that's the guy that you're fucking? He calls you out of your name and-"

"Because you have so much respect for me, Joseph."

"He called you a bitch!"

"I can handle myself!"

Joe starts pacing, running his hand through his hair. His frustration is written all over his face. He finally stops and stands in front of you. Joe's apologetic eyes make you shy away. He reaches out to take your hands.

"I'm sorry for being an asshole. You're right; you can handle yourself and date anyone you want…just not DJ or anyone on my team. The thought of you with any of them sends me into this state. I feel angry at the thought-"

"Now, you know how I feel—seeing you with Nicole. Every day I wake up turning on the tv and seeing her face, knowing I'm sleeping with you. The guilt is eating me alive. I have worked back-to-back shifts just to keep myself from drowning again-"

"I won't let you drown. Ever. I'll save you every single time, Cheeks. I want to be with you. I promise this time." Joe kisses your forehead and then your lips. You excuse yourself and leave the party. DJ calls after you, but you ignore him.

"Hey, come on. I didn't mean to say that."

"You were way out of line. Lose my number."

"Wow. It's like that? Over pretty boy? You really think he will make you wifey? And what if I slip up and tell Nicole." Dj crosses his arms, wearing a big smile. You look around nervously, ensuring no one is in earshot to hear his threat.

"I don't care what you do. If you think I'm going to let a man intimidate me, you chose the wrong one. Try me." You storm off, leaving him dumbfounded. When you arrive home, you sit on the couch for hours staring at the blank tv. You know that letting yourself sulk will only drive you to more misery.

Joe sits down on the bed, rubbing his face. Nicole stands in her walk-in closet, getting undressed. She tells him she got voted in as the president of the field's club, which is basically a glorified booster club for the woman dating or married to football players. They organize funding for local schools, businesses, and afterschool programs. Joe stands up and walks over to the closet. He leans against the door frame watching Nicole take off her jewelry.

"I want to break up," Joe whispers to himself. Nicole turns around.

"Did you say something? And what did you and DJ fight about? I thought you were good friends."

"Nicole, I want to break up. You can keep the apartment and-"

"What? Where is this coming from?"

"Nothing. It's not you; it's-"

"Do not say that bullshit statement! Why are you trying to break up with me? After all these years, you suddenly feel different."

"Nicki, I know you feel it too. It's not the same. It hasn't been the same between us in a long time. I think it would be better to see other people." Joe makes his statement but refuses to meet her crying eyes.

"The cars and apartment-"

"Give me the fucking reason!"

Joe takes a deep breath and moves quickly to hold her. Nicole cries into his chest as he rubs her back.

"I cheated."

"How many times? How many women? Where?"

"There was only one-"

"Once? Joe, we can fix this. You cheated one time; no big deal. We can-"

"No, I cheated multiple times with the same woman."

Nicole freezes as her mind quickly puts together the pieces, and she pulls away.

"Cheeks? You're cheating on me with her. All those fucking nights you said you were with Marr or at your parent's house!"

Joe nods his head. Nicole grabs a heel off the shelf, throwing it at him. She hits his chest and shoves him away. Joe gently grabs her wrists, trying to calm her down.

"She smiled in my fucking face! Was I a joke to you? Where is she now? I'll kill her!"

"Nicki, calm down. She has nothing to do with this. It was me. I stepped out on you. I know nothing in this world could fix this situation, but I did love you. The blame is all on me."

Nicole settles down and wipes her face.

"I knew you were cheating, but why didn't I think your ex-girlfriend and best friend could be the one? It's fine. We will fix this."

"Nicole, I want to break up. There is no fixing this."

"No."

"No?" Joe raises an eyebrow, confused by her words.

"If you think I'm going to let you walk away unscathed, you are fucking dead wrong. You will attend the field club luncheon with me as I accept my position. You will smile and act accordingly. I won't let you break things off and throw me away like I meant nothing. You will never get a happy ending with her as long as I'm alive."

"Nicki, come on. You sound insane right now. What is the point of us-"

"Leave me for her and see what happens. You think I spent years building connections for nothing. Leave me for her, and I will ruin her career faster than you can blink. She will never work in a hospital setting again. I will make sure that not even a run-down clinic will hire her." Nicole crosses her arms, staring Joe into his eyes. Joe shakes his head.

"Nicki, this is crazy. She didn't do anything. If you want to ruin a career, ruin-ruin mine."

"You would actually throw the career you've worked so hard for her? Ha. The funny thing is I believe you. I know you would do it, which is why I will ruin hers. It's much sweeter that way. Do I make myself clear?"

Joe closes his mouth and slowly nods as she rubs his chest.

"Yeah. I get it."

"Good. Pick out your outfit for the luncheon tomorrow. I'm thinking we should match. Cute, right?" She said, holding up her pink pencil skirt. The whole situation completely throws off Joe. After Nicole falls asleep, he sneaks off to call you.

"I'm sorry. Are you at work?" He whispers, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Yeah. I'm working at city hospital tonight. It's pretty slow tonight. Saying that will probably jinks us now."

"I love you. You know that, right?"

You tell your coworker you need to head to the break room. With each step, your heartbeat grows in synch with the twisting in your tummy. For some reason, this feeling of dread is coming over you. Once you reach the room, you take a deep breath.

"I know. I love you too. What's wrong?"

"I'm going to put you first. I know we keep falling out and making up. I want you. I want every inch of you, but I can't have you. I know that now."

"Joe, what are you saying?"

"I'll stay away from you. I'll let you go. You have the right to be with someone that will make you happy."

Your back is against the door as you stare at a poster across the room. Your eyes become blurred with tears.

"Cheeks. Please don't cry. I'm not sure I can handle hearing you cry. I will break." Joe whispers, trying to hold back his tears. You wipe your eyes and sniffle.

"I'm being paged. Goodbye, Joseph."

"Goodbye, Cheeks."

Neither of you hangs up. Joe, listen to your breath as you listen to his. He sighs and closes his eyes.

"Joe? I have to-I have to go."

"Can I come over after your shift?" He asks. You pause, letting the question roll around in your head. Just seconds ago, you two were on the verge of ending everything.

"Yes." You end the call and get back to your shift. The butterflies in your stomach continue to flip and swirl as the clock ticks down on your shift. You rush home to find Joe sitting on your steps. You stare at each other, wondering what the other is thinking.

"Are you coming in?"

"I don't know. I mean-"

"What's going on? First, you called me to end things, then you asked to come over, and now you don't know? I'm confused!"

"I want to be with you, but I can't. And I want to tell you everything, but I can't." Joe closes his eyes with a sigh.

"What can you do? Because from where I'm standing, this thing we have going on is done. Our friendship is ruined. We ruined it." You whisper the last part to yourself. Joe retakes a seat on your steps, and you follow him. Once again, you two let the silence sit between you. You lean your head on his shoulder, and he kisses your head. Joe wants to tell you about Nicole's threats, but he knows you would try to help him out of the situation. He refuses to let you ruin your career because of him; if someone has to suffer, it should be him. Alone.

"Friends?" He asks, bopping your nose with his index finger. You nod your head as he stands up, pulling you.

"Friends…only."

Joe hugs you for a while. Neither of you can let go. Finally, you break up the hug.

"I'll always save you a home ticket." He smiles, making you laugh. You watch him drive off and make your way inside. Inside, you found another envelope with photos of you and Joe from the Maldives trip. Setting them on the counter, you take a breath. Things are finally over with Joe, so hopefully, the stalker leaves you alone.

As weeks pass, you let Joe drift far from your focus. It isn't until your father needs you at one of his youth football games that you meet Joe again. He's there as a guest speaker on behalf of your dad. You stand to the side, watching him give the kids a grand speech. Nicole stands near his mother, watching with a wide grin. Robin sits next to you in the bleachers, with your mother on the other side of you. They talk across you about cooking and school stuff. You try to zone out watching the game until Robin talks about Joe and Nicole.

"I'm worried about Joe. I'm sure he and Nicole are fighting so much these days, but I don't want to be overbearing. You know the boy is so private about his relationships. Can you ask him?" Robin takes your hand and looks into your eyes. Like son like mother. You can never turn down a Burrow who gives you that puppy-eyed look. You give a simple nod. During half-time, Nicole leaves, and you take this time to go to the locker room and wait for Joe. He comes out, and you grab his hand.

"Your mother is worried about you. I know we ended things, but we did agree on a normal friendship. Talk."

Joe sighs and leans on the wall.

"Football stuff. Nothing, Cheeks need to worry about."

"You knew he was lying but decided not to push it. Joe walks away and says nothing to you for the remainder of the game. It's not like he didn't want to talk to you. He's afraid Nicole might take it the wrong way and come through full swing on her threats. Joe hasn't told you, but he hired someone to watch your house. He has convinced himself that the person sending those photos must be Nicole. Joe tries to go on without you. He tries to regain a regular pattern. Hell, he even tries to fall in love with Nicole again, but he can't. She threatened you. There is no way he can love her again. His focus now is getting his ring and moving forward. But he sees you at every family event that your parents throw. He thinks of you before every game. Joe jerks off to you several times a week. He can't focus the way he should focus because his heart is in shambles. It feels like college all over again. Joe let you go thinking it was for the best, but it might have been the worst mistake of his life.

"I'm so fucking in love with her, Fran." Joe stares into his empty glass.

"Nicole? Come on; I don't want to hear about your love life during my birthday! It's bad enough I have to share it with my sister! I called you out to spend the day with me!"

"Cheeks. I let her go twice. Two times I made the same mistake two fucking times. The second time I keep trying to convince myself that I'm protecting her, but I'm not. I'm taking the easy way out. I love this woman with every fiber in me. Not being able to wake up next to her makes me sick."

"Keep going," Fran says, leaning on the counter as his phone dials Quinn. Quinn answers the facetime call annoyed her brother is interrupting her birthday outing with you. He tells her to hush.

"Cheeks is my heart. Not football, not Nicole, not anything. For so fucking long, I've made her feel like she had to be second to everything in my life. But the truth is…She's my number one. I'm in love with her. I want her to be my wife. I want her as the mother of my children. I want to grow old together and knit silly little mittens. I want that life with her. Fran, I fucking love her." Joe finally looks over at the phone. You stand next to Quinn, speechless. Taking the phone from her, you give her a half smile.

"I love you too, Joey."

"I'm sorry for being an idiot. Nicole threatened you, and I thought I could fix it by staying away, but I can't. I can't stay away from you anymore. I'm physically sick."

"Thank god! I could not take the sad love songs from her anymore! We are in the same hotel! Please come get your girl!" Quinn shouts, hanging up. Of course, your best friends set it up this way. They hoped you guys would make up so their birthday dinner wouldn't be awkward. So, the twins booked into the same hotel waiting for things to play out. It only took Joe two mins to show up at the door. Fran and Quinn left to celebrate together while you and Joe did your own celebrating.

"Wait, what do you mean Nicole threatened me? Is she the stalker?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but if I had to guess, I would say it's her. She threatened to get you fired from the hospital. Nicole knows a lot of people. I didn't want that to happen, so I stayed with her. I'm not actually with her by choice."

"Woah. This is insane."

"I won't let her do anything. The season is over now. The title she wanted as the president of the club is done. There should be nothing for her to want from me. It's you and me. It's always been us."

You sit on his lap, looking into his sincere blue eyes. You want to believe everything he says, but your heart worries that this is too good to be true. Joe cups your face in his large hands.

"What's going on in that head of yours?"

"Nothing. I mean. I don't know; I get lost in my own head. I-"

"I'll come find you,"

"Huh?"

"Whenever you get lost in your head, I will always come find you."

And with those words, you kiss him passionately. Joe smiles into the kiss because he is finally allowing himself to feel true happiness again. It had been several long months with Nicole, who had become this leech draining him of any joy. But now, here with you, Joe feels in complete bliss. You yelp, feeling his cock awaken.

"He missed you too." Joe bites down on your bottom lip, making you squeeze your thighs together. Joe snakes his hands down towards your thighs, pushing them apart. He wastes no time taking your panties off and throwing you over his shoulder toward the bedroom, slapping your ass with every step. You giggle once tossed on the bed. Sitting up, you take your dress off and throw it across the room, watching Joe undress. It doesn't take long for Joe to have you folded in half under him, panting, sweaty, and crying out in pleasure.

"Fucking missed this, mama." Joe grunts. You yelp as Joe suddenly stands up with you still in a mating press. Your weak legs dangle over his muscular arms as he fucks you in the air.

"Too much! Joey, 'ss too much." You mumble, throwing your head back. Joe was far too deep and only drove you further into your fucked out state. You were practically drooling. The loud squelching sound your cunt continued to make only made Joe lose his mind as he chased his orgasm. Your back hits the bed once again, and you watch Joe stare down at you as he cums into you again. You smile up and wipe his sweaty hair from his forehead. You bask in the feeling of having Joe's cum sliding out of you. You roll over to kiss his cheek.

"Is that your phone or mine?" Joe asks, hearing the iPhone ringtone. You would get up and look for the phone, but your legs are jello. Joe gets up, looking for the phone. You find the strength to sit up, watching him answer his phone.

"Mom, yeah. I'm good. It's Fran's birthday, so we're in Florida. Yeah, I'll be back on Monday. She what? Uhh okay. Bye." Joe hangs up, putting the phone on the nightstand.

"Let's order in and cuddle. I'm exhausted." You reach out for him, but Joe doesn't take your hand. You sit up on your knees, waiting for him to speak.

"Nicole's pregnant."

"What?" You shake your head in disbelief. You jump off the bed, grabbing your dress.

"Wait-"

"There's no wait! We're done. You can't come back from this! She's having your fucking child! You'll have to marry her and-"

"Cheeks, listen to me. I will find a way to work through this."

"She is not going to get rid of it. You and I both know that. She wants you, Joe. And she won't stop until you are only hers!"

"I'm going to fly home and figure this out. Don't give up. Please." He begs. You sigh and nod your head. You're unsure how things will work, but you trust Joe and let him go home. The following week Joe's texts were scarce, only texting you short answers. Then you get a follow request on IG from CheeksBurrow. You approve and follow up by sending a request back. It was Joe's finsta. You giggle at all the photos he has taken of you off guard. The man was clearly whipped. You watch as Joe proceeds to like all your photos and leave comments on a few. A few mins later, he calls you.

"Y'ou're so obsessed with me."

"Is that a bad thing?" He asks, leaning on the locker.

"Having the hottest QB pining over me…hmm, idk, I might be the luckiest girl in the world."

"I'm the luckiest guy in the world, actually."

"Where are you?" You ask him, staring out your window.

"The gym. Have to start training for next season. That loss to KC is killing me."

"You played-"

"I played like shit."

"I was going to say that." You giggle. You always told him he played well even when he had a shitty game, so Joe knows that was a lie. You smile, watching cars drive by.

"Is she really, umm, pregnant?"

"Yes. She wants to keep it. I told her I'm open to co-parenting, but Nicole is really pushing things. Now that my family knows it will be hard to end things as we wanted."

"I understand, so we are back at square one. I'm still the other girl, and Nicole is your girlfriend."

Joe is quiet again, and so are you. Do you finally give up and let go of your lost love, or do you remain in the backseat again? Your body freezes as you see the same car pass by again, but this time they stop and take a photo. You run outside shouting, but they pull away and hurry around the corner.

"Did you get the plate number?" Joe asks, grabbing his bag and rushing out of the locker room.

"I didn't; it happened so fast. I wasn't thinking. Someone is actually watching me. They took photos of us in the Maldives last year; who knows what else they have? They broke into my house. Joe, what if there are cameras? Oh god. They could have footage of us."

"Calm down, baby. I'm on the way."

"No. Joe, that's what they want us to do. You can't come here, not ever. I'll call you later."

"Baby-" The line cuts off, and Joe angrily hits his car window. Fans are taking photos of him, so he calms and waves, but Joe thinks it could be any of these people. There have been so many incidents where fans become too obsessed. So, he mentally starts taking notes of the fans he sees the most, and he starts paying to their words. When he gets home, he finds Nicole on the couch eating potato chips.

"I know. I hate chips but pregnancy craving, you know!" She gets up and walks over to him. She stands on her tippy toes to try and kiss him, but Joe turns away.

"Are you having someone watch Cheeks and me?"

Nicole's smile falters. She crosses her arms.

"Are you?" Joe asks again. Nicole starts laughing and walks away, leaving Joe standing there with more questions than answers.

A/N: Here we are, chapter 3! I hope this chapter was okay! Sorry, this took a little longer life is pretty busy! What do you guys think about Nicole? Who do you think the stalker is? Would you stay with a guy who has a baby on the way? Find out next time on Dragon Ball Z! :)

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It's Not You, It's Me

Part 12

Warnings: recovering from an accident, bruising, wedding, braxton hicks/contractions, violence/violent situations, a single gun (not used), feelings of dread and sadness, this is quite long so, please bare with me. Not proof read

What should have been a weeklong hospital stay, turned into two, then three, then before you knew it, Timothee had been in the hospital for a month. During yours and Timothee's stay, there was an interesting new development in your pregnancy: Braxon Hicks contractions. The first time you had one you thought for sure you were going into labor, luckily the hospital Timothee was staying at was the same hospital your OBGYN was at and the same hospital you were delivering in. So, your doctor saw you every time you had one, "just to make sure," you told them. By the time, Timothee was released, and a quick wedding ceremony was in order, you were eight months and a week pregnant, feeling like you were about to burst at the seams.

The week that Timothee was released from the hospital was exponentially busy, filled with dress fittings (your least favorite part considering), physical therapy for Timothee, somehow getting a church on board for a last-minute wedding, finding an ordained minister (which ultimately did not work out. Luckily, Timothee's best friend Stephane went the extra mile and spent the week getting ordained) and finally (and almost forgotten) obtaining a marriage license. Nicole took the matter of guest list, invitations, decorations and food into her own hands.

The night before the wedding, Timothee seemed distracted. He paced the floor of your shared apartment, biting his fingernails. He hissed in pain as he bit one down too far, drawing blood. The sight brought on one of the fake contractions. You winced a little as you got up, walking them off seemed to help.

"What's goin' on, Tim?" You asked, walking over to him. "Not getting cold feet, are you?" You asked, mostly joking.

Timothee quickly turned his neck to look at you, wincing in pain from the movement. A lot was still difficult for him, and it worried you to no end. "Of course not!" Timothee smiled, the bruising around his eyes and faded into a nasty yellow color, but somehow, he still managed to look insanely attractive. "I should be asking you that, you know? The one who always runs off." Immediately your faced dropped and Timothee quickly added, "I'm kidding. I'm kidding! No, really, everything's great, y/n. We're getting married tomorrow, our daughter's gonna be here any day now. What more could I want?"

You winced again at a second false alarm contraction and Timothee put a hand on your belly and ran the other through his hair. It was something he did when he was nervous. Then, his index finger went back into his mouth as he chomped on the already torn fingernail. You chalked it up to last minute jitters as you closed your eyes.

"We don't have to do this, you know?" He said quietly.

Your eyes popped open and you pulled his other hand into yours, hoping to minimize the torture he was putting his fingers through.

"I know, but a ceremony is important and I think your mom would flip if we didn't have one."

"I know, but-" Timothee slid his hands out of yours and went back to pacing the floor. He'd mellowed out a lot since the beginning of all this. And the accident left him a little fragile. Secretly, you hoped he'd get back to his normal devious self. Maybe after the wedding and after the baby was born, he'd settle back down.

"But....?"

"But," Timothee sighed, launching back into a pace. "I'm just freaking out. And probably over nothing. It's stupid. Forget it."

You rolled your eyes. "No. Fuck that. You can't just say that and then tell me to forget about it. What's going on, Timmy? Tell me."

You waddled over to him, hoping it looked like anything other than a waddle. You stopped him mid pace, pulling his hand from his mouth and took it in yours. His other hand went to your cheek as he brushed strand of hair behind your ear. He sighed again.

"Just tell me, baby," you urged him gently.

"I'm just waiting for something to happen. Something to go wrong."

His anxiety was talking again, and you were getting better and better and calming his rising panic. You'd been talking him off the ledge a lot lately. Sometimes were easier than others. You weren't sure how this one was going to go.

"Nothing's going to happen, Timothee. We're going to get married and then hopefully have this baby, like, two seconds after," you laughed. It was getting hard to breathe with how the baby was positioned.

He nodded, smiling as he took your face in his hands and kissed your lips tenderly before building up to a deeper, more passionate kiss.

"Let's go to bed," he said against your mouth. "Tonight's the last night I get to have sex with you as y/f/n y/l/n."

The next morning came early. Timothee had physical therapy that morning, so Nicole picked you up to begin getting you ready for your wedding. You couldn't believe it was happening. Your wedding. You were marrying Timothee Chalamet.

Nicole stood behind you as she zipped your dress up. Your hair was done, your make up was perfect and the dress, though heavily modified due to your pregnant belly, fit you like a glove and was somehow not the least bit uncomfortable. You looked beautiful and that was something you never considered yourself. Your eyes glistened a little as tears built up.

"Oh, honey," Nicole said, leading over to grab a few tissues. She handed them to you over your shoulder and you patted your eyes, careful to not smudge your perfect eyeliner.

"I'm sorry your parents couldn't make it here, sweety, but I just want you to know that long before today, I already considered you a daughter."

"Make that both of us" Timothee's dad, Marc, said from behind you. He must've snuck in without you noticing, which wouldn't be hard to do considering how much was on your mind. He looked quite handsome in his tuxedo with light blue accents. "Y/n, I'm not sure if you've given it any thought...and there's no pressure at all of course, but...if you want, I'd love to be the one to walk you down the aisle today."

Tears immediately welled up in your eyes, which prompted Nicole to grab more tissues. This time, she dabbed your eyes for you.

"I'd love that thank you, Mr. Chalamet. Or...should I call you Dad now?" You chuckled but cringed at your awakardness.

But marc offered you a genuine smile and his arm and said, "I'd be disappointed if you didn't."

Timothee's POV

I stood at the altar, my hands a sweaty mess. Normally, Y/n wouldn't want a big ceremony, and I knew she was doing it for everyone but her. That's one of the reasons I fell in love her. Her selflessness.

I'm lost in thought as the music begins playing and the groomsmen with the bridesmaids began to walk down the aisle and joined me on stage. Part of me, unfortunately, worried about her not showing, but these thoughts are instantly put at ease when the music changed and my dad brought Y/n out, his arm interlocked with hers.

Everything stopped and there was only her. She looked...beautiful. Pregnancy certainly made her glow like an angle sent straight from heaven, just for me. My eyes began to fill with tears and I didn't even try to keep them from falling. I wiped my eyes with one hand, keeping the other one behind my back, shaking like a leaf. Her dress, which she was so worried about made her look even more angelic. The fabric fell off of her shoulders, exposing my favorite spots to kiss, and draped down her arms. Lace covered the plunging neck line, a modification Y/n added to not show so much skin. A satin tie gathered perfectly around her waist, showing off a perfectly round baby bump. Then it hit me. Both of my girls were here on my wedding day.

And then, we locked eyes and she waved at me. Wiggling her delicate little fingers, in my direction. I couldn't help but chuckle. My dad helped her up the three steps. Words were spoken, but I didn't hear a damn on of them. Y/n hugged my dad before he joined my mother in the front row.

Stephane greeted the guests, speaking eloquently I'm sure, but all I could see, all I could hear, all I could think of was her. The day I'd waited for, since I saw her in that coffee shop so long ago, was here.

It must've been time for vows, because Y/n cleared her throat and said my name. Her eyes were glossy as she spoke.

"Timothee, my love, my world, my everything. We've been through a hell of a lot together, haven't we?" She chuckled and sniffled a little, and I reached out to grab one of her hands, rubbing an encouraging thumb over her fingers. "There have been moments in my life, where I didn't think I had a purpose, a reason. But then you came along, and you gave me two." She placed a hand on her belly, and she gripped mine tighter. "I never thought I'd get married, and I definitely never thought I'd have one these." The guests laughed and so did I. "But I'm so happy, Timothee. I'm so happy that I get to spend forever with the two of you. I love you," she said to me, her voice going a bit higher in pitch as it did when she was about to cry. "And I will never run from that. I promise.

Reader's POV

You breathed a deep sigh of relief as you finished your vows. You decided that you weren't going to write anything down. You were going to speak directly from your heart. You laid it all out for him in a way you hadn't ever before. And Timothee looked at you, happy tears welling up in his still bruised eyes.

Timothee opened his mouth to speak, but smiled instead, as if gathering words to say.

"I'm not as poetic as my beautiful bride here," he started, and you rolled your eyes knowing very well how eloquent he was when he spoke. Still, the small crowd of maybe 100 guests laughed. "So, I had to write mine down." Timothee reached a hand into his pocked, fishing for his vows. He finally pulled out a folded white sheet of paper. It appeared wrinkled and worn, like it was folded and unfolded countless times over numerous days as he worked out his feelings onto paper.

"Y/n," Timothee said, "I-" he cut himself off with a short, shaky breath and a light emotional sob. It was your turn to comfort him, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles. He looked up at you and pulled his lips in to form a smile one does to push back a lump forming in their throat. He was trying so hard not to cry.

I love you. You mouthed.

"I love you too," he whispered back. He huffed out a breath and refocused. "I wrote this a week after I met you and-"

Timothee stopped again, cut off by something different this time. He turned his head to someone in the audience, someone that caught his attention. Instantly his face changed. Your smile dropped from your face and your snapped your neck in the direction he was looking in. Your stomach tightened, contracting again at the sight of the man standing in the back of the crowd. He entered quietly, Timothee must have seen him out of his peripheral vision, there was no sound upon his entrance; even the large church doors didn't make a sound. But a man that you knew from long ago stood in the threshold and his presence was just as menacing as you remembered.

"No," you whispered. "No. No. No."

The two of you, seconds ago standing in front of each other, holding hands, exchanging vows, shifted to face the man at the door. His face was twisted in an ominous smirk, making his dark eyes appear evil. His hair, as black as night, was styled as perfectly as it was the day you left him and decided to erase him from your life. But now, here he was and by his looks, he was here to ruin it.

"Y/n," Timothee said, not taking his eyes off of the wedding crasher. "Who is that."

You wish he hadn't have asked that. Because saying his name out loud would acknowledge that fact that somehow, he reentered your life. You spent so long trying to forget him, to repress him from your memory. But of course Timothee would ask. Why wouldn't he? You never spoke about Jacob. Not after what he did.

"His name is Jacob, you said. "And he's my ex-fiancé."

Timothee's grip on your hand tightened to the point of pain and the muscle in his jaw strained as he worked it. "For now," he sighed, as if he knew this would happen. You thought of what he said the night before. I'm just waiting for something to happen. Something to go wrong. And here it was. "We're going to skip over the fact that you've never mentioned this to me and figure out what the fuck is going on."

Jacob looked around the church, an obnoxious fake look of awe plastered to his face. He clapped his hands in mocked amusement and then held them out to both of you as he took slow, but deliberate steps towards the front of the church. "Oh, I hope I'm not too late. Y/n, I missed your invite, but you know I'd find you eventually." Jacob grabbed a wine glass from a woman's hand and downed the entire thing in a single gulp. He looked at Stephane. "Is it too late to object this shit show?"

Stephane stepped forward, an elegant swagger to him even in the most awkward situations. "With all due respect, uhm, sir," he added in disgust, "objections are reserved for legal matters only, emotional reasonings are not valid for objections. So, unless your objection is of legal stature, we won't be stopping the wedding."

Timothee pulled you closer to his body as Jacob pursed his lips in thought. Another fake contraction tightened around your belly, this time building in intensity. This time, a wince was hard to hide. Your hand went to your belly and your breathed out a big puff of air.

"Are you okay," Timothee whispered over his shoulder.

"Yeah. Yeah. Braxton Hicks," you reminded him.

"Oh for the love of God, Y/n. Really? Pregnant at your own wedding? I know you're trash but this," he held out his hands as if showing you to a crowd gathered to see a freakshow at a circus. "This is next level!" Jacob laughed in disbelief.

"Hey, man. Get the fuck out. You weren't invited and this is a private event. You've said what you needed to say. And whatever the hell went on between you two is clearly over. She doesn't want you. And no one wants you here right n ow. Leave. That's the last time I'll ask.

Jacob's lips pulled into a sadistic smirk again, and a sinister laugh vibrated in his throat. The guests looked horrified and a few of them already picked up their bags and walked out.

"Jacob, please. You're ruining my wedding day." Just like he ruined your life.

"Your wedding day?" He laughed out loud. "This was supposed to be OUR wedding day, y/n. Remember all the plans we made? All the things we did together, all the memories we made together? ALL THE LOVE WE MADE?!"

"Stop."

"You can't just throw that away."

"Stop it, Jacob."

"But you did. Didn't you? You threw it all away. You threw us away, y/n. Just like you threw me in prison!"

"BECAUSE YOU KILLED MY FAMILY!" You screamed. The remaining guests gasped, and Timothee's head snapped to you. You didn't tell him this. You didn't tell anyone anything. You couldn't. As soon as Jacob went to prison, you entered the witness protection program. You started over. You weren't sure how Jacob found you. How he was out of prison.

The rest of the guests were leaving the church in hoards at your outburst. Stephane still stood behind Timothee. You saw Larry hiding out in the corner. He'd have you if you needed and if god forbid anything happned to-

Jacob pulled his hand he'd been keeping in his pocket, revealing a heavy black handgun. Anyone left in the church aside from Stephane and Larry had fled. And Jacob began walking causally around the pews, waving the gun around as he talked.

"You know, I've had years to think about how this would all go down. Because I knew you'd change your name. I knew you'd move and hide. And lemme tell ya, you were a tricky one to find," he shook the gun at you as talked, "They did good with you."

Jacob pointed the gun in your direction, and instantly Timothee opened his mouth to speak.

"Ah, Ah," Jacob said, moving his aim to Timothee. Timothee made sure you were behind him, assuring that if Jacob pulled the trigger, it'd be him that he shot. Another shooting pain rippled through your abdomen, this time your knees buckled a little and it took everything in you not to fall to them. You gripped the back of Timothee's tux, but he didn't seem to notice. Stephane placed one hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles and the other hand on Timothee's shoulder.

"If you can't tell," Jacob started back up when he was sure Timothee was done interrupting. "I'm calling this wedding off. She's not marrying you." He emphasized the word 'you' with evident disgust.

"We're already married," Timothee blurted out. If there were still guests in the room, you were sure his declaration would have resulted in more gasps. Jacob stopped walking and lowered his gun. Taking his chance, Timothee started up again. "About a month ago, I was in a pretty bad accident. We decided that as soon as I was out we'd get married. But we couldn't wait. We got married in my hospital room and didn't tell anyone. This ceremony was all for show and formalities. Y/n is already my wife."

Jacob took in what Timothee had to say and for a second you were hopeful. Your stomach tightened again, and you couldn't suppress the groan of pain you let out.

"Y/n," Timothee said.

"I'm fine," you assured him, even though you felt like vomitting. You started to wonder if these were real contractions. "I'm fine," you said again, unaware of who you were trying to convince.

You gathered yourself enough to stand up straight, thought the pressure building between your legs was starting to increase and became more obvious than it had in the last few weeks. Your eyes found Jacob again, standing right in front of the stairs leading up to the stage.

"No matter," he shrugged and pointed the gun. That's when you felt it, like a water balloon from inside of you bursting. Fluid rain down your legs and onto the stage. If Timothee saw it, he didn't make it known.

"Tim," you whispered. "Tim my water broke." It came out like a sob.

Timothee gripped your wrist tight, you already felt bruises forming. He didn't say anything, he only stood his ground in front of you, his body as still as any statue. Stephane took his place at his side, increasing your shield from Jacob.

Jacob let out a laugh that echoed and bounced off of the walls of the empty church. "Oh no, you don't understand, you stupid fucks! I don't want her. Why would I kill the one I want? No. I'm coming after you."

"Ahh, fuck!" You screamed as another contraction rippled through your stomach. It was unlike any pain you'd ever felt, like your insides being twisted and ripped out. Your stomach tightened so intensely you couldn't move. The only relief was that it wasn't constant. You prayed they were far apart enough to finish whatever this was.

"If she won't come with me...I'll make her a widow. She's so pathetic, she'll come crawling right back to me. Now, come on," Jacob said, waving the gun towards himself, motioning Timothee to follow, but Timothee stood still, completely unmoving. It wasn't until Jacob was halfway to the door, that he realized Timothee wasn't following. Jacob stompped back over, clearly annoyed, not stopping until he was directly in front of Timothee, his nose practically touching Tim's.

"You better learn how to follow directions, pretty boy."

"Fuck you," Timothee spat.

"You want me to kill you in front of your widow?"

Timothee didn't answer.

Behind him, you screamed as another contraction reared its ugly head.

"Y/n," Timothee said, slowing turning around with up turned palms, assuring Jacob he wasn't going to run off or do anything slick. "Y/n, listen to me."

"No. No. Nononono. No I can't do this. I can't. Do go. Don't go with him. Please. I need you, Timothee."

"I know. I know my love. Listen. Listen to me."

You made yourself look at him, and regretted it instantly. You'd seen Timothee in a thousand different ways, but you'd never seen him as broken as this.

"You get to the hospital. Okay? You have our baby and when she's here, you tell her how much I love her and you make sure you tell her that for me every day until you grow old and gray. Until you don't have the strength to say it anymore. But please. Please know that for every ounce of love I have for her-" his hand went to your belly, and you sobbed loudly. "Is nothing compared to how fiercely I loved you."

Loved.

"No! No I'm not going. I'm not leaving you, you can't make me Timothee, please."

"LET'S GO!" Jacob screamed.

"Just give me a fuckin minute!" Timothee yelled, tears rolling down his face.

"I love you, y/n. Don't you ever fucking forget that."

Timothee grabbed your face tightly in his hands and kissed you. Normally, you'd love a kiss that deep and passionate. It was one of those kisses that Timothee put his entire heart into. His tongue wrapped around yours. His taste in your mouth. His lips skating gracefully around yours, even with how rushed it was. The soft noise he made while he kissed you that he didn't even realize he was doing but he did because his entire soul was in the kiss. But right now, you hated it. You hated it because he was kissing you like it was his last. And for all you knew, it was.

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bratshaws · 1 year

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through the hourglass 63. brb x oc

a/n: oh my god we reached 63 chapters holy sHIT i swear i am just.........speechless...wow thank you guys so much for the constant support! Mean so much to me!!!

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none, Rooster being in love with Bea and missing being a dad uwu

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Bradley missed them so much already. It was almost painful how much he missed Beatrice’s smile and Nicole’s little squealed laughs, and the dogs. God he missed the dogs too. He couldn’t say how long he stayed looking at his phone where several pictures of Bea and Nicole were, pictures he took without her knowing.

Like the one where she was sitting on the floor with her hair up in a bun, Nicole sleeping on her chest and the dogs lying around them, Beatrice’s eyes on the tv as she watched a documentary he couldn’t remember what it was about now.

Or the one where she’s outside with Nicole, sitting on one of the lounge chairs they bought looking at a few birds that made their nest in Beatrice’s birdhouse, the one she made months ago. And he lied on his bunk looking at the pictures for God knows how long, smiling at every single one he saw and hoping his girls were okay.

Which they were,if that wasn’t the case surely he’d know about it already.

But he couldn’t help but remember Cyclone’s words, how he said Nicole was going to question his absence,question why he had to leave,question why he was gone for so long…he hated how that made him feel. Of course his daughter was too young to actually know what was happening but she was also very smart for an infant considering how she was already vocalizing and giving people the stinky eye.

Bradley sighs heavily, dropping his head on the pillow,reaching down in his bag to grab the scent pouch Beatrice made him. It was still fragrant albeit the fabric of the pouch itself was a bit frail in the middle because of his constant touching and rubbing, just like he was doing now. He didn’t want it to rip open so he had to be extra careful with it right now. He looked at the dry flowers inside, moving them about for a few seconds and then groaning with his hands coming up to his eyes.

“Fuck,I miss her so bad.” he mumbled, damn him for having such a soft heart when it came to Beatrice. He knew this wouldn’t change anything in his job besides the constant earning of having Beatrice back considering that the second he stepped out of his bunk and into the jet his focus was on getting the job done so he could go back to Bea and Nikki.

He didn’t want to do it, but he was looking it up online to see how big a four months old baby would be. Nicole was already a big infant so he assumed she’d spurt up quite quickly by the time he returned. When he saw the pictures his heart clenched because it was like he was missing so much already.

“I can’t be thinking like this.” And yet he was “Bea is going to update me with pictures of Nikki, it’s going to be fine. I don’t have to worry so much about it after all, it wasn’t like it’s the end of the world.”

And yet.

Bradley huffed out a sigh, dropping his phone on his chest as he looked at the top bunk above him. This time there was no snoring Fanboy like usual, it was Payback who was there instead and he slept like a rock. Like a big,silent rock, he was the one person no one minded sharing a bunk with since he was so quiet all the time.

And while Rooster appreciated it, he kind of missed the noise from Fanboy because his thoughts were getting too loud. He knew it was late here but he couldn’t sleep, so he grabbed his phone and quickly typed a message to Bea

Rooster (23:33)

Hey gorgeous, I know it’s only been a week since I was gone but…I really miss you. And I miss Nikki and the dogs. how have you been? I know it’s probably late there so you don’t have to reply yet,I just wanted to hear from you <3

Amazingly, the chat bubble popped up seconds after he sent it.

Bea (23:35)

Roos! It’s okay :) me and Nikki are watching the Golden Girls. We are fine, she’s been fine too, the dogs as well. We are managing everything! We miss you too so much but we both know you’ll come back soon :3 oh let me show you something.

He waits by rereading her words again and his stomach is warm with butterflies, no matter how long their relationship was he still had the same feelings from the first time they got together. That’s the power of being with someone who is your soulmate. He blinks when he sees it’s a video, so he hurries to grab his air pods to not wake Payback up, peeking at the other pilot only to see that he was facing the wall.

He gets comfortable, with the air pods on and press play on the video.

The first thing he sees it’s Nicole’s big green eyes staring back at him, she’s lying on top of Beatrice’s thighs and her hands are trying to take hold of the phone “Nikki,no,hold on!” her laughter sounds magical to his ears and he sees she’s holding the phone a bit higher to show Nicole’s outfit “So,this is one of Marcus’ gifts for Nikki,” the shirt was white with tiny birds drawn on the fabric, all of them in different shades of orange and red “And I thought it’d be nice to- Nikki, no,mommy needs the phone.”

Cue to Nicole reaching for the phone one more time and eventually taking hold of it “Oh,okay, okay,I was just showing daddy your outfit!” Nicole’s eye was huge as she pushed it up against the lens, moving around curiously with the vocalization of ‘ah,ah,ah’, holding it back to then press her mouth against it, “No!Nikki, don’t bite it,” cue to their daughter continuous gummy chewing, “No,no, honey you can’t chew it,Okay, give it to me. Thank you.”

“Anyway,” she lifts the phone again “It’s something I wanted to show you because I thought you’d like it. Because Nicole looks so cute,” she tickles Nicole’s tummy making the little girl gurgle out a laugh “Oh!Another thing,Jake and Bob showed up and Jake said he is the best uncle. I know you’ll probably have something to say about that, but you know, it’s something to think about..oh! And he gave Nikki, uh…” there’s the sound of ruffling in the background while he still has Nicole looking up at him “Found it! Look.”

It’s a chick hair clip. It’s an actual chick hair clip.

“He said he saw it and thought of her. I’ve tried on her head and she didn’t hate it so,” cue to Nicole’s eyes moving to the hair clip, trying to grab the largest part - the chick - of it only for Beatrice to move it away, turning the camera to her face this time, “So,yeah! That’s what’s been happening and- the dogs are fine too by the way! They are fine! We all are.” she smiles down at the phone, “Anyway,I think I recorded too much so I’m going to end this here! Say bye to daddy,Nikki!”

Nicole just ‘ah’s’ trying to grab the phone again, so Beatrice grabs the arm reaching up to give the camera a little wave “Bye,daddy! I love you so much!” and the recording is done.

When the video is over he’s immediately reminded of the time he lurked in Beatrice’s Instagram and saw her video with Bianca - who was probably two or three by that time - and how that just latched into his brain for so long. Maybe it was the one thing that made him fall in love with her back then without him even knowing.

Because Beatrice was normally so guarded and shy while at the bar, seeing her having fun,smiling, holding her little niece like that just showed that under that shield protecting herself was someone who was fun and sweet and who he wanted to talk so badly. He was more than happy to have this update, it meant a lot to him considering his thoughts from earlier…Beatrice was right, there was nothing to worry about especially because she’d always message him about Nikki.

Roos (23:55)

Gorgeous, thanks for the video. I loved it and she looks adorable as always…and tell Jake to fuck off about being the best uncle, I’d never allow that.

Bea (23:55)

Roos.

Roos (23:56)

Okay,maybe I’ll allow a little bit just because the gift he got Nikki is super cute and it’ll only make our girl look even cuter than she already is…but you sound tired,gorgeous. have you been sleeping well?

Bea (23:59)

Ah, you noticed that. I’m fine,I’m sleeping normally it’s just that the bar is so packed that I’m…waking up more tired than normal lol. But I promise you I’m fine.

Roos (00:00)

Hm,if you say so,pretty girl.

Bea (00:00)

I promise…Oh! There’s um, there’s another video I’ll send you…later. Just,well,maybe I’ll send it to you via email. We’ll see.

Roos (00:01)

Oh? Gorgeous, what are you planning?

Bea (00:02)

Nothing! Just…something I can’t tell you much yet. :3

His heart felt at peace just by this conversation, the blue light of his phone illuminated his face and the curve of his smile as he reread her texts over and over. The pang in his heart was still present but much less, he knew he’d go home soon and safe, he knew that his girls would be okay and he knew they wouldn’t be alone.

Neither Jake nor Bob messaged him these past weeks, the group chat barely active since they were out of the country right now so he just accepted the obvious: they’d be fine.

He’d be up for more time but his eyes started to droop, the tension from moments before dissipated into nothing as the words on the screen blurred together into unknown blobs of color. He just woke up more when he felt it vibrate in his hand with another message from Beatrice.

Bea (00:10)

Roos? Are you asleep? If you are, ignore this!!

He chuckled quietly,”You are so cute.” he whispered, “Cutest thing in the whole fuckin’ world,I swear.”

Roos (00:10)

Blacked out for a second gorgeous, nothing more. But I should sleep right now.

Bea (00:11)

Oh no! Am I keeping you awake? :( I’m sorry!

Roos (00:11)

Baby, of course not, you aren’t doing anything wrong. I promise you.

Bea (00:12)

Well,if you are tired Roos, pls sleep. I want you to have a good night of sleep and be alert for whatever is thrown at you!

Roos (00:13)

Ugh, you are so cute.I love you so much…but you are right,I’m going to hit the hay now…talk to you soon okay? I love you, please kiss Nikki for me.

Bea (00:13)

<3 I love you too,Roos. Stay safe and I will!!

Rooster smiled at his phone for a few more seconds before he dropped it back inside his bag, turning it off to save battery for the next few days. Once he did that and the whole area was darkened and silent, he turned on his side to have his left hand close to his face. The lack of light only made it harder for him to see his wedding ring but he didn’t mind, he turned it around his finger with his thumb for a few seconds until his eyes fluttered closed and he finally fell asleep.

There was always the weird feeling of waking up and not seeing Rooster and panicking for a brief second only to remember he was deployed. Beatrice sighs while on the bed, dropping her palm over her eyes with a groan as she rubs her face. She keeps her hands on her cheeks after rubbing the sleep off her eyes, only to keep her vision on the ceiling because she’s still one thread away from dreamland.

She was so happy to hear from Rooster, she knew he was busy and never complained how long it took for him to reply to her messages as long as he did so. Beatrice sighs, one of her hands reaching over to her phone to check the time “Yep, still five in the morning,” she mutters, yawning quietly before pushing herself to a sitting position to check the baby monitor app in Nicole’s room.

Her daughter was asleep still, thankfully, with a perfect starfish pose inside her crib with Ellie and Jack keeping her company lying by her crib. Beatrice smiles, closing the app and then checking her phone since she’d be busy with Nikki in a few minutes. There were no messages from Rooster, but she had one from Marcus who asked her how she was and apologized about the time since he had just returned from Greece and was getting used to the California time zone again.

Beatrice just typed a message back to him saying that he shouldn’t worry. Her cousins also got quiet, they didn’t block her but they were eerily silent since her outburst in their mother’s house, “Good, let’s keep it that way.”

She also checked the weather, thinking it’d be nice to take Nikki out that morning if the time was nice enough. From what she checked it wasn’t going to rain until late in the afternoon so she decided that after breakfast they could go out with the dogs to a park and enjoy themselves.

Beatrice furrows her brows however when she sees a message from Hannah. While the two weren’t on bad terms anymore it was strange to have her messaging suddenly, they weren’t that close after all.

Hey, can we meet up today? To talk?

Weird.

But Beatrice replied with “What time? I have to take care of my daughter so my time is limited.” she added an emoji at the end…then noticed that the message was sent seven hours ago and it was obvious that Hannah was asleep, “Sorry! I just saw the time you sent it! Ooops!” she hoped it wouldn’t bring anything bad out of her because of that mistake.

While on Instagram she saw that there were, again, more anon accounts and she couldn’t really bother trying to block them anymore since they always showed up no matter what.

While looking down at the gray icon she just…felt this anger. Why is this still happening and there was no resolution? No matter what they always come back, it’s been…about three years now? Almost four years since this has been happening, ever since she and Rooster got together.

Beatrice narrowed her eyes at the account, opening the dms to send them a message until the baby monitor app popped up on the screen to let her know that ‘NICOLE is awake!’ with a small video of Nikki wriggling her little arms as she breaks out of her slumber. Beatrice pauses, looking from the video to the account and sighs, “There are better things in my mind.” she says before blocking this account as well.

She just kicks the covers off, deciding to make them after breakfast, and marches to Nicole’s room. Eleanor and Jack are already up and about, with the youngest of the twins marching out of the room so his sister is the one in there with Beatrice until Jolene joins them as well, “Hi,Nikki,” she coos, seeing her daughter’s scrunched up face. She gasps softly seeing that the expression is identical to Rooster when he wakes up: squinty eyes, pursed lips and hair a mess. “Hi,sweetie, good morning.”

Nicole rubs her fists against her face in a feeble attempt to clean her eyes, “Okay,come on, up you go, let’s check you out and then give you breakfast yeah?” Nicole hums, much like Rooster did while waking up too, “God, you are so much like him already.”

After changing and cleaning Nicole and giving her the breakfast - which she was very eager to have - they walked downstairs to where the dogs were,lying next to the bouncer as usual. She greeted them after putting Nicole down and getting ready to prepare her own breakfast which she had no idea what it’d be.

Pancakes wouldn’t hurt but she feared it’d only make her miss Rooster way too much.

Thinking about him made a smile appear on her face though, because their conversation from yesterday was so fun and helped her own fears disappear. She felt a bit bad about lying to him that Nicole was okay with his absence, she wasn’t, not really but it has gotten better these past days and she’s not crying that much.

Staying with her nonni helped a lot too, her parents always made sure to give Nicole enough attention so she wouldn’t be so upset.

That and Rooster’s shirt that she left by the crib, that’s been helping Nikki too.

“Ah,Nikki,” she begins as she cracks two eggs in a bowl, “You have no idea how much you and your dad are similar, expression like, you know? I mean it’s like looking at a mirror when I look at you.”

And the fact that she had seen Bradley’s baby pictures and the similarity was on the nose.

Nicole babbled a bit, kicking her little legs as she tried to reach the mobile yet again but instead touched Eleanor’s pink snout when she sniffed her hand. Her daughter’s eyes were locked on Eleanor and she gurgled a giggle, this time gently touching the dog’s face, “And you love dogs too, just like him….and well, me too.” Beatrice grins, pouring some milk in her omelet before mixing a bit more, “...I just hope he gets home soon…and safe…he worries so much in his job. And it’s a dangerous one too.”

More babbling from Nicole.

“I mean, he’s also so good at what he does.” Beatrice smiles as the pan sizzles, “And he’s so smart and funny and sweet and–” and the dreamy sigh that escapes her mouth was enough to make her cheeks turn red, “And he still makes me feel like I’m floating everytime we talk.” she bites her lower lip, “It’s a shame we won’t be able to celebrate our anniversary though,I know he was so excited for it.” but she had something planned for the time their anniversary came up at least, so she could be excited for that.

Nicole babbles again, ‘ah’s’ and ‘oh’s’ followed by the constant gurgling only made Beatrice smile, “I agree,Nikki, your daddy needs to have something fun to come back to…and you’ll be a pretty big baby-well more than you already are- when he comes back.” she says, looking back at Nicole only to see her legs kicking and moving more, “Oh, before I forget we need to get you to your check up, we can take uncle Mikey with us! I just need to check with the clinic and make sure it’s scheduled.”

As she said that she heard her phone ping from upstairs and she couldn’t really leave the kitchen to get it - and for someone to send a message so early in the morning? Must’ve been important.- “Ellie, can you get my phone for me?” the white dog tilts her head at Beatrice, “The phone, you know?” she holds out her pinky and thumb to her ear, “This thing? You got my bag before but I need my phone now.”

Eleanor stares at her for a few more seconds before sprinting up the stairs to retrieve the phone. And she does retrieve the phone much to Beatrice’s surprise! It’s slobbery all over and the phone case has some dents because of Eleanor’s teeth but it’s working. “Thank you,Ellie!”

She wipes her phone the best she could and furrows her brows when sees that Marcus was the one who messaged her.

Marcus (06:15)

Darling! Can you come over by the studio today? I’d love to see you so we can discuss the new collection!

Bea (06:15)

Marcus, oh my god did you even sleep?

Marcus (06:16)

Of course! I am fine, my darling! But can you come over? Around morning?

Bea (06:16)

Well…I don’t know I…I have my baby with me and Rooster is deployed so I don’t know if that would be possible?

Marcus (06:17)

Darling! Bring the little one over!I want to meet her! :) plus she’ll have a little spot prepared just for her in any case. It’s just to sit down with you a bit.

Bea (06:18)

Sit down with me? But the last time we did this you didn’t have to sit me down?

Marcus (06:18)

Exactly,darling! :) can you come?

Bea (06:19)

Hmmm…okay, I think I can show up quickly. I can’t stay too long though.”

But Marcus was just glad to hear a ‘yes’ from Beatrice…even if the brunette was confused as to why he needed to see her so soon. “Well,” she says out loud, “Looks like you are meeting Marcus today,Nikki.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader

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the little landoscar in standing at your door gave me life and the fact that in your mind its canon that lando is a misdiagnosed carrier as well and oscar is too blind with fondness to notice he got him pregnant is just way too funny to me—it’s so them. also oscar’s mum taking one like at lando and going “buy a pregnancy test” takes me out. would love if you actually wrote a little story about it but in the end it’s totally up to you hihi.

also love the single dad charles idea, it’s so hilarious

A tiny snippet of unknowingly pregnant Lando spending the holidays with Oscar's family:

Lando has met Oscar's family before, at races and random McLaren events, but spending the holidays with Oscar's family in Australia is different. Bigger.

It's been an exhausting season. The last two months are a painful blur of jet lag and physical exhaustion and muscle aches and getting unprecedentedly weepy every time he or Oscar are on the podium. Oscar's dad picks them up from the airport, claps Lando on the shoulder and wraps his son in a bear hug that makes Lando coo and Oscar blush. He falls asleep in the backseat of the pickup truck, lulled into a drowsy state by the motion of the vehicle and Oscar's gentle voice telling his dad about the final race.

When they arrive at the house it's just past noon in Melbourne but it's the middle of the night in Monaco; Lando doesn't even manage to greet the rest of Oscar's family before he's out cold.

Lando wakes up a few hours later to an empty bed, disoriented by his surroundings. It's still light outside, and the sun streaming through the window highlights Piastri family photos on the wall. He grins at one of Oscar and his sisters at the zoo, posing like flamingos.

He follows the sound of voices downstairs where he's met with Oscar sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter talking to his mom who's posted at the stovetop.

"Oh hi Lando, dear! How did you sleep?"

"Hi Nicole." Lando steps around the counter into Oscar's mom's open arms pulling him into a hug. "That mattress is amazing."

"How was the flight? I bet you're feeling hungry."

Oscar snorts, makes room at the counter for Lando to join him. "Mum, you don't need to baby us."

"Yes I do, I don't care how fast you drive those cars, while you're under my roof you're still my baby. Oscar told me you don't like fish but you do like chicken tenders, so I made sure to pick some up at the grocery store. I'll pop some in the oven, how's that?"

"That sounds good, thank you."

"Of course, dear." Oscar's mom sets to preheating the oven, removing the frozen chicken tenders from the freezer, and arranging them on a tray while she asks Lando about Quadrant and his parents and plans for the rest of the holidays. The chicken tenders go in the oven and, soon, the kitchen is filled with the scent.

Lando's stomach turns. He must make a face because Oscar turns to look at him.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, just jet lag."

Oscar's mom glances at them before removing the tray from the oven. Lando catches another whiff of the chicken and gags the way he only ever does when faced with fish. Oscar rubs a hand up and down Lando's back, soothing him.

The tenders get plated and slid across the counter. Lando picks one up, aware of the way Oscar's mom scrutinizes him, and nibbles a bite out. He has to force himself not to spit the food out.

"Have you been having unprotected sex?"

At that question, Lando does spit out his food while Oscar turns bright red.

"Mum!"

Oscar's mom tuts. "Calm down, Oscar. I'm going to run to the pharmacy, I'll be back in half an hour. Your sisters should be around if you need anything." With that, she promptly exits the kitchen, fetches her purse, and heads out the front door.

"What was that all about, Osc?"

"How am I supposed to know?"

"Well she's your mum, isn't she?"

Oscar and Lando bicker for a minute before they're distracted again, resulting in an impromptu make-out session on Oscar's parent's couch. They break apart and shuffle to opposite sides of the couch when Oscar hears the front door opening and pushes himself off Lando.

Oscar's mom marches in and sets a box down on the coffee table. Lando leans in to inspect. It's a pregnancy test.

"There's no way Oscar's pregnant, he never tops–"

Oscar throws his hand over Lando's mouth. "Please don't talk about this in front of my mum. And I don't think it's for me."

"Is it for one of your sisters?"

The room is silent while Oscar and his mom stare at Lando with mirrored, unblinking expressions. A minute later, Lando connects the dots.

"Oh. Oh shit."

#HI ANON this came to me in one burst i don't know if it's any good but i hope you like #standing at your door

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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born to be my baby pt two | stranger things ; s.harrington

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CHAPTERS ;

one can be found by clicking. stranger things masterlist is here.

AUTHORS NOTES;

so this story also has me in a chokehold now along with my gareth emerson one. i have major plans. this is going to serve as my foray into writing the actual canon events -as close as I can, maybe with changes as needed. This came to me almost the second I hit post on the first part so I figured that since I was up and it was on my mind I might as well get it out.

You guys have seriously blown me away because I never post anything with any intent beyond getting it out of my head, so all the comments/likes/reblogs/reblogs with tags are just ahhhhh.. I'm so blown away every single time because it means the world to me.

SUMMARY;

-- You were born to be my baby And baby, I was made to be your man and sooner or later, we'll get there.

PAIRING;

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

( beyond female parts, outfit / personality / hairstyle descriptions given, reader is pretty much a blank slate.. to the best of my ability.)

WARNINGS;

swearing, mutual pining, friends to lovers with a kind of slow burn but not too slow. Upside Down and it's unholy terrors will be making appearances in this but things will be changed to fit my personal narrative as needed. Eventual filth maybe? Angst, so much angst and pining, ugh.

TAGLIST;

@aurumbelis @allelitesmut @aries-arcade @cole22ann @chieflawyerpastatoad @ebonybloom @hcloangcls @heyaitsklaudia @hoeshii @hotgirlsshareaccounts @icequeen1371 @krys-orion @letsbedragonstogether @louderfortheback @musichealsscars @oflavenderandevie @secretsicanthideanymore @scoobiessnacks @suits-and-smirks @thechoiceslookgrimm @untitledarea are the only people present on my taglist currently. If you'd like to be added, click the link up top or let me know, I'll add you.

OTHER STUFF;

Reader is the same age as Steve. Both are 18+ here. Reader has her own place / is independent from her family, thus making this also a found family fic eventually (ie, the gang adopts her, haha). The Upside Down / events will occur here BUT BUT.. no deaths most likely and things miiight be changed if needed.

– later that night

“Carol and Nicole are still bitchy, I see.” you muse as Robin laughs and shrugs. “Mhm. They still think they run Hawkins too.” and you laugh about that. “Yeah, I got that vibe from Carol earlier. They were saying shit about Steve working in Scoops Ahoy, I think? Then they noticed me and started that whole fake nice thing they’re soooo good at.” you turn into the parking lot behind the bar and pull into the parking space with a big yellow 02 spraypainted in between the lines.

Robin’s gazing at the building hesitantly. You giggle softly. “Look, I know it looks sketchy but.. The guy who owns the bar actually gave me a huge deal? Especially when I told him I’d do most of the legwork in painting and stuff in my unit. He takes off like, ten or fifteen percent of the rent? And he didn’t ask too many questions when I came in to look at the place, so.. I’m not complaining, honestly.” you take a drag of your cigarette and thump it out of your window, stepping on it when you get out of your car, crushing it beneath your shoe. You shut the car door with your hip and Robin shuts the door on her side. “Aren’t you gonna lock the car?” she asks.

You palm your face and double back, opening the door and locking it, then reaching across to do the same with her door. She’s lingering close, shuffling her sneakers against the pavement. You catch up to her and the two of you make your way up the back stairwell quickly. Not quite quick enough, as you happen to come in on the tail end of a fight that spills over into the little hallway, one of the bikers who frequents the bar settling in a drunken heap at your feet. You smush yourself against the wall and Robin does the same and the two of you make a break for it.

“Is it always like this?” Robin asks as you turn the corner and start up the second flight of stairs that it takes to get to your apartment. She spots the bright red door from the top of the stairwell and smirks, nodding to it. “Your door, I’m guessing?”

You laugh and nod. “Gus, he’s the owner. Said he’s gonna let everybody paint the door whatever color they want. Gonna let ‘em do their own thing because he can’t be bothered to hire anyone.”

“And that one contractor in town only takes on high paying jobs. Apparently, he’s the one who put in Steve’s pool. I know because he came in and asked Steve how the heated pool was.” she’s telling you all about it as you unlock your door. Robin steps in behind you and her eyes are darting around as she grins. “Yeah, this is definitely your apartment.”

“Oh yeah?” you purr as you reach down and slip a finger down into the back of the heel you’re wearing, lifting your foot to let it settle on the floor. You take off the other heel and flex your toes, glaring at the shoes. “I am.. Not entirely sure those were the best purchases I’ve ever made.”

Robin’s snickering because you’ve got Richie Sambora front and center on the wall over your second hand couch. “Richie? Of all the men you could’ve put here, you have Richie Sambora?”

“Look at him!” you gesture at the framed print. Robin laughs when she turns and finds herself faced with a piece of leopard print cloth you’d gotten from the general store downtown and tacked up as a curtain to separate your bedroom and bathroom from the front of the apartment and the clear beads tacked over the top of it.

“Oh that. That’s where the magic doesn’t happen. Yet.” you laugh and wave a hand at the area dismissively as you start to take out the groceries you’d stopped to get on the way back from picking up Robin in preparation for the weekend ahead of you both.

“Wow, since when do you cook?”

“Robbie, c’mon.. Since we were eleven, at least. Remember?” “I remember a lot of visits from Hawkins Fire.” Robin retorts, making you pout. “Yeah?” you poke out your tongue, “Well, I got into it, it’s actually kinda relaxing. Still set shit on fire though, bite me.” you pout a little as you admit it to her.

“I thought so.”

“Hafuckingha, Robbie.”

“You’re painting a wall red?”

You glance over at Robin as she peeks into your bedroom and bathroom. You laugh and nod. “Mhm. I found some of that peel and stick leopard print drawer liner, that’s gonna go up too.” you drag a hand through your hair, “Unless I buy a huge frame and frame it.”

“Woman, what the hell?” Robin gestures to the chair sitting at your crowded vanity that’s loaded down with clothes. You laugh. “Gotta fix the hanging rod in the closet, apparently, it was not equipped or prepared for my clothes. I uh..Err.. I may have a problem?” you laugh it off sheepishly. You flip the light switch and Robin turns in a circle in the small bedroom that’s mostly taken up by your king sized mattresses. The bed frame pissed you off so it’s currently propped on the wall next to the bathroom door. She nods to the door. “That’s the bathroom, huh?”

“It’s tiny.” you warn as she disappears inside. Robin calls out through the closed door, “It’s the size of a closet!”

“I know!” you laugh as you flop down onto the bed, taking off the stockings you’d worn with your outfit for the day. After that, you took off the earrings and all your bracelets, the necklaces and your leather jacket, tossing the jacket at the chair. You’ve just started grabbing your favorite satin pajama shorts and the matching top and robe when Robin steps out. “I’m glad I’m not claustrophobic.”

“That’s what I said. But..” you step into the bathroom to change and take off your makeup, the door cracked so you can still talk, “It’s my space. At least now I don’t have to deal with Bob and Melanie and their excuses. Now they don’t have to bother making excuses, either. It works for everybody. Honestly, I’m surprised, “ you wet a black washcloth and pour some astringent into it, squishing until there’s a bit of foam coming through the rag, “That they said they’d help out with money if I need it?”

You step out of the bathroom and into the bedroom and Robin’s made herself at home, flopped across the bed, reading one of your issues of Cosmopolitan. “They did, huh?”

“Yeah, when they won that money and we moved, they really surprised me, they were very free with the money.” you shrug it off, grimacing. “Anyway, that doesn’t matter. How’s Hawkins High? What’s been going on since I left. I mean, I was shocked when I found out they were opening a mall here.”

Robin laughs, raising to sit. “Yeah. Well, the highlight of the moment is the mall. It’s still boring as hell. Oh.. That note I said I’d give Tammy?”

You smile, your face lighting up only to fall when Robin frowns. “I didn’t.”

“Why the hell not, woman?”

“Well I mean… We don’t exactly live in a friendly place for… ya know.. My kind.”

You sigh and nod. “Yeah, makes sense I guess. Did you at least talk to her?”

Robin cringes and you groan quietly, shaking your head. Robin pouts. “I tried, okay? I tried.”

“Yeah, I know. Didn’t she move to Tennessee or something to try singing?”

“She did.” Robin laughs and you cringe about it. “Why, I’ll never know. I know you were in love with her but like.. Your girl could not sing.”

“Yeah, she really couldn’t.”

“Okay, so what about new prospects?”

Robin shrugs. “I’ve been busy between work and school and band.”

“Yeah.” you smile, nodding.

“So what’d you and Steve talk about earlier during your smoke break?”

You shrug. “Nothing, really.”

The lights flicker and the two of you share a look, your breath catching in your throat. You hate blackouts, the dark in general. And you hate it so much more when there’s bad weather as the cause. “I hope this storm doesn’t get as bad as they were saying on the radio on the way in.”

“Me too.”

The sounds of rowdy hard rock music and laughter and swearing drifts up through the floorboards and when the power goes out entirely, you can just faintly hear the patrons of the bar below raising hell about it. Thunder rattles the window and you and Robin jump a little.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. I’ve got candles and a flashlight.” the two of you make your way out into the kitchen and living room of the apartment and you find your flashlight and the box of matches. You and Robin go around lighting as many candles as you can and sink back down on the couch with the box of pizza you’d brought on the way sitting on the table in front of the sofa. And the topic of conversation turns back to school and people you knew or people Robin’s met in your absence.

“There’s a guy who lives in Forest Hills. He’d love you so much, holy shit, I mean.. You’re probably just his type. His name is Eddie.”

“Wait.. Eddie Munson, right?” you ask, laughing softly.

“Yeah! Wait, when did you meet him?”

“Well, you know I’ve always been nocturnal. We used to uh.. Wander around at night when everybody else was asleep. He’s sweet but like.. That spark isn’t there.”

“You mean the spark you feel around a certain dingus?”

“Hey, whoa.. He’s pretty, okay? Let’s not..” you take a bite of your slice of pizza and swallow it, “Let’s not go saying anything that serious. Besides, isn’t he dating that girl? Norah, Nelly… Nancy, that’s her name…”

“No, that ended last year. She’s dating some guy named Jonathan now.” Robin takes a bite of her pizza and shrugs. You laugh. “Then he’s got girls on top of girls on top of girls. Y’know I’m not his type.”

“Yeah, that’s what I told him earlier when he was asking a thousand questions.” Robin’s kind of giggling when she says it, searching your face for a reaction of some kind. You bite your lip and you try to stay quiet, you try to act casual, but in the end, your curiosity wins out. “What’d he ask?”

“I knew it!”

“Hey, I’m just curious what he’s asking about me.” you shrug it off and finish the slice of pizza up to the crust, sitting the crust in the box to grab another piece. You take a bite and wait.

“He was asking who you were. Then I told him and he remembered? And he was asking if you were dating anybody, stuff like that.” Robin’s smirking when you nearly choke on your pizza, reaching out to hit you between the shoulders. “Don’t die on me, he’s just a mere dingus.”

“Ha ha.” you gasp the word out, laughing. “What’d he remember?”

“More than I would’ve ever given the guy credit for noticing, truth be told.”

“Such as?”

“The red cardigan you always wore? The way it covered your fingers? You doodled on your test papers, too. He remembered that.”

You giggle. “Yeah, I think that day the teacher let us grade each other’s papers, he got mine. I covered the one side in leopard dots and little hearts and stuff.”

“You’re not over him, are you?”

You shrug. “Maybe? Maybe not? I..” you trail off, biting your lip as you try to figure out the answer for yourself because you’re not really sure yet. “I dunno, to be honest. I mean I thought I was over him but then I saw him today and even in that stupid fucking uniform.” you fan yourself and Robin pretends to gag.

“He’s not that bad. I got the feeling when we talked the little bit we did talk earlier while we were smoking out back of the mall that he’s kinda like… Lonely?”

Robin groans and palms her face. “Be careful, you know how those guys are. I know he’s not that bad, but.. He is a dingus.”

“I know how they can be, but like… I dunno” you lean back into the sofa and let out a dramatic sigh. Robin nods to the Richie Sambora picture and laughs. “You kinda have a type.”

“Huh?”

“Well, Richie kinda has the hair situation Steve’s got going on. So do half of these other guys you have hanging up all over, come to think of it.” Robin’s teasing you and you pout, sticking your tongue out at her.

“So he was asking about me, huh?” you mumble, mostly to yourself. Robin laughs and whacks you with one of the throw pillows you’d covered in black velvet fabric. “Hey! It was just a question, I’m not thinking about doing anything…”

But you kind of are. You just don’t know what exactly.

Friends. Maybe you could try being the guy’s friend. He certainly seemed like he needed those if the shit Carol was whispering to Nicole about him earlier were anything to go by.

“I know that look, ___. You are.”

You shake your head, despite knowing damn well that yeah, maybe you are. “Maybe you could cut him some slack too?” you give her the smallest pleading look. “He just looked down earlier? Not himself, I dunno. Like Steve was always a mile a minute, Mr. Smooth talker and tonight he just… Wasn’t?” you look at her and she grumbles. “Fine. I’ll try.”

You smile a little.

“You.. do not go diving headfirst though, alright?”

You nod. Her advice makes sense.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay.”

“I mean it.” Robin repeats, firmer.

“Okay, alright! I swear. I’ll even pinky promise.” you hold out your pinky, linking with Robin’s.

–( steve’s house )

The phone rings and it cuts through the combination of big empty house and loud noisy mind. When he picks up and he hears the pop and hiss of static from the Camp Knowwhere payphone, Steve chuckles and grins. “Henderson, hey buddy.”

“Hey! How’s it going?”

“It’s going, man. You know me, always busy.” Steve says it, but in reality, he’s flipping through old yearbooks. He spots the picture of you in the 83 year book and he’s biting his lip. Trying to figure out which version of you he prefers. He remembers you a lot better now than he realized. He actually had a little bit of a crush on you at the beginning of the year, but then Nancy Wheeler caught his eye and he just kind of shoved that out of his head.

Carol always used to pick on you and it always used to piss him off.

To be fair, it always bothered him when Carol would start picking on anyone, but he remembers you specifically because it was one of the first times he ever voiced how it made him feel before he could stop himself from saying it.

“Steve?”

“I’m here, Henderson. Just ah..” he laughs and stands, pacing the living room with the phone in his hand and the cord near to wrapping his tall and muscular frame. “Just looking through yearbooks.”

“Ah, so you miss Hawkins High already, hm?”

“No, no. I was looking for a girl. I saw her earlier today in the mall? She used to live here but she moved or something and now she’s moved back.” he rubs his forehead. “Anyway, I just wanted to see something.”

“Uh huh, sure.”

“It’s not like that, Henderson.”

“Sure. You’re Steve Harrington, buddy. I know you. I know it has to be something. Did you talk to her? What’d she say?”

“Hey, whoa.. How about you tell me about how camp’s going so far, huh? I wanna hear all about it.”

Steve falls back against an expensive sofa and reclines his legs over the back of it. Laughing as Dustin starts to tell him about his camp girlfriend Suzy and the fact that they’re letting them build robots and they’re going to launch rockets on the last day. And Steve is smiling, laughing. Listening to Dustin because he feels a lot less lonely.

He has somebody to talk to right now, when his mind just won’t shut up.

He can talk to Dustin and the house doesn’t seem so big or so empty. And the kid’s fast become like the little sibling he never got to have.

He’s hesitant to tell Dustin this, of course, but it goes without saying.

As soon as he hangs up with Dustin, he’s flipping through the annual again, looking for a sneaky candid. Anything else that’ll give him another glimpse of you. And towards the back, he finds it. It’s a picture of you and Robin at a school carnival, in the face painting booth. The smile on your face makes him smile a little and as soon as he realizes it, he slams the yearbook shut and places it back into the cardboard box.

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader fanfiction #steve harrington x reader imagine #steve harrington x fem!reader imagine #steve harrington x fem!reader fanfiction

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This is gonna be bulleted and short bc I have trouble writing long stuff without overdoing analyzing, this is the dancole thing - DD anon

Nicole is seen at multiple points manipulating Dante in different ways. Specifically gaslighting, bodyshaming, and threats, as well as just regular emotional manipulation. She essentially refuses to let Dante break up with her. Every time he tries he gets a different tactic.

The first clip I found was Nicole turning Dante’s gentle attempt to breakup into bodyshaming him. He says “I can’t see this working out in the future” and she responds by agreeing because he’s gained weight and being all around difficult, resulting in his attempt to break up failing.

The second clip was Nicole saying she loves him, emotionally manipulating Dante into not wanting to leave her when he tries to break up with her. Dante doesn’t want to hurt her, but she refuses to let him leave her even when he tries to.

The third clip was them on what looked like a date at Love-love para, where she says, and I quote, “if you’re hiding something horrible, you should just tell me now so I don’t have to hunt you down and hurt you later.” She was correct he was hiding something, but she had no idea he was cheating at this point, this was purely based off him acting a bit odd. This is also in public, so I’d have no problem seeing Nicole using worse threats behind closed doors.

Also, considering the girls are all automatically on Nicole’s side when they find out about cheating, and Katelyn’s own disregard of her treatment of Travis, it’s not unlikely to say he may have tried to say something to someone and was promptly told he was either lying or exaggerating.

I think what should’ve happened, if I have to still make use of it for character development, use it to further Zane’s “not a bad person, just cold” thing.

Dante and Zane are roommates in LLP. Dante canonically talks to him about his relationship problems. If Nicole were to try and use his being unfaithful to manipulate him into something else, Zane would be a good person to help him.

Zane’s not a nice person. He’s not warm and he’s not really kind most of the time. But he is not the type of person to recognize abuse and not say anything about it. He won’t do anything until he has to because he hasn’t been asked to do anything.

When Zane bluntly calls her out for what she’s doing, Nicole would likely object and say he’s lying or Dante’s making it up, except Zane has no motives around him. Dante wouldn’t need to alienate Nicole from Zane and Zane doesn’t have anything against her.

Zane would also get solid backup from others, because Garroth knows his baby brother, Aaron knows Dante, (screw canon) Aphmau is not someone who’d call a victim a liar without proper proof, and obviously Travis isn’t going to call Dante a liar.

Katelyn would be the only one to side with Nicole, which could also be used to point out her continued physical abuse of Travis. Either she can lose her friend group, or she can admit that Nicole is abusive and that she herself needs to stop using physical violence to release her anger.

tw / abuse and extremely toxic relationships

while obviously it’s an issue with dante and nicole, i feel like almost every single one of the relationships in aphverse are just a mess of lowkey abusive behaviors. especially travlyn and dancole.

i think it all roots back to jess and her own relationship situation and probably the media she’s consumed over the years that make her view these borderline abusive relationships as love.

i think it’s just awful that we have characters such as katelyn and nicole who are presented as the tough girl stereotype, the ones who like don’t take any shit, but they’re not “tough” girls, they’re just mean and hurtful and SERIOUSLY rooted in the “i’m not like other girls” character type.

and yes i know this ask is about dante and nicole and i didn’t even realize the stuff she said/did that was just horrible but katelyn really is just Awfully written. she’s mean and just punches people?? all the time?? and i don’t remember too much of dante and nicole i won’t lie but it seems she isn’t too far off from katelyn’s writing…

#aphmau #minecraft diaries #aphmau minecraft diaries #aphmau mcd #mystreet #aphmau mystreet #aphverse #aphmau dante #aphmau nicole #aphmau travis #aphmau katelyn #travlyn #dancole #aph criticism

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rainbowcolored7 · 2 years

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TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER

Tagged by @evil-moonlight Thanks doll!

I think I've been tagged by a few others for this and I'm sorry I never got around to it! I'm going to be going through and trying to respond to the ones I've missed, but if anyone wants to tag me again feel free!

Favorite Color: Cerulean blue, baby/hot pink and bright yellow has been growing on my for a while now.

Currently reading: Uh, well, I think the last actual book I picked up was the first in the Shadow & Bone series, but as I usually do with books I got distracted by fic and fandom things. I have been meaning to go back and reread (and finish reading) all of Cherie Priest's novels, but they're all packed away in boxes in my storage unit unfortunately. If you're into zombies, supernatural themes, and steampunk I HIGHLY recommend reading her stuff because it's fucking amazing.

Fanfiction wise I'm making my way through @godotismissingx -Bedroom Hymns series for like the fourth time - https://archiveofourown.org/series/2475169

@kinnsporsche True North https://archiveofourown.org/works/39011805/chapters/97582617

And of course anxiously waiting every day for updates on @yeetlegay Fake Love and Hennessy https://archiveofourown.org/works/39083298/chapters/97769772 and @luckydragon10 A King's Tree https://archiveofourown.org/works/39298218/chapters/98339034

(I just spent an hour fighting tumblr to get the coding to work to do click through links and it still isn't working idk so sorry about that...)

Last song: Well, this is difficult to answer because I'm currently listening to music so I'll just name the few songs I've been listening to obsessively for the past week etc. Hindi Sad Diamonds - John Leguizamo, Nicole Kidman & Alka Yagnik from Moulin Rouge (yes this is entirely Tong's fault from the world tour, thank you sir), Always Remember Us This Way - Lady Gaga (it's kimchay and it hurts and I love the pain), Small Doses - Bebe Rexha (ofc a kp video turned me onto this one), Smother Me - Kelaska and OF COURSE Why Don't You Stay by Jeff Satur because, I mean, come on.

Last Series: Working my way through a 3rd/2nd and a half rewatch of The Devil Judge (I never finished my second rewatch), um, KinnPorsche of course, that one is just a constant. Also watching My Liberation Notes, but I had to to take a break because every single character in that show is so damn depressed and human that it really brings me down to the dirt and I was getting a bit too sad. When I can finally tear myself away from all my wips I'm really looking forward to watching the newest season of Virgin River (yeah, I know, don't look at me like that. It's sweet and wholesome and corny and hetero but it's yummy okay).

Last movie: Went and saw Thor Love and Thunder with the fam sunday evening. It was predictable, very marvel (derogatory), but I laughed a lot and it was a fun watch. Oh, and I watched Moana again last night as well because I heard Jeff Satur's cover of How Far I'll Go and promptly cried and lost my entire mind. Go ruin your life and listen to it right now. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ex_NRs9VyNw

Currently working on: Oh gawd please don't make me say it... several vid edits on the backburner, peteporsche fic, lawyer!kinn assistant!porsche fic request by @moerusai , kp fantasy royal au, the haunting of Theerapanyakul house (a haunting of hill house vegaspete au) for the lovely @liyazaki , another armpol fic, the kp greaser!era fic and Vegas character study I may or may not be giving up on 'cause the sparks just aren't hitting right, AND several pieces of artwork. *cries in not enough time*

No pressure tags - Everyone I mentioned above! As well as @acacia-luna-royal @ahdriking @omarandjohnny @mematryoshkame @minisculecosmos @suga4mycoffee

Pretty sure that's more than nine but I cannot count. ❤️

#personal #my stuff #tagged meme #aannddd the coding issues and my lack of answering shortly is why i have a hard time doing these lol #sorry guys!#kinnporsche

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stilldancewithyou · 2 years

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heyy I've just read, well I actually have read a lot of your analysis about the summer I turned pretty and they are honestly so good, I'm in love with them. Anyway, I've just read the one about how Belly feels about sex and how it is played in the books and I must say you're so right about it, it is so necessary to show representation of this, I have always felt the same way as her about it, so it's really something to see this and and as you say it's so importnt to tell girls that it's okay to be like Belly (and as you say the media doesn't seem interested anymore in telling this experiences or when they do it's more treated as an embarassing thing or as you being a prude and a loser so yeah same thoughts as you on that matter) love your blog btw 🥰

aww thank you so much, you're too kind!

I'm so glad I'm not the only one who feels this way! One of the things about the show that I disliked the most was how it covered this topic but to be fair they didn't really cover it. First of all most of the girls besides Nicole are only 16! that's soo young. they're practically babies still.

The scene after the volleyball tournament, before the skinny dipping scene really annoyed me. I hated how every single girl made Belly feel so humiliated and awful about the fact that she had never done anything. It just felt kinda cringey to watch cause they could clearly tell she was uncomfortable and it made me feel secondhand embarrassment for her. At that point I was like these girls are bitch ass hoes! I don't like them anymore! the deb scene is for sheep! and then of course when they left them naked and alone out there in the dark it just confirmed that. I really appreciated that Taylor noticed how Belly was feeling and like stood up for her though. Idk the whole scene was just kinda weird to me. I know it was supposed to be reminiscent of the scene in the 3rd book when Belly is at college and she plays "never have I ever" with her college friends but I almost wished they had left it out. and then the fact that Belly's big car make out scene with Jeremiah happens almost directly after this also bothered me because I couldn't even enjoy the moment between them cause I was too busy cringing. like the fact that she's clearly feeling bad about being inexperienced and the girls made her feel like she needs to do stuff and now she's all over Jere...I couldn't properly enjoy it. I know those scenes happened in that order for a reason and all but I just...the way things happened there just had me:

I just hope in season 2/3 they show some open and honest conversations between her and both guys about it. Netflix fucked it up in TATBILB so I'm really hoping Jenny Han will let TSITP unfold the way the book does. And let's be honest. if belly fucks both brothers it will really not be a good look for her at all. And I really believe focusing on the emotional connections is what made the book so effective and is what made Belly and Conrad's dynamic so effective. Don't get me wrong, I love seeing the physical connection scenes too. But building up the emotional connection and anticipation and makes the physical parts hit sooo much better.

The representation is so important for young girls, to show Belly the way book Belly is, and how sex is such a big deal to her, and also to show her having healthy conversations with the boys about it too and how they understand how she feels and respect it! Young girls really need to see it. there wasn't even any of that when I was sixteen in shows. Idk why we have to be out here sexualizing 16 year olds all the time in this society but here we are.

#tsitp #tsitp spoilers #the summer i turned pretty #belly conklin #jeremiah fisher #conrad fisher #it's like 1 am and i'm pretty sure my thoughts have stopped making sense and this came out kinda aggressive lol

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messyworldxx · 1 year

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Bienvenue!

Hello and welcome to my life!

My name is Nicole Aubrey B. Canarias or you can just call me Nics or Coli. My birthday is May 16, 2001, born and raised at Muntinlupa City. My father's name is Jude Canarias and my mom's is Jeannelyn Canarias. My Papa said " Naku, napakaiyakin mo nung bata ka pa!" I was a crybaby but also the favorite one. I am the first girl grandchild that's why my aunts and uncles were always excited to see and take care of me.

After a month of getting married, my mom decided to leave me and my Papa. I was three years old during that time and I do not remember anything. Yet, I can still remember how Papa cried every night for years asking what went wrong. How he went home drunk and tired from work and still managed to wash my school uniforms. He was the proof that dads can be moms too!

Growing up, I was the achiever and competitive type of child. Before, I thought that if I bag all the medals and trophies, my mama will go back. I joined all the contests that I can, won all the trophies that I deserved, I wore all the medals and pinned all the awards during recognitions days, but she never came back. However, seeing how my Papa worked hard, he was also my motivation. I wanted to give back and make him proud. My papa is always present during my recognition and graduation days. He was there to make sure that I feel validated and complete.

When I was 6 years old, my Papa worked abroad to support my studies and give me a better quality of life. It was one of the hardest moment of my life. I was very dependent to Papa and that moment all I was thinking of was I am left with no one. But, I was wrong. He left me with my grandparents, aunts, and uncles. I am loved by everyone around me ever since. Holidays without Papa were one of the saddest ones. I don't get to kiss him some Christmas days, and I don't get to watch fireworks with him during New Years. My father was a hero. He sacrificed his happiness to give me the best of life. Growing up, I was very friendly. I love dancing and playing volleyball. I discovered my hobbies through joining the varsity team and competing on dance competitions.

I grew up very close to my family, especially to my cousins. We are a very tight knitted family. I grew up seeing how love works through them. I am an only child, that's why my cousins are my siblings. My Papa was very strict with me going out, and that's the reason why my cousins were my playmates. I didn't had a fun childhood but I was very well loved by my family. I am the oldest female grandchild and I make it to the point that my cousins know that they will always have a safe space in me. I make sure that I am present during the most especial moments of their lives and that they know how grateful I am to have them.

Until, I had my monthly check up and the doctor told me that I was positive for pregnancy test. I was with my father that time and we were both speechless. I still cannot believe what I was hearing. Anyway, when we got home, I didn't hear a single word from Papa. I told the father and he was happy and ready to face the responsibilities with me. I was happy but sad at the same time because again, I disappointed my Papa. The dad went to our house and asked Papa if we could live together. Papa agreed because of course he needed to take care of me. While pregnant, I loved eating fruits! February 4, 2020, I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. I named him Arch Gabriel because he was the one who delivered the good news of the Lord to me. He was my wake up call that God listens and answers your prayers in His time.

He is my everything. Carrying him was the best feeling I ever felt my whole life. It is no match to winning any competitions, bagging all the medals and trophies, etc. Giving birth to Arch is the best thing that ever happened to me. He loved crying until midnight and drinks milk non- stop. He was so small and vulnerable. It felt surreal having a child who is now depending on me. I still do not have the right words to describe Arch. Watching him grow is my favorite thing to do. Witnessing him learn new things from babbling, to holding his own bottle, to crawling, and walking. It still makes me cry thinking how he is 3 years old already!

However, there are times when I still feel overwhelmed by the thought of being a mother. I never had a memory with my biological mom growing up and it scares me the most. I wanted to be the best mom for Arch but I didn't had any idea before because I never saw my mom to be one, not even once. But, seeing how Arch grows, it amazes me how I was able to do everything while enduring the pressure, pain, negative thoughts, and the struggles of being a first time parent. Arch is a very playful kid and the moment my Papa saw him, everything became okay. He adored Arch. They were inseparable! They were best friends. It seems like all the disappointments and heartaches that I caused him was wiped away by Arch's precious smile!

My Papa loved him more than he loved me. I know because all he thought and talked about was Arch. He adored Arch and you can see it by the way he looks at him. My Papa was my best friend and my everything. He understood how I was struggling and he stayed with me during the happiest and darkest moments of my life. April 28, 2021, something happened that changed my life. He was hospitalized due to stroke and it was one of the most painful moments in my life. Seeing how vulnerable he was, how I wished I could have done something to lessen the pain that he was feeling during that time. The next day, less than 24 hours, April 29,2021, he died. My best friend died. I am now all alone. He left and he will never come back. I feel like my heart's going to explode during his internment. I cannot explain the feeling that I felt during that time. It was so painful that I have no words to describe it. He was all that I had. He was my mom and my dad, my anchor, my everything.

Since then, everything's not the same anymore. I started getting scared of things that are unreal. I always think that the people that I love will eventually leave me and that thought kept me awake for three straight days. I told that to my aunts and they were alarmed by it. They had me checked by a licensed professional doctor, and also referred me to a counselor. I was diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder and Abandonment Issue. I am very open about mental health issues, that's why I did not had a hard time accepting the diagnosis. But, it served as a wake up call that I still have my Arch that depends on me. I was prescribed sleeping pills which I did not depended on, the counselor asked me to write everything down and burn it to pieces. Honestly, I still cannot believe that I was able to overcome that part of my life.

November, 2021 came and I was able to enroll again. I was very happy since I know that it was Papa's only dream; that his only child will be able to finish her studies. I excelled in my subjects and joined competitions that I am passionate about, like Declamation Contests. It is never easy and it will never be. From waking up early to go to school, doing school works, taking care of Arch, working from 8pm to 5am. Don't get me wrong, we are financially stable and capable but I love working because I like the thought of having my own hard earned money. I miss having eight hours of sleep! Yet, I know that all of these struggles will be worth it in His perfect time. I am confident that my child, Arch, will be able to have the best quality of life because of my hard work. I am sure that Papa is very proud up there that he indeed raised a wonderful and strong woman.

From that little crybaby to the woman that I am now, I am indeed proud that I was able to endure everything with the help of God, my friends, and my family. I am the woman that I am now because I can face the challenges that life throws at me. I believe that there is no such thing that we cannot overcome. It's our mind that gives us ideas, strength, and wisdom, but it will always be our hearts that will save us from everything. When you surrender everything to Him, everything will be in its perfect designated place. I am still learning, growing, and adapting to this so-called life. I am excited to face the challenges that life will throw at me with grace!

Again, this is Nics! See you around, everyone!

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Something Good (Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader) Part 55

Happy Sunday Everyone! I am spending the last day of my long weekend curled up in my chair and typing like a mad woman! I figure the main series has possibly three parts left maybe? I would love to write a bunch of one-shots to fill in the gaps in their story, so feel free to send in ideas of things you want me to write about for our favorite couple!

~J~

Summary: Things take an interesting turn the following morning that leads to a major but important discussion.

Read the previous parts here

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Your eyes fluttered open to the light pouring in through the large window to your side. It took you a minute to recognize your surrounding in the light of day. After traveling so much lately, it felt like you were waking up in a new place every day. This time, however, you finally felt like you were home…

His arms were wrapped tightly around you with his face nestled into your hair against your neck. One of his legs was tucked in between yours pinning you to the bed. Sensing you stirring, he adjust his position. When his arm wrapped around your hip to pull you closer to him, you couldn’t help but smile as he was draped around you as if you were his own personal body pillow.

The familiar ache between your thighs brought back the memories from last night. All the longing had been released during fourmind-blowing rounds of earth-shattering sex. Things had been amazing that night together in your bedroom in London, but it didn’t compare to being apart for so long and no longer holding a single part of yourself back from him.

After ruining dinner, the two of you had gone for two rounds in his bed before deciding that you really should eat something soon.

“Pizza or Chinese?”

You reached over and turned on the bedside lamp since it had already become dark in his bedroom since the two of you stumbled into it hours ago. Tom was lying on his back beside you with his arm over his eyes. Still trying to steady his breathing in between pants, he glanced up at you finally as his eyes adjusted to the light.

“You honestly expect me to make a rational decision on anything right now?”

His head fell back against the bed once again as you laughed at him.

“Pizza it is. I know the best place that still delivers this late. My treat.”

That was enough to get his attention as he rolled up onto his side.

“This was supposed to be a date, remember? You will not be paying for dinner, love.”

“Technically, I would still be using your money, Hiddleston. It’s just coming from my account instead of yours.”

“Baby, it’s not up for discussion. Your logic is not going to work this time.”

With a smirk, you lowered your phone and narrowed your eyes as he gave you the look that dared you to challenge him.

“I’ll do that thing with my tongue again…”

“I’ll go get your purse!”

He didn’t even bother to get dressed first before racing into the kitchen to retrieve the bag from the island. The sight was both hysterical and sexy as your laughter echoed through the house. Once dinner was ordered and paid for, with your card, he slipped on a pair of lounge pants and tossed his shirt at you. Before long, the two of you were curled up together on the couch enjoying the pizza and another round of beers as you showed him pictures on your cell of the adventures you went on during the time apart. Leaning you forward slightly, he reached over for the pizza box on the coffee table beside him and grabbed another slice before letting you lean back against his chest between his legs once more. The next one was a video and you turned and grinned at him.

“Okay, maybe I was a little unsafe, but the company had great reviews and all the correct permits.”

His eyebrows knitted together with concern as he took a bite and stared at you. When you pressed play, Scarlett appeared on the screen.

Tom, I’m so sorry. I really hope you never see this video. I tried to talk her out of it, but you know how that goes. So yeah… sorry!

Tom watched in horror as she flipped the camera back around to show you standing on the edge of a bridge with two men strapping your feet into something. Just before it clicked what was taking place, he watched you hold your arms out and wink at the camera before falling backwards off the bridge only to see you bounce back up again with a delightful scream.

He nearly choked on the pizza.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N! YOU WENT BUNGEE JUMPING?!”

You looked up to find him tightly pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to control his breathing.

“Have you lost your damn mind? Does your mother know about this!?”

“Hell no! Like I’m going to tell her something like that. She would freak out worse than you.”

Setting your phone down, you turned in his lap to face him.

“As you can see, I am perfectly fine. Nothing happened other than the biggest adrenaline rush of my life.”

“Baby, you really are going to be the death of me, you know that right?”

Smiling at him, you leaned in for a kiss.

“I love you too, Hollywood.”

Between the kiss and the sight of you straddling his lap wearing his shirt, he was distracted from the thought of you plunging off a bridge with the start of round three. Round four took place sometime just before dawn when you woke up a very sleepy Tom to fulfill your previous promise of repeating the thing that turned him into puddy during round two. Much to your delight, he immediately returned the favor.

Reaching over to your cell, you realized it was already after 9am. With Bobby now able to let himself outside as needed, you both were able to sleep in later. Just as you tried to slide out of the bed, Tom’s eyes shot open in a panic as he tightened his grip on you. You ran your fingers through his hair kissed his cheek.

“Just going to the bathroom, babe.”

With a grunt he loosened his hold on you and let you leave.

“Two minutes or I’m coming to find you and dragging you back to this bed, Georgia.”

You had just gotten your hair wet when you felt two arms wrap around your waist and a sultry voice in your ear.

“Morning, Gorgeous.”

“I knew you’d come find me when you heard the shower turn on.”

He started to let his hands roam as he kissed your neck.

“Is that so, love? You know me too well…”

Just when he started to get really handsy, you grabbed his wrists with a chuckle.

“Down boy. After last night, she’s on a break.”

With a sigh, he left a kiss on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your waist. You turned to face him and cupped his face in your hands.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby. I promise. We have time.”

Tom stared into your eyes and seemed to relax a little more. His entire demeanor changed into one of less urgency and more calm and in the moment. While he was taking his turn under the showerhead to wash the shampoo from his hair, you heard the faint sound of the doorbell.

“I think someone’s at the door, babe.”

He seemed completely unbothered.

“I’m sure it’s a delivery. Natalie most likely overnighted the new phone.”

Just as he was switching places with you, it chimed once again.

“Maybe you need to sign for it. Unless you’re expecting company that you forgot about.”

You turned to find his eyes as big as saucers.

“BLOODY HELL!”

In a flash, he was out of the shower and furiously drying off with a towel.

“Words, Thomas.”

He called out over his shoulder to you as she sprinted naked into the bedroom to throw on a set of clothes.

“CUMBERBATCH! ALL OF THEM!”

Now you were the one rushing to finish up your shower.

Tom was still wet when he threw on a pair of pants and a shirt before running to meet Bobby at the door. As he flung it open, Ben was standing there with a not so happy expression on his face as he rolled his eyes.

“Nevermind, Natalie. Someone decided to finally answer the door. Thanks for the info. It might come in handy for next time.”

As he ended the call, Tom ran his fingers through his hair as his friend handed him the hidden spare key he had just retrieved.

“I’m so sorry, Ben.”

Turning to wave at Sophie in the car with the boys, she stepped out and began to unbuckle the car seats to let the three of them out. Tom would already hear them whining to be let out from the front steps.

“You picked a perfect time to shower, Hiddleston. I tried calling your cell to let you know we were on our way from the airport but its going straight to voicemail.”

He stepped aside to let them all inside.

“Yeah, it met an untimely death yesterday at the studio. Natalie should have a replacement here shortly.”

“Convenient… why do you look like you got caught in the cookie jar, mate?”

As if right on cue, the boys yelled in unison and raced across the living room.

“AUNT GEORGE!!”

Ben shifted his gaze between you and Tom, watching the way his friend was now rubbing the back of his neck and looking at the ceiling. The fact that you both appeared to have just stepped out of the shower was not amiss to him.

“Ah, and there’s the cookie jar, now…”

“BENEDICT!”

Sophie gave him a sharp elbow to the side before smiling at Tom. As the young boys talked over each other to tell you about their plane ride, you looked up and locked eyes with Ben. With Tom’s back facing you, you mouthed the words clear enough for him to read your lips.

“Thank you.”

Your mind was taken back to your last conversation with Ben, just three short days ago. Lying on your bed at your mother’s house, you were unwinding after a long day of chores around the ranch. The two of you had spent nearly an hour on the phone as you caught him up on your various destinations. After an extended silence, you finally asked the question he knew you wanted to since he answered the phone.

“How is he, Ben?”

“You know how Tom is, George. He asks the same questions every time but refuses to talk about himself. Out of all of us, you are the only most likely to know.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes like he could actually see you.

“Very funny, Benedict. You know we haven’t spoken a word to each other in six weeks. How exactly would I still have an inside connection to the man’s innermost thoughts?”

“I know you haven’t replied to any of them, but surely his thoughts and feelings come across in all the messages.”

Sitting up on your elbow, you tried to decipher what he was saying.

“Messages? What the hell are you talking about Cumberbatch?”

You were met with silence before a long, frustrated sigh.

“You two will be the death of me, I swear it! Georgia, I fear I already know the answer, but have you not turned on your cell since you left?”

“No, why would I? Everyone I talk to knows this number.”

He let out a low growl.

“Not everyone, love… I know you have your reasons for leaving and they are all perfectly valid. The decision is yours if you care to respond, but please, just turn on your cell. I suspect you might want to check your email as well. The man tends to get wordy sometimes after a few drinks.”

You quickly changed the subject to something lighter before calling it a night when Sophie needed help getting the boys to bed. Later that night while lying in bed, you thought about his words again. It made sense that Tom would still try to reach you on the other number. What could he possibly have to say though? Your mind went to a dark place and imagined all the hurt and pain he would unleash on you. What if he was still mad about the leak to the press? What if he was hurt after waking up alone that morning? What if he felt used when you shared yourself with him, fully knowing you still had every intention to leave immediately afterwards? The worst thought that plagued your mind was the one that hurt the most. What if he had followed your instructions and moved on?

At the time you had every intention to leave him in your past… until you did. The more distance you put between the two of you, the more you missed him. The issue was you missed your best friend. The person you shared all of your secrets with and the one that made you laugh when you didn’t want to but needed it. You got a glimpse of him the last night you were together, but a big part of you was still scared that it was a mirage. You would get comfortable and safe, just so he could wreck you all over again. It had become a vicious circle of you taking turns hurting each other. Somewhere along the way, the relationship had turned toxic for you both. Some progress had been made your last night together, but what if that wasn’t enough to mend things? To say you were torn was the understatement of the century. It was a constant battle instead your head and your heart.

“Ugh, screw it!”

You threw back the blankets and moved to your still packed suitcase to dig out your other cell phone and charger. Plugging it into the wall, you hit the button on the side to power it on.

“It’s not like he’s going to know you read them. Just look at them. It’s not like I’m forced to respond.”

Still trying to mentally build yourself up for it, the home screen appeared and then the insanity began. The notification sound was cutting in and out as the screen filled up with boxes. For a second, you thought maybe the phone had gotten wet and malfunctioned. That was until you saw the contact name.

They were all from him.

For the next two minutes, the phone was overwhelmed until it finally went silent. You weren’t sure if it was done, or it just died a violent and painful death. With a shaky hand, you picked the device back up off the floor and flipped it over.

83 messages. 27 missed calls. 12 voicemails.

As you struggled to breath, you opened the text message application. A few of them were spam ones but all the remaining were Tom’s. You noticed that the last one was from early this morning. Scrolling to the top, the dates appeared on the side of the thread to reveal that there was at least one dated every single day. Finally, at the top of the unread ones, you slid down the wall beside the outlet until you were seated in the floor.

Please come back.

The first five were from the day you left him. It started out as begging and pleading, before shifting to confusion about you going to the press. The final one of the day was a longer one. He was in your room and found the letters.

Darling, I would give anything to know where you are right now. I’m currently sitting in your bedroom reading the letters you left on the laptop. I feel like an utter fool. I now understand that I was too late to get you to stay. You’ve been leaving for months and I was too stupid to notice. I’ll never be able to forgive myself for the pain I’ve caused you. It may too little, too late, but I swear to you that I will not stop fighting for you. I know you need time to find yourself again and you need some distance from me, but I want you to know that I will be here waiting for you. If the day ever comes where you need me, I will move mountains for you, my love.

The tears were already forming, and you had only read through the first day. Just as he promised, he never stopped fighting. Each morning since you left, there was a text from him. Some simply said he loved you or missed you. Others told you about his previous day or night and the things he wished he could share with you. Some messages made you smile, while others made you cry. There was a slight gap between them about two weeks ago when he was moving from London to Atlanta. Apparently, he was now less than an hour away beginning the pre-production duties for season two of Loki.

Feeling slightly brave, you clicked on the first voicemail. You could tell he had been crying. It was from the morning you left. There were several from that day. After three of them, all pleading for you to call him back, you couldn’t handle anymore tonight. It hurt so much worse to hear his voice, especially since it did nothing to mask the pain he felt.

Putting the phone away for the night, you crawled back into bed and stared at the ceiling as you let his words settle in your mind. Tom still loved you and still missed you. He had spent the last six weeks fighting to win you back instead of being hurt and angry with you. Just as you were drifting off to sleep, the screen lit up the darkness in your room as the text tone dinged once more. Grabbing it off the nightstand beside you, his name on the screen caused you to smile.

Goodnight, baby. Wish you were here.

After completing your chores the next morning, you raced back to your bedroom as you remembered that Ben had also told you to check your email as well. Pulling your laptop out of your bag, you quickly logged into the account to find it flooded with emails from him. They were all lengthy as you suspected they would be. Some were filled with grammar and spelling errors that signaled that he must have been drinking. Others were sent from his cell as he thought about you through out his day. All of them were as if he were sitting down to have a one-sided conversation with you. They talked about his day and the various meetings and things he had done. They contained stories on Bobby and the trouble he had gotten himself into as if he was acting out in your absence. A few of them discussed the upcoming filming of the show and things he was both excited and nervous about. Most of them had been timestamped for late at night. Your mind drifted to him laying in bed with Bobby at his side as if it was his own version of pillow talk with you. Through everything though, he had kept you included on his life as if you had never left.

The messages and emails from him only served to make you miss him even more. Tom had spent the last six weeks being the man you had needed him to be all along. He had begun to revert back to his old self again now that Jamie was out of the picture. Not only that, but he had stuck to his word. He wasn’t done fighting for you.

After dinner that night, you retired to your bedroom once more and prepared yourself for the hard part. One by one, you listened to each of the voicemails. There were funny ones, sad ones, ones where he just needed to vent. It was the last one that really got to you though.

“Hi, darling. I don’t even know if you are getting any of these, but it lets me feel like I’m talking to you somehow. I’m...uh… I’m sitting in your room right now and it still smells like you. I get on a flight in the morning to head to Atlanta and it’s harder than I had expected to leave. I feel like I’m leaving you behind somehow. Obviously, I’ll be back here. It’s my home. It just feels wrong to prepare the house to be vacant for so long. I don’t know whether I should bring your things, pack them, or leave them. I haven’t touched them since you left. Hell, my shirt is still folded up where you left it that morning. I guess I’m just really missing you tonight, George. I’ve just realized that I’ve spent nearly my entire career with you, and it feels wrong to do any of this without you, love. I know you needed your freedom, but I don’t know how to do this without you. I know the voicemail is going to cut me off soon. I guess I just needed to hear your voice on the recording before I left… I love you, Y/N… I hope you’re doing okay, wherever you are… Goodnight, baby.”

You were a sobbing mess and had to grab your pillow to muffle your cries. He felt like he was moving on with his life without you and in that moment, you were truly terrified that he would… As much as it scared you to be in the spotlight and deal with the struggles of fame and fortune, the thought of not having him in your life for the simple times was horrifying. Now that you had reviewed all the messages from him over the last six weeks, you were scared for the day that they stopped coming. What if Tom really did move on from you? Just like he didn’t know how to do it without you, you also didn’t know how to do it without him. You had wanted to find your identity outside of him, but the truth you were discovering was that he had become so ingrained in who you were, that you weren’t yourself without him anymore. Even now, you were back home with your mom, sleeping in the room you grew up in and it no longer felt like home to you. For a time, London had felt like home until it didn’t. For the first time since you walked out that door, you felt at home again in his voicemails and his words. Tom had become home to you. Yes, you wanted to have adventures and travel and see the world, but you wanted those things with him. It hadn’t felt the same, even with Scar and Evans by your side for the last part of it.

Wiping your tears away, you climbed into bed and made your decision. In the morning, you would get up and handle your responsibilities on the ranch. Once that was finished though, you were going home. You just prayed that you weren’t the one who was too late this time.

“Georgia?”

Sophie’s voice pulled you from your thoughts and you were standing there with Kit and Hal staring up at you. When Sophie leaned in to hug you, Little Finn lunched out of her arms and reached for you, leaving you no opinion but to hold him.

Kit’s attention switched to something behind you and his face lit up before looking up at his mother.

“Uncle Tom has a pool! Mummy can we go swimming? Please?”

Ben smiled at the boy and then glared at Tom who only laughed.

“Maybe we can talk your mummy and daddy into taking a dip later. I was thinking about cooking us all a proper breakfast but I’m afraid I would need two helpers in order to do that.”

Tom faked a look of disappointment which immediately had the boys sprinting his direction.

“We’ll help! We’ll help! Can we have pancakes, Uncle Tom?”

He gave you a wink before turning to gather his ingredients. Ben greeted Sophie with a kiss as the two of you joined them all in the kitchen.

“Look, darling. Uncle Tom has already perfected the art of the distraction.”

The kitchen was a complete disaster, but breakfast had been delicious. As Tom got started on the dishes, you came and wrapped your arms around his waist.

“I would offer to help, but I am being recruited by Soph to head into town with her and the boys to acquire swim trunks apparently. Plus, I suppose to need to pick up a suit as well. I can’t exactly swim in the only outfit on hand right now.”

He tucked his bottom lip between his teeth as he threw his idea out there to see how you would react.

“You know, George, if your belongings happen to reside here, that wouldn’t be an issue…”

Tom felt your body tense against his back, and he began to formulate his possible responses in his head depending on the level at which you were about to freak out.

“Thomas… you can’t possibly be asking me to move in with you right now.”

“Why not? I mean we did just live together for the better part of a year and that went great… well when I wasn’t acting like a drunken ass, but that’s in the past now.”

You let go of his waist and began to tidy up the rest of the kitchen. The activity told him that you were either strongly considering it, or trying to find an outlet for your panic, possibly even both.

“As roommates Hollywood. Are you asking me to be your roommate again or something more? I mean is this me moving into the guest room again or the master, because that’s two completely things, Tom.”

Drying his hands on the towel that was thrown over his shoulder, he turned and leaned against the counter as he watched you dart around the room with your back to him.

“I think we both know we are far past roommates at this point, darling. After our talk yesterday and our four discussions last night and this morning, I consider this a committed relationship. Do you not agree?”

You fluttered around the space at record speed now as you tried to put the various items back in their places. The fact that you were just now realizing that you had no idea where exactly those places were since this house was new to you, only seemed to further fluster you. Feeling his arms wrap around you to hold you still, you tried to not fight it.

“Breathe, baby. This is a conversation, Georgia. It’s just a back and forth of opinions, nothing more.”

It seemed to settle you slightly and he felt you relax into his chest as you reached up to hold onto his arms and tried to take a deep breath.

“Yes, I would call this a committed relationship if we are putting a title to it now. If that’s what we are calling it, then I’ve been your girlfriend or whatever for like a day, Thomas. Isn’t moving in together after 24 hours moving slightly fast?”

When he began to sway side to side with you in his arms, it only further calmed you.

“Technically speaking, yes, but I’ve considered you my girlfriend for a lot longer than a day, George. So much so that the term doesn’t seem to be enough. For most couples, it would be moving fast, but what about this has been normal, my love? I see it as we have known each other for eight years, we both love each other very much, and have both decided that we want to be together. Even when we lived together as roommates, it wasn’t enough for me. I don’t want you down the hall, darling. I want you in my arms each night and the first thing I see when I wake up each day. Plus, I have this entire house to myself and if you were here, you could come to set with me every day. You wouldn’t even have to do the work that was required since Natalie oversees that now. You would get runs with Bobby and I again…”

You turned in his arms to face him with a look.

“First off, you can’t tempt me with a dog that had decided he is mine now. That trick doesn’t work anymore, Hiddleston. Put him in the middle of the room and let’s see who he goes to first, shall we? Secondly, I am never using the logic trick again… it’s infuriating.”

He let out a deep laugh as he cupped your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss.

“Noted and I don’t take bets that I can’t win, and two, we both know that’s an outright lie, baby. It’s your go-to move, but I love the fact that it drives you insane when the tables are turned on you.”

With the knowledge that he had successfully defused the situation, he held you against his chest as you calmly contemplated the decision. It was several minutes before you spoke again.

“I’m not saying no… it’s just a lot right now. How about this? I spend the weekdays at the ranch for now so I can help mom, and I agree to spend my weekends here with you and Bobby. I can occasionally come up for days on set when it’s slower back home. We are only 40 minutes away from each other and will obviously talk whenever you’re not busy on set. I know filming starts next week and it will be crazy for you anyways.”

Tom knew it was a slim chance you would say yes so easily, but he was glad he had approached the subject with you.

“That’s fair, darling. Just know that if you change your mind, the offer will always stand. Alright?”

She leaned up and smiled at him as he closed the distance for a kiss.

“Deal… now I should get going. That new bikini isn’t going to buy itself you know. Plus, now that you know my secret, I don’t have to stick to the ones with more coverage.”

“Is that why you always insisted on wearing shorts over your bottoms, baby? Because of the tattoo?”

“What can I say? That was an awkward conversation I wanted to put off as long as possible.”

He watched you carefully and trailed his eyes over your body as the thoughts of you in a suit with a little less coverage produced the most scandalous of images. The look he was giving you didn’t get by you.

“Come on, Aunt George! Mummy said we can buy a toy if we behave.”

You gave him a look that was a mixture of ‘save me’ and ‘it looks like I’m leaving now’ as you turned to follow the boys out of the kitchen towards the front door. Just as you grabbed your purse, he swiftly wrapped his arm around your waist and turned you to face him once again. While the boys weren’t looking, he pulled you against him for a passionate kiss. Absolutely stunned as he pulled away, he leaned into your ear as he watched the entrance to the room behind you.

“Feel free to find a modest one since we have company with young eyes, but I suggest you buy a second for when it’s just you and me… the skimpiest little thing you can find, baby girl. The more of my mark that shows, the better.”

He left a kiss just below your ear that sent a shudder through you. Turning around to leave once again now completely flustered, his hand connected with your behind in a loud smack that you hoped wasn’t heard in the next room. The look you had on your face told him to behave, but the wink he gave you said he would do no such thing.

The remainder of the day was spent poolside with Ben, Sophie, and the boys with Tom taking a break in the later afternoon to set up the replacement cell phone that had arrived. After enjoying dinner together, you decided to go ahead and head back home. Since they were staying for a week while Ben filmed his scenes for the show, you promised to come back over the weekend. After being in town for two days, you felt guilty for neglecting the duties you had promised you would handle at the ranch. It took Tom fifteen minutes of kisses next to the car before he finally let you drive away.

It was pushing midnight when his phone dinged on the nightstand beside him. Setting down the script he was reviewing for the latest changes, he smiled to see a text from you. It was from your previous phone number so your name and picture appeared on the screen.

You still awake?

He leaned back against the headboard and typed out a response.

Unfortunately, yes. Still working. Did you make it home safe?

The next set of words caught him off guard.

So…about that. Does your offer still stand?

Trying to not get his hopes up, he decided to feel out where you were going with this.

Always, baby.

Good, because I’m out front right now.

Tom didn’t even bother putting his shoes on as he quickly made his way through the house, trying to stay quiet to not wake up the house guests sleeping off the entry way. As he opened the front door, he was met with you leaning against your car in the driveway with your arms crossed over your chest. The closer he got, the more he recognized that expression. You weren’t happy right now.

“Darling?”

“She kicked me out. The woman actually kicked me out.”

“Wait… what?”

“I told her that you and I had worked things out and she asked me why the hell I was there instead of here with you. My mother said, and I quote, ‘If you think I am letting you turn down that boy’s offer, you are clinically insane. ’ She actually made me pack myself tonight and head back to town. Apparently, my room is being turned into a craft room so I don’t come running back. OH, and I’m also supposed to tell you that I am your problem now.”

He tried to hold in his laughter as long as possible since you clearly weren’t thrilled with being told what to do. You raised your eyebrows at him as if to ask if he was done. Pulling you in for a hug, he heard you let out a sigh.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I shouldn’t laugh. I know you don’t like being backed into a corner. I have to ask though, are you upset because you don’t want to move in with me or because your mother called you out on being scared?”

The eye roll told him everything.

“You know, she even had the nerve to tell me that I was the worst ranch hand she’s ever had? She would rather pay someone to handle my responsibilities than to wake me up one more morning for feeds.”

Seeing your frustration resolve, he tucked your hair behind you ear and leaned in for a kiss.

“Remind me to call and thank her later…”

You playfully smacked his chest before resting your forehead against it. Your words were muffled in his shirt, but in the silence of the summer night, he could still hear them.

“Are we really doing this?”

Tom stared down at you with the biggest grin.

“It appears so, my love.”

You patted his chest and gave him another quick kiss.

“I guess it’s a good thing I travel light then.”

The following morning, Tom woke up before you did. Before he even opened his eyes, he was already smiling. You were draped over his chest stealing as much warmth from him as you possibly could. His eyes settled on your belongings stacked up in the corner of his bedroom. The two of you got as far as unloading your SUV before calling it a night. For the first time, everything was truly right in his world. Well, almost…

Being careful not to wake you, he gently slid out from under you and grabbed his cell before leaving the room. Now in the privacy of the kitchen, he started a pot of coffee and dialed Luke’s number. He intentionally kept his voice low.

“Hey, mate. It’s me… we need to talk.”

#loki fandom #loki fluff #tom hiddleston fluff #loki fanfic #loki laufeyson #tom hiddleston angst #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston fanfiction #loki angst #something good

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When I Needed You Most (7) k. bakugo

warnings: swearing, mentions of a previous and toxic relationship, if there's anything i missed, lmk

note: everything the character Nicole says about her past in this chapter, is NOT based on true events. yes, the character is named after me, but that is it! :)

“I’ll do it because I love you.” Those words echo through her mind every day after he said them. She spends her nights wide awake, questioning if she still loves him and if the feelings she’s developing for Kirishima are just as a rebound.

The ringing of her phone chases away her thoughts. She picks it up and looks at the caller ID: Nicole Aika.

She swipes the answer button, Nicole’s face showing up on the screen not long later. “Hey, [y/n]! You won’t believe what just—are you all right? Have you been crying?”

[Y/n] quickly wipes away her tears and sets her phone up so she can fix her hair. “I’m fine. It’s nothing,” she tries to reassure Nicole.

“You’re a bad liar,” Nicole sighs. “Tell me what’s wrong,” she adds.

“I’m just so confused with my feelings, and the pregnancy hormones aren’t making it any better,”

“What feelings are you confused with?” Nicole questions.

“I don’t know if my feelings for Kirishima are just rebound feelings or not,” [y/n] clarifies.

“What makes you think that?”

“Last week, Bakugo admitted that he still loves me. And I can’t help but think: what if I still love him?” [y/n] looks at Nicole through the camera.

“There’s no doubt that you still love him. I mean, you guys were together for three years and only broke up a month ago. It takes time to get over someone; especially when they’re in your everyday life. Not to mention, you’re carrying his child. It’s not easy, and it will only get more difficult. Trust me, I know.” Nicole’s voice cracks at the last bit, as if she’s speaking from experience.

“You sound like you’re speaking from experience…” says [y/n].

“That’s probably because I am,” Nicole pushes a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “I haven’t told you guys why I moved to Japan for a reason.”

“Has anyone been pressuring you to do so?”

“No. It’s just—I was scared of being judged,” a single tear falls down Nicole’s cheek.

“No judgement coming from me,” [y/n] reassures.

“I was forced to move here. My—now ex—boyfriend of two years wanted to take our relationship to the next level; when I said no, he didn’t take it very well and forced it on me.” Nicole explains. “I wound up pregnant and after the baby was born, my parents sent me to live with my grandparents here in Japan; to keep me away from him.” she adds on.

“What about the baby?”

“We put her up for adoption,” she says.

“I’m sorry you had to go through all that,” [y/n] sighs.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s not like you had anything to do with-” she’s interrupted by knocking on her door. “One sec.”

She stands up and answers the door, a stressed Katsuki Bakugo pushing past her as she opens it.

[Y/n] quickly mutes herself so if she makes any noises, he won’t hear her.

“Well come on in,” Nicole says sarcastically. “What do you want Bakuhoe?”

“Don’t call me that. I’m here to apologize.” he says, looking at her and running his hands through his hair.

“Apologize for what?” Nicole questions, closing the door.

“I’ve been an absolute dick to you since you first walked into class A, and I’ve heard that you’re becoming really close with [y/n], so I just wanted to apologize for being such a dick. So … I’m sorry.”

“Wow. Never thought I’d hear an apology from you,” Nicole chuckles.

“You’re making it very hard to feel apologetic right now,” he chuckles. “Were you crying?” he looks at her with his head tilted to the side.

“What?” she looks at him with knitted brows.

“Your mascara is running,” he points under his eyes as if he were wearing mascara.

“Fuck,” she goes to her nightstand and grabs makeup wipes out of the drawer and wipes under her eyes.

“Is everything all right?” Bakugo questions.

“Everything’s fine,” she says, throwing the makeup wipe in the trash and facing him.

“Shit!” she facepalms, having remembered that she was on FaceTime with [y/n].

She makes her way to her phone, picking it up and realizing that [y/n] is muted and motioning to not let Bakugo know that it’s her and then hanging up.

“What was that for?” Bakugo asks.

“Oh, I was on FaceTime with a friend, but she hung up. So no worries.”

“Oh, OK,” Bakugo shrugs. “Well, now that I’ve apologized, I’m gonna go,” he opens the door.

“OK. Well, bye!” Nicole waves awkwardly.

“Yea. Whatever,” he leaves, closing the door behind him.

©nic berns

#When I Needed You Most #mha #Bakugo Katsuki #Katsuki Bakugo #fanfic

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authornina · 3 years

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Baby Momma Drama

***THIS HAS NOT BEEN THROUGH A TYPICAL EDITING PROCESS; ALL SHORTS ARE ROUGH DRAFTS***

“So I can’t take her to see my family?” Dem asked Nicole and she ignored him. He was tired of going back and forth with her about his child. He understood how she felt but she was just trying to control him and the way he parented his daughter.

There wasn’t shit he could do about what happened but apologize and try to be a good father. Nicole was not making that easy for him in the slightest. Then would turn around and use his absence against him when she didn’t get her way. Dem was genuinely remorseful about his actions and she knew that. He always took her feelings into consideration and practiced patience, hoping that she could really forgive him one day. However, anything he wanted to do with Melody she had to be there. Nicole didn’t want her around his family without her either, but they didn’t want Nicole in their presence at all. They only got to see his daughter twice in a whole year.

“Yo, can you fuckin’ hear?”

“Cleary, and just like before I said no. If they want to see her, they can come here, or I’ll gladly go to them.”

“And I told your illiterate ass they don’t fuck witchu. Unless you want A to beat you the fuck up.”

“Please! I’ll drag that bitch if she ever put her fuckin’ hands on me.” Nicole knew Avery couldn’t stand her and the feeling was mutual.

“Bro…” Dem counted to three doing his best not to get mad. This was where he’d been tested the most lately. “So you expect her to just not know her whole other side? She don’t even know her own sisters.”

“Nigga, I don’t care nor is that my problem! My baby is not going anywhere without me. The judge has approved this. I don’t trust you and in the eyes of the law you are not a fit parent. You don’t even have control over any of your own finances! I should actually be arguing with Lake about visitation, not you!” Nicole spat, flippantly. She got all of this information when they went to court. Lake being his guardian only worsened his case and made Nicole’s stronger.

“Really? But when you want dick, I’m trustworthy. When you wanna go out and be a hoe with your dumbass friends, I watch her and muthafuckin KJ too, you can trust me then though?”

Nicole didn’t have a rebuttal to that because not only wasn’t Dem lying but it made her valid points invalid. Dem was a great father and she had him on the tightest leash using the past as a way to control him. She was granted full custody of their daughter and that gave her even more leverage.

“Exactly, now you the fuck quiet with your stupid ass. Come get her ready, I’m taking her.”

“No the fuck you not!” Nicole pushed him back from going further upstairs and he held the banister as to not fall. It didn’t take much after that to set Dem off. He smacked the shit out of Nicole, and she bounced off the wall rolling down the steps.

Stuff like this really felt below Dem. Domestic issues with any woman wasn’t what he had time for or wanted to be involved in. He never reacted on anyone that didn’t do something to him first. It was simple math to Dem, don’t put your hands on him, if you weren’t ready to get knocked the fuck out, or sometimes worse. He handled his problems with finality, but he couldn’t just erase the mother of his child, so this was the bullshit he had to deal with all the time.

All of the commotion could be heard outside. Wreck and Roddy were standing outside smoking. They walked in and shook their heads watching Nicole try to beat Dem up. He wasn’t even really doing anything except flinging her ass around, and she was on the floor screaming all dramatic. This wasn’t the first time they witnessed her do stuff like this but in front of a judge she was miss innocent and perfect. The crazier thing was, nobody ever tried to invalidate her feelings, they just wanted a relationship with Melody, however she wouldn’t allow that unless there was one with her too.

“Chill the fuck out!” Wreck pulled her up from the floor and off of Dem’s leg.

“See! He put his fuckin hands on me, and I’m supposed to let him take my daughter? Get the fuck out my house!”

“Bitch fuck you! You wouldn’t be up in this bitch if it wasn’t for me! Lake was ready to send your ass back to the projects! I don’t have these problems with none of my other baby mommas! You the only one make shit harder than it gotta be!”

“Maybe because you didn’t fuckin’ rape them!”

That word took Dem out of the ring every single time and Nicole knew it. He backed down from her whenever she said it. Dem hated to think of himself like that and it only added to all the other names associated with him. Rapist. It didn’t sit right on his heart and the fact that he couldn’t even remember made it easier to swallow sometimes, but Nicole did not let him forget.

“You a fuckin’ nut, bro,” Roddy said, looking at her with disgust.

Dem said fuck it and walked out of the house. This shit was starting to take a toll on him. He didn’t even get to see Melody and it hurt. He loved seeing her because she didn’t look anything like him, but his father, she had inherited Hassan’s every feature.

While Poppy and Damaris were both on the fairer skin side and looked like him, Melody was the opposite. She actually resembled Loire. Nobody could believe it when they first saw her. Sav always joked that she could pass for Lake’s baby and that set Avery off. She didn’t think that was funny at all. Dem did get a paternity test though and she was indeed his. He could spend hours looking at her beautiful melanin-rich face.

“You ard?” Wreck asked him, getting in the driver’s seat. Roddy hopped in the back and he pulled off.

“I’m tired of her constantly throwing that shit in my face…I don’t even remember.”

“She a fuckin’ nut ass bitch, but I ain’t hear her say that when she was screaming from the dick the other night,” Roddy said.

“You be fuckin’ her?” Wreck asked, as he stopped at a red light and looked over at his brother.

“Sometimes,” Dem shrugged. “When she asks.”

“Nah, turn her ass down next time,” Wreck advised him. “She gon’ keep getting her way cause she think you owe her something. What type of bitch wanna get fucked by a nigga they accusin’ of some shit like that? Fuck that, next time she want some dick, curve her ass. I bet she start actin’ right.”

“Yup, hoes be tryna act like they don’t want sex as much as niggas. They be worse than us. Hold the dick and watch she be like,” Roddy cleared his throat. “I’m sorry for actin’ up Daddy, you can take the baby and this pussy whenever you want.”

“Roddy shut the fuck up,” Wreck laughed. “You on it with us tonight?” he asked Dem.

“Fuck no, you got super nigga back there,” Dem said referring to Roddy who simply shook his head. They had a little beef between them. “I got Damaris this weekend anyway and Haze be getting tired fast now so she can’t handle both of them for too long. I was hoping to get Melody so they can all be together. It’s fucked up they don’t even know their own sister.”

“Lake need to take that bitch back to court and get some custody rights. How the fuck she get to keep a baby away from her damn family?”

“She like Dem that’s why,” Roddy chuckled, lighting up a blunt. “Bitch do not care how her baby got here. She want this nigga and his daughter how she gonna get him.”

“Man, she the last bitch I’ll be with. I’ll marry Mu before I settle for her ass.”

They all started laughing because they knew how much Mumu got on his nerves too. The only reasonable one he had was Haze. She nor Mumu came close to the headache that Nicole was though.

“Talk to Lake, bro,” Wreck advised him. “Tell him you ready to be on your own and handle shit. You can’t keep going through this.”

Dem didn’t respond because he wanted to be independent and not have his brother in charge of his every move, but he wasn’t sure if he was actually ready. ******* “Call Avery and see what she says,” Haze told Dem while standing at the stove cooking. He told her the watered-down version of what happened with Nicole earlier that day. “You already know if she says no then Lake will too. They don’t do shit without each other, but you need to see your child.”

Haze was well aware of the whole situation between Dem and Nicole. She didn’t really have an opinion because it seemed like a he say she say situation. However, if she thought Dem was capable of doing something so vile, she nor Poppy would be around him but Haze didn’t believe he could, even off his meds like Nicole accused. She found out about Dem’s condition and used it as yet another target on his back. Haze only witnessed Dem in action one time and although he was a bit erratic, he didn’t do anything to hurt her or Poppy. She just called Sav and he dealt with him.

“Cause my brother a whipped ass nigga now.”

“No, that’s marriage, Dem. A husband and wife supposed to have each other back.”

“Whatever, A will kill that bitch if they in the same space and it’s not even about Ky. Nicole disrespectful as fuck.”

“Call her,” Haze insisted. Dem blew his breath and started tapping on his phone.

“Hey baby boo!” Avery answered happy for him as always.

“Wassup?”

“Nothing, feeding your mean ass brother and his mean ass kids.”

“Stop actin’ like you don’t love them.”

“I don’t,” Avery whispered making Haze and Dem crack up. “So what you need? You don’t be calling me for no reason.”

“Nut ass Nicole said I can only get Melody if she’s there.”

“Well her bitch ass isn’t welcome in my house!” Avery snapped like Dem knew she would. “Did you forget what the fuck she said to me? What she said about Melody?! But the judge gives her custody?! I tried Dem, I really did try to be cordial with that bitch, but I don’t play about you and I most certainly don’t play about my husband, you know that.”

“A, I miss my daughter. I want y’all to see her. She gettin’ so big and she don’t even know y’all, her sisters, nothing.”

“What you want me to do, Dem?”

“I want y’all to come over her crib this weekend—”

“Dem, I love you, but I am not stepping foot in that bitch house. She better be lucky her ass ain’t on the street! Why can’t we meet her somewhere? What about coming over there—”

“Fuck no!” Haze yelled cutting Avery off before she could finish. “That bitch ain’t coming up in here, A! She be stressing him out to the point it irritate me, and I don’t have time for her smart-ass mouth because pregnant and all I will lay hands on her lying hoe ass!”

Dem wasn’t even a part of the conversation after that. He sat the phone down while Avery and Haze called Nicole everything but a child of God. Dem went to watch TV with his daughters.

“Mommy…” Poppy said, covering her ears hearing Haze talk loudly all the way in her playroom.

“Yea, it’s okay boo boo.” Dem sat on the big pink bean bag chair with Poppy and Damaris on both sides of him and watched DC Superhero Girls.

The way he handled most things that would set him off now, is to just sit with his daughters. They calmed the hell out of him. No medicine or treatment ever brought him that much peace. Nicole was trying to come between that, and he swore she was doing it on purpose, but Dem refused to backtrack and throw away all of his progress, but something had to give.

#on us #authornina #nina

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moon-light-jukebox · 3 years

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see? - [Reid x Reader] - Chapter 3

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Summary: Months after Reader left, Reid has tried to put his life back together. He’s never stopped trying to find Reader, but he may find her in the worst way possible.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k for Chapter 3

Content Warning: Normal Criminal Minds stuff. Mentions of drug addiction. This series has a villain, and he harms women. There is no s*xual assault, but there is brief talk of torture, and then the death of the victims. Spoiler: Our unsub targets pregnant women, one of the infants does not survive. Reader and her baby are fine. I don't go into detail, but if you need to skip this, I understand.

A/n: How can I ever thank you all enough for being so patient with me? That being said, this chapter does end on a cliffhanger that you probably saw coming if you read “River” by @yours-truly-r. She shared this plot with me, so this is my version. I’ll try my best not to make you wait too long for chapter 4. Chapter 3 & 4 are in Spencer’s point of view, but the remainder of the series will be in Reader’s POV.

-- Linear Progression --

(Spencer’s POV)

The night we came back from my first case with the BAU, Morgan declared that he was going to a bar near his apartment to "get lucky." When I pointed out the fact that it was almost 2 am, he had told me, "time is an illusion, Pretty Boy."

That was the first time he called me pretty boy, along with the first time I tried to explain a theoretical concept he had no interest in hearing.

He was right to a degree. The way we understand time is an illusion. Time doesn’t happen in the linear way that we as a society perceive it to. The physics of time are still widely debated, but the running hypothesis is that everything that has ever happened is still happening right now. Every single moment in time is happening all at once, and it always will be.

Morgan didn’t “get lucky” that night, but he did give me a ride back to my apartment. I think that was the beginning of our friendship; I had never been able to understand the social constructs of relationships and friendships, but I think he felt some sort of responsibility for the skinny kid with glasses who was babbling about the physics of time at 3 am.

My friendship with Derek Morgan was one of the most important of my life.

Which is why I wasn't going to murder him for banging on my door at 7 am.

“Open up, Pretty Boy!”

Grumbling, I got out of bed and padded down the hallway towards my living room where Morgan was pounding on the door so hard, I was concerned it was going to fly off its hinges.

“If you break my door, you’re gonna fix it,” I muttered out when I finally pulled the door open.

The man who was the closest thing to a brother I had just smiled at me. “I restore houses, kid. It’d be an improvement.”

Smirking, I waved him into my apartment. In the months since…Since February, Morgan had made it a habit of coming by several times a week whenever we were in town. I don’t know if the rest of the team knew he did it, I don’t know if they were as worried about me as he was, but it wouldn’t have surprised me.

“Coffee?” I asked, making my way into the kitchen.

"We'll grab some on the way," he said, flopping down on my couch. "We have a case; I told Hotch I'd swing by and get you. It's wheels up as soon as we get there and finish the briefing."

I frowned. “I didn’t get any message.”

“I know. I asked Garcia to let me wake you.” He turned his head around to look at me. “You haven’t been sleeping, kid.”

He wasn’t wrong. “It’s…I’m trying, Derek.”

I didn’t need to say it, because he knew it. Much like time, recovery isn’t a linear process. You start, you stumble, you go back, sometimes you go up then down. It’s an imperfect journey because there isn’t a finish line; addiction can’t be beaten, only beaten back.

Derek Morgan had been beside me through every step of my recovery.

Lumbering off the couch, he walked over to stand before me. “Reid, you’re doing the best you can. Everyone stumbles.”

I shook my head. “It’s different. I can…I can still see it. I can still see it all, Morgan.”

I could still see the look on Ben’s face when he found the vials of Dilaudid I had hidden all around my apartment. I could still remember the look on Hotch’s face when he told me she was gone. I could still see the anger on Garcia’s face when she refused to help me find her.

Most of all, I remember how y/n looked when I told her I would kill her, give up her precious life, for one more moment with Maeve. Every morning, right before I wake up, that memory flashes behind my eyes.

I’ve called in every favor I’m owed, reached out to every connection; no one could find her. She vanished.

I quickly realized the only way she could vanish like that is if she had help from inside the bureau, and if I had to guess, I’m sure I know who helped her. If she went to all these lengths, she didn’t want to be found, least of all by me.

"We'll find her, Spencer," Morgan said gently, pulling me from my thoughts.

He said the words to comfort me, but even he knew they weren’t true. No one would find y/n y/l/n until she wanted to be found.

Nodding my head, I made my way back towards my bedroom to get ready for the case.

Making amends is very big in the recovery process. I wanted to make amends to y/n, and while I wanted that to be in the traditional sense, I settled for a symbolic one.

I tried to make myself into the man she thought I was before that night. Every time I felt the itch crawl up my spine, I thought of her face. It didn't make the craving go away; it just made it easier to bear.

I didn’t deserve to have her back in my life, but I wanted to be someone who did.

After I had finished getting ready, I made my way over to my bedside table to pick up the coin I carried with me everywhere, running my fingers over the edges before placing it in my pocket.

Two hundred and forty-seven days sober, and each one of them was for her.

We never made it to the bullpen that morning. Hotch called and informed us that it was wheels up "immediately," and that we would debrief on the plane. Morgan and I were the last members of the team to arrive. He took a seat on the couch beside Callahan while I opted to sit at the table across from Hotch and JJ.

“Garcia is going to be out for the remainder of the week. She has the flu,” our unit chief informed us, his eyes fixed on the tablet in front of him.

Morgan toyed with his phone, no doubt trying to text his ‘baby girl’ before take-off. “Who is going to be running things from here since she’s out? Kevin?”

Hotch nodded, but I couldn’t help but notice he seemed distracted. “He’s the most familiar with Garcia’s systems.”

“Is that what they’re calling it these days,” Rossi muttered just a bit too loudly, earning a mock glare from Hotch, a confused look from Kate, an eye roll from Morgan and JJ, and a soft huff of laughter from me.

“Let’s get started,” Hotch ordered, drawing all of our focus back to the present. “The Oregon State Police have requested our help.”

I couldn’t help but wrinkle my nose at the tablet in front of me, further proof Garcia wasn’t on this case. Despite how mad she was at me over Y/n, she still always accommodated my wishes for paper files.

The state police?” Morgan asked. “Not the locals?”

"No," Hotch answered, right as I brought up an image on my screen. "He's not sticking to one county."

I heard a strangled gasp from JJ, but I didn't need to look up to know why. “How many?” I asked.

“When the original request was made two women had been abducted. Both of them were pregnant, days from giving birth, and both from the same town of Silverton, Oregon. The first victim was Iris Jenkins. She was a 31-year-old woman, and she was 40 weeks and 2 days gestation when she was taken by the unsub. The M.E. estimates he held her for less than 24 hours before she died.”

“The baby?” JJ asked, her voice thick with emotion.

“He was left outside of a local hospital in Silverton. He was completely unharmed. The next intended victim is Nancy Williamson. She was abducted outside her workplace. Also 40 weeks pregnant with a boy.”

“Could that be a coincidence?”

Hotch still didn’t look up from his tablet. “It could have been before the latest victim.”

��But Nicole Williamson escaped?” Morgan asked. “That’s lucky. Did she give a description of the guy?”

“No, she said he kept her blindfolded and bound to a chair.”

That caused me to pause. "That doesn't make sense. Why would the unsub blindfold them if he plans on killing them anyway?"

Rossi spoke for the first time. “Psychological torture? Sensory deprivation?”

I thought about that as I swiped through the crime scene photos; pausing when I saw a photograph of a letter on the screen. "He makes them write letters?”

“Just the first victim and the third. The one that got away was only held for 12 hours.”

I frowned. “Is this blood? Or just red ink?”

“The first is red ink, the second letter is still being processed.”

It was obvious based on the letter spacing and how many loops were in the letters that a woman wrote this letter. Based on the contents of the letter, I could also assume she was under duress.

Hotch spoke again, pulling my focus. “Morgan, I'd like for you and JJ to drive up to Silverton. Visit Miss Williamson and ask if she's up for a cognitive interview, then visit the M.E., ask him if he remembers anything about the first victim.”

“Where was the…” JJ’s question trailed off when he got to the same image Kate’s hand had been frozen over for the last 47 seconds, the same photo that was described in the incident report that Hotch had on his screen.

My unit chief, my friend, cleared his throat before he spoke. “Kayla Whitmore was found an hour ago in Eugene, Oregon. The autopsies are already underway, and the scene is being processed.”

“The cause of death seems pretty apparent,” Morgan said with a look of disgust on his face.

"The time between this most recent kill and the last abduction is much shorter. We need to move fast," Hotch said, his voice grave. "Kate, I'd like for you to come with me to the FBI satellite office in Bend, that's where we're landing. Kayla Whitmore's credit card was used to buy gas right outside the town limits. Rossi, I'd like for you and Reid to ride out to Eugene. It should be undisturbed."

"I already don't understand this guy," Rossi muttered. "The first baby survives, the third doesn't. The second victim is blindfolded, but it doesn't appear the others were. He makes them write their own letters. Then he uses the third victim's credit card. This behavior…it's erratic."

“Is the message on the wall the same in both crime scenes?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes.”

The media hadn’t named our unsub yet, but I was sure it wouldn’t be long, especially once word of Kayla Whitmore reached the public. This type of violence always draws attention.

Rossi was moving around the room, silent, but his eyes moving rapidly over everything. “He’s a cocky son of a bitch, I’ll give him that.”

I nodded. “Do we have the original note?” One of the deputies brought over an evidence bag, inside of it was the wrinkled piece of paper. “Have we analyzed this yet?”

The man nodded. “It’s red ink, just like the last.”

"It makes sense; blood might start to coagulate and make it more difficult to work with. Rossi, come here." I called, offering him the note.

“Give justice to the weak and the fatherless; maintain the right of the afflicted and the destitute. Rescue the weak and the needy; deliver them from the hand of the wicked,” he read. “It sounds biblical.”

“It is. It’s Psalm 82, verses 3 through 4.”

“Was the first note biblical?”

“The first victim was made to write, ‘Take no part in the unfruitful works of darkness, but instead expose them.’ That’s from Ephesians. There are similar themes in both letters.”

“So, he’s perverting the bible to fit his own fucked up narrative? How original.” The older man handed the paper back to me. “We have to find out how he’s choosing them.”

My gaze moved over to the right wall of the room. "Did the unsub leave any prints when he wrote on the wall?"

It wasn't the first message I'd seen written in blood, but I don't think it's something you ever get used to. “’Do you see this, son of man?’ could be another biblical reference. It’s Ezekiel chapter 8, verse 17. “Do you see this, son of man? Yet you will see still greater abominations than these.’”

“So, are the children abominations? Or the mothers?” The deputy said quietly.

“The mothers,” I answered. “He doesn’t harm the children. I think it must go against his…moral code.”

The deputy scoffed behind me, and I was inclined to agree; the idea that someone could do something like this and have a moral code was almost impossible to imagine.

But devils hide in plain sight all the time.

“His rage is escalating,” I pointed out.

I heard the deputy ask Rossi what that meant.

“This guy is a bum,” the man who developed the art of profiling explained. "He can't get a girlfriend, and he has this idea in his mind that it’s the women’s fault. He thinks women owe him sex, love, whatever he wants.”

I walked away from the wall, turning to face the two men. “He thinks they’re dirty, unclean. It’s why he makes them write the note. By making them say they deserved what he did to them, he’s humiliating them even after death.”

The deputy’s face was pale as he survived the scene around him. “Why does he make them leave the messages in their own blood?”

“Only one message is from them,” I replied, gesturing to the evidence bag. “The message in the blood is from the unsub.”

Before we exited the room, I turned back to that message again, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

Both victims had been discovered in the exact same way. The women were naked, stabbed multiple times, but with no signs of sexual assault. They were positioned in the middle of the blood-soaked mattress, their arms spread wide.

He had left the same message on the walls of the room, written in the blood of the woman he killed.

“Do you see this, son of man? Do you see?”

“The media is calling him The Prophet.”

Rossi scoffed. “I bet it was that wet behind the ears deputy who leaked the note and told him the kid’s biblical theories.”

Rossi and I had arrived at the FBI office in Bend, Oregon about an hour ago. Kate and Hotch had already set up; JJ and Morgan were on their way back from Silverton now.

“So, what do we know about this jag-off?” Rossi questioned, staring at the evidence board.

Hotch came to stand at the head of the conference table, his eyes sharp, his voice clipped. "Reid, Dave, what did the M.E. say about the Eugene autopsies?”

"He said he suspected it was a botched c-section. Kayla was just over 40 weeks pregnant, but he said it's not uncommon for first-time mothers to go up to 42 weeks.”

“I know that’s right,” I heard JJ mutter from the speaker placed in the center of the table.

“Indicates a lack of medical knowledge,” Morgan offered. “Because we know this guy isn’t squeamish.”

I agreed with my friend but didn't comment on it; my mind already on another topic. "What's interesting is that Kayla had an anterior placenta, meaning it attached to the front of her uterus. Usually, the placenta attaches to the posterior wall, meaning it's more towards her back. Because of the unusual placement of the placenta, I think that the death of this fetus was accidental."

“It wasn’t a fetus, Reid,” Kate snapped. “It was a baby.”

I cleared my throat, meeting her angry gaze. I knew Callahan was the guardian of a young girl, and based on my years working with fellow agents who were also parents, I knew it was best not to argue about definitions and semantics. "I'm sorry, Kate," I murmured.

Her gaze softened. "It's fine. Sorry. This case is just…this is a lot." She looked down to swipe across her tablet screen. "This child was a boy too?"

I nodded. “All three of the victims were pregnant with boys.”

“So, he wants boys?”

Rossi turned to Kate. “He wants mothers of boys. Probably his way of killing his mother over and over again.”

“But how does he know the babies are boys?” JJ asked.

“So, what do they have in common?” Hotch asked. “Let’s add Nicole Williamson into the mix too, what do we have?”

“There were quotes from the bible in the two complete notes. Those specific verses are often referenced when they speak about protecting children,” I said, my eyes moving over the files. “The women were all in their 20’s. They were all at least 39 weeks pregnant, and...huh, there’s not a father named in any of the medical charts.”

“But how does he know that!” JJ huffed again in frustration.

“And are we sure this unsub is a guy?” Callahan questioned. “There was no sign of sexual assault.”

“If we follow statistics, women take babies, and men take children. With that in mind, it would be safe to assume this was a woman, but the amount of rage we’re seeing makes me think it’s a man.” I turned my back to the team, my eyes moving over the crime scene photos. "The letter was written under duress, but the language is very misogynic. Based on the information Kevin gathered about Kayla's online life, she had a normal amount of self-esteem. It's out of character that she'd talk about herself this way. By all accounts, she was excited for the baby. It's also incredibly difficult to stab someone 54 times. All the women would have fought him until the end. He'd have to be stronger to subdue her. It's a biological instinct, mothers' will stop at nothing to protect their children."

Hotch had pulled out his phone before I finished speaking, dialing Kevin Lynch to give him the criteria of the person we were searching for. "We need women in the Bend, Oregon area that are close to giving birth. There will not be fathers listed on the medical charts. She'll be at least 39 weeks into her pregnancy."

“Alright, so that would leave us with…” Kevin wasn’t able to finish his sentence before an alarm started blaring over the speaker, almost drowning out Kevin’s yelp of surprise.

“What is it?” Hotch asked. “Did something happen?”

"I…I don't know, sir," Kevin answered after he had finally gotten the alarm to quiet. "I was running the search, and…it triggered some sort of system-wide alarm. It completely locked me out of Penny’s system.”

Morgan clicked his tongue. “That doesn’t make any sense. Penelope wouldn’t set some alarm without a reason.”

“Wait. Kevin, was there any sort of message that came up when you triggered the alarm?” Hotch asked, his tone urgent.

There was a weird tension on Hotch’s face while he waited for Kevin to reply. “Yeah, uh, just a dialogue box that says ‘Nightingale.’”

“Nightingale?” Kate asked. “Isn’t that the…”

Hotch didn't reply; he hung up abruptly while Kevin was still speaking. I felt a chill run down my spine when I noticed his hands trembled slightly.

“What is it, Hotch?” Rossi asked urgently.

But he never got a chance to answer; a deputy stormed into the room. "We just got a report of an abandoned car outside of a grocery store about half a mile from here. It's registered to a young woman, and there was an empty infant car seat strapped in the back."

Hotch took the paper from him but didn't look at it. His eyes were screwed shut, and his shoulders were tense.

I heard when the voice spoke on the other end of the line. I heard the deep breath Hotch let out before he spoke.

“Penelope, I need to know where y/n is.”

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White Lies (Pt. 10 of 21)

Pairing: Keanu Reeves X Reader

Word count: 2.5 K

Summary: Keanu found the girl almost dead, in the wrecks of what was once her car. While she was in surgery, stuck in a coma, he gathered the best doctors of New York to attend to her. They told him she is likely to have some kind of brain damage, what may lead to memory loss. And this possibility added up wit the fact that she's pregnant, made the council come up with an odd idea. They asked Keanu to pretend to be her husband, since the stress of finding out everything that happened could put the baby in danger. He reluctantly agreed, but only if she does has some kind of memory loss. He still goes she'll wake up soon, with her memories intact.

But when you finally wake up, there's nothing inside. You're quick to find your head is empty, void, like a blank canvas. The only thing that brings you some relief, that makes you feel less lonely is the mention of a husband. And you can't wait to meet him, because you know you can't deal with this by yourself.

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Keanu is driving back home after your third antenatal class. You enjoy them, but most of the things they say you already know. But it's not their fault you and Keanu do a lot of reading and research, and your doctors keep you updated. But you want to keep going.

“I'm thinking about a cesarian.” You tell Keanu, both hands cupping your bump.

“What?” He glances at you, and his face makes you giggle. “You have to be kidding me.”

“Why?” You ask, stretching your arm to touch the back of his neck.

“Because labor is something natural. Your body knows what to do.”

“Yeah, it just hurts like a bitch.” You snap back, playing with his hair.

“I know.” He sighs. “It's your call. You're the one delivering the baby.”

“I'm not sure yet. But we still have time.” You're currently in the middle of week 18. You feel more comfortable, and you have more energy now. The bump already shows depending on what you wear, but there's still a long way to go. “And we need to talk names, by the way.”

“I thought we decided on Clarissa or Henry.”

“Yeah, but we gotta be one hundred percent sure. Are you one hundred percent sure?”

“Now that you're talking about it, no.” Keanu giggles, a hand coming to lay on your thigh. “What were the other options?”

“Sophie, Nicole, Ethan, and Liam.” You recite them, looking at the landscape outside your window.

“They're all great. But... Liam. I like Liam. Or Sophie.” He takes a turn left, entering the condo.

“I like them too.” It's always like this. Whenever you bring this up, you just can't decide. “Maybe it'll get easier once we know the sex. Because we're clueless so far.”

“Do you want one of those parties where the sex is revealed?”

“No. It's not like I'd know the guests so...” Pushing this thought back before it starts bothering you, you sigh. “Let's just keep it between us. The rest of the world will find out eventually, but let it happen when it happens.”

“Alright.” As he slows down and stops to wait for the garage door to open, you see Mrs. Jackson walking to her front door. She spots you and waves. You immediately remember the amazing brownies she makes, and you suddenly need it.

“I'll go say hi.” You tell Keanu before leaning for a kiss and stepping out of the car.

Mrs. Jackson is a kind old lady who lives with her husband in the house on the left. When she sees you coming her way she stops, smiling. “Hello, (Y/N). Good morning.” Her long white hair is being blown by the wind, and she keeps it off her face with a hand.

“Good morning, Mrs. Jackson. How are you today?” Smiling, you hug her.

“You can call me Anne, child, it's alright.” She immediately touches your belly. “And how is this tiny little human? Are you eating well, honey? Exercising?” She raises an eyebrow, tilting her head at your house. “Is your husband taking good care of you?”

“Yes, yes, and yes.” Giggling, and blushing a little, you nod. “I have weekly appointments with my nutritionist, Keanu and I take a walk every morning around the neighborhood and he's being absolutely amazing.” You say with a sigh, your heart beating a little faster just at the mention of him.

“Are you falling for him?” With both hands on her hip, Mrs. Jackson inquires, a funny expression on her face. She knows about the accident since she has become a friend of yours.

“I am.” You mutter, biting your lip.

“That's true, genuine love, sweetie. Even after forgetting him, you're falling for him all over again.” She has a teasing look on her face that makes you blush even more.

“Yeah, I guess you can say that. In the beginning, I really thought we'd end up divorced.”

“Honey, you don't know the way Keanu looks at you.” She shakes her head no, taking your arms and pulling you to a seat on the steps that lead to her porch. “When you came for dinner earlier this week, I could see it clearly. He looks at you like you're his whole world.” Running a hand through your hair, you look down. “That man loves you with all his heart, I have no doubt.” She puts an arm around your shoulders.

“Yeah...” You mutter, a low chuckle leaving your lips. “Oh, sorry for yesterday's noise. We're changing a few things in the house for the baby and also working on the decoration. Since we just moved and everything is happening at the same time...”

Anne furrows her eyebrows a little, tilting her head to the side. “Honey, Keanu has been living here for a little more than a year before you came. It was a surprise to me as it was for everyone to find he was married.”

Mimicking her expression, you start thinking, counting. Keanu said you came here only a few weeks before the accident. “Well... We were keeping it a secret. He's a public figure so the goal was to keep the marriage private for as long as we could. But the accident happened.” The words come out slow, as you try to understand what she means by that. A year... It can't be.

“I don't blame you for doing that.” Squeezing your shoulders a little, she smiles. “People can be very intrusive with celebrities.”

“Keanu's fans are great. We bumped into some on our way to the Walmart a while ago. And Ke was kind, as always.”

“That man is a rarity.”

“He is.” Smiling, you look at her, remembering about your current craving. “Oh, do you think you can make some of those chocolate brownies?” You ask, pouting a little. “I hate to give you trouble but I really want them.”

“Don't worry, child.” Anne giggles, taking your hand in hers. “I'm retired for way too many years and I enjoy having something to do.”

“Thank you!” Pulling her into a hug, you place a kiss on her cheek. “I gotta go now.” Pushing yourself up, you jump to the sidewalk. “Important talking about this little one's name.”

“Won't you tell me the options?”

“Nope!” Winking at her, you start walking backward. “It's going to be a surprise.” With another wave, you turn around and head home.

Keanu is in the kitchen, starting with the preparations for dinner. Homemade pizza night, and he's just starting to make the dough. Moving to seat on the kitchen island, you're just about to ask how you can help when what Anne said comes back. That was certainly weird, but you don't think Keanu would lie to you like that. “Ke...” You make a small pause when he looks at you over his shoulder. “Mrs. Jackson said you were living here for like a year. But you told me we came to New York a few weeks before the accident.”

He stops, both his hands dirty with flour. There's something in his face you can't read, as Keanu avoids looking at you. “We bought the house about a year ago. I used to come and spend a day or two because of work, but we only actually moved when you found a good job here.” He speaks slow, only lifting his eyes when he's done speaking. You work with social services, and he said that your job is secure for when you're able to go back.

“Got it.” You mutter, furrowing your eyebrows a little. “Are you alright?” Getting up, you walk over him. Once you're close, he has no choice but stares into your eyes. Wrapping your arms around his midsection, you tiptoe to kiss him.

“I'm great.” When you step away, Keanu touches your nose in a quick motion, getting it dirt with flour.

“I can't believe you did that.” You giggle, stretching your arm to shove your fingers inside the bowl before showing them to your husband. “If you don't apologize, sir, I'll paint all this pretty face of yours.”

“Is it a threat?” Keanu inquires, raising an eyebrow.

“It's a promise.”

“Alright then.” He chuckles before cupping your face with both hands, getting your cheeks and jaw covered in flour.

“You're playing with fire!” You shout, running your fingers through your face before reaching for the bowl and taking a handful of flour that you succeed to half throw it at him, with half of it falling on the sink. He holds your dirty hand, some parts of his hair all white. “You're messing with the wrong pregnant lady, babe.”

“I surrender.” He says in between giggles, hands raised. “I'm completely at your mercy.”

Squinting your eyes at him, you only grunt before washing your hands. “Let me help you.” You say as you grab the dishcloth, damping it before starting to clean Keanu's face.

“No. Let me do this for you. Just sit there looking beautiful.” Once you're done with his face, you clean yourself the best you can.

“Only if I get to see you around the kitchen looking handsome.” Sassing back, you leave the dishcloth on the sink and head back to your place at the kitchen island. You love helping him, but you decided to let him do his thing this time.

By nightfall, the pizzas are in the oven. All three of them, despite knowing you won't eat that much. But one is for Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, and the other two will probably cover up all meals for a while. That if Keanu doesn't bug you with eating super healthy on every single meal. The brownies arrive too, and you thank Anne a lot as you bite one of them.

The only thing to ruin the night, well, that got close to, was that the sudden violent wind caused a blackout. You were eating at the kitchen table when it happened, and Keanu left to check if there was anything he could do. There isn't, but he did find some candles and the pizza night became a lot more romantic instantly.

Right now, already satisfied after two slices only, you admire his face in the different lighting, his hand holding yours over the table.

“We should go out. Like a date.” He suggests, and it makes your smile grow wider. “If that's alright with you.”

“Of course it is. We're married.” Shrugging your shoulders, you notice the subtle change on his face. You never get it, it's a mystery. “Ke, what's wrong?” It's not the first time it happens, but even though you're getting to know him, learning to read his expressions, this one is still difficult.

“Nothing, beautiful. It's nothing.” He assures you in a low voice. “Do you wanna head upstairs? A shower lit by candles must be quite an adventure.”

He always does that. He says it's nothing and changes the subject... But you guess it's alright. Maybe Keanu remembers the accident. The wife he lost that day. Or maybe something you shared before that's completely gone for you. “Great.”

“You can go first. I'll clean this up.”

“Leave the dishes to me. I can do them tomorrow.” You say as you walk past him, a hand on his shoulder. “You already made dinner for us.”

“Alright.” He agrees and you smile before going upstairs.

Showering with nothing but candles to light up the bathroom is weird, and you almost slipped. And that you'll never tell Keanu or else who knows what he'll do. But it was different. Once you're done, you leave the bathroom loosening the bun you had your hair in, letting it down. “Your turn with the medieval style shower.”

“I didn't know they had bathrooms like this back then.” Keanu snaps at you, smirking.

“You couldn't just go with it, could you?” Rolling your eyes, you walk over the slide glass door that leads to the balcony, just to watch as the wind still rushes through.

“Absolutely not.” It's the last thing you hear before the door closes.

With your eyes on the street down there, you hope this wind won't bring anyone trouble by tomorrow. At least the news said the weather will get better in a couple of days.

After some minutes watching the threes bending under the weight of the wind, you walk back to the bed, sitting on the edge. This place is feeling more like home as the days go by, and you're falling back into the life you once had. And it's good. Despite all the medicine you still take, the endless appointments, and a very, very overprotective husband, everything is good. More than that, actually. It does bring you relief to know you were this happy before. That you weren't alone, that you somehow managed to find someone so amazing. You know it was probably difficult in the beginning, with him being a public figure, and so many years older, but look where you are now. It was worth it. It ended up in the best way possible. And you couldn't ask for anything else.

“Lost in thoughts?” His voice startles you, as he comes from the bathroom.

“A little.” Getting on your knees on the bed, you cross it until you're face to face with him. Well, he's still taller, but you don't mind. You like it a lot, actually. Smiling you wrap your arms around his neck. “But they were good thoughts.”

“That's good to know.” He whispers, and you can't resist the proximity, so you just kiss him.

It was supposed to be just a quick thing, soft and sweet, but it soon becomes too needy. You shouldn't be this needy, and you don't know where it comes from. But it doesn't take much until you're awkwardly wrapping your legs around his waist, but the sudden change of balance makes you fall back on the bed, giggling through the kiss. But you don't mind. You don't want this to stop.

But you sigh when Keanu pulls away, opening your eyes to look at him, his eyes barely lit by the two candles, one on each nightstand. “What?” You ask, your voice a little weak, you're not sure why.

“If we keep this going...” His voice fades, and you feel when he removes some of his weight from you. He wasn't crushing you, but you were feeling all of his body. “...I don't think we'll be interrupted this time.”

You get what he means. There won't be calls this time, nothing too put a stop to whatever is going to happen. But you don't care. He's your husband, and you're falling for him. You want this. “I don't want it to be interrupted, Ke.” You tell him, thanking the darkness because you're sure you never blushed this much.

“Are you sure you want this?” A thunder almost clouds his voice, but you manage to hear it.

It's kind that he still wants to know how you feel. Keanu doesn't push you, he never has. It suddenly snaps that you love him, that this is right. “I'm sure.” You whisper back, eyes closing again when Keanu leans in for another kiss.

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