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henneseyhoe · 9 months

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Adonis being clingy with his wife and new baby.

Adonis x BLACK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS: postpartum depression mentions, other baby related stuff

SUMMARY: Adonis trying to be as helpful as he can, but the reader finds it a bit overwhelming while dealing with postpartum depression.

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“Pacifiers?”

“Check”

“Burping cloth?”

“Check”

“Bibs?”

“Check. Babe, we have everything. I promise” I chuckle, watching Adonis go through a list of baby necessities on his phone, while trying to calm the whining boy in his arms, the man being adamant on keeping everything where they need to be just for times like this when his son was irritated.

“We have diapers right?”

“Mhm”

“What about wipes?”

“Yes, all in the nursery, Donnie”

“Okay, good, good….you need anything? Thirsty?” He tucks his phone away, rocking the now resting baby in his arms.

“Mmm…water, maybe?” I shrug and he nods, rushing out of the room. He had been acting like this all day, running around the house like a chicken with its head cut off. I hadn’t even been home for two hours yet, just coming back from the hospitals secondary check up after a very unplanned home birth. The house was a mess from two days ago, my poor mother and brother being stressed out of their minds trying to deliver a baby that wasn’t supposed to be here just yet.

Luckily, him coming two weeks earlier didn’t matter and he was healthy as a horse. with the way he was screaming at the top of his lungs, you could tell that was a healthy baby. But, meanwhile I was pushing a 5 pound, big headed baby out of me, Adonis was scrambling to find a flight back to Cali so he could make it to the birth, which was unsuccessful. It took an entire day and some change to get back home, the man so disappointed in himself that he took a business trip so late in my 3rd trimester.

Though I told him to do it, he still felt bad, promising to never leave my side in circumstances like this ever again. The birth went smoothly even though it wasn’t expected, and as soon as Adonis landed, he was blowing up my phone with FaceTimes back to back. And he was completely serious with the ‘never leave your side” thing, cause he was on me like white on rice when he got home. Helping me to and from the bathroom, even though I could walk fine, supplying me with any kind of food or snack I asked for, diaper duty, which was the best perk, and massages.

He was showering me with all kinds of love and affection, but as fast as my high came from giving birth, the lows swooped in just as quick. The 6th day after birth came and postpartum depression came knocking. I was still functioning though. Not cause I wanted to, but because I had an infant now and had no time to dissect why I really felt the way I did.

As more days passed, I became more agitated with my circumstances and Adonis constant ‘bugging’. I knew it was from a place of love, but I needed rest before anything. I was just too cautious to tell him that, afraid I’d end up sounding like a bitch because I wanted a break from my husband for a few hours. Some women would have to beg their husbands to do what Adonis does, but I felt ungrateful because I didn’t have to, and quickly got tired of that because of emotions I couldn’t control.

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About three more days had gone by, and it had officially been a month since giving birth. My postpartum depression had subsided a bit, and I felt better about myself, but Adonis was the same, and so was my sleep schedule.

“…can I help you, sir?” I look over my shoulder, spotting my husband watching me intensely. The infant I had in my arms whines and mixes at the sudden movements, unlatching from my nipple for a moment before going right back to feasting. I was reclined in a couch placed in the nursery, praying to god that I could catch some Z’s.

“Huh?” He queries, still staring.

“You’ve been following me around the house like a lost puppy all day. Now you over my shoulder watching me nurse like I don’t know what I’m doing” I say, a bit agitated since I haven’t slept for more than a few hours everyday for the passed month.

“What? I know you know what you’re doing, baby” He completely ignores my other statement, his attention still drawn to my current ‘activity’. I blink at him for a prolonged second, then laughed, shaking my head. “Okay, well back up off my bumper, can you?” I suggest, waving him off with my hand. He sighs, leaning up and walking away. “Your daddy is a bit obsessed, don’t you think?” I look down at our son, his brown eyes fluttering closed as he begins to drift off into his fourth nap of the day.

I close my eyes too, relaxing.

‘Maybe I could sneak in a nap too’

just as I thought I was gonna have peace and quiet, I feel Adonis plop down right besides me, looking over my shoulder. I was in my right mind to lock him in a room now. I sigh, opening my eyes back up to the unpleasant sight of the sun shining through the baby blue curtains across from me. I’d rather see the inside of my eyelids. I was exhausted.

“…he looks like me, doesn’t he?” He pokes, smiling down at his new found pride and joy.

I slowly turn my head to the man, his face being so close to me that our noses touch. “Donnie…get outta my face” I mellowly warn him, ready to run him out of the nursery.

“I’m sorry! I’m just intrigued. I wasn’t there for when he came, I just wanna make that time back” I bite back a loud cackle for the sake of not scaring my son out of his cinnamon toned skin. Snorting, I cover my mouth.

Giving him a ‘be serious’ look with the tilt of my head, I uncover my mouth. “Donnie, please. It’s been almost five weeks since his birth, you came a day late, and it’s not your fault. Be happy you even found a flight that would get you back here so suddenly. Plus, you already made that 24 hours back, now you just being clingy” I say, pecking his lips twice. “It’s just a bit…overwhelming right now, that’s all,”

“I’m not saying it’s you, I’m not not really in a place to…ya know…be as social with you as I was before”

He nods, understanding. “And you know I love you, but sometimes I don’t need anything at all, just silence” Taking in everything I say, he doesn’t argue, understanding that maybe he was doing a little much on the waiting hand and foot, asking me questions at every movement I made.

He caresses my thigh, kissing my forehead. “I’m sorry. I’m really not trynna stress you, I just don’t wanna feel like I’m not doin’ enough, or want you to feel like I don’t care”

I smile. “It’s okay. Just tone it down a bit, okay? Next week I promise you can be as clingy with us as you want” he nods, starting to play with the little mitten that covered our sons hand. I knew he still wasn’t gonna leave any time soon yet, waiting for the baby to stop eating so he could hold him again. I just let him be. For now.

“Does it hurt?” He asks suddenly, and I shake my head. “Not really. It did for the first few times, but since he’s latching better, no”

“…he getting enough, right?”

I pause, my eyebrow raising at the man.

“Yes, my titties produce enough milk for our son. Any other questions, doc?” I ask with playful attitude.

He shakes his head, still looking. It was silent for a moment , only the sounds of summer rain tapping against the window and swallowing followed by shallow sighs from the infant being heard. That was until I decided to put my boob up and replace my nipple with his favorite paci since he had fallen asleep, remembering the doctor told me not to feed him while he’s not awake, considering my milk supply was fine and he gets full fast.

Yet, that still doesn’t stop my husband from breathing down my neck, attempting to reach for him, which I dodge by brushing him off with my shoulder.

Taking a breath, I glare at him. “What, Adonis? You wanna feed him?”

His eyes glimmer with excitement as he smiles, perking up at the simple question. “I can? Yeah” he asks before quickly answering.

“Grow some titties then” I pat his chest then stood to my feet, now attempting to burp the resting baby.

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thementalshawty · 4 months

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Who’s Your FS PT. 2

Heyyyyyyyyy happy ‘24!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m back with the awaited pt2 to who’s your FS. Now if I’m guessing most of you saw pt1 and just back here for confirmation or for more information, now for those who are new here hellloooooooooo! This is a shorter version of p1 only I’m using one deck for this reading. @silvershiningtarot gifted me the tea leaf oracle deck so that is what I’ll be using for this reading! Thanks baby!! Now REMEMBER THIS IS A GENERAL READING! Take what resonated and leave the rest for others to take in you want something more personal, you’ll have to purchase a reading from me, or any other great reader on here, mmk? Til then just take what resonates with you in this general reading! Choose an emoji and let’s get started and TAROT IS A SUGGESTIVE METHOD, DO NOT RELY ON ANYONE OR ANYTHING TO MAKE OR DICTATE DECISIONS AND MOVES FOR YOUR LIFE! YOU’RE THE POWER!

P4: 🖤

P5 :💞

P6:🫶🏽

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Pile IV

Your spouses have faced major challenges and obstacles in their lives, they’ve climbed many a mountain basically. They aren’t a weak minded person, they got heart p4 and they’re brave! They’ve faced so much they don’t back down from shit! This person is a survivor, a soldier, a warrior lol! I can’t stop bragging about how strong and fierce they are! They’ve been hit with so much shit and they’ve climbed it, I feel like right now they’re facing yet another major challenge in their lives. There’s rats around them, people that are secretly working against them behind their backs, they’re not even aware of it or who it could be cos they’re so focused on what they’re facing. Poor babies! These are my survival mode babies! They have paranoia, they think everyone is after them most likely, they are afraid of peace cos they don’t trust it, they had to defend themselves their whole lives. “All my life I had to fight.” Maybe they had a color purple kind of life, like Celie, or Sofia, but don’t look at the gender of them, it can be male, female, gender less, this person has been through some shit and they still are needing to defend themselves, don’t feel bad for them tho, they can handle it I feel, they’re hella strong but they shouldn’t have to be going through shit just cos they can handle it or they’re strong you know?? They’re a bit defensive too only cos they always had to defend themselves so they don’t understand the concept of constructive criticism or advice from bullying or trying to tear them down, they never had anything healthy to compare the toxicity too. So be mindful of that. They’re successfully overcoming a problem right now! They always land on top! They are the type to get kicked down but have the last laugh. They cannot be defeated, they lose battles but they WIN WARS! Maybe some of them live over a bridge or live where there’s a famous bridge (golden gate bridge I heard so maybe some of them or you are in cali). This person is a new person entering your life not an ex or someone you have met already, you haven’t met this person, you can possibly know of them, but you didn’t meet yet. They are arrogant and boastful and it’s cos what they went through. They are high! Very cocky they got an ego, and it’s cos whoever or whatever crossed them or tried to cause them harm failed and was destroyed leaving them way better than before. So they feel untouchable. They’ve been grieving some kind of loss, they have sorrowful moments especially when they relive or reminisce about what they went through and lost. They’re starting over and recreating their lives, venturing out into new territory or new methods of life, they’re hella creative and idealistic so they are now coming up with new and impressive ways of going about things. They may like watching the sunrise, could’ve been born at sunrise? They’re an early bird most likely. They’re a king/queen to themselves and they don’t need any validation from anyone! EVER! They persevere and never give up, this is how they overcome issues, they’re not the type to just take shit lying down, they’re a fucking fighter. They have plenty of material things, they have a lot of stuff, I’m not seeing hella wealth but they have plenty of money, they can afford whatever they want in that moment. They’re cocky cos they know they fought for everything they have so they feel they’ve earned the right to be cocky. They have been disappointed by friends and lovers in their lives who I feel have plotted behind their backs, it’s almost like I’m getting the rise of Tony Montana from Scarface, maybe they like that movie, they have a nice house and nice shit in their homes (random). They’re over thinkers, I told you they’re paranoid, they think that everything may crash and burn and they will have to struggle again like they’re used to but they are getting better and better each challenge or obstacle. I think that they’re bigger than you, some of them are tall, heavier, curvy, just bigger than you some in height some in weight. They are coming out of their cocoon a butterfly they are going through

Yet another transition and transformation, it’s for the better they are going to emerge from this so much better, stronger and more abundant I feel, I think that they always end up financially secure or blessed after every challenge they end up gaining some money that’s why they have so much shit I feel, they love to celebrate themselves. They are a happy go lucky type of person because they have been through shit and they have won every single war they’ve been in so they feel like they’re blessed and have good luck, others may gossip and say that they’re a lucky person but they’re really just good like that! They deserve their position in life, I promise you they do!

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Pile V

Happiness is important to this person. This is the type of person where money doesn’t matter to them. They just want to do what makes them the happiest, not that they aren’t taken care of financially, but they aren’t a shallow or materialistic individual. They love standing in the sun, they probably laugh loud and proud they are one of the happiest people you’ll ever meet in your life, they hate being upset or angry, it takes a lot to make them mad I feel. They have built a nest for themselves, they have a cozy home I feel, they are filled with so much love, they’re emotionally secure and they come from a loving family, or they want to create a loving and emotionally secure family. They definitely want kids, family is important to them which is why I think they were indeed brought up in a loving home at least some of them did, very warm and fuzzy person. They believe in love and happiness they believe love will bring them true happiness! I love them! They have a two faced friend in their life right now tho, this person around them is a fake ass person being fake but they only see the one face right now, idk if they don’t wanna face it or they genuinely don’t know about this person but they have a fake ass friend amongst them P5. They can be a cat person, they can even feed the birds or have a bird house at their house, you know what I feel too, they have one of those fountains for the birds outside their house, a family of birds could live outside their house. They have great fortune, like I said they are taken care of financially, I feel like because they don’t chase money like how everyone else is so obsessed with the bag, they’re not which is why money and fortune finds them simply they don’t chase anything but their happiness honestly. They are a very blessed person, a human four leaf clover 🍀! You’ll feel blessed around them too, maybe some of them are born in march, I do get wager sign vibes from this deck. Their skin is on the darker side, especially if you’re looking for a wife she’s got a darker complexion than you or her hair! It can also be their mom, or sister only because family is hella important so is their culture too, I feel some of you guys share the same culture others differ but even the ones that share the same culture you may not be into it as deep as they are they are devout to their culture and family. They may have gotten their money through inheritance, or winning something it could’ve even been some kind of windfall either way it came to them very naturally and it was like a stroke of luck or a blessing they are wealthy, they could’ve even inherited a beautiful piece of property. Something wealthy and grand they have! Money or some grand property. They are protected from negative forces, their guides and ancestors don’t play with them, anything negative that comes their way doesn’t affect them directly or heavily! They’re blessed frfr, truly lucky person! I’m happy for this person! Fuck that fake ass friend tho. P5 you gotta winner here! They may own a boat, 🛥️ yacht? This pile I’m getting old money vibes, wealth, old Victorian homes and castles type of background with this person. Idk. I see that because this person is so blessed and rarely sees any negativity, they aren’t very used to being told anything less than great, they need to learn how to accept valid criticism, I feel they feel anyone telling them anything less than satisfactory is a hater. They don’t want their happiness interfered with. I feel like there is some criticism that they need to listen to. So they have some downfalls in this person. Some of them could’ve been born rich. I feel like they are spoiled, the silver spoon ones. They are only used to having the best so anything less is not what they pay attention too. Others I feel they inherited money but before they did they accepted the fact that things suck sometimes so when anyone come to them with it they try to brush it off cos they know life sucks sometimes but they pay no mind to it which is a high vibe but also low too. They’re a fucking soaring 🦅 EAGLE! They

faced obstacles, struggles and troubles and they triumphed over it, beautifully, so they may be spoiled but they are strong and resilient! They will handle what they need too! Eagle could be a bird they love or I’m hearing maybe some of them have an eagle tatted. This fake ass friend I feel like they are undependable and insincere but they make excuses for them, only to avoid facing an issue, this may be a family friend? I feel there’s a hesitation to cut this person off, this person your spouse cannot depend on yet…….. that person still around I bet. Ugh! 😩! Your person needs to stop being so nice, they are sweet as fuck and I feel this person uses the family and your person. They are the type to get warnings ahead of time, whether it be their intuition or an actual person warning them but I feel like they always get the heads up! They are about to face a problem in the near future if they’re not facing nothing now. Some of you will be dealing with a person with white, blonde, or gray hair, some could dye it, some older, shit some is both! They’re the type of come from the families of legacies, like fashion companies, hotels, inventions, etc. They could have been next in line? I feel like with others who gained the wealth I feel like they worked but it came rather quickly, your spouse found what they loved and made millions off it. This pile is a lot about their possessions because even the next card is letting you know that right now they are increasing in material wealth right now, spiritual growth as well, which why I feel like this fake ass friend will be seeing the door soon this year! They could’ve had a goldfish as a pet or they do right now (Random). They love to vacation and take time away from everything. They’re a traveler! They are the type to drop everything and go to the fuccin Mykonos or Fiji just cos they can! They are extremely wealthy! Billionaire status to some of them I feel the ones that come from money in their family. Others they are millionaires or damn near close asfcc they could be on vacation right now, or they’re in desperate need of one.

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Pile VI

They are highly praised and thought of, this may be the fame pile and nah not entertainment celebrity but a celebrity in their fields. They’re know as probably gods/goddesses in their field of work. They’re very loved and adored by many, they have lots of fans and people throwing themselves at them. They’re very loved! 🥰 Love is hella important to them. They want to love so much! They search for true love, they may wear bows in their hair, remember bows are just accessories for any gender!!! They could be born in November or you may meet them around that time. I feel like Thanksgiving may be important to them too, they may love helping others, volunteering, I am hearing turkey drives. This is your true love by the way P6. They are in some trouble right now or have gotten into some trouble, either they were making accusations or someone was making accusations against them. I feel they’re in the hot seat at the moment or they’re putting someone else in the hot seat. I feel like it’s the first one, lots of people may be jealous of their fame, success so they’re doing anything they can to make them fall and suffer, lose that credibility. They feel like something is lacking in their life, I feel like it’s love but it can be anything, from money or goals, they just feel like they’re lacking something in their lives. They also I feel keep their emotions tucked in a barrel, I’m hearing some shit about image so maybe that’s how they move, they move the way they think they should to keep the fame. Opportunities are waiting for them at the door, opportunities that they create for themselves. Great businessmen/women! They handle the shit right! I’m not sure if they have a lot of money I don’t think they do I think they have a lot of fame, and notoriety but I don’t feel like they are rich or wealthy enough yet, they aren’t struggling they’re building up but they’re not where they want to be right now. They are about to have an exciting event that I feel will bring them in everything that they want. I feel like you guys may meet an exciting event. I feel like they may have a gong or like the sound of them ? (Random). They will be successful that’s guaranteed I’m seeing, they took their time, planned right and worked their fucking asses off they will be hella successful this year !!! This is a NEW PERSON! You don’t know them, you haven’t met them, like p4 you could’ve heard of them but you haven’t met them yet, this person hasn’t entered your life yet but they will, I think this year!!!! As soon as I said that a month card came out man!!! May!!!! They can be a Taurus, or Gemini, Scorpio or Sagittarius. They hella sensual. They may like to eat! You may meet in May. They have flopped a few times coming up in their lives, they’ve tried many different approaches and ways and have been unsuccessful. They didn’t give up they kept going and told themselves that they would be better next time and they were going to make it! They’re very focused i am getting earth sign energy major Capricorn energy especially! They are very poetic. Some of them are writers, or write with quill. 🪶. They are so creative and they are getting the start they deserve, they just want to make it, they just want to make it in what they love and continue getting the love for it, I honestly hope they do. Things are going to change for the better for them, they will make it and be successful and they will be triumphant and whatever they are facing in life. They are a bit arrogant and boastful, they aren’t a dick but they’re very egotistical and they don’t play about what they have, don’t cross these people either I feel like bad karma happens to those who cross your spouses, hella protected in the spirit world and I feel they know that and that’s why they are so cocky well a part of it, they are loud and they are goin to be heard no matter what, they show off too, I’m telling you major Capricorn vibes, this person is on their way to becoming CEO’s and Bosses this year yahhhhhh!

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Well thanks for tuning in!

Happy fuccin new years🎉

Get ready for the new year it’ll be killer!

Up’s and down’s but you’re a lot further than you were before so don’t forget it!!

I hope you enjoyed the reading and it brought you confirmation and clarity. TRY NOT TO COMMENT ANY THING ABOUT WHAT YOU READ! Some people look at the comments and are swayed to choose a certain pile based on someone else’s confirmation so please! If you have anything you want to say dm me, send in an ask, please try to comment only your feelings about the reading not any revealing information if that makes sense! Thanks babessss!

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queers-gambit · 2 years

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Dating Billy Hargrove HC's

pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Stranger Things

warnings: cursing, abusive parents, dysfunctional relationships, toxic lovers, romanticism of toxic character. borderline NSFW because sex is a part of relationships (and this is Billy we're talking about, so...) please proceed maturely.

• strap in - let's fucking GOOOOOOOOO

• this boy is something else, okay? he's like nobody you've ever met, anyone you've ever dated - he's unlike anybody in this small town that you've grown up in your whole life.

• he's a Cali boy - he even smells like trouble!

• oh, but Billy Boy isn't all that meets the eye. he's complex, he's damaged, he's confused, he's harboring a lot of anger and resentment.

• his mom's been gone and out of the picture for so long, one might worry he's taken on a harmful view towards women. however, that's not the case at all.

• you meet on his first day of school - i know, i know, how cliche, right? only it was completely unavoidable. you were a star student, all right? your grades weren't stellar but they weren't bad; you tested decently well; maybe you played a sport and had a club or two you attended.

• it makes you the perfect student for the guidance counselor to select "randomly" to help show the new kid around.

• he's not very warm when you first meet. he's got this look in his eye and they way he totally shmoozed Miss McKenna (the principals own middle aged assistant) was enough to make your mind throw up multiple red flags.

• so you show him around. answer a few questions but when he tries to get personal, maybe asking what you were doing after school, you insist the tour's over and he could find his way from there.

• you don't give him a second glance as you leave him alone in the hallway and Billy's lips are pulling in a smirk.

• he was unlike anyone you knew - but you were the exact breath of fresh air Billy needed.

• so, he pines. poor baby doesn't know what to do when a girl isn't melting on the spot when he looks at her. in fact, he's not seen you or spoken to you since you showed him around.

• drives him a little crazy but he's fine. because eventually, he finds you one day, after school, looking distraught. it's obvious you want to be alone based on your location and Billy's never been the comforting type, all right?

• doesn't stop him from approaching you and silently taking the seat on the pavement beside you. he doesn't speak. just lights a cigarette and hands it to you before lighting one for himself. the silence prolongs until you break it.

• "what're you doing here?" you sniffled, trying to hide the emotion you felt.

• and Billy would shrug, "just hangin'. looked like you could've used some company."

• you're vulnerable, so, you admit you're waiting for your father and when you mention you don't have the best relationship, he goes rigid with understanding and empathy.

• an emotion he's NOT accustomed to.

• he learns your father and mother divorced years ago and he's been in and out of your life since. however, he called that morning and begged to pick you up from school so you could have some 'father-daughter time'... yet here you were, tears in your eyes, waiting on a man who wouldn't show.

• Billy offers you a ride home and finds he enjoys your banter so much, he offers to drive you home the next day.

• you're a little suspicious but he doesn't make a single move. he just drives you home after school, both of you lost in some ridiculous conversation that you're not even sure how it started.

• it then turns into him picking you up before school, too. just for a little extra time together.

• oh, and then, he was coming to your house on the weekends.

• he didn't mind you fussing in his hair if it meant he could light a joint and relax without the fear of his father.

• in fact, Billy becomes so dependent on you and the escape your presence provides him that he keeps a small duffel bag full of clothes in your closet. for emergencies, you know?

• and there are a few emergencies, sure. you're pretty used to him crashing a night there. you'll wash the dirty clothes he leaves and put them in the duffel after for next time.

• again, he's a Cali boy so he smokes. and he'll be really critical of the weed in Hawkins 'cause he's used to 'good shit'.

• but considering the small town, he takes what he can get.

• you have a lot of open, honest, vulnerable conversations when smoking because both of your filters will go down.

• he doesn't realize it until later but those are the moments he's opening himself up to you most in. while scary, he feels something akin to relief and gratitude to have someone to share parts of himself with.

• your friendship starts off innocent; just two people hanging out, cracking jokes, complaining about their home life. but it changes around December.

• you become close to Max - it's almost impossible not to. you're fond of Billy and would do what you could to help take him away from the pain of his father, but Max didn't really have anyone.

• until the party adopted her, but outside that, she got used to seeing you around a lot. and no, you never minded when she'd ask for your help on something; be it boys, school, friends, or her skateboard.

• you and Max bond by her teaching you to skate. and Billy won't admit it, but his heart felt ten times lighter the day he looked out the window and saw your hands clasped in Max's, rolling on her board, both of you laughing so hysterically, it made you fall to the grass.

• the laughter didn't end for the rest of the day, and Max wondered if this was what a sister felt like.

• in December, you accept to help her get ready for the Snowball Dance! precious babies!

• you bring a whole suitcase full of clothes, a tote bag of shoes, make-up, and hair accessories. and of course, a few magazines for references.

• when Billy opens the door, he smirks as he takes in your baggage, "movin' in, princess?"

• he reaches to take the tote bag off your shoulder so you wouldn't carry the weight.

• but Max is there, nudging him out of the way, "she's here for me."

• when Billy's puppy-eyes turn to you, you can't help but sigh lightly and hand Max the wheeling suitcase. she dashes back for her room and you stand in front of Billy, hands flattened against his waist as you tease lightly, "you're gonna have to share me, you know."

• his eyes would roll lightly, "says who?"

• "behave," you chuckled, moving to help Susan get Max ready. and by the end of the night, you're waving the redhead off with Billy's arm slung around your shoulders. "see what happens when you're patient?"

• Susan and Neil dropped Max off before going on their own date, meaning you and Billy were home alone.

• you might've felt nervous but he never pressured you. instead, he seemed a little more tender as the holidays drew on and you had a sneaking suspicion he was mourning the life, and family, he knew before.

• so, what do you do? you're pulling ingredients out in his kitchen and insisting he helps you make a batch of cookies. the radio is flicked on and Christmas carols ring around the room.

• he's not good at baking but he laughs more in those two hours than he had in a full week. his eyes get soft and he might even act on the way his heart feels vulnerable, pulling you in for a slow dance around the kitchen.

• snow MIGHT even start to fall outside, marking this as your very own Snowball Dance.

• Billy kisses you that night, your lips tasting like the batter your finger had taken a dollop of. it's a searing kind of kiss, the one that feels like a long time coming - finally arriving and making your body explode with pinpricks of hormones.

• needless to say, you two were joined at the hip from that day on. Neil wasn't the biggest fan of you because you were just so fucking nice - it confused him what you saw in Billy.

• but you saw all the best parts of him, despite Neil's conditioning to showcase the worst.

• so, you're dating now, right? beautiful. doesn't mean it's perfect, okay? Billy's still a little bent outta shape that he requires time and understanding.

• he's doing his best, okay?

• he curses, like, a lot. at you, near you, in reference to you. but he’ll never resort to cheap ploys and will always comes to your defense if someone’s out of line.

• big fan of the whole ‘total dickhead to everyone except so-and-so’. cause that’s you and Billy.

• but when Billy's your boyfriend, oh, lord! get ready for the PDA 'cause he's chomping at the bit to touch you every moment.

• it shocks you to learn physical touch is his love language, what with the way Neil abuses him; you'd assumed touch might trigger him.

• but Billy explains to you that your touch could never hurt him and he relishes in the warmth your hands provide. instead of the fear Neil instilled, your touch gave comfort. warmth. hope, and peace.

• so, you run with that information. walking around the mall? your hands are conjoined or an arm is around someone's waist. at school? your hand might stray to run through his curls in the cafeteria, earning his attention. grocery store? boy's got his hands around your waist, or somewhere near your neck, while you push the cart lazily up and down the aisles.

• yes, yes, yes, Billy comes to you when anything goes wrong. he's never been like that, he doesn't understand why now, all of a sudden when he's overwhelmed, he's sneaking out and running to your house. but you're a safety net for him, and you wipe his tears; how can he not feel safe with you?

• your mom don't like him 'cause she's heard all the rumors. she even once belonged to Karen Wheeler's bookclub but left it because all the middle aged ladies were talking about her daughter's boyfriend hyper-sexually.

• she had a hard time looking Billy in the eye after that.

• it makes your mom a bit uneasy. but she respects your wishes and your want to be in a relationship. so, life carries on with a few back handed or passive aggressive comments.

• you don't like the smell of cigarettes so he won't smoke around you. you know it's a hard habit to kick and sometimes he'll ask if it's okay, but he'll definitely refrain from smoking cigarettes around you.

• he might even start to feel a little insecure and leaves an extra shirt in the trunk of his car to change into so that your nose isn't pressed right against the smoke-filled fabric.

• Billy's a big ass baby, man. look, he's a total sucker for not doing shit; throwing a movie on and literally laying on top of you. one of your hands would run through his hair as the other caressed the skin of his neck and cheek. one leg laid flat along his as the other bends to lean against his hip and keep him cocooned in your love.

• he'll often fall asleep like that. big ass baby. God, i love him.

• loves when you play with his hair. you're the only one he allows - no, i'm serious! others have tried, others really want to, but Billy never let them. until you and then it felt like your hands belonged in his silky tresses.

• don't get me started on Billy being protective. cause that's his whole thing, okay?

• shit, got me started. look, so, Billy gives a WHOLE new meaning to being protective. he's defending you against anyone - even his own father - because nobody talks shit about you.

• he's been handed a few beatings by Neil for raising his voice in defense of you.

• but he says he'd do it again and again. nobody got to say a single word he didn't like about you. girls in the locker rooms? yeah, all that gossip stopped after Billy confronted the cheer captain before Chrissy.

• few boys at a party looking at you like you're a piece of meat? oh, look! a heavy arm is slinging around your shoulders to turn you; a hand gripping you cheeks to pull you in for a bruising kiss. due to the intensity, you know he's staking his claim; sliding your tongue into his mouth as distraction.

• does the trick because he's groaning when you pull back. his hand's on your ass, telling anyone watching who you belonged to.

• he'll approach those dudes later and growl, "i catch you lookin' at my girl again, it'll be the last time you have eyes."

• is it aggressive? yes, but so is Billy, and so is his determination to protect you. he doesn't always know the best way to do that but he's figuring it out as he goes.

• you often have talks about his protectiveness but you understand he's very unsure how to go about all of this, so, you both take it in stride. if he catches your glare when he's acting up, he'll begrudgingly back down but that's okay. why? 'cause you're taking his hand and pulling you both away from whatever situation set him off.

• and he's a sweetheart when he wants to be. baby boy can't stand to see your tears, so, if you start to cry, every defense he has is dropping.

• he's been the reason for your tears a few times and he's gutted by the idea. so, you see the progress he makes in avoiding previous issues to avoid your tears.

• communication's difficult for Billy but he tries, only for you. he knows you can't read his mind and he needs to verbalize his needs; maybe doing it a little roughly but he was doing it at least. and practice makes perfect, so, it's fine.

• because your relationship is a partnership that you both have equal stake in. your job isn't to judge, but to encourage.

• but you also get him to open up communication with Max and Susan - since Neil is a lost cause.

• you've never seen Neil physically strike Billy but you've heard the yelling and you've heard the impact of a few slaps from your place in Billy's bedroom and theirs from the kitchen.

• on those days, Billy's darting back into his room and closing the door before leaning against it. his cheek's red and swelling slightly, making you stand in worry. but your movement shakes him from his thoughts and he's sniffling, "get your things, sweet girl, we're heading out."

• "where?"

• "anywhere that isn't here. i can't have you here when he's riled up like that, we gotta go."

• always protecting you.

• ayo, y’all know that medallion he wears? well guess what? he placed it around your neck and claims it’ll protect you when he can’t. he wants to see it on you. my fucking HEART.

• Billy comes to you for any academic help. he doesn't give a single fuck about school, didn't even bring a pencil his first week. but he doesn't want to flunk out and repeat so he puts in just enough effort.

• sometimes, it's not enough and he's coming to you to help proofread his essay to ensure he got at least a 75% to weigh his grade to passing.

• he gets an 88% and fucks you into the mattress.

• you're a lot more inclined to help him with homework after that.

• he's a private person. so, even if you're left in his room while he showers or goes to handle whatever Neil's yelling about, you're not able to see many personal things. everything's hidden and you're not about to snoop through his shit.

• eventually, after a particularly hard day, he's holding you in his arms, on his bed, and then reaching for a wooden box under it. inside are pictures and memorabilia, explaining he hid it so Neil couldn't weaponize it against him.

• and in front of your eyes, he takes a polaroid photo of you two and places it in the box for safekeeping. "because i treasure you, my sweet girl," he'd whisper. "don't want anyone taking this from me."

• heart melts.

• Billy dominates you. like clockwork.

but y'all ever see Game of Thrones and Khaleesi rides Khal Drogo for the first time? he comes in ready to dominate her and she's like nah, l got this and rides him to oblivion?

• think THAT but with Billy.

• he'll want you to be a plaything one day, but the next, he's mewling like a bitch in heat while you ride him. he'll even let your hand wrap around his throat when you're on top.

• he won't admit he likes it but you can tell.

• Billy likes telling you how pretty you are. you get all flustered and he adores it, finding it funny that he'll be balls deep in you, telling you all kinds of profane things he wanted to do to your pussy and you'll just eat it up - but the moment he tells you you're beautiful, you're all embarrassed like a school girl.

• spurs the nickname "pretty girl". he'll call you other pet names, too, but he'll always resort back to "pretty" or "sweet girl".

• big sucker for the troupe, 'never calling you your government name unless angry' cause that's Billy. like 100%. he won't call you your name unless angry (at you) or trying to be serious. meaning it's always a pet name rolling off his tongue.

• HA! good luck trying to leave Billy without a kiss goodbye. it does NOT matter if you literally run up to him because you forgot your chapstick in his jacket pocket and have to get back to practice - he's pulling you in for a kiss before you leave. going to work? where's his kiss, huh? oh, you thought you were getting out of this car without a kiss? that's illegal. the toll tax is now three kisses.

• the boy melts when you kiss him and your hand will hold his cheek. so simple but so intimate for him.

• and when cuddling, he's a big fan of feeling your nails against his skin and scalp. he even likes it when you trace over his face with a fingertip, leaning in to peck his lips quickly before huddling back under his chin.

• Billy often wonders what he did to deserve you - often comes up with jackshit.

• he says he loves you first but it starts as a fight. probably over something stupid, like Tommy H. hitting on you in calculus, but it'll snowball out of control because he's scared of what he's feeling, and over the very idea that someone could take you from him.

• when Billy's scared, fight or flight kicks in and his natural instinct is to fight then flee. so, he'll pick at scabs and old wounds to make them bleed so you won't try to stop him when he leaves.

• but you've been around long enough to know how he ticks.

• the conversation will be instigated by you, begging him to tell you the fucking truth, and he's shouting, "because I'm in love with you, for fuck's sake!"

• mmmmh, yeah, you get fucked on the couch that night because you can't make it to his room. thankfully, nobody was home because y'all are like frantic rabbits going at it. and when you're on top that night, you tell him, "i love you too," against his lips; that fucking hand holding against his cheek.

• he goes a little feral and will wrap his arms around your waist to hold you in position before jackhammering his hips up into yours. growling, sweating, just desperate to be as physically close to one another as possible.

• he wants to hear you say you love him all the time now. Billy needs a lot of reassurance and you've plenty to give. he'll make it a point to remind you he loves you even when in a fight - the very idea of you thinking he didn't anymore enough to make him want to tug his hair out.

• baby boy feels like his mother didn't know / hear how much he loved her, and that's why she easily left him behind. so, he'll be damned if he lets you think the same thing.

• don't try the whole words of affirmation shit because it'll literally always end in a fight. some abusive conditioning can't be changed.

• doesn't mean you let Billy forget his value. and oh, fuck, is he grateful for you. he's insecure under all that bravado and telling him you see his value is almost as good as hearing you loved him.

• in public, he's usually whispering in your ear some shitty joke. arm around your neck and shoulders. just happy to be near each other and never once giving a fuck about PDA.

• you never touch a door, you hear me? never. Billy opens all doors, even if he's pissed off.

speaking of -

• nobody angers him like you, because you're so close.

• but also, nobody can bring Billy back to reality like you can.

• he stops beating people up because he worries about your opinion of him; and he never wants to give you reason to be afraid of him.

• but when angry, he's loud. he throws shit. he'll curse and when overwhelmed, he'll cry and break down in earnest confusion.

• his anger takes over and makes his heart feel heavy; but after the initial storm cloud, he's vulnerable and stripped bare of his defenses as you're cuddling him close.

• Billy tells you he doesn't like to be so angry and he's trying to find other outlets.

• and you assure him that it's okay to feel overwhelmed and like he's gonna blow his top off. it's okay to have emotion, and it's okay to not know what to do with it.

• fuck and that smile? man, he's got you like putty in his hands when he flashes that blinding smile.

• it's cool though 'cause he's totally whipped and if you pout, he's going to get whatever you asked him for. baby boy's a sucker for your puppy dog eyes, making it your secret weapon. you don't use it often but when you do, Billy swears his heart beat stops and speeds up all at the same time.

• he really likes kissing you. if you're not in the mood to fuck, you're tired, stressed, whatever, he's fine with it as long as you're game for a little make out session. honestly? you're never not game.

• Billy's a big cuddler but never in front of people, only ever in private.

• but he's very proud to be your man so he looks for any reason to touch you. it's a sense of both protectiveness and possession; daring anyone to come and relinquish his claim so he might have reason to beat the shit outta one of these punks looking at his girl.

• or so his brain tells him. he's much more even tempered with you but every now and then, old habits flare up, and it's up to you to safely defuse the time bomb that is Billy's anger.

• Billy often doesn't feel worthy of you, so, he'll start fights. you're quick to shut it down.

• and when it's good, it's really good.

• boy will bring you flowers because it makes him feel like he's doing at least something right. and the way your lips will spread in a beaming smile has him making a mental note to pick up another bouquet sometime soon.

• picnics. i know, he doesn't seem the type, you thought so as well. but it's solitary for you both; peaceful and away from the crazy shit going on in town. besides, when he's with you, he's not looking at anyone or wondering about their opinion - his focus is 110% on you.

• which means he can read your body language like he's fluent. nervous ticks? he knows 'em. gotta pee? he can tell. feeling some pent up sexual frustration? he's not sure how it's possible but he knows what's going on, and he's taking action.

• he knows your birthday and anniversary too, so, he's always prepared. never before had he cared about ANY of that - but then you happened, and it all changed.

• ugh - changing Billy's attitude around. he's not so much of a dickhead once he starts dating you. everyone at school notices it.

• he's stupid sweet and gentle with you. he'll stand at your locker and curl your hair behind both ears as you talk; completely focused on all that you are.

• rejects other girls (harshly) because he's enamored with you. and he doesn't like people hitting on him when they know he's with you, it feels like blatant disrespect.

• forehead kisses like a motherfucker.

• Billy telling you you're the calm he needs in life.

• he's adores you, kinda thing. you can do no wrong, kinda thing.

• he pulls you into his lap a lot. again, PDA ain't no worry to him. just no cuddling... but hanging on his lap with an arm around his shoulders is A-OK.

• in fact, he takes it a few steps farther and sees where the most public place you two can have sex is.

• so far, the movie theater was it but that was complicated and not a whole lot of fun considering you were freaked out the whole time.

• but you made it up to him by taking him up the water tower and going three rounds.

• sex is a staple in any relationship, okay? but Billy's never pressured you and always lets you drive the situation. he honestly likes spending time with you, so, if you don't fuck, he doesn't care.

• only your boyfriend is stupid hot and you look for reasons to jump his bones. mmh...

• and when he's feeling randy and wanting to dominate - LORD! the way that boy makes you feel should be borderline illegal. his touches like hot rocks against your skin; kisses from pillowy lips that tasted suspiciously like your chapstick; tongue sweeping over your neck and making your mind go a little fuzzy.

• you go with him on his 18th to get his skull tattoo. you make a joke about getting a matching one but he's really turned on by the idea. you consider it for a few months.

• maybe you do it, maybe not. but you do get a tattoo and Billy's almost humping the air when he sees it.

• nope, he's not letting you paint his nails but he'll give you his opinion on colors. in fact, he'll catch a little bit of an attitude when he notices the once cherry red color of your fingernails has turned into a midnight blue, asking, "your other boyfriend like this color?"

• "baby, i can pick out my nail color."

• "just usually ask me my opinion," he'd huffed.

• you ask him before you change it now.

• matching his and her sunglasses.

• listen to me: nobody touches a fucking thing in Billy's Camaro. okay? but for you... yeah, okay, he's actually okay with you changing the radio station. and adjusting the temperature in the car. and sure, he'd probably kick anyone else out if they tried this, but he actually smiles when your feet escape your shoes to curl under you in his passenger seat.

• you're the only person he trusts to drive his car, too. doesn't happen often but twice now, he'd gotten shitfaced at a party and it was your responsibility to get you both home.

• clingy drunk Billy. might even fuck around and pout at you. Definitely just wants you to lay with him, touch him, be close to him.

• he's not used to being loved so it's a learning experience for you both. but when his head is nestled between your shoulder and neck, breathing in your scent while a hand lazily traces along your belly, there's nothing he'd rather do than this life with you.

• you're the calm, he's the fury. you're the eye, he's the storm. you're the soft and smooth, he's the rough and jagged. but i'll be damned if this relationship isn't exactly what he needs.

• you're unyielding in your love and affection, and he's silently thanking God as you lay in his arms. his eyes might even well with unshed tears as he thinks over in his head every reason he doesn't deserve you, but every reason he'll selfishly keep you.

• oof, but Billy operates on a short fuse so when he's feeling touchy, you have to tread carefully. due to how close you guys are, you're usually the first line of defense he takes his irritation out on and that results in you ignoring him for days.

• but Billy's full of remorse; knowing Neil made him feel like shit and it wasn't fair to in turn take it out on you, just so you'd feel the same. so, he's going to Max for advice.

• i know, holy shit, right? it's just, he's not used to fucking shit up and then wanting to fix it - he usually just runs. but he's tired of running, so, he asks Max to help.

• and Max loves you and thinks Billy's a different person since meeting and dating you, so, she agrees. and the Hargrove / Mayfield siblings are concocting some plan.

• turns out, he doesn't need a big plan - he just needs honesty. he'll get you your favorite flowers and crawl up the oak tree in your yard, balance himself, and knock on your window.

• '80s parents and guardians are oblivious, so, nobody hears him sneaking in and out almost every other night. call that child safety.

• but it's been 3 WHOLE days since he's seen or kissed you, and poor baby is going a little crazy. he'll present the flowers and crawl into your bed, the pair of you dedicating that moment to talk about what happened and how to avoid it in the future.

• and Billy might let a tear or two fall, asking, "why do you forgive me so easily?"

• "because i can see you're genuinely upset by this, baby," you'd sighed, pushing a few curls from his forehead. "but that doesn't mean this can continue. you've gotta do better, baby, please."

• "for you? anything."

• "do it for the both of us, hmm?"

• it's not all sunshine and rainbows when loving a complicated man, and i can't even say it'll be worth the inevitable uphill battle. but it's definitely a love for the ages and you wouldn't want anyone else.

• only guy who's ever made you squirt and he's very proud of that. it's now a personal mission of his to see how many orgasms he can coax from you in a single night. current record: seven. yeah, that boy wants to be soaked, wow. absolutely mesmerized by you when he gets this kind of physical reaction.

• he's always proud of you, too.

• if you're a cheerleader, he's picking you up in his arms and telling you how flawless your routine was (even if you know there was a few missteps).

• if you're an athlete, best believe he's at every single game just to cheer you on. he might even keep record of your stats.

• you passed that stupid hard final in your AP History class? you're literally rushing down the hall, spying Billy, and when he sees you coming with a grin and that fucking packet clutched in your hands, he's stooping low to catch you in his embrace and spin you around, "aha! my smart girl! i knew you'd do fine. you were worrying for nothin', huh? that's my girl."

• and when he calls you 'his girl', your stomach's in a flurry of butterflies no matter how often you hear it.

• you have a deal that you can't call him this in public but he doesn't all the way hate when you call him 'baby boy'.

hmmm, maybe i'm projecting...

• Billy talks about taking you to Cali with him. and you go visit his grandparents during spring break.

• when i say they adore you, i'm talking they fucking adore you to the point they're asking 18 year-old Billy when he's gonna pop the question.

• makes him choke a little out of surprise but recovers, "soon. you'll be the first to know when it happens."

• you can't help but joke, "wouldn't i know first?"

• "nah, i'd tell them before asking you," Billy smirked, nodding at his grandparents across the table.

• he's just so fucking different when in a good, loving, healthy relationship. he's toxic as fuck - we know - but he can recognize his wrongdoings and attempt to rectify them.

• he's constantly offering you compliments about anything.

• "God, you look adorable in that skirt - c'mere."

• "damn, baby, i didn't know Playboy was lookin' for new models."

• "you forreal wrote this essay? baby, this is really well done."

• "hey, superstar."

• mmh, breakfast dates are his favorite. breakfast foods are his favorite, so, you've gotten in a rhythm to cook for him on the weekend mornings.

• oof, wait! the dates! he's broke as shit, cool. but he can make anything an interesting time by just being there.

• so, you go to a lot of parties together but usually duck out with a handle of vodka to head for the quarry overlook. he likes to hang out there, laid back on the hood of his car, looking up into the vast nothingness of the universe while contemplating life.

• Billy's a deeper than we give him credit for. again, it's all hidden under a mask of indifference and dickheadedness, but it's there!

• nature hikes 'cause ain't sit else to do in this small town!

• he'll take you to concerts out of town; diners; long drives; fairs in the summer; he might've even arranged with his neighbor to let you guys in their backyard to hang out with the litter of puppies their dog just had.

• honestly, anything he can think of to make you smile, Billy's finding some way to make it happen.

• trust and believe you can handle his anger and outbursts. you don't shut down, you stand strong while rationally, logically trying to navigate his feelings. when he crosses a line, you'll end the conversation and walk away because he needs time to cool off.

• you're usually very forgiving but not always with Billy - who needs to learn there's often consequences to actions and words.

• hard lesson to learn but he's an avid student.

• Billy offering massages. his hands are Godly and you never refuse.

• might sound really out of character, but he's a fucking professional at handling your period. know how he keeps a duffel at your place? he's got one for you, too, at his. but it's period supplies so you never got a moment worrying about it.

• he'll pour some rice in a sock, tie it up, heat it for a minute or so, and lay it against your lower stomach before crawling into bed with you. sometimes, cramps might make you curl up a little in pain, but Billy's there to get you pain killers, water, snacks if you want them, but especially just to hold you.

• and he'll tell you he read some article in a magazine about how sex is supposed to help with period pains and cramps. what a horndog, you know? don't tell him, but it helps.

• Billy's an ass man. i wish i could explain it but if you get it, you get it. if you don't, that's okay. 'cause he's been known to be titty guy but it's your ass, man. Billy Boy loses rational thought when his hands are all over you.

• he gets you new earrings because you often accessorize your outfits with them. it was a fun yet subtle way to show off originality and Billy finds himself looking through a few jewelry kiosks at the mall.

• you cannot convince me otherwise that Billy doesn't get you a necklace with his name on it. i won't hear it 'cause he's definitely the type to, okay?

• his leather jacket is your favorite because it's oversized and has a musky undertone to the usual smell of his cologne. he knows this and will drop it over your shoulders without needing to ask if you're cold.

• but hey - you're a big fan of wearing your man's clothes, okay?

• he'll come pick you up for school and see you walking out in one of his shirts and have to swallow from the way his mouth salivates.

• finding empty classrooms during lunch or study hall to fuck in.

• Billy doesn't understand 'aftercare' until you. he'll stand from the bed to light a cigarette and tug his boxers on, peaking over at you and noting the way your legs trembled. he'd realize and grab his shirt to clean you up before laying right back beside you.

• "did i hurt you?"

• "no, i'm okay," you'd assure; the feeling of his bare skin on yours something close to Heaven on earth. and the way his finger tips would drag over your bare body, unsure of the patterns he's drawing; but sinking further into his embrace? yeah - God sent.

• while you don't often fight, if you piss him off, he's a loose canon. you remind yourself he's feeling defensive and like he has to lash out, trying not to take things to heart. but he's still Billy, still a dickhead, and he's still going for the jugular.

• he won't look at you for days. won't pick you up, drop you home, give your flowers, kiss you, won't even fucking acknowledge you.

• fuck, it hurts.

• but he's the one then showing up one morning outside your house as you get your shoes on to catch the bus.

• knowing he was over his initial irritation, you'll cautiously approach the car as he gets out.

• "here to insult me a bit more?"

• and his hand is running through his hair, eyes sad and downcast, ringed with red to indicate unrest and emotional turmoil.

• "i'm so fucking sorry, baby, i really am."

• here's the thing - Billy doesn't know how to apologize. he doesn't do it often to anyone, so, the words never really formed naturally on his tongue.

• but with you, he's on the verge of panicked tears as he's word vomiting to you how sorry he is. he'd never stutters over his apology to you because you're the only person he considers worthy of his genuine remorse.

• and you definitely punish him by making him hang out with you, Max, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley and the other party members.

• no, you don't get him to play D&D with them - mostly because Max warned them not even to mention it.

• but he's a good sport and will let the kids get in his car, the others in Steve's, and might take them to the pool despite being off for the day. only because he knows he has to make it up to you.

• look, he's got some flaws, okay? but Billy definitely tries his best when it involves something he's genuinely interested in. you're the first person in X number of years to warrant this kind of feeling in him, so, he's adamant on keeping this love.

• i can fix him, your honor! give me a chance!

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"You all really didn't have to come help me pack," Is all I can think to say once I get past the shock of opening my front door to players from the Devils, Ducks, and Canucks. "I- How did you all even know? Let alone get tickets so quick?"

"We're professional hockey players Kid, we have the money for last minute tickets AND the muscles for carrying heavy things into your Uhaul," Is Elias Pettersson's response.

"We're basically the dream team of moving," Is Cole's addition, popping out from behind Nico to give me a hug. Make that four NHL teams represented.

"But you didn't have to all come? I don't have that much stuff and I already had Trev and my brothers."

"Just say you're happy to see us and move over so we can get in," Is Brady's jab, pulling me into a hug before pushing me back into my nearly empty apartment, each boy giving me a hug as they go until the only ones left to enter are my brothers and boyfriend.

"Hey there Kiddo," Quinn greets, pulling me into his side and kissing the top of my head. "You didn't really think we wouldn't call in the army to make this easiest for you."

"Or that we wouldn't be coming with you to Cali to unpack," Jack chimes, holding up three tickets while still in the entry.

"Just the three of us, the other boys are all heading home tomorrow," Lu is the one to comfort, seeing the anxiety in my body rise and making it fall. "It looks like you pretty much have everything packed."

"I do," I agree, looking over the room of boxes, only a few items here and there as the men glance around, most having never seen my apartment before.

"What's left of this place is cute?" Dawson offers, trying his best to compliment what was left. "I'm sure it was even cuter before."

"Thank you Daws, that's a lot nicer than what Jamie was saying the other day," I chirp, the comment directed at said Ducks player who nearly drops the box that he had acquired.

"I didn't mean it like that! All I said was that this place wasn't cute enough for you!" He attempts to defend, looking to Trev for assistance.

"Not to defend his honor or anything, but he did follow it with 'your stuff will look so much cuter in our apartment'," Trev offers, and I can't help but jokingly roll my eyes.

"And this is why he's your one true love," I grumble, the Petey, Q, Jimmy and Mason walking out with boxes in hand, having just taken any old boxes and gotten moving.

"Hey now, you know you're my one true love, baby," Trev assures, moseying up in front of me and pulling me in by my hips, wrapping his arms around me and giving me a peck.

You can hear the groans of the room before you can actually determine who's groan is who's. All I do know is that Jack was definitely the one to say "ew" and Cole absolutely said "oh my poor eyes!"

Drama queens.

"Okay, that's enough of that," Luke is the one to pull me away from Trev, pulling on my hand like he did as a kid.

God when did we all grow up.

Cole, Trevor, my brothers and I. All that we're missing is Alex.

And all my boys made it into the NHL.

And I'm a nurse.

"Hey, don't fall too far in there," Quinn's words pull me out, him and the others having gotten back in the time that I was in my head, Luke having just gently been rubbing my shoulder in the mean time. "Where'd you just disappear to?"

"Just thinking about how much we've all changed since Jack and the boys were in dev camp."

It's a simple answer, but its enough that Q pulls me around the corner into the hallways, leaving Luke behind to lead the continued emptying of where I've lived for two years.

As soon as we're around he's looking in my eyes before pulling me into a hug, tucking me under his chin like he's always done and holding me tight.

"I know change, especially big changes, make your anxiety spike," well he caught me there, "but this is something you've been looking forward to since you were toddling around putting bandaids on us after peewee practice. As much as I hate to say it, you are the most prepared out of any of us to go out into the world."

"Q-" I cut myself off, knowing if I continue I may just cry. "Thank you."

"Hey Mags-a-million, where- oh," Cole pauses, a blush coming to his cheeks at interrupting Quinn's and my sibling bonding moment.

"Uh, yeah, what were you going to ask Coley?" I ask, wiping the few tears that did gather from my waterline.

"I just wanted your permission to move the box that says undergarments. I felt kind of weird doing it without asking and didn't want Trev to kick my ass," He explains, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Cole, it's not like you're digging through my panty drawer," I can't help but laugh, his entire face burning bright red.

Quinn just shakes his head, running his hand through his hair. "I'm pretty sure you made it weirder by asking."

"Why did Mason just tell me that Cole was asking about your under stuff?" Trevor's voice interrupts us once more, taking me from my brothers side and pulling me into his arms, glaring with very little ammunition at Cole. "Back off my woman Caufield."

"See! This is why I asked!" Cole yells, officially having enough of the teasing before glaring at Trev. "You," He emphasizes with a point, "can carry it, jackass," Throwing his hands up to his usual level of dramatics before wandering away.

Trev pecks my forehead, the brightest smile on his face as he leads us after our favorite dramatic.

"I think this is really going well."

#original character #the writing of spencer rose #nhl fanfiction #best friends to lovers trope #hughes sister #trevor zegras x hughes sister #maggie hughes story #trevor zegras x oc

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fluentmoviequoter · 8 months

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I love your writing it's great could you write a Dalton Lambert x reader where the readers a single mom to a one year old chris introduced them and they hit it off so they've been together for 6 months and then before that friends for 6 months so the baby was 6 months old when they got together and is now a year old so Dalton became readers baby's step dad a little and reader and her child go with Dalton to his home for Thanksgiving break and meet his family obviously Cali doesn't really care and is happy to have a sister and niece now and Renia is happy to know Dalton is happy and absolutely loves the reader and her kid and then foster being the teenage boy he is doesn't really care that much but obviously Josh doesn't really like reader cause she's a young mom and is skeptical of her considering the problems he and Dalton have

So sorry for the long wait! I hope this is along the lines of what you wanted. I think this is my longest fic and it covers over a year; I tried to follow your timeline. Thank you so much for the request and the kind words!! Enjoy and let me know what you think! :)

Warnings: fem!reader is pregnant and gives birth (no detail), unnamed child (nickname: Bump), marriage, lots of fluff, some angst towards the end. 3.8k+ words

A/N: The title is from "Come Together" by Aerosmith, which has absolutely nothing to do with the fic, I didn't explain why the reader is a single mom, that's up for interpretation/reader's choice. I also made a very obvious reference to another Ty Simpkins movie.

One and One and One is Three

✵Last October✵

“Dolphin, please!” Chris begs, extending a store-bought Halloween costume.

“I’m not going to another party with you, I’ve learned my lesson,” Dalton responds, crossing his arms.

“Fine.” Chris sighs. “I guess I’ll go by myself, just a poor, defenseless girl, and hope for the best. I thought we were friends.”

Dalton groans as he tips his head back, running a hand through his hair. “Why do you always do this?”

“Because it works. Now go change, we need to go.”

Chris tosses the costume onto Dalton’s bed before walking out.

Dalton takes a deep breath before picking up the bag.

“Iron Man? Really?”

After changing, Dalton meets Chris outside the dorm building, standing silently as she playfully fawns over him. The closer they get to the party, the more Dalton appreciates the cheap piece of plastic covering his face. Maybe he can get through the party and back to his dorm without any incidents this time.

Chris leads Dalton inside the house, greeting people and looking around as she walks toward the kitchen. Dalton hears several other Avengers yelling at him but pretends not to notice them. As he prepares to ask Chris what or who she’s looking for, she stops abruptly, and he nearly runs into her.

“Baby Bump!” Chris yells.

“Chris,” Dalton hisses, concerned he will have to break up a fight. He takes off his mask to prepare.

Chris hugs someone and then steps aside. “Dalton this is Baby Bump. Baby Bump, Dolphin.”

Dalton tells you his real name as you tell him yours. You laugh as you repeat his name and shake his hand.

“You’re…” Dalton begins.

“Pregnant?” you suggest. At the same time, Dalton finishes, “A kangaroo.”

“Oh. Yeah, I’m a kangaroo. And you’re Iron Man.”

Chris interjects to say she’s going to find food. You nod sweetly and smile, sending Dalton’s mind into overdrive as he imagines you looking at him like that.

“Do you like Iron Man? Or did Chris get your costume? She wanted to pick mine, but I vetoed that.”

“Yeah, yeah, Chris picked it. She forced me to come, so I didn’t have much of an option,” Dalton answers.

You nod and smile up at him, making him wish he had the mask back on to cover his warming cheeks.

“You make a very attractive Iron Man if it helps.”

“I’m pretty sure you could tell me I look stupid, and I’d say thank you.”

You laugh, and Dalton thinks it’s the best sound he has ever heard. You look over your shoulder for Chris and shift your feet to find comfort.

“Do you wanna go somewhere else, or sit down? Anything?” Dalton offers, raising a hand toward you slightly.

“Yeah,” you answer with a sigh. “But you stay here, enjoy! Chris should be back soon.”

“Chris isn’t coming back, it’s like her favorite thing in the world to abandon me at parties. So, where to?” Dalton offers his arm, and you loop yours through, smiling as he walks you toward the front door.

“Why did you agree to come?” you ask as you exit the house.

“I’d never let Chris go to a party by herself. This one seems like a decent one, so I’m okay with leaving her.”

“Bad experience with a college party?”

“Frat party the first week.”

You make a sound of agreement. “You’re a good friend.”

“You never told me where you want to go,” Dalton points out, trying to get your attention off of him.

“I’m craving something really weird, so if you want to go home-“

Dalton cuts you off with a dramatic shake of his head. “Let’s get it. How weird can it be?”

✵Last November✵

“What do you guys want for dinner?” Chris asks, looking up from her phone.

“Your favorite concoction?” Dalton suggests, looking over at you, where you’re lying on his bed with your feet up.

“Never going to let me live that down,” you grumble. “I’m pregnant, Dalton, it was a one-time craving, get over it.”

“Yeah, Dalton, give your pregnant best friend a break. You’re so mean,” Chris adds, winking at you quickly.

Dalton rolls his eyes and returns to his drawing, listening to you and Chris discuss what to order. When the two of you decide, Chris places the order and then says she has to finish some laundry before it gets delivered.

“What are you doing for the break, Dalton?”

Dalton abandons his drawing; his interest shifted to talking to you. He sits at the end of his bed and stretches his legs beside yours. “My dad’s coming to pick me up after my last class, so I’ll be with them for Thanksgiving. What about you?”

“I’ll be in labor, hopefully.”

“You’re staying here?”

“Yep. My stuff got delivered to my new apartment yesterday.”

“Need help unpacking?”

You open your mouth to answer, then tense as a contraction seizes you.

“Was that a contraction?” Dalton asks, sitting up as his eyes widen.

“Yeah, just Braxton Hicks. I’ve had more of them this week.”

“If I’m not here, you’ll call when you go into labor, right?”

“Depends on what day it is and how fast it happens.”

Dalton says your name, waits for your full attention, then says, “Call me. No matter what day or time.”

You nod, then raise your hand and allow Dalton to pull you up to a sitting position.

“Bet you never thought one of your best friends in college would be pregnant.”

“I’ll admit, I never thought about it. But I’m glad we’re friends.”

Dalton stands and helps you up the rest of the way, opening the door as you promise to return in time for dinner.

As the door to the bathroom closes, you feel another sharp contraction. Your eyes widen when you realize what’s happening.

Pulling your phone from your pocket, you click Dalton’s name on your favorites list.

“Hey, Baby Bump, did you fall in?” Dalton answers.

“My water just broke.”

You hear Dalton stand and start running. “I’ll be right there.”

“Sorry about dinner.” You exhale sharply as you experience another contraction. The phone beeps as Dalton hangs up.

“Did you seriously just apologize about dinner while you’re going into labor?” Dalton asks as he walks into the bathroom. You see his shoes outside the stall you’re in.

“Yeah.”

“We’ll talk about that later. Let’s get to the hospital.”

From the moment you walk out of the bathroom stall until your little girl is placed in your arms, Dalton’s hand doesn’t leave yours. He wipes your hair from your forehead and tells you every encouraging thing he can think of. Feeling closer to Dalton than ever, you nearly answer ‘Lambert’ when the nurse asks for your daughter’s last name. You decide not to tell Dalton about that, though.

When you finally force Dalton out of your apartment before Thanksgiving break, you promise to keep him updated. Dalton doesn’t tell his family exactly why he keeps checking his phone, but the smile on his face when you send a picture of you and your daughter tells everything they need to know. Even if Dalton doesn’t know yet.

✵Last December✵

“I missed you so much,” Dalton says as he hugs you. “You look amazing.”

“You were gone for a week, Dalton, I look exactly the same.”

“I got Bump some Christmas presents.”

“I’m not sure how I feel about Chris’s nicknames. Actually, really nervous to hear what she calls me now.”

“Oh, I know what she’s planning to call you and I’m getting in on it,” Dalton says with a smile.

“Wait, did you say Christmas presents? She’ll be less than six weeks old; she won’t remember it.”

“But you’ll remember her first Christmas, and you might need some of them.”

You nod and pull Dalton into another hug, whispering, “I missed you, too.”

The door opens, and a handful of gift bags enter before Chris yells, “Merry Christmas, Momma!”

“Oh, no,” you whisper, hiding your face in Dalton’s chest.

“Oh, yes,” he whispers in reply. “Momma.”

✵May✵

“I know something is going on between you two, Momma.”

“Chris, Dalton and I are just friends,” you insist, for the hundredth time.

“He acts like a dad to your kid, more importantly he acts like your husband, and you’re going to sit there and tell me you don’t want more?”

“We’re just friends.”

Chris’s smile grows, and you furrow your brows as you wonder what you said wrong.

“You didn’t answer the question. You want more, don’t you?”

You bite your lip and look over to your sleeping daughter.

Chris leans forward as she says, “Then do something about it.”

“Like what, Chris?” You stand and pace as you explain, “I can’t just tell a guy, who I’ve only been friends with for seven months, by the way, that I’ve fallen in love with him and can’t imagine my life without him. No one wants a girlfriend with a kid, besides It’s bad enough that he stayed by my side while I had a kid and buys her everything.”

“You said no one wants a girl with a kid then immediately said Dalton treats your daughter like his own.”

You wipe your hands down your face as you sit back down. “I can’t lose what we have. Dalton is an amazing guy, but it’s true that girls with kids are less desirable.”

“No, it’s not.”

You jump at the sound of a third voice, looking over to see Dalton standing in your kitchen.

“How long have you been there?” you ask quietly.

“I’m going to give you two some time,” Chris announces, sending Dalton an encouraging nod as she passes him.

Dalton waits for the door to close before he walks over to you, looking at your daughter before meeting your eyes.

“You are not undesirable because you have a kid. You are beautiful, brave, self-reliant, not to mention an amazing mother. Some guy will be very lucky to have you.”

“How much did you hear?” You repeat.

“Just that you think girls with kids are less desirable. Which isn’t true.”

“Really? That’s all you heard?’

“Yeah.” Dalton’s eyes soften as he kneels before you on the couch.

“What’s going on?”

“If I tell you something, and you don’t agree with me or feel differently, can we still be friends?”

Your daughter starts crying, and Dalton rubs his thumb across your cheekbone before standing and picking her up from her playpen. Dalton bounces your daughter and smiles at her until she starts laughing.

“Momma is nervous, but she doesn’t need to be, does she?” Dalton asks in a high voice. He shakes his head dramatically, drawing a laugh from you and your daughter.

Hearing your laugh, Dalton looks over and sees you smiling. He sits beside you, holding your daughter in his lap.

“I’m in love with you. I have been since after that Halloween party, and I just keep falling more in love with you,” you admit, playing with your fingers.

Dalton’s smile grows slowly, and he stands up, spinning with your daughter. “Did you hear that? Momma loves me too! Yeah, she said it! The big l-word, can you believe that?”

You smile as you stand and walk to Dalton’s side. He tucks you under one arm, kissing your temple quickly. “In case my victory lap didn’t make it clear, I love you too.”

“Even though I have a kid?”

“Are you kidding? I love her too. Professor Armagan is convinced she’s my kid anyway.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. I drew a picture of her and no matter how many times I try to explain the situation, she swears that it’s my kid.”

“I think she is, too. Maybe not by blood, but you’re the only father she’ll ever know, Dalton. She loves you; no one else gets her to laugh like that.”

“She cried when I walked in,” Dalton states with narrowed eyes.

“To get your attention, Dalton.”

Dalton gasps and looks over to her. “Really? You did all that just for me? Now I’m going to have to spend more time with Momma though.” He lowers his ear like she’s responding, nodding and shrugging to his imagined conversation. “Of course, I’ll still visit you. But I may have to kiss Momma when I come in or take her on a date. I promise we will still be best friends though.”

“I love you,” you whisper, looking into Dalton’s eyes.

Dalton removes his arm from your shoulders and holds up one finger. He sets your daughter back in the playpen, placing her favorite toy beside her before returning to you. Dalton wraps his arms around your waist, and you raise your arms over his shoulders.

“I love you. More than you know,” Dalton whispers.

Dalton tips his head down and kisses you, laughing into the kiss as your daughter squeals happily in the background.

✵October✵

“You two should do a couple’s costume! It is your one-year anniversary,” Chris says as she drags you and Dalton into a costume shop.

“We didn’t start dating until May.”

“But you should have started in October, that’s my point.” Dalton rolls his eyes when you look over at him.

“Joker and Harley?” Chris suggests.

“I like to think I left the psychopath back in the Further,” Dalton deadpans.

“You could have said anything else. Both of you,” you state, shaking your head as you look at the costumes.

“What would you pick?” Chris asks.

“Farmers and a pumpkin,” Dalton answers.

“That was fast. Wait, pumpkin?”

Dalton looks over at Chris, waiting for her to realize the obvious. “Oh! Right. I forgot that you’d want to include her.”

Chris walks to the next aisle, and Dalton returns to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Find one?”

“I think she’d make a cute Grogu.” You turn in his grasp, smiling as you ask, “Do you still have the Iron Man costume?”

“I think so. Why?”

“Because it looked really good on you. We could do superheroes.” Something catches your eye over Dalton’s shoulders, and your smile widens. “Or we could be the Incredibles.”

When you look back at Dalton, he’s looking at you like no one else exists.

“Or we could get married.”

You pull away from Dalton slightly, looking into his eyes. “Are you serious?”

“Would you want to? This isn’t an official proposal.”

“Of course, I would, Dalton.”

“What’d we pick? Besides PDA?” Chris asks as she returns.

“The Incredibles,” Dalton answers quickly.

“I think Bump has something for you, Momma,” Dalton says as he opens the door to your apartment after dinner.

Lit candles sit on the windowsill, and Chris and your daughter are wearing dresses. You look at Dalton with teary eyes, wondering what’s going on. You kneel in front of your daughter, and she makes grabby hands at a black box on the table.

“Wing,” your daughter cheers.

Chris winks at you before picking up your daughter and carrying her into your bedroom.

As you stand and turn around, you see Dalton kneeling in front of you, the box open to reveal a beautiful engagement ring.

“I love you. I fell in love with you when I first saw you dressed up as a kangaroo, and I can’t live without you. You and your daughter are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I want to spend the rest of my life learning to be a husband and father with you by my side. Will you marry me?”

Tears slide down your face as you nod. “Yes, Dalton, yes!”

He stands, wrapping his arms around your waist and spinning you. You laugh as he slips the ring onto your finger, looking at it quickly before leaning up to kiss him.

“How would you feel about a Halloween wedding? For sentimental reasons,” Dalton suggests.

“Absolutely,” you agree.

Chris carries your daughter out, and she immediately reaches out to Dalton, squealing as he picks her up.

“Momma said yes!” He cheers, pretending to dance with her.

On Halloween, you and Dalton stand in a courthouse with outfits picked by Chris. Chris stands by your side, holding your daughter as you say your vows and marry Dalton Lambert.

As you exit the courthouse, you take your daughter from Chris and hug her close. Dalton silently asks for her, hugging her in the same way.

“You’re stuck with me now,” he whispers before looking at you, “and so are you.”

✵November✵

“Let’s go to my parent’s house for Thanksgiving. You can meet my family, and I know you didn’t get a real Thanksgiving last year,” Dalton suggests.

“I don’t know, Dalton. I mean, do they even know about everything that’s happened? About us?”

“My mom knows, and she really wants to meet you.”

Dalton wraps his arms around you, swaying you gently.

“Okay,” you respond with a nod. “Let’s do it.”

“I’m so nervous,” you tell Dalton as he pulls onto his parent’s street.

“Everything will be fine. They’ll love you; both of you.”

As Dalton parks in the driveway, he squeezes your hand and leans across the console to kiss you. As he pulls back, he sees his mom coming down the driveway.

“Here we go,” Dalton whispers before opening his door.

He hugs his mom quickly before coming around to open your door. After helping you out, Dalton says, “Hey, Bump, what are you doing here?” as he releases the car seat straps.

“Hi, sweetheart, I’m Renai. I’ve heard so much about you!” Renai introduces herself before pulling you into a hug.

“I’ve heard a lot about you too. I’m glad to finally meet you!” You respond before introducing yourself.

“And this is Bump,” Dalton says as he joins you.

“A pretty girl like this deserves a better nickname,” Renai says with a smile.

“Dalton!” Kali yells from the porch.

“I’m going to go become her favorite brother because I have a baby,” Dalton announces proudly before walking away.

Renai gestures for you to join her as she begins walking behind Dalton. “I can’t thank you enough for making Dalton so happy.”

“He’s made me happier than I thought possible.”

You hear someone say your name, phrased as a question, and look up to see Kali sitting with your daughter in the living room.

“Hi. You must be Kali, you’re Dalton’s favorite sister,” you tease before introducing yourself and sitting beside them.

“I’m his only sister,” Kali answers with a laugh. “Is she really my niece?”

“Yes, she is. Is that okay?”

“That’s awesome! Wait, so then you would be?”

“Your sister-in-law.”

“I finally have a sister!” she cheers before hugging you.

You make eye contact with Dalton over Kali’s head, smiling at him.

“Is that the wife?” Foster asks as he walks in.

“Yes,” Dalton answers before telling him your name.

“Cool. Nice to meet you,” Foster tells you before continuing toward the kitchen.

“He’s nice, just weird,” Kali tells you quietly.

“Dalton,” Josh calls as he walks in. He looks over at you, playing with Kali and your daughter. “A word?”

Dalton catches your nervous look and nods at you before following his dad outside.

“He doesn’t like me, does he?” You ask Renai as Kali continues playing with Bump, adopting Chris’s nickname.

“Josh has… trust problems and a lot of incorrect assumptions about single mothers. Give him a little time, and if he says something out of line, please don’t be afraid to put him in his place. As far as I know he means well, but sometimes he goes about things all wrong.” You nod, Josh’s voice becoming audible from outside.

“Would introducing myself make it worse?”

“Sweetheart, I honestly don’t know. I’ve known Josh a long time but even I don’t know what makes him so… Josh. But, feel free. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me to come yell at him.”

You thank her, then slowly approach the back door before stepping outside.

“Dalton, you can’t even tell me why she’s a single mom at her age!” Josh argues.

“I can’t tell you because it’s none of your business,” Dalton explains, with a level voice compared to his dad’s yelling.

“Hi,” you say, drawing their attention. “I know we haven’t actually met, and that you don’t trust me or like me because I have a kid and I was a single mom.” You introduce yourself and extend a hand, awkwardly waiting as he hesitates to shake it.

“My mom was a single mother, and she had so many problems,” Josh begins.

“Mr. Lambert, sorry to interrupt, but I’m not a single mom anymore. I understand your concern that I have a kid and what people could say about Dalton for being with me.”

“Oh, so because you have a boyfriend you aren’t a single mom? You’re already balancing a child and college, what could you possibly offer my son?”

“Happiness,” Renai says as she steps out. “Josh, let them explain before you start biting heads off and making this about you and your mom. I’m going to go finish cooking, and if I hear you yelling again we will be celebrating Thanksgiving without you.”

You lean closer to Dalton and whisper, “Your mom is awesome.”

He chuckles against you before nodding.

“Okay. Please, explain,” Josh tries again, crossing his arms.

You look over to Dalton and nod, allowing him to explain.

“We got married. Almost two months ago,” Dalton answers. “And the last fourteen months have been the happiest of my life. If you have a problem with me, or her, keep them to yourself, Dad. We aren’t here for your approval, we wanted to give you a chance to get to know your daughter-in-law, but if you want to waste that by being stubborn and letting your childhood trust issues get in the way, then that’s your loss. Because this is the most amazing woman I’ve ever met in my life and that little girl in there is my daughter, blood or not.”

Josh drops his arms and nods slowly. “I’ll be honest, I won’t be able to accept this overnight, but if you’re both happy and your lives are going where you want them to, then it’s your decision.” He turns to you and apologizes for yelling.

“It’s okay, Mr. Lambert,” you promise. “I know that trust and respect have to be earned.”

“Call me Josh,” he offers, a small olive branch.

“Food is ready!” Renai calls. “And Bump seems to think her last name is Lambert.”

“Maybe it should be,” you whisper to Dalton as you walk inside.

His eyes widen, and he stops walking before rushing to catch up and ask, “What does that mean? Bump Lambert does have a nice ring to it!”

#dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert fluff #dalton lambert imagine #dalton lambert fic #dalton lambert #insidious #insidious the red door #requests #fem!reader #tw pregnancy

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if you wouldn't mind sharing, what did schitt's creek do disappointingly in its story? thank you!

so, like. i mean, i think the show was flawed from the start -- i think a lot of the jokes rely on this image of the, like, small-town 'hick,' that in turn relies on a pretty hefty set of classist assumptions that i don't think dan levy was, you know, interested in interrogating in any serious way. i don't watch sitcoms for their revolutionary politics lol but there were certain moments in eg. roland and jocelyn's characterisation in particular that left an incredibly bad taste in my mouth. (ftr i think season 1 is pretty poor, 2-4 are genuinely good tv, 5 + 6 are a mess.)

but my specific frustration was -- so, at the end of season 4, we see moira despondent that the crows have eyes 2 was shelved; we also see the culmination of a season's worth of work having gone into the community production of cabaret. from here, the plot beats seemed so obvious to me that i was literally like certain i knew how moira's arc would end: clearly, this was an opportunity for her to realise that pursuing the sort of 'fame' she had before was a losing battle that was making her unhappy (and had always made her unhappy!), and that she could find genuine fulfilment through pursuing the kind of 'local,' small-town community opportunities that cabaret was supposed to represent. i mean obviously i have my various communist gripes with this position, but like, by the standards i hold sitcoms from nepo babies to, it's fair enough! it's a compelling enough response to the setup of the show -- the roses have lost everything and have to learn to live without everything. moira relied on a seemily fictitious narrative of public adoration; an insanely easy way to eke some character growth out of her would surely be to have her realise that small, local projects with her friends bring her a joy that public validation never could.

but, like. by the end of the show, moira gets back on the showbusiness ladder, to the point where her old show is rebooted. johnny gets a foot back in the business world. alexis is a businesswoman. david is a businessman! david chooses to stay in schitt's creek whilst the others leave for NY and cali, which is a compelling enough narrative choice on its own, but like -- come on, he opens a v bougie business and Gets Married and whatever the fuck else, it's boring, it's the same old narrative of assimilation into the bourgeois classes. it makes for a nice contrast against the end of season one but i don't believe he's a fundamentally changed person; he's just found a way to make his old tendencies make sense in a new setting.

there's a sense that the lives of the roses essentially reset; that they've been given the opportunity to return to their old lives, taking the 'lessons' they were able to learn from their time in schitt's creek with them. if anything's been "learnt" then it's these v individualist perspectives on, like, bootstraps and hard work; david and alexis have graduated from being nepo children into people with a legitimate intellectual claim to the bourgeois class. johnny has proven himself as a businessman. moira has uhhhh put on a production of cabaret, which justifies her going back to the old life that clearly made her miserable. like -- there's no sense that their old lives were bad, just a sense that they hadn't quite earnt the right to them yet. and in that, everyone in schitt's creek ends up ultimately reduced to a vehicle by which they can earn the right to their bourgeois status. it's a v nasty ethos, and as much as i find individual points of the show pretty funny (like, funnier than your average sitcom), i just -- like, it's so cruel at its centre?

#ask

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headfullofpresley · 2 years

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Strawberry Milkshake

Pairing: Elvis Presley x actress!reader (can be Austin!Elvis as well)

Word count: 4,7K

Warning(s): SMUT BBYYYY (are we surprised? no.), public sex, handjob (m. receiving/f. receiving), creampie, dirty talk, Elvis wearing that ^ shirt, reader feeling herself, Elvis and reader live in Cali and are the it couple of Hollywood (is that even a warning?? idk). Anyways, they be fuckin’, all that good stuff.

Author’s note: y’all already know i HAD to write something about THE shirt, because holy fucking shit. I’m getting hot flashes just looking at him in it. also, I should really start adding summaries to these, huh? ur bish is lazy. enjooooy, my little sinners!

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With bewildered eyes, you looked at the crowd of screaming and crying people behind the window of the store you and Elvis just squirmed your way through. Much to your own surprise, you made it into the fashion boutique unscathed and the employees were quick to lock the doors when they realised who just entered the premises. It was an hour before closing time, but they did not seem to care about going home to spend time with their friends on Friday night at all.

‘‘Mr. Presley, welcome,’’ one of the sales girls breathed out dreamily. If she would’ve been a cartoon character, hearts would be popping out of her eyes. You waved and blew some kisses to the people screaming your name on the other side of the windows before you turned around and looked at the girl in front of you. You chuckled softly at the fact that she completely ignored you until Elvis snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him as he gave her a smile. ‘‘Thank you dear. Me and my girl would like to have a look at your newest collection, please,’’ he told her and it was only then that she turned to you and put on her biggest, most fake, smile. As if she only just now realised who you were. As if your picture wasn’t in the magazines alongside the man she was ogling and she had never seen your face displayed outside of the theaters. ‘‘Well, ofcourse. Champagne?’’ she chirped happily at Elvis who just gave her a nod and kissed your cheek, dropping his hand from your waist as he slipped his hand into yours to pull you further into the store.

You and Elvis have recently moved in together in California and while your home was gorgeous, it was fairly secluded and you and Elvis got bored at the most random times. Sometimes you would sit out in the backyard, looking at the stars and the city lights in the distance or would go swimming in the pool but whenever you both craved some interaction and adventure outside the gates of your Beverly Hills home, you’d get in the car and drive to Los Angeles. Naturally, people always recognized the both of you as soon as you exited the car but it didn’t stop you two from going out for drinks, sneak into a movie theater in the middle of a screening or like tonight, go shopping.

You had randomly pointed out the high-end store from across the street because you liked one of the outfits that was displayed in the window and Elvis didn’t even hesitate when he tugged you along with a crowd of both your fans hot on your tail. Wouldn’t be the first time for you and him to spend hours dressing up and choosing outfits for each other.

‘‘Go try on the one that you saw, baby,’’ he told you as he nodded to the mannequin in the window, taking the champagne from the small tray the sales girl was holding. The girl sneakily snapped her fingers at her co-worker as nodded her head to the outfit, signaling with her eyes to get it for you. The poor girl seemed nervous as she removed the delicate fabric from the mannequin, but unlike the girl that hadn’t welcomed you very warmly when you came in─this one seemed nice. ‘‘Here you go, miss Y/L/N,’’ she whispered shyly as she had quickly made her way over to you and held out the outfit for you. The other sales girl gave her a warning glare, taking the two pieced outfit out of her shaky hands with a disapproving click of her tongue─the shy girl blushed heavily as she cringed a little, too afraid to talk back. You held up a hand and shook your head when you declined the first girls’ offer to help you in the dressing room, gently taking the outfit out of her hands.

‘‘She will help me. No worries,’’ you told her, looking at the other girl who stared at you with wide eyes, frozen to the ground until you laughed and gently hooked your arm through hers. Elvis smiled at you as he shot you a wink and downed his champagne, putting the empty glass on the tray the sales girl had put on the check out counter before he made his way deeper into the store to pick something for himself.

‘‘Wow,’’ the girl you had brought over to the dressing rooms squeaked out in awe as you opened the curtain and stepped out of the space, smiling at the way she was staring at you with an open mouth and wide eyes. ‘‘You look g-gorgeous, miss Y/L/N,’’ she stuttered out the compliment and you smiled sweetly at her as you placed your hand on her arm, squeezing it softly. ‘‘Aw, call me Y/N, sweetie,’’ you told her before you turned to look at the full length mirror outside of the dressing room, wanting to see the outfit in a different light. The yellow two pieced outfit didn’t leave much to one’s imagination─apart from the golden stoned accents on the hems, it was completely see through. The flowy and light material accentuated your skin tone and hair color perfectly, not to mention how it brought out all your curves in the right place. The girl behind you was blushing heavily as she noticed you were only wearing a skimpy black lace thong underneath. You weren’t bothered by the exposed skin at all. It was the ‘70s and you were perfectly confident in your body to show off a little more than some people appreciated. You knew your fans loved it as well as your man and that was all that mattered to you. ‘‘What’s your name, sweetie?’’ You suddenly asked her as you looked at her through the mirror, running your hands through your hair to fix it a little. ‘‘N-Nicole, miss.. I mean.. Y/N,’’ she stuttered softly and you turned around, walking into the dressing room to grab your purse. You rummaged through it for a few seconds until you pulled out your assistants’ business card and handed it to her. ‘‘Here, call my assistant whenever you think of an outfit that’ll fit me ─I’m sure you have good taste. Maybe we can have drinks some time,’’ you smiled at her and you didn’t know whether she was going to burst into tears or faint as she just stared at you with wide eyes while squeezing the card between her fingers. Instead, she went for a hug and you let her, laughing as you patted her back gracefully. ‘‘I think we have some dresses in the back you will like!’’ she exclaimed excitedly and sounding short of breath as she turned on her heels and ran off, leaving you behind in the waiting area of the dressing rooms.

‘‘Makin’ empty promises again, doll?’’ Elvis grinned as he watched the girl run off before stepping forward, holding a few items in his hand. You laughed and turned back to the mirror, leaning forward to it to check your lipstick. It was true that you did this more often, promising girls that you knew were your fan to hang out and give them the hopes of becoming your actual friend, but what can you say? You just loved the attention.

‘‘Oh, they love it,’’ you giggled as your eyes met his through the mirror, grinning mischievously. His eyes were on the outfit hugging your body in all the right places instead and he threw the shirts he was holding on the round lounging sofa before he made his way over to you and ran his hands down your sides. You could feel him pressing against your ass and bit your lip at the way his eyes were eating you up like you were his favorite dessert─which in all honesty, you kinda were. ‘‘And I love you in this outfit,’’ he hummed in your ear as he leaned in closer, his lips coming into contact with your neck as he kissed right on that sensitive spot underneath your ear. You smiled softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his dark locks. You couldn’t deny that you didn’t feel a tingle in between your legs when he softly bit your earlobe, but you wouldn’t be you if you weren’t going to tease him. You turned around in his embrace and placed your hands on his shoulders, gently pushing him away from you as you grinned at him. ‘‘We’re in public, mister,’’ you spoke teasingly as you walked over to the sofa, picking up some of the shirts to look at them. He laughed as he raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms in front of his chest. ‘‘As if that ever stopped you,’’ he grinned knowingly, thinking back about all of the places where you two had been intimate. Some crazier than others, but they all made for memorable experiences.

Your eyes caught the black blouse with what seemed like small daisies gracefully accentuating the fabric. As you held it up in front of you and noticed the fabric was just like your outfit see through, you bit your lip and turned back to him, smiling sweetly. ‘‘Try this on. I think it will look really pretty on you,’’ you purred as you handed him the shirt and placed a tiny playful kiss on his lips before pushing him into one of the dressing rooms. You closed the curtain before he could even protest and grinned as you heard him laugh softly, him doing exactly as you told him to do. You waited impatiently but as he ripped open the curtain and put the collar up, fixing the sleeves a little, you almost lost your goddamn mind. The way his sunkissed chest was peeking out from underneath the fabric with the first few buttons left open and his nipples visible through the shirt had you practically dripping.

‘‘What’d ya think, baby?’’ he asked as he looked at you with a smile on his face. Though when he noticed you sucking in your lower lip and those beautiful eyes of yours darkening, he knew exactly what you thought. It was the exact same look he gave you when he saw you in that pretty little outfit. As if he already knew your next moves, he wrapped his arms around your waist as you took a step forward and crashed your lips onto his. Your kiss didn’t take long to grow hungry and lustful and you quickly closed the curtain, pushing him against the wall in the dressing room. His hands were all over your body and you could feel the heat of his palms through the thin fabric of the pants you were wearing when he squeezed your ass, pushing you harder against him. You moaned softly in his mouth and ran your hands down his neck to his chest, pulling back to look down at the shirt from up close─now that his skin was even more visible, your arousal shamelessly grew stronger and you knew his did too. ‘‘I take it you like it,’’ he grinned smugly and you replied by caressing your nails down his chest, right over his nipples. The grin he wore was smacked right off of his face, letting out a small gasp instead when you pinched his nipples softly, though hard enough to make him press his hips harder against yours. Now it was your turn to grin smugly, leaning in closer to his face. ‘‘I like it a lot,’’ you whispered seductively as you flicked the tip of your tongue against his parted lips. He desperately tried to chase your lips when you just laughed softly and pulled the hem of the shirt out of his pants, moving your hands up his stomach. You could see the warning glare in his eyes but he didn’t stop you when your fingertips came into direct contact with his nipples, rolling over the sensitive buds agonizingly slow. ‘‘Fuck,’’ he cursed softly as he threw his head back against the wall, sinking his teeth into his lower lip though never taking his eyes off of you. You didn’t budge under the intense eye contact, instead just grinning up at him as you fluttered your eyelashes innocently. You knew his nipples were one of his most sensitive spots, but he’d never admit to anyone that you made him cum several occasions by just giving his nipples attention. Being a dominant person by nature, his ego was too big and the thing that made your sex most interesting, was the fact that you were exactly the same. You allowed him to be the more dominant one in the bedroom most of the time, but you loved having him beg and writhe underneath you and he sure as hell loved it too.

‘‘We’re in public, missy,’’ he used your words against you with a soft chuckle and you laughed softly, pressing soft open mouthed kisses on his jawline as you let one of your hands slip down, flicking open the botton of his slacks. He wasn’t even aware of the lipstick stains you were leaving behind. ‘‘Never stopped you before,’’ you hummed his own words back at him in return, slipping your hand straight into his underwear to grab onto his already rock hard cock. He groaned lowly and lifted his head off the wall to look down at you, leaning down to capture your lips in a sloppy hungry kiss. You let him and kissed him back with just as much heat, while pumping him in your hand. You swallowed every single moan and grunt he spilled in your mouth, motivating you to move your hand faster. Both of you were getting hotter by the minute and you suddenly slipped your hand out of his pants, breaking the kiss to push him down on the cushioned bench that was perched up against the wall.

‘‘Y/N?’’ Nicole asked carefully as she stepped into the waiting area, noticing the dressing room you had been in before was empty. You widened your eyes and Elvis bit his tongue harshly to stop himself from laughing as you turned around and stuck your head out of the dressing room, covering your body with the curtain even though you were still dressed. Elvis aimed to change that though ─he slipped the flowy fabric of your pants down, swatting away your hand as you tried to stop him from slipping in a finger inside of you after he moved the string of your thong aside. You widened your eyes as you squeezed the curtain in your hand, looking at the poor innocent girl that stood in front of you with several outfits in her arms. Very pretty, but you were currently very uninterested in them. ‘‘Y/N, are you okay? You look a little flushed,’’ she asked as worry swam in her eyes and as you noticed her making movements to come closer, you shook your head and raised two fingers, making sure not to drop the curtain as your other hand was still behind you, fighting off Elvis.

‘‘N-no.. actually, sweetie, I feel a little hot. Those damn Cali heat waves,’’ you said as you cleared your throat, letting out what you hoped sounded like a natural, cute laugh. You doubted it though. ‘‘I could do with a milkshake, actually. S-Strawberry! The one.. f-from Foster’s Freeze─it’s right ‘round the corner. Would you be a doll?’’ you asked her sweetly, trying not to let out the moan that was itching at your throat to get out. You squeezed your legs together to prevent Elvis from moving his finger inside of you, but he just grabbed your thigh and widened your legs forcefully. You let out a squeak as he buried his finger knuckle deep inside and your hand immediately flew to your mouth. ‘‘O-ofcourse, right away!’’ Nicole said as she turned around but before you could disappear back into the dressing room, she turned back to you and held out the clothes to you. You pointed to the sofa in the waiting area and she gasped softly, nodding as she blushed. She put the clothes down and ran away from the dressing rooms. She was going to get that milkshake for you, no matter what she had to do to get it.

Elvis pulled his finger out of you as he let himself fall back against the wall, head thrown back in laughter as he saw the look on your face. ‘‘You’re such an asshole!’’ you shouted at him in a whisper, well aware of the other sales girl still being in the store. She hadn’t made an appearance in this area yet and you were praying she’d stay by the check in desk, probably painting her nails or whatever she liked to do to pass the time. ‘‘You really are an actress, that was pretty good,’’ he grinned at you as he wiped some tears from the corner of his eyes and you rushed a hand through your hair, laughing softly as well. He hummed softly as he grabbed your hand and pulled you toward him, grabbing onto your hips. ‘‘I’m not done with you though, doll,’’ he smiled against your lips and you pulled back, stepping out of the pants that had dropped to your ankles. ‘‘Wasn’t expecting you to be,’’ you purred as you pulled his pants along with his underwear down, making sure they were all the way down to his ankles so you’d have enough space to have your way with him. Elvis on the other hand had very different ideas. He grabbed onto your hips before you could straddle him and smirked at you as he swiftly turned you around, pulling you back to hover over his cock that stood up hard and proudly, precum leaking from his delicious looking tip.

‘‘I want you to watch when you fuck yourself silly on my cock, my pretty lil’ thing,’’ he growled lowly in your ear as he reached a hand in between your legs, pulling the fabric of your thongs to the side. The dominant side inside of you flew right out of the metaphorical window as he said those words, making your entire body heat up and you didn’t waste another second to sink down onto him. You looked at the both of you in the mirror that was covered the entire wall in front of you and moaned softly, letting Elvis grab the back of your thighs to keep your legs open. You shivered as he completely filled you up, keeping still for a few seconds to get used to the feeling─you placed your feet on his knees as you wrapped an arm around his neck, keeping yourself steady when you lifted your hips before lowering yourself back down onto him. His hands moved up your stomach, pulling up the top you were still wearing, exposing your breasts─despite the warm air in the dressing room, your nipples were hard and begging to be touched. He knew exactly how your body worked and what it craved and cupped your breasts in his large palms, squeezing them softly as he rolled his thumbs over the bud. You watched him do it in the mirror and God, it was just the hottest thing ever. Your eyes lowered to where you could see his cock disappearing inside of you every time you sank down onto him, licking your lips at the sight of your body fitting together so perfectly. You turned your head to look at him directly and he kissed you immediately, moaning into your mouth. The harder he squeezed your breasts, the faster you were starting to ride him. Within the span of only a few minutes, you both were a mess as you moaned in each others’ mouths. You were pretty sure the sales girl had to have at least some ideas of what was going on, but luckily she still didn’t come to check up on you two. Elvis pulled back from the kiss and gently grabbed your chin to make you look back in the mirror again, his other hand still on your breast.

‘‘Look at you, baby,’’ he whispered in your ear, his lips parted as his hungry eyes watched you bounce on him, your face contorted in pure pleasure. ‘‘You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous. My pretty little doll,’’ he hummed in your ear as he slid his hand down your stomach, fingertips finding your clit with ease. You cried out softly as started rubbing circles against your clit at a fast delicious pace, not giving you any time to rest. Not that you wanted it. When a louder moan escaped you, he moved his hand from your chin over your mouth and kept it there as he skilfully rubbed your clit. You gasped in his palm as your eyes rolled in the back of your head, your hips trying to keep up their pace but your mind was spinning, your senses not knowing what to focus on. The fabric of the shirt he was still wearing felt like fire against your skin, just like the one inside of you that was threatening to burst out. Your toes curled as you pressed your heels in his knees and if it hurt him, he didn’t comment on it. Instead he just caught your earlobe between his teeth, grunting lowly in your ear. ‘‘I can feel you’re close, baby,’’ he whispered with a smirk tugging at his lips, his fingers never stopping. The noises you let out were a mix of whines and breathless moans, all muffled by his hand as your velvety walls clenched around him uncontrollably. Despite you feeling like you couldn’t take it anymore, you didn’t stop moving on him─he was just too addictive and it felt so good, you wanted this to last for as long as possible. You weren’t strong to fight off your orgasm though and soon you were seeing stars behind your eyelids as you squeezed your eyes shut, thighs shaking heavily as you stopped thrusting on him, your back arching as you threw your head back on his shoulder. You squeezed his shoulder firmly as your other hand grabbed onto his wrist, pulling his hand off of your mouth to gasp for air.

When you lifted your head and looked back in the mirror, you could see he was still hard as rock and buried inside of you. He gave you a knowing grin which you returned and you slowly got up, whining softly at the feeling of him slipping out of you. You were wobbly on your feet but when you were reminded of the way he looked in that damn shirt when you turned around to look at him, you didn’t even allow yourself to let yourself come down from the orgasm you just had. As he got up from the seat, you crawled on it and laid down on your back, watching him with hungry eyes as he grabbed your ankles and spread your legs to get situated in between your legs. You gasped when he pushed himself inside of you and grabbed onto his forearms as he started thrusting into you at a fast and hard pace, chasing his own orgasm.

‘‘Y/N! I got your milkshake!’’ Nicole yelled out through the store as she ran to the waiting area with two milkshakes, catching her breath as she stopped in front of Elvis’ dressing room. Your hand flew over your mouth to keep yourself silent and Elvis sighed, a little annoyed this time to be interrupted. He stopped his thrusts and leaned forward, making you groan in the palm of your hand because of him being so deep inside of you. He stuck his head out of the dressing room and Nicole widened her eyes, almost dropping the shakes to the floor in shock when she saw the state of his disheveled hair and lipstick prints on his lips and leading down to his neck. ‘‘Put ‘em on the counter, sweetheart, we’ll be right out,’’ he told her with a sweet smile and Nicole’s face flushed so red it almost looked like she was about to explode. She was quite literally rendered speechless and quickly nodded, running off with the milkshakes in hand. When Elvis leaned back into the dressing room, you looked at him with wide eyes and he just shrugged, laughing a little before he picked up where he left off as if nothing happened.

He came undone inside of you after a little bit as he muffled both your moans by kissing you, his hips stuttering inside of you a little before he pullled out and let out a deep content sigh as he stood up and leaned against the wall. You stared up at the lights in the ceiling as you were catching your breath, your body feeling like it was floating on a cloud. ‘‘I can use that milkshake now,’’ he chuckled as he pulled up his pants and you laughed, sitting up. ‘‘God, me too,’’ you giggled as you quickly got up and pulled up your panties, the small stain of Elvis’ cum on the cushioned bench completely unnoticed by the both of you. When Elvis was back in his own shirt, you pulled the top of the set you were wearing down and quickly ran back to your own dressing room, changing back into the outfit you came here with. When Elvis finally seemed to notice the lipstick on his face, he made you clean it with some some tissues you had in your purse but told you to keep the one lipstick print on the side of his neck. You chuckled and grabbed the clothes Nicole had picked out for you, along with the yellow outfit and walked to the counter as if nothing happened. Nicole was turning bright red and getting nervous all over again when she saw the two of you and the other sales girl just rang up the items, accepting Elvis’ check. You two had made her stay two hours after closing time and she didn’t seem amused.

‘‘Thank you for the milkshakes, Nicky. You’re a doll,’’ you smiled at the girl with the flushed face, blowing her a kiss as you grabbed one of the shopping bags before you left the store with Elvis. The crowd still there, paparazzi lurking around the corner to sneak a few pictures. You laughed as you noticed Elvis lifting a shopping bag in front of his face and pulling his collar up, but a few girls noticed the kiss print in his neck and absolutely lost their minds over it. You sipped your milkshake as you held onto the back of Elvis’ shirt, the two of you running to the car when you finally managed to make it out of the sea of people.

‘‘You’re gonna have to wear that shirt a lot from now on,’’ you told him as you peeked inside one of the bags, smirking at the black floral shirt in it. ‘‘Only if you wear that yellow little thing,’’ he grinned back at you as he drove away from the parking spot, sipping from his milkshake. ‘‘Anything for you,’’ you giggled, leaning over to his side to kiss his cheek and press your lips against his skin extra hard, marking him once again with that red lipstick.

The sales girl was happy you and Elvis left─she had heard everything that had been going on and even though she contemplated on letting the paparazzi in to snap some pictures, she knew that wouldn’t end well for her. Instead, she had sat at the check out counter, flipping through a magazine while trying not to listen to the sound of you and Elvis getting busy inside the freaking store that didn’t pay enough for this bullshit. She walked over to the dressing rooms and sighed in annoyance as she ripped open the curtain, scrunching up her nose in disgust at the cum stain on the bench. ‘‘I hate celebrities,’’ she sighed, closing the curtain to leave the mess behind for who ever was on morning shift.

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foster-the-world · 2 months

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I love

I love when I get to hang out with any of my kids one on one. We need to make concentrated efforts to do it more often. I'm home with baby boy all week while my husband took the girls to Cali to see his parents/sister.

Baby boy is so much fun alone (as I've said a million times). We went to the Children's Museum and the MOMA kids art lab. Kids art lab was underwhelming but he enjoyed himself. Did a quick walk through of the art. He wasn't too impressed.

We had an indoor monkey bar system set up yesterday. It took the guys a lot longer then they planned. Last night I was regretting the choice. Felt a little too risky. I think I know how we can make it safer. Its supposed to be a part of his sensory diet. We used some funds we got when the DOE reimbursed for some OT costs.

Rebel was sick Thursday night. Thankfully fine all day Friday. Flew out very early on Saturday. His parents picked them up with masks and dropped them off at a hotel. They were supposed to go right to the cousins house and were scheduled to stay with his parents. I guess his parents were worried about the stomach bug. Which is understandable but I thought it was rude not too let my husband know beforehand. He got up at 4am to take two kids on a six hour flight by himself. He would have warned the girls they were expected to go isolate in a hotel room. Of course, my husband is a Saint and just went along with it. If my parents didn't see my girls for three months there is zero chance they would give up even one hour with them - sick or not. And they weren't even sick anymore. She never had a fever. Threw up 36 hours before. Anyway not my rodeo.

Baby boys ezcema is not good. His poor little cheeks. I guess its just the cold weather.

My own scalp is so, so, so itchy. Before the last month I've never in my life had this problem. No dandruff just itchy/burning. Its not a super bad pain level but its nonstop. It keeps me awake at night. I'm assuming its related to the low iron and the hair loss. Not sure what to do. Trying shampoos right now. Probably need to do some kind of eating changes but not sure exactly what and also don't want to. My skin is also itchy but that's less persistent. The skin is also something I'm used to when the weather gets cold like this.

DOE is giving new options for baby boy since they can't find providers. I'm on the fence. It involves a different school. Its not far away, is an inclusive classroom (8 special ed kids, 8 gen ed), would include all providers (OT, PT and speech) , and would include free summer camp which also includes all providers. These are all big benefits. Its a fancy private school - which is not our vibe. I guess they reserve some DOE spots. I don't really want my poorly behaved (but o so sweet) black boy to be a scholarship kid (in essence) in a school full of rich white kids. In their defense I think by private school standards it is more diverse then most. I don't want my kids to grow up with kids who think spending $60K a year for school is normal. I think it just gives a view of the world I don't want them to have. But that's more of a concern for older grades. Not an issue for 4yo's. He can go back to our little public school for K. We need to figure out a place for providers and this maybe our best option. The free summer camp is a big draw. I need somewhere that can handle kids like him. One that is paid for and includes his services would be a huge win. They do swimming lessons and teach Spanish. He's actually picking up some Spanish vocabulary (numbers, colors, animals) so a place where that can grow would be great. DOE is setting up a tour after winter break. I'm sure its a very nice facility. Let's see how it goes. I won't hold my breathe until a solution is actually implemented.

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twin-scars · 1 year

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Oh, Jonathan...what that man went through in season four was ridiculous:

almost got killed in his own house and his first priority was Mike and Will’s safety instead of his own;

tried saving Secret Agent Hero Man, then had to bury him when he died;

was working on zero sleep, or very little. Doubt he slept much in that van when Argyle took over;

hadn’t showered or brushed his teeth in at least three days;

never changed his clothes;

helped Mike & Will find El and rescue her;

didn’t eat properly, as he most likely ate chips and drank coffee so the poor guy was probably starving by the time he got to the pizza place;

helped El prepare for her fight with Vecna;

drove over 3000 miles with three teenagers (three teenagers that also hadn’t showered and brushed their teeth in days) and a friend that’s high;

and through it all he was worried sick over Nancy and was trying to figure out how to keep El safe

The Cali crew was able to survive because of him. It was his idea to get them to Hawkins, even though they had to take a detour to save El. Same thing with Nancy. Everyone in Hawkins survived because of her research and her plans. Jonathan was right when he said ‘who would’ve in charge? Steve?’ Steve’s a decent fighter but he’s not a strategist like Nancy. Yes, he’s matured, but he’s not a good leader. Nancy and Jonathan are. Between the two of them they kept everyone together and alive.

If that’s not a power couple I don’t know what is.

But Jonathan is a strong character and the stuff he went through was traumatizing and awful but he made it to Hawkins with everyone alive. He’s so unselfish and the poor baby boy needs a long vacation.

#jonathan byers

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weasleywinchester · 2 years

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Any Way You Want It

Marc Spector x Female Reader x Steven Grant

Are we surprised that I'm enamored with Moon Night? No, no we are not. I binged the whole thing and love it (well, final episode is Wednesday). I thank my friend from college for introducing me to Oscar Isaac eons ago, because the man is so damn talented. Anyways, I'm in a "power girl" (I myself don't know how to seduce anyone nor how to be a dom... thus the quotes) mood, so let's dom our little Egypt nerd, shall we? warnings: Smut, a little plot to set the scene

Summary: You’ve been dating Marc for awhile, and everything has been great, especially the sex. But every once in a while you want to try something new.

*Reader doesn't know Steven exists. Also goes without saying, no Layla exists. Just something that popped in my head and needed out. Plus everyone else is writing for these two and it seemed like fun 😈

*italicized dialogue is for whom ever is not in control of the body*

“Are you really complaining about fucking Marc Spector?” Cali asks, giving you a look of bewilderment.

“Not complaining, just… I want to make him a mumbling mess for once.” You grumble into your coffee. He does it all the time to you, not that you don't absolutely beg for it... just want to see if you could make him fall apart too.

“I suppose that’s fair, so why haven’t you expressed this to him?” She eyes you. You’re not one to keep your opinion to yourself, at least not around the people you actually care about.

“Lately when we’re alone, he sweeps me into bed before I can say anything.”

“Sounds like you have a lot of self control there.” She laughs, holding the door to your office open.

“Self control doesn’t exist in his presence.” You grin.

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“Hey handsome I’m-” You barely have time to lock the door before his arms are wrapped around you and his lips pressed into your shoulder.

“Marc.” You say, although it came out more like a moan.

“Ya baby.” He smiles into your neck, his hands unbuttoning the front of your blouse, hungry for the feel of you skin.

“Marc, wait.” You put your hands on top of his, and he stills.

“Told you she’s keen to talk about somethin’.” Steven pipes up from his place on the mirror.

You move Marc's hands to your hips and spin to face him. He looks a little annoyed but when his eyes move back to your face the little mischievous glint is back.

“I was thinking…”

Love when she does that.

“Maybe we could try going a bit slower?” your words tumble out of your mouth. It’s not that you think he would be mad, he’s just been so stressed lately that you figured the sex helped him relax.

“Only way it would be better is if she was in control.” Steven swallows hard, shifting around Marc's head. If he had the body he would have submitted to your request like a blob of jell-o in your hand.

“Marc?” You ask, hands fiddling with the zipper of his jacket.

“Slower?” He repeats. You nod, eyes searching his face for any indication of what he’s feeling.

“Have I not been-”

“NO! No… just thought we could switch it up every once in a while.” You start to fidget. His gaze always makes you melt but this is different. “Just think about it, for next time?” You take him by the chin, placing his mouth on yours.

“Anything for you baby.” He promises, pressing you into the door as his need to have you rapidly grows.

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“Have you never taken it slow with anyone?” Steven scoffs from the mirror.

“I…” Marc wracks his brain for any evidence but comes up with nothing. “So I like it hot and dirty, she doesn’t seem to mind when she’s begging for more.” He glares at Steven who’s shaking his head. Marc pours himself a large drink and drops into one of the tiny dining room chairs.

“Maybe she wants to see if she can do that to you” Steven shoots back. “See you begging her for more, or usin’ you to get herself off.” His mind begins to wander.

Marc looks over at the poor chump, his eyes have glassed over with whatever he’s picturing you doing. Marc looks back at his drink, frowning when Steven lets out a satisfied hum.

“Tell me.” Marc whispers.

“Hmm?” Steven snaps out of the day dream.

“Tell me… tell me what you’re imagining. Please.”

“Well, I'd let her take control. Directing the whole bloody thing; all brilliant and sexy... Probably strip me naked, push me down into the couch…No! Wouldn’t make it that far; you two never make it two steps into the flat before tearin’ each other's clothes off, doubt this'd be any different. You know that weird little chair next to the door? With all the books? Ya she’d slap me into that chair, climb into my lap… grind that perfect-”

“Watch your mouth.” Marc warns, his jaw clenching so hard he could makes diamonds.

“You asked mate.” Steven gives him a pointed look before continuing. “ She’d straddle me, tits bouncin in my face, telling me when and where to touch her. Probably lose control as she hits her high, my name falling from her perfect lips.”

Steven’s eyes glass over again, a stupid grin appearing. Marc rolls his eyes as he gets up and washes out his glass. Maybe Steven’s right, maybe time to see what you have in store for him.

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“Why are you nervous?” Steven demands.

“I am not nervous.”

“You’re trembling like, well, like me!” He waves his hands in frustration.

“What if I can’t let the control go?” He whispers. He can barely handle giving Steven control of the body. Not that he didn’t trust you, he just like… well, being in charge. “What was that?” Marc turns to Steven in the mirror.

“Give me the body?” He mumbles a little louder. “Just a suggestion.” He raises his hands in surrender at Marc’s glare.

Marc turns over the idea, he doesn’t want Steven to take his place… but poor guy really hasn’t had much any action. The sound of your keys juggling in the door makes both of them jump.

“Hi love.” You smile.

“Hi gorgeous.” He smiles, pushing himself off the wall and giving you a kiss.

“Not jumping on me today?” You giggle as you push past him to set the groceries down.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said yesterday.” He tells you, handing you items from one of the bags so you can put them in their place.

“And?”

“Maybe we could go a little further?”

You pause, turning around to give him a questioning look.

“Further how?” You whisper. Your heart’s picking up speed and you feel a dull ache between your thighs. The little cocky grin has appeared as he slowly stalks toward you.

“You take the lead.” He leans back against the counter, arms gently pulling you toward him. “You take full control of me.” The tip of his nose gently bumps against yours. “And I’ll surrender myself to you.” He whispers.

“Are you sure?” You breath out, chest slowly heaving in anticipation.

“Told you that’s what she wanted.” Stephen smirks from the mirror.

“I only have one request, beautiful.” His hands trace your jaw, eyes trying to focus on yours. “Call me by my middle name when we take it slow?” You frown, but nod nonetheless.

“Steven. With a V.” He grins.

“Does that mean what I think it does?!”

“Deal.” You grab a handful of his shirt and smash his mouth to yours.

“Hope you’re ready.” Marc smirks as he hands Steven the body.

The sudden feeling of your tongue playing with his is overwhelming as he takes control. His mouth slides against yours, hand sprawled flat over your back.

“Steven.” You moan against his lips. A growl from deep in his chest vibrates the air around you and you grin wickedly. “Undress.” You demand.

It takes a moment for the dizziness to go away, unsure if it was your kiss or being handed the body. When your words register he aggressively nods and quickly starts peeling his clothes off. You slowly peel yours off, watching in awe as Marc’s body is revealed to you. Doesn’t matter how many times you’ve seen it, it’s a feast for all the senses.

Once his limbs stop flailing about, his eyes stay glued to your face, hands down by his sides. You step towards him slowly, unclasping your bra just as slow; letting each strap fall until you stand chest to chest with him. You look up through your lashes at him, smiling at the sheer amount of concentration in his face.

“Promise to be a good boy?” You whisper.

He eagerly shakes his head, stopping when you put one finger under his chin and the other hand lets your bra fall to the floor.

“Kiss me.” You command. Steven brings his hands to cup your face as he gently places his mouth on yours. His movements are slow, thoughtful even; you can feel his fingers prickle against your neck, eager to explore, to please. You claw at his back, eager to trace every contour of his muscles. You open your mouth to him, his tongue sweeping into yours; you grab him roughly by the hips, pressing him into you. He yelps in surprise and you break away startled by the sound he’s never made before.

“Sorry love.” he whispers, his voice trembling in the slightest.

“‘S alright.” You grin, bring your hand to his half hard cock. His eyes flutter closed as you gently pump him. “That feel good Steven?” You giggle at his smile, planting kisses everywhere your lips can reach.

“So good.” He moans, opening his eyes just enough to move your hair away from the one little spot on your neck that he’s seen Marc suck a millions times. He plants a gentle kiss, and then lightly scrapes his teeth along it, eliciting that perfect sound.

“Sit.” You whisper before you lose yourself in his touch. He opens his eyes, blinking a few times to make sure he’s not dreaming. He looks over his shoulder to see that stupid plastic chair and backs toward it. His knees hit the edge and he quickly sits, his eyes staying trained on yours.

“Any requests?” You ask, stepping in between his spread legs. Steven’s eyes go as wide as saucers but Marc chuckles as the question that he normally asks you.

“Better tell her to ride you like the little cock slut she is.” Marc pokes.

“She’s not a cock slut.” Steven whispers back.

“Hmm?” You cock an eyebrow, missing what he said. You almost feel like you’re digging too far into the power trip, but Marc’s gone way further, so you don’t feel too bad about the hint of terror in his eyes.

“Any way you want it, love.” He says it loud enough for you to hear.

You move one leg over his thigh, as your hands move down his arms until his hands rest in yours. You place one on your hip, and the other between your own thighs.

Steven swallows hard, his eyes glued to where his hand cups your mound so perfectly. You gently push his index to slide into you, making his eyes roll back into his head.

“Make me cum.” You whisper into the shell of his ear, trying to keep your voice steady even though you’re ready to fall apart for him.

His eyes flutter open at the command, taking in the site of your tits right in his face. He begins to move his fingers, slow and methodical. He’s seen Marc be rough, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you like tissues from a box; but he could never do that to you. He wants to make you shake with anticipation, to make you cum so hard you see stars.

He tests a few patterns around your clit, trying to figure out which one will give you what you want.

“Just like that Steven.” You moan into his curls, pushing his face further into your chest. He continues the pattern, slow and steady, as his mouth sucks in one of your nipples. He gives the other equal attention as he repositions his hand so his thumb can still play with your clit and two of his fingers can slide into you.

“Almost.” You whine, pulling his mouth off you and swallowing his face with yours. Your hips rock into his hand, keeping it pinned between his thigh and your dripping cunt. He speed up his movements and you clench around his fingers, mouth opening to let out the most beautiful sound Steven has ever heard.

It’s like an inferno ripping through your whole body; your legs have gone numb but your hips are still rutting against his hand to get every last drop of your orgasm.

You finally still and catch your breath; eyes fluttering open to see his are still firmly shut. He’s noticed you’ve stopped everything, and he wills himself to start playing with you again. You look down to see his cock angry and leaking for being ignored; but it’s as if he doesn’t mind, all he wants is to pleasure you.

“Steve… Steven.”

“Ya.” he looks up at you, lids half closed.

“Line yourself up.” You catch his chin as his head threatens to dip down to look. You moved your leg so that you’re completely straddling him now.

“Protection?” He whispers, as he notches himself at your entrance. He could easily slip into you; you’re drenched and ready; he did that, not Marc. He, Steven Grant, made the most beautiful woman cum with his fingers.

You reach for your bag, dumping everything out onto the half wall behind him, plucking out the shiny foil pack on top. You take a step back, both of you glancing to see you’ve already dripped all over him. You open the packet, putting it in one hand, while the other hand spreads your cum over his cock. His head falls back, hands gripping the chair so hard his knuckles are white, a small fuck spilling from his mouth as you slide the condom on.

“Ste-”

His head immediately pops up, hand going straight to his cock. You mumble a good boy in his ear and slide down onto him. You both curl inward at the new sensation, your grip so perfect on him that his hands fly to your hips, ready to hold on for dear life.

You roll your hips, slowly at first; you’re not sure if it’s the way you're standing or the way he’s matching your pace but everything feels so good. His hands hungrily roam your body, kneading all the places you hold a little bit extra; he enjoys the way you jiggle and bounce in his lap, no sight more perfect than you.

“Darling.”

“Me too.”

Steven’s fingers dig into your hips, slamming you harder into him until you’re at the brink of orgasm. Everything goes white hot, you can feel his name leave your mouth but all you can hear is a sharp ringing as your cunt pulses hard around him.

Hearing you scream his name will be ingrained in his mind forever. He managed to open his eyes to see you fall apart, your eyes screwed shut as you smother him with those beautiful tits. He’s trying not to bruise your hips as he holds on, but he refuses to cum until you say he can.

“Baby, baby look at me.” You croak, ears still not properly working. “Need you-”

He lets go before you can finish your sentence. A deep moan erupts from his mouth, his hips bucking up into you.

“Perfect.” You whisper, gently running your hands along the back of his head. One of his arms wraps around your waist, the other still guiding you to slide along his aching cock. His forehead rests right at the center of your chest, hot breath fanning your skin as he comes down from his high.

After a few moments, you tilt his chin up, his mouth breaking into the cutest lopsided grin. You huff, smiling as you gently press your lips to his.

“Thank you.” You tell him.

“For what?” His brows knit together; you did all the work, he just held on for the ride.

“For indulging me.” You kiss him on the cheek and wrap your arms around his neck.

He looks over to the mirror to see Marc sitting on the kitchen table.

“Fine,” He sighs. “You were right. Guess I can let you bang my girlfriend every once in a while if it makes her smile like this.”

Steven smiles even bigger, wrapping his arms around you a little tighter.

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