#she needs to get her ass back to her fucking wife and child i swear to god
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when father (ellie) comes home from getting milk (revenge murder)
#she needs to get her ass back to her fucking wife and child i swear to god#ok but she’d definitely take after joel in the parent department 😭😭😭#ellie williams#jj tlou#ellie williams fanart#the last of us fanart#tlou hbo#ellie tlou#ellie x dina
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Hi how are youuuu?
I wanted to request Rindou x reader when Bonten’s prostitue came to building and she recognized reader as ex mafia member (boss you decide) but nobody in Bonten knew that, they were like “HER!!??” they were like that because she is so innocent in front of them. Rindou and here are married and he did knew that.
Thank youu
Of course! I hope you like it!
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Her
Rindou
I wrote this while listening to:
Female reader
Cw: Child
You were already with Rindou when your boss died. Now a lot of people thought that you would take that opportunity and take over the responsibility of the boss. You didn’t. You had a meeting with others where you announced that you will be leaving. Were they surprised? No. They knew you wanted to start a family with your partner so they didn’t question your decision. And that's how you left your old life behind, ready to begin a new chapter of your life.
Did Rindou know about that? Yes. You see, your `organization` wasn’t something Bonten worried about. So that's why the information was kept between you two.
“Thank you,Y/N” said Kakucho while taking the cup of tea you handed him. “You're very generous to let us visit so often.”
“Oh don’t be silly Kakucho, it's my pleasure .” You said with a kind smile. You meant it. Your lovers' friends/ coworkers were also dear to your heart. As much as you love and trust Rindou you know that he got his ass saved by them multiple times. “It’s the least I can do to thank you guys for keeping Rin safe.”
“How did he get such a loving and innocent woman to be with him?” Mochi asked.
“Y/N, my love, did my lovely brother pay you to marry him? Or maybe threaten you?” Ran asked with a slick smile.
“You’re fucking delusional.” Scoffed Rindou while walking into the living room with your two year old.
“Sweetheart language around the little one.” You said with a smile yet disappointed look. His eyes grow big for a second.
“Right, my bad.” He responded in a calm voice. Even though you're the most soft hearted person alive, you're also the toughest woman he knows. That’s why when you told him that you were pregnant he was the happiest person alive. Of course more security was added around your house because you can never be too careful, right?
“She’s two how the fuck is she gonna understand.” The second Saznu said that everyone in the room gave him a death stare. “Oh come on.”
“Sanzu, you see Rai is two years old, she might not be able to speak fully yet, but that doesn’t mean she can't learn words or copy them. Believe it or not I prefer not to have my little girl going around swearing at this age. So if you are so kind and respect that.” You said with the sweetest smile. He felt stupid.
“I see, my bad. I will try my best.” How can he be mean to such a pure soul?
“I’m glad.” You responded. “Well then I will bring the food.”
“Do you need some help?” Your husband asked.
“Oh don’t worry I can do it by myself. You guys relax after work.” And with that you left to bring the food.
“So.. Did you pay her?”
“Ran I swear-”
“Rin’s wife is the sweetest person ever”
Is what people say.
“Y/N so nice! How did she end up with Rindou?”
That’s what they say because they don’t know.
But he knows. That’s why he absolutely loves you and knows that you can protect yourself if he’s not there. That's why he married you. Does he still worry? Yes but less than he would with a person who never tasted his type of life.
Would people believe you if you told them about you being in the mafia back in the day? No. I mean come on here you were holding your 2 year old daughter Rai who’s sitting on your hip with your hand around her, while her dad is not picking up the phone.
“For the love of god where is he?” You looked at your phone. It’s rare that your husband doesn’t pick up the phone from you. “I swear to god if this man-“
Ding
You did get a message from Haitani, not the one you wanted but close.
It was a selfie from his older brother Ran who was smiling wide with bored Rin in the back who was sitting side wise, from the camera he clearly didn’t notice, while Sanzu was posing for the photo behind Rin.
Oh for fuck sake you though to yourself. He could have told you he’s going out with the Bonten tonight. If you knew you would have your daughters favorite food cooking not his.
[You] Could you tell my lovely husband to answer his calls?
[Ran] You see, I would…but his phone is dead<3
[You] Not to sound rude but like does none of the exclusive Bonten members have a phone charger or a power bank?
[Ran] No..?
You giggled at the message.
[You] Oh you boys are build different❤️
[You] Is he drunk?
[Ran] Tipsy, but not really.
[Ran] He ain’t interested in any girls 😐
[You] Yeah I would hope so🥲
[Ran] Could you be a darling and pick him up? We all love you but he can't shut up about how much he loves you and my lovely niece❤️
[You] Of course , just send me the address :)
And here you were in sweatpants, a white t-shirt and a long black coat on and with your child on your hip that had sound proof headphones on and a bunny coat on, in the most expensive club in Japan. Everyone was dressed so revealingly and so flashy. As you walked through the people to get into the VIP section you saw some women coming in and out of that section. Oh? Now were you aware that Bonten invited strippers? Yes. Could Ran send them out even for a few minutes because he knew you were bringing Rai? Yes. Did he? No. You will have some kind words with him later for now you need to get your lovely husband.
The second you walk in you cover your child’s eyes. A stripper was trying to get the attention of your husband while he was clearly uninterested.
“Ehem” you made yourself known.
The stripper turned around confused. And the second she did her face went white.
She sure seems familiar.
“Y/n ma’am, what are you doing here?” She seems scared. While Rin peaked his head from behind her. The second he saw you the biggest smile appeared on his face. He opened his arms and so did his daughter at the sight of him. You put Rai down so she can go to her dad.
“I came to pick up my husband.” You gave her a relaxed smile. “ Do I know you by any chance? What's your name?”
“Yuko ma’am! I used to work under Eada, ma'am.” She announced. Her posture was the same you would see in the military.
“Ahh Eada’s team.” You sigh. “Haven’t spoken to her in a while, but I heard she proposed to her girlfriend. Oh don’t look so stiff, love relax”
“Sorry to interrupt your little reunion but how the fu- '' Sanzu looked at your daughter who was playing with her dad’s hair. “Flip.. do you guys know each other?”
“Old days when I was doing mafia related things.” You shrug off.
“Ma’am you were the second to the boss! People like me could only dream to work under you, to even only see you.” The woman said. Her eyes now fill with admiration like she just met her favorite celebrity.
“Oh you speak too kindly of me, but thank you. I’m glad to see you doing well.” You pat her on the shoulder. “When you see me do tell me if anyone courses you or anyone else who works here, any problems. I will make sure that the ‘problem’ will be taken care of, right?” You look over to the men that were sitting on the couch, clearly confused.
“I’m sorry.” Ran says confused. “You used to do what, Y/N?”
“I used to be in the mafia.” You said with such an innocent voice.
“Rindou, did you know about this?” Koko asked.
“Of course I did! I'm married to her, you idiot!” He said while smiling at his daughter.
“And you never thought about telling us that the lovely wife of yours used to be in the mafia?”
“No? Why would I? When was that relevant?” He answered confused.
The members were shocked. You? Y/N? The most calm, loving, innocent and caring person on this earth used to be in the mafia?!
“This is a joke right?” Kakucho asked.
“No.” You answered with a calm voice.
They know you wouldn’t lie about something like that. Why would you?
The silence is broken by little Rai.
“Papa food! I’m hungry!” Little girl announced.
“Well you hear the princess! Home time!” Rin said while standing up with Rai in his arms on his way to leave the VIP room.
“It was nice seeing you all.” You said. The second you turned around to leave you heard.
“Ma’am!” You turned around to face Yuko. “I’m so sorry I didn’t know he was your husband.”
“Oh don’t worry! How could you possibly know?” You gave her a smile. “Stay safe, love” You said with a smile and then were on your way to the exit. After putting Rai safely in the back of the car, Rindou sat in the front passenger seat.
“I love you, you know that, right? I’m all yours.” Rin said.
“I know that sweetheart and I love you too.” You said and leaned to give him a kiss. “Ran, sent me a photo of you being bored out of your mind and said that you weren’t interested in any girls. Also we need to buy you a power bank.” Rin smiled.
“Of course, love.” He was truly lucky.
Yuko turned around to face the men that were too lost for words.
“Do you have any pictures of Y/N from the mafia time?” Kaku asked.
“Ah of course!” She said then when to get her phone. When she came back she had the photo ready. “ This is Y/N and Eada.”
In the photo there were two young women.The photo was showing them from waist up. One had short, black hair, a small smile on her face and a cigarette in her hand and next to her. You. You were smiling with your tongue out and your eyes wide open with one hand doing the peace sign while the other arm was hanging around Eada’s neck. Two things in common. You were both wearing suits and you were both covered in blood, you more than Eada.
“THAT’S HER?!”
#tokyo rev x y/n#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyorev x reader#tokyo revengers#tokrev rindou#rindou haitani x reader#rindou x y/n#bonten rindou#tr rindou#rindou x you#tokyo revengers rindou
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So @missroro wanted someone to write where she’s Jake sister and mated with tsu’tey and is the fun aunt so here it is
It’s just gonna be some Headcannons some drabness here and there
And I’ll make a part 2 to this we’re u track the kids how to surf
You went on the mission with Jake obviously but you were already a scientist Jake was just replacing your dead brother therefore you both have avatars now
Why did they need 2 sullys that was unanswered
You haven’t spoke to Jake for years so it was lowkey kinda awkward
Norm worked with you so he was familiar with you while in your training but Jake he was gonna take done getting used to
Now even though u and Jake weren’t as close as you used to ur didn’t matter he was still over protective over you
When u guys got off the ship and you waited for him as u were walking off someone catcalled at you (u can make up a person if u want) Jake do a whole 360 and was about to kick some ass then you grabbed his wheel chair and pushed him through the building saying “no Jake not today not today”
While he was getting the military introduction you were setting up in the lab taking a look at your avatar then looking at your brothers you missed tommy but atleast jake was here
OKAY IM DONE BUILDING THE PLOT
so when ur in your avatar and jake get chased by a thanthor (I think that’s what there called correct me if I’m wrong) you go after him you still cared about your brother
While he tried to kill the many animals you stopped him by saying “this isn’t the marines Jake were in a different planet and were not superior here okay?”
Then neytiri came in at saved y’all’s asses and went to the village when tsu’tey and some other hunter of the clan came you couldn’t help but stare he was very attractive
When you were in the home tree there were all less rough with you like they were Jake
And instead of neytiri teaching you there was it was tsu’tey you grew close to him fond of him and even loved him
Now of course Jake knew he was your brother so he teased you about it every single day and you swear your goona cut his eyes out but you teased him abt neytiri
Tsu’tey took you somewhere the night u became one of them he knew it was wrong he as supposed to marry neytiri but his heart tugged at you and he took you to a different way they see ewya and mated with you
Okay now the war you all fought hard and long you tried to save tsu’tey but he told you “ewya has called me home my love she will one day too” and he died
Now Jake was your rock your armor so you cried to him for days weeks until u felt mood swings, throwing up on hunts with neytiri then she took you to her mother “you are with child both of you” you and neytiri looked at each other crazy but started laughing
You gave birth a few weeks after neytiri but it wasn’t one baby after you thought u we’re done the pain came right back and it was another child a boy and a girl
So you raised your children along with jakes you were silly fun and other things
When you all had to leave your children had always been curious people so they were excited to meet new people and new ways
But it didn’t go as planned Ronal grabbed you sons tail and you snarled at her Jake grabbed your shoulder as a way of saying STFU
But as Jake was hard in his children you were always there for your children and his they came and cried to you if he was being to harsh or too cold you told them don’t worry about it and once they slept you would find your brother
Your brother been afraid of you since your were kids and he still is even if he is tutok mato so you told him off enough to wake up the camp his wife heard nodding at your words and Jake just sat there silent bc he knew you would fucking kill him if he talked back
But you would all have play date and take the children to be children besides Jake treating them like soldiers
When Neteyam got shot you saved him just in time sending Lo’ak to get things from the sea that could help him
Jake never let you forget that he cherishes you and thanks ewya for you every single day because not only did you save his child you saved him
#Jake sully x sister reader#avatar x reader#avatar the way of water#avatar 2009#tsu’tey#tsu’tey x reader
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Chapter 1
Summery: Tyler finds out that his now Ex soon to be wife had been cheating on him behind his back. Heartbroken and alone he hinds out in his Captain's basement until his best friend in the whole world offers him refuge in Pittsburgh to ride out the summer and let things cool down in Texas.
Word count: 3.5K
Warnings: swearing, drinking, a fight of you look hard enough. I believe that's it.
A03
I just want to put this out there this is a work of fiction. I in no way shape or form know how these players really act in really life. For those of you who may like Alex Kerfoot I am warning you for the sake of the series ONLY, I made Alex a jackass to fit the story line. I don't know how he really acts in person but I made him what I needed him to be for the story only. Please don't hate on me or the series if you don't agree with how he acts or talks within the series. Thank you
When you plan the perfect fairytale wedding, have the perfect ring, the perfect girl to walk down the aisle to you, you expect it to go perfectly smooth right? Well that's what Tyler Seguin thought the day he proposed to Tiffany. It had been the perfect beach proposal in Italy during the off season, they had been together for 2 years and she seemed to understand what it meant to be a hockey player's wife. Everything seemed like a fairytale… till last night when he found what he thought was the love of his life, fucking another man in their bed, in their house. Since then he had been hiding away in Jamie's basement, nursing a beer as he poured out his heart to his best friend over facetime.
"Ziggy, I know it hurts, and I'm truly sorry, but hiding in a basement till the season starts is not the answer." Arabella Kerfoot said with a dramatic sigh. Tyler took another sip of his beer and looked away from the camera. He knew she was right but his pride was too wounded to admit that.
"I don't know, Jamie's basement is pretty nice."
"It's May, Segs. Hockey starts in September. You gonna hide down there for over 4 months??" Ella gave him a hard look. Hanging his head the hockey forward sighed and shook his head. Running a hand through his black hair he looked back up and gave her the same look back.
"So what do you suggest, oh Great One?"
Bella laughed and flipped him off through the camera. "Wayne Gretzky is the Great One. But come spend the summer with me hiding away from the Media and just regroup. Take a breather." She said, taking a bite of her muffin as she leaned back into her chair. Tyler watched her closely, seeing if she was serious about it. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair again before looking back up at the camera. "Come on, even Jamie thinks it's a good idea."
"You talked to Benn about it?" .
Bella smiled at the camera and took another bite of her muffin. "What else was I supposed to do?" She asked. "Of course I talked to Jamie about it and he agreed with me. You need to leave his basement. Like yesterday and get your ass up here to my place. Take the summer to shut out the world and regroup with me." She sighed and sat her muffin down, running a hand through her hair before leaning closer to the camera. "Tyler, what happened is shitty. What she did to you was something horrible, but if you stay there, if you let this haunt you, it's going to ruin you. The media will eat you alive. Plus if you went home… dude I love your family, but let's be honest, they won't let you have any peace trying to make sure you're okay after something like this."
He knew she was right. He honestly did. They both had shitty reputations with the media. They messed up one time in their careers and all the sudden they were uncontrollable wild childs that needed to be torn down. Tyler has done so much since his move to Texas to rebrand himself, make a better name and leave all the Boston shit behind him. He finished his beer and looked off into the distance of the darkened room. Ella stayed silent as he thought, as his mind went through all his thoughts. He sighed and picked at the sandwich Jamie had made him hours ago, but left untouched. He knew Ella was waiting for him to answer, but his mind was tired and his heart was too broken to give her one. He heard his best friend sigh, knowing she was trying hard to give them the space he needed but a push at the same time. There was a 6 year age gap between the two Forwards, Tyler taking on the role of big brother to a young girl he met in 2017 who had just won the Stanley Cup in her rookie year with Pittsburgh, and made a mistake in front of the media, earning her a nasty reputation, similar to the one he had when he played for Boston. Fast forward 4 years later and the two were more like siblings then their own siblings. Tyler stood by Ella in so many fights with her brother Alex, who played for Toronto, when he would fight her on what a disappointment her reputation bright to the family name. Ella also stood beside Tyler during many family events where his family would hound him on not having settled down yet and setting his new found reputation into stone. Over the past 4 years the two of them formed a bond, one that to the outside world looked more than platonic, but they could never see each as anything more than best friends and siblings.
Knowing that Ella was in his corner and would understand if he needed a moment to breathe and ponder her request to spend the summer in Pittsburgh with her, he finally answered her question. "Let me have the night, to just…. Let my mind shut down and figure out how to go about this. I'll call you in the morning and let you know what I'm going to do. Okay Bell?"
"Okay Ziggy. If I don't hear from you by 10am I'm calling Benn and making him put you on a plane though. Love you Bubs."
"Love you Bubs." Tyler said back with their signature sign off before hanging up the phone. The room was darker than he remembered from before Ella had called, so flipping on a light he sat down on one of the sofas in Jamie's basement. His phone lit up with text messages from Tiffany, ones he swiped away so he didn't have to see them. With a sigh he flipped his phone over and ignored it as it continued to buzz. Getting up he walked slowly up the staircase to the first floor into the kitchen. Jamie was there cooking some food, listening to a game from the playoffs from the TV in the corner.
"About time you showed your face. Ella finally got you to leave my dungeon of despair?" Jamie asked as he stirred the stuff in the pot. Tyler raised an eyebrow upon hearing the weird name for the basement and Jamie saw the look of confusion. Nodding his head and waving a hand in the air he answered the silent question. "That's what she called it when she called me this morning. Don't ask, it's Ella, that's enough said."
Both men have a soft chuckle at that and Jamie went back to stirring his food. Tyler walked to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, chugging it down like his life depended on it. He hadn't drunk anything other than beer in the past 14 hours, and he didn't realize how thirsty he was till that moment. Throwing the empty water bottle in the small bin beside the sink, he leaned against the countertop and ran a hand through his thick hair.
"Ella wants me to come to Pittsburgh for the summer…. Instead of going home." He broke the silence after a bit of deep thinking. Jamie hummed in response, turning the stove off and removing his dish he had been stirring. Tyler watched him closely as he poured the stew into bowls. "You don't seem surprised." Jamie put the pot down and turned to face his best friend. He placed his arms over his chest and leaned against the table.
"Tyler, going home is only going to end in 1 of 2 ways. Your family going overboard on trying to keep you happy and giving you no time to grieve this, or being all up your ass about how shit went wrong and how this is going to look in you. They won't let you have any peace."
Tyler folded his arms and hung his head, giving a slight nod. "That's what Ella said too."
Jamie pushed off from the table and walked over to the forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Ella is right. And she's right in the fact you should go spend the summer with her. Lord knows that girl can't go home to her family. Not fair you two spend your summer with people that don't understand you. She's your best friend, so go and recover from this."
Tyler nodded his head and looked down at his bare feet. He knew they were right, there was nothing holding him here for the next few months. So pulling out his phone he shot a text to his one friend, asking if they could fly them on their small private plane to Pittsburgh in the morning. Then he shot a text to Ella that he knew she was probably already expecting.
*Pick me up at the airport in the morning*
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Stepping off the private plane around 8am in Pittsburgh instead of getting ready for a bachelor party that night wasn't how Tyler saw his weekend going. But here he was getting off his friend's plane at the airport to meet up with Ella. Flipping his sunglasses up onto his hair he looked around for the tall brunette he called his best friend. Looking off to his right he saw her walking his way. Ella was one for fashion. She knew what looked good on her tall, thin but muscular frame. Clad in a white deep V neck shirt that hugged her curves, a pair of dark blue skinny jeans with black ankle boots. Orange tinted Aviators kept her eyes from the morning sun, her hair fell to her shoulder blades thick and wavy down her back.
"You definitely know how to make an entrance Ell-Bell." Tyler said as he took the last few steps off the private plane. Ella's bright laugh filled the air around them as she stopped in front of her best friend.
"Please Ziggy, you dress to impress all the time, you lady killer." She said waving her hand at his current outfit. He had on a dark green shirt that was so tight it was a second skin. Every muscle on display. Tan pants clinged to his thighs, dark brown Hey Dudes on his feet. His hair was styled in the blown away look, curls perfectly messy. Dark sunglasses now perched on top of his head. His wide, full white smile lit up the runway, reaching out he pulled his best friend into a hug. For the first time since he found his now ex-fiance with another man, he really smiled. Pulling away from the hug, Tyler grabbed his bags he had dropped at his feet and followed Ella to her car. Tossing his bags Into the back seat of her Jeep, he climbed into the passenger seat and turned to look at his best friend.
"Thank you Ella…. For helping me during this. For being my best friend."
The brunette smiled back at him and took his hand, giving it a squeeze. "You are welcome Tyler. I know this is hard, and shitty. What she did was unforgettable. You are more of a brother than my own flesh and blood and I will always stand in your corner." She let go of his hand and started up her jeep, the warm spring air floating through the windows as she pulled out of the airport parking lot. "And you know that whenever you want to talk about it, or vent, or just sit in silence and drink a beer together, you just have to ask."
Tyler watched the scenery go by out his window. Pittsburgh was a beautiful town, the people here passionate about their sports teams with flags and banners blowing in the light breeze. What had once been a small coal town was now a booming city with people from all over flocking to its doors to watch hockey and football and baseball, for jobs and major opportunities that showed up each day.
The trees were just starting to green up, the grass turning a pretty shade of green, early spring flowers blooming in the yards of the homes they drove past. Tyler was lost in thought as he watched the town go by, the wind blowing through his curls as he leaned his head back against the headrest. The sound of a phone ringing broke him from his thoughts. Looking over at his friend, he watched as she looked down at her phone, a scowl across her face as she quickly hit decline to the call.
"Is everything okay Ella?" Concern in his voice. The forward sighed as she came to a stop at a red light. She looked over at Tyler through her sunglasses and he knew right away she wasn't happy.
"Alex keeps calling." She finally spoke as she turned back to look at the road.
"What does he want?"
"It's Alex. The only reason he ever calls his baby sister is because he wants to yell at me for being the family disappointment." The light turned green and Ella started moving the Jeep again, flipping her turn signal on and going right, towards her house. "Every year my family goes on a vacation together and last year I just…. Hide away and not gone. And I don't plan on going this year and I'm sure he is calling to bitch me out for it among other things….. shit."
Tyler looked from his friend to the front windshield as he felt the jeep come to a stop. He looked up the driveway to Ella's house on the outside of town and saw a car parked right by the front door. Looking back at his friend he gave her a pissed off look.
"What is he doing here?" Tyler hissed as he looked back at the Subaru in the driveway. Ella remained quiet as she pulled up her driveway to park beside the car that was waiting for them. The Jeep hadn't even been turned off yet when Tyler was out of its doors and marching towards the man waiting. After the past weekend, the drama and pain he went through, he was now ready for a fight.
"What the hell do you want Alex?" His voice boomed as Tyler stopped in front of the tall dark haired player from Toronto. He watched as Alex Kerfoot scowled upon hearing his voice and turned to face him.
"I should have known my baby sister would have gone running the minute she found out you were no longer engaged." Alex sneered as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Ella stopped next to Tyler and matched her brother's posture. "The fuck is that supposed to mean?"
Alex laughed, shaking his head as if the answer was obvious. "With the reputation you both have among players it should be very clear what I'm saying. But I'll spell it out nevertheless." He pushed off his car and stopped inches from his sister. "You couldn't wait to have him back in your bed after you were the one that probably wrecked his engagement, Arabella. People like you two don't know how to be any different no matter how much your families try to put you on the right path."
Tyler grabbed Alex by the arm and yanked him away from Ella who had a look of horror across her face. Tyler pushed Alex up against his car and pinned him there with an arm across his chest.
"Watch your mouth Kerfoot. My engagement being called off has nothing to do with Ella. Your sister is my best friend and she offered me a place to stay while all that shit back in Texas gets worked out. Next time don't speak without the facts." He said through gritted teeth. Tyler stood a few inches taller than Alex, and he put his full height to his advantage. The two glared at each other for a moment before Ella spoke up.
"Why are you here Alex?"
Pushed against Tyler's arm, Alex broke free and fixed his jacket, giving the taller man one more glare before facing his sister. "You never come home anymore during the off season. Your place is at home, with family, keeping your rep clean during the summer instead of hiding out in Pittsburgh, giving the media more drama to feed off of. So I came to get you."
"Yeah that's not happening." Tyler chuckled sarcastically as he stepped closer to Ella for support. Alex cocked his head and waved a hand between the 3 of them to make a point. "And what place do you have here to speak Seguin?"
"Stop Alex!" Ella snapped as she pushed between the two men. She could see Tyler was holding back his anger, an anger he was famous for once having. And Alex knew how to push buttons, it's what gave him an edge on the ice. Tyler shook his head and took a step back, giving space between the three of them. He hated how Alex and her whole family treated her after one mistake. It was like watching his early years play out all over again.
"I am home Alex. Pittsburgh IS my home now. And I have house guests to care for. So I suggest you leave and let me go about my life here, with my friends and my team who are supporting me far more than my family has in the past few years." Tyler watched as Ella spoke, before she turned her back on her brother and walked back to her car to grab her purse from the back seat where she had left it. Digging out her house key she turned back to face Tyler and nodded her head towards the front door. Tyler nodded and turned back to face Alex, crossing his arms over his chest and tapped his chin up towards the Subaru behind him. He watched as Alex shook his head and grabbed the handle of the car door and yanked it open.
"I'll tell Mom that you already had plans for the summer. At least call her some though." Alex called out dryly before climbing into the car shutting the door behind him. Tyler glanced over at his friend and watched all kinds of emotions cross her face as her brother drove down her driveway and then down the road. Tyler watched her from the corner of his eye as the car disappeared down the road. He was fortunate enough to have a family that still supported him even after everything in Boston. Even after up until a year and half ago when he got serious with Tiffany he bounced around from girl to bar each weekend not caring if he got too drunk and ruin all he worked so hard to build. Even now, with everything that has happened in the past 48 hours with Tiffany, he knew his family understood to a point why he didn't come home. Why he wanted see space. Sure they would check in on him and maybe suggest coming to visit but they wouldn't show up at his door and chastise him for his choice.
"Don't bother even bringing your bags in." Ella's voice broke him from his thoughts. He turned to fully face her but Ella was already heading for her door.
"Excuse me? Care to explain??" He asked, not fully understanding that statement at all. He had a split second fear that maybe she was going to send him back to Texas after what just happened. But seeming to sense his underlying fear, she stopped at the door after she unlocked it and gave him one of her famous looks.
"We're not staying here." She said with a flip of her hair over her shoulder. "If we really want to disappear, then we are going to the cabin." Tyler had only seen her cabin once since she bought it. It was in a small fishing town at the top corner of Erie county and the lake. It sat by the water with only 2 other cabins in sight across the lake. It was remote and quiet. "The three of us need a break from the world. So to the cabin we go!" Ella singsonged as she marches through her front door, leaving Tyler to stand with a smirk on his face. He shook his head as he followed through the now open door. Only Sidney Crosby and himself knew she bought the cabin up north, as a way to really disappear when life got too much in the city.
"Wait." He stopped, replaying what she had said in his head. Three of them. Three people. So someone else was spending the summer with Ella? "Three people?" He called out but Ella had already disappeared upstairs to her room. "Ella, who else is spending the summer with us?!" He yelled up the steps as he raced up them two at a time. "I've had enough surprises in the past 48 hours to last a lifetime." He grumbled as he reached the top step. He found Ella packed 2 large suitcases of clothes, bathroom needs, shoes, and other random things. She smiled up at him and just gave him a wink. With a groan He knew he wasn't getting his answers till they reached that cabin on the lake.
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💋God I’m so tired of having to witness the literal worst of human nature. I swear retail brings out the ugliest sides of people.
Today I heard a kid running behind me as I was ringing someone up, and so I turned and said “slow down please.” Regular and polite. Well apparently that was a grievous mistake bc I immediately hear yelling and it’s the mom right behind me losing her little pea-sized brain over me “telling her child what to do.” Ok bitch well if you were watching him and making him behave I wouldn’t have to say shit in the first place. This woman was literally fucking yelling at me over HER KID acting up like what in the goddamn hell. I keep trying to tell her “ma’am I’m not trying to be rude I just needed him to stop running, it’s a liability and that’s our store policy.” Ofc she’s not hearing any logic bc she’d rather talk over me and go on and on about how I’m disrespectful for talking to her son and not her. Why does it even matter??? Idk. Finally she just walked away, glaring daggers at me the whole time.
Then like ten mins later her husband comes back, and I do have to give him credit bc he was polite, but he basically walks up and goes “look I wanna unpack all that that just happened.” Like ok Dr Phil the gist of it is that your wife is a bitch but sure let’s “talk about it.” I explain to him that not only is it store policy that I ask people not to run inside, but I also was polite in the way I asked. He agreed. But then he tries to explain “well the way we grew up, people don’t talk to other peoples kids.” Ok that’s nice, but that’s not everyone’s upbringing and again, I wouldn’t have had to say anything if YOU were parenting your child. Also think it’s weird bc these ppl were like 40 talking about “in my day we didn’t tell ppls kids what to do.” Like dude if anything it’s the opposite?? Especially down here in the south. I’m not nearly as old as them but if my momma caught me running around acting a fool in a store like that, not only would I get in trouble but she’d GLADLY let someone else scold me for my behavior. This whole thing of “if you even look at my child wrong I will explode” is def not a “back in the day” type shit, it’s new and it’s coming from all these dumbass fucking entitled parents that have no consideration for others in public bc they’re kids are the best kids and everyone else needs to accommodate to THEM, not fhe other way around. Jfc
And then immediately after that happened someone dropped a glass jar of salsa and didn’t even wait for an employee to come to the mess. They just left the salsa and broken glass on the floor, they ain’t even wait thirty seconds before saying “well not my problem” and walking away. I fucking hate people.
Don't give me any of that "back in my day" BS!
I am 49 fucking years old and one of my core memories is being 6 or 7 and just being bored as hell in church and me and my sister were just being kids trying to amuse ourselves and this crusty old man just gets up from his seat at the other end if the room grabs my arm and drags me over to where he was sitting and sits my scared out of my mind ass down and keeps me next to him for the rest of the service. My mom said nothing at the time but when we got home I got a whooping for "embarrassing" her and told me I better behave next time. And for the next few months every sunday this scary old man would grab my arm and sit me next to him.
So I have no idea what alternate timeline your customer came from but it sure as hell wasn't back in the day.
-Rodney
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sorry i need to scream about osvald’s chapter 4 (the montwise one in case i got the chapter number wrong.) spoilers below the read more
fucking hell and i thought osvald’s horrible life couldn’t get any worse- writers he’s already dead inside stop giving him trauma
going to. stare at the ceiling for a half hour. and think about this man. rotate him on a microwave dish. fuck. ing. hell.
that chapter 4 boss. what the fuck. i seriously thought i was going to lose that. and then she starts self destructing. her fucking tears healed osvald.
the party had to sit there and WATCH as this giant horrible monstrosity made with the blood of his DEAD WIFE sobbed and disintegrated into dust as they all stopped fighting back, focused on healing, and just SAT THERE as osvald probably broke down on his knees as he lost his wife for the second time.
AND THEN THE THING WITH HIS DAUGHTER? THE PARTY JUST HAD TO WATCH THAT PLAY OUT??? LIKE FUCK OKAY PLEASE TELL ME THERE WAS AN OFF SCREEN GROUP HUG BECAUSE HOLY SHIT DOES THE MAN NEED IT.
i keep making jokes as i play that osvald is slowly adopting both ochette and agnea and they’re helping him heal from the trauma of losing a child but man. the hope in his voice. his arms were wide open. she walked right past him. i swear you can pinpoint the exact second his heart snaps in two i-
anyways. i do be hype to see how this ends?? and to kick this man’s FUCKING ASS?? but man. m a n. this game do be getting me good.
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I know it’s summer, but…what’s Christmas with Dare like?
(If you feel like it, variations for if you’re still defiant, stockholmed, and/or have a kid together!)
Love your work!
Everyone gathers at Doreen's! And while none of them are practicing Christians, they are culturally Christian due to being based in the UK. They don't say Grace before meals or go to church.
Darius, Marcus, Marcus' wife and kids, Doreen, Richard, and Doreen's sister Evelyn. Richard was an only child, and Evelyn couldn't have kids, so the family is smaller than others.
Darius isn't the best when it comes to gifts for his niblings, so they often just get £50 each from him, though sometimes he'll roll up wirh airsoft guns. Socks for Marcus and Richard. Doreen tends to get her preferred perfume and a pair of silk pj's. Marcus's wife gets a fucking selection box. Evelyn gets few pelts from Darius's hunts. The old lady likes leather work, he saves them up for her.
Doreen, Evelyn and Marcus are the two who end up in the kitchen, Mark's wife stays with the kids and Richard in the living room. Darius will usually sit outside on the porch if he can, though eventually Doreen will drag his ass back inside. Too cold for that.
When you get added to the family, you'll be best off in the kitchen. 1) Doreen is fun, Evelyn is snarky, and Marcus isn't that bad when he's away from Rich and his wife. 2) if you stay in the living room, you'll have to put up with those two and the kids. 3) it's fucking freezing and Darius will take any attempt to cuddle with him as an opportunity for groping, so best not to join him outside.
Don't worry about gifts, Darius will say anything from him is from the two of you. But if you make any changes, he won't stop you. Apart from Doreen's perfume, he always gets her perfume. Any other changes he doesn't care about though.
Darius usually receives socks himself, some undies, a card from the niblings, and if he's lucky a new chisel or saw or something. Maybe a watch.
You'll usually get a necklace if you're a jewellery person, or perhaps new shoes. If you share a hobby with Doreen/Evelyn, she'll get you something she swears by.
Darius saves his gift for you till you get home, though. Mostly cause they're often plane tickets to whichever destination stole your heart this year and he can't be bothered to hear his sister-in-law complaining.
I really need to think of a name for Marcus' wife.
If you're someone who doesn't practise Christmas, it's very predictable who will and who won't force it on you with "Oh but it's not even a religious thing at this point!" Marcus' wife and Richard.
Otherwise, Darius just wants you to come cause its a day off. Free food. Doreen and Evelyn want to see you because omg Darius got a spouse. The niblings couldn't give the slightest shit. Marcus also doesn't give a shit but pretends to so his family will leave him alone.
If you want to stay at home, Darius will allow it.
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Ninety Six. Part 3
I am in my own world right now; I am in shock, and I am very much hurt. I can’t believe that people are jumping on this, jumping on this narrative that he is not Chris’ like I am some whore, I am a bad person. I’ve done nothing, I am literally being dragged through the mud for nothing. Chris and his dad too, I am just stressed out now and I haven’t even stepped back in America; I haven’t for months with my kids, this is all so messy “a video of Chris in the elevator has just been released!” Tina announced “someone has leaked a video with no sound, Chris looks so angry in here, but he was actually just drunk” I groaned out “what does it say? Is it TMZ? I know Jay about to have a meltdown” Jah turned his phone to me “Chris Brown comes to blows with his dad” rolling my eyes “Chris Brown seems to have come to blows with his dad shouting profanities at him, TMZ has learned that Chris has been shouting at his dad throughout during the time he liked the post airing out his wife of being a cheater. This comes after Chris was caught sexting a video Vixen which is featured in Go Crazy” Tina read out, nodding my head “so is that it? I am the cheater, and he has cheated too? My son looks like Rylee so is Rylee not his? What the fuck” Jen popped up on Skype “sorry Wi-Fi issues, so I guess Rihanna knows?” Nodding my head “they are attacking nephew, the boy is being dragged by the tooth he has got” I chuckled “shut up, oh my. Like, I really don’t think I can do this” I said aloud “being married to Chris?” Jah said “it’s getting toxic, for the kids too. Everything is just stressing me out, stressing him out but he won’t let me. He refuses to allow it” Jah cringed “but he does love you” Mel added “she is right” Jah agreed “does he” I said “I need to speak to him, tell Herb to wake him. I just need to speak to him directly, either wake him or tell him to call me as soon as possible” getting up from the chair “I need space” walking off towards the door, I just need to have some air, I need to just breathe. Opening the door and Rylee fell down “mom” she said, “what did I say to you?” Looking down at her “I didn’t” she said “get up! Get up now!” Grabbing her arm “mom I just came now” I am sick of her, I literally told her to go “do not lie to me” I said to her “I’m not, mom you’re hurting my arm” she said “Robbie, let her go” I want to beat her ass “get out of my face, don’t get in my way again and you listen to when I say go! That was private conversation, you kids don’t listen!” Rylee’ lower lip quivered, I am sick and tired of everything.
Watching Majesty play outside, I am just not happy because that shit has blown up for nothing “erm, Rih” Jah said behind me “I want some peace” I said staring off still “erm, Chris’ sister is talking” I groaned out “just say it” I mean I rather hear it “she said my brother was blind sided by Rihanna, they both hide the youngest child. My brother is very stupid in love, and he would take care of another man’s child because he is in love. I wish he woke up and leave her, just because she is a billionaire and an average face, she has destroyed our family” turning to Jah slowly “I will literally fuck that bitch up! I will fucking fuck her up speaking on my fucking kids, that stupid bitch” Jah put his hands up “just relax” he said, my mother moved Jah to the side “let me speak to her” I rolled my eyes “speak to me for what? Just leave me alone” I am over everything “you upset Rylee a lot, what has happened. You’re swearing loudly too, speak to me. Also Chris seems to be lashing out on his father” shaking my head “what do you want me to do with that mom? I can’t fix his behaviour; I can’t do anything! Just because I didn’t post Junior in his fucking birthday post the whole fucking world things he’s not Chris’! They are shaming me mom! I am the whore, I am being dragged, then his fucking sister has started. I am going to VA and killing her” my mother held my hands “calm down baby, don’t let these demons get to you. Just calm down” I am shaking “he doesn’t bother with him, what is the point?” I said to her “so it’s true” I snatched my hands away “what!? Are you serious?” I shouted “I didn’t mean it, you just said he doesn’t bother with him” my mother knows that I love Chris ”what is the difference between Rylee and Junior huh? Why is my son being dragged into this, mom! Just leave me the hell alone!” I shouted; I am so done.
A hangover only means I had a terrible night, I drank too much I suppose. Now I have been woken up by Herb, and he said do not look at my phone, what did I do and what happened. I just got ready and left my room “excuse me, get him out now” Jay Brown is here too, did I punch him. Did I attack someone, I mean I vaguely remember attacking my dad, but I don’t remember at which point, was it at the end, I suppose “Chris!” Jay said “please don’t shout” I mumbled, too much is being said and loudly too “ok, let me whisper. What the fuck have you done? Your publicist has just started working with you and now he’s drowning, poor Jeff” I am so confused “what happened?” what is happening “he doesn’t know bro, just relax. Let me speak to him, shouting doesn’t help really” Herb said “no, it does help, I got Rihanna’s team crying at me, and then you are just half asleep not knowing the shit you have done. Is Junior not yours?” he asked “what!?” I said confused “well you certainly liked a topic of conversation, now Rihanna is the biggest whore and Loyal is about her. It’s run the streams up anyways but forget that. Is Loyal about Rihanna? Did you make it about her” I am just stumped “what?” I am so confused “let me speak to him, all this shouting is confusing him. He has just woke up, lots has happened. Chris, you just need to sit down. Come” Herb came over to me “well I am speaking to Rihanna’s team, while you just speak to him” did I really do something bad, what the fuck have I done, I am so scared now. Did I do something to upset my kids, even my wife. What did I do, I am literally shaking with fear.
I swallowed hard “Herb, what did I do?” I asked “let’s just speak on Rih, she wants you to call her, but I think I need to speak on it. So while we was partying and shit, things were brewing up with Rih not posting Junior. TSR posted some shit saying he is not the father, during that time. I think you was too drunk, you was probably scrolling through some shit, you like da post bro. Were you liking posts at the party?” he asked, rubbing the top of my head just thinking “erm, yeah. Actually yes, I was” nodding my head “shit, well you liked the post” I clicked my fingers “a picture of Junior? Yeah I did” I remember I did “did you not read it? She said that this child looks nothing like Chris, now you know why Chris isn’t with her and he stays at his own apartment. He doesn’t bother with Rihanna and even at the game he looked mad, Rihanna has cheated, and she is making him depressed because she is a power hungry monsters. He sold his soul to her, now he is stuck with Roc Nation. People don’t believe it, just look at my picture” I stared in shock “what?” I am in shock “well Rih is upset bro. That comment liking fuelled the rumours to be true” my mouth is hung open “she didn’t post him, I don’t know. That isn’t anyone’s issue but mine and hers!? What the fuck” I can’t believe this “there is a whole more shit but for now, maybe you need to call Rih” she is going to be barking at me, I didn’t even do that on purpose.
Robyn isn’t picking her phone up, so I am now calling Rylee phone, I need someone to answer “hi dad” Rylee picked up “hi baby, how are you? I miss you girls so much, let’s facetime” moving the phone back and tapping on the facetime button “accept it baby” I said, I want to see her face. Maybe Imani will be there “hey” I laughed smiling “my baby, look at you. Hey” my face dropped slowly “what’s wrong?” she started crying “mom hurt my arm” she hiccupped and sniffled “why? What did you do?” I asked, she must be fed up or something “because I heard everything they was saying and she saw me” she said in a whisper “what was said?” maybe she can tell me “I heard things, I am not sure. But mom is angry with me now” sighing out “it’s ok baby, just don’t get upset. I will fix it ok, please give your mom the phone or tell mom to call me?” she shook her head “mom is mad, I can’t” rolling my eyes “ok, get Tianna to do it. Tell her to say dad said call him, please. It’s important, I will fix this baby ok? Don’t cry, mommy is just a little stressed” she nodded her head “I love you” I smiled “I love you more, don’t listen to adult conversation though, it is no good to do. Especially when mom said don’t do it, just keep your head down now, and please get mom to call me, it’s so important, thank you” my kids are sad now.
Do I trust kids, I mean there hasn’t been no call at all. Jay Brown is having a meltdown and I need to know what happened “damn” that scared me, Robyn is facetiming me I see. I look like shit, but I will answer, she has seen worse. I don’t know why she is calling me like this, answering the facetime. I missed her face “thanks for the party” I said, I don’t know what to say, “I just wanted to speak to you face to face, so I know the truth is being told that is all” that makes sense “ok” I nodding my head “did you know the caption was on there Chris?” she asked me “I don’t, I saw the picture of Junior and me side by side, I was a little tipsy but my dad just walked over to me, I liked it and moved on, I did not know it said that or any of that was happening” Robyn nodded her head “what is all I really needed to see” she said “I am being dragged because you did that now, I am the bad person but yet you don’t bother with him” Robyn started to cry “I didn’t know, please don’t cry” I said “why shouldn’t I cry? My son is being dragged, I am being dragged and you look like the lucky guy that escaped me, I have your sister fucking talking shit, she is the last person to speak. The narrative that is being spread is making you look the best person” she wiped her tears “I guess it’s what you want right? You want me to look bad anyways so you can have your revenge that I left for Europe, you know it’s fucking whatever Chris, you fucking know why I didn’t show him! You knew, you don’t bother, you do not care, and you know it. You admitted that shit too, but I am the hoe, the bitch. It gained you didn’t it, you piece of shit men are nothing. I really hate you, just deal with it on your side, and I will do my part” she put the phone down crying.
I am so pissed off, so the world thinks my son isn’t my son, is that what it is. Like who the hell thinks that, I am not fucking happy at all. You know what, fuck even writing a post. I will go on live and cuss everyone out, I have my daughter crying and Robyn, and now my son isn’t mine. Like this is crazy, I am still half asleep, I am still hungover, I have all this drama. Tapping on my profile and going on live, I need to just fucking cuss that page out. Cuss every fucking blog too, this is beyond me. Rubbing my chin staring at myself “I look bad” clearing my throat “is that a bruise, that is crazy” I said to the camera, seeing the number of people increase and increase “I know there is some nosey ass people on here” I just know it “can I come in” looking at the door “yeah, come in” it’s just Herb “you on live? Jay is just getting cussed out by Rih people” I shushed him “close the door too” clearing my throat “you know what, fuck it. It’s enough for me, because I know it’s going to be my fans that have jumped on this. Yes thank you I had a good birthday, but I am hungover, I woke up on this sunny day in Vegas hungover. Then I find out that apparently Junior isn’t my son? Like some stupid ass fanpage raised hell for nothing? I don’t fuck with that, not when it comes to my family, I don’t even remember shit. I liked that post without reading, that is my bad. I take that but I am telling you now, Robyn Rihanna Fenty is not what y’all are saying, she isn’t a cheat. She didn’t cheat on me, Loyal isn’t about her. That is my wife, the mother of my kids and I wouldn’t disrespect her by ever saying that about her, I am really shocked. Like you supposed to be my fan, I ain’t depressed, we good. And Junior, is my son. A lot of you brain dead niggas need to go back to school too because it’s called genetics, fuck outta my face with that” I am pissed off, reading the comments “and y’all talking shit can fuck off, I don’t fuck with anyone talking about mines. Yeah you right, the reason why we aren’t together in the same home is because I fucked up, that is it. But that is my wife, it ain’t nothing to do with her, it’s me. And that fanpage need to delete their page, I ain’t fucking playing” looking at Herb and then back at my phone “I was having a good day, I am tired as hell. Am I naked, no. I just got my top off, I ain’t even fucking playing. Don’t be talking on my kids. I know there is a lot of blogs on this shit, I am speaking to y’all too” I disconnected the live, I am done.
Rubbing my face “I am so fucking tired, I don’t even know where my head is at” I said, this is a mess “we know, we will see what this live does for you” shaking my head “nobody told Robyn to post shit like that and leave him out, she is dumb too, but I can’t say that. I do not like how her team is coming at me either, fucking dickheads” my eyes are fucked up “it happened now, just deal with it” Herb said “I am” rubbing my forehead “you told Tina last night that the girls are yours and tell Rih you will get them” I laughed at myself, I am funny “not a lie was told, I believe my daughters would be with me” Herb laughed, it was more of a nervous laugh “tell me this right, she has kept my kids in Barbados for months. She hasn’t really bought them back, even now she doesn’t. She knows once they are here I am at that house. I am taking them girls, like they love me. She has kept them in Barbados for so long for what?” I laughed “why are you saying that?” he asked “I am jumping before she does, she said she won’t divorce me but I fear she might. All this shit, and then what she made this shit, I had to get involved, could let the media eat her up. Added the fact she ditched her kids for work but whatever” Herb cringed “bro, relax with all that. Why you preparing for war, you want to be getting her back” nodding my head “but she angers me, like everything could be avoided, she was being spiteful, but it turned on her, got me streams for my song and made me look the good person” I shrugged “I love Robyn but she is calculated too, I need to be a step ahead of her. This is messing with her public image now; she is going to get panicky. She may come at me for it now. She doesn’t play when it comes to her image, just watch” Herb rolled his eyes “you need to get this hangover cured, you still talking” he pointed at me laughing.
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I'm a main character. It is not by choice. The list of weird and unique and sensational is overwhelming and exhausting. I went to meet some new people and I forgot how people look the first time they hear my day-to-day. But today's pain in my ass is not present. It is past but I've been doing this long enough that I see where I'm going and I'm screaming NO! GOD! PLEASE NO! like Michael Scott.
I did 23andMe before I conceived a child because I wanted to check me and my wife for any DNA hints. It was a good idea. We both carry markers for increased IQs if breastfed, for instance, so the formula debate was a non starter.
And that's how these stories start. Something totally logical but not common because I see the world just 15 degrees off normal which starts me down all these paths.
My DNA is super cool and I start checking out my ancestry. My largest concentration is not on Cuba as I thought, but some islands off NW Africa with a few port cities around Africa, Spain, and New Foundland. At this point, I try to leave it alone. I don't want an adventure. Ten years go by, my son is 10, he's making his own life, and doesn't need me as much. I return to the DNA mystery.
I have a huge DNA spike on something called the Savage Islands. Never heard of it and I'm a geography buff. There's like no information. The only book on it is a self-published book but it's been verified by others and it's the main source of information for the Wikipedia page. And I'm just... No. Please no. It was only used for pirates and it is now a heavily guarded wildlife sanctuary that Spain and Portugal fight over depsite not one penny of profit in any but there have been several unsuccessful expeditions to find the buried treasure that is confirmed by primary sources. No. No.
I put the book away and swear it off.
My dad is wasting away and he separated from us so I looked up where my grandparents' graves are to let them know they should contact me and I look at their names for the first time in decades and I realize my grandmother's first name is not Cuban. And their last name isn't even Spanish. I get curious about their names so I do a little research because I can't hear a plot train until it is an inch from my face apparently.
My grandfather had a Spanish last name as his middle name. I remember that having two last names is a thing in Latin. Eventually I find out that he made his last name his middle when he defected to America in 1969 at the height of the Cold War (he was Fidel Castro's cardiologist so the US swiped him, his wife, and their son). Like I said, it's just main character stuff all the way down. He took his wife's last name as his last name when he came to America.
So he had a Cuban name and she didn't. So I go looking for her history. Now when I knew her she had severe dementia, white hair, age spots, light papery skin, and spoke zero English. And it was an accepted fact that she was Cuban.
She was born in Galway, Ireland. Her family is 100% Irish going back as far as recorded history. Weird.
She was born in 1914. Know what was happening to babies in Ireland in 1914? They were being sold. So that's how she got to Cuba. My grandfather was a wealthy socialite. So his or another family bought her probably. My grandfather married a white woman and took her white name before defecting to America with money and social status.
So set that aside because that's what we call a subplot.
So my DNA is on a pirate island without explanation. I start looking up pirates. I'm looking for other explanations. I'm telling people my ancestors were sailors at this point because it's so fucking goofy to be a descendant of pirate-pirates but it gets so much worse.
Using the DNA in parts of the world and the time since I last had a native of that place in my DNA I'm able to construct a timeline of my different ancestors. My relatives get on 23 and me and I'm able to account for the non-pirates from their DNA.
The pirates are definitely ancestors of my father, himself a career criminal. (And that is a story that would go on forever but if you hated the Satanic Panic in the 80s you can blame him)
Now I've got Irish DNA and I've got an Irish grandma so I'm just chugging along with genealogy and it suddenly dawns on me that my Irish DNA is from my mother's mother only. My grandma is not my grandma. My dad's mom wasn't his mom and I don't think he knew. And my mom would tell me my dad was so spoiled because he had a 24/7 nanny that treated him like a son. And I want to stop. I don't need more backstory. But I have everything laid out in front of me and I'm able to figure out some of the ships my pirate ancestors were on.
And I feel I have to say pirate ancestors because my last native Inuit DNA was all alone in New Foundland with nothing around it at all. My only DNA on the Western hemisphere is recent Cubans and one Inuit born around 1710 in New Foundland. I was really excited that maybe I was related to an explorer but the years don't match perfectly. You know what does match perfectly? A pirate taking over that town 1720-1721. The only ship was the Fortune. The only captain was Bartholomew Roberts.
As in Black Bart. As in the Dread Pirate Roberts.
You know where he went after there? To fucking Cape Verde which confirms with DNA. Then to Madagascar and Mozambique which... confirms with DNA.
So I have a list of pirates that worked with Roberts and I see the plot forming. I see the damned adventure coming at me but it's too late. I will absolutely persue this one day. Not today or tomorrow but someday.
Because the pirates my ancestor worked with are the same pirates who died with unfound buried treasure and my DNA is on a very weird island that the ancient Greeks believed were home of Gorgons and that Portugal and Spain are super possessive of despite no income from it and it is patrolled by armed guards 24/7 and that island was only used for burying treasure.
So let me tell you what is going to happen because I've been down these railroad tracks before. I'm going to vacation in Cape Verde or the Canary Islands to see where my ancestors lived and because they are popular vacation spots and my family loves to travel internationally and we're low on remaining destinations. That is where the normal will stop.
What comes after, I don't know. I can guess. A shady tour guide offering to take me by the islands to see the endangered wildlife, we run around, a literal treasure map, a realistic non-mythical explanation for Gorgons, buried treasure, dodging mercenary guards with no oversight, finding something amazing, but only managing to come back with a pocket's worth.
And a story that no one will believe. This is not what I'm choosing to happen. This is what I am compelled to do and what the unlikeliest of probabilities will conspire to make happen.
I don't even like the movie Goonies.
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Welcome to act 2
wanheda commander of death ch2
"Oh god fucking dammit." Cordelia said staring at the walk ahead.
"Calm down-" Carver said , big mistake.
"C-calm down! your damn leg is bleeding out,dont tell me to calm down , we might not make it all the way-never tell a woman to calm down!!" Cordelia rambled letting out a sarcastic laugh.
Leah watched the couple with an amused look.
"Hurry up , if we have to drag him we will."
Leah said to the two.
"Fine , I swear to god Brandon if you feel dizzy or anything you better tell me or I'll drag you to fucking hell with me." Cordelia said.
"I-that doesn't even make sense , how are you gonna drag me to hell if- Hypothetically speaking, because nothing is gonna happen to any of us , your still Alive?" Carver rambled to his wife as the trio walked,or limped to the hospital.
"One, it makes sense to me, two, never question the ways of a woman." Cordelia said blinking her eyes.
"Okay almost there!" Leah exclaimed,she loves those two but she despises the headaches she gets because of them,third wheeling is so not fun.
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"Oh fuck finally." Carver said as they entered the hospital,it was dark and in horrible condition.
luckily Cordelia was able to find supplies for Carver's leg and to take back to base.
"Ow! Fuck,geez babe you can't be more gentle." Carver said wincing as the girl stitched and bandaged his leg.
"Nope!" Cordelia said popping the p.
"You two,a horde is coming get ready!" Leah exclaimed as a rotter came towards them.
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A few hours later.
"Okay we cleared about half the hospital,we found some stuff too,all we need to do is clear this area." Leah stated into her walkie.
All that could be heard was static,guess the walkies needed new batteries or some shit.
"Raaghh!" The rotters exclaimed launching themselves at them.
"Fuck." Carver said wincing,he stabbed the damn thing in the head watching as it plopped to the ground.
"Your fight is over." Cordelia, who was a bit farther away said to a female walker,who couldn't be any older her,a hospital gown is all she wore.
"Oh god..." Cordelia said , feeling like she would puke.
A rotter growled,at her,face slowly rotting off,but thats not what hurt.
What hurt was that the rotter was no older than six,a child taken to soon out of this dark and crumbling world.
"Im so sorry..." Cordelia choked out stabbing the small rotter child in the head.
"Be strong,be brave,survive somehow." She mumbled to herself.
She then ran off to find her Sister and husband.
DEAD INSIDE DONT ENTER WITHOU... was drawn on a door although a bloody hand print dragged down before the sentence could be finished.
What a way to go out,writing a warning and being dragged off and eaten or turned.
There was no body to be seen,then again it has been about a year.
"Fuck it." She said in a whisper,taking the chains off the door.
"This is how the stupid blonde girl dies in horror movies,yeah imma die,damn,no turning back now you fucking idjit." Cordelia rambled to herself.
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After searching the area she got her ass the fuck out of there,nothing worth saving was there,deader than dead rotters were well... dead on the floor.
"Aww shit,were the fuck are those two numbnuts." She said going back to the last spot she saw them.
It wasn't untill she walked a step backwards she hit a hard wall.
Turning around she screamed,and so did the wall?
"Carver what the fuck!" She exclaimed wacking her husbands shoulder.
"What the f-were the fuck were you,thats it your never leaving my sight again!" He exclaimed quietly.
The two locked lips and were than interupted by a cough.
"You two can never wait can you , I swear we could be in the center of a horde and you two would be locking lips." Leah said with a raised brow her tone had a bit of amusement.
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Sebastian convincing you to have another baby...
Pairing | Sebastian Stan x reader
Summary | Seb wants another baby, but he still has to convince you into wanting the same thing.
Warnings | smut, breeding kink, fluff, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, mentions of birth control, creampie, swearing, cockwarming
Requested ✖️
Y/e/d/n = Your eldest daughter’s name
Y/d/n = your daughters name
Y/s/n = your son’s name
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The idea of pregnancy gave you many things to think about, the gruelling and simultaneously tiresome journey had been one hell of a rollercoaster. The countless times (approximately two) that you had endured the swelling of your feet, and the divine hunger for the strangest combinations of food, had left you with three beautiful children.
First you had birthed a little girl, that sparked a new light behind your husband’s eyes, and reinvented his world. She was the princess he adored, and the one that you loved to watch Disney movies with, even if she insisted on Frozen every singular time.
And then, after her, you had a pair of perfect twins. They brought sound and restlessness to the household, after your daughter demanding that she wanted a sibling. Deep down, you had wanted more at the time too, but now, you felt as though your life goal was fulfilled.
Your family was everything that you had ever wanted, it felt as though you had been taken off an idealistic screen and transferred into reality. And if that had happened, you wouldn’t be one to complain, for all your greatest wishes had come true.
But if you were to ask your husband, he would make it very clear that he wanted more little devils running around the house. There was a joke that Evans and Mackie had with you every time that they saw you on set, clothed in a tight catsuit to fit your role. They would act amazed at the appearance of you not bearing one of Sebastian’s gorgeous children, their false shock earning laughs from your various co stars.
It wasn’t the fact that you weren’t open to the idea of another child to grow within your womb, however, it was more out of fear. You were well aware that you had been blessed with the birth of your lovely twins, though you were scared that you would endure the premise of double labour again, and it wasn’t exactly the kind of pain that you were willing to experience for a second time.
Being practically split in half once was bad enough, but twice, one instance straight after the other was bound to be the worst torture that a mother could be provided with. As you stirred your evening cuppa, watching as your kids were all huddled playing a board game after their dinner, two arms found placement around your waist, lightly tugging you back into a strong chest.
“Look at our babies.” Your husband mumbled into the crown at the back of your head, his fingertips rolling circles beneath your shirt. “Aren’t they the sweetest?” He asked, pressing a delicate kiss upon the back of your neck. The feeling of his stubble making your body shake wantonly, but you withheld from making sounds, not wanting to draw the attention of your children.
“When they’re quiet.” You agreed, watching as your eldest helped the twins with beating her. “They’re the most important people in my life, and then, it’s my annoying husband, who cannot stop trying to get in my pants for five minutes.”
“That’s called love; your husband loves you.” Sebastian stated, nibbling on your ear lobe as you ushered a sound of approval, clutching onto his hand that was firmly planted on your side, as his tongue traced the shell of your ear. “And I’m sure he’d love to show you how much, if you stop being mean to him.”
“Mean?” You laughed, taking a sip of your drink before spinning in his arms, allowing him to push you flush against the counter. “I can show him mean.” Biting your lip, you traced the seam of his sweats, that appeared to be all that he was currently wearing, brushing your hands up and against his well attended to torso. “But later.”
Seb groaned, leaning his head back, as he moved closer to you, pushing his thigh between your legs, glancing over your shoulder at the kids. “We could put them to bed right now, and then go to our room, then, you can show me how much of a horrible wife you are.”
“As much as I love that idea bubs, the twins need to be bathed, and you have to help your daughter with her math homework.” Leaning forwards, you pressed a kiss on his bicep, moving out from the entrapment of his arms, and lightly patting his ass.
“You know I was joking about you being mean, but now I’m seeing some truth behind my earlier words.” Sebastian plodded away, and towards the open living space, plopping down on the sofa, as he watched his offspring on the floor, smiling at their kindness to one another, though he was sure that tomorrow would be another story.
With one last look, you headed upstairs, going to the main bathroom, and began to slowly the run the tap. During the time you allowed it to run, you grabbed some pyjamas for your babies, as well as a couple of towels and flannels. By the time you had returned to the bathroom, and put everything down ready, the tub was half filled. And so you stopped the stream, putting in a tad of cold water before descending down the stairs.
“Honey, help y/e/d/n with her school work, I’m gonna get these two trouble makers ready for bed.” Your husband nodded as he pursed his lips, trying to ignore how you leant down to pick the twins up, pretending as through the top of your breast had not been caught by his eyes.
And with that, you got the kids cleaned and ready for the following day, meeting Seb at the doorway of y/d/n’s and y/s/n’s room, giving them each a kiss on the forehead before tucking them in for bed.
As you were walking towards your own room, Sebastian lifted you from behind, carrying you the rest of the way. “You can’t keep it in your pants, can you Mr Stan?” You laughed as he dropped you upon your double bed, him instantly kneeling at the end of it to peel your shirt off.
He trailed kisses along your legs, humming from the much desired contact, as his blue eyes flickered up at you. “That’s your fault, you deprive me.” He muttered against your skin, reaching his fingertips up higher to grasp at the sides of your underwear, pulling the material down.
Your husband blew hot air upon your pussy, grinning to himself as it instinctively clenched around nothing. As he moved closer, he breathed in your scent, rubbing the tip of his nose along your clit, before diving in to feast, sneaking his tongue through your slit, instantly prodding at your entrance, causing your head to wind back, and your hand grasp his hair.
“We should have another.” He mumbled against you, and you were almost too delirious to complain, although a light groan emitted from you, as you fought with yourself whether to let him continue eating you out and not respond, or do the responsible, adult thing, and speak about it.
With much resilience, you pulled his head away, licking your lips at his slick stained chin away, tugging him to be laid beside you. “Is that really want you want Seb?” You asked, biting your lip, wanting to hear his thoughts in hopes that it would relax you for the possibility of you bearing more of his children.
“Of course it is draga.” He answered, his icy pools making your own freeze, he cupped your chin, bringing your lips to his own, placing a few pecks upon your lips, before continuing. “I know that you’re nervous, but I will look after you every step of the way, like I have done both times before. Anyways, I feel like directors take a kick out of challenging themselves with making their actresses appear not pregnant, look at both you and Scar through the years.”
You nodded, understanding that your career wouldn’t take the brunt of things. “I want another but... I’m scared. Just, what if I have two again?” You rambled with your hands, and he clasped them between his own, pausing your panicked hand signals, and rubbing his nose against each set of your knuckles.
“The chances of that aren’t very high my love. But if it happens, then maybe this time you’ll let us call them Wanda and Pietro...” his words earned him a light eye roll and a tender hit on his shoulder, as he rolled on top of you, causing you to squeal. “Remember, don’t wake the kids.”
“Kinda hard when I can feel how hard you are.” You retorted, moaning as he began to suck at the spot on your neck that made your knees shake, his hands drifting beneath your shirt, as he began to raise the material up your torso, and over your breasts. You whipped the material over your head, discarding it as his attention turned to your boobs. “I’ll never get tired of these.”
He hummed, before leaning down, taking a rosey pebble to be captured within his mouth, sucking on it as his fingers fiddled with the other. “Seb, I just need you in me.” You prodded his hips with the heels of your feet, pleased when he leaned back, pulling down his sweats, so that his erection bobbed upwards, the head already leaking precum.
“You want a baby that bad?” He asked in a brisk voice, clambering back onto your awaiting body once again, grasping his base with his heavy hand, dragging his tip to circle around your clit. “Want me to fill you up, so that you grow nice and full with my baby.”
A furrow made its way onto your brow, as you held onto his biceps, lightly rolling your hips up against his leaking head. “Honey.” He paused his movements, staring carefully down at you, reading your expression. “I’m still on birth control.” You informed him, watching as his eyelashes fluttered, and he pressed down unto you again.
“A little practise never hurt gorgeous.” Sebastian spoke, slipping his cock into your entrance, sinking into you as you moaned out his name. “Fuck, so tight, even after three kids.” He groaned, putting his hands either side of your head, as he began to thrust in and out of your pussy, breathing heavily through his nose.
“So big.” Your hands grasped at his naked back, casting down to grasp his ass, causing him to suddenly buck deeper into you, emitting another series of moans out of you. “Love your cock.”
“Yeah?” The romanian smugly asked, his lips drifting up the tip of your nose, before running them back down to your own, biting onto your upper lip, as one hand continued to brace his weight above, and the other moved down to fondle with your clit, causing you to tighten around him, your eyelids blinking repeatedly. “You love my fat cock inside of you, about to pump you full of my cum?”
“Yes Seb, love it.” Your eyes screwed shut, tears slipping out the corner of your eyes, as he made his administrations harder, hitting his hips languidly against your own. “Love it so so so mu- ah - ch.”
“Cum angel. Coat my cock, pretty girl.” You complied, reaching your high, as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as your essence pooled around him. “Want me to make you round with my babe, want me to make you full of my cum?”
“I do, I do, I do.” You squealed, your breath hitching as he stilled for a minute, filling you with seed. “Fuck.” You breathed, your chest rising and falling, as he remained in your for a moment, before pulling out, but you stopped him, clasping his back with your sweaty hands. “Stay.”
“Okay.” Seb said tiredly, his skin flushed as he rolled over, so that you were laid on his chest, your head falling to below his chin. “So beautiful, you know that?”
“Mmh.” You hummed, drawing circles upon his skin. “I’ll come off my birth control tomorrow, then, we don’t have to just practice.” He leant down to press a long kiss upon your lips, sneaking his tongue through their natural seam, gently sucking on your own.
“That sounds more than good to me darling.” He stroked down your back with his talented fingers, pulling you closer again. You felt his dick twitch within you as he felt both of your mixed juices trailed down his balls, that huffed from the sensation.
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what a man gotta do? | kth
genre; established relationship au, fluff
pairing; kim taehyung x female reader
summary; what a man gotta do when his girlfriend is insanely adorable when she’s drunk and doesn’t take no for an answer?
word count; 2,488
warnings; mentions of alcohol, a tiny bit of swearing, just soft tae and oc being a cute ass couple that i really adore
a/n; saw a text quote on tumblr, my brain popped an idea. this is it. also, i know nothing about gaming, so if anything i’ve written doesn’t make sense, just ignore it lol. please love it a lot and enjoy!! ps. please tell me what you think, thanks x
There is something so oddly pleasing about having the entire apartment to oneself on a Friday evening. Taehyung has been looking forward to this evening for a week and it is finally here. An entire evening for himself with his gaming console, his friends in his headphones and a big bowl of popcorn beside him. It’s quiet in the apartment as he sets up his gaming spot, fluffing the pillows and setting them up nicely on the couch so he can sit comfortably for the next many hours of nonstop gaming with his bestest friends.
The reason for his night alone is because his girlfriend’s (you) best friend just got promoted to a higher rank in the law firm she works at. She then went on to invite all her friends out for drinks which, of course, included you. Taehyung had fought to keep in his excitement when you had told him of your plans a week ago. You had eyed him down then, noticing the small exciting smile forming on his lips as he listened to your words carefully as if he actually cared. He was just overly excited to finally be able to have a gaming night without interruptions. And it’s not that he wants to sound ungrateful or like he enjoyed that you weren’t at home. He loved spending his Friday nights cuddled up with you, hell, that was his favorite Friday nights. But he’s only a boy, really. And a boy has needs. Gaming needs.
So he walks to the kitchen with a pep in his step as the microwave finishes with a loud ping! He pours the popcorn into a bowl and heads back to the couch where his gaming spot has been set up to perfection, everything in place and ready for him to have a relaxing night of games. He sits back in the mountain of pillows, sighing in content as he places the popcorn beside him before grabbing his headset. He sets it atop of his head, checking the sound and mic. Seconds later there’s an incoming call from his group of friends.
He picks up with a grin on his face. “Hey guys!”
Seokjin gasps from the other end. “What the hell? Got a night off from the wife?”
Taehyung scoffs and rolls his eyes playfully, a small smile on his lips. “She’s out for drinks,” he explains, “best friend got promoted.”
“Em got promoted?” Jimin then asks, just now hearing about the news of his long-time crush.
A smirk appears on Taehyung’s face. “Yeah, like a week ago. She didn’t tell you?”
Jimin falls silent at his question. Taehyung wants to tell his best friend to get out of his misery and just ask the girl out. He’s a hundred percent sure she’d say yes within a heartbeat. In fact, when Em is here visiting you and Taehyung, she talks about Jimin more often than she’d ever admit.
“Just ask her out already!” Seokjin groans annoyed, causing Jimin to tell him to ‘fuck off’. Taehyung grins, having missed gaming and talking with his friends like this. He saw them a few days ago in person which was nice too, but gaming with them is just so different and fun. It’s been a long time since he has had the opportunity to game for an entire night with Seokjin and Jimin.
“Well,” Taehyung captures the attention of his two best friends, “shall we get started?”
And that’s how the next three hours pass. There’s bickering, arguing because Seokjin didn’t manage to cover for Taehyung which caused Taehyung to get killed. “Come on, hyung! You were supposed to cover for me!”
Seokjin sighs deeply on the other end, calming his temper. “You think I’m a mind reader? How was I supposed to know you’d-”
Taehyung’s phone starts vibrating in his pocket. He pulls the phone from his pocket to look at the caller-id. Your photo flashes across his screen, the wide smile on your face on a snowy day in December. A photo Taehyung snapped one day before Christmas, a day you had dragged him outside and into the snow. The first snow in Seoul in years and you had been so happy that you couldn’t stop smiling, so Taehyung saw it fit to snap a photo of you with his vintage camera which he had brought along.
“Hyung, one second,” he cuts off Seokjin’s rambling, removing his headset to answer your call.
“Hey babe,” Taehyung greets who he thinks is you. He stills, confused as Em greets him back in a rather serious, tired-sounding tone. “Oh, hey Em, did something happen?”
Em sighs deeply. “____ is drunk off her ass. Can you come get her?”
Drunk of her ass? You haven’t been drunk off your ass in months, which is why you being drunk so drunk right now doesn’t come as a shock to him. It’s been a while since you went out drinking like you’ve done tonight, so your body has gotten used to not fighting alcohol. Taehyung runs a hand through his dark black hair, removing it from his eyes.
“Yeah, sure, I’ll come by. Where you at?”
With the information from Em, he hangs up and grabs his headset to put it back on. “Hey, guys, I gotta go.”
Jimin sounds like an unsatisfied child as he whines. Taehyung can imagine the pout. “What? Why?”
“Em just called,” he tells his best friend, “____ is drunk as hell. I have to go get her.”
Jimin mutters an ‘oh’ and so does Seokjin. They tell each other goodbye before Taehyung is shutting off his gaming console and heading for the front door. He grabs a coat from the closet in the hallway, throwing it over the white t-shirt and the green unbuttoned flannel he’s wearing. He jumps into a pair of boots and grabs his keys before heading out of the apartment.
“Shit,” he swears under his breath as he steps outside, into the cold air of January. He takes long strides towards his car, getting in and turning the key in the ignition. The heat is immediately turned on before he pulls out of the parking lot, heading in the direction of the bar Em told him you’re at. “One night,” he mumbles lowly to himself as he slowly drives around the parking lot behind the bar to find an empty spot, “one freaking night.”
The bar is filled with people, some drunk and some just barely tipsy. The aura in there is happy, void of any worries these people might have on regular days. Taehyung skims the darkness of the bar, trying his best to spot you in the crowd. Soon enough his eyes zoom in on Em who’s waving at him. He glances to her right side, spotting you sitting there with your head resting on Em’s shoulder. You look like you’re passed out and Taehyung immediately finds himself worrying a bit more than he originally had. You never pass out, you just always end up being a slur who laughs a bit too much at anything you find funny in the moment.
“Hey,” Em greets Taehyung. He nods at her in a greeting as he stops in front of them, immediately squatting down to be at your level. He reaches out, brushing your hair out of your face. You look at him, eyes blank and unfocused as you take him in. Thank god, you’re not passed out, just closing your eyes for a few seconds for a short nap.
“Hi baby,” Taehyung coos, thumb brushing across your cheek. You smile sheepishly, a very soft and drunken smile. Your boyfriend has to stifle a laugh as you almost fall over as you sit up. He catches your shoulder with his warm palm, steadying you as he tries to catch your eyes with his own. “Wanna go home?”
You nod, not muttering a simple word other than a low hum as he helps you to your feet. You’re leaning against his chest, cuddling into the warmth of him as he talks to Em for a moment.
“Thanks for calling,” he tells her.
Em nods with a grin and pats your shoulder as if to say goodbye. “Get her to bed,” she smirks, “she’ll have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.”
Taehyung chuckles and nods in agreement. He bids Em and your other friends goodbye before leaving the bar with you cuddled up against his chest. You’re stumbling alongside him, finding it rather difficult to stand on your own two feet.
“Baby,” Taehyung softly calls, “could you use your legs for a second? You’re way heavier when you’re not cooperating, you know?”
You mumble in response, nuzzling your body even closer to him. “I wuv y-you,” you hum, smiling with your eyes closed as you hug him tightly. The man holding you up can’t help but laugh at you, his heart swelling twice it’s size as you drunkenly confess how you feel for him. Even though he already knew that. Good thing it’s love confessions and not some other kind of confession that slips from your drunk mind.
Taehyung struggles to get you into the passenger seat but he manages. He helps you take a sip of the water bottle Em had gotten for you at the bar. Your head falls back against the headrest of the seat, eyes still closed and lips moving on in another round of mumbles and humming. Taehyung buckles you up before moving to his own seat behind the wheel. He glances at you as he ignites the car. You’re really a sight to see right now. Completely unfazed as you sit in a weird position in the passenger seat, your head lulling from side to side because you have absolutely no control over it at the moment.
“God, you’re drunk,” Taehyung sighs deeply, “let’s get you home.”
If Taehyung thought getting you in the passenger seat was hard, then he had another thing coming. Getting you out of the passenger, however, is a completely different ordeal and then getting you inside the apartment building and into the elevator was probably more exercise than Taehyung has ever done in one day. Ugh, he really hates going to the gym.
The front door is soon unlocked and you’re back home in the warmth of your shared apartment. After the elevator ride up, it’s almost as if you’ve sobered up again. You’re walking better, still holding onto Taehyung, but walking. You’re blabbering now, talking about how you and Em had tested who could drink the most shots in 30 seconds and who could chug a beer down the fastest. Taehyung listens with a small smile, shaking his head in amusement because this is so very much unlike you. But he’s happy you had fun with your friends.
“Oh, you should’ve seen the way I chugged down those shots,” you laugh, plopping down onto the couch as Taehyung kneels down to take off your shoes. “Em could not catch me at all!”
“I’m sure you were ace, baby,” Taehyung hums, grinning now because you’re way too cute when you’re drunk. He’s not even mad that you spoiled his gaming night because you’re too drunk to get home by yourself. This is a sight he would’ve hated to miss out on.
“My head hurts though,” you mumble, frowning. Taehyung matches your frown as he glances up at you while unclasping your heels from your feet.
Once your shoes are off, he gets back up. He cups your cheek, brushing a stray eyelash off it with the pad of his thumb. “Just gonna get a makeup wipe and some pills for your headache, okay? I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”
You nod, smiling up at him. He pecks your forehead quickly before heading for the bathroom. Taehyung glances back at you to see you sitting there silently, wiggling your bare feet and hugging a pillow to your chest. He chuckles as he enters the bathroom to retrieve painkillers and a makeup wipe to clean your face. A few minutes after rummaging through the cabinets and the drawers, he exits the bathroom and heads back to you. He stops in his tracks when he notices you’re gone from your spot. He skims the living room, not finding you anywhere. What he does find though is something he hasn’t seen since he was like eight years old. Right there by the dining table behind the couch, you’re currently putting up a blanket fort, a wide grin on your face.
“Baby,” Taehyung catches your attention right away, “whatcha’ doing?”
You smile, looking back at the project you’ve started. “What does it look like I’m doing? It’s a blanket fort!”
Taehyung steps closer, nodding. “I can see that.”
It doesn’t take long for you to finish setting it up before you’re grabbing pillows from the couch, throwing them inside the blanket fort. You’re way too good at this. Something tells Taehyung that you’ve made a lot of these as a child. You emerge from the fort to motion at him, beckoning him to join you. “Come on,” you insist.
Your boyfriend looks at you as if you’ve lost your mind, when really, you’re just tipsy as hell. “____, shouldn’t we just go to bed? I mean, this is-”
“Just get in the fucking blanket fort.”
Taehyung’s eyes widen as you stare back at him with hard eyes. “Alright,” he puts his hands up in surrender, painkillers in one and a makeup wipe in the other, “I’m coming, I’m coming.”
The hard stare turns into a wide, content smile and Taehyung seriously thinks he’ll get a whiplash from how fast you can switch between facial expressions. You’re already inside the blanket fort when Taehyung stands in front of the opening to it. He squats down, looking inside. It did look insanely inviting and cozy in there. You pat the spot next to you on the blanket, still smiling. Taehyung sighs as he knows you won’t give up until he’s inside your blanket fort. You really don’t take no for an answer.
“You’re lucky you’re adorable,” Taehyung shakes his head before crawling inside the fort, plopping down beside you. You lay on your side facing him with a grin. “I haven’t been in a blanket fort since I was eight.”
You laugh, reaching for his hand, intertwining your fingers. “Then we must make blanket forts more often.”
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loving can be easy
warnings!! nsfw!! mature content
dad!johnny x wife!reader
the sun shone brightly, casting a warmth that was almost unbearable with its rays. johnny sat at the table that was accompanied with a large umbrella, trying to stay hidden from the blazing sun, much to his dismay, from spending the past week in the sun, a golden glow had accompanied his skin. to compliment his new tan, his wife dressed him up in a white silk button up and black trousers. the sleeves of the shirt were short, just long enough to tease the muscle he was hiding underneath. mentally, johnny thanked jaehyun for forcing him to attend a gym, the time spent there feeling all gross and sweaty paid off when johnny caught his wife ogling him whenever she thought he wasn’t looking. sat by the older man's side, with a book also in his hands, was his son jacob. he had grown tired from playing with his baby sister with the sun blaring down on them and went to seek peace and refuge, in the form of his dad. they had both sat in silence, enjoying the quiet and calm atmosphere.
as the two boys were reading, a little further from them, out of earshot but still in eyesight, was y/n and chunhwa. intentionally, y/n had matched the colour of her dress to her husband's shirt. her soft white dress stopped at her knees and gave a perfect view of her collar bones and slender neck, free of any markings. y/n held her daughter's hand as they both tried to find the prettiest flowers to make a bouquet from. so far they had been successful.
"i'm tired," the four year old groaned as her skin felt sticky with sweat. y/n chuckled before lifting her daughter into her arms.
"let's go back to daddy and jake, hmm?" y/n watched as chunhwa rested her small head against her shoulder. the hot weather had taken a toll on both of the kids. sweetly, y/n caressed her daughter's back.
within a few minutes they had reached the cobblestone path that lead them to the table that johnny and jake were occupying. the sight of her older brother caused chunhwa to stir, wanting to be put down so she could run to him. in her childish eyes, there was no one more perfect than her older brother. chunhwa ran to him as fast as her small little legs could.
"don't run!" jacob said with a scowl, the action didn't go unnoticed by his dad, before scooting in his chair to make room for his sister. jacob began to speak softer at the feeling of johnny’s intense stares, "you could have fell." chunhwa didn't mind getting told off by her brother because it meant he was paying attention to her, just like her dad would pay attention to her mum.
although, there were four chairs spread around the circular table, johnny found himself gesturing for his wife to sit with him. he tucked his chair out slightly, scraping against the gravel on the floor, and held his hands out for her to join him on his lap. johnny always had to have his wife within his arms whenever she was near, she was like an enigma.
"did you find any nice flowers?" johnny asked as he rested his arms around y/n's waist, bringing her close to him as he possibly could. y/n nodded as she chose a single pink flower, from the bunch that were collected, and rested it on johnny’s ear. as sweet as sickeningly possible, johnny smiled at his wife before pressing a chaste kiss to the side of her head.
as soon as the sun began to set, the family of four moved indoors, where the air conditioning was blasting and they were collecting all the items of the second home. johnny had originally planned to buy the cottage they were residing in as a birthday gift for y/n but somehow his father beat him to it and offered it as a wedding gift, claiming that it was all his mother's idea.
despite the heat, the two children were able to fall asleep peacefully in their individual bedrooms, even though it took everything out of y/n to get chunhwa used to sleeping in her own bed. having zero energy left, y/n sighed as she collapsed onto the bed, johnny snorting from beside her. "get your cute ass up, we have bags to pack." he said from his seat on the floor, surrounded by clothes.
"john, i'm so tired," y/n rolled over on the bed to get closer to her husband's side, "can we not just do this tomorrow morning?" with one glance at her exhausted expression, johnny sighed as he left the clothing articles on the floor and joined y/n on the bed. he slipped an arm under her head as the other rested against her waist, rubbing small circles on her hip. y/n let out a content hum as she began to close her eyes.
johnny couldn't suppress the desire to hold her face, his warm hand leaving her hip and caressing her cheeks with his thumb. it had been so long since they had a moment where it was solely just the two of them; no work, no kids, nothing.
“you better not complain in the morning,” johnny began to pepper his wife’s face with kisses, showering her with attention. y/n's eyes fluttered open as she was about to say something to defend herself. however, her husband saw it was an opportunity to kiss her senseless. his hand moved down to cup her jaw as he slowly but deeply kissed her, making her loose all senses. y/n's fingers crushed the silk material of his shirt as she grasped onto his chest.
"the kid's are asleep," she breathed as johnny had pulled back for a moment. only for him to shift their positions, y/n was no longer on her side but lead on her back, staring up at him with full blown eyes. she fought to let out a groan as he unbuttoned his shirt off of him, only to expose his bare torso to her. within the next few seconds, johnny clambered over her again, lips attached with hers, hands trailing down her body leaving a hot burning trail in it's midst. he had nestled himself sweetly between her thighs, a position that they hadn't been in a long time. his lips began to trail down south, teeth grazing against her neck, biting at her skin every so often, before softly kissing her clothed stomach. "how about we make baby number three, hmm?" the idea of her stomach swelling with his child, had increasingly become too much for him to handle. johnny looked up at his wife, the dark look of lust dancing in his eyes. "i'll fuck you on this bed till you become pregnant with my baby," the whispers of his lewd words in y/n's ears left her biting her lip to conceal her moans, it didn't help that johnny’s wandering hands were dipped under her dress, so close to where she needed him most. he could see from her heaving chest and the desire burning in her eyes, that she needed this as badly as he did.
“come on mommy, don’t you want me to fill you up?” johnny’s fingers slipped past her soaked underwear, pressing just the tips of his fingers against her clit. the other hand squeezed the flesh of her soft breast, perfectly accommodating to the size of his palm. y/n whimpered at the sensations, red heat flushing her cheeks. “of course you do,” johnny scoffed at his wife’s face, so desperate for him, “you’re such a slut for me that you already gave me two kids.”
"i swear to god johnny seo, if you don't touch me you won't be having anymore kids," the demanding tone of y/n's voice didn't sit well with johnny’s fat ego and she knew it wouldn't, it would only rile him up. johnny aggressively smashed his lips against hers as a way to shut his wife up. there was no longer any sense of sweetness, just pure desire. he let out a small groan at the feeling of fingers brushing against his bulge, as y/n hurriedly began to unbuckle his designer belt and push his slacks down. a harsh curse was muttered under johnny’s breath as y/n groped his length.
the pair rid themselves of all articles of clothing, leaving them bare in each other’s presence and wandering hands. johnny’s lips found his partner’s once again, kissing with such intensity that he stole all her oxygen. y/n moans were swallowed by johnny as he quickly eased himself into her warm cunt. no matter how often they indulged in each other, the tightness of y/n’s cunt never differed, even after birthing his children.
slowly, johnny began to rock his hips into y/n’s, not being able to stay still in her warmth for long. “you won’t leave this bed till your pregnant, do you understand?” his demand was met with the sound of his wife moaning in agreement under him. johnny smirked, his face full of pride. he had barely touched y/n yet she was already drunk off his ministrations.
johnny knew his wife’s body like the back of his hand. he knew where to tickle to make y/n a giggling mess. he knew where the scar, from when she fell over trying to chase after him, was on her knee. he also knew where to touch to give his wife the most pleasurable orgasm, that would leave her senseless.
one hand fisted into the bedsheets to hold himself whilst johnny’s other hand rubbed small circles against y/n’s sensitive and swollen clit, her walls clenched in response to the overbearing pleasure.
“right there john,” y/n managed to mewl out, she was too afraid that if she said anything more her children might wake up. the last thing either of them wanted was for one of their kids to walk in on them.
johnny lowered himself till he was near y/n’s ear, “ah, did mommy forget what to call me?” despite her disgust at the title, johnny knew that his wife loved it, he could practically feel the effect it had on her and her throbbing walls.
“d-daddy...” y/n threw her head back at the feeling of her husband kissing along her chest, eager to leave marks in the form of multiple blooming bruises. y/n gasped at the feeling of johnny’s lips around her breast, he lightly tugged at her nipple, eliciting a cry from his wife.
the bedroom was quiet, y/n and johnny trying their best to keep their volume at a minimal level. johnny let out a guttural groan when he felt his wife’s cunt spasming around his dick. he was so close. his thrusts became sloppier before completely stilling as his cum filled the walls of flesh. exhaustion slowly began to overcome the man, soft hot breath falling between his wife’s neck.
“i hope we have another boy,” johnny’s voice was low. having no more strength, his body draped over y/n’s, crushing her under him so the poor woman couldn’t leave him, not that she ever would. y/n raked the dark locks of her husband’s soft hair between her fingers. a soft smile falling on her face when she noticed johnny leaning into her touch ever so slightly.
“what do you think about twins?”
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