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She fits right in (Oscar Piastri)

You meet Oscar's family back home

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"How long is the layover?", you asked Oscar as you put your backpack on properly once you took off your cardigan since you felt quite hot, "three hours", he replied, "we can go to the lounge and have some food first, freshen up", he suggested.

"Uuuuhh, freshening up in a public bathroom before I meet your parents in your childhood home, charming - you didn't have to make it so easy for me, Osc", you offered, going up to him so he could lace your hand in his and guide you through the airport.

Even you though you had travelled to see a couple of races from the garage, you had always kept inside Europe so long hail flights like this weren't something you were used to. You felt tired, sweaty, a little bit dirty from touching things everywhere and overall not that great. Still, it was a privilege to feel like this because of the reasons you did.

You found yourselves a table and made your order, Oscar staying there while you freshened up in the bathroom. Baby wipes, deodorant, brushing your teeth and washing your face would have to do for now.

"Do you feel a little more human?", he asked you once you sat back down, kissing his cheek soflty as he forwarded you your iced latte.

"Yes, actually I do", you snickered, taking a sip before speaking again, "are you sure your parents are fine with this whole arrangement?", you wondered.

"They're fine with it, you shouldn't be nervous, they already like you", he reassured. You had met his parents briefly when they travelled to see him race in Silverstone, but with the whole event taking up the schedule, you got to know eachother on a somewhat superficial level. Still, if the first impression was that good, it was a nice start.

"I'm not nervous nervous - at least not in the way I think I'd be, but is probably the jet lag and my body can't afford to have a freak out right now", you joked.

The last flight was spent with you sleeping on Oscar, arm rest up while you were cuddled up to his side, head nuzzled on his neck while he watched something to keep himself entertained and not get lost on his thoughts.

His family's opinion mattered to him and he was nervous to truly hear it. Not because of you - he was sure you were going to do brilliantly, but it wouldn't be the first time in history where seeing things up close, whether it was the lifestyle associated or being faced with what staying in a relationship looked like in the long run, made people leave. His parents had met your briefly before and now you were being introduced to everyone else. Grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, the neighbour he knew growing up. Everyone's eyes would be on you, and so would their opinions.

Rubbing your cheek softly, Oscar coaxed you out of sleep, "we're about to land, gorgeous, you might want to pop your ears", he muttered as you blinked your eyes open, kissing his palm before sitting up straight, doing as he told you before you fixed your hair, "do I look nice enough?", you wondered.

"You always look gorgeous", he assured, kissing your cheek softly.

You boarded off the plane and walked to the customs service, "they're quite quick at this time of year since a lot of people travel foe the race", Oscar explained as you were quickly checked before you walked to baggage claim, getting your suitcases and stopping twice to take photos Oscar's fans asked once they noticed it was him, "we're counting on a good race for you!", they wished as you smiled, handing them the phone back and waving once you walked to the spot Chris said him and Nicole would be waiting for you in the parking lot.

"How was your flight, dears?", Nicole was the first to speak as she embraced her son, followed by Chris.

"It was good, didn't have much turbulence", Oscar said as he saw your mother engulf you in a hug.

"It was nice, yes", you smiled, "very tiring getting to the land down under, I have to admit", you chuckled.

"Oh, that it is! Last time we did it, I felt so dirty I immediately went to the bathroom to shower once we got home", she giggled.

"I might actually do that, if you don't mind - my whole body just feels icky", you admitted, knowing you had arrived at early hours in the morning already and you shouldn't make much noise to the people who wanted to sleep.

"Of course it's fine! C'mon, let's pack the car and head home!", Chris encouraged you as he put the luggage on the car trunk while you got inside the car.

By the time you got home, Nicole encouraged you to head straight for the shower you so much needed while Oscar got something to eat. When you exited the ensuite bathroom, your boyfriend was unpacking his own suitcase.

"If you don't mind, I'll unpack those tomorrow? Or in the morning? What time is it already?", you muttered as he had closed the blinds, leaving the room completely dark with only the bedside lamp on.

"It's fine, love", he smiled, kissing the top of your head, "you smell nice", he chuckled, squeezing your waist softly before he went to have a shower.

Maybe it wasn't the most polite, but this was going to be your room for the next couple of days considering you had flown in early so Oscar could spend as much time as he could with his family, so you undid the bed. The fresh sheets enveloped you as you tied your hair in a messy bun just to get it away from your eyes.

The last thing you remember coherently is Oscar laying next to you, pulling you to cuddle up to him and kissing your forehead sweetly with a "Goodnight, my love".

You woke up a few hours later, looking at your watch and see that it was already past midday and you were in bed, "morning", you heard Oscar's groggy morning voice whisper into your back, littering kisses on your shoulders.

"Hey", you smiled, turning around and seeing his handsome smiley face, "it's the afternoon already", you pointed out.

"It usually is when I wake up after coming back home", he shrugged his shoulders, "my parents are used to it. Also, they said they'd be having lunch at my grandma's, so they're not home - it's probably why it's so quiet".

"Do they want us to meet them there?", you wondered, not wanting to part your boyfriend from his family.

"We can if you don't mind", he added, "you could meet my grandma, too!", he tried to see if you felt comfortable with it.

"Yes! Let me just get ready quickly!", you smiled, pecking his lips and leaving the bed.

"Why so excited?", Oscar asked as you were leaving his parents' house after having something quick to eat and you got your latte.

"You have told me many stories from your grandma and grandma's house is always the best!", you winked at him before you wiggled your brows.

"What do you mean it's always the best?", he quirked a brow.

"Grandma's are the ones who have the best photo collections in the family - C'mon Oscar, it's going to be so fun!", you joined your hands together in a cartoon villain like way, fingertips touching as you made a mischief expression.

"Did Lando set you up for this?", Oscar said as he unlocked the car.

"Yes! The more I get, the more Quadrant hoodies he says he'll get me!", you winked, pulling his arm to the car so he could drive you both to his grandparents' house.

"Can we come in?", Oscar announced as you both walked in through the back door, seeing his parents sat at the table while an older lady was doing something at the kitchen counter.

"Oscar, my love!", she yelled, wiping her hands on the nearest kitchen towell before she threw herself at her grandson, hugging him tightly while you greeted Oscar's parents briefly.

"And this is the young woman who stole Oscar's heart, how are you, sweetheart? You're very welcomed here!", she said, pulling you in for a tight hug immediately.

"I'm Y/N, thank you for welcoming me into your home, it's beautiful", you smiled warmly.

"Have you two had something to eat? I can make you something quickly if you'd like!", she asked and you both shook your head, "I'm good, but thank you".

"I was actually getting ready to make some Lamingtons and some Rum Balls, too. Y/N, has Oscar ever baked them for you?", she mused.

"No, I don't think he has", you looked at him for confirmation as he shook his head, blush erupting on his cheeks, "I would never make them as good as yours!", he defended himself.

"Well, darling, I'm going to make some for you too then!", she smiled.

"I'd love to help if you want a hand, maybe then I'll pester Oscar to make them for me back home", you smiled.

"Oh, good! Let's get started then!", she exclaimed, getting you an apron and guiding you through the recipe.

"You can beat these while I measure the flower", she delegated, "it has to be very fluffy so the sponge is firm enough", she advised as you beat the contents inside the bowl.

"How is that going?", Oscar asked coming up from behind you as you were transferring the batter to the lined tin.

"I need to use the bathroom, dear, but when you finish that, can you put it in the oven and take the other one, please?", she questioned, "this way we'll have a new batch to work with everytime", she smiled before excusing herself.

"How is she really doing with you?", your boyfriend waited for a honest answer.

"It's been really fun, truly! She's been telling me stories about when she was younger and what growing up here was like, she fed me some of those things, those rolled up things", you pointed at the plate on the counter.

"Those are rum balls! Love, you don't even like rum!", he pinched your cheek before you out the tray in the oven.

"I wasn't going to break her heart and tell her no, and they're not that bad! Just not my favourite things ever!", you reasoned with him, wiping your hands on the kitchen towell, "but it's been good, she's very lovely - and I am this close at getting to your baby stories", you pinched your thumb and poster finger together.

"You're impossible", he chuckled, stealing a kiss from your lips before his grandma got back.

"She's a lovely girl, Oscar", his mother said as she sat down next to him on the chair on the decking outside as they saw his father gather the supplies for a barbecue. His grandmother suggested and afternoon barbecue for when you were done with baking.

"I'm very happy I brought her home to meet everyone", Oscar smiled, "she's really one of a kind".

"Is she dealing well with all of this? I'm sure she's not used to it", Nicole wondered, "people taking pictures, interrupting your day to day lives, you're not always there for her", she trailed off.

"Well, neither am I, right?", Oscar chuckled, "I think she's been doing well, we speak about it every now and again to check and make sure we're both well with all of it. We don't post eachother much, that's been helpful, and she has all her social media private".

"It's nice, she's an incredible young woman, and you two are so great together", Nicole complimented.

"I think I was more nervous to come out here than her, to be honest", Oscar said, prompting his mother to raise her eyebrows, "not because of her! I was nervous because she's the first person I've brought home - like, home home - and I didn't know how you would react with her being here and everything. It's not like it's a dinner and she can run away or leave for her own place if she feels uncomfortable or if you guys didn't like her", he trailed off the last part.

His family's opinion mattered to him, and as romantic as it often sounded in movies, he wasn't sure how he would proceed if his family strongly felt against your relationship.

"Well, on our end, we're fine", his mother nudged his shoulder, "she's so lovely, Oscar, you would be a fool if you let her get away from you. She's smart, caring, loving - she fits quite well with grandma", she pointed to you two with her eyes as the older lady taught you how to dip the cake in the chocolate and then the coconut, laughing together as you seemed to get more on your hands than on the actual sweet food, "she loves you dearly, I can tell. Of course we approve. But, if she wants to make a run for it, well - that's going to be a little bit tricky at the very least", she joked as she saw her mother help you with a kitchen towell, "though that doesn't look like it's going to be anytime soon".

You fit right in with his family and he couldn't be happier.

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mrsevans90 · 3 months

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Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 15

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller

Warnings: FLUFF, arm cast injury, Nana sassiness, crude language, innuendos, and Walt!

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

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This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading!

Part 14

I lay in bed holding Emma for as long as she sleeps, refusing to leave her side for more than a quick restroom break. Emma is wrapped around my body as it helps her to relax and I’m more than happy to have her curled against me. Emma begins to rouse around ten am and I know she needed every bit of that additional sleep for both her exhausted body and brain to recuperate.

“Hi.” Emma whispers while sleepily rubbing her eyes with her left hand as she sees me watching her.

“Mornin’ Sugar. You sleep okay?”

She nods but doesn’t say anything.

“How’s the arm?” I ask and she looks down sheepishly.

“Hurts. I need some more Tylenol and maybe ice.” She admits.

“Let’s get some in ya then. After breakfast, I’m taking you to the urgent care and I don’t want to hear a word about it.” I tell her using my “captain voice” that she once told me she thinks is dominant and sexy.

“Okay.” She agrees knowing I’m not going to back down from getting her proper care.

She takes care of her needs in the bathroom before we brush our teeth and she sits on the bed. I walk over and pick her up where I wrap her legs around me before I start heading down the stairs.

“Austin. My legs aren’t hurt. I can walk.”

“I know, but I want to hold you.”

“You’re going to reinjure your leg carrying me around like this.” She says as she buries her head in my neck and goosebumps raise on my arms and neck from her mouth so close to my sweet spot.

“I’m a bit tougher than you think, darlin’.”

“Oh, I think you’re plenty tough.” She whispers against my neck and I feel the blood rushing to my dick. Not now, Syverson.

I set her on the counter next to the coffee maker and start brewing us some coffee that I’ve been thinking about for the past 3 hours. I’m used to waking up much earlier than this and am usually finished with my second cup by this point.

“Biscuits, sausage and eggs sound good?” I ask and she nods. I pull the frozen peas from the freezer and place them across her bandaged arm.

“Not a word about my canned biscuits.” I tease her and she holds up her wrapped arm.

“Not really in a position to tease since my homemade ones would be a lot more difficult to make today.” I was about to apologize again for her getting injured but am surprised when she kicks my rear with her foot from where she’s sitting and winks at me. I love when she’s playful like this, especially after what happened yesterday.

“When are we getting the dogs back home?” Emma asks.

“Whenever you’d like, Sugar. I can call PawPaw and arrange something after we go to the doctor.”

“Okay, I guess I need to call my parents and let them know what happened yesterday.” She says sullenly. “I’m here for you babe. Whatever you need.” I tell her and she goes to get her phone and make the call while I make breakfast. I decide to call my grandparents while cooking and inform them that we obviously won’t be at lunch today. Nana tells me she’s still cooking everything and will package it up for us to take home when we get the dogs. I thank them both for dropping everything to help yesterday and of course they tell us that it was no problem. I ensure Nana that Emma is okay and I’ll keep them updated on what the doctor says about her arm. Nana is going all mother hen and asking to come clean her house or what she can do to help us and as sweet as it is, I just want to give Emma time to process without pressure.

Once breakfast is finished, I set the table and go in search of Emma. I find her on the back porch still on the phone with her parents who were obviously upset.

“May I?” I gesture to the phone after Emma looks mentally exhausted and she nods.

“James? Diana? Hi, it’s Austin. I just wanted to reassure you that I’m taking care of our girl and taking all of the necessary steps to ensure he doesn’t get out of jail. My cousin, Walt, is a detective and has filed several charges against him and feels confident that between witness testimonies as well as parking lot footage from the store, he will receive significant jail time.”

“We are so grateful that you were there, Austin.” Diana says.

“So am I, I’d like to apologize for not getting there sooner. I have replayed the assault in my head time and time again and wish it had gone so differently.”

“Emma says that you almost killed him before taking care of her, so there’s no need to apologize.” James exclaims.

“I’ll be honest, if I had not been told to stop, I probably would have. I was so enraged that he ever laid a hand on her that I just couldn’t think of anything else. We will go to the doctor here in just a bit to check on her arm, and I promise to keep you guys informed.” I assure them.

After the phone call, I help Emma up and inside.

“Thank you.” Emma kisses me on the cheek.

“Not a problem, Darlin’. Eat up.” I gesture toward the food as I refill her coffee mug.

“Thanks for breakfast as well, but I meant talking to my parents. My dad almost lost his mind. I was running out of steam trying to reassure them and stop them from coming here.”

“I can’t say I wouldn’t be the same way if it was our daughter in your position. Heaven forbid.”

Emma smiles sweetly. “Our daughter?”

I smirk at her and nod. “You like the sound of that or somethin’?”

“I do.” Those two words coming out of her mouth make me bite back a smile. God, I hope she’ll be saying them to me sooner rather than later.

“Me too, Sugar. You have no idea how much.” I reply before getting lost in the idea of a beautiful little blue-eyed baby girl that looks like her momma.

We eat our breakfast and get dressed before heading to the local urgent care. I know they have an x-ray machine and after the typical hour wait they take her back and examine her injury. It’s determined that she does have a hairline fracture but it shouldn’t need any additional care outside of a cast. She’s referred to an orthopedist next week for a more permanent cast and Emma is not pleased that she’ll have one for the next few weeks, already thinking of ways to convince the doctor that a temporary cast will be much more realistic considering her job. I call Nana on the way back from the doctor and let her know we’re going to head that way to pick up the dogs. I think some snuggles with Mills and Aika will help lift Emma’s spirits. We make our way to the farm and park and I help Emma out of the truck before the front door comes flying open and Nana comes flurrying out.

“Oh, thank God you’re okay!” Nana scuttles down the stairs and I turn thinking she’s going to give me a hug but she blows right past me and wraps Emma up in a tight hug. I can’t help but chuckle at Emma’s face who was clearly not expecting that either.

“I’m okay, Nana. Thanks to Austin of course.” She says and smirks at me.

“I’ve been so worried but Austin begged me to let you rest otherwise I would have been up at your house cooking and cleaning or whatever you needed.”

“Thank you, Nana. I appreciate it. Austin has been taking great care of me though. He’s been amazing.”

“Good. I should hope so.”

“Hi Nana. Nice to see you too.” I joke as she’s been ignoring my presence.

“Hi son.” She answered. Even though I’m their grandson, PawPaw always called me that when I was growing up and working with him on the farm and it kind of just became their nickname for me. I guess because he only had a daughter and my dad never stuck around, he considered me like a son that he could pass all of his knowledge too. Mark never really cared much for working at the farm and believe me, there were times when I hated it as well, but I found the tranquility in being able to mentally detach and build something or fix something tangible as well as working with the animals. Mark was more of the philosophical type who filled his time with school studies or high school girlfriends. I relished being outside and my PawPaw never missed a single football game growing up. Maybe that’s why I stayed so close with my grandparents even after the military sent me away for so many years.

I’m brought back to reality from my thoughts when the screen porch door creaks open with PawPaw sending the pups out to us. I immediately catch the ball of fluff running straight towards us to keep him from jumping on Emma. Mills’s tail is wagging so hard he almost falls over from his excitement. Aika is a bit slower but still just as happy to see us and receive all of the attention and scratches.

“Hi PawPaw.” I greet him as he makes his way down the stairs.

“Hi son. I held the hounds off as long as I could but they heard you and were just pitiful not being able to get to ya.”

“How much has Nana spoiled them while they were here?” I ask.

“I didn’t!” I hear Nana interrupt her conversation with Emma to defend herself.

“The woman boiled them chicken for supper. Seasoned it and everything. Damn dogs had a feast fit for humans last night. Not to mention she gave them a treat for simply ‘looking cute’ or not barking at the chickens.” PawPaw mutters with a shake of his head and I can’t help but laugh.

“That sounds about right. I’m betting they don’t even want to come back home.” I chuckle as we all head up the stairs into the house.

“Well she’s back on her soapbox about how she needs a dog now so maybe just let them visit overnight and I can keep holding her off. I’ve got too many animals to feed and tend to without adding more.”

“I’ll bring ‘em over for her to spoil rotten sometime in the next week or so.” I tell him and PawPaw just winks at me.

“Now, clue us in on everything that happened please. Your PawPaw never asks questions and I’ve got about a million of ‘em.”

I look at Emma and she nods giving me silent permission to tell them what happened.

“Emma has an ex who treated her badly while she was in Alabama and she got a restraining order against him. After she moved here, he tracked her down somehow and I called Walt who helped us arrest him for breaking the restraining order. We set her up with security cameras and an alarm system at her home which gave us both peace of mind when she wasn’t with me. He apparently has been following her and was able to somehow find that we were at the store where he attempted to kidnap her in the parking lot. I got to him and knocked him unconscious, and Walt was able to file several charges against him. He fractured Emma’s wrist in the scuffle and she’s supposed to go next week for a temporary cast which she’s not too thrilled about. That’s about it.”

“Oh, heavens. I can’t imagine how scared you must have been, sweetheart.” Nana coos at Emma who nods somewhat embarrassed. “I was. I’m so glad Austin was there and he’s been absolutely amazing. I just worry about him getting in trouble over it.”

“I told ya, Sugar, if he presses charges I’ve got witnesses and video footage to prove it was warranted. I wish I had done worse, honestly.”

“Ya should’ve just smashed his head in.” Nana mutters.

“Nana, what would the church think?” I playfully scoff and we all bust out laughing except PawPaw who just cracks a smile.

“I don’t answer to the church, I answer to the good Lord above and I think he might be okay with that since you were protecting your woman.” She says sassily and I can’t help but shake my head at her.

“You’re something else, Nana.”

Before we can take the dogs home, Nana practically forces us to eat cookies that she’s made.

She packages them up along with the food that she made at lunch and sends us home with about eight different containers of food, one of which is labeled for the dogs. I load it all in the truck before putting the dogs in the backseat and going back to say goodbye to my grandparents and help Emma in.

I smile as Emma hugs PawPaw tightly and thanks him for helping us the other day.

“Y’all are family, and we’ll always be there if you need us. That goes for either one of ya.” He says and Emma looks flabbergasted to have PawPaw include her in a statement so loving. Those were rare from PawPaw.

“Thank you. We would do anything for y’all too and I’m so grateful to have y’all in my corner.” She smiles shyly at him before Nana scoops her into another hug with promises about lunch next Sunday.

I hug PawPaw tightly and then Nana telling them both that we love them before helping Emma into the truck and heading out. Emma is silent looking out of the window as we make our way down the long drive and when I finally get her attention I see a tear running down her cheek.

“Sugar, what’s wrong? You hurtin’?” I ask thinking either her period or her arm are bothering her.

“No, I’m just grateful. Your grandparents accepted me without any questions even with the drama that follows me. I’ve never had that with anyone other than my parents. Colin’s family tolerated me at best, but they didn’t like that I wasn’t wealthy like them. I wasn’t raised in prestigious private schools and country clubs. I always felt out of place or looked down upon. Your grandparents have met me a few times and seem to fully accept me as part of your family and it’s just the most loving feeling.”

“Aw, babygirl, they do love you. I have no doubt that both of those two old folks would drop everything they were doing if you needed them. You’re part of this family.” I entangle our fingers together as I hold her hand.

“It’s just overwhelming to be accepted so quickly, just as myself.” She says.

“Well, you are. I haven’t brought a woman home in years, not since I was in my early twenties. My grandparents are a great judge of character. Nana is very outspoken both good and bad and with PawPaw, I can just tell by his demeanor when he’s pleased or disappointed in me. I knew he liked you after that first lunch when he hugged you. He’s never felt necessary to conform to southern social niceties, which means he did that because he genuinely wanted too. I think they are honestly so grateful that you put up with my stubborn ass that they are hoping to convince you to stick around.” I joke and Emma smirks.

“You’re more than a handful. I’d say a mouth and two handfuls to be exact.” She crudely insinuates and I almost choke on my own saliva which causes her to giggle.

“Sugar, you surprise me at every turn. You’re this sweet innocent thing one minute and then your joking about taking my dick in your mouth the next. You’re the whole damn package.”

“I could say the same about you.” She sweetly giggles.

“I love you.”

“I love you more, baby.”

The following week has arrived and Emma has somehow convinced the orthopedist to use the hard cast for the next three weeks before moving to a temporary, removable brace. Her charm apparently knows no bounds. She isn’t thrilled about wearing the cast, claiming she feels like she’s back in high school after she broke her ankle from a cheer accident, but I can’t help but smile when she comes in with a blue cast on her forearm.

“Want me to sign it? I promise I won’t draw pornographic stick figures where anyone can see them.” I joke and she rolls her eyes with a gentle shove against me.

“Not a chance. I’m already mortified that I have to wear it for the next three weeks. I don’t need any additional attention being put on it.”

“I think you look cute.” I kiss her forehead.

“You won’t think that when you’re having to help me put a bag on it just to shower tonight.”

“I promise, I will.”

While Emma is at work, I make an appointment in the next town over. Walt had asked if I wanted to get a beer sometime this week, but instead, I asked him to meet me for lunch. We met up at a fast food restaurant, called Milo’s, where we grabbed some food.

“What are we doing in Bouldin Creek for lunch?” Walt asks as he takes a bite out of his burger.

“There’s a jewelry shop here I need to go to and I figured you wouldn’t mind.”

“Plan on getting yourself some new earrings?” He jokes.

“Plan on picking up an engagement ring I’ve been looking at online.”

“Atta boy.” Walt says as he pops a fry into his mouth.

“Hopefully it’s the right one.” I say as I overthink what’s about to be a very large purchase, and I’ve never talked to Emma about her jewelry preferences.

“I’m sure it will be. When are you planning to pop the question?”

“I haven’t gotten that far. Still stuck on the how to ask the question.” I mumble. I’ve always been a very confident person, but I really don’t want to fuck this up.

“Well, when I asked Angie, I took her out do dinner. I don’t think I’d do that again. If she turned me down that would have sucked in front of everyone. But, we’re divorced so don’t take my advice.”

“Noted.” I smirk and he punches my arm across the table.

“Don’t be a dick. I was young and in love. You’re just old and in love.”

“I’m two years younger than you, asshole.”

“Yeah, and I’m old which makes you old too. Can you even get down on one knee?”

I flip him off and he chuckles.

“Yes, I can. I was thinkin’ about maybe just taking her on a picnic or something. Watching the sunset maybe? I don’t even know what I should say but I want to make it romantic for her.”

“Let’s go get the ring and we can brainstorm.”

“Thanks man. Any new updates with Colin?” I ask as we head towards my truck.

“He’s still sitting in jail waiting on the court date in two weeks to determine if he receives bail. We’re obviously making a case for him being a flight risk and asking for him to remain in jail, but I can’t predict what the judge will do. He’s got some outlandish claims which of course haven’t been backed up with evidence.”

“And what are those claims?”

Walt sighs knowing I’m going to get even more pissed off. “He claimed that Emma called him asking him to meet her there and rescue her from you. It’s obvious bullshit and he has no proof that there was ever a call. He’s just trying to save his ass.”

“Rescue her from me?”

“I told you it was bullshit, man.”

“Jesus. The guy is even more of a pussy than I had imagined. Can’t take accountability for anything it seems. I plan on being there in court, but Emma hasn’t decided what she wants to do yet. I think it’ll be too hard on her to be there but if she wants to go I’m not going to stop her.”

“Well, maybe its best if you both stay away. I’ll be there and can let you know what happens. I think you’ll both just get angry and that’s not what either of you need right now. Why don’t you take her on a trip or something?”

“I’ll think about it. A trip might be a nice distraction from things.”

“Maybe take her somewhere and propose. The mountains, beach, tropical vacation? You’ve traveled more than me so I’m sure you have a better idea.”

“If by traveling, you mean in a damn cargo plane out to the desert, then sure. I have no desire to vacation in Afghanistan.” I joke and Walt rolls his eyes.

We head into the jewelry store and with mine and Walt’s careful opinion, I select the ring that I plan to propose to Emma with. We’ve only been together for a handful of months, but when you know you know, right? I don’t want to waste any more time just on the conventional approach. I have never felt like this with anyone before and I feel like my once in a lifetime, soulmate connection actually came to true. I want her to be mine, officially, if she’ll have me.

That evening, Emma is home when I get back and I quickly and discreetly hide the ring with my ammunition on the top shelf of the closet knowing that she would never look there and she’s not tall enough to reach it without a stool. She hasn’t stayed at her house since the kidnapping attempt, claiming she just wants to be here with me. I decide to broach the subject over dinner.

“You still serious about wanting to move in here with me?” I ask and without hesitation Emma nods.

“Not because you’re scared of being alone, though right?” “No baby, I’ll admit you’ve helped keep the nightmares away but this just feels like home. It has from the moment I first came here and you being here is the main reason. Though if you want me too, I can go back to mine.”

“Not a chance in hell, Sugar. I want you here constantly with me. That’s why I was hoping we could discuss officially moving ya in and how to make that happen?”

She smiles and I grin back at her.

“I’d love too. What about the furniture?”

“Well, the guest rooms upstairs are empty and you have the eye for interior design. You can replace anything I’ve got in here if you’d like, except for a few sentimental things of my mama’s. Just tell me what you want to do and we’ll make it happen.”

“I don’t have a lot of stuff anyway. Should we list my house?”

“Let’s get it empty first so we’re not in a rush and then we can list it if you want too.”

“I can’t believe I’m actually going to live here with you.”

“I can’t believe I talked you into it, roomie. Let’s start this weekend. I don’t want to await any longer.” I smirk at her and she giggles.

“I also wanted to talk to you about maybe taking a vacation?”

“Where’d you have in mind?” She asks as she picks up her wine glass.

“Honestly, anywhere. I haven’t been on a true honest to God vacation in almost a decade and I’d like to take you somewhere and have some time with just us if you’re up for it.”

“I’d love too!”

“Maybe the beach? We could drive down and spend a week out in the sun.”

“That sounds perfect. I haven’t been to the beach in at least two years.” She says.

“Well, buy yourself some cute little bikinis and I’ll plan the whole thing, alright Sugar?”

“Oh, I’ll buy some bikinis, don’t you worry.” She sasses and I’m already itching to book this vacation and get us away from all obligations and responsibilities. If I plan it right, maybe I can use this as my opportunity to make a romantic proposal.

Emma, the beach, and a bed is all I need. I’m about to be one happy man.

Part 16

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heavyhitterheaux · 1 year

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Favorite Son-in-Law

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

Gif by @jackharlowgifs 💕

AN: First Lady's family absolutely adores her husband

Synopsis: First Lady's parents explain why Jack is their favorite son-in-law 🤭

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a beautiful anon 💕

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“Baby! You almost ready?” You heard Jack ask you from the bedroom as you were in the bathroom trying to finish curling your hair.

“Give me five more minutes!”

Just then Jack came into the bathroom behind you and wrapped his arms around you and then leaned down to kiss you cheek which you gladly accepted.

“I’m not rushing you mamas, but you told me to give you five minutes twenty minutes ago. I could have been eating you out for all that.”

“Jackman! Behave!”

“I am behaving! We were supposed to meet up with everyone at 2 and it is now 3:15.”

“Pookie.” You said as you turned around to look at him since you had finally finished putting the last curl in your hair.

“Yes, princess?”

“How long have we been together?” You asked while placing your arms around his neck.

“Umm ten years.”

“And you know your wife is black, correct?”

“What? Where are you going with this?”

“Since when has my family EVER started anything on time? Trust and believe that my parents will be pulling up at the same time we do.”

“I-.....”

All you did was look at him and smirk as he was trying to come up with an answer for when your family had been on time for a function.

“Exactly. Now give me kisses so we can go.”

“Now, don’t start anything you can’t finish.”

“We’ll finish when we come back! Kisses please!”

Jack leaned down to place several kisses all over your face and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Now it’s time to go see my favorite in-laws.”

“Jack, baby, they’re your only in-laws.”

“They’re still my favorite.” Jack answered you while shrugging before leading you both out of the bathroom.

The two of you were now walking hand-in-hand in Cherokee Park to the spot where your parents told you everyone would be. You quickly spotted them along with your grandparents, Dani, Drama, all of Private Garden since your parents considered them their sons, and a lot of your aunts, uncles, and cousins.

“It’s about time you two got here!” 2fo said while walking up to the two of you while eating with his plate in his hand.

“You know what they were probably doing! We actually started at 2:45 this time!”

“Shut up Urban! Or should I say Big Whore!” You exclaimed and he made a face at you.

“Hey! Don’t act up in front of company!” He responded and all you and Jack did was shake your heads.

“The princess took an hour curling her hair.” Jack muttered and you pinched his side.

“Jackman, don’t start.”

“It looks pretty on you though.”

“Aww, why thank you, baby.” You said while reaching up to kiss him.

“See? That’s the type of shit that made yall late in the first place.”

“AHHH! Is that my baby and my favorite son-in-law?” Your dad exclaimed while making his way over to the both of you. He quickly embraced you and then hugged Jack.

“HE’S YOUR ONLY SON-IN-LAW DAVID!” Your mother Ivy said and you couldn’t help but to laugh.

“Is that? Is that what I think it is?” He asked and motioned to the bottle of Hennessey in Jack’s hand.

“Of course, I know it’s your favorite.” He said while handing it over to him.

“Baby girl, keep him around FOREVER. Now I have to make sure your Aunt Cassie don’t see this. I know you two remember what happened last time.” He responded while eyeing the two of you.

“Daddy, I am so done with you.” You said as you simply shook your head and all Jack was doing was laughing next to you.

“Y/N! Why you always keeping Jack from us?!” Your Aunt Keisha asked as she quickly walked up to hug you both.

“Because yall are embarrassing and I can only take yall in doses. 2FO! THAT BETTER NOT BE THE CHEESECAKE MY MOM MADE FOR ME!”

“I SAW IT FIRST!”

“Not the white boy bringing the Hennessey to the black function.” Shloob said and immediately busted out laughing.

“I thought it was understood that he was just light skinned! He’s been around us since he was fourteen!”

“Wait, Jack’s white?” You heard your grandmother ask and you looked at her in disbelief.

“What the? Yes nana! My husband is white!” You said while laughing and shaking your head.

“Oh, I thought he was a rapper?”

“Jesus, have mercy. He is nana!”

“You know I heard that First Class song on the radio the other day. Maybe Jack can do a collaboration with him one day.”

“NANA, THAT IS JACK! THAT’S HIS SONG!”

“SINCE WHEN?!”

“I-... baby come on so we can get food because I CANNOT with them.” You said while grabbing his hand again and leading him towards the food.

The both of you made your way over to where your Uncle Julius was on the grill while you saw your Uncle Jason, the youngest of the triplets that your grandmother had making his way towards you.

“Oh shit.” Jack muttered because he immediately knew what was about to happen.

“Ignore him and maybe he’ll go away.”

“JACK! BABY GIRL! LONG TIME NO SEE.”

“Mm hmm.” Both of you said as your Uncle Julius simply handed the both of you plates and went back to flipping burgers.

“Aye! Let me hold something! I got yall the next time I see you! Oh wait, actually Jack lemme get them New Balances off your feet. Those the new 550’s ain’t they?”

“JASON! Get away from my babies and leave them alone! You always acting like a damn fool!” Your mom exclaimed while reprimanding her younger brother while you and Jack stifled a laugh.

“I just need twenty dollars! Oh better yet, Jack can I give you my mixtape? Been working on a few things.”

“Then get a job! And no he doesn’t want to hear your dried up crusty ass bars! You’re over 60! It’s time for jazz music now. The rap career as a goal ship has SAILED!”

“IVY, you always been a damn hater!”

The two of you piled your plates high before making your way over to your best friends and sitting down with them while your parents, sister, and Dani were at the opposite end.

Urban was currently talking to your younger cousin Demi while 2fo had gotten his fourth plate, Quiiso was talking to your cousin Cierra and you’ve been trying to hook them up for the longest, and Shloob and Ace went to go play basketball with your old ass uncles and put money up to see who would win.

“Now, Demi, go to your grandma Kat and ask her for an eight and give her this entire thing. Don’t short change her now. I’ll give you ten dollars when you come back.”

“Okay, be right back.”

“URBAN!” You exclaimed while shaking your head in disbelief.

“What?!?! Your grandma got some of the best weed I ever smoked in Kentucky! I’m not messing up this business deal.”

“I… I gotta agree baby.” Jack said as he took your soda can from you and opened it and slid it back since he knew you would have trouble doing it with your long nails.

“Yall are a hot ass mess and fit right in with my family.”

“OH LOOK! IT’S MY FAVORITE WHITE BOYS, JACK AND URBAN!” Your Aunt Marisa said while coming over to the table and all you could do was laugh.

At the other end of the table, your mom was watching the two of you with nothing but admiration in her eyes as the two of you were feeding each other and Urban was making gagging gestures before you threw a spare fork at him which hit him on the forehead.

“At least one of our kids had a successful marriage.” Your mother said as she eyed Dani and Drama.

“Mom, seriously?” Dani asked as she took another bite of her food.

“Yeah seriously and look how well she turned out. All thanks to me and your dad. Because if it was left up to you, she’d probably be doped up somewhere.”

“Now Ivy…” Your dad David started to say but all she did was shrug.

“Don’t Ivy me. She’s successful because of what we instilled in her and I damn sure will never let you two take credit for it. We raised her, not you.”

“I-...” Drama started to say but was immediately cut off by Ivy.

“Now don’t either of you start with me. I said what I said and you two need to come clean to her because I can already sense that this is about to turn into a shit show. Been telling you two that for years and now the girl is 24.”

“We will when the time is right.” Drama said while looking at them.

“There isn’t ever a right time but she needs to hear the truth and hear it from the two of you. And you know what this means right?”

“What? What does it mean?” Dani curiously asked while glancing at you and seeing you laughing at something Jack whispered in your ear.

“I highly doubt that she’ll ever forgive you two for this.”

Marisa was telling you her latest products that she was selling and Jack was listening to her intently while you were intrigued.

She’s been selling sex toys and anything that has to do with sex for as long as you could remember.

“So, it’s like the rose toy? Jack bought me that already.” You asked her and she shook her head no.

“No, it’s even better. Rose toy takes about what? Three to five minutes for you to hit your peak? I give this one two minutes and don’t let Jack be in you too, bitch you will see HEAVEN, okay?!”

“Now Aunt Marisa…” You said while trying not to laugh but Jack was all for it.

“How much?!” He eagerly asked and you looked at him like he was crazy.

“You’re my favorite nephew and niece so it’s on the house, just leave a good review for me. You two won’t be leaving the bed the entire night.”

“They don’t do that anyway.” Urban added as Demi came back up to him with his weed in her hand.

“Demi! My girl! Okay, here you go.” He said while handing her a ten dollar bill.

“Grandma Kat said the price went up but since you’re one of her favorite customers, she’ll keep the price the same.”

“Damn bestie, I love your family.”

“I do too even if they are a bit crazy.” You confessed.

The day was winding down and the sun was starting to set since it was now around eight and your father had gathered everyone around as he was sipping from his Hennesy bottle.

“Now Jack is my favorite son-in-law ever and baby girl, you aren’t allowed to marry anyone else, okay? We just had to make sure that was clear.” Your dad said while throwing his arm around Jack and you knew he was tipsy.

“I just wanted you two to know how proud I am of the both of you and that I admire the way he takes care of you and you do the same exact thing for him. I never worried about you growing up, but that Danielle? Whew, story for another day. Anyway, Jack you better not hurt my youngest and baby girl you better not hurt Jack, understood? Because you damn sure not moving back in with me. Whatever goes down between the two of you, you better fix it! No take backs Jack! You snuck and married her so now you’re stuck with her!”

“What the? DADDY!”

“And since you two finally got caught! Been married since you were nineteen!” Your mom exclaimed while eyeing the two of you.

“But that was URBAN! His fault!”

“I didn’t say I do like the two of you!” Urban said while sipping on his beer.

“Might as well had, since you are definitely a part of that relationship!”

“But on a serious note, we love the both of you so much and can’t wait to see the success that will come. The way you two love each other is evident in everything that you do and I know this marriage is meant to be.” Your mom said and the both of you went over to hug her.

“Appreciate you saying that, mom.” Jack said and all she did was nod and you knew for a fact that she was about to cry.

“Now… I want my grandbabies so get a move on!”

“I’m trying, but I swear your daughter is dodging me!”

“I am NOT!”

“Then let me get you pregnant!”

“Give me another year!”

“See what I mean?!” Jack said as he threw his hands up in disbelief and all you did was laugh.

Your Grandma Kat then came next to Urban and motioned for him to open his hand.

“Got another eight for you and don’t you go telling all my grandkids. I don’t like them the way I like you, Jack and baby girl. Tell them I’m out if they ask you.”

“If I was older we would have definitely been married. You stay looking out” Urban said while quickly slipping it in his pocket.

“If I was thirty years younger, I might just take you up on that. Just don’t let my husband hear you say that.”

“GRANDMA KAT! STOP TRYING TO SHOOT YOUR SHOT AT URBAN!” You yelled while looking over at them in disbelief.

“HE DID IT FIRST!”

“I do like cougars though. No shame in it.” Urban said while shrugging.

“Like I said before, all of you fit right in with my crazy ass family.”

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polkadotsunshine · 2 months

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Preparation and Flexibility

Seeing a total solar eclipse requires both preparation and flexibility.

First is the equipment. My family has a collection of welder's glass so we can watch the sun before totality. It's a high quality, comfortable, and durable version of eclipse glasses. We use rubber bands to fix the glass to binoculars, so we can quickly remove the filter during totality. We've also fitted a perfectly parallel straw to our telescope's reflex sight so we can align it to the sun*.

*Spotting the sun with the naked eye would cause physical harm yet welder's glass blocks out so much light you couldn't see the sight with it on. By aligning the shadow of the straw on your hand, so that the sunlight comes straight as a white circle, you can aim the telescope.

Next comes the location. Years in advance, we analyze historical weather data to determine a path along totality with the least likelihood of cloud coverage. We're not looking for a location to sit in; we want a road we can travel along to escape dense clouds. Months in advance, we change our plans from Mexico to Texas. Days in advance, we change our plans from Texas to New York. Even as we drive through the Adirondacks the day of the eclipse, we watch the radar to adjust course. Even as we set up our telescope, we watch for changes in cloud density and the direction of the wind. We settle by Tupper Lake, mentally calculating how long it would take to pack everything up and drive east.

Fetching supplies from the car, we discover someone parked less than an inch away from our passenger’s side. We shuffle through the driver's side doors, over to the other half of the car, and accept the circumstance. As my dad waits in line for a portable toilet, someone points out our neighbor’s parking job and offers astonishment then condolences. As my mom gets a blanket from the car, someone rushes up to her, exclaiming they witnessed the parking job in horror, and they complain about the Cornell bumper sticker on their car. The third time someone runs up to us, it's the driver himself. He profusely apologizes.

We get to know the guy: Jordan. My mom asks about Cornell, since that's where she and my dad met. His daughter went to Cornell. He asks where I went to college. The conversation goes from there. It turns out his wife is home sick and he went to finish the trip alone. He's visibly jealous of our telescope. We adopt him into our party. He corrects his parking job and we share our equipment with him. I teach with him the little I remember from what my dad had taught me.

The anticipation builds. For a while, it's just a relaxing day outside. The moon hasn’t even begun to cross the sun. I look at sunspots through our telescope and ask my dad how many times the size of Earth they are. I read my book and listen to the lake lap up the shore. A son plays catch with his father. A group of college friends yell over cards. I watch Canadian geese swim around a family in kayaks.

The anticipation builds. My dad shouts, "First contact!" as he checks the telescope. We lazily look through our glass and idly remark interest that such a small sliver is visible without magnification. I eat beef jerky and check my phone. We occasionally look to the sun and make small talk over how fast it's moving. I walk to a nearby McDonald's to use the bathroom; I don't want totality to be interrupted. As the sun wanes, I play with a colander to find the focal points of each pinhole camera it creates, speckling our folding table with polkadot sunshine in the shape of tiny crescents.

The anticipation builds. It starts getting dark, like twilight. Automated lights flick on along the lake. The geese come to shore. My mom identifies the nightsong of birds in the park. Totality is in 10 minutes. The lighting shifts from twilight to unnatural; a dimness creeps from every direction, somehow illuminating the now-muted colors of the world. Our brains struggle to make sense of it. It's cold. My grandparents' dog hides between my brother’s legs. He comforts her.

It's fast. My dad points across the lake. It's the shadow of the moon, screaming towards us at over 1000 mph. The clouds dissipate inside its cold beam of darkness. He points out Venus, visible to the naked eye. The crowd clamors. The last light of the sun forms a brilliant white diamond atop a ring, surrounding the pitch black moon in the sky. I've never seen contrast so strong in nature. I shout because Jordan shouts and Jordan shouts because I shout.

Each moment is heavy. Totality will begin soon. Totality will end soon. It will be years before I get the mere possibility of seeing anything like this ever again. I tell myself to make each second count. I won't waste time taking pictures. I won't waste any time at all. I look up.

There is a hole in the sky. The stark white corona tinges aquamarine, fringed by red Baily's beads bleeding through the mountains on the moon. My emotions overpower prepared thought. Yellow orange sunsets surround every horizon. Anywhere I look is a beautiful moment that can't last. Everything feels wonderfully wrong. Red plasma arcs at a magnitude incomprehensible; three solar flare prominences push their way to my attention. I see the eclipse. I cry.

And then it was over. I had counted down to this day for 7 years. It marked the end of an era; bookending the as-of-now most important years of my life. It landed on a day I made up layered sentimental feelings for. The eclipse was beautiful because I forced myself to savor every memory, yet despite all my plans, for those 3 minutes and 31 seconds, it became something else. I allowed myself to fall in love with whatever came my way - and I found more than I had ever expected.

Seeing a total solar eclipse requires both preparation and flexibility. The sight is gorgeous of course, but for me, experiencing a total solar eclipse is a communal ritual. It is my dad showing me how to align his telescope. It is the tips my aunts and uncles exchanged when deciding where to go. It is the picnic I had with my grandmother. It is the unlikely friend we made. The anticipation built from our collective preparation allowed me to follow my central directive: I lived in the moment, no matter where that took me.

After all, isn’t everything amazing?

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foreverrandomwritings · 1 year

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Okay wait I’ve gotta know about our baby girl too. Some sad and maybe happy

★ - sad headcanon, ✿ - Sex headcanon, ☮ - friendship headcanon

Oof hurting our baby girl for the sad one is gonna be rough. You made up for it with the sex and friendship though😘 I’m also wearing my Bob and Phoenix crewneck for this.

Warnings:

Talks of death at the beginning.

Super fluffy in the middle.

🚨!!!18+ at the end!!!🚨

★ Sad Headcanon

~The worst day of her life was when her grandmother died.

~She and her 2 younger brothers had been raised by their grandparents when their mother and father both passed away in a car accident.

~So losing yet another member of her family was gut wrenching.

~She had her first ever true panic attack that day.

~Luckily Bradley was there to calm her down as she had gotten the news during their time stationed together.

~When she went back home for the funeral she was on autopilot for most of it.

~She had to take the reins on planning everything as her grandfather was much to weak and heartbroken to do it.

~The middle brother was unable to help due to the fact he was in prison once again for something she didn’t care much about.

~Her youngest brother had just had a set of twins with his wife so he wasn’t able to help much either.

~Everything was hazy for her up until she got the cremains from the crematorium.

~She cried in the car with her grandmother sat in an urn next to her.

~She has a ring, necklace, bracelet set with some of the ashes in them.

~Bob asked her about them once and she bittersweetly told him about her grandmother.

~All of the amazing memories she had of her as she was growing up.

☮ Friendship Headcanon

~Growing up she didn’t have that many friends other than the ones that were on her soccer team from middle school to senior year of high school.

~They no longer talk however as when she went off for the Navy they all lost touch.

~However the Navy has brought her 2 of the bestest friends in the world.

~Bradley and Robert.

~It will be war picking who will be her best man out of the two when she gets married.

~Bradley was there for her when her grandmother died.

~That honestly meant the world to her. She will never be able to thank him enough.

~Bobby boy even though freshly her back seater has become her 2nd pea in a pod.

~They do pretty much everything together.

~Grocery shopping, running, working out, dinner, brunch, breakfast, road trips, visiting family, living, shopping, you name it they probably do it together.

~The first time Bobby boy gave her a rock she was Uber confused but put it in the center console of her car anyways.

~Now she has quite a few of them.

~Sometimes if she finds a cool rock she’ll pick it up and give it to him.

✿ Sex Headcanon

~Okayyyyyy this one is 🥵🥵

~She normally likes to be the dominant one during sex.

~She fucks dumb. You could be the smartest person alive and by the time she’s done with you you’re brain is blank.

~Likes to tie you up and do orgasm denial or orgasm overstimulation.

~Will use a Bluetooth vibrator on you while out at the Hard Deck or grocery shopping or something.

~Red, yellow, green for how you’re feeling.

~Loves to eat you out. Will be like a women starved. Completely unhinged feral.

~Will growl when you pull her hair or scratch her back.

~Gets a little peeved if you leave a hickey that’ll be on display when she’s at work.

~However she’ll leave bite marks on your thighs.

~Knows every little spot that makes you tick.

~Will finger you at any given opportunity.

~Loves to fuck you with her strap on.

~When she lets you be the more dominant one she will melt into a puddle.

~Becomes a moaning and whimpering mess.

~Loves having her nipples played with.

~Lick them, suck them, roll them, pinch them anything and she’s a complete mess.

~Her aftercare will be top notch.

~She’ll gently clean you up with a warm rag.

~Will ask you how you’re doing.

~Will make sure you use the bathroom afterwards.

~Gets you a glass of water or something to up your electrolytes if it was an especially rigorous session.

~I can’t think straight when I think of baby girl and sex. My brain is literal fuzz.

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feverinfeveroutfic · 2 days

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”touch too much”

It wasn't the first time, and I would be surprised if it wouldn't be the last, either.

At some point after dinner, Alex had passed out there on the couch with one arm up on the top of the cushions and his feet up on the arm. A few locks of his hair spread over his face and neck to make it look as though he had fallen asleep on the beach. He had undone his pants but he barely had a little belly poking up from his body; he eaten so much that evening that I was surprised that he hadn't passed out into a food coma an hour before.

I stood there at the recliner chair, right over Lou's head, whereby he had leaned it back and put his hands behind his head. All three of us had eaten our fair share of it all, but Alex had in particular. He rolled his head over the top of the pillow and parted his lips to give us a soft little groan: at least he was a clean eater and he had licked off all of the crumbs around the rim of his mouth and his fingers. But it was still so adorable to see him lounging there on his back, sound asleep, like that of a young boy who had eaten too much and fallen asleep at his grandparents' house during Hanukkah.

“You know at some point, he's gonna wake up and have the absolute worst indigestion,” Lou said in a low voice.

“I don't know, he was scarfing down a lot of veggies,” I recalled. “A lot of veggies as well as everything else. I do have plenty of antacids in the bathroom, though, just in case.”

“I still can't believe he ate the whole thing,” he chuckled. “I remember thinking at one point, 'where in the world did this come from?'”

“He really is a little piggy, he just doesn't want to admit it,” I pointed out. “I remember him once telling me that he'd get the worst munchies when he'd take an extra hit from a joint.”

“Well, well, well, that explains everything, now doesn't it?”

“Right? And apparently, it's carried over, too. Remember he was complaining earlier today about being so damn hungry that he could eat an entire buffet table?”

Lou snickered at that, and then he peered up at me with a mischievous look on his face.

“How could I forget?” But then he locked eyes with me, even with his head turned back all the way like that to look on at me.

“What're you thinking about?” I asked him.

“Thinking about going out and getting him a little 'present',” he replied with a wink.

“I'm gonna have to get something for breakfast tomorrow, though,” I told him with a shrug. “Knowing how he wakes up all famished and what have you.”

“Don't you have some stuff to make cinnamon rolls, though?”

“Yeah, but you know how he is, though,” I pointed out. “We could enjoy some rolls ourselves, but he's going to want more than that.” I lifted my gaze to his porky little belly: I couldn't explain how he could be such a big eater and not have a big protuding potbelly on him, but there he was, laying there on my couch with his little gut hanging out in the open.

“I'll make him a full English breakfast,” I suggested. “That'll not only fill him up but us, too.”

“English breakfast, that's got things like eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, and a bunch of fruit, right?”

“Yeah. They also have black pudding along with it, but I don't have the gumption for that. I'll make us little Yorkshires instead.”

Lou then ran his fingers through his hair and gingerly stood to his feet, even though I knew an earthquake wouldn't wake Alex, let alone the squeaking of a leather chair. We slipped our shoes back on, and then I picked up the apartment key as well as my jacket from the spot next to the front door.

“You think he'll be okay by himself here?” Lou asked me in a low voice.

“Oh, yeah. There was another time he fell into a food coma like this, and he didn't wake up until I put a pot of coffee on. Lou, I'm not even kidding, I tried banging on a pot with a wooden spoon and he didn't budge.”

He chuckled at that as we headed on out to the cool night: a marine layer had come in for us, such that Lou huddled closer to me.

“I told you to wear a heavier jacket!” I declared as we reached the sidewalk and the mostly deserted street. We lived in the Bay Area, and yet the sidewalks rolled up at around seven o'clock in the evening. We kept on walking until we reached the supermarket doors, and I started thinking about what I wanted to make for the morning after. We had just eaten dinner, so I was already in no mood to see anything as all that appetizing. But it was for the day after, though: I had to keep on thinking ahead about it all.

Lou lingered back by the bread while I took my time at the produce. I chuckled to myself when I thought about Alex scarfing up all of that lush fruit and veggies that I had served for him: silly boy, doesn't he know that it still counts as overeating?

I picked up a small bunch of strawberries for a quick look to see if they were ripe enough. He sure loved his berries: the plumper and more ripe the berry, the plumper and more ripe the boy. I followed it up with some bananas, followed by blueberries and raspberries, and I was also eyeing the mint leaves and the gooseberries. We were looking at some hearty smoothies to go with our English breakfast in the morning when I noticed Lou had gone off somewhere. Probably to the bathrooms.

Nevertheless, I carried on with some milk and heavy cream, followed by bacon and breakfast sausage. I had plenty of eggs in my fridge, which meant I could make us some sunny side up eggs as well as the Yorkshire puddings; but if I remembered correctly, there were some beans and mushrooms to go with it all, too. Given it was Sunday, and the load was just starting to come in and the clerks were all in the back, I could pick out from the utter cornucopia before me without anyone getting in my way. When I doubled back to the produce section to look for any good-looking button mushrooms, I spotted Lou coming back to me with a sly little smirk on his face.

“What's up?” I asked him as I picked out a small bunch of mushrooms and put it in the basket.

“I was just in the bathroom,” he replied.

“But what's that look for?”

“I just got the dumbest idea,” he began again, that time in a lower voice.

“What's that?”

“When I was in the bathroom, I saw a hole in the wall of the stall next to me,” he said. “It looked fresh and clean, too, like whoever did that never had it fixed but it was cleaned, though. It got me thinking.”

I gaped at him.

“Oh, no, Lou, not here!” I hissed at him.

“It's Sunday, Eric. Sunday night, which means there's no one else here but us and the fresh new loads coming in for the night. It's a crazy idea, but I doubt anyone is going to walk in on us.”

“Elle's not here, either,” I muttered aloud, and my eyes wandered to the rest of the produce department, to which I found myself looking on at the bags of carrots on display, followed by the meat department before us.

“Besides, we haven't really had a moment together,” he confessed, much to my bewilderment.

“Lou... really?”

And he bowed his head and shyly nodded.

“I have to confess to you, Eric,” he continued, and I could tell that this was a big deal for him; “I do think about it from time to time. You and I are friends, but something like that shouldn't take anything away from our friendship.”

I swallowed at that, and I had no clue as to how to respond to him. This was all happening so quickly, perhaps more so than the whole thing with Alex because at least he and I eased into that, and I managed to wake something up in him.

“And I kind of feel bad for fessing that to you, too, simply because it feels like I'm putting pressure on you,” he continued in a single breath.

“No, no,” I promised him with a shake of my head, and I rested a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me and locked eyes with me. “No, Lou. I promise you there's no pressure whatsoever. It's just... out of the blue, is all. But I probably should've known that you had some feelings for me, though...”

It felt so appropriate that I had to really fixate on whether or not I wanted it. I sighed through my nose and held the basket down by my side. We were alone in the market, and I had to think on my feet.

“Yeah, I think we can do a quick one,” I told him. “I have get some baked beans, and that's about it.”

“The beans can wait,” he assured me in a low voice.

“The beans can in fact wait,” I echoed him, and he led me back to the men's room, which smelled of lemons, which told me it was in fact clean in there. I set the basket down on the counter next to the sinks, and Lou gestured for me to take the stall on the right. I bowed in there and spotted it, the hole right next to the toilet paper rolls. It looked to be going the other way, which meant I was going to give myself to him.

I unzipped my pants and let them glide down my legs a bit. Even while standing up, I could see him bowing down below the hole to prepare himself. It was so strange to have it happen as is, but I knew that we would take our friendship to a different level. If anything, it could possibly add another dimension to it.

“Okay... hold still,” I told him in a hushed whisper; I dropped my shorts and revealed myself to him.

“I am holding still,” he assured me as he put his mouth up to the hole.

“Okay... I am putting my dick through the hole... can you see it?”

“I do, yeah,” he replied with a slight grunt.

“Okay... try it out.”

I bent my knees enough for him to see me all the way through the hole. I had to be careful not to move too much as I did have a ring of metal around my dick; I pressed my hands to the wall of the stall right before me as he put his lips around me. It was something that I never expected that I would like before, but he moved in as deep as he could even with the metallic wall right before his face and even with the fact that we couldn't see one another, either. I could still feel him, and I could still feel the edges of his teeth against my skin. Something about it all made my spine straighten up a bit more, and something about it made me think of Alex. The way that he would gorge himself and then he would be in such a tender enough spot to warrant something like this.

I was in the tender spot at that point. Lou was the one in control.

Lou was the one in control and I couldn't help but let myself relax to the very feeling of his lips, his teeth, and his tongue.

A metal wall between us and it was enough touch. It was more than enough. It was everything. It was everything I never believed I would ever imagine happening to me before.

Lou let go of me and coughed.

“Are you alright?” I asked him.

“Yeah. I was just... kind of gagging on you a bit.”

“Have a gag!” I declared as I pressed my body to the wall, just so could have more. His lips back on my flesh again and I wished I could see his face. I wished I could see him closing his eyes in utter bliss, and I wished he could see me giving my body up to him, my best friend.

I was coming fast and hard, even as I still tried to keep myself from scraping against the metal rim of the hole. I still scraped against it anyway, and it only made me rise more.

Lou let go of me again, and that time, I could hear something dripping onto the floor on the other side of the wall.

“They just cleaned, too!” he laughed, and I couldn't help but laugh as well. With my dick still out in the open, we both barreled out of the stalls and for the sinks.

“Wow,” he muttered, and he placed his hands on the brim of the sink basin next to my grocery basket.

“That was... that was something,” I breathed out as I reached for the paper towels at the dispenser. “Something I never thought I would like.”

“Then I'm glad we did that,” he confessed as he scrubbed his hands with that soft-smelling soap.

“Stupid idea wasn't so stupid after all,” I assured him with a smile, and I wiped myself down lest anyone ask any questions the next day.

Once we were cleaned up, I picked up the basket and we headed out of there and back to the corridor. It was right then I noticed the blush to his face: if any of the clerks asked, he had been on the toilet a bit too long.

“What'd you say you needed next, baked beans?” he asked me.

“Yeah. Baked beans for the boy with his bulging little belly out in the bodacious open.” And he laughed at that.

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ziebigbootayjoel · 9 months

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PICK A FIC

**ROUGH DRAFT, NOT COMPLETED, JUST LETTING YOU GET A FEEL FOR THE STORY. DON'T FORGET TO VOTE :)

(Name being decided. If you’d like a different one, please comment some suggestions.)

As Alexandria stood in the kitchen, she heard the front door open and knew there was only two seconds until she’d hear Sarah running to her dad.

“Daddy,” Sarah squealed, running and crashing into him.

Alexandria heard Joel let out a grunt, “hi baby girl. Where’s your mom?”

“Momma’s in the kitchen. Can we play?”

Their voices got louder the closer they got before she saw Joel walk in, Sarah in his arms.

“Once you finish eating,” Alexandria said, pointing to the half eaten sandwich on the table.

Joel set her in the chair, sitting next to her.

She watched as they whispered to each other before turning towards her.

“Momma, can we go to the beach today,” Sarah asked, causing Alexandria to glare at Joel.

“Sarah,” Alexandria started, “we have to go to your grandparents for dinner.”

“Please,” she begged, batting her eyes at her mom.

Letting out a defeated sigh, she pointed to the food, telling Sarah to finish.

“But I’m full,” Sarah protested, and before Alexandria could say anything, Joel had grabbed the half eaten sandwich, taking a bite out of it.

Alexandria would never force her kid to eat if she wasn’t hungry, but she knew she was only saying that because she heard about the beach.

“You’re buying her lunch when she complains she’s hungry,” Alexandria warned, grabbing the plate to place it in the sink, “go grab your towel and change.”

Sarah took off running, the closet door flinging open before the bathroom door slammed shut from excitement.

“My parents invited you to dinner.”

“How could I resist your dads cooking,” Joel asked, leaning into the chair, “you could’ve said no.”

“It’s your weekend. If you want to take her to the beach, by all means. Just make sure she’s at my parents house by six, at the latest. Don’t let her bring home another pail of rocks though, unless they go to your house. I’m running out of room for them.”

Joel went to the coffee pot, beginning to make coffee, “I’ve got a spot for ‘em. I can make her something out of them.”

Sarah ran back into the kitchen, her smile dropping into a frown.

“Momma, go change.”

“I have to clean the house,” Alexandria protested.

“Mom,” Sarah whined.

“It’s just a few hours darlin’, and I can help you tomorrow.”

Alexandria looked between them for a moment, weighing her options. Have fun with her kid, or clean.

“Alright. Go get in the car.”

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maria021015 · 1 month

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SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 14 AHEAD!

“I’ll wash your clothes and get them back to you.” Zaida promised, exiting her bedroom to join Stiles in the hallway. She was grateful that she hadn’t needed to sleep in her garbage-covered clothes, but she was also relieved to be back in her own garments. After their brief conversation the previous night, Zaida had crashed on the surprisingly comfortable living room couch. She and Stiles had woken early the next morning and picked up breakfast pastries on the way to the apartment. They had been demolished and were already digesting by the time they parked on the street outside.

“Where do we start?” Stiles questioned. As Zaida had predicted, Xander had already left for work, giving the two of them free reign over the apartment.

“His room. He wouldn’t trust keeping anything important anywhere that I might stumble across it. It turns out, he’s more careful with keeping secrets from me than I ever thought.” She led the way further down the corridor to the room at the end and opened the door to reveal the wide and open room.

There was a queen sized bed with simple, grey linen sheets backed against the centre of the left wall, flanked by two chests of drawers either side. To the right was a sturdy desk with a bookshelf attached and the entrance to an ensuite bathroom and walk-in closet. Since moving in, Zaida had never really been in Xander’s room. She crossed the carpeted floor quickly, heading straight for the closet, knowing where all of his hiding places had been as a teenager before he’d moved out. Stiles began searching the desk for anything that could be a clue, rifling through loose papers and copies of case files from the string of murders that had been connected to Kate Argent, and the more recent ones. None of that was out of the ordinary for a deputy, so he kept looking whilst Zaida dove through the racks of clothes, looking for anything hiding behind long winter coats or pants. After rummaging through the desk drawers he only found stationary and legal documents like bank details, insurances, course and training certificates, and identification documents. Only one thing stood out to him.

“Do you and your brother have different last names?” He called out to Zaida. “This says Alexander Callista-Eliopoulos?”

“Yeah, Callista-Eliopoulos is our full last name. Callista was Mom’s and Eliopoulos was Dad’s, but we go by Callis. Jennifer Aniston did it and many Greeks followed suit. Including us, I guess.” she answered in a loud and muffled voice.

“You’re Greek, huh?” Stiles mumbled as his eyes scanned over the collection of books on Xander’s shelves. “That explains the taste in literature.”

“Yeah, Xander and I were both huge mythology buffs growing up. Our grandparents used to tell us Ancient Greek history and legends as bedtime stories when we slept over, and the interest spread to other mythologies. Xander was into all kinds…Roman, Norse, Chinese, Japanese, Native American, Meso-American, African...you name it and he probably knew it.” Zaida recalled the memories of that time fondly. Their family had been so close until it had all fallen apart. “It’s an interest that sort of runs in the family. Dad actually met Mom at University when she was taking a Folklore and Mythology course. I myself love Celtic folklore, but Greek has always been my favourite. We tend to be quite patriotic people.”

“The extent of my mythological knowledge is Percy Jackson and the Heroes of Olympus.” Stiles laughed softly as he took in the book titles with wonder, spotting some familiar names like Homer’s Iliad and Odyssey. While he was still searching the spines Zaida hauled a box out of the closet and dumped it unceremoniously onto the bed. She pulled off the lid to see the inside brimming with papers.

“It’s the case records.” She identified in a low voice, recognising the documents that she had accessed on Xander’s computer at the Sheriff’s station. “He’s kept all of them.”

“What else is in there?” Stiles crossed the room in a few long paces and leaned over her shoulder, peering into the box as she pulled out the documents to reveal stacks of photos and a clutter of keepsakes.

She recognised some of Xander’s old soccer trophies and medals. Their father had always taken them to their games and training sessions, cheering them on eagerly from the sidelines. Zaida pulled out the stack of photos, expecting to see images of their family over the years, and there were some. A few images were snapped at dinner parties with college friends when Xander was in his very early teen years and she was only a toddler. However, the majority of the photos were of the time before her, when it had just been their parents and Xander. As she kept going through the stack, the quality of the photos became muddier and faded, obviously being from a much older camera than the technology they had now. There were some even from well before Xander. She was faced with her parent’s young and smiling faces at University graduation in their gowns and hats. There were pictures with people who she assumed had been their college friendship group - some of the same people as the dinner party guests who had one by one disappeared from the images closer to the top as her parents grew older and lost touch with their old lives. Seeing how Xander had kept all the images of the time before her sat strangely and uncomfortably in the pit of her stomach.

“I don’t think there’s anything here.” Zaida ground out in a weak voice. She didn’t know what she had expected to find when she had come looking, but it certainly wasn’t this box full of mourning. She shoved the lid back onto the box and dropped down on the mattress beside it, staring blankly at her hands as she twisted her golden rings around her fingers. Stiles had picked up that it was a habit of hers whenever she was upset, in thought, or anxious.

“Are you okay?” He sat down next to her with concern etched in his furrowed brows and Zaida sighed deeply in frustration.

“It’s just…every lead ends up being a complete dead end, and I don’t know what else to do.” She felt a weight on her chest and her eyes started to well with tears that trickled from her lashes as her emotions became overwhelming. It had been a long time since her parents had died, but right now her grief felt as fresh as ever. “I just need to know what happened to them.”

“We’re going to figure it out, Zaida. I promise we will.” Stiles assured her in a comforting tone and pulled her into his side, his hand rubbing soothing circles over her back. “We figured out that werewolves are real, and we figured out that Kate started the Hale fire, and that Peter was killing everyone involved out of revenge. We’ll figure this out too.”

“Xander just expects me to move on, but how can I forget about it? Apart from the fact that I can’t walk away from a mystery even to quite literally save my life, my parents were murdered and we have no idea why, or by who.” she opened up, finding talking about it somewhat therapeutic.

This wasn’t something she’d been able to tell anyone before. Certainly not Xander, and not even Allison. It wasn’t because she didn’t trust the girl, it was more that she wasn’t the best person to talk to when it came to deep and meaningful chats. Zaida had been surprised to discover that Lydia was more in tune with her own emotions than Allison was, which was really saying something as Lydia liked to bury all her emotions under a heavy designer rug. Yet, Allison barely knew what her emotions were most of the time, despite having a lot of them. Plus, with everything else going on at the moment with Derek and the hunters, there was far too much else to deal with. Both Lydia and Allison were going through a lot right now, and Zaida felt as though it wasn’t the time to lean on them when they were so busy trying to keep themselves afloat. But Stiles always had made time for her, even in the midst of being threatened by Peter when Lydia was bleeding out. He’d been there for her when he hadn’t even really known her after the attack at the school, and he was there for her now.

“I get it. If I didn’t know what happened to my Mom, I’d be doing the exact same thing as you right now. I wouldn’t have been able to stop thinking about it until I solved it.” He nodded, being the first person to really understand how she was feeling. Though she supposed they were both quite alike in that regard. Neither of them could leave the unknown alone, and they’d both lost their mothers.

“What happened to her?” she couldn’t help but ask in a quiet voice. His motions across her back stalled for a moment before he continued.

“She had frontotemporal dementia…died when I was like ten.” he answered with a dry voice. The memories were obviously still painful.

“I’m sorry.” Zaida offered her condolences. “Does it ever get easier?”

“It does. It takes a while, and things are never really the same. It’s something that changes you, and is kind of always there but over time...it doesn’t feel as bad. My dad won’t talk about her. That’s his way of coping, but I find it’s better when I do talk about her. Like, remembering all the good times.” he explained with a wistful tone.

“What was she like?” She asked, and Stiles smiled at the thought of his mother before the disease had claimed her.

“She was playful, and warm, and caring. When Scott’s parents were fighting she’d invite him over and bake us cookies and play board games with us.” Stiles reminisced fondly and the light in his eyes told her that he was glad to be able to speak about his mother. “She was strong. The strongest person I knew. Even when things got really bad, she’d never complain...never let it show. She’d talk to me about school and the newest comic I’d read and not once would she let me see how much she was really going through.”

“She sounds wonderful.” Zaida reached over his lap to squeeze his hand supportively and he nodded in agreement.

“She would have really liked you.” He stated, knowing that his mother would have appreciated the girl’s sharp wit and fierce, determined nature. “What about your Mom and Dad? What were they like?”

“Mom was passionate in everything that she did or said. She lived life to the absolute fullest. She was protective, relentless, and had a temper like a fire storm if you crossed her. But she was also incredibly empathetic and caring. Dad was a lot more calm and grounded, and a bit of a goofball. He was always supportive and easy to talk to. He gave amazing advice. They both seemed so…normal.” Zaida’s thoughts traveled further than what she was currently willing to tell Stiles about. If she was born supernatural, it had to have come from one of her parent’s bloodlines. Had they known? Was one of them supernatural too? Was that the reason they’d been killed? "It's hard to believe that they were involved in any of this."

“We don’t know that they were for sure. It could have been a random werewolf attack.” Stiles suggested. There just wasn’t enough information to be sure about anything. She didn’t know which would be the worse answer, if they indeed knew, or if they had been oblivious.

#teenwolf fanfiction #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf fanfic #teenwolf #teen wolf #stiles x oc #stiles #stiles stilinski #dylan obrien

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pumpkinfreak · 4 months

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In My Grandparent's Home

Journal Entry 2

Say what you will, but that bathroom still haunts me. I keep a nightlight in mine to this day. I wish I could remember more of the good things that happened.

My memories of my grandparents are sparse. I can recall glimpses. Papa and I watched cartoons in the living room. Gigi sewed a Halloween costume for me, I was a ladybug, and she walked with me that night. If they had me on a Sunday they would take me out to eat after church. I know I loved them and they loved me.

I dont think the house liked me. My therapist won't like me saying that, but she's not here. When I wasn't with my grandparents, I was with my mother in our home. A small trailer among a dozen just like it. Our home felt normal, cozy even. Their house it always felt like something was behind me, Just standing at the edge of my prereferral. If I stood still and turned my head slowly, I would almost catch it. I know it was real because I wasn't the only one who felt it.

I was five or six and brought a friend for a sleepover. We slept huddled togother in my little twin bed. Giggling softly about little girl things. My friend kept looking behind her every few minutes. Over time she became more annoyed.

"Who is that?" She asked

I had never considered it a "who" and I simply shrugged.

"It never stays still. I think it just likes to watch."

"Can you see him behind me?" I shook my head no.

"How do you know it's a boy?"

My friend scrunched up her face.

"Because he's whispering in my ear, and It sounds like a boy."

My hands are sweating writing this now. She wasn't afraid, not even a little. So I asked to switch spots, so my back was facing the door. I put my fingers to my lips, and we held hands. I felt it behind me now, closer than usual.

It didn't say anything, but five cold fingers dug into my hair and yanked. I screamed, and she screamed.

After that my memory goes fuzzy. Gigi did hold me on the front porch, as my friend was driven away.

It wasn't the last time it touched me.

#scary stories #creative writing #horror literature #journal entry #writers on tumblr #my writing #haunted house #ghost stories #did Gigi see it too?

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lire-casander · 9 months

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WIP WEDNESDAY

since the amazing @wtfuckevenknows has tagged me, even though it's been months since i last wrote anything, i am sharing with you a snippet of a story that's not my usual fandom but that's helping me get back on track with writing (although it's been at a snail's pace).

“Flight AA2455 bound to Los Angeles, boarding gate number forty-seven,” calls the voice over the speakers. That’s her flight, she realizes tiredly. She puts the envelope back into her purse before she stands up, grabs her carry-on bag and waits in queue for her turn to board the plane. The family in line before her is boisterous and chatty; the mother keeps babbling about the amazing time they will have visiting the grandparents and the father pipes in every now and then, while the two teenagers look bored out of their minds. Christa remembers what it was like to be a teenager; everything seems too big, too important, too much. Those are memories she cherishes, despite the existential anguish of not knowing who she was or who she wanted to be. She also remembers how she never got the chance to see her son go through that phase. When the line begins moving, Christa is drawn back from her memories. The teenage girls in front of her drag their feet through the floors as though they’re being sent to a slaughterhouse instead of to sunny Los Angeles. Christa sighs as she follows in their steps, and when it’s her turn to show her boarding ticket she smiles at the flight attendant who’s just doing his job. “Business class,” the attendant reads out loud. He frowns before addressing her. “Ms. Lorenson, your ticket is business class. You really didn’t need to wait in line. You could have boarded through our fast-boarding lane.” “I don’t mind waiting,” she smiles at him again, calmly collecting her ticket. “It helps me stay grounded, you know?” The attendant doesn’t say anything as she swishes past him and steps into the finger leading to the airplane. One of her secretaries picked the flight tickets for this trip; it’s been long enough since Christa has taken care of anything regarding her professional life herself. The hospital had hired two assistants for her office once the number of her patients became too large to be handled by just one person — especially one as busy as Dr. Christa Lorenson. And since she’d treated this invitation as a work issue, she’d left it in the capable hands of her secretaries. They always book her business class whenever she needs to fly out of town due to work, which doesn’t happen that often, but often enough for her to have accumulated some miles under her belt. Business class is a whole new world. She takes in the shiny seats, distributed so the passengers can sit almost on the ground and lie down for the six-hour flight that’s ahead of them. Waiting patiently for another flight attendant to take her to her seat, Christa notices the passengers that have already found their spot for the trip. There’s the typical businessman, taped to his laptop as he types furiously away on the keyboard. She also sees a woman, seated next to the bathroom exit, who’s checking her own reflection in search of imperfections in a pocket mirror. When Christa allows her eyes to wander further away, she spots a dark mop of hair sticking out over the edge of the backrest of the seat. She frowns; there’s something about it that inexplicably puts all her senses on alert, making her think about running away, but before she can decipher what’s going on with that, the flight attendant reaches her with a professional smile on her face.

#so here #this is me writing for code black #who knows when (or if) this will be finished and posted

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ssohawklord · 1 year

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Introducing Signe Hawklord

Basics:

Full Name: Signe Liv Hawklord

Spoken Name: Signe

Name Meaning: Signe, old norse meaning new victory. Liv old norse name meaning life

Age: 23

Pronouns: She/Her

Gender: Woman

Nationality: Swedish, mother from England, currently lives in Jorvik

Starsign: Gemini

Background:

Born in Sweden as the third child in the rocky marriage of famous swedish rockstar Erik Strömson and british entreprenour Bridget Hawklord. Signe grew up in Stockholm city getting anything her child mind could think of wanting. But not from her parents, her father spent more time on tour and in the arms of whichever current girlfriend he was cheating on her mother with. Bridget on the other hand spent nearly every waking moment away from home, her very successful tech company taking up most of her time. This meant that Signe grew up worshipping her two older brothers, Thomas and Robert, whey where the only two people in the world, that she felt cared about her. But her childhood was not all gray and gloom, summer and winter breaks would be spent in at her maternal grandparents grand house on the english countryside. Here she learned how to ride and care for horses on her grandfathers thoroughbred stud farm. The moment Signe finished the Swedish gymnasium she broke out and moved to New york, to get as far away from her now very strained relationship with her parents as possible. There, she was supposed to study physics and astrology, which she did, but she also spent every weekend drunk out of her mind in a club bathroom.

Eventually, Signes childhood rebel was satiated. She went on to graduate university with a liver more damaged than when she arrived and more than a few life lessons learned. Her passion for horses, which had been nearly forgotten in her years in the New york youths high society, rekindeled when she returned to work at her grandparents farm for a year, until she one day received a job offer, from the AAE. The astronomical and archaeological society offered her a spot as one of their scientists studying the sudden increase of curious astronomical events currently happening over the small island of Jorvik. Suprised by the offer, she accepted and four months later she was unpacking boxes in her appartement by Aideens plaza.

Ariving on Jorvik, Signe easily setteled into the islands rythm. Work was brilliant and the celestial events, unlike anything she ever seen before and facinating to study. Soon she found a horse unlike any other she’d ever met before. The stallion Cass, a great bronze-coloured andalusian, called to her soul from Jorvik stables. Unbeknownst to her, four other horses called out to their soulriders at the same time. About a year after her relocation to Jorvik, when the stars had calmed down, she one night woke up, with strange symbols blazing out white light on her back and and a tiny blue squirrel perching on her windowsill.

If you made it this far, thank you! This is the backstory of my oc Signe Hawklord and turned out to be way longer than i expected haha. She has in some way or other been marinating in my brain since i started playing the game about 10(!) years ago and now here she is! I might make a shorter bulletpoint post later, but for now i’m happy to introduce her like this!

#star stable online #star stable #SSO #ssoblr #sso oc #Signe rambles about her ocs

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frizzle-tales · 9 months

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Jiyeon didn’t respond to the kiss; knowing that resisting agains it would only cause trouble for her, so she froze when he pulled her closer and smacked his lips against hers, nervous butterflies erupting in her stomach when he did, before he pulled away from her, and like that, he left.

Did Taehyung broke his promise? Or was he going to make her do something for food again?

What if he was that cruel that the whole food in return for a service was never a thing, and he simply wanted to mock her? Maybe she should take this time to drink some of the water from the sink…

But he returned, with an apple and water, but instead of moving towards her, he moved away, towards the bed.

‘Come here.’

What now? What other twisted thing would he do next? Dangle the apple in front of her eyes? Make her clean? Make her say twisted things?

Jiyeon walked over, cautiously sitting on the bed, where she was finally allowed to have her apple, and she savored every bite.

Would… she be sleeping here tonight? Taehyung didn’t seem to nudge her back towards the sofa, so Jiyeon assumed that she was, and she wouldn’t be asking him. Jiyeon didn’t speak up as she ate her apple and then had her water, starting to feel much better.

Images of earlier kept flashing in front of her eyes, which she tried to push away, wanting to forget.

Soon after, Jiyeon laid down, laying on her back and pulling up the sheets to her chest, as she stared at the ceiling, not daring to look Taehyung’s way.

Her body relaxed into the mattress, it had been so long since she was able to sleep in a real bed. Jiyeon practically fell asleep the moment she laid her head on the pillow, her body exhausted from the things Taehyung put her through.

Jiyeon was at peace for the majority of the night, only slipping into a nightmare in the early morning.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe I am back, I thought this day would never come…” Jiyeon breathed in relief, entering her childhood home. “Grandma, grandpa! It’s me, I am back!” Jiyeon kicked off her shoes and dashed through the livingroom. “I escaped!” She entered the living room, spotting her grandparents.

“Grandma!” Jiyeon wrapped her arms around her, but to her surprise, she shoved her away.

“Do not touch me!” Her grandmother shrieked, striking her granddaughter in the face.

“You are despicable.” Her husband joined, wrapping an arm around her in support.

“What…” Jiyeon winced, placing a hand on her cheek.

“We know what you did, really? We were grieving you every single minute, and you went ahead and were having sexual intercourse like some prostitute?’

“No, no! Grandma that’s not how it went!” Jiyeon protested, but it fell on deaf ears.

“Get out of my house! If I knew you would’ve turned out like this, I would’ve left you rot in your mother’s house, I suppose the apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree…” Her grandmother spat. “Take her out of our home.”

“No, no, grandpa please!” And just like that, Jiyeon was shoved out, before the door locked behind her, and she cried on the ground.

Lost, Jiyeon sat on the ground, sobbing as she tried to think of what to do and for a few minutes all she could do was cry.

‘Oh Jiyeonnie, you made a very big mistake…’ His voice sounded, and Jiyeon spun around, seeing the man hovering over her.

“Grandma! Please! Please! He is here! He is going to kill me, please!” Jiyeon shrieked, banging her arms against the door, but it didn’t matter.

His knife pierced right through her back.

And for once, Jiyeon was grateful when she was woken up by her abductor, her eyes shifting around the room in confusion, her hands clamping onto his as fearful shaky breaths escaped from her lips as she stared right ahead of her.

“Where’s…” Right. She was at Taehyung’s place, and she wasn’t on his sofa anymore, she was allowed to sleep in his bed last night. “I… will get ready.” Jiyeon soon changed her words, scooting to the edge of the bed before she pushed herself off, absentmindedly heading to the bathroom where she freshened herself up and got dressed.

However, this morning was slightly different. Instead of the usual breakfast at the dining table, Taehyung announces that Jiyeon had to pack some lunchboxes instead as they would be taking it with them.

Normally, Jiyeon wouldn’t have minded this change to their routine, or rather, she would’ve welcomed a step out of this monotone day to day life that she was forced to life… but this time, it made her anxious.

What was he planning?

Of course, Jiyeon obeyed, packing everything, including something to drink, and she stayed in the kitchen, waiting for any of his orders. But that was it for this morning, and she was brought outside.

It was almost like they were going on a date. Which brought Jiyeon to a question she had on her mind.

“Taehyung…” Jiyeon called out with a soft voice, her steps slowing down on the path that led them through the green area around the property. “I hope I don’t sound blunt but… well, what are we?” Jiyeon gulped, uncertain where she got the courage from to ask her kidnapped this.

But she wanted to know, what was on this man’s mind? The assault, last night, the forced kisses, the use of nicknames she only have heard with married couples, and his drive to keep her here. This was different, this could no longer be blamed on the radio show and his anger towards the existence of it, and taking it out on her.

If he loved her, developed feelings for her, then… perhaps there was hope.

It could mean that he wasn’t planning on killing her.

“I mean… what are we for real? Not pretending… but… for real-real. Are we like a couple? Like… boyfriend and girlfriend.” Jiyeon paused, picking at her sleeve, hoping she wasn’t overstepping.

“I’m sorry, I am just curious, if that’s okay…” Jiyeon carefully asked, holding in a breath as she looked down at her feet, her imaginary fingers crossed hoping that the question wouldn’t offend him.

[🎙️]

Taehyung leaned against the bed frame’s post, arms lazily crossed at his chest. No readable expression painted his features, but his eyes studied the young woman.

She looked.. right curled up in the empty space that always occupied half of his bed. As if the spot was made for her, and her alone.

A smirk wanted to tug on his lips, but he forced it back. It was obvious how uncomfortable, how unsure, Jiyeon felt sitting on his bed. Just like a dog allowed up on the couch for the first time, unsure if they’re going to get in trouble at any moment.

“Lay down.” The killer’s arms unfolded as he pushed himself off the wooden post, taking the apple core from her. He discarded it in the washroom before quickly freshening himself up for the night, finally changing out of his day clothes.

By the time he sauntered back into the bedroom, the girl was fast asleep. Her chest rising as falling in a tranquil pace. Her expression nothing short of peaceful. It wasn’t a sight he got to see often.

The weight of his body dipping the mattress did nothing to wake her up. Not did his arm snaking around her waist, pulling her body into his. Her back flush against his chest.

It was like they were 2 pieces of a puzzle that fit together perfectly. Jiyeon was made for him, she was his missing piece. The universe couldn’t be clearer.

“Good night, little birdie.” He whispered, a kiss planting on the side of her neck before he too drifted off to sleep, keeping her in his iron tight hold.

—

“Rise and shine, Jiyeonnie. Wake up.” Taehyung hummed, nudging the woman’s shoulder. Was she truly that exhausted, or was she ignoring him, trying to squeeze in a few extra minutes like a disobedient girl? “You won’t like what’ll happen if you make me count to 5.”

It took a moment, but Jiyeon eventually woke. Although unlike he expected, she was visibly disoriented. Fear shining in her honey brown eyes, her chest heaving. She clutched his hand in hers, desperately seeking safety, comfort, something like it.

His eyebrows furrowed for a split second before the realization became clear; a nightmare. It was easily quite obvious. “.. Yes, get dressed. I’ll be waiting downstairs. 5 minutes.” His eyes followed her as she scampered off to the bathroom, the touch of her hands still burning on his.

This morning was almost like any other, aside from a small deviation he had in mind. After the girl joined him downstairs, she prepared them both breakfast, and at his request, some travelling lunches.

“Come, let’s go for a walk.” Taehyung finally announced his secret intentions after their morning meal.

Take her for a tour around the rest of her new home. Everything else she hasn’t yet seen.

The morning was perfect. The fresh smell of rain lingering in the air. Light patters sprinkling on their umbrella. Their arms linked together as Taehyung led his prisoner along the path on his property.

“Yes, darling?” The killer spoke after Jiyeon’s sweet voice softly called out. Wet pebbles and fallen leaves crunched under their shoes. “What are we?” He repeated her rather blunt question, amusement raising in his tone.

His movements stop, which ultimately made the girl’s as well. His hand lifted to her chin, tilting it up so he could perfectly look into her eyes, savour every expression that decorated her face. “Let’s start with the basics, hm? You are mine. I own you. You are whatever I want you to be, whether it’s my girlfriend or simply my plaything. I decide.” He leaned in, his lips centimetres away from her ear. “… But couple does have a nice ring to it, don’t you think? I think I like the sound of that.” He pulled away, this time grabbing her face to make her look at him again. “My obedient little girlfriend. You’d like that too, wouldn’t you, dirty girl?”

Of course, he was beginning to see Jiyeon more than just a potential victim, a toy he could play around with whenever he pleased. She was meant to be his partner, dare he say future wife. However, there was no way he could let her think she had any type of power or influence over him.

His lips pressed against hers, but before finally stepping away, he muttered against her lips, “Don’t worry, I’ll mould you into my perfect girl. We do have plenty of time together.” He gave another peck before stepping away. “Unless you somehow win your way out of here.” He spoke, yet his tone was condescending, as if the idea of her ever being able to beat him was purely ridiculous.

Although, unknowingly to her, even if she managed to win against him, he never plans to let her go.

They continued on their walk through the trees, a few leaves occasionally falling to the ground around them. Far off in the distance, through a small clearing of trees, a few of the city’s sky scrapers peaked in the distance.

“Tell me, Jiyeonnie, how far do you think the city is from here?” Taehyung suddenly mused, breaking the silence. “On foot.” He clarified, for his own entertainment.

#🎙anon #yandere taehyung #serial killer!taehyung

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heftbyjapanesebreakfast · 2 years

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living with ur grandparents is insane like me and my grandma come back from target and my grandpa's phone battery has somehow exploded and there is smoke all through the house and a huge black burnt spot on his bathroom floor and he can barely even explain what happened and my grandma is saying he's lying and he did it on purpose like?????😭😭😭

#locked myself in my room fan on full blast hoping there aren't any deadly fumes 😭#m

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tveitertotwrites · 2 years

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Tattoo

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

Summary: One night after work, Ethan finds something on Claire that he's never seen before

Word Count: 1202

It was 7pm on a Saturday when Claire came over to Ethan's apartment to have dinner and stay for the night. Both Claire and Ethan had just finished their shifts about two hours before and Claire quickly went over to her apartment to shower and change before going over.

When she got there, he greeted her with a hug and a kiss like normal. He then gently took her stuff from her and neatly set it down while she took her shoes off. They were still freshly new into their relationship at this point so Ethan felt the need to take care of her stuff for her.

Once they were done, Ethan gently took Claire's hand and led her to the dining room and had her sit down at the table. He then went into the kitchen and grabbed two plates and put some of the food onto them before walking back over to the table and placing one of the plates in front of her. He then set his plate in front of his spot and sat down.

The two of them smiled at each other before digging into their food. They made some small talk as they ate and held hands. Once they were done, Claire grabbed the plates and took care of washing them while Ethan put the leftovers away. When Ethan finished putting it all away, Claire was finishing up the dishes by drying them and he turned towards her and wrapped his arms around her hips. After she finished, Claire turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

“Thank you for dinner. It was really nice.” Claire said.

“You're welcome. Thank you for coming over.”

They both smiled at each other and Claire made her way onto the tips of her toes, which Ethan saw as a sign to lift her up into his arms. She then kissed him again and he walked with her in his arms to the bedroom. Once they were in there, Ethan closed the door and gently pulled his lips away from hers.

“Do you want to take a shower?” Ethan asked.

Claire nodded her head and he walked her into the bathroom and set her on the counter while he turned the shower on and left to go grab both of them towels and clothes. She then gently jumped down and slowly started to take off her clothes. When Ethan came back into the bathroom, Claire had both her shirt and pants off and was in the process of taking off her bra. He then began to take off his clothes and she waited for him to finish before stepping into the shower.

Once the two of them were in the shower they slowly started to wash each other. While their hands were roaming each other’s bodies, neither Claire nor Ethan were paying attention with their eyes. It wasn’t until both of them were out of the shower and had started to dry themselves off, that Ethan noticed something dark near Claire’s hip.

“Hey sweetheart?”

“Yeah?”

“What is that on your hip?”

Claire looked down to see her tattoo of two blue butterflies. She then realized that Ethan had never seen it before because they never really paid attention to what each other’s bodies looked like whenever they were together.

“Oh. You mean the tattoo?” Claire said and Ethan nodded.

“It’s a tattoo that I got when I was eighteen. I got it the day after my birthday and I got it for my grandmother.”

Claire sat down and started to put her sleep clothes on and Ethan sat down next to her and did the same. She was going a little slower than he was and Ethan noticed it. Once he was done, Ethan turned towards her and noticed that Claire’s eyes were watering a little. He then gently wrapped one of his arms around her and she leaned into him and started to cry on his shoulder. Ethan was certainly confused but waited for her to lift her head up and explain to him instead of demanding that she tell him.

“So, you know that my parents were the greatest. They definitely weren’t the worst but they had their own things that they did that weren't good. Anyways, whenever I needed a break from them, I would always go over to my grandparents house. It didn’t seem like a problem to my parents as they seemed to not care about anything unless it involved my younger sisters. Since my mother’s parents lived right next to us, I could always go over without getting yelled at and have a fun time with people who I know loved me, especially my grandmother. So when she passed away when I was 13, I was devastated to say the least.”

Ethan just continued to listen to her as she told him about her relationship with her grandmother. He knew about her relationship with her parents but he didn’t know much about her grandparents. He felt extremely terrible as he continued to have his arm around her and rubbed her shoulder.

“So I knew by the time I was sixteen that I definitely wanted to get a tattoo in honor of her, and whenever my mother saw a butterfly she would say ‘Hi, mom’ and the last color I remember being her favorite was blue so mixed them together and got one butterfly to represent her and one to represent me. And most of the time when I look at it, it calms me down.”

Claire then brought her head into his shoulder and started to cry a little more. Ethan then brought his other arm around her and rubbed her shoulder and let her cry. Eventually the cries turned into sniffles and she lifted her head back up and Ethan gently kissed her on the forehead.

“Thank you for telling me that. You didn’t have to.”

“I know but I figured I should. Plus you have told me pretty much everything about your family so I wanted to tell you more about mine.”

Ethan let out a sigh and slowly started to pepper kisses all over Claire’s face. He then started to speed them up as he felt her start to smile, which then turned into a laugh. Then the two of them laid down on the bed and slowly made their way under the covers. Once both of them were mostly under, Ethan slowly slipped his hand down her shorts and underwear and pulled them enough to where her tattoo was exposed. He then began to gently run his hand over it, gently letting it go over the detailed design and the shape of her hip.

“It looks really pretty. It suits you.”

“Thank you babe.”

Claire then placed her hands on both sides of his face and kissed him passionately. Once both of them let each other go, Claire laid her head on Ethan’s chest as he continued to run his hand over the tattoo. The motion caused Claire to fall asleep, and once Ethan noticed it, he slowly started to stop rubbing and he kissed her temple as he started to make himself fall asleep.

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