#MA'AM... WE'RE SAYING WIPE YOUR FACE

[rafesbbdoll]

ticket repay ✩ rafe cameron

୨˚̣̣̣୧ where dumb!reader tries to get out of a ticket with officer!rafe.

warnings ׅ 　female!reader, cursing, cheating, drunk driving, smut, blowjob in public but hidden, reader is actually dumb as hell, mentions of law enforcement, reader is 22 & rafe is 34

word count ׅ 　1.2k

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it was 1:27 AM on the streets kildare. it was quiet in some areas, some loud and booming with music. you just so happened to find yourself at a party that a few kooks had thrown in celebration of a new edition on the island, expanding figure eight. you were drinking with some other girls, giggling and dancing with a drink in your hand. your head was to floaty to comprehend that time was going by fast. before you knew it, it was 2:03 AM.

your boyfriend had texted you several times, called you, and even tried to contact your friends, but you were having too much fun to notice. it wasn't until you felt sick when you decided to head out for the night. you had grabbed your purse and made sure your phone and keys before heading out. your feet stumbled upon each other as you walked clumsily to your car.

now, you knew this wasn't safe, but how else would you get home?! you didn't want to leave your car at some random house where you wouldn't remember the address, so your best bet was to attempt to drive back home. once you got into your car, you blinked a couple of times, trying to fix up your vision. taking out with phone, you texted your boyfriend back, letting him know you're on your way back.

you knew that he would be mad at you, but at least you were coming home! clumsily, you put the keys into the ignition before starting and driving off. the roads were were mostly empty, occasional cars passing by, side eyeing you from their window. unbeknownst to you, you were swerving in your lane, as well as driving 10 miles under the posted speed limit. singing your heart out to your spotify playlist, you were unaware of the flashing police lights from behind you.

it wasnt until you heard and male voice come from a speaker when you pulled over to the side. you turned your music down, winding down your window with a confused pout on your face. "what? i didn't even do anything," you slurred to yourself. a few min later, a cop walked up to your window. you looked up at the man, noticing his uniform, making your heart drop.

"good evening ma'am. do you know why i stopped you tonight?", he asked, flashing his light into the car to get a look at you and your surroundings. you shook your head, looking up at him with your dazed eyes. "i wasn't doing anything bad. jus' on the way home," you slurred to him. he chuckled at you, noticing your eyes. "have you been drinking tonight?"

you blinked slowly before replying, "only a little bit." he could obviously tell that you were lying, your leg bouncing up and down in your seat. "what's your name again, officer?", you asked. "officer rafe cameron," he replied. "can you step out of your vehicle for me?", he requested, standing back enough for you to open the door. you frowned and sniffled before opening the door and stepping out. "am i under arrest?", you asked, stepping over to him, your blown out eyes brimming with tears.

he sighed before explaining, "not yet. just gonna run some sobriety tests to see how much you've had to drink." you nodded, wiping the falling tears off your cheeks. "what's your name, hun? gotta write it for our records," he explained while taking out a small notebook. "y/n l/n.... you said i wasn't under arrest!", you mumbled to him, crossing your arms and turning away.

"you're not. just have to write it down, okay? the first test we're gonna take is this: say your abc's backwards," he explained to you. you giggled a little bit, "that's easyyy! z... y... x... w... v... t... r... s...." he shook his head, sighing to himself. "you failed, y/n. let's try walking in a straight line, hm?" you huffed in confusion, swearing to yourself that you did it correctly. "but- its right!" officer cameron laughed in response before orchestrating the next test for you.

after you failed the other tests dramatically, officer cameron finally had enough of your antics. "alright miss. you will be receiving a ticket tonight for driving under the influence. do you have someone that can take you home tonight?", he asked, staring down at your face. your bottom lip wobbled, shaking your head. "i can't get a ticket! i didn't do anything wrong", you said to him, moving to tug at his uniform.

he looked down into your eyes, moving his hands on your shoulders to adjust you slightly, "i'm sorry sweetheart, but these are the repercussions." you tugged at his uniform again, looking up at him. he could stop the way his cock stirred in pants as he looked into your eyes, the desperate yet helpless look in your eyes. "i'll do anything, just no ticket please," you sniffled, your hands moving to his belt buckle.

"y/n. this is not appropriate behavior. you know that," he said quietly to you. you blinked up at him, moving your clumsy fingers to unbuckle his belt. "please, i-i don't want to have a ticket. i'll be good i swear," you say, reaching your hand down into his pants. rafe grunted lowly, sighing once your hand removed his cock from his pants

your eyes looked down at his dick, sucking in a breath at his size. rafe looked around, making sure that you two were in a secluded area. he then looked down, finding you on your knees in front of him. letting out a shaky breath, he spoke, "go 'head. get out of a ticket, hm?" you nodded, taking his tip in your mouth a sucking gently. your thighs squeezed together in order to stop the throbbing from your cunt.

having had enough, he took your head into his hands, pushing himself fully down your throat making you gag. he loud out a moan, head tilting back into the night sky, his hips moving back and forth into your mouth. your hands had moved onto his thighs to hold on for support as his pace quickened. he grunted as his tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly, "fuckfuck ㅡ you're so good, y/n. no more ticket, a'ight?", he groaned, his fingers tangling in your hair.

you moaned around him, taking him out of your mouth to jerk him off. "thank you s-so much," you replied, looking up at him with your fucked out eyes. the idea of a police officer always turned you on, but now that you finally have your hands on one, it made you so much more horny. yes, you knew it was wrong to cheat on your loving boyfriend at home, but you couldn't have this on your record!

before you know it, rafe was finishing on your face, groaning as he watched his cum mark you. he sighed, his high subsiding. you stood back up on shaky legs, watching him closely. your fingers collected his cum from your cheeks, putting them in your mouth to get a taste. you hummed to yourself at his taste; it was salty yet sweet in a weird way which made your head even more fuzzy than before.

"good?", you asked. rafe nodded, tucking himself back into his pants. he fixed up your hair and fixed your lips before speaking, "don't let me or one of my guys catch you again." he took out his notepad again, writing down something before giving it to you: his number.

and that's how your relationship began.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

@13hischiers @rafestoothbrush @ohgodimgoungtodie @massivepenguinfart

[hyperfixiation-station]

Behind Enemy Lines Pt.3

CW: swearing, injuries, medical inaccuracies Summary: You were a friendly medic, captured years ago and held prisoner, forced to do do the bidding of your captors. Years later, a man by the name of Ghost is dragged in and changes the trajectory of your life. A/N: I had severe ADHD, and i am unmedicated rn, and it makes it really hard to work on things unless I get the hyperfocused drive for it, so I'm sorry I'm so bad at making the other parts to my fics. Know that I will never abandon them. it just might take me a while. Edit: Fixed Pronoun continuity 1.1k words(I figured out word count on google docs) Idea Playlist Part 1 Part 2

"It's not the simple." The nurse says calmly, "do you see how their skin has grown over the stitching? The thread has fused to their skin. We can't just 'pull it out'."

"Well then what do you have to do?" Price snaps, "We need them to talk."

"They won't be 'talking' for a good long while. Their jaw is dislocated, and shows signs of having been that way for years. No matter what we do it keeps falling back out of place. It will be wired shut for the next few months. Besides," The nurses crosses his arms, " I wouldn't be surprised if they never talk again. The level of trauma they've sustained is..."

"I don't give a fuck about their 'levels of trauma'." Price runs a hand over his face, "They are the only source of information we have on this group. We need answers."

"Yeah well, you released them into my care. And I say they need rest and rehabilitation. You can't talk to them yet. And if you keep arguing with me, I won't let you see Ghost either."

"You can't-"

"Oh I can. You maybe be large and in charge out there, but once you enter these doors? This is my house. And I say you need to leave. So go."

"Go, John." Price whips around as Laswell rounds the corner. She looks haggard, a look in her eyes that tells him there's something more going on.

"Kate-"

"You can't do anything right now. Go. there's a file in my office you need to read." Price huffs, spinning on his heel and stalking out.

" i want update's on their condition." Laswell tells the nurse, "You have my full permission to do whatever is needed to get them healthy again. Treat them as you would a friendly, not an enemy."

"Yes ma'am." Laswell dismisses the nurse, watching as he walks back down the hallway and out of sight. She lets out a long sigh, running a hand through her hair. It was gonna be a looooong week.

~~~~

"You're alright luv, we ain't gonna hurt you." The nurse says, gently pulling your hair out of your face and tying it back, "We're just gonna take a look at your injuries, mkay?"

You nod warily, eyes blown wide. This scene is familiar to you in more ways than one. You know that tone, those words, they are things you said countless times before your capture, your hands smoothing back hair, wiping away tears.

But those memories are tainted with fear. The antiseptic, the white coats, the needles, the tools. All things that got you to your current state. The fact that you are handcuffed to the bed doesn't help.

"We're gonna start with getting an IV set up. mkay luv? it's just gonna be some pian meds and some hydration." The nurse says as she inspects your arms, grimacing at the track marks on them.

You let soft a soft whine, shaking your head as another nurse approaches you with the IV.

"You're extremely dehydrated luv, we need to get some fluids in you. It'll only hurt for a moment." The nurses grabs your arm, tying the tourniquet around your bicep.

You close your eyes, trying to breathe through the panic. In through the nose, out through the mouth. except you can't breathe through your mouth.

"Breathe, luv." The nurse says soothingly, "Slow down." But you can't. you can't you can't you can't you can't you can't. Oh God what if they follow through? They said if you couldn't obey they'd out your tongue out next. You want to protest, but you can't. They took that away from you.

You lets out another distressed whine, tear sliding down your cheeks. You can barely breathe, your nose filling up with snot. You strain against the handcuffs at the feeding tube is yanked out your nose, the burning sensation barely noticeable over your panic. Something new is shoved in, a cannula to force oxygen into your body.

"Lets push some ketamine, we need them complaint for the tests."

"Can someone restrain their legs, they keep kicking!"

"This tube is disgusting, they did not maintain things properly. Lets book 'em for a J-tube."

"Oh God, their mouth."

"It'll be okay luv, we'll have you right as rain soon." The nurse from before smiles kindly at you before everything goes dark.

~~~~~~~

The first thing Ghosts notices is that he's no long restrained. He feigns sleep, straining his ears to listen for the signs of anyone in the room. All he hears is the whir of air conditioning and the beeping of a heart monitor. The air smells of antiseptic. A hospital then.

He opens his, blinking hard to clear his vision. His muscles relax as he realizes he's back on base, safe at last. it's then that his brain registers the pain. It's dull, probably because of the pain meds coursing through his system, but its there.

Everything hurts, a dull ache pulsing through his muscles. His side hurts the worst, and as he looks down at his hospital gown, he remembers.

"Fucking fix him." The medic stumbled into his cell, their eyes wide as they stared at him. he cried out, straining against his bond ss the medic stuck their hands in the gaping wound on his side.

His vision blurred, black dots dancing in front of his eyes. Fuck. he was going die. He didn't want to die. Not now. not when he'd finally found people worth fighting for.

He blinks, and suddenly Soaps face is above his. Oh God, he really was dying, wasn't he.

"-We'll shoot you." Shoot him? Why were they going to shoot him? To put him out of his misery? He moaned as thy started moving, the motion sending burning pain through his body.

And the medic. the medic was still there, their stupid masked face next to Soaps as he was carried away.

Ghost blinks, shaking the memory off. The medic was here. The medic was here. He didn't think to much on it though, as the cocktail of drugs he is on drags him back under.

~~~~~~~

Price stared at the file on Laswell's desk, a sick feeling in his stomach. It contained all the dossiers on a team that had been K.I.A, 4 soldiers...and a medic.

It was you, no doubt a bout it. You had a light in your eyes that was gone now, your hair was short, your skin unblemished. But it was undoubtedly you.

8 years. You had been presumed dead for 8 years. 8 years you had spent in an enemy base, being tortured and broken. It made Price sick.

"Well?" Laswell leans against the door, " You gonna take them?"

"What?" Price spins around, staring hard at her.

"You've got a thing for strays, John. You don't want this one?" Price huffs out a laugh, shaking his head.

"I don't think I'm the only one with a thing for strays, eh Kat?" With that, he dumps the files into a printer and make 3 copies, one for each of his men.

"Ghost is gonna love this."

A/N: yay! Part 3 is here! Hope yall enjoy :) Ghost and the medic will actually get to interact in the next part. Sorry about the medical stuff, I'm not a nurse or anything so the interacions might sound weird. Also sorry, this one is also kind of short lol tags: I definitely didn't get them all, I'm sorry there was just so many of you @smile6890 @cricricorner @unclearblur @redzluvvesage @just-a-harmless-potato-05  @vesna-the-spring @princess312 @norsehorseofcourse-blog @bonniperinktrance @soggywafflezz  @littlebunie @sirbonesly @havoc973 @mommymilkers0526 @thegreyjoyed @pinkiliciousgunp0int @poopoobuttsy @darcellethedreamer @kamote-kuneho @z-wantstowrite @i-ate-ur-fries @fakeguysarehot @shitrandom @yunho-leeknow @idontreallyexistyet @smile6890 @thesehandsarerated-e

[nikamuhlsrealwife777]

Anything Juju Watkins, she’s seriously underrated 🙏🏻

FOREVER YOURS - J.W.

First juju fic....kinda scared....but let me know if I should keep writing for her

"Juju...i already told you," I could feel my frustration bubbling up. Catching her in the act of kissing another girl was not on my bingo card of the year. "It's a no. I don't care what you have to say, we're done."

"baby....please...its not what it looked like," following like a lost puppy, Juju begged. I couldn't care less in the moment.

Her hand wraps around my wrist, trying to stop me from walking further away. I stopped, looking down at the contact. The calmness of her tone, it further the irritation that was brewing.

I ripped my arm from her grip, "I said I don't want to hear what you have to say. Leave me the f-"

"Y/n....calm down...okay."

"No! If you weren't sucking someone's else face...i wouldn't be acting like this!" I spun around, our eyes meeting. The hurt in her eyes made me want to calm down, but nothing was stopping the hurt that I felt. "I really thought I could trust you...and you walked all over me. My trust...my ego...my love for you. I just need some space...please."

Tears swelled in my eyes. Juju's seemed to mirror. "Okay. I can give you space," she looked down, wiping her eyes before looking back at me, "I love you."

I nod. I had nothing else to say. My legs turned me around, walking me out of the packed party. The party, that if I stayed would have burned something within me, was for the women's team defeating the undefeated UCLA. Maybe she got too cocky. But that cockiness just ruined our whole relationship.

2 weeks later....

It's been hard. I missed her more than I would like to admit. Her sarcasm used to fill the awkward moments with friends. Her jokes flowing in conversation resulting in fits of laughter. Then, her presence. It was grounding, calming, and I needed all of that in my life. But Juju was that....and she wasn't here.

I struggled to pull myself out of bed, groaning with the motion. Hating myself and the world had become a more common thing for me these days. I hated myself for not listening to the girl cause what if she really hadn't done anything. Maybe I jumped to conclusions, maybe I was a jerk, maybe I was the one who didn't deserve her. Not the other way around.

Throwing on whatever was near, I made my way out of the sloppy dorm room. Opening the door, to my surprise, I was welcomed with many holding flowers.

"uh...excuse me," he looked down at the small paper attached to the bouquet of roses, "Y/n? These are for you."

"I think you might have the wrong y/n. Nobody is gonna send me anything," I closed my door, locking before turning back around to face the guy.

"Y/n l/n....from Juju Watkins? Does that sound right?"

Shock washed over me. Why would Juju send me flowers? "Um...yeah...yeah that sounds right."

"well," he held them out, "here you go. Have a nice day, ma'am."

"than-thank you." I stood there, flowers in hand, dumbfounded. I couldn't piece together why, the woman I yelled at and refused to say 'i love you' back too, would send flowers to me.

Quickly, I read the small note attached to the stem. Hoping that it would tell me why she would.

'I know your probably not happy with me...but I wanted to send you flowers (even tho Valentine's day was a little while ago...) for V' day. I would never not get you something....but I figured it would have been stupid to send something right after everything went down. Just know, I'm sorry that what happened happened. I'm always ready to talk whenever you are. I love you too much to not wait. Love, Juju'

"it's not too much is it?" Her voice rang through my ears, my head snapping up to meet the girl I've been missing tremendously.

Juju.

Sniffling, I pulled her into a tight embrace, "I've missed you so much." The words mumbled into my shoulder. Her arms tighten their hold on around me, pulling me impossibly closer.

"I've missed you too," a broken chuckle fell from my lips, "even if I don't necessarily like you right now."

Juju's body tensed, "can we talk about...what happened, please?"

I nodded, escaping her hold to unlock the door. Opening it, I step in allowing Juju to follow.

"I'm so sorry you saw me kiss another girl....but I didn't kiss her. She kissed me. I was drunk...she was drunk....she thought I was into her....so she took her shot. I pushed her off of me, but she latched back on as you walked in. I wish I could've been able to stop you from seeing it. I would have told you what happened....i just wish everything would have went down another way. I'm sorry baby." Juju was almost begging for forgiveness. Her words sinking in, my brain deciding whether to trust her or not. Something in the way she let everything just crash through whatever dam was holding it in convinced me, convinced me that she was telling the truth.

"okay."

"okay?"

"I accept your apology and now I want kisses to make up for it," I held my arms out, hoping the girl would just go with it. To my liking, she did.

"God I've wanted to kiss you for weeks," a smirk settled on her lips, well, before her lips crashed onto mine.

My arms snaked around her neck as her hands fell to my waist. Her grip tight and dominant, almost like she would never let me go. Our lips moved against each other like they were made to be kissed by the other. A feeling of familiarity settled within me. Thoughts seemed to not form properly, other than one thought. We were meant to be, and nothing was going to get in the way of that again.

Once we were both on the verge of not breathing, we broke apart. Smiles stretched across both of our faces as the realization set in.

"I love you more than anything," I whispered, resting my head on her shoulder. Juju's arms pulling me into a hug, the warmth of her embrace calming me. The grounding feeling I had been missing not even an hour ago.

"I love you too, Y/n. More than my own life," the words seemed to effect me more than they had ever before. I felt like she truly meant it.

Nothing would ever break my trust in her again.

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A/n : ha...ha....if this is trash, let me know and I won't ever write for juju again.

But if y'all like....let me know and I'll definitely write for her again.

(I'm truly in love with this woman....shes another one of my wives.)

[theegyal]

HUSH, [ Annie x Smoke ]

Words : 3K

CHAPTER 5 : The Married Woman

8:33 AM

The old man hunched behind his desk, staring nervously at the figure standing in his front office.

"You're not Mr. Smoke. What—who are you?"

"His cousin," Stack growled, irritated. "Bitch, I come all the way here, talkin' 'bout wrong twin, but you keep askin' dumbass questions. can't read no damn room, motherfucker?"

Stack glared and pulled his gun from his pocket.

"You sit tight, hands on the table, and don't make a damn sound."

Roberts obeyed. He sank carefully into the chair, holding his breath. He knew it—knew helping that Manson man was a mistake. If only he hadn't been so greedy, he might've avoided ending up in this mess.

"Well, well," Stack drawled. "A little bird told me you did somethin' real bad, doc."

He moved toward the table with a predator's ease, slapping the back of his gun against the clean, pale wall.

"Please, wait—I got money! I didn't mean to—"

Stack smacked his own temple, agitated. It was a habit, something he did every time the tension started to mount.

"Fuck.I don't even know you. Why Doctor Clayman ain't the one runnin' shit?" Stack sucked his teeth. "Anyway, we grown men. And you know what grown men do—talk. We cool?"

He dropped into the chair across from Roberts.

8: 45 AM

"Oh no, Lois..."

The baby blurped onto Annie's shirt.

Unaware of the mess she'd made, Lois smiled wide, giggling like nothing in the world could touch her.

"Oh ma'am!" Annie gasped, flustered but not angry. She adored her daughter—even when she was fully stained with vomit.

"I know it's your birthday, Lulu. No need to remind me," she said, laughing as she pinched the baby's chubby cheeks.

They had planned a party. First birthday. Something simple—cake, balloons, music from the radio, a little folding table out back.

And now?

There would be no party.

Life had other plans.

She was still wiping her blouse when the first ring came.

She didn't hear it.

The second one snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Shit."

She stood up quickly, peeling off the dirtied shirt and scuffing it beneath the sofa. She pulled on a clean blouse and hurried barefoot to the door.

"Morning, Madam Moore."

It was supposed to be a calm day. Pancakes. Laundry. Maybe a phone call from Stack about Elijah.

But most of all—mother and daughter moments.

And now these two men stood on her porch��stiff-backed, in dark uniforms that didn't belong to any mail service she knew.

Bad news never needed an appointment.

She opened the door halfway.

"Who are you?"

The taller one adjusted his cuffs. No smile. No warmth.

"We're here on behalf of ****Mortgage. This is a notice of default and scheduled foreclosure. You'll need to vacate the property by the end of the month."

Annie frowned, voice low and flat.

"What're you talkin' about? We've been paying that loan."

"Mr. Elijah Moore was the primary borrower. Since his passing, the loan has fallen into risk status. The bank has opted to initiate repossession. It's standard protocol when the surviving party cannot demonstrate sufficient income for continuation."

Annie blinked.

"He died for this country. And y'all came to take his house?"

The man didn't blink.

"We're just delivering notice, ma'am."

Her fingers tightened on the doorframe.

They had borrowed the loan right before Elijah left. He said it was time for them to do better.

And now he was somewhere else.

Somewhere with a white woman, building a new life.

While she and their daughter were about to be put out on the street.

On God, that man needed a hammer to the head just to recognize her face again.

Why the hell did they say she wasn't making enough?

She was a pharmacist.

Not a doctor, sure—but still. She ran one of the most trusted pharmacies in the neighborhood.

And still, it wasn't enough?

Chicago, huh.

She was a risk.

A widow.

A Black single mother.

That's all they saw.

"Got it." Her voice was flat.

"We're sorry."

"Get off."

She closed the door without looking back.

9:00 AM

Stack leaned back in the chair, eyeing Roberts like he was weighing which bone to break first.

"Now," he said dangerously calm "tell me exactly what type of shit you gave my brother."

Roberts shifted in his seat, sweating through his collar. "I—I'm not sure exactly what you're referring to—"

CRACK.

The butt of Stack's gun slammed hard across the man's jaw. Not enough to break it—but just enough to remind him death was a choice.

"Oh no. We grown, r'member ? Try again." Stack's voice never rose. His eyes narrowed. "You got one more time to play dumb."

Blood gathered in the doctor's mouth as he leaned forward, eyes wide and panicked.

"It was a sedative protocol—high-dose benzos, mood stabilizers, mild antipsychotics. Prescribed for PTSD and aggression management."

Stack snorted. "Oh ? You don't wanna be grown ? Taking me for a bitch perhaps? That shit ain't for no damn PTSD."

The doctor's eyes darted toward the hallway, but Stack shook his head.

"Ain't no one comin' to save you. So now tell me—where the hell's Doctor Clayman? Why he ain't the one pushin' them pills? He was the one taking care of Elijah at first !"

Roberts hesitated.

"Betta' talk." Stack clicked the sound of his gun.

"They forced Clayman off the case," Roberts mumbled. "When Mr. Elijah Moore was transferred to Denver... it wasn't just for rehabilitation. They—they were doing something else. Behavioral reprogramming. Chemical memory suppression. It was covert. I wasn't even supposed to know, but..."

He swallowed.

"But what?"

"But Colonel Manson, he made it clear the goal was to isolate Mr Moore. Cut off all personal ties. No contact with his past life. That's why they never told you he was being moved. Not until he was already there."

Stack's jaw tightened. The gun clicked as he reset the hammer.

"Where's Clayman now?"

Roberts hesitated again. Then dropped his eyes.

"He asked too many questions. Went missing a week later. Files cleared. Official word says 'transfer' but—"

"They killed him," Stack finished coldly.

Roberts didn't answer.

Stack leaned forward. His tone dropped to something quiet, sharp, and deadly.

"You know why Manson want my brother in particular?" It was sure not because they desert. Surely not because the man hated Stack.

Roberts shook his head quickly.

"No. I swear. I was just following orders. I didn't ask—I didn't want to ask."

Stack stared for a long moment, then lowered the gun to the table.

"You ever give my brother another dose of that brain rot shit, I will peel your life apart piece by piece. Wife, kids, your whole damn gene pool. You hear me?"

"Yes—yes sir—"

"no more sedatives. No more fog. You give the man somethin' good for memory recall. I want him to start rememberin' shit."

Roberts nodded fast, nearly weeping.

"I will, definitely. Cognitive enhancers. It's not guaranteed but—it's a start."

"Good. You see ? We both grown. And tell me what grown men do ?" Stack toyed him

"Talk" the old doctor replied, trembling.

"Next time I see you, doc... you better pray my brother's smilin'."

Elias stepped out of the hospital, shoulders rolled loose, mind locked tight. He'd said what he needed to say. Left Roberts shaking like a goddamn leaf in a lab coat.

Manson better have heard the warning loud and clear. But knowing that bastard, he'd probably laugh it off. Stack hoped he did.

He wanted a reason.

The parking lot was quiet. Cloudy. That sticky kind of heat building under the sky, waiting to break open.

Stack climbed into his car, metal hot under his hand, ready to pay a visit to some old friends. The ones you wished to never cross path at night.

He twisted the keys in the ignition then...

BRR-BRRT.

His phone buzzed against the dash.

"Huh?"

He picked up. A voice, rough and quiet, came through the line.

"Stack."

Stack blinked and sat up straighter.

"Smoke?"

"Been crouchin' in my car for two damn days. Trust me nigga, ain't goin' back to that white bitch house."

Stack narrowed his eyes, engine still off.

"Where the hell you at?"

"Close to your side. Like... three blocks down."

Elijah's voice dropped lower.

Still calm, but something in it sounded like he was holding breath through his teeth.

"She tried somethin'. Last night."

8 : 40 PM

"NO. You are not going to stay here crying all the night Annie."

"Hush Carol. Lois sleeping."

The said Carol didn't flinch, her high heels clapping on the floor.

"They gave you until the end of the month and you're already packing ?"

"I ain't going to let them have the last word. They want that house ? Fine. I'm leaving with Lois. Too tired to share home with ghost anyway" Annie retorted, her words bitter

The other brown skin woman, hold her curly long hair in a bun, removed her cabaret heels and started grabbing boxes here and here

"What the—?" Lois' mother reacted

" I'm helping you. We done and go to the club."

"Carol—"

"Shut your pretty ass off. I came all from Clarksdale, just to see you crying over a damn bastard who can't recognize the coochie that opened for him when he was broke. Now he full, veteran or watever they claimed, and SIR paraded with a white woman at his arm. God forbid"

Annie sighed. It was useless to reason her. Carol was like that. She received informations, mixed them at her own sauce and conclude.

"You came with him, left us. You bore his damn child Annie ! How could somebody forget his own blood ? No damn incident can justify a man forgetting about his family."

"He has issue Carol, Elijah is—"

"Stop giving him excuses. If he wants you he will get back on his damn feet and claim you back. We done the boxes, put some fine dress on this ass and we go"

"Lois—"

" Leshawna coming to watch her"

Annie rolled her eyes, her childhood friend prepared everything. Somehow seeing Carol, all agitated in her house making Annie remember the times they spent in Delta.

Carol had always been like this. She disliked the twins back then, so no wonder she was badmouthing right now.

"Who face eviction and first thing is clubbing..." Annie cursed under her breath, pouting

"Your goddamn ass baby. You will. See this ?" Carol bent over showing off her booty "you gonna shake that shit all night"

The women laughs echoed through every walls of the house.

8:55 PM

No wonder he always put distance with white chicks. Stack knew some acquaintances who got behind bars because they crossed limit with those. However, Elijah was not a random guy he came to know by chance.

What his brother confessed earlier the day still stuck in his throat, impossible to swallow.

"You ain't told me why yo shit got hard tho" Stack asked, pulling out smoke from his cigarette.

Elijah didn't answer right away. Not that he was ashamed to admit he was fucking a woman other than Olivia in his dream. But what was troubling was the resemblance the mysterious woman shared with the pharmacist he encountered earlier the same day.

"I went downtown buying pain relievers from a pharmacy, Hayes Pharmacy it named..."

"So the pain relievers was in fact a viagra ? You sure we twin ? Cause I ain't got no problem with my soldier down there" Stack laughed, teasing him.

"Shut it. I ain't bought no drug. Just the woman pharmacist, she was damn strange. She looked at me with those eyes..."

Stack grinned affectionately. He was relieved to see that no damn programs can stray his brother away from Annie. That nigga function was set up with her name script in it.

"That pharmacist huh ? How was she ?" Stack asked, provoking Elijah

"Tch" Elijah sucked his teeth, even if he hadn't recovered his memory yet, he learned to understand his brother's tricks "she was fine. Tall with a black obsidian skin. Full size, curvy body. The most beautiful part of her, would say were her eyes. Two roundish brown jewels, sloppy as she was always tired. I ever saw a glistening afro like hers before. She was wearing it in a updo, with a string of hair drilling down her breasts" Elijah hummed before continuing "she has no name tag. So I asked directly for it, instead"

Elias looked at his brother amazed. The first time he mentioned Annie's eyes was years ago. Stack remembered his brother stunned face when they bumped into her while she was sweeping her grandmother backyard.

His twin was stoned on place, mesmerized. He stuttered, eyes dilated, asked him about who she was, her family name, where to find her. Goddamn did Stack knew what to answer back then  !

"Still got a thing for these goddamn eyes huh, Elijah ?" Stack smirked, mumbling under his breath

"What ?"

"No, nothing" Stack said "just that I simply asked how she was and you gave me a whole essay. She got you huh" Stack chuckled

"She got ring on her finger. Stop disrespectin' her" Elijah stood off the giant armchair he was resting in.

"Bout' you ?"

"Ain't the same you know it."

"Cool. Still, that ain't telling me why ya got hard when that bitch pulled out ya dick bro"

"I was fucking that damn pharmacist—Annie in my dream."

Stack damn near choked. His laughter cut sharp, then turned into a wheeze as he leaned forward, wiping at his eyes.

"Boy—what?"

Elijah dropped back into the chair, arms crossed, jaw tight. He didn't repeat himself.

Stack blinked at him, half grinning, half shook.

"Goddamn."

Elijah stared straight ahead, unblinking.

"I woke up hard, confused. That blonde girl was pulling out my shit." Stack didn't move. He wasn't laughing no more.

"She laid there pretendin' she ain't know why. Like I ain't see that look in her eye."

"You ain't gotta explain none of that to me."

Elijah looked up, guarded. "Yeah? Feels like I do."

"No," Stack said. "You a man who got assaulted. End of story. Ain't no explanation needed when truth already bleeding out your mouth."

Stack rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"You said that, the woman pharmacist's name was Annie. Did it rang a bell ?"

"I don't know. I didn't even see her face in that dream"

"So, you just assumed it was Annie."

Elijah's mouth opened, then closed.

He shifted his glance somewhere left, as if the plain white wall became suddenly interesting.

"I—shit, man. Let's say she did turn me on a bit. Now what?"

Stack grinned, leaning back with arms crossed.

"Why you ain't get her then? I got her number, you know. She's a friend of mine."

Elijah snapped his head around. "You lyin'."

Stack shrugged, smug. "Try me."

"I ain't touchin' no married woman," Smoke muttered, shaking his head. "You saw that gold on her finger?"

"So?"

"So?" Elijah echoed, voice rising. "So I ain't that kinda man, nigga. No matter what I dreamed or how fine she is. I don't come between folks."

Stack raised a brow, amused. "Ain't say you had to snatch her ring off. Just... sayin' if she makin' you dream in color, maybe that ring doesn’t mean what you think it does."

Elijah scoffed, but the flinch in his eyes betrayed him.

"That ain't my business," he said, quieter now. "She ain't mine. And I ain't hers."

9:15 PM

"Carol. I don't feel good here."

"Relax. The night is still young."

Annie shifted on the leather barstool, tugging the hem of her dress down for the third time. It clung to her hips a little too tight, showed a little too much thigh. The neckline dipped lower than she remembered when Carol held it up at the house.

"This dress is too short Carol,"she whispered, eyes darting.

Carol didn't even look her way. She was already waving down the bartender with that southern confidence.

"It not short babe. It's sexy. And tonight we ain't playin' no damn Holy Mary."

Annie exhaled slow, her knees pressed tight. The lights spun above the dancefloor in flashes of blue and white, catching on the shimmer of sweat on bodies pressed too close. Her ears were already ringing from the bass, her heels sticking slightly to the beer-slick floor.

Both sat at the bar. Carol didn't stay long there, swinging to the center, shaking her whole body.

"Don't make the wait long Annie !" She shouted through the bass pulse

Annie rolled her eyes, decided to not leave this bar. Lord ! Her dress practically shoved up, showing her ass.

"Hey beautiful, how are you?"

Annie didn't turn right away. She heard the voice : smooth, confident—but kept her eyes on the drink menu she wasn't reading.

"I'm good," she answered.

He slid into the seat beside her, not too close. Well-dressed in a clean blazer, watch catching the bar light, cologne hanging but not heavy. He smiled, easy and polite.

"You sure? You look like you could use a drink."

She finally glanced at him. Mid-thirties maybe. Dark skin, arms covered with tattoos, trim beard, neat fade, calm eyes. He was handsome, undoubtedly. But she wasn't looking for anything he could offer.

"I'm alright, thanks."

He nodded, not pushing, just resting his elbows on the bar. But he didn't leave either.

"Long week?" he asked.

Annie gave a small sigh. "Something like that."

She was not playing hard to get, she just didn't want to get bother by such demi-godly creature, sitting by her side. Life taught her to always be aware of fine man.

He smiled again, then caught the bartender's eye. "Let me get her something light. Maybe cranberry and vodka? Just one."

Before she could protest, the drink was already being poured.

"I said I didn't—"

"I know," he said, handing it over. "But it's just a drink and—"

SPLASH

"Damn my bad. Thought you needed it more than her...I mean, a drink"

The man got drenched of cranberry, his blazer sticky and soaked, smelling of fierce vodka

Annie turned her gaze up, slowly, her heart catching in her throat. : Elijah

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[writtenbyan-aries]

This one shot is going to have reader being choked with a chain necklace, PLEASE DONT READ IF YOURE UNCOMFORTABLE!

Also, if you haven't read part 1, I suggest doing so before reading this part! 

Summary: request in the comments of part one - "omg maybe you can continue?? pleasee than jake finds out. or maybe that johnnie goes live again and y/n walks by and the chat sees her neck and asks in to it?" 

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, CHOKING with a metal chain, hair pulling, biting, scratching, oral (m rec), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, general filth 

Word count: 2.8K | not edited 

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Your fingers grazed over the slightly faded bruises from a few days ago. You're actually surprised they haven't gone away yet, same as Johnnie. 

"Whatcha doing?" Johnnie asks and you jump slightly, "God damn, I need to put a bell on you." 

He laughs, smiling as he walks up behind you, "Still haven't gone away, huh?" 

He reaches up to move your hair, looking at the yellowish brown color of the bruising, "Taking its good old time I guess." 

You laugh, spinning around to face him, "I guess so." You hook your finger over the same chain that was used to wrap around your neck, "What are your plans today?" 

You look up at him, and he smirks, "I talked Jake into doing a stream with me." 

You raise your brows, nodding, "Ah, sounds fun." 

"Yeah, I don't know what we're doing. Jake said he's bringing something over, so I'm kind of scared." 

You laugh, "Yeah, you never know what the man has planned." You slide your hands up his chest, "So I was thinking.." 

"Oh, I like when you think." Johnnie laughs softly and you twirl the chain around your finger, "maybe when you're done streaming.." you bite your lip and look up at him.

He tilts his head, "Mm, I see. You don't want those bruises to go away, do you?" 

You shrug, "I think of it.." you lean in closer to him, "As a semi-permanent necklace from the one I love dearly." 

He clears his throat, "Fuck, okay. I mean.." he sighs, "That's hot. I can't lie." 

You smirk, sighing slightly as you hear the front door open, "He has the worst possible timing on this planet." 

"Yo, john john." Jake yells, his footsteps growing closer as he walks back the hall, "Where the fak are ya!?" 

"I'm not here." Johnnie yells back and you try not to laugh too loudly. Jake walks back, stopping when he sees you and Johnnie. 

"Um, I'm just gonna.." he points with his thumb behind him and slowly takes a few steps back. 

"We're not doi-" 

Jake cuts you off, "Yeah, uh huh. Alright." 

You laugh, "You better go." Johnnie kisses your forehead, "Don't go too far." He smirks, giving you a wink before turning and running into the door frame. 

"Oh." You cover your mouth and he sighs, "You make me nervous. This is your fault." He points back to you before stepping over and walking out.

You shake your head laughing, flipping off the light switch as you walk out to the living room. 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

A little bit later, you hear Johnnie call for you from the room, "Hey babe." 

"Yeah?" You yell back. 

"Come here. There's donuts." 

You get up, walking back the hall, peaking your head around the opening, "Donuts you say?" 

"Yeah, come get some before ass face eats them all." Johnnie laughs and you tilt your head, "Johnnie, that wasn't nice." You smile walking in and Jake points to Johnnie like a child, "Ah ha. You got yelled at." 

"I'll yell at you next if you want me to." You say walking around to stand behind them. 

Jake shakes his head, mouth full of donut muffling his words, "No ma'am." He holds his hands up, "I'm good." 

You laugh, reaching between them to grab a donut from the box. 

You hear Jake whispering and donut pieces fly from his mouth, landing on Johnnie as he yells, "Johnnie! What did you do to y/n?" 

"Dude! Your donuts chunks are spewing all over me." Johnnie wipes himself off, looking up to read the chat quickly before looking at Jake, "What are you ta-" 

His eyes go wide, along with yours, and he starts to laugh nervously, "Oh, um.. that." 

Jake tosses his donut down, standing up a he wipes his icing covered fingers on his shirt, "What the fuck. Was this consensual?!"

"Oh my god." You turn away, "Can you not make it a big deal, Jake." 

Johnnie sits there, a nervous smirk on his face, "guys. I think.. I can try and explain this.." 

"No, guys. I don't think he tried to murder her." Jake answers the chat, "Johnnie is a menace." He laugh, "Yeah, a menace to society." 

You turn back around, "I'm just gonna, step over to the side." You laugh and walk out of camera view. 

"It was not, and I repeat not attempted murder." Johnnie lifts his hands, "That's my commentary. Moving on." 

"Was it from the chain around your neck?" Jake looks over at Johnnie, trying to hold back his laughter, "That's a great question." 

"I said moving on." Johnnie yells while laughing, "Jesus Christ." 

Your hand moves up to lay over your neck, taking in what just happened. 

"How many people are here?" Jake leans in, squinting, "Forty thousand people now know that you're an attempted murderer." 

"Jake, no. No. Let's not spread that around." Johnnie rests his elbow on the table, laying his head in his hand, "for fucks sake." 

"Nah, if Johnnie was a murder, he'd come-" Jake laughs, "For me first. Let's be honest." 

You roll your eyes, "I genuinely cannot.." you sigh, shaking your head, "Fuck me." 

"I'm sure if you gave Johnnie the chance he would." Jake looks at you and you nod, "How do you think the marks got here in the first place?" 

Jake's mouth drops as he slowly turns to Johnnie, "You fucking freak." 

Johnnie smiles at you, shaking his head as he leans down to pretend to bash it off the table, "You know if you weren't here-"

"Your life would be boring. I know." Jake smirks, pulling his shoulders up, "You're welcome." 

"I was going to say better, but whatever helps you sleep at night." Johnnie rolls his eyes. He leans in, groaning as he reads the chat, "Figure it out yourselves."

He laughs, "Y/n. How did that happen?" 

You shrug, "I'm not really sure, I woke up one morning and they were there." 

"Oh god, don't." Johnnie laughs, "I promise it wasn't me." 

Jake starts laughing hard, "They.. oh my god, they wanna know if it was Timmy." 

You start laughing, "Jesus Christ. No." You shake your head, yelling, "I'm leaving." 

You walk back out to the living room, getting onto Johnnie's stream on your phone, mainly to read the comments. 

User1: NAH it was definitely the chain around Johnnie's neck you can't tell me ANYTHING different  User2: JOHNNIE WTF  User3: wait. I think y/n joined the stream  User4: JOHNNIE YOUR GF IS SO HOT 

"Y/n. You're in the living room. Get out." Johnnie waves his hand, "Oh the chat I mean. Get out of my stream." 

You smirk as you type, Ouch. That was rude.

"Thank you. I know my girlfriend is hot." Johnnie shrugs, "Why she wants to be with me? I have no idea, but I'm grateful for it." 

User5: JOHNNIE be nice to y/n  Used6: oh my god I love these people  User7: so y/n, tell us about the bruises  User8: PLEASE BEGGING ON MY KNEES  User9: WAS IT THE CHAIN IT WAS THE CHAIN WASNT IT 

You laugh, I have no comment on that matter lol. 

"Y/n!" Johnnie yells, getting up to leave the room. He walks out the hall and stands there staring at you, "Babe!" 

"What?" You ask innocently, "I'm just.. watching this cute guys stream, well.." you show him your phone, "the cute guy left us with his weird friend.. Jake, I think his name is?" 

"Ha ha, very funny." He walks over, leaning down. Your eyes look at the chain that's swinging from his neck and you look back up at him, "Don't tease me like that." 

He smiles, "I'm not doing anything." He stands up, turning to walk away and you watch as he disappears back the hallway, reappearing on your phone screen, "Sorry. I had to um, yeah." 

Jake is sitting there eating another donut, "uh huh. So anyway.." 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

It's around ten when Jake and Johnnie finally end the stream. 

You're sitting in bed, scrolling on your phone when you see a notification pop up. You tap it, laughing when you see a picture of Johnnie with the words above it, 'I just know this guy is a freak in the sheets.'

"Johnnie, baby!" You call out and Johnnie walks into the bedroom, "What?" He closes the door and walks over to you. 

You turn your phone around and he sighs, hanging his head down, "Oh fuck. Here comes the memes." 

You reach over to set your phone on the stand, leaning back over to look up at him, "I mean.. I can definitely confirm that this meme is true." 

"Oh yeah?" He tilts his head and you twirl the metal around your finger as you nod, "Mhm." 

He brushes hair from your face, "I can confirm the same about you, you know that right?" You shrug, "If you want, or you can just experience for yourself." 

You bite your lip as you smile and he nods, "Mm, now that's tough choice." 

You tug on the chain slightly, "Metal chain part two sounds good right now doesn't it." 

He nods, "One hundred percent." He smirks as he dips his head down to attach his lips to yours.

You kick the blankets off, revealing your, already bare, legs. 

Johnnie slides a hand down, slipping it between your thighs, "Soaked." He mumbles against your lips, slipping his fingers in past the thin lining of your panties. 

"Tell me when you want it." He whispers, lips brushing against yours. 

You let out a small moan, gasping as he pushes his fingers in deeper, "Fuck, now." 

He lifts the chain off over his head, letting it fall over yours, "All yours, my love." Johnnie smirks as he wraps the metal chain around his hand. 

He slowly tightens it as he works his fingers in and out of your soaked cunt. 

Your eyes flutter closed as the metal tightens against your skin, slowly causing your whimpers and moans to become quieter and quieter. 

He keeps the chain tight against your neck as his fingers work in and out of you at a pace that's sure to get you where he wants you.

"You gonna cum for me?" He asks in a low tone. 

You nod, squeezing his fingers. 

Your eyes flutter shut as you feel so close to that knot in your stomach snapping - until he stops, slipping his fingers from you. 

"J-Johnnie." You whimper, frustrated that he stoped right when you were about to cum. 

He releases the chain and lets it drop onto your chest, "Knees baby." 

You sit up, sliding down off of the bed and resting on your knees. He moves to sit on the edge of the bed, standing up to undo the belt on his jeans. 

You slip your shirt off over your body, leaving you in nothing but your panties and the chain hanging down between your boobs. 

You reach up, pulling down his pants, eager to have him inside of you, way one or the other. 

Johnnie unbuttons his black button up, letting it lay open as he watches you move in between his knees. He lifts his hips to slip down his boxers, biting down gently into his lip ring when one of your hands wraps around the base of his cock. 

His head tilts back slightly, eyes still on you as you slowly stroke him. 

You lick your lips, looking up at him as you watch him completely melt into your touch. 

"Fuck, baby." Johnnie breathes out, reaching down to hook his finger over the chain. He pulls it up, using it to pull you closed to his cock, "Don't tease me, sweetheart." 

You open your mouth, taking the top of his cock into your mouth, causing a groan to escape his lips. The chain slowly tightens as he gradually moves his hand down it getting it closer to your neck.

He twists it, sliding his hand back to loop it around his hand as you bob your head up and down. 

His hips buck as he gasps, "Fuck." 

You push your head down as far as it can go, holding it there until he tugs on the chain, "So fucking good." 

You smirk up at him, dipping your head back down to take the head of his cock back between your lips.

He lays his other hand on your head, gently rubbing his thumb over your hair as you work your way back down onto him, "S-shit, that's it baby." 

You squeeze your eyes shut, bobbing your head a few more times before he pulls the chain, getting you to pop off. 

You lean back, smirking up at him with watery eyes as a string of saliva keeps you connected to him. 

He lets go of the chain, biting onto his lip ring as he swipes the corner of your mouth with his thumb, "Ride me." 

You scramble to your feet, chain still in Johnnie's hand like a leash as you push your panties down and flick them away with your foot. 

Johnnie moves backwards on the bed, pulling you along with him. 

You crawl up his body, straddling his waist. He pulls you down, connecting his lips with yours. You reach down between your bodies, taking his cock into your hand as you lift up. 

You keep your lips on his, moaning into his mouth as you sink down onto him. 

A groan leaves his lips and the chain tightens around your neck, "Fucking shit." Johnnie breathes out, "You feel so fucking good." 

You whimper quietly as you move your hips up and down. 

Rocking forward and back, hands on his chest as he keeps the chain right where you want it. 

Your eyes close as you let yourself rest all the way down, a strangle moan escaping as the chain looses for just a quick second. 

Johnnie pulling you down to him, your body going naturally, "Keep going, sweetheart." 

You dig your nails into his chest as you push down to lift yourself up, earning moans from Johnnie as you slide back down. 

You felt close again, even though you couldn't say it, he knew. 

"Come on, baby. You can do it." He coaches, "Cum for me." 

You tilt your head back, the chain pulling tighter. You squeeze your eyes shut tight, muffled moans slip through your parted lips as you clench your walls around his cock. 

Johnnie bucks his hips upward as his fingers dig into your hip, "Just like that, baby. Fuck, just like that." 

You look down at him, hair falling in front of your face, which he quickly brushes away so he can watch you. 

His eyes scan down your body, lip pulled between his teeth as his breathing grows heavier. 

He sits up, taking over as he lays you flat on your back, chain pinned down right next to your neck - you knew there would be new bruises tomorrow. 

But that was the point. 

Johnnie's thrusts are hard, fast, full of love and pleasure. He loved making you feel good. 

If it wasn't for the chain holding you'd back, you'd probably be screaming, moaning his name over and over again loudly. 

Your nails drag up his arms and dig them into his shoulders. He leans down, pressing his lips to yours as he causes the chain to loosen. 

He swallows your moans, groaning as he lays a hand on your cheek, thrusting his cock into you. 

He holds it there as he twitches, alternating kissing your lips and neck, "Did I hurt you?" 

You lay a hand on his cheek, brushing his hair from his eyes, "No, but just don't panic tomorrow morning when there's more bruises." 

"You are such a freak." He smirks, sitting up, "But I love you." 

"I think I've heard that once or twice before." You smirk, "I love you." 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

I couldn't stop thinking about this, so I hope you enjoyed it. Making Headlines for Sam Golbach will be out next, and hopefully soon. 

As always, I love yas. Thanks for reading! Let me know what you thought of it!  likes and reblogs are appreciated!

[ihrtchrissturniolo]

YOU LOOK CUTE

Chris x Reader

y/n is used:)

she/her pronouns are used !

trigger warnings/ authors note: cussing and making out

summary: you do chris skincare<3

Everytime you asked chris to do his skincare, he'd either say, "no ma, maybe tomorrow" or, "it might mess up my face" even when you reassured him it wouldn't.

but you haven't asked him in a while, a couple months actually, so today you were going to ask him again.

"hey mama" chris says as you walk towards him and he places his arm around you.

"hey love, can i please do your skincare?" you ask him and lean into him, looking up at him.

"y/n" he sighs and looks down at you before giving you a kiss on the lips.

"chris" you say, mocking his tone before giggling slightly and he jokingly rolls his eyes at you.

"you know what? fine, you can" he says and holds your hand.

"really?" you ask as a smile appears onto your face

"mhm" he replies.

"okay, follow me" you say as you bring him upstairs to the bathroom.

"okay, so first is your cleanser" you explain to him as you grab the bottle and pump some of it onto his face and quickly wash your hands.

"baby it's gonna fall off my face" he exclaims and you giggle slightly before starting to rub it into his face gently.

"okay, does it burn or anything?" you ask him, getting your toner ready.

"no ma'am" he says, trying to get a reaction out of you and you side eye him slightly before saying, "wash this off"

"alright" he says and you step out of his way as he turns on the water and starts rubbing it off.

"ready?" you ask as he turns back to you before wiping off his hands onto his shirt.

"mhm" he replies and goes back to where he was standing.

"okay, next is toner-" you are cut off by chris singing lust by lil skies.

"your so weird" you giggle before rubbing the toner into his face.

"you love me" he replies to you and you nod in response.

"okay, next would be a mask but i don't have any right now, so we're moving on" you explain to him.

"okay baby" he replies as you grab your serum.

"almost done" you explain to him as you put the serum on his face and gently rub it in.

he places his hands on your waist as you continue to rub it into his face, his eyes on you the whole time.

"okay, does that sting any? if anything i put on your face stings, tell me." you explain to him.

"nothing stings love." he reassures you and you nod slightly before grabbing your eye cream and you put two dots underneath both eyes and gently rub them in, making sure you don't poke him in the eyes.

He notices the way your gently touching his face and he smiles slightly before looking you in the eyes, you returning the look.

"you look cute" you giggle before putting your stuff back into your bag.

"you look pretty, mama" he replies before giving you a kiss on the lips and you feel butterflies form in your stomach.

you return the kiss and he brings his hands higher, near your stomach.

"we can finish this later, nick and matt might need to use the bathroom." he says, cutting you off.

"your right." you reply as you open the bathroom door.

"i genuinely hate getting into peoples business, but what the fuck took you guys so long." nick asks as he stops walking down the hall.

"i was doing his skincare" you reply simply.

he just gives you two a look before continuing to walk.

author:

i feel like the way i write is giving such character ai vibes idk why

master list <3

tags: @mattsneezing @sleepysturnss @readsturniolo @thematthewlover

[p0ssywhippedcream]

Hey! Just finished reading that angsty Percy x reader fic you uploaded, and… it hurt, a lot. So I DEMAND (beg and plead) for something more fluffy and loving, y’know? So how about a Percy x reader that’s about Valentine’s Day, so they’re being extra affectionate to each other? And since the reader is a daughter of Athena, if that’s fine with you, she already knows what gifts to give him. Maybe they even show their true love for each other at the end, if you know what I mean 😉 (I’m leaving all the details up to y o u, if that’s alright).

Is this good? Also, glad to see you’re feeling better!

"Okay, okay, just wait here."

Percy plops himself down on your bed with that crooked smile of his, "Yes Ma'am."

"No peeking!" You yell as you retreat out your room again. Gathering the gifts, you nudge the door open with your foot and look inside to see Percy holding his hands over his face and bouncing on your mattress.

You assemble things in the correct order, all the while checking that he still can't see before clearing your throat and saying, "Open."

His eyes light up, laugh filling your room as you present him with a giant squid plushie. It's almost as tall as him and as he takes it from you and squeezes it, it blocks his whole body. "It's about eight times as big in real life but I don't think they make them that size."

He laughs with joy and fumbles blindly before he can hug you around the squid. You enjoy the moment for a second before wiggling out of his hold, "Okay wait, there's more."

He tucks the plushie under his armpit and happily accepts the custom blue chocolates, a t-shirt with a fake seashell bra design and kiss on the cheek before you reveal a small vile of sand from your pocket.

"What's that?" His fingers are already reaching for it as you push it into his hands.

"Sand, from Athens." He meets your eyes. "We're supposed to hate each other, destined to because of that place, but we don't. This is just a reminder that you're stronger than you know you are," You trace his fingers as he admires you, "That your love for people is stronger than the will of a god."

He laughs, "Stronger than two, actually."

You shove him jokingly before allowing him to envelope you in his arms to kiss you. It's full and deep and he leaves a few more pecks before he'd ready to fully pull away.

"Well now I feel like I didn't do enough." He reaches into the back pocket of his jeans and produces a small book.

"What is it?" You question, gently taking it from his hands. He opens it for you and you gasp. Intricate drawings of your favorite flower decorate the first page, you flip it and see the same detail given to your favorite animal. Pages and pages of drawings, entrees labeling and describing your favorite things. Fun facts scrawled in the upper left corner of each.

Your eyes feel misty when you look up, "Who drew these?"

"Hazel, Jason helped with the research. Frank helped me spell."

You laugh, wiping at your eyes and wrapping your hands around his neck to kiss him. "Thank you."

He smiles, sea green eyes flashing, "Anything for you." And then he kisses you so hard you fumble backwards and drop the book.

[dramas-vs-novels]

How is phayu’s family (phayu’s mom, dad, etc) with rain?

You only see Rain meet Saifah (Obviously) and in the LITA special novel, Payu's mother appears.

I couldn't resist typing it up, just read for yourself XDD

LITA Special Novel Excerpt: Rain vs Payu's Mother

"Thirsty." A hoarse voice murmured, and as soon as he thought about it, two legs dragged Rain's broken body down to the first floor.

Phi Saifah had gone to his partner's place and wasn't returning to this house tonight. Rain didn't hesitate to walk down to the kitchen in only his underwear.

Creek!

"Who are you?"

"Hoy!" Rain yelled.

The door leading to the kitchen suddenly opened wide, and the person who greeted him was not a familiar housekeeper. Not Phi Saifah's lover, and Rain's red eyes turned to look at the picture on the table in front of the television.

"Damn it!"

Fip!

Rain hurriedly raised his hand to slap his mouth.

If things weren't bad enough already, Rain thought the situation was even worse as soon as he cursed.

Because this woman... was P'Payu's mother!

Rain was in trouble.

"I think instead of covering your mouth, you should bring something to wear."

Fup!

While Rain remained stunned, P'Payu's mother spoke first, looking down at him until his round eyes followed hers. And as soon as he saw it, the hands covering his mouth were brought down to cover his nipples.

Damn it! He was only wearing boxers!

"I don't mind if you walk around in boxers when you're alone, but it's better to dress properly when guests are present."

The middle-aged woman took her eyes off Rain and walked towards the kitchen counter looking like she had seen such disgrace a million times, unlike Rain, who was so embarrassed that his entire body was turning red.

Well, I'm an idiot, can I just run up to my room and hide??

"Yes, sorry ma'am."

The apology made the older woman's gaze shoot to him, and a chill ran up Rain's spine.

Everyone said your first meeting with your boyfriend's family should leave them with a good impression. But apart from the fact that he's already screwed up, Rain hasn't forgotten that he's a man. And would any man's mother be happy to see her son's boyfriend half-naked in the middle of the house?!

This time, the red drained out of his skin as Rain turned pale. He smacked his head, there were many thoughts colliding in his little brain.

"Well, I'm... I just brought P'Payu home, he was drunk. We're not doing anything inappropriate, really, I'm, uh, I'm P'Payu's faculty junior, so..."

Well, the more he makes excuses, the more he looks weird. And in this condition, if he were to say he's Payu's boyfriend, he would definitely be thrown out of the house. Also, P'Payu is still asleep upstairs, and P'Saifah is at his lover's place. Rain is completely alone and helpless!

"You're Payu's junior?"

"Yes, yes," Rain nodded so hard that his head almost fell off.

"Payu graduated many years ago. Is he still so close with juniors at the faculty?"

"..."

Damn it, I'm about to cry!

Rain bit his lip tightly. His little heart hammered like it was outside of his own body. He felt like he might faint at any moment. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, but he couldn't cry. He'd already done more than enough to ruin the meeting.

What a bad impression!

Plus, now he can't think of an answer to Payu's mother's questions. Rain's hands began to tremble, and he looked at the floor, not daring to look at the adult.

"You know who I am, right?"

"I know... I know.." Rain sniffled.

"Go get dressed first, then we will speak."

Rain nodded quickly, wiped at his eyes, and made a move to run back up to the second floor, but-

"Don't tell Payu that I'm here."

Kuk!

The man standing on the landing turned to look, now P'Payu's mother wasn't looking at him anymore, but was making coffee the way P'Payu always liked to do, and that made Rain even more upset.

I'm sorry.

It was like saying that he had to face this situation alone. What could he do, except...

"Yes ma'am." As soon as he finished speaking, Rain ran back up to his room, unaware that his boyfriend's mother was... smiling.

As soon as Rain returned to the bedroom, his small body collapsed to the floor, both hands rubbed at his face vigorously, trying to chase away the fear that devoured him from his toes up. He felt like he could scream, but he couldn't do that. P'Payu's mother forbade him from telling P'Payu, which meant he couldn't wake up P'Payu for help, because he didn't want P'Payu's mother to hate him any more than she already did.

"Oh, what am I going to do?!"

Rain felt like he was screaming, but in reality he was speaking so quietly that even he could hardly hear it.

What if P'Payu's mother hates me?

What if she says we aren't allowed to be together?

What if P'Payu's mother goes and finds him a woman like in that drama that's on after the evening news???

If... if... if...

"Wow, I'm not a person who gives up easily like this! She doesn't like me? So what?! I won't let anyone take my place. I won't break up with P'Payu!" And the boy, summoning great strength, took a deep breath to expel the fear that engulfed him. He threw it out of his mind. Even P'Payu can fall in love with him, why can't he make P'Payu's mother like him eventually?!

Making up his mind, the little person ran into the bathroom. People like Rain think and act immediately!

Alright, Operation Coddle Mother-in-Law begins!

"Just fall in love with me quickly!"

Yes, a few minutes ago, Rain was still ready to fight, but after the cold water splashed on his face, his consciousness returned. After getting dressed, the young man was sitting on his toes, pulling the sleeping person's hand up over his damp hair, reciting the incantation he'd invented a second ago, murmuring the words as if P'Payu were the one blessing his wet head.

Well, people in the faculty say P'Payu is like a god, so he should give his boyfriend a blessing!

Rain took another big breath, looked at his not-so-awake lover, and his courage poured over him.

P'Payu will still love him! Rain can make his mother love him too! He won't break up with P'Payu! Won't let anyone take his place!

"I can do it!"

As Sky said, the good thing about Rain is that he's a man who needs something to crash into, determined and focused. Nothing can stand in Rain's way and make him run and hide!

So when his heart was filled with strength, the little man took a deep breath, leaned forward to kiss his lover's cheek, and stood up.

"I can do it!"

That's it. The wheezy person walked determinedly out of the room. He didn't even care if he woke up his boyfriend.

Bang!

"Rain?"

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"Eat, it will cool down."

"Yes ma'am, I will eat."

Where was the person who said he was strong and would win her heart?

If Sky had stood here, his best friend would have laughed to death. The bastard Rain said he would make Payu's mother love him. In fact, right now he could only slump limp in front of a bowl of steaming porridge, doing everything P'Payu's mother said obediently. If she told him to eat, then he would eat. If she told him to spit it out, he'd spit it out.

Who would dare defy her?!

Rain whimpered in his heart as he scooped the porridge into his mouth.

"[Cough] Ow, hot!"

He almost showed his rudeness by spitting the porridge back onto the spoon.

But because P'Payu's mother was there, he could only swallow it down his throat. This time, what burned his tongue was now burning his throat and stomach. Rain couldn't help but think by the end of the meal, he would be cooked from the inside out.

"Eat carefully, are you an adult or a clumsy child?" P'Payu's mother pushed a glass of water to him so that he had to rush to pick it up from the other side of the table and return to his seat.

It wasn't until he felt better that the man with the puffy tongue used his watery eyes (because it was hot, not because he was crying, really...) to glance up.

Sigh... don't fight it. Just admit you're crying.

Why is Rain crying? Well, P'Payu's mother has no expression on her face to say if she likes or dislikes him. His face was extremely blank, even though he tried to dress neatly. Rain had put on trousers, a long sleeve dress shirt, and sat down neatly, but the other party didn't show any expression at all.

Besides, after taking time to really look at her, Rain realized that P'Payu's mother looked very similar to P'Payu.

They say that beautiful people have beautiful children, it must be true. Rain wasn't sure how old P'Payu's mother was because her skin was still clear, with sharp eyes and neat facial features, as beautiful as her fucking son. And just like him, Rain couldn't tell what she was thinking.

"Why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying!" Startled, Rain wiped the tears from his face.

The other woman nodded in acknowledgement, taking a sip of her coffee.

Oh no, even when they sip their coffee, it's the same!

"When did you meet Payu?"

Wait, this is the beginning of the investigation, right?

Rain asked himself in his heart, hurriedly sitting up and wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"It's been over a year now."

"After Payu graduated?"

"Yes, after he graduated," Rain hurriedly nodded, a little relieved to answer the easy question.

"How do you know each other?"

"We met accidentally, he came to help me when my car broke down."

The other party seemed interested, "What a coincidence. That you ran into him when your car was broken."

Hearing this question, Rain accidentally smiled, and the memory of that first meeting flashed into his head.

"At that time, my car had broken down, and it was raining. I was in a hurry, I didn't know what to do, I couldn't figure out how to turn on the emergency lights, or even how to call a mechanic! Then P'Payu drove by on a big bike, and that time he was really cool, Mother! It's like he suddenly appeared beside me, told me to open my window, and he would check my car! At first, I was scared to death, afraid that P'Payu would be a thief, but he took care of everything! He parked the big bike behind my car and waved to the cars that were driving past!"

As soon as he began to tell the story, the tension faded from him, and the memories of meeting Payu became increasingly persistent. So, the clear voice chatted happily, and Rain didn't even realize that he was calling the other party "Mother".

"I tried to stand still and hold an umbrella for him, but P'Payu pushed me back into the car, saying I'm too messy and bad-mouthed."

The more he told, the more his hands gestured as well.

"My son has a bad temper."

"Right? He said each word to me like he wanted to cut me into pieces!"

"So, what next?"

"Oh, at that time P'Payu was wearing a helmet, and there was a cloth over his nose. When he took it off, I said 'Wow, what a cool man!'. It isn't often you meet a man with long hair that looks so handsome. But P'Payu teased me, pretending to smile and say thank you. But before I drove off, he waited until I left first before he followed. I was so impressed!" Rain spoke with gusto, eyes sparkling, grinning ear to ear.

"When we met next time, I realized I was his junior! But P'Payu is so cruel, he pretended he didn't remember me. I felt so depressed, I was so excited to see him again." Rain nodded his head, asserting that a mean man had teased him and didn't even know how upset it had made Rain. Even now P'Payu brought the story up over and over again, his friends laughing at Rain's disappointement.

"Is that so?"

"Yes, P'Payu and I met on a rainy day, and Mother, do you know that my name is Rain? P'Payu's name means 'storm', it's quite the coincidence!"

"How long before you started dating?"

"About a month or so... hoy!" The person who was tempted to keep telling the story slapped his mouth and turned to P'Payu's mother. His heart fell to his ankles somewhere when he accidentally answered the question.

What did Payu's mother ask?

"When did you start dating?"

And what did I say?

"After a month or so."

"Uh... Khun-Auntie..." Rain turned pale again.

However, the woman in front of him was... smiling. It isn't a normal smile either, she's beaming.

"What? Are you not calling me 'Mother' anymore? Why did you go back to calling me Khun-Auntie?"

"Uh..."

The person who was listening couldn't even feel his legs. He could only bow his head and put his hands together, the tips of his index fingers smacking together.

"I'm sorry Khun!"

"I haven't said anything yet. You can call me Mother."

"What?!" The person who was nervous immediately raised his head, looking at the pretty face adorned with.... an adoring smile.

'It's like they're twins.' Rain thought.

"Well, Rain, you are my son's boyfriend. Calling me Mother is correct."

"I am not- no- No, we aren't dating!" Rain hurriedly denied it in a high pitched voice, and tried to deny the truth for now so that he could still make Payu's mother like him, then reveal it later on. Today, his mother only knows that he's friends with P'Payu, so she doesn't know they're in a relationship!

However, each family is different.

Now, Payu's mother looked at Rain head to toe, smiling with those beautiful eyes that looked beyond the back of Rain's head, asking in a mocking tone-

"Rain said you aren't dating. Son, what do you say?"

"I'm sad."

"!!!"

Rain froze, blinking his eyes at the woman in front of him, but the voice that came from behind him was a man's voice.

The most familiar voice in the world.

"Uh, P'Payu... isn't standing behind me... is he?"

Then P'Payu's mother smiled sweetly, "He's been there for a long time already."

"H...haha.... haha..." Rain chittered with nerves and looked behind him, smiling dryly at a large man who was dressed only in pajama pants, leaning against the stairs with his arms crossed across his bare chest.

"P'Payu... are you awake?"

Are you mad that I said we're not dating? Don't be mad P'Payu! You must understand that I did this in order to not upset your mother!

Rain tried to console himself, but a look at Payu's face said that he was obviously angry.

"P'Payu, have you eaten?" Rain changed the subject, looking at the big man walking up to him and...

Swipe!

A big hand wrapped around Rain's shoulder. Payu leaned down over the dining room table, and pressed a kiss to Rain's temple for so long that Rain might as well have screamed "The act is up!"

"Mom, this is my boyfriend. I told you about him already."

"Humm!" Rain froze, looked up at Payu, and saw a big man grinning down at him.

"Well, I told her about you a long time ago. She's seen pictures of you too."

"But..." Rain turned and looked at P'Payu's mother with wide eyes.

Then... why did she act like she didn't know him or like him?

Anyone who looked at Rain could see what he was thinking, because the expression on his face made the mother and son smile with laughter.

Regarding the answer, Payu spoke, "Rain, my mother must be teasing you."

Rain blinked at the woman sitting across from him.

"Well, I've known about you since the two of you started dating. Payu told me."

What did Rain say earlier? Payu looks like his mother, right? Well right now, Rain was being attacked by clones!

[ysrjune]

⭐️ jake hill conley

hi tuzz i know the photo isnt from virgin suicides, meaning ITS NOT JAKE.. which I know 😞 but this is literally jake dont even play like same fuckass haircut almost same suit.. this is jake hill conley 🤫 umm I wanted to write about him again so here it is lol

MALE POV (non-romantic)

"just go do it, you moron!" you tell Jake, nudging him over towards the field where all the pretty girls were at. "No way! they'll bite my head off. that one right there," he points to a girl named Chelsea with blonde hair. "she called me loser because im smaller than all the other guys on the football team." he crosses his arms. "im never recovering from that." he kicks a few rocks across the blacktop. "then dont talk to her." you shrug. "chelsea's ugly anyway." you only say that because you're not into blondes. "come on, shes not totally hideous." you both look at eachother for a second before laughing.

"you're an ass." you shove him. "well you straight up called her ugly! we're tied." jake didnt end up talking to any hot babes that day. he was too intimidated. any date hes been on was made possible because of you. his #1 buddy and wingman. he always blew it, though. he gets too nervous and either has nothing to say, or talks way too much, and not even about topics him and the girl could speak about. his mind either drifted to cars, comic books, or the stupid things him and his friends do.

walking home that day, jake kept stopping you to pick up a few cool rocks. "jake, hurry up!" you complain, wiping the sweat forming on your forehead. "its scorching hot. I need a tall glass of cold water, and here you are picking up some gay ass rocks!" you complain. "calm down, will you?" he rolls his eyes. "im up, okay? plus, im not forcin' you to stay here and wait for me." he has such a smart mouth, sometimes you just wanna smack him across his stupid girly face. "why I oughta," you mumble and start walking, hoping he was behind you, but you didnt look back or else he'd know that.. YOU CARE!!!

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"Rachel. jeez, id like to stick my tongue in HER mouth!" you're STILL talking about girls. just.. in his room. "what is it with you and wanting to hump every female you see?" he dramatically turns to the next page of his comic. "I'm 16, hello? nothing better to talk about, jakey boy." you throw a pillow at him. "are you gay or something? cause you hardly ever talk about women." "I can PROMISE you that im not homosexual." he digs under his pillow and throws a playboy at your face. with a gasp and jaw dropped with exaggeration, you look through his dirty magazine. "jake hill conley! my my my, you dirty little scoundrel." jake smiles and shakes his head, grabbing the magazine. "now you can see that im completely heterosexual." he says and shoves it back into his pillowcase.

"cant you just use the word gay and.. not gay?" you're an idiot. you know it. sometimes you even take pride in it.. sadly. "because I dont need to. now get out of my house, dinner is almost ready." he sticks hia tongue out. "seriously? you're kickin' me out BEFORE dinner? what kind of friend ARE you." you pretend to act hurt. your mother always wanted you home before dinner anyway, so he wasnt actually kicking you out. "and hey, dont perv all over my mom when you leave." he tells you as you put your bag over your shoulder. "yeah, okay." you tell him goodbye and leave his room.

"bye Mr. Conley, have a goodnight." You wave to Jakes father, who was in the living room on his chair with a beer in hand. "Bye son, same to you." he says without even looking at you. he was too busy watching a football game. "bye Mrs. Conley~" you wink at her from the kitchen. "bye dear, have yourself a goodnight. tell your parents I say hello." she gives a warm smile after taking ham out of the oven. "I sure will, ma'am. hey, might I say that you look real good in that shir—" "HEY, WHAT DID I SAY, JERK?!" Jake yells from the top of the stairs and throws his shoe at you. "BE GONE!" He swiftly comes down the stairs. "BYE MRS. CONLEY, I LOVE YOU!" you say and rush out the door, slamming it behind you.

Jake stands at the door and rolls his eyes. "I gotta stop hanging out with that guy."

@erosmutt @anakinstwinklebunny @d0llfilth @lovethestarrs @literally-izzy @bimbo-baggins17 @speaknow-sw @valloos

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[sissylittlefeather]

How the Web Was Woven: Chapter 12

A/N: We're fast approaching the end here, but have no fear! There's at least three chapters after this one! Still, I hope everyone sticks around. The end will be worth it; I promise! ICYMI, this is the time travel/soulmate AU between Elvis and a fem!reader. We pick up in 2018/1968.

Need to catch up? Here's my Masterlist.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word count: ~3.5k

After a deep breath, you walk through the portal together and find yourselves outside the studio in 2018.

******

Luckily, Elvis has his drivers license from your time in his wallet. He's kept it with him just in case he happened to need it, so you're able to fly together back to your mom's house to get John Jessie.

When you pull up in front of the house, it hits you that you're going to have to introduce Elvis to your mother. You fidget with the ring on your finger and sit in the car without moving.

"Honey? Are we going in?"

"I just hope my mother buys the story."

"The story?"

"I tell people that you are gone for work. Most people don't question it, but this is my mother. She knows me. I just hope she can't tell I'm lying. She doesn't even know I'm married."

"Is it a problem that I'm here?"

"I hope not. She might say something about the fact that you haven't been around before."

"That's not my fault."

"Well, I know that, but I'm not sure she'll buy it."

"Okay. I can handle whatever she says. Let's just go inside. I want to see him."

You take a deep breath and get out of the car. He walks around and takes your hand, kissing your fingers reassuringly.

"I love you, El-"

"John. I love you too, honey. It'll be okay."

"Right. John."

You walk up to the door and knock gently. Your mom hollers from inside.

"Just a second!" After a few minutes, she opens the door with John Jessie on her hip. "Oh, y/n, you brought... who is this?"

Elvis puts his hand on your back to steady you.

"This is John Jessie's father, Mom, John Burrows."

"Oh. Oh my. Well, come on in." She pushes the screen door open and lets you both walk in the door. You can tell Elvis is itching to grab his son and hold him, but your mom has a tight grip on him.

"Mom, can we have a minute? Please?" She turns to Elvis.

"You've never seen him before, have you?"

"No ma'am." You notice Elvis blushing and step in to help.

"John works for the government. When he's on assignment, there's no way to reach him. I couldn't tell him about John Jessie until yesterday." You're a little shocked at how smoothly the lie comes out of you. Still, this is the answer you always give when asked about your husband; he's "on assignment". You never expected to tell it to your mom, though. She looks back and forth between you both skeptically for a second.

"Can I hold him? Please?" Elvis's tone is so sincere, though, that she melts. She carefully hands over John Jessie.

"Mom. A minute, please?" She nods slowly and leaves the room.

As soon as she's gone, Elvis holds John Jessie to himself and lets the tears stream down his face silently. He talks quietly to him and bounces lightly. John Jessie seems to sense that Elvis is familiar for some reason because he doesn't cry or try to wiggle away. He just lets Elvis hold him and listens to his voice. Elvis sits on the couch with him and his tears turn to laughter as he plays with his son. You sit on the couch next to him and wipe your own tears away. You never thought this would be possible. He realizes you're still crying and puts one hand on your thigh as he holds John Jessie with the other.

"Our son is amazing. Thank you, y/n." You nod and lay your head on his shoulder.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too, honey." He kisses your hair and John Jessie squeals and pats on Elvis's chest. "Can we take him home?"

"Of course." You call to your mom to help you pack up his things. As you pack, she nods to Elvis.

"He's wearing a wedding ring."

"Yeah. Well." You hold up your hand and show her your ring. "So am I."

Your mom looks at you in utter shock.

"We've been married for two years. He's just been gone the whole time."

"Is he back for good now?"

"No. He's only here for a few days."

Your mom grabs you and pulls you into a hug. She's been worried about you for so long, maybe even been judging you a little for getting pregnant randomly. But now that she knows more about your situation, she understands how hard this must've been for you.

Elvis sits on the floor and continues playing with John Jessie as you finish packing all of his things. Your mom watches and then turns to you again.

"He seems like a good man."

"He is."

"Are you happy?"

"Yes, when he's here. It's hard to be without him."

"I bet it is. I'm sorry sweetie; I had no idea."

"It's okay. It's the only way we can be together and I'd rather be with him when I can than not at all."

"You really love him."

"I do. And he loves me."

Your mom nods and you grab the last few things to pack. As you go to say goodbye, your mom kisses John Jessie in his car seat. Then, she turns to Elvis and gives him a hug.

"It was nice to meet you. I hope we'll get to see you again soon."

"Thank you, ma'am."

He carries the car seat to the car and you show him how to click it into the base.

"Well, these things have changed a little in the last 50 years." You laugh.

"That's an understatement."

You get into the car on the passenger side and let Elvis drive you back to your house. John Jessie falls asleep in the car and you revel in the joy of having your family together, even if it's just for a few days.

******

You spend the next six days in domestic bliss. Elvis proves to be exactly the kind of father you thought he'd be. He's playful, caring, patient, and affectionate. One night, you wake up to an empty bed and panic a little. But you find him in John Jessie's room, rocking him and singing quietly. Once he lays the baby back down, he walks to you in the doorway and wraps you in his arms, kissing your cheek.

"You're an unbelievable father."

"I'm just so happy to be here with you both." His smile is so genuine that it breaks your heart.

"I wish you could stay forever."

"I do too, honey. But this isn't the last time I'll be here, right?"

"No. I've been trying to think of a plan." You walk back to your bedroom and crawl in bed with him, settling with his arm around you and your head on his chest.

"So, a plan?" He asks.

"Well, the portals appear when we're in the same place 50 years apart, right?"

"Yeah."

"What if I tell you where and when to meet me?" He raises his eyebrows like he's thinking it over.

"How would you tell me?"

"Every time you're here, I'll have it planned for the next time."

"I don't see why that wouldn't work. How often are you thinking?"

"Well, I think it would be hard to do it too often. Maybe every few months?" He sighs. It's obvious he doesn't want to be away from you that long.

"That long?"

"If you're here too often, someone might notice that your hair changes or something. And I don't want you to get lost in living two lives."

"Okay. That makes sense. I still wish I could just bring Lisa and come here."

"I know, babe, but you really can't."

"Yeah. I just miss you. And now I'm going to miss him too." He kisses your hair and squeezes you tighter.

"It'll be okay. We'll make it work somehow." You yawn and snuggle into his chest.

"I know, honey. I know." He kisses your hair again and you both settle in to go back to sleep.

******

After six days, you can tell he's getting antsy to get back to his other life. When you have sex that night and the portal appears, he lays his head on your shoulder and sighs.

"You're ready to go, aren't you?"

"I'm so sorry, honey."

"No, it's okay, I understand." He gets up and gathers his things together to go back to where he came from. Once he's ready, he grabs you and holds you close.

"Don't forget. November 18th, California."

"Yes, baby, I know. I'll see you then."

"I wouldn't complain if you're wearing your movie costume. Just sayin'." He smiles and kisses your mouth.

"Whatever you say, honey." With that, he turns and disappears through the portal. You sit on the bed and cry. Will it ever get easier for him to leave you?

******

The answer is no. It never gets any easier. He comes to you in November, and brings his costume from The Trouble with Girls, which makes for some fun times in the bedroom. You spend Thanksgiving together and then he goes back through a portal.

He comes to you again in December and he's there with you for two weeks during Christmas and New Year's. But he leaves on the first and goes back to his own time to have Christmas with Lisa.

You manage to coordinate visits every couple of months for the next year. He watches John Jessie grow and you live as a happily married couple whenever he's around. He goes out with your friends sometimes and you fight and make up just like a real couple.

Somewhere in November of 2019, he has an idea.

"What if we had another baby?"

"Another baby?!"

"Yeah? You've done such a good job with John Jessie. I always wanted more kids."

"What about with Priscilla?" He scoffs and rolls his eyes.

"No. I want them with you."

"Well. I guess I could handle two if you come to me as often as you do now."

"Baby, I'm not gonna change the plan unless you do."

You smile widely and he grabs you in his arms and holds you tight. You throw your birth control pills in the trash and practice that night, even though you know he has to leave.

******

He comes back in December for you to have Christmas together. He's careful to bring cash, so he can buy presents for you and John Jessie.

On Christmas Eve, you get John Jessie in bed and sit together in the living room looking at the lights on the Christmas tree. He fetches a small gift from under the tree and puts it in your lap.

"What is this?"

"I want you to open it now." You tear open the wrapping on the small box and then open the box. It's a new ring.

"Oh, Elvis, I can't accept this."

"Yes you can. My wife has been wearing that small diamond for long enough. Please." He pulls the emerald cut three-stone diamond ring out of the box and slides it onto your finger gingerly.

"Elvis, this is like-"

"10 carats. I promised you no less." He wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead.

"Do you like it, honey?"

"I love it so much, babe. Almost as much as I love you." You look up and he kisses your lips. Your relationship has reached the kind of comfortable intimacy that comes with marriage and you're happy to go on like this for as long as you can. You know there's an end date that will come far too soon, but for right now, you're happy together.

"Hey." He whispers in your ear.

"Yeah?"

"Remember when we made love on the floor in front of the fireplace and I proposed to you?"

"After we played in the snow? Of course I remember."

"Do you wanna...?" He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

"Mmmm let's go get in bed."

"No, I mean right here."

"What if John Jessie wakes up?" He starts to lay you down on the couch and kisses your neck.

"Then he'll catch us making him a sibling." He drags his tongue up from your neck to your ear and nibbles gently.

"Mmmmm seriously though..." You lose your train of thought as he runs his hand up the front of your sweatshirt and squeezes your naked breast. He runs his thumb over your hardening nipple and groans.

"You really gonna say no, baby?" He rolls his hips into yours and presses his erection into your center. You moan and kiss his lips, sliding your tongue into his mouth.

"No." You whisper against him, smiling.

"That's what I thought." He pulls your sweatshirt up and over your head and then sits up to take his shirt off. Laying back down on top of you, he grinds into you again and groans. "I wanna be inside you so bad, baby."

"Mmmm what are you waiting for?" He sits up again and pulls your pajama pants off of you and situates himself between your legs.

"This first." He kisses the inside of one thigh and then the other. Then, he slides his tongue into your slit and pushes it in and out over and again. You whimper and bite your lip trying to stay quiet. He moves his tongue up to your clit and swirls it around in a circle. You run your fingers through his hair and he smiles.

"Don't stop!" You whisper.

"Yes ma'am." He presses his mouth to you and begins to lick you vigorously, over and around and up and down each side. The sensation of his tongue on your most sensitive place is so intensely good that you forget yourself for a moment and moan loudly.

"Elvisssss."

"Honey, you're gonna wake the boy." He whispers, backing off of you. You nod and move his head back down to your center. This time he adds two fingers and slips them inside you to tickle the place that drives you crazy. You whimper again and squirm under him. The electricity is gathering in your core and you feel your orgasm approaching. He feels your walls flutter and flattens his tongue against you. Then, he pulls back for just a second.

"Come for daddy, baby." The subtle vibration runs through you and he tightens his tongue and licks you hard.

"Mmm yesssss..." You hiss as your climax sets you on fire and runs through you in waves. He keeps right on licking you as you ride the high of your orgasm. Once you come back down to earth, he backs off of you and wipes his mouth with his hand. You sit up and pull his pajama pants off, pushing him into a sitting position. He strokes himself as you put one knee on either side of his hips. Then, he grabs yours and guides you as you sink onto his rock hard cock.

"Fuck yes, baby." He groans softly as he slides inside you. It doesn't matter how many times you do this, the feeling of him filling you perfectly is something that'll never get old. He moves his hands up to cup your breasts as you begin to grind on him, pushing him deeper and deeper inside you. You move on him faster and he leans his head back on the couch and closes his eyes. Then, without any warning, he grabs you around the waist and flips you over on your back without pulling out of you.

You whimper with the change in position and he starts driving into you passionately. With each thrust, he grunts and slams into you harder. He holds your hip with one hand and fucks you so deeply you want to scream it feels so good. But you don't, in case John Jessie hears you.

"God, I love your pussy." He groans quietly. "I'm gonna come, honey."

"Good. Put a baby in me." He groans again and then pounds into you and shudders.

"Fuck yes!" He yells and then looks around quickly. "Oh shit."

He pumps weakly a few more times and then lays his head on your shoulder without pulling out. You're in this position together breathing heavily and sweating when you hear a door open and tiny feet coming toward you. In half a second, Elvis grabs the blanket on the back of the couch and throws it over his back, but he doesn't move otherwise.

"Daddy? Santa here? What doin'?" You hear his little not-quite-three-year-old voice. Elvis pops his head up and looks at him over the armrest.

"No, Buddy, Santa didn't come yet. Go back to bed; I'll be there in just a minute." You try to sink into the couch and not make a sound. The last thing you need is for him to come looking for you.

"You comin'?"

"Yep, buddy, in more ways than one. I'll see you in a little bit, okay? Go get back in your bed." You hear his little feet as he makes his way back to his bedroom and closes the door. Thank God he went back on his own. Elvis collapses on your shoulder and laughs quietly.

"I told you we would get caught!" You whisper as you laugh.

"Yeah, but it was worth it." He kisses your cheek and your mouth and then pulls out of you and sits up. You grab your clothes and get dressed as he does the same. When he goes to walk to John Jessie's room, he almost walks through the portal, but you grab the back of his shirt just in time.

"Shit, it's a night of close calls." He leans over and kisses you gently. "I'd be lost without you. I love you so much, baby. I'll see you in bed."

He goes to your son's room and you hear him talking to him in a reassuring voice. As you go to your bedroom and climb in bed, you have one thought: how did you get so lucky?

******

On New Year's Day you prepare to say your goodbyes. But you've done this so many times that even though it doesn't get easier, it does become more of a routine. Once you finish making love and the portal appears, he puts back on the clothes that he had on when he came through while you grab John Jessie from his nap. He kisses both of you and looks over at the portal.

"I'll be back in March for his birthday. I love you both so much. I'll see you soon."

"I love you too, Elvis." He puts his hand on your cheek.

"I'll miss you every minute."

"I know, babe, but it's only a few months." He nods and kisses your cheek again. Then, he turns and walks through the portal. It disappears with a pop and you try to swallow your tears. You fail, like always, and they slide down your cheeks while you hold John Jessie close. Only a few months until he's back.

******

Two things happen in those months. First, you find out you're pregnant again. And you're ecstatic and can't wait to tell Elvis when you see him in March. This visit increases in importance and you count the days.

But a second thing happens in the months leading up to March of 2020. A new virus hits the world and everything changes. You sit in terror watching the tv as people begin to die and the country begins to shut down. Between John Jessie and the new baby in your belly, you know you can't risk going out. Still, you plan to wear two masks and go to Vegas to meet Elvis.

And then Vegas shuts down. You consider what might happen if Elvis comes to you and then takes Coronavirus back to 1970.

There's no way you can take that risk. Or risk either of your babies' lives by traveling. The date of your rendezvous comes and goes and you still sit hunkered in your house. Surely it'll be safe enough again someday for you to find him?

In the meantime, you hold yourself and cry harder than you have in a long time. Will you ever see him again?

******

Elvis waits in the meeting place all day. He cancels his evening shows and sits on the floor, head spinning. His heart is beating so fast and his hands are sweating.

What happened to you? You've never missed a meeting point before. And he has a sinking feeling that he can't explain like something terrible has happened. Eventually, the tears fall and one of his guys finds him holding his knees, head on his arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Hey, EP, what's going on? Are you okay?" The only thing he says in return is something that doesn't make any sense to anyone around.

"Why didn't she come for me?"

******

Until next time!

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Focus On Me (Sub!Yugyeom x Dom!Reader)

Pairing: Sub!Yugeom x Fem!Reader

Word count: 5337

Genre: Yugyeom is your fanboy and you're a famous r&b singer, he's not an Idol.

Warnings: Smut, femdom, pegging, rimming, oral (fem receiving), Yugyeom calls you ma'am, goddess, mistress, fem pronouns

Minors DNI pls.

Smut below the cut

As the stage lights dim, you are drenched in sweat and adrenaline, and you take a moment to soak in the love and energy of your loyal fans. You stand up and take your final bow before heading to the backstage area. 

The cool air backstage is a sense of relief, contrasting sharply with the heat of the stage lights. Your manager greets you and hands you a cold bottle of water, and you thank them. 

The sounds of backstage cheering and clapping from your staff and team ground you a bit. Your heart is still beating fast after performing in front of your roaring crowd of forty thousand people. 

There are so many people backstage, but you only have one person on your mind. 

"Great job, Y/n," your manager hands you your favorite flowers, sunflowers, and compliments you for your second sold-out show in Las Vegas. 

You waltz over to your boyfriend, Jaehyun, and kiss him quickly. 

"Hi, baby," you smile and hug him. You feel his warm embrace, and he kisses the top of your head. 

"Y/n, you were amazing out there! You topped your last show. I'm so proud of you," Jaehyun praises you, and your lips curl into a smile, and you peck another kiss against his lips. 

Even with your eyes closed, you can see the flash of white light as people snap photos of the two of you. 

Jaehyun grabs your hand and leads you back to your dressing room. You follow him, head into the room, and close the door behind you. 

Once the door closes, Jaehyun sits on the couch and wipes his lips. "Did you have to wear so much lip gloss?"

"Uh, yeah. I have to make sure I look good on the jumbotron so that my fans in the nosebleeds can see me sparkle."

You sit in front of the vanity and roll your eyes at him. You start using wipes to remove your makeup. 

"I guess. Next time wipe it off before I kiss you."

"Yeah, okay. It's not like I wanted to kiss you anyways," you retort. 

"The feeling is mutual. Plus, I don't know where your lips have been."

"I could say the same about you."

"You can't can't say that I've only been with one person. I'm in a committed relationship with my partner."

"Good for you. This fake breakup can't come soon enough," you groan and grab the wipes to clean the makeup from your face. 

"Trust me, I'm only here for the clout."

"Please, you need it for your image Mr. Ice cold, and so you build up your POC audience for your solo debut," you remind him. 

"Yeah yeah. We need each other. So, we're scheduled to be seen at the club after your show. Your outfit is on your hotel bed," he informs you. 

"Perfect. I say we stay for an hour, kiss a few times, and then leave. Is that enough?" You ask. 

"I think so. Maybe, we snap a few selfies too?" Jaehyun asks. 

"Sounds good. After this we could have an agency together to help other celebrities fake relationships for clout," you say. 

"Hell, we do have a whole following. I think we could do that," Jaehyun comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your body. 

"Nice to see you excited about something. I'll try to wear less lip gloss."

"Thank you. It's just that my boyfriend hates lip gloss and he wants to see me before we go to the club. Is that cool?"

"Yeah, just don't make us late, please. He came from Boston to see you?" You ask him. 

You haven't met his boyfriend, but you are happy he has someone to look forward to. This life as a celebrity can be lonely. 

"Uh huh. We're staying together tonight and then he has to go back. I wish I could go with him." 

"You could. I could just say you got sick."

"No, because people will think you are sick, and they will blame me. Then it will be outrage."

"I don't have Korean fans. You do. My fans in the states don't care. They are too busy writing AMBW fanfiction about us," you laugh. 

"I don't think we should do it. I appreciate you caring about my happiness, though."

"Of course. This celebrity life can be so draining sometimes."

"Do you have anyone special waiting for you in your hotel room?"

Your eyes connect with his dark brown eyes through the vanity mirror. You study his face to see what he knows about your tea. 

"Possibly."

"Spill."

Jaehyun moves from behind you and props himself up against the vanity. 

"I'm fucking a fan."

"Scandalous…No way," Jaehyun's jaw drops, and his eyes grow. You didn't expect his reaction to be like that. 

"I know. But, there is just something about him. He's a huge stan, too. Am I crazy?"

"Uh yea. You don't think he'll leak that our relationship isn't real."

"Hell no. I made him sign an NDA when I replied to his DM. He knows better than that."

"Be careful."

"Always."

***

You head back to your hotel room, and your security follows you up to your room. Before you enter your room, you turn around and thank your staff for protecting you. You exchange goodbyes as you enter your room. 

Your heart flutters when you see him on the couch with dandelions in his hands. A baseball cap is covering his dark brown wavy hair.

You instantly know it's him, because you could spot him anywhere. The door closes behind you, and you can't get over how beautiful this man is to you. 

He stands to his feet and walks toward you. The large window overshadows the colorful lights of the sinful city below you. 

The two of you stand in front of each other with a few inches separating you. He looks down at the ground, and his cheeks are slightly red. You can tell that he's so nervous to meet you in person. 

You aren't sure why because you two have been talking for a while, and been on Facetime plenty of nights. Talked dirty via text, so you aren't sure why he's being like this. 

"Hi Gyeomie," You speak his nickname for the first time, hoping to break the awkward silence between you. 

"Hi, Star," Yugyeom finally looks up into your eyes. His smile radiates from his lips and warms your heart. 

"I'm not Star, right now. Please call me, Y/n.," you correct him. You have insisted on this many times, but he slips a lot and still calls you by your stage name.

You know the power dynamics are slightly different because, to the world, you are the best-selling female R&B artist in the world. But, you want to be humanized, and make him feel equal to you.  

"Okay, Y/n. You look beautiful."

Your heart flutters and sinks into your chest. You bite at your bottom lip and flash him a smile. All you want to do is attack his beautiful face with kisses. But, you are trying not to move too fast.

You notice his purple silk shirt is slightly open, and your eyes trail down to the dark denim jeans that hug his thighs perfectly. 

"Thank you. You are so handsome," you reply. 

"I bought you flowers. I'm sure you received a lot tonight."

"I did, but my manager has them. He checks them to make sure there aren't any cameras or anything in them. But, I appreciate you getting me these. They're beautiful. Let me put them in water," you say. 

You grab the flowers, and your hand grazes against his fingers, causing you to heat up instantly. You return to the kitchen area and toss the other flowers in the trash. You put Yugyeom's in the vase. 

"You didn't drink tonight like I asked. Right?" You ask and return to where he's standing.  

"Yes ma'am."

"Mmm.. good boy. Can I kiss you?" You walk over to him and sit next to him. 

"Yes, of course," he says. He toys with the rings on his right hand. 

You can see his face is slightly red from blushing. You can't remember the last time you had this effect on a man. 

You lean in closer to his, and you close your eyes. You wrap your arm around his waist and hold onto his belt loop as you kiss him. Your lips collide with his, and the kiss is perfect. It sends chills down your spine.

You pull away from him and look down. The kiss has you on fire already. You move into his lap and wrap your arms around his shoulder. 

"Damn, how'd I get so lucky?" You look up into his eyes, and you can tell your admission takes him back. 

"Lucky for what? I'm just a fan boy. I can't believe I'm meeting you," he stares at the ground. You lift his chin and stare deeply into his eyes.

You push him back against the couch. You run your hands down his chest and feel his abs underneath his shirt. 

"Please, you're hot. I'm still shocked you're single."

Yugyeom covers his face. His shyness is so surprising to you. He's always so confident online and even when he talks to you. So, to see him all shy right now is a bit surprising. 

"Only, because none of them are you."

His comeback is smooth, and you uncover his beautiful face. His shyness isn't something you expected tonight. 

"That's sweet," you giggle. "But, you know I'm far from perfect. Your Twitter feed always makes me smile. I'll have a rough day and scroll through your memes and laugh. Especially, the one where you photoshopped your head on Jaehyun's body."

Yugyeom covers his face again, and you can see the redness in his face. "It's weird isn't it."

"No, it's not. I love it. Trust me. I'm a pretty blunt person. I don't say anything I don't mean. It's an honor to meet you." 

You want to make him feel special because these last few months have meant a lot to you. It's brought you so much through this hectic time of touring. You have confided a lot in him. You've spent a lot of late-night conversations talking about your life as well as his. 

"You're just saying that."

"I'm not. You're sexy as fuck, and your body is amazing. Most importantly, you're super sweet and supportive," you compliment him. 

"Oh my god. Thank you so much. You are sexy-"You lift your hand and stop him. 

"No, this isn't about me. I get a million compliments a day. I don't need it," you say. 

"I don't even know what to say. I've read so many reader fanfics of yours. I can't believe it's happening."

"Which ones are your favorite to read?"

"The ones where you dominate me."

"I'd love to make that a reality, but I have to get ready to go out with Jaehyun for a quick club appearance. I should be back in an hour. You can order whatever you want. But, no alcohol," You kiss him on the forehead. You feel him tremble underneath your touch. 

"Okay. But what if I don't want you to leave?"

"Trust me. It's tempting to stay, but I have to keep up appearances. You understand, right?" You reply. You straddle his lap. 

"Yes," he nods. 

"Why are you so nervous around me? We've talked a bunch of times over the phone and over facetime," you remind him. 

"I know, but to be in your presence is different. You're Star the biggest R&B singer in the world. I'm just Yugyeom."

"You aren't just Yugyeom. You are a talented and amazing dancer. If my fans weren't so nosey, I would have hired you. But, I don't want you getting hate or death threats."

"I know. Us fans we notice everything."

"Exactly. Plus, you're a popular guy on the internet. Your dance videos are dope. When are you going to start doing it full-time?"

"I don't know. I'm not professionally taught."

"So, fucking what. You are so talented. If Jaehyun wasn't such a dick, I would ask him to put you on at SM. But, we will figure it out. You deserve for the world to see you."

"You don't have to do that."

"But, I want to. Out of all my well-known fanboys you are the most talented."

"Am I the first one you ever met?"

Now, that's a question you don't want to answer. You can't believe you walk yourself right into the question. You've hooked up with a few of your fanboys. 

"Eh, no. You're not. But, you're the only guy I'm talking to at the moment."

"Forreal?"

"Yes. I keep telling you that. Being in a fake relationship with Jaehyun has the perks."

"How does that work? You two seem so in love?"

"Acting," you laugh. 

"So, how long will you be gone tonight?"

"An hour. The club is down the street. I'll just tell Jaehyun I'm tired."

"Sounds good."

You make your way to the bathroom, and you close the door behind you. You lean against it and take a deep breath. You need to figure out how to read this situation with Yugyeom. Something seems awkward. 

Does he really want you? 

Are you coming on too strong? 

Typically, when you meet up with one of your fanboys, it isn't a lot of conversation. You hook up, watch TV and joke around, and they leave. 

So, your interaction with Yugyeom has you overthinking. Is there something about you he doesn't like now that he's met you in person? Are you not as attractive in person?

You have so many thoughts, and your insecurities are popping up. 

You wish you could just rely on the fact that you are Star, the best R&B singer in the world, but you can't. 

That's not how you see yourself. You are confident in your singing ability, but don't let that get to your head. Nor do you use it to take advantage of people. 

But the fact that Yugyeom has yet to make a move has you questioning everything. 

Maybe, he's waiting for you to take the lead. 

You know Yugyeom and have talked to him for months. But, there is something there. You have feelings for him. As much as you wish you didn't. 

You do. 

That's the difference between him and the other fanboys you've hooked up with. You got to know him on a personal level before meeting him. 

The last thing you want to do is hurt this beautiful soul. The connection between him is so electric and feels so real.

You care about his well-being and want to do anything to help him succeed in his professional life. 

Yugyeom deserves the stars, the moon, and the sun. He's delicate to you. Since, you've started talking to him, you don't even entertain anyone else. 

You would be with him in a perfect world, but you're in a PR relationship you can't get out of right now. 

How would that make you look if your fans found out you were dating one of your fanboys? 

You sigh at your overthinking and look at yourself in the mirror. You take off your clothes and place your phone in the sink. 

Your phone lights up, and you see a message from him. 

Yugyeom: I'm so sorry… I'm shy. You have me at a loss for words. 

You: Gyeomie, I am moving at your pace. Whatever you want to happen tonight will. I brought my strap just in case. 

Yugyeom: You must think I'm a prude after I told you how much of a slut I am, and now I'm acting like a virgin. 

You: No, It's not like that. I'm in here overthinking. I was starting to think you didn't like me. 

Yugyeom: Of course, I like you, Y/n. 

Your heart sinks when he calls you by your real name. Star is just your stage persona and not the real you. 

You: I like you too. I know you're a slut. But, I want you to feel comfortable. Trust me, there isn't any pressure.  

Jaehyun: Hurry up, don't let the fanboy get you pregnant! Lol 

You shower quickly and wash away all of the stress from today's concert. You gave it your all on that stage and gave those people all you had. 

You go into the bedroom and get ready for your club appearance. You slide into your dress and pull it up. You walk into the living room to have Yugyeom zip it up.  

"Can you zip my dress please?" you ask. 

"Sure," Yugyeom stands behind you and zips up your dress. You walk over to the mirror in the living room to see how the multi-colored sequin dress fits you. 

"Thanks."

"Can we take a picture?" Yugyeom asks. 

"Of course," you say. 

Yugyeom wraps his arms around you and snaps a photo. 

You lean over and grab his face. You plant a kiss on his cheek. He snaps another picture. He turns his head and kisses you. You slip your tongue into his mouth, and your belly flutters with butterflies. 

You two end up back on the couch. You kiss him on his chest and lead a trail of kisses down the middle of his chest. "Fuck," Yugyeom whines out. 

Yugyeom has wanted you for years. Never in a million years did he ever think he would get to be with you. Somehow, he caught your attention on Twitter, and you two exchanged flirty messages via DM. 

That turned into text messages, late night calls, and even facetime calls every other day. You had become a part of his real world, and it was no longer a parasocial relationship where you didn't know he existed. 

Yugyeom's fanboying tendencies have turned into real feelings. There's not a moment in the day where he doesn't wonder what you are doing. Not a moment doesn't go by where you aren't on his mind. 

The same goes for you. You are always thinking about Yugyeom. His social media persona is just that, a persona and when you got to know him you saw him as more than a fan. In your eyes, he's a sweet and thoughtful human being who is so intelligent and beautiful on the inside and out. 

He's not your first fanboy, and to be honest, you hope he will be your last. 

Your fake relationship with Jaehyun is just a publicity stunt to help him grow his international presence more since he's dropping his debut solo album, and SM Ent wants to capitalize on the fact that he speaks English. 

Yugyeom is the guy you can't get out of your head. In the recording studio, you sing all your songs to him and only him. He's on your brain when you are penning lyrics to your songs. 

He's the one you are thinking about when you rest your head. You hold back sometimes because you might be too thirsty for Yugyeom. You sometimes feel like you're his fangirl, but you always keep calm.

"No, I want to taste you first. May I?" Yugyeom stops you, and you lay back on the couch. 

"Of course."

Yugyeom gets down on his knees and pushes your dress up at your hips. He seductively pulls down your panties and shoves them in his back pocket. 

You spread your legs for Yugyeom, and it's what you've been waiting to do for the last five months since you started talking to him.

Sure, you had other fanboys on speed dial, but you were saving yourself for Yugyeom. 

It was more than sexting that made you interested in him. 

Yugyeom marvels at how your pussy glistens for him. A slight smirk builds on his face, and he's in awe at how beautiful you look with your legs spread for him and him only. 

Yugyeom draws his face closer to your sex and holds your legs over his shoulder. He kisses your sex and closes his eyes to take in your scent. His tongue probes inside of you and savors the taste of your sweetness. "Mmm.. you taste so good."

His goddess is here with her legs spread open on the top floor of the most expensive hotel in the city. A place he could never afford to step foot in. 

Here he is, admiring the sweet taste of you. He's dreamed of this moment so many nights. He's stroked his dick and thought about having you cum on his tongue. He's longed for you for a very long time. 

Yugyeom's tongue explores your center and laps up all of your wetness that has dripped down. He licks you with ease and grace. This isn't the time to race. He wants to take his time and allow your orgasm to build because the reward will be beyond worth it. 

Yugyeom nibbles on your clit and your body shudders for him. He feels prideful with a bit of an ego. You picked him out of all your fanboys across the world. He's the one who gets to worship his goddess. His dick is rock-hard, but the focus isn't on him right now. 

Yugyeom is getting off from pleasing you. He can feel a bit of precum leak against his boxers. All he wants is for you to experience the best orgasm you ever had. 

His mouth waters, and he alternate from loving on your clit to drilling his tongue deep inside you. Your pussy clenches around his tongue.

You can't remember the last time someone ate you out this good. Yugyeom is the perfect slut to make you cum hard. He's giving you everything he has, and you are enjoying the moment. You are so glad to have him in your hotel room. 

"Goddess, your pussy is so good. You're so fucking wet for me," Yugyeom moans against your sex, and you grind your pussy against his face. Ugh, why does this beautiful man have to be so fucking good at cunnilingus?

Right now, your body is on another level. You are ready to explode for him. You can't believe how hot this man has made you. 

"I'm gonna cum," you nearly scream. You wrap your legs around his head and release.

Your ride the wave of your orgasm, and Yugyeom is right there with you as your body rises and falls. 

Yuygeom doesn't miss a drop when you cum for him. You sit back on the couch and pull him into your lap. 

"Thank you, Gyeomie," you kiss him as you hold in your lap. You pull back and tell him. "When I come back I'm going to eat you out."

"Mmmm.. I can't wait."

Your sexual invitation is interrupted by a knock on the door. Your heart drops because you forgot that you had to leave. "Fuck, Jaehyun is here. Go into my bedroom. I'll be back soon," you reply. 

"Yes ma'am."

You take a deep breath and stand up. Yugyeom helps you up and your legs are shaking a little bit. You lean in again and kiss him. Tasting yourself on his tongue gives you a bit of a rush. 

"Ugh, I wish I could stay here and eat your ass. But, it'll have to wait. Don't touch your dick until I come back."

"Yes ma'am."

***

You sit in the VIP lounge with Jaehyun's arm wrapped around your waist. You don't want him on you, but you know you must make the interaction seem believable. 

Yugyeom is texting you non-stop. Thankfully, you have a privacy screen protector on your phone so Jaehyun's nosey ass can't read your text. 

Yugyeom: I want to stroke it so bad. But, I know you told me to save it for you. 

Y/n: I will know if you cum, too. So, please wait for me. 

"Who has you typing away at your phone? You can't even contain your excitement," Jaehyun's monotone voice irks you.

But, that doesn't take away from the fact that you are still high from Yugyeom eating you out. 

"My boo."

"Did you fuck him?"

You glare at him. You look around at your VIP section, of course, it's just the two of you. So, no one can hear you, but you still can't be too sure. 

"Not yet. You interrupted us."

"Not my fault. Can I see a picture of this fanboy?"

"No. It's none of your business."

Jaehyun sips on his mixed drink. "Why aren't you drinking tonight?"

"Cause, I plan on fucking him tonight. I want everything to be right."

"Interesting. So, after tonight will you see him again?"

"I hope so. He got tickets to see me in Phoenix, too."

"He's thirsty as fuck."

"No, he isn't. He's just supportive."

"Are you sure he isn't using you?"

"Using me for what?"

"Clout."

"Like you aren't?" you roll your eyes. 

"Yeah, but I'm already famous. He's not.. or is he?"

"Don't worry about him. My NDA is ironclad, so everything is fine."

***

You arrive back at the hotel. You were gone for over an hour, but you are grateful that Yugyeom is so understanding. You slip the keycard into the hotel door and walk into the room. 

Yugyeom is curled up on the couch with a blanket around him. The white light of the television reflects against his skin. 

"Gyeomie?" You call out to him, but he doesn't respond. You walk over to him and sit next to him. You kiss him on the forehead. 

"Y/n?" he groggily responds. 

"Come on.. let's get you to bed," You reply. You help him up and lead him into the bedroom. You pull the cover back and take off his pants.

"You were gone longer than an hour," Yugyeom responses. 

"I'm sorry, boo. But, I'm here now. Let me make it up to you. Let me change my clothes. Let's go into the bedroom," you reach out to him. 

Yugyeom grabs your hand. He follows you into the bedroom. You turn around and he unzips your dress. You open your suitcase and grab the box holding your lube and strap. 

"Get naked," you say over your shoulder. You place the lube on the table and pull out your strap-on. 

By the time you put your strap on, you see he's already nude and waiting on the bed for you. 

"Do you miss me?" You ask. You stand over the bed between his legs. His dick is already hard for you. 

He nods, but that isn't good enough for you. 

"Tell me. Use your words."

"Yes, I missed you. All I could think about is you."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, mistress. I missed you."

"Mmm.. can I eat your ass?" 

"Yes, mistress."

You get on your knees in front of him and pull him to the edge of the bed. You place his legs over your shoulders. You waste no time shoving your tongue into his ass. 

Yugyeom moans out and its music to your ears..  

"Fuck, you're so tight. Are you sure you're a slut?" You continue to jam your tongue deep inside of him. 

"I'm your slut," Yugyeom whimpers for you, and his legs lock around your head.

A chill goes through your body as you hear him say that. You knew that his slutty side would emerge tonight. 

His body reacts so easily to you, and his dick springs right up. You stroke him with your right hand while you lap away at his entrance. 

You work your hand up and down his length, and you can't wait until you get to fuck him. You know you need to loosen him up a bit. You reach down between your legs, and you're already dripping wet. You use your juices to lube your fingers. 

"Baby, you sure you can handle my strap?" You ask him. 

"Yes, it isn't my first rodeo, goddess."

You love the cockiness in his response. "Okay, baby. Let see how you respond to my fingers, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am."

You slip a lubricated finger inside of him, while you return to stroke him with your other hand. He works his ass against your finger, and you add another digit. 

"Mmm.. such a good boy taking my fingers. I guess you are a slut. You don't know how bad I want you."

"Ruin me, goddess."

You take a deep breath trying to hold your composure as you continue to work your magic on him so he can relax, and you can make love to him. 

"You ready?"

"Yes, please. I need you."

"How bad?"

"Really bad.. it's all I wanted."

You stand up and instruct him to move towards the middle of the bed. 

You grab the lube and coat your strap, and you prepare for him for the pounding he's about to receive. 

"You're so beautiful," you compliment him as you grab his legs and look at him. Under the dim light, he looks ethereal and has a glow. 

"Thank you, goddess. No one has ever told me that before," Yugyeom replies shyly. 

"It's the truth. You ready to get fucked?"

"Yes, goddess."

It's kind of cute how he switches up between being confident to shy. 

You push his legs back and instruct him to hold his legs for you. 

You ease into him, and move into him slowly. As you continue to penetrate him, Yugyeom's expression shifts from shyness to a mix of pleasure and vulnerability. The way he moans and arches his back only adds to his allure, making the experience even more intoxicating. 

"How does it feel baby?" You ask him, checking in with him. 

"Good.. you don't have to go easy on me," Yugyeom taunts you, and it's all the motivation you need. 

Yugyeom grips the sheets as he stares into you. The beautiful woman who has changed his whole life. The woman he's wanted for so long. He can't believe he's really here in this moment with you. 

He's enjoying the way you're making his body feel. He loves watching you pump into him faster. He strokes his dick, and you cover his hand to guide him to move faster. 

"Goddess, this feel too good. I want to cum."

"Not yet. I'm just getting started."

Yugyeom knows that you are in charge. That's why he likes you so much. He enjoys letting you lead and take control. He loves the way you taste he can still taste you on his tongue. 

You stop moving and Yugyeom looks at you. The euphoric feeling has come to a complete halt, and he doesn't want it to end. 

"Goddess, please," he begs you. "Please keep going."

"Get on all fours," you instruct him. 

"Yes, ma'am."

Yugyeom excitedly gets on all fours as he's instructed. He arches his back and waits for you to enter him again. 

Yugyeom feels you smack his ass, and he jumps a bit. He loves the impact, and you enter him again, this time from behind. 

You hold onto his waist, and you pound into him harder than before this time. If the slut says he wants it rough, then you're going to give it to him. You move faster and thrust into him. The visual of him on all fours for you is literal art. His moans fill up the room, and continue pleasing your lover. 

"You like the way goddess fucks you?" You grab his hair while you work your strap into him. 

"Yess!" Yugyeom cries out. 

"Stroke yourself and cum for me, then," you instruct. 

Yugyeom's hand immediately wraps around his throbbing length, his moans growing louder as he follows your request. 

The sight of him pleasuring himself in sync with your powerful thrusts intensifies your connection. 

Yugyeom releases into his hand and collapses forward onto the bed. 

You slide out of him, lie beside him, and hold him in your arms. "You did so good, baby," you compliment him. 

"I love you, Y/n," Yugyeom confesses. 

"I love you, too Gyeomie," you reply. 

[taylormarieee]

~Love and Zombies~

Part: 1

Summary: You are living with Hershel on the farm. He adopted you when you were stranded during this apocalypse. When Newcomers come to the farm seeking help and refuge. You fall in love with a handsome, married Officer.

Word Count: 870

Warnings: Mentions of Blood, Carl being shot, Fluff, a little sadness, Reader and Ricks relationship starting, Lori being a tad bit jealous.

Pairing: Rick Grime X Fem!Greene!Reader

You and Maggie were in the kitchen helping Patricia with the dishes and cleaning up for supper. You were washing the dishes and Maggie was setting the table when suddenly, Maggie looked out the window to see a man running from the woods holding a boy.

"Uhh Daddy! There's a man outside runnin with a boy in his hands!" Maggie yells worriedly

"Omg! Patricia, get Beth and come meet us outside!" You say running outside with Hershel and Maggie. Soon, Beth and Patricia join us.

"What's happened?" Asked Hershel. "Please, m-my boy, he's been shot! Can ya help?" The Officer asks with sweat and tears running down his face. "Patricia, Help me get the tools and medicine! Sir, bring him inside! And Maggie, get some wet towels cuz he's burnin' up." You say, your accent thick when you speak.

The Officer nods and rushes inside with Hershel leading him into a room. You and Patricia rush into the room with antibiotics and certain tools needed for this operation. Maggie starts wiping the boys face with wet towels as Hershel starts to remove his bloody clothes.

"Uhm Sir, what's your name?" You ask gently leading him away from his son to give Hershel space to work. "Uh It's Rick. Rick Grimes." He says running his hands through his hair. "Ok Rick, look at me." He looks at you with a worried look in his eyes. "Ok good, Your son is in good hands. He's gonna be ok. If he's anything like his father, he is brave and strong."You say rubbing his shoulders to comfort him.

"Ok. Just please take care of him. He's all I have." He says crying. You notice a ring on his finger. "Rick, where is your wife? Is she Ok?" You ask curiously. "Oh god! My wife! She's Ok, but she's back at the trailer and the rest of the group is waiting for us." He says panicking.

"Hershel! How's it lookin over there?" You say trying to calm the man in front of you down. "Not so good, He's lost a lot of blood. We're gonna need to remove this bullet fast and hope that he doesn't die."

God was this going to be a long night...

Soon, Rick's whole group arrived and so did the boy, who's name is Carl, has survived the surgery, and the night. Rick and his wife, Lori stayed with Carl, while Rick continued to donate blood to Carl. 'What a good father you thought and handsome too. -Wait... What are you thinking? He is married.'

You shove your thoughts down and walk into the room where Shane, Lori, Dale, and Andrea are.

"Lori? Carl is stable. His breathing is fine and with the blood Rick is giving, he should recover soon. For now he needs to rest." You say smiling at the people in the room. "Oh thank you! I don't know what we would have done without you! Thank you...?" She trails off awaiting your name. "Y/n Ma'am. My names Y/n!" She smiles and hugs you. "Thank you Y/n" She says smiling. "Your welcome Lori!" you say holding her hands before walking off to find Maggie and Beth.

"Maggie! Beth! Where are y'all goofballs?" While trying to find Maggie and Beth you ram into someones strong muscular chest and find yourself stumbling backwards and tripping. When you think your body's gonna hit the ground you feel arms weakly hold you from falling. You look up to see a pale Rick holding on to you.

You stare into his beautiful blue Irises, and to anyone else this would look like a scene straight out of a romance movie. As you both stare at each other, a woman's voice interrupts the beautiful moment.

"Uhm What's going on here? Are we interruptin' something?" Maggie asks with a smirk on her face. "Uh no, sorry she almost fell so I caught 'er." Rick says smiling and slowly bring you up to your feet. Lori is standing right next to Maggie and she seems pissed and a little jealous. Rick looks at his wife and clears his throat while you put your head down and walk next to Maggie.

"Uhm Rick t-thank you for catching me. I owe you one!" You say putting on an awkward smile. "Uh yea, no problem." Rick says weakly holding onto a wall. "Uh Rick you don't look too good? You need to rest." Maggie says. "Yea, thanks Maggie! I'll put him to rest." Lori says clenching her jaw.

You and Maggie both awkwardly walk away and head up to her room. "You totally like him! Those puppy dog eyes give it away sister!" She says excitedly. "No Maggie! I can't, He is married." You say shaking your head.

"Sister, Have you seen the tension between Shane and Lori? They clearly have or Had something going on behind Rick's back and haven't told him! Just talk to Rick, get to know him." She says smiling. I roll my eyes and get up and say goodnight to everyone, even Carl who is now awake and responsive.

Maybe you will take up on Maggie's offer and go for it.

After all you always get what you want...

A/N: I know this is a little short but I like it! This is Chapter 1 to my new series called "Love and Zombies!" So I hope y'all enjoy and I will probably post Chapter 2 soon.

Taglist: @rickswh0r3 @rickydixky @sinsandsweetness @murdadixon @murder-jacket @carlsdarling. @catt-leya @darylscvmdumpster @the-dixon-effect

[thatssonanii]

Flashback #1

A/N: This is about eight months after Zilla gets out and six months after Zilla & Moriah got "back" together. Wanted to give yall something while I work on the next chapter! ⭐LIKE, REBLOG, COMMENT & SHARE⭐

Warnings: Cursing, typos. 18+ MINORS DNI

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Chapter Eleven

Zilla disentangled himself from his girlfriend then got out of her queen sized bed, laughing softly at her pout. He pulled his basketball shorts on and slid into his slides.

“I know you not going home,” Moriah pouted. “You said you were gonna stay with me.”

Laughing once again, he adjusted his shorts. “It's like 1 in the mornin and ion have boxers on. Where ima go, Fat?”

The light from her television illuminated their faces. She stared at him then got back comfortable. 

“Where you going then?”

“Use the bathroom then get something to drink. You need something?”

“Water please and don't make a lot of noise. I don't wanna hear my mom's mouth.”

Quietly, he left Moriah’s room heading for the bathroom. Once he handled his business, he went downstairs to the kitchen. Upon getting closer he could hear what sounded like crying so he stopped in the middle of the living room trying to decide whether or not he wanted to continue on. Knowing that if he sent his girlfriend down, Nadine would keep her way too long, he continued on. 

When Nadine heard the refrigerator open, she pulled her head up from the island she sat at and wiped her face. She hummed softly seeing Zilla standing there. He grabbed two water bottles, flinching a bit when he saw her staring at him. 

“My bad, Ms. Nadine. I ain't mean to interrupt you.” He apologized softly. “You good?”

She sniffed a few times, dabbing at her eyes. “No, I'm not good, Isayah. I'm even worse now.”

Zilla wanted to suck his teeth but he kept his composure. “Let me guess … you worse now because of me?”

She snorted. “You just might be smarter than you look. But if you must know, I had an argument with Moriah’s father.”

“Yall divorced and still arguing?”

He said it before he could stop himself and regretted saying it. He could hear Moriah fussing at him already for getting her yelled at. 

“It would appear so, Isayah. It's almost like we're still married.” She said with a humorless chuckle. 

He nodded, trying to figure out how to end the conversation. “I hope yall can figure it out, Ms. Nadine. Ima get out your way.”

He turned to leave the kitchen but as soon as he crossed the threshold, Nadine called him back. He dropped his head sighing then turned back around to go back. 

“Yes ma'am?”

“Do you and my daughter argue?” She asked folding her arms 

He shrugged. “I mean yeah but everybody argues.”

Nadine hummed softly. “Is it yelling or is it just talking?”

“Uuh depends on the argument. We've done both.”

“You've never hit my daughter, have you?”

His face frowned up, he had to bite back the curse words he wanted to let out. “No. Ion put my hands on no women.”

“Good to know,” she smiled a little. “Did your dad ever hit your mom?”

Again he frowned. “Hell nah.”

She put her hands out in front of her to catch his attention. “I didn't mean to offend or upset. Just asking.”

“Why you askin me that?”

“Call it curiosity.” She shrugged. “Moriah's father … I wish he had your ways.  Well that way, not the others.”

Zilla couldn't even wrap his mind around what Nadine was trying to say. He'd known Hassan as long as he'd known Moriah, he never gave that vibe. The only thing he figured was that Nadine was trying to plant information for him to carry on to Moriah.

“You and my daughter are getting quite serious, huh? Six months in.”

“Yes ma'am.”

Nadine smiled again but this one didn't quite reach her eyes. “I don't think that's a good idea.”

He huffed. The real Nadine wasn't peeking or any longer, she was back fully. “We think it is.”

“You've known her long enough to know that Moriah thinks whatever anyone tells her to think. She's weak in that way, just like her father.” Nadine chuckled. “Anything you tell her she eats it up like it's the most expensive meal in the world.”

Zilla shifted his weight, becoming uncomfortable. Stuck between speaking his mind and keeping the peace. 

“You do know that's your daughter you talkin bout?”

“I do know that. That's how I know it's true.” Nadine leaned her elbows onto the island. “You know you're her first love, the first and to my knowledge the only guy she's ever been with. She'll do whatever you say because of that.”

He blew hard, trying to keep his composure. The end of this conversation wasn't coming fast enough for him. Her laugh threw him off, he brought his eyes back down to her. 

“What's funny?” He asked, confused. 

“Because I guess in that sense, she's just like me.” Nadine shrugged, still laughing. “Before she ends up in the same boat I'm in, you can help her.”

“Help her? What that mean?”

“It means that you can keep her from heartbreak. Let her go. Give her a lil goodbye dick and tell her you don't think it's working out.”

Zilla stared at her, he was at a loss for words. He replayed her words in his head but they still didn't make sense. 

“Don't look so confused or shocked. You've been fucking my daughter in my house all this time anyway. This time you can do it and leave with a nice check in your pocket.” Nadine explained, a smirk on her face. 

He shook his head at the situation and at her. “You tryna pay me to leave Fat?”

“Well,” she paused to chuckle, “Yeah, that's exactly what I'm doing. So what do you say? I'll even let you pick your price.”

Zilla felt physically ill. He cleared his throat a few times to keep from vomiting right then and there. 

“Excuse my language but that's fucked up. I'm not doin that shit.”

She shrugged dismissively. “If you change your mind, which I'm sure you will, you know where to find me, Isayah.”

Not responding, Zilla went back upstairs to his girlfriend's room with Nadine's words on his mind. He passed her their water bottles, took off his shorts again and climbed back into bed with her. 

She passed him his bottle, giving him a small smile. “You were gone for a while. Everything okay?”

He tried to figure out whether he should tell her or not. Ultimately, he decided to keep it to himself in order to keep from hurting his girlfriend. He leaned over to give her a quick kiss. 

“Yeah, ate some fruit while I was down there. You missed Zilla, huh?”

She choked a bit on her water then laughed. “Nobody missed you, fool.”

Taking a sip of his water, Zilla watched his girlfriend put her water bottle on her nightstand. He couldn't imagine hurting her the way Nadine had asked her. Hell, he couldn't imagine going back to a life without her, those years he was locked away was enough. He sat his bottle down then pulled her closer to him, kissing her face. 

“What are you doing, Zay?” She giggled. 

“Lovin on my Fat. Can I do that?”

She giggled again. “Yeah but why you bein so mushy? Did the fruit do something to you?”

He kissed her face then her lips, sliding his hands to her hips squeezing. “Just felt like doin it. After tonight though, I think we should stay at my house.”

She cooed, pinching his cheeks. “Awwee you missing Mama.”

He chuckled. “Something like that.”

Truthfully, he didn't want to be around Nadine for a while unless he had to. The lengths she was willing to go to made him nervous. If she was willing to pay him to leave her, he didn't want to know what else she was capable of. 

[dre6ming]

The delicate beginning rush

Epilogue- Timeless

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Pairing: Austin Butler x singer/actress fem reader

Warnings: fluff, mentions of alcohol, crying, pregnancy

Plot: finally after a long love story we get to see Y/n and Austin take their next step in their relationship and we have a few glimpses at what they’ve been through in the past 14 years

Word count: ~ 8400

Disclaimer: i didn’t have the patience in me to go and proof read this chapter, so just ignore the mistakes. I hope you can understand all the time jumps I did and I hope I was coherent enough

Timothee Chalamet

"I propose a toast for the lovely couple and I may be offered as much as a minute of your time I'd like to tell you what a great timeless love story we have before us... "

Taylor Swift *whispering*

"Hi I'm Taylor and we are now going to sneak up on the bride and see how she's doing. We're in this beautiful place, just south of Barcelona in Spain. It's currently

*looks down at the watch*

"10:34 am August 13th 2032..."

Timothee runs from the back and grabs the camera from Taylor laughing as he does so, taking a moment to look at himself in the small screen and fix his curly hair. "Hey, it was my turn with the camera.." Taylor jokingly says trying to grab the device back. "Well now it's mine... get in here Swift!" Timmy says turning around and catching Taylor in the picture. "As I was saying before, we are here to celebrate the wedding." Taylor says, glancing at Timmy with her best and most playful side eye. "And we were asked to film the most chaotic wedding video and I repeat chaos is mandatory." They both giggle as Timmy finishes up his sentence, before turning the camera back around to film the enchanting decorations, witch his friend has picked with most care and thought. The floral arrangements composed of daisies, purple star flowers and yellow dandelions formed a pathway to the small wooden house where all the magic was taking place now.

"Got cold feet yet sœur?" Timothee asks, making his way through the white curtains hanging form the door frame. He can see the back of her head, still that same 5.6' figure he saw 18 years ago, but yet different, her shoulders carrying a different cadence to them, the lines of her body talking about the yeast that passed. Her red hair friend was just in the middle of fixing the veil up in the intricate braid number she has going on. At the sound of her best friend's voice she turns around swiftly almost knocking to the ground Roxanne. "Timmy!" Y/n squeals hugging the one who's been like a brother to her, her face momentarily hitting the camera, the perfect moment for Taylor to steal it back. "Smile for the camera!" Taylor says as all 3 friends hug and smile to the lens. "I can't believe this is happening...fells so strange." Y/n sighs

Just then her mom makes her way into the room, looking at the watch in her wrist, very obviously annoyed with the small delays that showed up through out the day. "The cake will be here an hour later than it should, so I hope you have a good speech Tim." Her mom warns the curly haired boy, who suddenly feels slightly terrified. "I do ma'am." He nodded.

Taylor turns the camera filming the room, the mess on the make up vanity, the clothes thrown around, the pile of tissue clearly used to wipe away tears, everything looking out of a 2000 romance movie.

Billie Eilish

"Ey yo, I have the camera for the next few minutes and I thought it be a great moment to see this very wedding scene." Billie says making her way into the bathroom, where in one of the small stalls, Roxanne and y/n's mom hold up the puffy dress as the bride relieves herself. "Tell me this isn't the mort wedding scene ever. Hey there bride queen!" Billie waves to the clearly flustered girl, who tries to hide her face in the palm of her hands as the women around her laugh. "Enough with the embarrassment for the bride, I'm going find the groom, I've got my suspicions he's doing something ridiculous right now, bye ladies!" She exits the bathroom of the venue, her eyes searching for the blonde mess of hair that belongs to the groom.

After walking around for a minute she finds him hiding in the bushes, guitar in hand, sweating and shaking, as he snacks on some M&M he stole from the candy bar. "Hey there big guy!" Billie scares him, Austin taking a hand to his heart making sure it still beats. "Billie, Christ you scared me" the man laughed, loosing his bow tie the slightest bit. "Say hi to the camera, handsome boy!" Billie encourages pointing to the camera, as Austin awkwardly waves, a quivering smile ghosting his face. "What are you doing hiding in the bushes?" She asks, thinking if she should turn the camera off. "Talking myself up, I sang for her countless times, but it was never..." he breathes deep, before speaking again. "She was never my wife before, it's strange." Billie actually felt her heart heavy with joy for her dear friend, thinking that this is the one y/n chose to call forever. "Well she's still the same person she was 24 hours ago" she tries to calm his nerves, but the chuckle that leaves Austin's lips is mocking. "She's not, she's now my forever and I got to do right by her!" The blue eyed boy looks straight into the camera, the lens capturing the glimmer of true love in his orbs.

"Ok so play for the camera, she'll see it later!" Billie encourages him, as he picks up the guitar pick with shaky hands, clearing his voice once before hitting the cords of the instrument to form the most beautiful of sounds.

"Is it romantic how all my elegies, eulogies me..

I'm not cut out for all these clinical clones

These hunters with cellphones...

Take me to the lake where all the poets went to die, I don't belong and my beloved neither do you.

Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

I'm setting off, but not without my muse..."

Austin proceeds to sing the whole song which he knew Y/n loved so much, but he couldn't help but add a small personal touch to it.

" I want auroras and sad prose

I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet

'Cause I haven't moved in years

And I want you right here

A dandelion grew up out of ice frozen ground

With no one around to tweet it

While I bathe in cliffside pools

With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief"

He changes the lyric, instead of the red rose Taylor originally mentioned, he sang their flower. The dandelions have become a symbol of their love and it all started with Y/n 10 years ago when she wrote the beautiful love song that he was now referencing. It wasn't rare that Austin went back to the things he knew she loved, mainly because he also loved them.

"Very well done Austin, think you can do that again in a few minutes?" Billie raises her brow at him, showing him that devilish smile of hers. Austin once again blushes a deep shade of maroon, licking his lips before laughing lightly. "How my darling wife Billie? Is she happy?" He asks, his eyes shining with wonder and excitement. "She was perfectly fine, peeing gracefully as ever.." Billie laughs biting her lip, before sitting down next to Austin, carefully trying not to her her dress covered in dirt. "She's perfectly happy Austin, trust me-" before Billie could say any more light footing was heard form a far, and then the thin figure o Timothee makes it's way out of the dark. "My turn!" He says to Billie, stretching his arm out for the camera in her hand.

Sighing she complies, giving his the recording device and leaving the two men peacefully. The silence grows thick, it was not so long ago that Timmy and Austin weren't the best of friends and Timmy had it out for Austin, but all that was a decade old and now the two were friends.

Timothee smiles at Austin turning the camera on, with out letting the blond man strumming the guitar know. He sits down in Billie's place, putting the camera down in the grass so that the angle might catch the two of them. Austin is to troubled by his own thoughts to notice that tho. "So man, you did it, you married her." Timmy says patting Austin on the back. Austin puts the guitar down next to him and rests his elbows on his knees, fidgeting with his long sleek fingers. "Feels unreal, to be fair I never thought she'd be ready for this, but then again I know I wouldn't have loved her any less if she hadn't." Looking up at the starry sky Austin remembered very clearly the night he first talked to Timmy about marrying Y/n.

...5 years ago...

Coming back from a short trip of visiting his sister and her family, Austin's pocket felt so heavy as he drove all the way to Timothee's apartment. In the pocket he had the ring his sister gave to him, he hadn't asked for it, but she gave it to him. It was their mom's ring and back when his mom was alive she gave it to Ashley so that she would give it to Austin.

Back then he asked her: why now? And why never back when he was in a decade long relationship with Vanessa? His sister had answered simple, looking out the window at Y/n who was playing in the pool with her kids, chatting with her husband and her and Austin's dad. She had said "I look at her and I see something I never thought I would see in any girl you would ever date, she completes you and you complete her. You both can work independently but together you thrive, she loves you honestly and you love he so. I don't know when you'll ask the question, but I know if you're ever going to ask it, it's her who's going to be asked, it has to be."

Driving now though New York, he could see his sister's eyes in the back of his mind, looking exactly like his moms, telling him with such truth that she believed Y/n was the one. Austin would lie if he said he was surprised, because he had known Y/n was the one, since he herd her voice filling the theater at the premiere of the movie that changed his life forever, just like she had.

He arrives at Timothee's place and lets himself inside, calling out for his friend. "Tim, hey man, I gotta talk to you about something.." Timmy appears in front of him in seconds, eyes curious about why Austin was here hours after returning from his and Y/n's trip to visit his sister. "Is y/n?!" Of course Timmy's first thought would be that Y/n was hurt or something, but Austin calms him down quickly. "She's fine, I just need to tell you something." Austin then pulls out the velvet box that was nicely sitting in his pocket and shows Timothee the gold ring. Timmy gasps, his eyes ready to fall out of their sockets. "Ok." Was all Tim could muster.

Sitting down at Timothee's kitchen table, Austin drinks his water slowly, looking at Timmy who's analyzing the ring, with his bows drawn together in concentration. Austin wishes now more than ever that he could read thoughts. "So you're going to ask her to marry you?" Timmy finally speaks, looking at Austin with a unreadable expression. Austin can feel himself breaking a sweat and taking a big gulp of water from his glass, he licks his lips, getting ready to speak. "Well.. actually.."

...present time...

"I remember the day you came to me with that ring, I saw it in your face, that you knew it was her ring, but you also knew that she wasn't ready to have it. Austin I believe there is a lot of things that need to go into a relationship for it to succeed, but watching you two I realized that when it's the right person it doesn't feel like an obligation or a dreadful effort. I know I have only seen the outside and I know there was great effort that the both of you put in, but you both seemed happy doing it." Timmy tells Austin, who fiddles with his wedding ring, as he remembers that day as well and how he explained why he knew that wasn't the time to propose, but that he would know when that time would be. Surprisingly to him, Timmy trusted him and kept the secret of the ring for 4 years, not once letting Y/n know that Austin had it. "There was a lot of effort, I was almost 30 when I met her, but I felt like I was 15, something in me didn't feel quite grown up yet and she was almost 20, but the things she had been through made her feel much older. I think we met perfectly in the middle and even on those nights that we went to bed mad at each other for some stupid thing, we still knew that when the first ray of light hit the ground we would make amends to each other." Austin speaks from the heart and he does it thinking of those times he saw tears in her eyes because he was less the respectable towards her, he can count those times on the fingers from both his hands, which in a decade long commitment doesn't seem like too much but to Austin it feels like a lot.

"People fight, my parents fought and so did hers, but they didn't love each other, so the best thing they could do was let it all fall apart, it's not the case with you two, you know it, she does as well, you'll be just fine and you'll be an awesome husband and maybe some day dad." Hearing those words Austin thinks back to his proposal and how much they both cried that night.

...1 year ago...

4 years, that's how long Austin held onto the ring his sister gave to him. Tonight however, it's finally time, he knows, he feels it deep inside his soul that she's finally ready to say yes to him. He feels the sweat gathering at the back of his neck, as his heart beats faster with each passing moment. Y/n is in the shower, getting ready for bed and he can hear her humming softly. The clock on her nightstand shows 1:34 am. He is sitting down on her bed, still dressed in his pants and shirt, the light smell of smoke and liquor hanging around him form the party, her birthday party, her 28th birthday party. He remembers being 28 and he remembers how lost he felt back then, how uncertain everything felt, beck then he was scared for his career, he was unhappy in his relationship and he felt like he had lost all control of his life, little did known that only a year later he would meet her. She brought him so much happiness and light and he can't see himself ever being without her again, he has already lived 29 long years without her.

As soon as he hears the door of the bathroom opening he springs up, hiding the small velvet box in his pant pocket, walking to the bathroom to take a shower himself. "Hi baby, did ya have a good shower?" He asks leaning down to touch his lips to hers, that funny feeling of bones turning to mush enveloping him whole in an instant. Y/n hums against his lips, holding tight onto the towel covering her. "I did, I'll wait for you in bed." She says to him, jokingly grabbing his ass and giving it a firm squeeze, making Austin jump a little, as she walks away giggling. He looks at her and her elegant walk, he loves her laugh and he loves the way the hair at the back of her neck sticks to her skin, he loves the way the small droplets of water that she missed when drying herself, shine in the light, making her look shimmery.

Austin tries to be as quick in the shower as he can, wanting to catch Y/n still awake. He had this proposal planned in his mind for months now and even though he rethought over and over again, afraid it would be too little, he always ended with the same conclusion, it was Y/n and he knew her, really knew her.

After drying his hair quickly with a towel and putting on his soft pajama shorts, taking the ring out of the pocket of his pants, he tiptoes his way to the living room. He takes a moment to admire the New York light from up here, he remembers the first time he saw those lights and he remembers how stupid he felt for having his heart set on someone so much younger than himself. He doesn't however remember ever thinking, back then, that he'd end up here, still with her, 9 years later.

Shaking himself awake for the daydreaming, he sits down at the large black piano, lifting the cover up and walking his long fingers along the cold keys. Taking a deep breath he starts playing, not wanting to be cheesy he spent days thinking about what song to sing to her, but he always came back to the same one, not being able to understand why, maybe it was because when Y/n wrote it with Joshua, she confessed to thinking about him.

Y/n Wrap me up in all your—,

I want ya

In my arms, oh, let me hold ya

I'll never let you go again like I did

Oh, I used to say

As his voice fills the room he hears her calling out his name, but he doesn't stop singing.

I would never fall in love again until I found her"

I said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into"

I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her

I found you

He hears the tiptoe of her bare feet against the marble floors in her apartment and he can already feel the tears stinging his eyes, as his emotions grow, forming a knot in his throat. "Austin?" Y/n questions coming into the room, but he doesn't turn his head to her no matter how much he wants to, he tells himself this is his challenge to get his Eurydice just like Orpheus did, so his shuts his eyes closed, forming the picture of Y/n in his mind as he keeps singing.

Heaven

When I held you again

How could

We ever just be friends?

I would rather die than let you go

Juliet to your Romeo

How I heard you say

Her voice accompanies his and he feels the salt streams travel down his cheeks and chin. Then he feels her hand on his shoulder and it's only now that he dares open his eyes and look at her.

"I would never fall in love again until I found her"

I said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into"

I was lost within thе darkness, but then I found her

I found you

The sing to each other, him with tears in his eyes and her with a compassionate, somewhat confused look. She takes his eyes off of his, when something in the corner of her eye, catches her attention. When she sees the gold dainty ring, she gasps loudly, taking a few steps back, covering her mouth with her hands in surprise. Over the years Austin had given her jewelry as gifts, even rings, but this ring, this one she knew. She had seen it in old pictures of Austin's mom. The ring was a meticulously designed gold band with a small ruby attached to it, it was even more beautiful in person.

Austin stops playing as soon as he sees her reaction, a million bad thoughts pass through his mind as he thinks that this was wrong. He wipes the tears away with the back of his hands, taking the velvet box in his hands and coming down form the piano bench to sit down on one knee in front of her. He clears his throat before speaking.

"I imagined this a thousand times, I never knew what I wanted to say exactly. I've been holding onto this ring for 4 years now and I couldn't tell you what made me believe that now is the time. Maybe something changed in you, maybe something changed in me, or maybe it was both of us that changed. I love you and I would be the happiest man to call you my wife and my partner in crime forever, however I want you to know baby, it's ok if this is not what you want, I love you regardless of a paper the legally binds us. I want you to understand that I will always be here, always. I am part of the family that you made, the family that will always show you love. So Y/n will you do me the extraordinary honor of marrying me?"

Y/n was speechless, she had not seen this coming. She remembers know, how she used to think about marriage and being a wife, all the bad thoughts about the subject coming from her dysfunctional family. But now, after 9 years of being loved by Austin her mind had changed.

"Yes, yes I will marry you Austin! With all my heart, it's always going to be 'yes' for you!" She says, crying and laughing at the same time.

With trembling hands Austin takes her left hand in his and put the ring on her finger. It's a perfect fit! So maybe it was fate all along. He jumps up to his feet and wraps his arms around her, lifting her off the ground and spinning her around. Holding her so tight, he could feel her heart beating against his. They were two pieces of puzzle, being put together in a perfect connection.

...present time a few hours before...

"Hi Y/n and Austin, this is Roxanne, and I am your bridesmaid-" "One of them" Taylor and Billie correct Roxanne, causing the ginger girl to huff jokingly. "Ok one of your bridesmaids. We are now on our way to find the bride and get her ready to go for her man." Roxy says to the camera, walking along the other three women, in the direction of the room where Y/n was patiently waiting for them. When they open the door the expect to find a stressed bride, but not a crying one. Roxanne cuts the video and puts the camera down, as they all rush to see what's happened.

"Y/n, my sweet girl what's wrong?" Y/n mom asks, hugging her daughter tightly, as the small framed girl shakes with cries. Y/n finds herself speechless less only shaking her head. Taylor hands her a glass of cold water, which she happily takes, drinking it all. "Can I talk with Roxy?" All women exchange a few questioning looks, before exiting the room and leaving the two best friends to talk. Roxanne gets up from her seat and immediately gets on her phone. "Ok so where are we running away to? We're in Spain, so anything in Europe should be easy, but if you want to go home or somewhere else that's fine too, I got the car up front, we don't need any bags we'll just buy new everything." Y/n breaks out laughing, which further confuses Roxanne, who really believed her best friend got cold feet and the secret escape plan they had only discussed once was afoot.

"Rox I'm not crying because I want to run away, I'm crying because I am so grateful, growing up I never thought you could be happy and in love, I thought that was fiction. I never thought a boy would make me blush, would make my heart skip a beat, I never thought I'd fall for a guy. I'm just a bit overwhelmed and..." saying the last part y/n got a big lump in her throat and wiping away a few more tears she took a deep breath. "I'm going to tell you something and I need you to never say it to anyone." Y/n says being as serious as ever, looking straight at her best friend. "I swear, I won't, you know you can tell me everything." Roxanne assures her, sitting down next to Y/n. "Matt just called, they needed to kick my dad out, because he was already drunk out of his mind." Roxanne feels herself get worried, she knows this was Y/n biggest fear, because even with all the rehab work that she payed for, her dad did not seem able to drop the alcohol, he had promised her that how would for this day only so that he could walk her down the aisle, but that seems to be long gone now. "I'm so sorry" Y/n shakes her head not letting her friend get all sad and weepy about this.

"Don't be, I did my best, I really did, some people just don't want an out or they just can't, I don't think I care to know anymore. I just don't want mom to know about this, Matt is going to walk me down the aisle and we'll say dad's flight got cancelled." Y/n says before putting some eye drops in her eyes to help with the redness form crying. The two of them settled on this agreement and after hugging it out, Roxy let everyone back in the room, so that they could get the blushing bride ready.

Standing now at the other end of the aisle, where no one could yet see her, she feels the cold feet everyone has been talking about, but it was a different kind. Y/n knows she loves Austin, she knows he's the one, but the ever present question still stands: "Will marriage ruin them?". She remembers being young and just like any curious kid asking her mom about how she met her dad, it was before the fighting between them was an everyday occurrence. Her mom described someone so different from the man Y/n knew as her dad, so in her little mind she made the connection that marriage was what ruined them, then as she grew up when her parents would fight, her dad had this thing he always said: "it's been 9 torturous years" (y/n was 9) "it's been 10 horror years" (y/n was 10) "it's been 16 fucking ruined years of my life" (y/n was 16), her parents had her 7 years after getting married. At first she thought the years were just a weird coincidence, but they matched with every passing year, so she made the second obvious connection, SHE had ruined them.

Someone touching her arm gets her out of her trance, it's Matt, smiling down at her, looking so happy and proud. "I am so proud of you Y/n I've watched you grow up since you were 8 years old and I admire the woman you are now." She opens her mouth to respond but she doesn't get to, as the music started playing. "I won't let you fall, I promise" Matt whispers as they start walking in the direction of her future husband.

As they round the corner and she can finally see him, in his black suit with his caramel hair sticking in place, with his ocean blue eyes staring at her like she's the most precious thing on earth, all the doubt in her mind goes away and she knows, she knows she'll be fine.

Looking into his eyes, she can't even tell how or when she got face to face with him and it's not until Matt puts her hand in Austin's that she feels two things at the same time. She feels extremely happy and ready to make this man hers forever, but she feels the absence of her father now more than ever. "I got you, my darling!" Austin mouths to her, bringing her heart to life inside her chest, making her forget everything. Y/n nods her head at him and stepping face to face with him she smiles.

"I was blind, walking through life with tunnel vision, wanting to see only what's straight ahead of me, always focused on the next thing, never alive in the moment, then I saw you, standing in a crowded room, looking so perfect and beautiful. I bumped into you on purpose and after a few words you made my tunnel vision extend, day by day, moment by moment you made me see more, you took away my blindness and showed me the world, showed me what the quiet things in life give you, showed me what balanced is and you kept me up. I love you and I can't imagine a more perfect someone for me than you, my darling." Austin says his vows with tears in his eyes, looking at her and she feels herself wanting to start sobbing, but refrains from that, knowing it's soon to be her time, for her vows.

Clearing her throat before speaking Y/n gives the vows a quick assessment in her head. "Never blush just because a guy smiles at you, never think about a boy, never have a crush, never make the first move, never fall in love - are all affirmations I wrote in my diary as a girl thinking love was just fiction and every guy out there just wanted me for some ulterior motive, not because I was worthy of love. But then, then came Austin, with his Prince Charming smile and his perfect hair... with his soul and humor, with his heart. His heart that has been laid out to me, for me to love and take care of and for that I am so honored. I can't express how relieved I am that all I was afraid of, never came true and that all I wished to never happen, like falling in love, did happen. People find each other in the most wonderful of ways, Austin has 80% of the credit, I get 20% for looking beautiful in a crowded room."

After the vows are said, the officiant reads a few more things, before finally saying. "You may now kiss the bride." And Austin does. Leaning in, pulling Y/n flush to his chest, trying his best not to comb his hands through her neatly styled hair. It's weird how in the time they've known each other, they have kissed multiple times a day, but yet this kiss right now? This feels like the first kiss, like the best kiss, like a kiss that sealed it forever.

A few hours later everyone is sitting down at the tables, watching Timmy give his speech, one of the many speeches that were expected tonight.

"To be honest I never thought I'd be making this speech. Of course somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that the possibility was there, but I preferred to stick to that little 11 year old girl who had problems producing her "R-s"" everyone giggles at Timmy's comment about your past speech problems and you wish to be mad at him for ever disclosing such a big secret, but looking at him, fiddling with his mic, you can't. "She was always so down to earth and focused, she did have a habit of getting stuck in her head, still does, then one spring it all changed. My best friend and sister, was blushing at her phone, writing love songs, daydreaming even in the middle of conversations." Thinking back at her self, Y/n does now realize that's exactly how she acted. "I didn't give it to much thought, thinking it was just a passing thing, but it obviously wasn't, since we're all here." Austin leans in to whisper a sweet 'I love you' his hot breath brushing her neck, making shivers travel down her spine as Timmy went on with his speech. "I still remember the day I found out about that prick over there." He says pointing at Austin, who tries to playfully hide his face with the palm of his hand as Taylor turns the camera to them for a second.

Timothee giggles brushing a hand through his hair. "I never wanted to kill somebody like I did that day. I mean you have to give it to me, she was my girl, my little sister. But I'm happy to say that Austin proved himself to be quite the catch, nice looking guy, tall, sweet, funny.." "I love you too Timothee!" Austin shouts, making everyone erupt with laughter. "Yeah yeah, Y/n actually slipped me a 20 asking that I say all this, you know, keep that in mind before your head explodes." Timmy jokes and Y/n smiles knowing she didn't give him any money and all he was saying was in fact coming from the heart. "I was lucky enough to witness this love story, see it evolve and I was always so captivated by this 6th sense they seem to have about each other. Y/n doesn't actually know this, and with Austin's blessing I'm telling you, that he actually had the ring he proposed with for 4 years before he finally popped the question." Y/n was somehow not surprised to find this out, she had the feeling that Austin had been ready for all this way sooner than she was, but that he had waited for her. She looks at her now husband, taking him his features and noticing every new wrinkle that decorates his face, his smile lines had gotten a lot more pronounced, a sign that the two shared many laughs together.

"And he came to me, walked into my apartment and showed me the ring. I was taken back, I didn't know what he wanted from me. Was he looking for my blessing? Did he want to know if I thought you were ready for marriage? Imma be honest with you Y/n nothing had actually prepared me for what came out of his mouth and the only person who anticipated it was you actually, just a few weeks prior." Both y/n and Austin are confused, they don't know this part of the story and are now eager to find out what Tim means .

"See 5 years ago, a few weeks before Austin came to me with the ring, Y/n and I were in Vegas, Austin was also with us, we were there to celebrate the wedding of our dear friends Taylor and Joe, but that specific moment I'm thinking about Austin wasn't with us, he was back at the hotel." Timmy looks at Y/n as if to say 'do you remember?' And she nods, remembering exactly the talk they had.

...5 years ago Las Vegas...

Walking in the summer heat in Vegas was definitely an experience, only very few places are open at this time of the day so it's pretty quiet, no need for security, just a nice walk with her best friend, before the wedding of her friend and mentor Taylor. All the wedding fuss has made Y/n think about the whole situation again, she hasn't done it in a long time, since that night at the Oscar's, when Vanessa brought the subject up. Now 5 years passed and she can admit to loving Austin just as much, if not more, of that were even possible.

Passing the stores she looks into the window displays as Timmy tells her about something, she can't remember what, because she stopped paying attention to him long ago, getting stuck in her own head. One window shop in particular makes her stop in her way, it's a small wedding boutique, the dresses displayed aren't necessarily anything she would wear, but the sight of them makes her stop mid step . Timothee notices she's stopped so he does the same, following her eyes to the dresses. A million questions get assembled in his brain as the two stare at the white fluffy dresses.

"Would you marry him?" Timmy asks in a low voice. Y/n takes a deep breath. "Some day, yes! If he'd ask me today I'd probably say 'no', but if he asks me in 3-4 years, I'll say 'yes' with all my heart" she was being very serious and Timmy had to ask. "Why 3 or 4 years? What's that number?" Y/n shrugs her shoulders and returns to walking, brushing her hair behind her ear. "I couldn't tell you, I'm just not ready yet, I feel like he is though, I've seen him looking at the rings in jewelry shops every time we pass one and I can somehow feel it in him, I can't explain." She is rendered speechless as she tries to put words together. "And do you think he knows? That you're not ready?" Timmy asks.

Just as on cue Austin walks out of their hotel, noticing the two friends walking and waving at them before walking their way. She looks at him with bright eyes, her whole face lighting up at the sight of him. "He does."

...present time...

"'He does!' Was all she said, before he reached us and we never spoke about it again. I saw back then that she could see herself dressed into one of those gowns shaped like a pastry and I saw it hurt to admit that she was not ready for it, but I also saw how much comfort it gave her, that she knew Austin understood. Now why I say she's the only person to anticipate Austin is because of the talk he and I had when he showed up with the ring also 5 years ago, but weeks after my talk with Y/n."

...5 years ago...

"So you're going to ask her to marry you?" Timmy finally speaks, looking at Austin with a unreadable expression. Austin can feel himself breaking a sweat and taking a big gulp of water from his glass, he licks his lips, getting ready to speak. "Well.. actually.. I know she's not ready." Timmy let's out a relieved breath, because he was only thinking back to his talk with Y/n and he knew that if Austin were to answer differently, he would have had to be the one to tell him, what Y/n said to him back in Vegas. "She not ready, but I am, I think I've been for a while now." Timmy remembers her saying exactly that, that Austin is ready, so now Timmy's only fear is that Y/n was wrong and Austin wasn't going to wait for her, that he was going to leave her over this. "I'm going to wait, I'll see it in her eyes when she's ready, I can't say when that will be? Maybe 3 or 4 years."

...present time...

"'Maybe 3 or 4 years.' The fucker knew, how he knew I couldn't tell you. But that's why I told you all of this, because they've always known and they've been one step ahead of each other. There is no logical explanation other than the fact that they were meant for each other. I love you sœur and I'm happy that you found your person." Tears bream Timmy's eyes as he gives the microphone to Taylor, going straight to Y/n to hug both her and Austin.

Taylor waits for the moment to calm and then she smiles brightly at the couple. "I met Y/n when she was 16, a very difficult age, when you go through a lot of challenges and changes. I think part of why I was so attracted to her as a human being was because I saw myself in her. After meeting her I had promised myself to keep in touch, to guide her as much as I could, maybe this way she would not make my mistakes. So imagine my surprise when she walked into one of my studio sessions and she wrote an entire Love verse, only to later admit to me in the car, teary eyed, that it was about Austin. I was happy for her, but I was also terrified, he was her first love and that is a very important title, because you never forget it. Somehow all the stars aligned and she met the one who seems to be forever. A few months into her relationship with Austin, she and I found ourselves back into the studio and we were re-recording my version of Speak Now, on there I have this vault song, called "timeless" . After I played her that song she started crying and she said to me 'Sing this when I get married!' So I'd be a bad friend to not do it."

Taylor gets down at the piano that the band used and starts playing the cords of the song Y/n loves so much. Austin grabs her hand and guides Y/n to the center of the dancing ring, pulling her into his chest and swaying away to the sound of the song. Eyes locked into hers, he smiles at Y/n and both of them know that they really were timeless and that soon years would've passed and they would looks back at the pictures smiling, because even in a different life she would've turned his head in a crowded room.

...4 years after the wedding...

Life takes us on mysterious roads, some bumpy, some slippery and some easy going, but never boring. She was 19 and he was 29 when the met, it all seemed so forbidden and wrong, neither of them had the courage to dream to a future so unbelievable as the one they are living in.

"Austin don't get her wet, I didn't bring a change of clothes!" Y/n shouts at her husband, as he walks hand in hand with their 2 year old straight to the water. "Don't worry, I won't!" Austin shouts back laughing and Y/n closes her eyes, knowing full well that he definitely will. She enjoys the warm weather of September in L.A., angling her face towards the shy sun, as she pats her stomach, that has yet to start showing her pregnancy, event though she can swear that she feels the tiniest bit of a baby bump. She hasn't told Austin yet, but she's thinking of doing it soon, maybe today. She still remembers the day she told him about Manon.

... 3 years ago...

For the past week Y/n has been feeling like something was off, like she was just waiting for a cold to catch up to her and put her in bed for a few days. So she thought it's better to get ahead of it, that's why she's now in the waiting room at the doctor with Matt, Austin was away filming and she didn't feel like driving.

When her name gets called in she gets up and goes to talk with the doctor. After a short talk her doctor hands her a pink box and instructs her to go into the bathroom. Y/n has missed periods before, because of stress and just because periods are sometimes irregular. Her and Austin were using condoms and she doesn't remember it ever breaking or them forgetting to use one. Her anxiety is through the roof as the nurse draws her blood while she and the doctor wait for the test to come with an answer. "Here you go mrs Butler!" The doctor says when the timer beeps, but Y/n doesn't have the courage to look, asking the doctor to do it. "Well this one seems to be a positive, we will also do the blood test to confirm, but if you are comfortable I have an ultrasound and we could have a look." Y/n agrees and after getting her blood drawn, she lays down on the table with her shirt up, as the doctor puts the gel on her lower abdomen.

The doctor turns the screen to her and she doesn't really understand what she's looking at, until the doctor points to a white dot in the sea of black. "That I would say is a healthy pregnancy at about 5-6 weeks."

She leaves the doctor's office white in the face, which concerns Matt a bit, but he doesn't ask more than 'are you ok?' Knowing that she'll tell him when it's time for him to know.

Y/n lived the next 3 days until the last test came back as a zombie, not really talking or eating. Even Austin noticed the difference through the phone, but he could leave the set of the movie he was directing so he was counting on Timmy to tell him what's happening, only no one knew.

Straight after the blood work confirmed that she was in fact pregnant she drove herself that day to her gynecologist and she did all the tests possible, there was no doubt, she was going to be a mom. She cried in her car all the way back to her place and then cried for another few hours in her bed, clutching to her chest the tiny black and white pictures the doctor had given her. She was scared, scared of not being a good enough mom.

When she calmed down, Y/n picked up the phone and called Austin's phone, not caring that with the time difference he was sleeping. "Y/n?!" Austin responded in his sleepy voice and she broke down crying just hearing his voice. "Come home!" Was all she said before closing the phone on him and crying again.

Austin jumped up in bed, took his phone and documents in a small backpack, called his manager James and had him book the first flight back to New York City. He drove like a mad man, making it to the gate of the plane last. The 5 hour long flight felt like forever and the 50 minute drive from the airport back to Y/n's place felt like torture. When he walked in he was greeted by their pets, 4 cats and 2 dogs, but no sight in Y/n. His heart was racing and going to their bedroom he found her asleep, for a second he feared that she was dead, but then he saw her chest move with each breath and calmed down. "Y/n!" Austin said desperately, kneeling next to her bed and caressing her face. She opened her eyes with a flutter of her lashes, handing him the crinkled up picture that she was holding to her chest. Austin knew what it was, he had seen this type of picture at his sister, at his friends and even at Roxanne 2 years ago when she and Joshua had their son.

His blue eyes looked at her, scared to ask, but hopeful. "I'm pregnant!"

... present ...

Her calm is disturbed by the squeaking of her daughter, Manon and the laughter of her husband. Y/n opens her eyes, just in time to see Manon escape her father's arms and runs straight into the water. Austin is quick to catch her but not before she gets all wet, so he's now bringing a very upset, drenched little lady, to her mama. Y/n pull up the big beach towel and taking of her daughter's wet clothes, she wraps her up in the fluffy towel, holding her close. Austin sits next to them cuddling close, the two parents squishing their kid into a sandwich of love.

"Told you!" Y/n tells him giggling and he smiles in disbelief, shaking his head, leaning in to touch his lips to hers. Even now 13 years later the meet of their lips makes the two of them melt from the inside like it was the first time. "I love you!" He says, peppering kisses all over her face, to the shell of her ear, making her shiver, a soft whimper leaving her lips. Austin pulls back and looks at the blonde girl wrapped up in the beach towel, sleeping soundlessly. These two girls right here, are his whole world and his heart actually aches with how much love his has for them. He sees Y/n in every feature of their daughter and he's so happy to be a dad. Just then like struck by lightning Austin looks up at Y/n, who just like him, was looking at the small child sleeping. He could look at Y/n forever, she always looked so beautiful. Now that he was 44 he could see the age catching up to him when he looked in the mirror, but she, she looked like she did all those years ago when she stole his heart without even knowing. "Can we have another?" Austin finds himself saying before he can stop the words from leaving his mouth.

Y/n looks up at him in surprise and smiles. "Already beat you to it!" She laughs taking his big hand in hers and guiding it over her stomach. "Really? But we?" "We weren't trying" was what he wanted to say and Y/n nods knowingly. "We didn't the first time, maybe we should sue the condom company." She jokes and they both laugh.

Watching the sunset together all felt right, everything felt like it was supposed to. Austin and Y/n have everything they dreamed and more, life always finding ways of surprising them in the most beautiful of ways. And the both reminisce over the past 14 years, thinking back to the Delicate beginning rush, that started it all and being thankful for all the stars that aligned in their advantage.

"I love you my darlings!" Austin says, kissing Y/n’s temple.

The end!

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Pt. 1

"Hey Leo?" Jason started and Leo looked away from his food he was stabbing multiple times. "Yeah?"

"Whens your birthday?" It's a normal question. A question anyone who didn't grow up running around cared about.

"Yeah. I think you're the only persons birthday we haven't celebrated." Piper added and Leo answered honestly, going back to eating his eggs.

"Oh. I don't know." Saying they were speechless was an understatement.

"You don't... know?" Percy asked as if it's the most unbelievable thing in the world and Leo stopped eating to look at them with a raised a brow.

"Yeah? I don't know, as in, I don't remember."

"Who doesn't remember their birthday?" Annabeth asked and Leo shrugged.

"Lots of people."

"You know lots of people who don't remember their birthday?" She pushed.

"Not personally but yeah. Met lots of them. Orphanages don't really care for that kind of stuff. So many kids we'd have a party every other week."

"What about foster homes? They had to have done something right?" Frank wondered out of pure curiosity.

"What is this? An intervention? Look, it doesn't matter. I forgot, I forgot, not a big deal."

"Dude, of course it is. That's the day you were born!" Percy exclaimed but Leo just shrugged.

"So?" Everything froze. It was such a simple word but held so much meaning. Oh...

When he realized what he said he just got up and left, not wanting to be questioned anymore.

"I'll be back." Nico said Shadow Traveling away.

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"Oh, hello. What can I help you with?"

"Hi so I'm one of your sons friends and I was wondering when his birthday is?"

"You know my son?"

"Yes?"

"Is-is he okay? Is he safe?"

"Yes, yes, he's safe. He's at Camp."

"Camp?! But what about outside of it?! Does he have somewhere to stay when he gets out?! I..." He admired how much she loved him. Her voice was like applesauce, a little scratchy but mostly smooth and calming.

"Woah hey. It's okay. He's safe. Camp is a year-round place. He has a plan."

"He does?"

"Yes." He assured and she nodded wiping her tears.

"Lo siento, I've just been so worried."

"I completely understand ma'am. But we do only have ten minutes."

"Alright. Now what was the question?"

"When his birthday is."

"It's July, 7th. But why couldn't you ask him?" He told her what happened and she fell to her knees.

"Oh cariño, lo siento mucho. Debería haber estado allí."

"Ms. Valdez, you have nothing to be sorry for. You couldn't help it, people die."

"Oh, lo sé, lo sé. I just... was he at least safe? After I died?"

"Wish I could say yes." He said sadly and she sobbed. He held her.

"But he's safe now. We're taking care of him. I promise." He couldn't imagine being in her shoes. Being dead, hearing that your son is alive after all these years and finding out he hasn't been safe since, in any means.

"And he is such a wonderful guy. He's so funny, and kind, and selfless, and smart." She pulled away to wipe her tears.

"He was always the charmer." She said with a knowing smirk and he blushed.

"You know?"

"The whole underworld knows about you liking boys. I never thought it'd be with my son but if he's your type..." She said wiggling her eyebrows.

"Oh! No, we're not a thing. I just... really like him. Ugh..." He said covering his face and she laughed. Loud and unpredictable. Just like Leo.

"Well. I think you should tell him." She suggested and he shrugged. "Maybe one day."

"Gracias. I haven't felt this relaxed in forever. I should really take Emily up for that spa one day." She said and Nico smiled.

"Aye, I apologize. You should probably get back."

"Um... yeah..."

"Before you do, could you tell him something?"

"Yes, of course."

"Tell him it's not his fault. And I love him. More than he could ever know." Nico nodded with a small smile.

"Of course." Then she did something unexpected. She kissed his forehead.

"You're an angel." She disappeared and he stood there in stunned silence before smiling again. Now to talk to Leo.

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ɪ'ʟʟ ꜱᴛᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ Warnings: Vulgar Language, Possibly OOC Rusty and Co. all leave for a convention, leaving you with the boys. One of them says something that rattles you, but it helps you realize your place in this family. ☆Fem! Reader

It was a simple favor. Take care of Hank and Dean while the others were away doing what they needed to do. They wanted the boys to stay put simply because of how "expensive" this trip was. Either way, you were thrilled when you got a phone call from Brock asking you to come over. You loved spending time with the boys, and vice versa. They considered you to be a surrogate mother, even though you were going out with their beloved body guard. You were a bit nervous when you first met them. But with all things, time really brought you closer together. Both you and Brock couldn't be more happier when they said you were welcome back anytime. Everyone was already standing by when you pulled in the massive garage. H.E.L.P.eR was loading things up, Rusty was giving the boys some ground rules, and Brock was checking the X-1 over. "Hey, look! It's (Y/N)!" Hank points out as you get out of your car. He and Dean rush over to you. Seeing as how the boys were obviously no longer in hearing what he had to say, Rusty crosses his arms and enters the plane. The boys almost tackle you, but you're able to keep you balance. The three of you become a giggling fit, but you break it off by ruffling their hair. "Are you spending the night with us?" Dean asks. "Sure am, Dean-o!" You reply. They share a second of victory, both whisper-shouting "yes!" as they fist bump each other. It was at this time that Brock finishes up, shoving the panel back in and taking a rag from his back pocket and wipes the oil and gunk off his hands. He then saunters over to you, tossing said rag over his shoulder. "Hey gorgeous," his strong voice echoed throughout the place. You straighten up. "Hmmm, boys?" You hum. "Yes ma'am?" They answer in unison. "How about you both go play outside and I'll call you back when we're done. I've got to...see where they're going in case there's an emergency." They both nod and run off, leaving you and Brock to have a moment to yourselves. "Nice one, now c'mere." He takes you up in his hefty arms and leans in for a kiss. You run a hand up to cup his face. Sadly, this doesn't last as long as you want it to. He pulls away from you before anyone walks in on you both, but he still has your hands resting in his much larger ones. "Thanks for doing this." "Anytime, love. Now where exactly are you going?" You faintly tilt your head to the side. "It's just some super science-y convention. Something Doc has to go to. You know him. He doesn't want the boys to, uh... Touch stuff." The thought makes you chuckle. You also know how the boys can get a bit clumsy when around technology and the like. "Well, at least you're not going somewhere where there's a lot of-" "Are you two done yet?!" You jump at the sound of his voice. Oh, that Rusty. "I've got somewhere to be!" He's waving his arms up. "Brock, I would hate for us to be late! Get your ass in here and-" "In a sec, Doc!" "Unbelievable," Rusty mutters as he walks back in the plane. Brock waits until he's out of sight. "Now, where were we?" He diverts his attention back to you. His ocean-like eyes would be the death of you. "Just check in every once in a while, yeah? We'll do the same." "Of course." The way his voice rumbles with the last syllable makes you get butterflies. He then holds your hands up and plants a soft kiss atop your knuckles. He lets you go and makes his way to the aircraft, stops at the doorway, and turns to you. "Call us if you need us." He waves one last time before the door closes and he's seated in the cockpit. You take a few steps back as the X-1 comes to life with jets roaring. The boys also notice and quickly run over to where you're standing. You collectively wave as it picks off the ground and takes flight. The three of you stare off into the sky for a second, then you rest your hands on each of their shoulders. "Let's go inside. You still haven't finished the story of how your father turned into a caterpillar." "Oh yeah!" Hank exclaims. "So there he was: all big and green and slimy..."

. . . You knew the routines at this point. Dinner, brush teeth, pajamas, then go to bed. But you were a bit lenient from time to time. Luckily for the boys, this was one of those nights. You allowed them to watch a movie, but it couldn't be anything scary, as they would often have nightmares. So here you all were. You were settled in between the boys, with Dean's head rested on your shoulder. Hank sat cross-legged, an arm was draped around you. Everything went so smoothly today. You rested your eyes, it was actually peaceful for once at the Venture Compound. There was a sense of coziness that you haven't felt in a long while. Nothing could possibly ruin this moment. Until... BOOM! The boys scramble to get up, almost knocking each other back down. "AHH- WE NEED TO GET INTO THE PANIC ROOM!" Dean was about to leg it but you grabbed him by the shirt collar to stop him from going anywhere. "Dean, honey. We're okay." You pull him in for a hug, which he reciprocates. The poor kid is scared out of his mind. "Now," you pull away and grasp his hand. You hold out your other hand for Hank to claim. Once you have both boys, you lead them to the window. You drop their hands to peel back the curtains. Angry clouds clot up the sky as the wind picks up. Rain falls heavy against the tall glass. There was a flash of lightning that brightly illuminated your faces. You're all indulging in this brief period of calmness. But again, it couldn't last long. It would be ironic to call this moment "the calm before the storm," because all hell almost breaks loose once the power goes out. You suddenly feel like you're being constricted, only to realize the the boys, once again, have you in their grip. You feel bad because you could feel the anxiety ooze off of them. They still try to act brave. "Th-the generators should k-kick in soon," Hank stammers. "How long ago were they gassed up?" Funnily enough, the lack of an answer from them answers your question. With that, you tell them to follow you. Dean holds your shirt as Hank does the same to Dean's. You're going to do your best to find some sort of light source. You shuffle through the hallways, keeping your arms in front of you to feel for furniture or anything else in the way.

. . . It took a team effort, but after blindly looking for what you needed, you all managed to collect a large bounty of candles and flashlights. There was enough to light the whole house back up. But it wasn't enough for you. No, you knew the boys would still be scared. So you devised a plan. Once again, you plunder through each room, grabbing blankets and pillows. When you felt you guys had enough, you hole back up in the living room. The first thing you do was light the candles and placed them in areas you were sure they were okay to be left burning. Then came the fun part. "Hank, grab the cushions off the couch." "Yes ma'am!" He salutes and darts away to tear them off. You rearrange the long cushions, tall side up, against the back of the couch. There were four, so you placed two on each side, making the space between them wide enough to fit all three of you. You then spread a large comforter over the top over it. You take a step back and place your hands on your hips, proud of what you've done. You introduce the first fort of your kingdom. You wish you could capture the moments their faces lit up. They made the candles that surrounded you look dim. The duo then race to make their own fort while you line yours with soft pillows and blankets. Soon enough, the living room is transformed into "The Great Pillow Kingdom of Venture," as deemed by Hank. You all snuff out each candle before you retire to your selective forts. "Are we sleeping here tonight?" Dean asks. "I don't see why not. It'd be a shame for this to be the fall of The Kingdom of Venture so early." "That's 'The Great Pillow Kingdom of Venture' to you, missy!" Hank counters. You playfully roll your eyes. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, Prince Hank." Laughter fills the room. "Seriously, though. It's time for us to go to sleep. We've had a big day." They whine, but they accept their fate. You each say goodnight to one another before you all get settled. Or as settled as you can get. "...(Y/N)?" You hear Dean's soft tone. "Hm?" You drowsily reply. "Can... Can I sleep with you tonight?" You can tell his nerves were on edge asking this. "Honey, you don't have to be scared to ask me that." You don't hear a word from him. "Come over here." He turns his flashlight on to help him see. He crawls in and turns it off, putting it to the side. He nestles beside you, and you wrap an arm around him to bring him closer. You're missing someone. "The same goes for you, Hank." You don't get an answer from him either. "You don't have to be afraid, either." You hear him rustle and there's a pause. But he then does the same maneuver his brother did, and cuddles up on the other side of you. They're both curled into you. You feel their warmth, and they can feel yours. You wait for them to fall asleep before you do. "(Y/N)?" Hank doesn't open his eyes. "Yes, dear?" "I wish you were our mom." He nuzzles into you even deeper. Tears begin to prick at the corners of your eyes. You knew that they didn't have a mother, but it still tore you apart. When Brock introduced you to them, their first reaction was asking you if you were here to stay. You remember going home later that day and crying your heart out. You swallow. "Boys?" They both angle their heads up to face you. "I can't be your mom," you began. "But I'm going to love you just the same." You're really close to breaking down, but you try hold it together. You turn to each twin to plant a small kiss on their heads. They get settled again, with their arms laced around you. You're sandwiched together, but you wouldn't have it any other way. And here you all lie. You hear their quiet snores soon enough, signaling you to finally close your eyes and drift off into your long-awaited slumber. By this point, the storm passes over.

. . . It's much later in the night when the others do arrive back home. Rusty curses once he sees that the compound is muted from any type of luminescence. Brock's first thought is that something, or someone has broken in and has you and the boys. He's quick to land the plane and run inside, leaving his employer to yell at him to help bring stuff in. He has the electricity running again by flipping breaker switches in the lab. He zips through each room. His breathing becomes hitched. He's ready to rip apart anything that comes his way. He has to find you. You weren't cloned like the boys were, and he wouldn't know what he'd do with himself if he lost you. He's about to lose it, but then he comes to the living room. And what he sees makes his chest swell. You're there swaddled in the middle of them, their arms tangled around you. He knew that they would become quickly attached to you. He was very reluctant when you wanted to officially meet these people. It's not that he wanted you all to himself (as nice as that would be, though), but it was the fact that if something were to happen to you, everyone would be beyond devastated. He contemplates what to do before Rusty walks in. "I can't believe you would just- Oh my god." His jaw drops. He readjusts his glasses as his eyes widen. "Look at this mess! They're gonna-" He angrily takes a step forward, but Brock blocks him from going any further by forcing a hand against his chest. "I'll get it. Just let me take care of them first." Rusty throws his hands up and rolls his eyes in defeat. He scoffs as he walks away. Brock looks at the scene before him again, taking it all in. He also takes this time to come off his adrenaline high. When he starts to move again, it's ever so silent. Normally, you could hear his boots with each heavy step. He closes in on you. He hates to mess this up, but they do have a specific place to sleep. There's a little more give to Dean than Hank. His appendages are loosely held onto you, while Hank is hanging onto you for dear life. Not to worry, he's done stuff like this plenty of times. He carefully untangles everyone, pausing each time someone stirs. Dean is the first to go, then Hank. Brock carries them to their beds. He leans against the doorway to take one last gaze at them. Whatever you did caused them to have the most tranquil sleep they've had in a while. He exhales through his nose. Right before he's about to leave, he feels your hand on his back. You feel his muscles tense in reaction. "It's just me." Your exhausted words are so hushed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. I just-" "S'alright. I needed to get up. I've got to clean up what we did." You sloppily hug his arm. You're both silent, just watching the boys sleep. "You should have seen them. They were trembling like leaves by the time the storm hit." Your eyes close and you rest your head against his shoulder. "They didn't do anything stupid, did they?" You smile. "No. They were just frightened. Dean did almost hole up in the panic room though." Brock stifles a chuckle. Then it's quiet again. "How hard was it to pry them off me?" "Not too hard. Hank did try to grip you harder when I pushed him off you." "Hank.." Your eyes slowly open once again. A hand flies up to your chest. Brock notices how quick your mood changes and snakes the arm you were holding around your shoulders, pulling you to his side. "What's wrong? What'd he do?" "Nothing! Nothing. He was just..." Your eyes begin to water again when you remember what he said. But this time, you let it out. "He said that he wished I was their mom." You choke back a sob. "Hey, hey. Look at me." He kneels to your eye level and wipes away your tears with the pads of his thumbs. "To be honest, you are the closest thing to a mother they'll probably ever have. You're good to them." "Brock, that scares me."

"How come?" "I don't want them to start thinking that." You take a second to collect yourself. "I don't want to insert myself where I'm not needed. They already have a family: you, their father, H.E.L.P.eR. For me to just waltz in and mess things up would be… would be cruel of me." You look away, feeling ashamed. Brock draws you into his chest. You do your best to even out your breathing. His scent fills your nostrils, which helps ease your mind better. "You're the best damn thing to happen to us," his voice is low. "To me." He holds you a bit tighter. "And I'll be damned if you're thinkin' like that. You're dating the guy who roped you into this weird shitstorm of a family." He earns a chuckle from you. Progress from what you were just feeling. "I love you," you say. His favorite words to ever come from you. "I love you too." After hearing your concerns-your fears-he never wants to let go. But he has to. And he does. Your lips connect with his. You squeal as you're lifted off the ground, bridal style. "Brock! We're gonna wake them!" Your arms fly around his neck. He takes a quick glimpse of them then looks back at you. "They're fine, but it's our turn now. We've been through a lot today and we look like hell." He carries you out the boys' room to his.

. . . The rest of the night is filled with mindless talking. Eventually you both clock out, but when you awake the next morning to find Brock gone, you begin to think it was a dream. So you get up to find him. You're barely out in the hallway when you recall the events in the living room. Still half asleep, you amble your way there. Only to see that it's pretty much spotless, like you guys weren't even there. You felt bad about leaving such a clutter in the first place, now you feel worse for someone else got to it before you did. An unexpected, yet pleasant aroma fills the air. Perhaps you could apologize to Rusty and whoever cleaned up after you over breakfast. Hopefully they'll understand. In the kitchen you're met with something truly spectacular. Hank making pancakes! Without burning them this time! You stand still, going through a series of flashbacks of when you taught him the best way to make them. One time, he got H.E.L.P.eR to finish whisking the batter, and it flung everywhere. "Wonder where you learned that from?" You ask in a rather satirical manner. He whips his head around to see you. "(Y/N)!" He turns the oven off abruptly before locking you in a hard squeeze. "Well good morning to you, too, kiddo! I need you to loosen up though-" "Oh, sorry!" He's quick to release you, thankfully. He was about to knock the air out of your lungs. "I thought you left earlier?" "And miss out on what you guys have planned today? Why I nev-" "And why are you wearing Brock's shirt?" You look down and sure enough, it's his shirt. "Uhhh... He let me borrow it since I didn't bring anything to change into last night. I didn't know how long they were going to be gone for." "Ah, okay! Makes sense." Thank god the boys were so clueless. You didn't lie, but you didn't want him to think of anything else. "Why don't you go find your brother? Tell him breakfast's done. Just don't tell him who made it because if he finds out you did, he won't eat." You wink and ruffle his hair. With another salute and another "yes ma'am," he's off. You facepalm when he's out of earshot. "Nice save." Dammit. "Good morning, Doctor Venture," you begrudgingly greet. "Yeah, yeah. Look, I don't care that you're dating my bodyguard and all," Here we go. "But for the love of god PLEASE just bring something to wear the next time you have to babysit the boys? You look like one of his-" "There you are." Oh thank god. Brock, your knight in shining armor, saves the day once again. He crosses his arms and leans against the sink counter. "What were you saying, Doc?" "Nothing, uh- I was just telling her that she should just be more prepared next time," his hands fidget and you can see sweat beading on his forehead. Brock nods, but you didn't see how fast he was to have Rusty pinned against the wall by his suit collar. "If I EVER hear you say ANYTHING LIKE THAT TO HER AGAIN-" "Ack- okay, OKAY! Putmedown-" Rusty coughs out. Brock lets the man fall. He crawls his way back up and mutters an apology, running out the room when Brock takes a step in his direction. "You didn't have to do all that, I was actually about to apologize to him about-" "Like hell you were! I'm not letting that happen when he's talking sh-" You press your lips against his, cutting off this tirade. "I never take anything that man says seriously," you giggle. He even lets out a hearty laugh, then resumes the kiss again. "Hey, (Y/N), I found Dea- WOAH!" Hank slaps a hand over Dean's eyes. You directly withdraw yourself and clear your throat. "I-it's not what it looks like-" "I will hear nothing of the sort! You're sucking face with-" "You already knew we were together!" "Hank! Get your hand off me! I don't know where it's been!"

It's chaos, but you fit right in. You made a decision that day. You were going to stay, to keep this family together, no matter what happened. You fill what they were missing. You made them complete, and you, yourself feel more complete.