#I said I’d start looking for apartments today to my mom and I just feel awful

[vixstarria]

Down by the river

Stand-alone, but takes place immediately after Mark me as yours

Astarion and Tav spend a night by the river, away from camp

Astarion x f!Tav, Astarion x f!Reader

18+ but I wouldn't call it smut, fluff and humour until you get smacked in the face with some trauma I guess, banter, pining, sexual references, oral sex

TW: trauma

I couldn't decide on a POV so I alternate Tav and Astarion in each section. "But Vix, why didn't you just write in 3rd person?" you might ask. Well, because I like really getting into their heads, and because shut up, that's why. It's pretty obvious which section is whose. You got this.

Approx. 2,000 words

“Come see me later tonight, there’s something I want to show you,” Astarion murmured to you as he passed by, lightly brushing your hip with his hand.  

You thought you’d already seen all he had to show by then. Still, you were curious.  

It turned out to be a ‘where’, not a ‘what’.  

“Stay here,” he told you, at the edge of the bank. “Don’t turn around until I tell you to.” 

He then disappeared somewhere in the trees behind you. Or so you assumed. He could be eerily silent when he wanted to be. 

You were a bit perplexed, truth be told. Astarion had turned out to be all talk and no show when it came to any kind of romantic gestures that didn’t directly involve sex. It couldn’t be that. Were you supposed to see something out on the water? It looked perfectly ordinary. Some kind of ridiculous prank, perhaps..? That would be right up his alley. 

You were starting to feel a bit stupid standing by yourself at the edge of the bank. Did he just walk away..? 

“Astarion, if you’re about to make another dramatic shirtless appearance from behind a tree, I swear-” 

It was dramatic alright. You didn’t hear him until he was a step behind you, flying towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind mid-sprint and sweeping you sideways into the river along with him. He’d taken the time to take his own clothes off, of course, and yours were now drenched. The prick.  

“You asshole, what if I didn’t know how to swim?!” you spat as you resurfaced next to him 

He just laughed. 

“Why I’d swiftly come to your rescue, darling.” 

Realization hit you.  

“...Shouldn’t you be melting..? Or disintegrating, or whatever it is that happens to your kind in running water?” Another gleeful toothy grin. “...Tadpole?” 

“Tadpole,” he nodded, making his way towards a spot shallow enough for your feet to touch the riverbed, as you followed. “I only discovered this earlier today.” 

“Awww... And you immediately had to find me and go ‘Mom, mom, look what I can do!’”  

You dove again just as he went to splash you in the face.  

“Adorable,” she smiled, once she re-emerged in front of you. 

“What is?” 

“You in moments when you look genuinely happy,” she said, removing her clothes and throwing them onto the bank. “Fangs peeking out from behind your lips, all murder and mischief.” 

You found yourself at a brief loss for words as she finished taking her clothes off and turned back to you, throwing her arms around your neck and wrapping her legs around your hips, clutching on to you weightlessly in the water. 

“I like seeing you happy...” 

Something in your chest clenched. 

No, no, no, no, no, this is not how this is supposed to work. 

Your body followed its instincts and you drew her into a kiss, hands roaming her thighs and hips under the water. 

“You know, you really didn’t need to go through all that trouble, getting my clothes soaked through, to get me to take them off,” she murmured as your lips broke away from hers to trace her jaw. 

“Oh I know...” you purred. “I didn’t need to throw you into the river to get you soaked, either.” 

You kissed her mouth again, grinning, to muffle the sounds of her annoyed protest. 

Your usual script, all your usual lines had been rolling off her like, well, water. Frankly it was a breath of fresh air. She picked apart your words, expressed exaggerated dismay or tried to one-up you, turning it into a game – but still, she did exactly what you needed her to do. All that mattered was the end result, no? And if you could have fun with it, all the better, you thought. Even if it was... different. 

You hand slipped further, between her legs, teasing her exposed slit as she gasped and clung to you tighter. 

Yes, you thought. This was familiar. This you knew what to do with.  

“Let’s get out of the water,” you murmured to him.  

Sex in lakes, rivers and hot springs was much more appealing on paper than it was in reality.  

Apparently Astarion had taken the time to prepare a few things this time, including some sheets and blankets that laid next to a prearranged campfire. 

‘Ignis!’ He lit it, immediately setting it ablaze. Warmth at last, you thought, wiping yourself off.  

“Thoughtful of you to get some blankets this time,” you said, sinking down next to him, close to the fire, letting him pull you against him. 

“...Is this about the night at the clearing again?” he asked, his eyes narrowed. 

“What else?” 

“I’ll have you know, I am civilised and had a whole spread all of five meters away from where we ended up! We could’ve moved there if you’d only stopped being a complete animal for a few seconds,” he said with a mixture of amusement and indignation. 

“No, no you didn’t... Did you? Oh gods... Why didn’t say anything?!” You burst into laughter, sinking against his chest. 

“The way you were carrying on, I figured you must have been half wood elf and enjoyed having needles stuck in your ass!” 

Unbelievable... How bloody absurd. 

You lifted your head once you’d finally regained your composure, grinning at him. The way he looked back at you was so full of tenderness that you were momentarily taken aback. But it couldn’t be. Not with him. 

“Tsk... ‘Civilised’,” you murmured. “Who wants that?” 

You caught his lips in a kiss, then dipped lower, starting to slowly trail open-mouthed kisses down his neck and past his collarbone, leaving gentle teasing bites on your way down. His breath hitched as he sank with his back down onto the blankets, his fingers tensing on your back.  

You ran your tongue between the ridges of his muscles as you went lower, idly wondering what kind of magistrate kept in this kind of shape, if this really was the way he looked before he was turned. His skin felt like silk over the hardness of his muscles. 

“What are you doing, you naughty thing..?” he breathed, hoarsely. 

“What do you think I’m doing?” you purred. “Or is it that you don’t like it..?” He was already hard for you. You teased his cock with just your fingertips before taking it into your hand, continuing to slowly kiss and lick your way down. “But I think you do.” 

“Oh you have no idea...” he whispered. 

It’s not that you haven’t been on the receiving end of this before. It’s that when you were, it was usually some slobbering drunk that reeked of piss, whom you wouldn’t want to touch with a ten-foot pole, much less have any body part inside of, disgusting and unpredictable, or when you were ordered to participate in some deranged bacchanalia you wanted no part of, with all its abasement and humiliation and having to act, always having to act, always the pretty boy, pretty 200 year old boy being passed around like some kind of doll, or the time with the- 

Oh for fuck’s sake, I just want to enjoy this! 

No one was forcing you to do this, this was your choice.  

‘...I like seeing you happy...’ 

It was her hand, it was her mouth, this was your choice. 

She wanted to pleasure you. She would never hurt you.  

‘...I like seeing you happy...’ 

Just fucking enjoy it, why can’t you just fucking enjoy it?! 

“Look at me, darling...” you reached down to touch her cheek with your fingertips.  

Anchor me... 

Astarion watched you for a while through his lashes, holding eye contact as you worked his cock with your mouth, before ultimately falling back and shutting his eyes. His hand moved to your hair, gripping it tightly. 

His whole body was wound up tight like a coil. You started to get the impression that he might push you away at any moment. Was he just over-sensitive..? You eased up the intensity of your motions – you would have stopped entirely, only he started to buck his hips, fucking your mouth as he groaned, the hand in your hair pushing and pulling on your head. 

Alright then, maybe not... 

You followed his lead until he started whispering something incoherent, jerking his hips more erratically. Before long, his grip on your hair tightened further, and he gasped your name several times, before finally spilling in your mouth.  

Never before has anyone made it seem like they were fighting for their life through what you thought was just a routine blowjob. You knew you weren’t that bad. Nor that good.  

Something told you you should call it a night.  

“Kiss me,” he whispered, pulling you back up, his hands wandering down before you stopped them. “No..?” 

He looked dazed. 

“Another time,” you said, kissing him lightly, before lying down in his embrace.  

“If that’s what you want,” he drawled. 

Nature got you there in the end, but the whole act was tainted, no matter how much you wanted to want it. You couldn’t ignore it or pretend you were unaffected anymore. Free, relatively safe, walking in the sun, leagues away from Baldur’s Gate, and still you were in a chokehold.  

You wanted to want it, gods how you wanted to... Maybe next time would be better? There would have to be a next time, wouldn’t there? 

You also wanted to scream. You hugged her tighter against you instead.  

Now put all this behind you and act normal, you wretch. 

You laid on his chest, gazing into the fire, edge of the blanket folded over the two of you. It was cozy and peaceful, and you could almost pretend that there was a semblance of normalcy to your life, and that you were just having a pleasant night with a lover. And that maybe you’d just imagined anything was off earlier.  

"You’re awfully quiet, what’s on your mind?” he asked, lightly tracing circles on your back.  

“Just contemplating the fact that blowing a vampire isn’t even the strangest thing I’ve done today,” you lied.  

Close enough. 

“We should head back I suppose, I doubt it’s safe out here in the open,” you said, reluctantly.  

“Darling, I assure you, I am the most dangerous creature to stalk the night in these parts,” he said in his usual flippant manner. 

“Yes, yes, you are a vicious, deadly beast,” you smiled. 

“Rawr,” he said matter-of-factly, as you buried your face in his neck in silent laughter. 

You slowly made your way back to the camp.  

You didn’t want to go. Didn’t want to lie awake, alone with nothing but your thoughts. She was contagious with her levity in her sweet ignorance, you didn’t want to part from her.  

“Did you end up fixing that teddy bear?” she asked. 

“Of course I did, did you think me incapable of mending a stuffed animal?” 

“Ah right, that’s why Karlach was chasing you around, threatening to hug you...” 

You chuckled. You’d never admit it, but you were actually growing fond of the hellish tiefling. She at least didn’t give you a wide berth like the others. 

“Can you do us all a favour and not leave me in camp wasting time on things like that all day again? I’m sure my skills would be more useful elsewhere.” 

I missed you. 

“Yes, Wyll and Gale did mention you were completely useless, if not downright destructive,” she smiled.  

You reached the camp and stood in front of your tent. Hers was further along.  

“I better go get some sleep,” she said.  

You gently pulled her against you by her waist, kissing her. 

Please just come in, stay with me, please... 

“Good night then,” your mouth said. 

“Night,” she whispered, before placing another soft kiss on your lips and walking away.  

Why didn’t I just pull her in after me..? Wretched idiot. 

Should’ve just made myself at home... Sigh. Fucking idiot... 

~~~~~

PS Astarion saying "rawr" is canon and I will stick it wherever I please.

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[pickingupmymercedes]

Ways to say "I love you" part 2 - Lewis Hamilton

I think we all deserve a little something after the horror we went through in today's race ❤️

warnings: mentions of blood, accidents and bit of angst

wordcount: +2k

important: again, each drabble was writen as a snippet into different moments with Lewis. Special thank you for my 💗 anon for helping with some of the ideas

As always, my asks are open for corrections, ideas and just to chat too!

Over a cup of tea

“We need to talk this through, before it blows in our faces, Lewis” Serious expression on your face as you handed him the cup of tea on the balcony of your apartment overlooking London.

“Mhmm, we do?” He questioned confused.

“Yes…what exactly are we?” You couldn’t look him in the eye as you questioned him, too embarrassed you weren’t sure if what you felt the night before was real, even if come the morning he was still there, as he had been for the past two months.

“Those words last night meant nothing to you?”

“They meant the world, actually”

“But you don’t feel the same?” The confusion now passed on to him, forehead scrunching as he questioned if he hadn’t read your relationship right, and your body responding before your head could think it through as you reached for the hand he willingly let you take.

“I… I need to feel safe to say it back.” You responded after a few awkward seconds of silence as he waited for your response.      

“I want you, if you’ll have me. I really do love you. And you don’t need to say it back now, just let me know if this relationship is for real, because I want it to be.” He said looking into your eyes, anxiously waiting until you lifted your head to give you a smile.

“Thank you for understanding” You said buried into his neck as you took the tea away from his hands and brought him closer.    

Over a bottle of wine

“Found board games!” You excitedly exclaimed as you walked back into the house. Tiny feet stomping away and reaching you in seconds.

“Is there Monopoly? Uncle Lew said we could be here for daayssss” Willow was the first one to start taking the boxes as you handled her and Kaiden the pile you had just borrowed from the nearest neighbor

“Are they still stuck in New York?” You asked Lewis just as he set his phone down.

“Earliest forecast is tomorrow night, possibly” a concerned look to him as his mom and sisters got stuck in a snow storm on their way from England to Colorado.

“Guess we have these two to ourselves then”  

“Granny said it’d be good practice for you to take care of us” Kaiden chirped in but not fully aware of the shock in Lewis’ face at the remark.

“It’ll be fun when there’s two more girls to play with” This time Willow getting you to choke on the water you were drinking.

“Why two girls?” Lewis amusedly asked, aware you were still trying to hold the laughter in the kitchen

“Dunno” She simply shrugged as she helped her brother set up the game.

“Two girls, huh?! You know people say I’m a girl dad…” He brought back the subject as he picked up the mess left in the living room, a glass of wine open on the kitchen counter and two glasses already in your hands as you approached him after putting the kids to bed.  

“I think I’d be happy with that” Your soft smile easing the tension you felt in him as he mentioned kids with you for the first time, handing him his glass and dragging him to sit down on the sofa for a bit.

“I think I’d prefer a boy then a girl, you know, so he could be there for her.” He said after a bit of silence, almost as if he was pondering what would be best order, and you could feel the yearning to have kids of his own in his voice.  

“I agree with the internet people on that one, you’re too much of a girl dad, babe” You set your drink on the side table, cuddling closer to his chest as he pondered on his glass.

“Doesn’t really matter, honestly, just one would be more than enough. As long as I got you too”

As an apology

“What the hell was THAT for?” You threw your handbag and phone all the way across the kitchen island as you looked at Lewis standing at the door, an annoyed look to him.

“That guy shouldn’t have approached you” His mind still on the tall blue-eyed dude that tried to buy you a drink at the club.

“I can handle myself you know?! Never had the need for a knight in shining armor…” all your anger gone as you realized how absurd that sounded when said to your knighted boyfriend, a smile cracking the tough face you were fighting hard to keep.

“I love you, okay?! You may not need to be saved from a monster but you’re gonna have a knight by your side regardless.”

Taking the cue, he reached for you and brought you close by your waist, tucking one side of your hair behind your ear while using his other one to caress your check.

“Yes sir.” His sweet eyes turning into dark one as he heard you whisper the title and felt your hands rummage through his back. 

As a hello

You smelt his cologne before he walked back into the room from the bathroom, woody and citric tones overcoming your senses as a light tug at your exposed breasts demanded your attention back.

“Hey darling, you done there? Sure you don’t anymore?” The little fingers of your month-old baby girl clutching your fingers as you softly redirected her small mouth back to the spot her eyes wildly looked for.

“Gosh, I love you two so much” His remark a common occurrence in your daily routine in the bubble of nappies, changes and feeds your lives had turned into those past weeks, in the dead of the cold but sunny winter in Monaco.

“Hello to you too, hot stuff” he smiled back as you checked his toned abs adorned by the towel in his waist, sitting by your side in the headboard of your bed, hands caressing your thighs.

“You sure you’re going to be okay here this weekend?” Concern written all over his features as he stroked your daughter’s tiny legs.

“Your mom’s here, my mom’s here, we’re gonna be just fine Lew.” His eyes searching for any doubts in your mind.   

“I’m only a call away, okay?!” He whispered as he kissed your head, enjoying the last moments he would have with his little family for a few days before yet another season began. 

With a shuddering gasp

It’s funny how time really is relative, you thought as you slowly watched four cars pile onto each other in a traffic jam that had just about three other cars in front already. You weren’t even paying attention to the road before, only really looking up from your phone when your car suddenly swerved right and hit the grass on the side of the road.

“Are you okay y/n?” His whole body hovering over yours, hands already unbuckling your seatbelt as Lewis tried to grab your attention.

“C’mom babe, we need to get you out of the car, now” He tried again but you couldn’t respond back, still in shock from the near miss, your hands a wobbly mess as he squeezed it.

“I’m carrying you outside, okay?!” He didn’t even wait for a reply before lifting you like you weighed nothing, examining you in the process to check for anything hurt while he carried you to the rest of people waiting by the road.

It took a while, more than a few minutes for your eyes to start focusing back on your surroundings. He was knelt right in front of you, worry all over as he asked again and again if you were hurt.

“You saved us” You gasped quietly as your eyes finally reached his, his hands cupping your face the second he heard you, your lips already on his as you felt his arms taking you into his body.

In a letter

You’d been, since the beginning, the one he wanted, comings and goings through the years hadn’t been able to diminish the electric pull he felt whenever he saw your smile light up the room, even from afar. But as if the universe liked having a laugh at their expenses, time and time again you’d both find your lives going in complete opposite directions. So, as he sat in his desk writing his vows, he could only be amazed that by some miracle he had found his way into your life and into your heart.

“ … So, I vow to be your lover, companion, partner and ally. Through what may I promise to always be there. I might not have the answers or tools but I’ll walk with you, through the darkest of valleys or at the summit of our dreams.

I love you for you, because you give me the chance to be my truest self, because when you’re around I know we’ll find our way through. I love you, and from the moment I learned that, I’ve been giving it my all to be worthy of you.”

When the broken glass litters the floor

“Fuck, why did I do that?” Your exclamation coming out a bit louder than expected as your eyes started to water from the sharp pain in your hand, blood already dripping from the gush on the palm as you looked to the pieces of the glass on the floor.

“Babe? What’s happened, what was that noise?” His voice coming from just outside the bathroom door, fidgeting with the lock to try and get in.

“Please, let it be a good timing” Was all you could whisper to yourself, the knot in your throat almost suffocating you, the reality of it all too much to comprehend or process, your feet automatically swerving the glass and blood on the floor to get to the door.

“I hope you don’t have anything important going on in the next months” you said just as his eyes tried to scan you and the bathroom. His features with confusion all over as you handled him the stick with the 2 lines on them.

“What’s… but the doctor said…really?” You watched as all types of emotion tumbled across his eyes, overwhelmed an understatement to what you both felt at that moment.

You nodded just slightly after a few moments of his eyes questioning yours, the start of a smile forming on his lips as his arms reached you and engulfed you in a hug, crashing your injured hand in the process.

“Ouch, hand” He froze as you winced, putting two and two together, looking to the blood and the remains of the glass and seeing the injure on your palm for the first time.

“I do hope this kid takes after you and isn’t as clumsy” You pointed as he sat you down at the tub to check the cut. His smile reaching all the way to his eyes as he chuckled and looked at you.

“Nah, I hope this kid is every bit just like you.”

With no space left between us

You could feel his movements as he opened the parachute and brought you two back down to safe land, but nothing managed to tear your eyes from the immensity of the sky. There was infinity as long as your eyes could see and you were nothing in comparison, your thoughts long lost to the smallness of human race.

“You were awfully quiet up there, you good?” His voice a bit dry from the wind, your bodies tightened together as the guys got you both out of the mess of ropes.

“I think I’m still processing how small we really are” You answered almost to yourself, still trying to comprehend what you had just experienced.

“Another go at tandem is due then?” You saw the smirk in his face as you turned to look at him, his arms still very much wrapped around you and his fingers circling in your forearm.

“Thank you for dragging me out here, but how did you know I’d like skydiving?!” You reached back to his arms while they strapped you out of the seat, holding him closer, still with the ghost feeling of the wind around.

“I love you… that’s how I knew you’d love it.” He said to your hair as he held you to him, smug face as he reveled in the feeling of you.  

From very far away

The speakers blasted the victory song as each of the three drivers on the podium sprayed champagne around, everyone drenched and smiles thrown left and right, laughs being heard all the way around the Monza podium.  

As Lewis stood by the edge of the platform, he lifted his trophy at the sea of Tifosi, as a way to show appreciation for the support so far on the season and at his new home race, dedicating his win to them.

Turning to the pitlane he also pointed his trophy to the Ferrari team, scanning the crowd he found you at, just by Fred and Anthony, tears flowing down and a gleaming smile that could light up his entire soul. You tried mouthing something to him but he couldn’t quite make it out in the overwhelming state you were all in.

“I love you” he said to you, from the top of the podium, knowing that whatever it was you were saying, and whatever it was that happened, could be answered and resolved with those three words.

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[navybrat817]

Do Stud and Smartie do a nice Thanksgiving or do they just have a relaxing day?

It would be low-key if they celebrated, nonnie!

So Thankful

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You share some laughs with Bucky while you cook together.

Word Count: Over 1.1k

Warnings: Puns (so many puns), fluff, being thankful, inner monologue, established relationship, feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Short and sweet for Stud and Smartie. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It was Bucky’s idea to start cooking early so you could eat sooner and relax later. You were more than okay with that. While today reminded you of the blessings to count and memories to cherish, neither of you wanted to go overboard. A nice, simple meal to show that two of you were thankful for the good things in your life and each other was more than enough.

No traveling. No stress. Just each other.

I’ll always be thankful for you, Stud.

You glanced over at Bucky as he checked on the food in the oven before you went back to your task at hand. The kitchen was a safe haven in your apartment and making meals together was something you looked forward to no matter what the occasion. Though the space could be hectic at times with the banging pots and sizzling sounds, it was also an area to relax and have fun with your creations.

The impromptu dance breaks brought an extra layer of warmth in between cooking.

Bucky looked over your shoulder as he came up behind you with a small hum. “Looks good,” he commented as you added a pinch of spice to one of the side dishes.

You angled your head to brush your lips along his jaw and took a moment to breathe him in. He wrapped an arm around your waist in return and he pulled you close. “You look even better.”

“You think so?”

“I know so,” you smiled.

“I'm a mess,” he mumbled, giving your jaw a kiss. “Don't even have a shirt on.”

“And I'm thankful for that,” you sighed dreamily. He said earlier that he’d put a shirt on once you finished cooking, but you would've been happy if he stayed in his sinfully sexy gray sweatpants only. “So, so thankful.”

“I don't think our families would appreciate me video chatting with them without my shirt on,” he joked.

You snorted as you tried to picture the look on your mom and dad’s faces. As much as you missed not seeing them today, the video chat would help. If Bucky really didn't wear a shirt, they would make light of it.

And nothing would top the hickey discussion, your cheeks hot from the memory alone.

“Becca would never let you hear the end of that,” you said, leaning back against him. “And you may have to put a shirt on, but you'll have to eventually get out of those pants.”

He chuckled deeply, your eyes fluttering shut when his mouth touched your ear. “Will you help me with that?”

“You know I will,” you replied, smiling to yourself. “And I hope this dinner won’t be the only thing filling me up tonight.”

Bucky pulled away from your ear before he burst out laughing, the happy sound reverberating in the room as his chest moved against your back. It was like he was sharing his laughter with you. “Well, I’d love to stuff your turkey,” he said once he caught his breath.

“Yeah?” You smirked, turning in his arms to face him. “You wanna butter my biscuits?”

What’s a day like this without puns?

His eyes crinkled like he was going to laugh again. “Oh, yeah. I’ll butter your biscuits real good,” he rasped. It wasn't fair that his puns sounded sexy while yours sounded ridiculous. “Maybe I'll candy your yams, too.”

“Oh, my God,” you giggled when he pushed his body against yours and pressed your back into the counter.

“I’m not God. I'm just Bucky,” he grinned, leaning in close enough that his lips touched yours. “But maybe I can show you my meat thermometer and you can drop to your knees like you’ll pray for me to put it in your mouth.”

I mean, yes.

“Okay, seriously. What the hell have you done with my Stud?” You demanded, trying to shove him back even as heat shot through your body. Your beefy man didn't even have the gall to budge.

“Just let me check your temperature,” he pleaded with an innocent stare, a great contrast to what he was offering. “Make sure you’re hot and ready.”

“How did you say that with a straight face? How?!”

“This is me. This is who you're marrying,” he said proudly, your cheeks warm at the reminder that the gorgeous man in your personal space was going to be your husband. The heat rose more when his gaze swept over your body. “And I can't decide what I want first. Thighs or breasts. Both are juicy and delicious.”

You sharply inhaled as his eyes darkened a shade. “I don't know if I want you to stop or continue, but I’m telling everyone at Friendsgiving this weekend what you said.”

He tilted his head as if he was contemplating the options. “I think you want me to continue, especially since the turkey isn't the only thing that needs basting.”

I’ve created a monster.

You giggled all over again, your side almost aching. “St-Stop,” you wheezed.

He framed your face and kissed the tip of your nose, his touch almost drawing a whimper from you as you calmed down. “I'm sorry,” he said sincerely before he smirked again. “Why don't I give you something to gobble on until we eat? It might help.”

I must stop this man.

“You think you’re so ‘punny’,” you said, resting your hands over his. And he was. He would always find a way to make you laugh.

The charming smile he gave you was almost hot enough to melt your panties. “I like to think I'm adorkable.”

Yes. Yes, you are.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “This is what I have to look forward to, huh? A lifetime of this?”

Bucky’s eyes went soft before he closed them, pulling you in for a deep kiss. He kissed you like it was as easy as breathing, open, steady, and natural. It was like the floor beneath your feet vanished. You floated, but his lips and tongue tethered you to him. It reminded you how loved you were.

And you would always be thankful that he gave you that gift.

“As long as you're by my side, it’ll be the best life I live,” he whispered, giving you another soft kiss. “And I’m very much looking forward to it.”

You had to swallow the tears in your throat. Who wouldn't choke up at that? “I’m looking forward to it, too,” you whispered, your heart racing at the fond look in his eyes. “And Stud?”

“Yeah, Smartie?”

You smiled, having to get one last pun in. “You’re welcome to mash my potatoes anytime.”

Oh, these two. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[daddyslilchickenfingers2]

Kinktober (reuploaded)

Shower (Matt)

Request: None

Warnings: smut, roommates/friends to lovers, talk of masturbation, shower sex

Y/n’s pov

I’m not an influencer and I don’t want to be, I just so happen to be friends with the Sturniolo Triplets. I met them after my ex-boyfriend cheated and kicked me out, I had no money and nowhere to stay. I was also rather scared of my ex so I had barely any of my things due to the fear of being alone with him. I met Nick first, I was walking down the street to my car as I started to feel a panic attack coming on. I ran into him and immediately tried to apologize but I started crying instead. And with Nick, Chris and Matt weren’t far behind as within a couple minutes they were behind us, probably confused as to why their brother was hugging some random crying girl.

Nick asked me what was wrong and I basically explained everything. They introduced themselves before having a brief discussion with each other. Ultimately, they had decided I could live with them until I got back on my feet, they seemed nice enough so I agreed as I had no other options. The next day they went with me back to my old apartment to help me pick up all of my stuff. Chris had explained what they do for work and such before offering me to be their assistant for a bit, meaning I’d help them with videos by picking up stuff from them, helping come up with ideas, helping film, etc. We later had a meeting with Laura and worked out everything.

That was nearly two years ago, it was supposed to be temporary but we quickly became best friends. When I first moved in with the boys, I was very skeptical of having to share a bathroom with one of them. Luckily for me, I shared the bathroom with Matt, the neatest one of the three brothers. Matt and I have had our fair share of accidentally walking in on each out, but we always close the door immediately. Today, however, I fucked up. I just simply wasn’t paying attention, I heard the shower running but I was on the phone with my parents, who live out of state which is why I didn’t just live with them.

I was talking with my mom, getting ready to say goodbye when I walked into the bathroom. When you walk in from the door in my room, the first thing you see is our big glass shower. “Okay, bye mom. I love you too” I said as I hung up with her and looked up for the first time. I was immediately met with Matt, who hadn’t even noticed I was there, he was too busy jacking off in the shower. I don’t know why, but I closed the door with me on the inside, I just couldn’t look away. The way his tatted arm held him up against the wall while his right one was tightly wrapped his cock mixed with his low moans just made my brain short-circuit. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it, I just stood there staring.

Well, that was until Matt turned his head and smirked, “Are you just going to stand there or are you gonna help me?” he asked cockily. I was in shock of being caught and could only mutter “I’m sorry” and looked up at his face. He chuckled “Well you can either stay and help or you can leave, your choice sweetheart” I walked over to the shower with a smile. I was only wearing a tshirt and panties so I got naked pretty quick. The way Matt was staring at me, made me feel some type of way. He opened the shower door and grabbed my hand, pulling me in with him.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice you standing there?” he asked while pulling me closer by my hips. “I didn’t realize you were in here at first but once I did and saw what you were doing, I couldn’t look away” I blushed as Matt looked down at me. “I was so close to cumming when I saw you in here and had to stop” he said lowly, inching his lips towards my own. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss, before trailing my right hand between us to start rubbing his cock. Matt pulled away and groaned, “I think you owe me a blowjob now. I wanna see you on your knees with my dick down your throat” he said while pushing me onto my knees.

I started off by teasing the tip with my tongue, giving it a few kitty licks before fully deep throating him. “Holy fuck! I didn’t expect you to start deep throating me right away, shit!” he groaned as I took him by surprise. I continued doing that until Matt unintentionally thrusted into my mouth, making me gag. “Shit- I’m sorry” Matt tried to apologize but I just hollowed out my cheeks and sucked him harder, swallowing around his tip. “C-Can I cum down your throat?” he asked breathlessly.

I replied by humming around his cock, a couple of seconds after that Matt came, loudly groaning. His cum was somehow both salty and sweet, not bitter like most guys’. Matt helped me back up and immediately pushed me up against the wall, caging me in with one arm while the other came to cup the side of my face. He pressed a needy kiss to my lips, which quickly grew into a heavy makeout. I felt his cock getting hard again against my thigh as I pulled his hair, “Are you going to fuck me, or do I have to finish myself off?” I teased.

“You’re not allowed to get yourself off anymore, that’s my job. I don’t care if you wake me up at 3am just to get you off, because I’ll do it” Matt growled, spreading my legs with his knee. He looked down at me with a cocky smile before running two fingers through my folds and pushed them into me for just a second. “So tight, you’re going to feel so good around my cock” he groaned, adding on, “Do you want me to finger you first?” with a smile. “No, I can take it. I need it now” I whine, “You need what baby?” he said with a smirk, “I need your cock in me, please Matt!” I begged him.

Matt let out a groan before lifting up my left leg with his right arm, wrapping it around his waist before placing his tip at my entrance. He looked up at me to make sure I was really okay with it, I nodded my head and he pushed himself all the way it. We both moaned as he bottomed out, “Move please, I don’t need you to be soft and gentle with me” I told him while wrapping my arms around his neck. All he said was “As you wish” before ruthlessly pounding into me, causing me to let out a couple of loud moans.

His left hand was immediately pressed over my mouth to muffle the sounds, “Shh, you have to be quiet. You can be loud the next time we have the house to ourselves” Matt groaned in my ear. He kissed down to my neck and started to suck a couple of hickies into my skin. My moans and whines were muffled by his hand but I wanted to tell him how good he was making me feel. I removed his hand for a second, “Fuck Matt! You’re so b-big, feels so good. I’m close” I moaned breathlessly before putting his hand back over my mouth.

“I want you to do something for me princess. I want you to rub your clit and cum on my cock for me” he groaned with a smile. I did as Matt said and started rubbing my clit at a fast pace and he started thrusting faster. “Be a good girl and cum for me baby” he growled in my ear before I came on his cock, hard, Matt trusted in a few more times before kissing me while he wrapped his hand around his cock.

He groaned into the kiss before throwing his head back and cumming between us. “Shit” he moaned in a very loud, high pitched tone. Matt kissed me again for a short amount of time, “You know, next time I want you to cum inside of me” I smirked. “Shut up, you’re gonna make me hard again” he laughed before he grabbed his towel, and got out. “Here you go pretty girl” he said as he handed me a towel before someone knocked on the door from Matt’s room.

“Hey Matt, are you okay? I heard you yell. Also, can I talk to you about something” it was Nick. I grabbed my clothes off the floor while Matt looked at me in fear as I opened the door to my room. Matt put his finger up, signaling he wanted to say something, “ Yeah, I’m okay. I just stubbed my toe but give me a second, I’m naked” he nervously laughed while putting his boxers on.

Matt came over and kissed me softly, then gave me a hug which is when I whispered, “You have a cute butt” with a quiet giggle. He started blushing and shook his head, walking backwards and mouthing “Text me” before I closed my door and Matt went into his. “What the fuck just happened” I thought to myself while getting dressed, looking in the mirror to assess the damage Matt did to my neck. There were multiple dark bruises that I now had to learn how to cover but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[jackhues]

a good one - jack quinn

note: idk where i went with this, but i kinda like it! thanks for requesting!! also hughes sister is between jack and luke in age!

request: can you write about jack quinn (from the sabres)? you’re the hughes sister and you go to see jack and luke play in the playoffs. you bring jack quinn with you to meet your brothers and your family for the first time.

requested by: @hughesmoyle <3

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“as a member of the sabres organization, i can’t be seen wearing that!” jack made a face at the extra devils jersey you pulled out.

you laughed a little shaking your head, “it’s for my mom, goof. she left her own jersey at home, so i’m bringing my extra one.”

“oh!” he nodded to himself. “yeah, okay, that makes sense.”

you shuffled through your drawers, looking for your new jersey devils hat. 

“jack, i can feel you staring,” you said, still searching for the cap. “what’s up?”

“nothing — nothing,” he said quickly. “no, i — i just didn’t… i didn’t know your mom was coming too.”

you looked up at jack, abandoning your search for your new jersey devils cap. he was sitting on the edge of your bed, wringing his hands together and tapping his foot a little nervously.

you reached over and laid a hand on his leg.

“breathe, babe,” you told him. “they’re gonna love you. and if they don’t, too bad, because i love you.”

jack smiled, “i love you too… but i also hope your family will love me.”

you laughed, resuming your search for your new jersey devils cap. “they will,” you promised.

-

“and where is y/n?” you could hear your mother start to get antsy like she did before every hockey game she ever went to.

“i’m here! i’m here!” you laughed, weaving through the crowd, jack’s fingers intertwined with yours. “hi mom, here’s the jersey.”

“thank you,” she grinned, taking the jersey from you and kissing your cheek. “i’m gonna go change, i’ll be back.” she noticed your boyfriend, “ah you must be jack. i’m ellen, it’s so nice to meet you, i’ll be back in five minutes to introduce myself properly. quinn, you better be nice.”

“uhh…”

“she’s talking about that idiot,” you motioned to your older brother, quinn. “not your last name.”

“okay, that makes more sense,” jack laughed a little nervously.

“hi, y/n,” quinn hugged you quickly. he managed a smile in jack’s direction, “i’m quinn. y/n’s older brother.”

“jack,” your boyfriend introduced himself.

“no, that’s the other brother,” quinn said. “the one younger than me.”

“that’s his name you idiot,” you rolled your eyes. “his name’s jack, he’s not talking about jack.”

quinn furrowed his brows, “your name’s jack quinn? is your middle name luke?”

“stop it,” you swatted his arm. 

jack only laughed, “no, it’s not. y/n thinks that’d be too weird, but like i’ve already got two of her brother’s names.”

“at this point, luke’s just the odd one out,” quinn agreed.

“sit down,” you rolled your eyes, forcing your brother and boyfriend to take their seats. “now, let’s watch the game, and hope the devils don’t get swept.”

-

“i don’t even cheer for this team, but that was a fun game,” jack laughed as the two of you made your way to your apartment.

you nodded in agreement. between jack’s (your brother’s) fight, his four points, and luke’s first playoff point, the game was fun to watch as a devils supporter.

a few minutes later, the rest of your family entered your apartment, wanting to meet up before the boys went out to celebrate.

“congratulations!” you pulled your younger brother in for a hug. “quinn owes me ten bucks!”

“you bet on whether i’d get a point or not?” luke asked.

“correction, we bet on how long it would take,” quinn interjected. “we both knew it was gonna be today, i just thought you’d hold off until the last period — or even overtime.”

“well, it’s nice to know you guys believe in me so much,” luke muttered, laughing as he walked away to grab a snack.

you looked over at your boyfriend, who was deep in conversation with your other brother (the one who shared the same name as him) and your parents.

“what are we talking about on this fine evening?” you grinned, sliding in next to your boyfriend.

jack smiled at you, placing an arm around your shoulders and tucking you into his side.

“we’re just talking about how jack used a literal wrestling move in a hockey fight,” ellen muttered. “that was… interesting to see.”

“i could become a pro wrestler, huh?” jack grinned.

“i mean you’ve already got a missing tooth,” jim agreed, causing all of you to laugh a bit.

jack had been scared at first, but after the first day, he’d begun to grow used to the missing tooth. he joked about it a lot, mainly because it wouldn’t be too hard to get it fixed. might as well make fun of it while it’s here.

you guys laughed as quinn joined, squishing in between ellen and jim, followed by luke, who sat next to you. 

you looked up at your boyfriend, smiling to yourself as he joked and laughed with your family, fitting right in. you caught your mom's eye as she smiled at you. 

‘you picked a good one,’ she mouthed.

you grinned in response, nestling in closer to jack.

you really did pick a good one.

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[toppersjeep]

Chapter 3- All For Love Charles Leclerc

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El’s POV

“Hey mom how are you feeling today” I said walking into the hospital room. “My El you look so pretty today” Mom said. “The doctors said it’s looking good” I said. “The race was great honey I’m so proud of you P2” she said holding my hand.

“Mom I think it’s turning out well for you here too” I said. “Oh honey you don’t need to worry about me” she said cupping my cheek. “I do worry” I said. “Charles oh my goodness you look as handsome as you did.. growing up” Mom said.

“Hi Joy I figured I’d stop to see you” Charles said. “Flowers too what a gentleman” Mom said. “I’ll set these here” Charles said setting the flowers on the table. “You guys are doing so good with the races” Mom said.

Charles sat next to me.

“El is doing amazing for sure she’s got that Mercedes” Charles said. “Oh you two are so cute together” she said. “Oh mom” I said. “So Joy how are you feeling” Charles said. “I’ve got good days and bad ones” she said Charles smiled.

“That’s good” Charles said. “I mean they want more chemo but I don’t wanna do that you know” Mom said. I teared up. Charles looked at me and held my hand. I just looked and smiled. “What if this one works mom” I said. “Honey.. I just can’t keep doing it to myself I’ve lived a great life” Mom said.

“But..” I said. “Joy are you sure you cant” Charles said. “Charles if it happens I’m at peace with it” Mom said. “Okay guys visiting hours are over” the nurse said. I hugged my Mom. “I love you honey” she whispered in my ear. “I love you too” I said.

I began to walk out and Charles stayed for a second. So I just waited outside the door. He then came outside.

“Sorry she wanted to talk to me” Charles said. “No it’s alright thank you for stopping she appreciates it” I said. “Elena” Charles said. “I’m fine” I said as we walked to the Elevator. The doors shut and it was just me and Charles.

I hated crying in front of him. But I just couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Char I” I began to say as I started crying he then pulled me into a hug. “I’m here” he said holding me tightly. “I don’t get it” I said. “It’s alright you can let it all out” he said kissing my forehead.

He then drove me back to my apartment. He parked in the parking garage and walked up with me.

“Addie should be home soon” I said. “Do you want company” Charles said. “..I was gonna say no but I don’t wanna be alone” I said. “You don’t have to be” Charles said. “So how about we order in” I said. “Movies and take out” Charles said as I opened my apartment door.

“Yes” I said. “Like old times” he said shutting the door. We ordered our food and then put a movie on while we waited. “So anything else new” Charles said. “Aside from my Mom not really” I said.

“Have you talk to Joss” Charles said. “My Dad didn’t want me so I refuse to” I said. “He’s a jerk” Charles said. “So is Max” I said. “Max is well” Charles said. “Don’t get me started” I said.

Later…

“Cold” Charles said. “A bit” I said he put the blanket over me. “Thanks Char” I said. “Anytime” he said I rested my head on his shoulder. “I’m home” Addie said. “Hey Addie” Charles said.

“Hey guys” Pato said. “Oooo how was the date night” I said. “Good” Addie said. “Did you guys have date night too” Pato asked. “Oh no umm” I said getting up. “No she just had a rough day so” Charles said. “Oh” Addie said.

“I think I’ll just head to bed” I said. “El” Charles said following me into my room. “I’m fine Charles” I said. “If you need me just text me” Charles said. “I will” I said. He then hugged me. “You know I care about you.. you will always have me” he whispered in my ear. “I appreciate you so much” I said.

“I know love” he said kissing my forehead I smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow on track” I said. “Maybe I’ll let you pass me” he said. “Hmmm only if I let you in front of me” I said he laughed. “You’ll probably be in front anyways” Charles said.

“Then join Mercedes” I said. “Hmmmm I’ll think about it goodnight mon chéri” Charles said leaving. I then changed into a t shirt and shorts. Addie came running through my door afterwards. “ELENA LYNN VERSTAPPEN ARE YOU KIDDING” Addie said. “Why are you yelling” I said.

“He called you mon chéri and said you’d always have him” Addie said sitting on my bed. “Sure Addie come right in” I said. “He’s in love with you” Addie said. “He’s just Charles” I said. “Elena he always kisses your head what friend does that” Addie said. “So what Daniel did that” I said setting my clothes in my dresser.

“Yeah and Daniel was your boyfriend see my point he wants you” Addie said. “Pato get your girlfriend” I said. “Come on Addie let her go to bed it’s race day for you guys tomorrow” Pato said.

“Alright fine” Addie said leaving shutting my door. I then turned my light off and got ready for bed. Maybe she was right about Charles.

Or maybe everything was in my head. As usual. I laid down and attempted to go to bed. When Daniel texted me something.

____

Danny Ric: I’m sorry.. I shouldn’t have said the things I said to you the other day. I know you are going through a lot with your Mom.

Me: No I get it we shouldn’t keep doing that it keeps hurting our friendship Daniel. And it’s alright

Danny Ric: No it wasn’t okay on my part. I didn’t mean the things I said. Are you doing okay? I know your Mom is still in the hospital

Me: honestly I don’t know how to feel dan.. she’s all I have I don’t know what I’d do if I lost her

Danny Ric: Do you want me to come over and talk about it? Or do you wanna be alone

Danny Ric: Scratch that you aren’t gonna be alone I know you too well.

____

I then waited a couple minutes and Danny walked into my room.

“Don’t worry I told April I came to check on you” Daniel said sitting next to me on my bed. “Daniel” I said he pulled me into a hug. “I know” he said I started crying. “I’m here” he said rubbing my back. “I can’t lose her” I said.

“You won’t” he said I laid my head on his chest as he ran his fingers through my hair. “I just don’t know how to cope with this” I said. “You have me and everyone else” Daniel said. “Is it bad to wish Max cared” I said. “He does care” Daniel said. “I doubt it” I said. “El your his sister” Daniel said.

“Doesn’t mean he has to care” I said. “You are so stubborn” he said I laughed. “Yeah that’s why you loved me remember” I said. “Loved Elena I still love you” he said I didn’t say anything. “I’ll always love you” he said looking at me. I just pretended to fall asleep.

I couldn’t keep breaking his heart. Of course I loved him. He was my first real love. But I can’t be with someone when I’m thinking about another guy.

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[englishstrawbie]

august 26th : homemade lemonade

Carina arrives home a little after eight o’clock, her body weary after back-to-back surgeries all day. The summer heatwave they are currently experiencing didn’t help. The hospital’s infrastructure is struggling in the hot temperatures and the vents had broken down at least three times today. Carina had escaped to her Porsche in between patients just to enjoy its air conditioning. Her feet ache, her legs are tired, and all she can think about is a cool shower and falling into bed – preferably naked, with her wife.

She is immediately greeted by the overwhelming smell of lemons when she steps into the apartment and, for a moment, she wonders if Maya has been on a cleaning spree. And then she sees her wife in the kitchen, rolling out and squeezing lemon juice into a small bowl – hears her too, as she sings along with the radio, a little off key as always. She doesn’t hear Carina or the click of the front door, so Carina lingers for a while, watching her.

Maya is relaxed and happy, and Carina feels her heart swell at how carefree she is, so different from the woman shrouded in darkness who shared their bed twelve months ago. So many times these days, Carina finds herself just watching her and soaking in her happiness.

As if sensing she is being watched, Maya looks over her shoulder and smiles when she sees her wife.

“Hey,” she says cheerfully. “How was your day?”

“Hmph. Long,” Carina says, kicking off her shoes and padding into the kitchen. “What are you up to?”

She greets Maya with a kiss, then leans back against the counter to watch her work. How her wife makes squeezing lemons look sexy, she will never know.

“Making lemonade,” Maya says. “I stopped by the grocery store on my way home from the station and they had all these lemons going cheap. This heat is insane and it reminded me of when I was a kid.”

She wipes her brow with the back of her hand.

“My dad went away for a few days on a work trip, so it was just me and Mason with Mom. We had a neighbour with a lemon tree who came over with a bag full of lemons, so Mom taught us how to make lemonade. We set up a little table on the sidewalk in front of our house and sold it for twenty cents a cup.”

Her eyes glaze over as she tells her story.

“Mom said we could spend the money we made on whatever we wanted. I chose an ice-cream sundae and Mason wanted a new comic. Mom took us to the cinema afterwards. It was a Disney movie, I think. She even let us have popcorn.”

“It must have been a good day to still remember it,” Carina says, picking up on her wistful mood.

“Yeah, it was,” Maya says. “We used to make lemonade every summer after that, until my dad started coaching me.” The smile drops from her face. “Then every holiday was spent training.”

“Maya…” Carina says softly, but Maya shakes her head.

“It’s okay. Diane says it’s important to remember the good parts, I just have to learn not to let it be tainted by the other stuff.”

“That’s good advice,” Carina says.

Maya exhales, a habit she has picked up on when she is letting go of what used to haunt her.

“Okay, I think that’s enough lemon juice,” she says, pouring what she has into a jug of water and adding a cup of sugar. “You know, my mom always swears by adding a little bit of honey too.”

Maya searches the cupboards until she finds the jar she is looking for. She adds a spoonful of honey and mixes it together. Meanwhile, Carina grabs two glasses and fills them with ice. Maya pours the homemade lemonade over the top and swirls it around, then passes one glass to Carina while keeping the second for herself.

“Cheers.”

“Cin cin.”

They clink glasses and each take a sip.

“Hmm, so good,” Carina says, sighing with delight at the sensation of the cold liquid down her throat. She nods towards the pile of lemons left over. “Maybe tomorrow I can show you how to make lemon gelato?”

Maya smiles. “I’d like that.”

Carina returns her smile as she slides her hand into Maya’s.

“Come on, bella, I need a shower to wash off this day.”

She starts to pull Maya towards the bedroom.

“And you need my help with that?”

Carina smiles over her shoulder. “Not a need – a want.”

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[stevenbasic]

GITJ Post 332: A Saturday at Melissa's, p7 (5pm, Shanette)

”So,” I started, after an early hug hello in the middle of the mall, like, center-hallway-thing, “tell me about the TV station. You were there a long time.” Melissa of course looked great, all gussied-up and professional in a short purple dress.

“Omigod yes Shanette,” Missy agreed, stepping back and throwing her long dark hair over her shoulder as we started walking. We were headed first to Hera’s, where she wanted to pick up some new clothes for Dr. J. “After I thought I was done they got a call, and they needed to do more photos.” 

“Huh well that’s cool,” I said, feeling myself fall naturally into the hot-girl strut I always used in public, “it’s kinda like you being a model again.”

“Yeah kinda,” she replied, glancing over at some guy trying to be sneaky and snapping a picture of us. It was weird, now, sometimes, being out in crowds like this. I mean, me and my boobs always got looks. I get it. I’m tall, I’ve been big up top since high school, I’ve got the legs. Missy the same, even more - people were always looking at her, ‘cuz she was so pretty and built, and tall too. But now, crap. I’m 6’1” now  - 6’5” in these heels - and she was like a fucking giant. We, the two of us, walking side by side down the mall, like, hallway thing, towered over everybody. I get it, we stuck out. But these people - well, the guys - they fucking stared. They stopped what they were doing to just look. It was like a hush came over wherever we walked and though we pretended to ignore it it’s like, wow. Some guys followed us, some trying not to be noticed, some not caring at all. Things are different these days, for sure. Guys were different. And that’s why we’re here…

So, anyway. Missy continued to tell me about her day, as the crowd around us just kinda parted and let us walk, like I said the heads were all turning. I knew the Channel 5 people - which, I hear, is like all girls-in-charge now - wanted to do a story about the grand opening of the new wings in the office. That was coming soon; I was just there today in the new clinic for guys and it’s wow so beautiful. And they wanted my help! In setting up some stuff in the new clinic where I’ll be working. But I guess they also wanted to do a whole profile thing about her. They want to talk to her about her career, film her in the gym. Yeah, it was all timed for when some of the new products came out. Some marketing thing, probably. She was like the ideal woman for this new, like, age. 

“I’m so proud of you!” I told her as we got to the department store. I was! I was proud of her! We’d been friends forever. We were even roommates for a while until the doctors at Evolution wanted her to move out of our rented brownstone in the city and into the facility with them - that was a couple years ago, now. It had been a nice enough little place they set up, part of the clinic there, deep in the building I guess. It looked like a real apartment if you didn’t look too hard, she’d said. But I’d never been there; she hadn’t been allowed to have visitors. They kept close tabs on her, and I knew they were, like, studying her. She never really complained, at least to me, until recently. Since she started dating Dr. J she began to get frustrated, like they were looking over her shoulder all the time. She wanted some more freedom, some more privacy, and when her mom left the house for some travels she took the chance to tell them she was moving out, into her mom’s place. They didn’t like that, I guess, but good for her! Missy has been too nice in the past, always doing what other people told her. It’s good she put her foot down, and when the new apartments for us were ready over the office we’d all move in there like one big, happy, big-boobie family.

“You’re so beautiful…” someone said, a medium, nervous guy with an old fishing hat, as we passed him on the escalator. He was looking at Missy, of course.

“Oh thank you!” she sang, flashing him a brilliant smile over her shoulder as we rose up above him, him on the moving stairs going down. She didn’t seem to pay it much mind - we went right back to chatting - but it was, like, a reminder of just how simpy men were getting. It’d only been a few days since the election-thing, but everyone was saying it’s different already, even just since then. Guys just seemed, I dunno…smaller. Sillier. Less important. And more, like…timid and scared but also more, I dunno…eager. To show how much they liked us. I don’t know if Missy even realized it but if she called out, right here in the mall, and wanted them all to, like, do something - sing her name, give her money, maybe even haha get on their knees - I’m pretty sure a lot of them would do it. In fact I said something to one guy that was really staring at us, once we got to the top of the escalator and into the  “Young Men’s” section, where we were headed. I told him to ‘get out of the way of your goddess’ and he actually said ‘yes ma’am’ back to me.

So freakin’ funny.

Anyway, Melissa had been telling me about her feelings for Dr. J. She was really in love, but she worried about him. “I mean,” she’d said, “I really, really like being the dominant one in the relationship, and I am...”

I agreed with her, she was. For sure. She was a stronger personality, and absolutely she was physically stronger than him. By like, a lot haha. I’ve seen this girl lift up a couch recently.

“...but more than just being his, like, what do you call it..?”

“Superior?”

“Yeah…more than that, I want to be his protector. The world’s getting weird for men, and he’s…needy.”

“Yeah he is,” I agreed, “and things might get tough for guys like him.”

“And I mean, of course I want to be the boss,” she giggled, “but I also want to be, like…”

“Like a superhero for him?” 

“Omigod yes,” she said, as we started browsing the racks. We we’re like that; we knew what one another were thinking, lots of times. Like sisters.

“Here check these out,” I offered, showing her a section of decent choices. She was looking for grey khakis for him, some that would fit. He’d probably need a size 12, she said.

“Yeah it’s funny you say that,” she said, “We’ve been talking about it recently, him and me, him needing me, and already I can feel my body changing. In different ways than before…”

Ok. Let me tell you a little bit about Missy. Some of this you probably already know. She has a way - she always had, ever since I met her when she moved into town in high school - of getting what she needs. Of becoming what she needs. Math classes were tough? No problem, bigger boobs help get better grades. Needed to move up at that job, when the boss was an ass-man? Easy. Boom. Ten more pounds where it counts. Wanted your friends to be as hot as you so you could all hang out and torture boys? Done, bingo. I tell you, maybe it was just luck but it seemed like she had a way of changing herself and everything around her so she would succeed and get what she wanted. “The Missy Effect” we called it. She’d just laugh when we asked her about it, lament that she still couldn’t spell, but I swear to god it was real.

“How do you like these?” she asked, holding up a pair of pants for me to approve.

“They look like little boy pants,” I giggled, making her giggle too.

“Maybe I should get a couple, in a few colors?”

“Hm maybe but you don’t want to get too many, in case he, y’know…”

…keeps getting smaller, we both knew. Like sisters. 

“Yeah maybe these and just one more, in tan.”

But anyway, she kept telling me about Dr. J.

“So we had our date night, last night,” she continued, two pairs over her arm as we moved over towards the sweaters. The girls had been calling it ‘Boob Night’ once they heard her plans, which also made her laugh. “And it kinda showed me that I want to move our relationship to, like, the next phase…”

And that’s where I come in. Shanette Stevens: ‘Professional MommyGF’ haha. 

She looked at me, and I chuckled. “Let me tell you how it’s going with Scottie,” I said, as we started circling the mannequins with their cute little sweaters. It was getting chilly, being November, and the winter stuff was all out. There were two guys watching us from behind some racks but we just pretended they weren’t there. 

“I’m so happy you two are dating..!” she said, smiling, those brilliant green eyes of her sparkling. I love her so much.

“Yeah yeah, yeah…” I agreed. Scottie…Scott Hempsted, Scottie-Two-Times…was a guy, a guy friend of ours, mine and Missy’s, since way back in high school. I always thought he was cute in a goofy yellow-lab kinda way, and I knew he had the hots for Missy (like everybody else). Anyway years, now, out of high school we still all hung out once in a while, and he and I had finally started dating. I had a few conditions for him, haha, of course. For one, he couldn’t just use me to try to get to Missy. It wouldn’t work and I’d kill him. And second, I wanted him to be my baby.

“Oooo this one’s nice,” Missy exclaimed, finding the perfect blue-and-white-striped crewneck, in a boys’ large.

“That is nice,” I agreed.

The feelings had been strong, for a while, and since I started working again with Missy they’d suddenly gotten stronger still. I wanted a man to spoil and dwarf with affection, I wanted a boy to baby. These were getting common, these urges, in a lot of girls, and these big boobs of mine wanted to be put to good use…and as they got bigger they got harder to ignore. It sounds funny maybe but overwhelming a guy with cooking and cleaning and putting his head in your lap when he’s tired or sad or scared was just damn hot. I told Scottie I wanted to be his Mommy Girlfriend, and haha I can still see his face when his jaw dropped. He started shaking and nearly passed out. Boys liked that idea too, these days. A lot.

Missy knew what we’d been doing, together, mostly, Scottie and me. She and I shared that sort of thing. She knew that our favorite sex toy as a couple, for real, was a baby bottle. 

And now I think she was looking for advice.

”Okay, so,” I started again, after Missy added the blue sweater to the pile. I’d dropped my voice a bit, so those guys who were still staring at us couldn’t hear. “I spent the whole day with Katarina,” I said, “She told me some crazy shit. Did you know there are places, not here in America but like in the world, like colonies, new colonies, where the guys are all, like, small.”

“Small?” Missy asked, maybe a little confused. She was looking through some sweater vests that, yes, would have been adorable on him. 

“Like, made small. Smaller,” I clarified, “Shrunk. Like almost made into babies. Ooo - get that argyle one!”  Missy smiled as she’d already decided on it. Blue argyle - so cute! Anyway, I continued with what Katarina had told me. “And the women, the women in these places are all, like, their moms. Or, like, become their moms, their mommies. They all live together in these, like, yeah…little colonies.”

“omigod,” Missy said, eyes wide, picturing it. 

I paused for a second, making sure for sure that we weren’t being overheard: “Katarina asked if I wanted to visit one,” I whispered, “That maybe I could take Scottie…”

“Omigod Shanettttttte I can’t even,” she said, not worrying about lowering her voice in the least, “I’m going to soak through my panties for you.”

Just then, a crash from behind a nearby rack. The guys had been listening, or trying to. One of them was now, their cover blown, running away. The other stood frozen. 

“That’s right, run, little man,” I called out, after the one who’d bolted. Then I turned to his friend. “And you too, twerpo. Or we might just sit on you.”

That got Missy laughing, and I laughed too as they now both fled away from the big, mean ladies.

“So your first step,” I started again, as we got back to our conversation and started looking for socks for him, “is to show him how nice it can be to be with a girl with, like, strong maternal instincts. With a maternal woman.”

“I think I can do that,” Melissa giggled, pressing out her twin KK (or whatever they were today) cannons. They seriously looked huger every day, and threatened to burst out of the simple, conservative, wine-colored dress she’d worn to her interview. “These are just full of maternal instincts..!”

“Haha yeah those’ll definitely help,” I laughed, seeing that we maybe had another admirer over by the shoes, another pimply, sweaty-faced stalker. “But even more than the boobs, there’s other stuff. And not just doing his laundry or arranging his drawers.”

“Such as..?” Missy lead, picking out some black dress socks, and then thinking again. The ones with stripes were cuter, I agreed. 

“Do things for him. Like, you should be the one that calls in to order, like, pizza,” I said, taking the pants and the sweaters off her hands so she could grab more socks, “and any other thing that, like, implies someone making the call or taking care of a decision. Speak up for everything he´s too shy to say. He’ll appreciate it, and eventually he’ll come to depend on you for it.”

“Ooo I like that,” Missy agreed, eyes wide, “and I like these socks, too. How ‘bout you?”

“Ha, maybe a little much, at this point,” I said. Even Scottie wouldn’t agree to Sesame Street socks. Well, yet haha. 

“What else?” she pressed. 

“Well, how ‘bout…driving,” I started, “You do all the driving, right?”

“He doesn’t have a car, anymore,” she said, knowing I knew that of course. 

“But does he ever, like, offer to drive you guys around, in your car, ask for the keys? Does he even want to drive anymore?”

“I dunno,” she answered, nodding, and moving over to the belts. She was considering the idea, for sure. “He doesn’t really ask…”

“He doesn’t ask to drive because the truth is he doesn’t want to drive,” I said, “He wants you to do it. Because he’s getting afraid of it.” I helped her pick out a nice brown belt for little waists. Reversible, too. “And soon, he won’t be able to do it anymore.”

“Yeah,” Missy agreed, biting her lower lip and staying quiet. But the sparkle in her eye when she glanced at me told me everything. She liked the idea, I could tell. 

“And when you drive him, do you make sure he’s buckled in, all nice and safe?” I asked. 

“I…I should, huh?”

“Well of course,” I smiled, “and buckle him in yourself, make sure it’s done right.” My own eyes were sparkling now, I could feel it, and I could see Missy picturing smooshing her boobs into him the way I do into Scottie when I buckle him in. I also kiss him on the forehead, and wrinkle my nose when I tell him he’s cute. 

“He does like the tender stuff,” she said, “and he likes it when I take care of the things he knows he can´t. The mommy-girlfriend stuff.” There were some shoes that caught Missy’s eye, and we drifted that way. “But I know he also likes the bigger displays of my, like, power. How strong I am. When we’re, like, alone.”

I giggled, thinking of it, imagining what it must be like to be as strong as her and toss a guy around in the bedroom. She’d told me about the table, and pinning him to the wall, lifting and carrying him. “That’s okay,” I finally said, “you can do both. You can be his, like, Super Mommy.”

That made her laugh, but when she bent over to check out some little sneakers on a lower rack I saw our greasy little admirer from before glance her way. Her ass was way in the air, and he was staring. 

“Getting a good look?” I snapped, immediately grabbing the guy's attention. His eyes went wide and as Missy stood up…and up…and up…now peering down at him, realizing what he’d been doing, he started to back away. He was maybe fifteen feet down the aisle, retreating.

“Yeah you’d better run,” she said, her voice suddenly bigger and deeper than I’d ever heard it, eyes on the squirrely little man as he kept taking steps backwards. I saw Melissa’s eyes flash, darkening, and then in a big voice which I swear to god made the overhead lights flicker and the whole room shake she boomed “RUN!” and the guy was literally knocked off his feet, blown backwards by the sonic power of her voice. Whether it was from him falling or just the strength of her, the racks rattled,  shoes fell, and a “30% off boy’s shoes” sign across the aisle was blown clean over. 

We both watched as the little man clambered to his feet, panicked, and ran away like a scared rabbit. A mannequin toppled over. 

“Oh my god, Missy,” I breathed, finally able to speak, looking at her with new eyes. Did I see that right? What had she just done??

“Haha wow…” she said, her voice suddenly back to normal, but her smile with a weird curl, “…that’s new.”

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Feather Light | Three | Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Prologue  One  Two

Rose “Tigger” Buchanon realized she was extremely lucky that she didn’t have to fly against or with Maverick. Just looking over the reports from training alone were enough to make her feel bad for the younger aviators, however, the real mission would be much worse than anything Maverick could come up with. They were starting the low level course today. Her hands got clammy just thinking about it. If none of the pilots could make it through this, the mission was doomed.

“You’re here early.”

She straightened in her chair before turning to Maverick, “Uh yeah. I couldn’t sleep so I went up for a little while before coming in. Figured I’d try to get a head start on today’s paperwork.”

“You’ve already been up in the air this morning? And you’re an hour early?”

“Yeah, like I said, I couldn’t sleep. Being up in the air is the easiest way to clear my head, you know? So I figured I’d watch the sunrise from the skies.”

Maverick took a seat next to her, “Do you want to talk about it?”

She scoffed, “Not unless you’re ready to tell me why you pulled his application to the Naval Academy. And what you’re going to do to make him hate you less, so that you can both get through this mission.”

She shook her head, feeling rage start to build, “He just lost his mom, and then you pulled that rug out from under him. Going to the Academy, that was the only thing that kept him going then, and you knew that. You stopped him from doing what he loved, you took years away from him. Hell, you took years away from me too, Maverick.”

“I didn’t-”

“I had it all planned, I was going to a school close enough that I could go see Bradley when he was on leave at the Academy. I’d go to all of the football games so we could hang out after he was dismissed, hang out with his sponsor family. Then, suddenly I’m picking up and following him to Virginia, because he had no one else. I had to get an apartment half way between my campus and his so I could be as close as humanly possible. I was double majoring, but with two different schools so that I could still keep my plan on track.”

“Don’t you dare try to say you didn’t do anything to me,” She continued, “He was hanging on by a thread and it was all I could do to keep him from falling. And right now, it’s all I can do to make sure all of you can make it back from this mission.”

She stood, ready to leave, but Maverick’s voice stopped her, “I know Cyclone and Ice asked you if I was really the best choice for this. Why did you say yes?”

“Because, Maverick, you are the best choice to teach them, unfortunately. You just aren’t the best choice for Bradley, not yet anyway.”

“He still loves you.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat, “Yeah, Mav, I love him too. But this time love isn’t the answer to all of our problems, it isn’t enough. It wasn’t enough when I left years ago, and it won’t be enough now. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get ready for the day ahead. Based on your lesson plan, it’s going to be a long one.”

Hours later, Rose sat to the side while Maverick reviewed everyone’s run of the course. The tension was building because quite honestly, everyone was failing miserably. She was chewing on her thumbnail, looking over all of her notes, trying to find a way to make this easier.

“Why are you dead?” Maverick asked for probably the hundredth time, “You’re a team leader up there, so why are you and your team dead?”

“Sir, he’s the only one who made it to the target,” Phoenix gently argued, careful not to cross the line.

“A minute late,” Mav pointed out, “He gave enemy aircraft time to shoot him down. He is dead.”

“You don’t know that,” Bradley shook his head.

Rose moved forward in her seat, setting all of her papers on the desk next to her. Bradley’s jaw was clenched, as were his hands in his lap.

“You’re not flying fast enough. You don’t have a second to waste.” Hangman cut in.

“We made it to the target.”

“And superior enemy aircraft intercepted you on your way out,” Maverick took a step towards Bradley, tone changing.

“Then it’s a dogfight.”

Bradley’s voice sounded too calm. He didn’t miss a beat, didn’t flinch, didn’t have to think it through. Almost as if he wanted to fight his way out of everything.

“Against fifth generation fighters?”

“Yeah, we still have a chance.”

Air got caught in Rose’s chest. The thought of Bradley being so calm about a dogfight scared her more than anything. She wanted to slap it out of him. Get him to realize this wasn’t a game, it was far from it.

“In an F-18?” Maverick questioned.

“It’s not the plane, sir. It’s the pilot,” Bradley replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Exactly,” Mav yelled, causing Rose to stand.

She wasn’t sure how to even begin to stop this. She couldn’t without overstepping the boundaries between civilian and Captain. She would have to let them figure it out, and hope they didn’t take everyone else down in the process.

For a second, maybe even less, her eyes met Bradley’s, she hoped he could see just how sorry she was for everything. How none of this had anything to do with her.

After a moment of silence, Bradley spoke back up again, “There’s more than one way to fly this mission.”

“You really don’t get it. On this mission, a man flies like Maverick here, or a man does not come back,” Hangman nodded towards Phoenix, “No offense intended.”

“Yet somehow, you always manage,” Bob responded, causing Rose to force back a smile.

“Look, I don’t mean to criticize. You’re conservative that’s all,” Hangman stated, looking back at Bradley.

“Lieutenant, that’s enough,” Maverick said softly, too soft.

“We’re going into combat, son. On a level no living pilot has ever seen,” Hangman continued, before looking back at Maverick, “Not even him.”

No matter the look that Maverick gave Hangman, Rose knew he wouldn’t stop. She took a step forward, eyeing Bradley carefully. She knew in her gut that this wouldn’t end well for anyone, it wasn’t about Mav and Bradley anymore, this was about something else.

“That’s no time to be thinking about the past,” Hangman added.

A mild amount of panic ripped through Rose. Maybe more than a mild amount, she was sure her heart would explode. Hurt flashed across Bradley’s face before turning to anger.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Rooster,” Maverick all but hissed.

“I can’t be the only one that Maverick flew with his old man. Or that Maverick was flying when his old man-”

Bradley exploded from his seat, moving faster than lightning towards Hangman. Everyone was up, yelling and trying to break the two apart, but Rose was frozen in place. She’d never seen Bradley quite like that. Closest she ever witnessed was after he found out about his application.

“That’s enough!” Mav yelled.

“He’s not cut out for this mission,” Hangman said calmly, “You know it. You know I’m right.”

“You’re all dismissed.”

That finally got Rose moving, she touched Bradley’s shoulder, “Rooster.”

He looked over at her, letting out a small scoff before shaking her hand off and walking away, Phoenix and Bob right behind him. Rose waited until everyone left the hanger before turning to Maverick. He looked like he was in a state of hurt and shock all at once.

“Fix it, Pete,” She hissed, pointing to him.

It took her an hour to find Bradley, stripped out of his flight suit, now in jeans and a white shirt. His head was hung low, supported by his hands. She couldn’t tell if he was still angry or something else. But one thing Rose did know was that she’d left him alone to deal with everything long enough.

“Rooster?” She questioned softly, sitting a few feet away from him.

“I might hate him, but I couldn’t let Hangman say he was the reason my dad is dead,” His voice was low, “It wasn’t Maverick’s fault. I remember seeing him after it happened, he would’ve given anything to bring him back.”

“I know,” She replied as gently as she could, “I remember it too. I was with you that day. I don’t remember where we were, I just remember all of the cushy chairs. My mom brought me so you wouldn’t be alone.”

“Yeah, see how well that worked out.”

She didn’t know if he meant for that to be a shot to the chest or not, but it was. She swore she felt it like a dagger straight to the heart. One swift and deadly stroke.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to tell you how sorry I am. But you have to know that I am sorry.”

“Are you?”

“I almost turned around more times than I can count,” She admitted softly, “You know how comfortable I am in the air, hell I never got sick no matter what kind of maneuver my dad pulled. But the whole flight it took everything I had not to throw up.”

“Why did you do it? Why did you leave like that?” He asked, voice just as soft as hers.

He wouldn’t look up at her though, he couldn’t. Bradley didn’t trust himself to look up at her, not after everything that happened. Not after she was all he could think about while he was in the air today. Not after she was his first thought when Maverick told the others to have a good reason for dying to tell the families. What would someone tell Rose if he didn’t make it back?

“I-I don’t know Roost. But I knew that staying here was a dead end for me. You were the only thing keeping me, and I don’t mean that in a bad way. But you were getting ready to finish up and I couldn’t spend my life following you from base to base,” She said, “Then at The Hard Deck we said things, and I don’t know… it was like there was this big shift, like after all of those years the fog finally cleared. And the rest of the night was-”

“Yeah, I know. Then I woke up alone, with nothing but a note saying you were sorry but you had to go to DC,” He finally looked up, eyes simmering with an anger that he hated, “After everything, you left in the exact moment that I finally asked you to stay.”

She closed her eyes, feeling her heart fully break again, “Because you asked me to stay, I knew I could finally leave. You wanted me, but you didn’t need me anymore. I tried for two years to get an assignment near you, but nothing opened up. At least, nothing they were willing to send me for. Hell, even my dad and Ice tried.”

“Yet here we are.”

“I wouldn’t ground you, because I know you can do this. Even if you don’t think you can,” She told him, reaching her hand out to touch his arm, “I know you, Rooster. I trust you up in the sky more than I could ever trust Hangman, because you would never leave your wingman alone. You fly safe, but you can’t do that this time and make it home.”

“I don’t need you to tell me how to fly,” He snapped, standing up.

“Well, you won’t listen to Maverick, but you’ll defend him. You wouldn’t call me back for years, yet you tried to call five times after my dad died, but you called my old number,” She shot back, “Yeah, I know about that. I know a hell of a lot more than you think. Apparently when it comes to the two of us, everyone is very loose lipped. I tried, I tried for years. And every time you ignored me I felt like my chest would cave in, because I never thought I would have to live my life without you. Yet here I am, Bradshaw, living my goddamn life as best I can.”

“I was all alone after my dad died. I didn’t have anyone,” She felt tears burn her eyes but she didn’t force them away, “I don’t have a replacement for you, because there won’t ever be another you. Mom moved, she hardly gets out of bed. Her sister is having to take care of her, because she’s slipping. Ice is sick and getting worse by the day, and none of my dad’s other buddies are still around. And Penny, bless her, will never understand what it’s like. You, and Mav, and Ice are the only people in the world who get it.”

“I will say this one time, Bradshaw,” She took a step towards him, eyes burning wildly, “I cannot lose anyone else. So you better get your head out of your ass and fly like it’s on fire, because chances are, it will be.”

“Rose-”

“Goodnight, Lieutenant Bradshaw, I’ll see you at training tomorrow.”

The second she was out of the room, Bradley spun and hit the metal chair he was sitting in, “Damnit!”

After a few minutes, he reached into his pocket for the old crumpled picture he always kept with him. When he was flying, it was either tucked into the pocket right next to his heart, or near the controls so he could see it at a glance. He wished they could still be the same two kids in the picture, young and stupidly in love. It was the last time they were really together, standing outside of The Hard Deck. There were two pictures, he remembered Rose left them on her dresser that night before things got heavy. But in the morning, there was only one.

Despite the hurt that took over his body, he couldn’t help but shove it into his pocket. All these years later, he didn’t go anywhere without it. He knew his dad used to keep a picture of him and his mom. Maybe that’s what the picture of him and Rose was. But it made him remember that someone would care, even if his parents weren’t alive anymore, someone would still care if he burned in.

Even after everything, Rose would still care.

Rose found herself driving to an old house that was once like a second home to her. Although, she hadn’t been able to bring herself to come since her dad died. She knew seeing Ice would be too hard, but she needed her dad, and Iceman was the closest thing she could get.

“Rose, sweetheart, we weren’t expecting you,” Sarah Kazansky said, hugging her tightly.

“Hi Aunt Sarah, I was hoping I could talk to him, if he’s feeling up to it?” Rose asked hopefully.

Sarah stoked the girl’s cheek gently, “For you, he would be up for anything. He’s in his office. Why don’t you stay for dinner too? You know I always make a little extra.”

Rose smiled, hugging her once more, “I would love nothing more.”

Rose made her way down the hall, trying to prepare herself for what was beyond the door. They hadn’t seen each other in years, as he was too sick to come to her father’s funeral. She would never be angry at him for that though, not when he sent her a letter almost everyday since, just to make sure she was okay.

“Uncle Ice?” She opened the door, knocking gently on the frame.

The man turned in his chair, managing as much of a smile as he could before waving her over. She nearly skipped to him, wrapping her arms around him as tightly as she could. She missed his hugs, she missed everything about him really.

What’s wrong, Little Tigger?

“You always know, don’t you Uncle Ice?” He nodded for her to go on, “This job is a lot harder than I thought. That’s all.”

He shook his head, typing once again on his computer.

No, Little Tigger. What is wrong? Is it Bradley?

“Yeah, you always know Uncle Ice. He’s not ready for this. I mean, he is, but he isn’t. And I- God, Uncle Ice, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. We can hardly talk to each other.”

She played with her hands for a minute, “We aren’t Little Tigger and Baby Goose anymore. Those kids are long gone,” She shook her head, “I don’t really know who he is anymore. Hell, I don’t even think I know who I am anymore.”

The silence made her keep talking, knowing Ice would understand no matter what she said. He was a lot like her dad in that way, he always seemed to know what she was feeling.

“He's still mad at me. I mean, I get it, I’m mad at myself. We’re both mad at Maverick. If I’m being completely honest, I’m scared to death. No matter how we all feel about each other, I can’t even fathom the thought of losing either of them,” She explained further, “I love Bradley more than I think he’ll ever really know. Probably more than he’ll ever be ready for. Hell, probably more than I’ll ever be ready for. But if I can’t fix this, fix us, before this mission, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to.”

You have time. Don’t give up on him. He needs you.

“I think I need him more than he needs me,” Rose said softly, “I was always the one who needed him more. I acted like I didn’t, I tried to be strong. But I never needed him more than after dad died, he was the only person I wanted to call. I needed him, and he wasn’t there. He couldn’t even get my new number.”

Keep trying.

“And keep hurting myself in the process? Keep hurting him too? I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this, I really don’t.”

Ice took a deep breath, “You fight for him,” another deep breath, “And he will start fighting for you.”

“Hey, no. You aren’t supposed to be talking. Let me get you some water.”

Ice pointed to his computer again, shaking his head. He knew that Rose and Bradley were somehow meant for each other in some cosmic way. They fit together like pieces of a puzzle from the time they were small kids. He had no doubt that somehow they would find a way back to each other.

“Okay, fine. I’ll keep trying,” She sighed, “But nothing about this is going to be easy.”

The things that are worth it are rarely easy.

“Yeah, okay old man. I’ll take your word for it.”

Silence fell between them. Rose looked around his office, spotting an old picture of Ice, Maverick, and her dad. She tried to blink away the tears, biting the inside of her cheek to try and stop them. Six months later and she wasn’t sure if she ever properly grieved losing him.

Ice beckoned for her to come over again, wrapping his arms tightly around her, “I miss him too.”

She nodded, drawing in a shaky breath, “I just hope I make him proud. That’s all I ever wanted to do.”

Ice pulled away, now holding Rose’s face in his hands. His eyes were gentle and kind as he nodded slightly, a smile forming on his face. Rose understood what he was trying to say, even without the words. He was proud of her, and her father would be too.

For a moment, she felt like she was a little kid again, clutching onto Iceman after he just came back from a mission. If her dad was with them, or Maverick too, they would all get bone crushing hugs. Her dad first, always, and then she would work her way through all of the other men. She loved them all like family. Even Maverick, even still. She didn’t know what she would do if she lost him too, really lost him.

“I’ll try,” She promised Ice, “I don’t know how, but I’ll try to fix things. I just can’t lose him. I can handle a lot of things, you know? I’m an Admiral’s daughter, and my dad pushed the envelope a lot in his younger years. So I had to learn how to handle things…but I can’t handle losing him. He’s my world, Uncle Ice.”

“Then fight for him.”

She nodded, “Yeah, I know. I will, somehow.”

She took a good look at the man she always considered to be her uncle. She could see how much pain he was in, and just how tired he was. The cancer wasn’t easy the first time around, but this time… she could see how much it was taking from him.

“I love you, you know that right? Just in case I haven’t said it enough. And I’ll never be able to thank you for all that you’ve done for me. Because you, Tom Kazansky, helped raise me. When dad was gone, you were always there for mom and I. You’ve always been right here, ready with a big warm hug to welcome me home. Hell, you’ve kept track of Bradley all of these years for me. I’ll never be able to repay you for all of it.”

He smiled and brushed away a tear that fell down her cheek, “I love you, Rose, and that’s enough.”

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Hey guys!! This is the first fanfic I’ve ever posted so bare with me. Also if anyone knows of a good title let me know, I plan on continuing this story but I did start it over the summer so who knows

Y/N’s POV

Today was the first day that I have seen Trevor in months. It was the end of term and he finally came back to michigan. Doing long distance is very hard especially when you can’t miss someone publicly. Our entire relationship is a secret even to our closest friends, at first it was because of my brothers and Trevor being close with them all. However lately it seems as if there is another reason, I wanted to tell my brothers but Trevor kept saying I can’t.

Trevor lay passed out curled up next to me as his phone went off. Thinking it was his mom or one of the boys I checked it.

Em <3: Hey babe have you landed? Are you sure you don’t want me to come and meet your friends? It’s been four months and I think it’s time. I already met your family.

My heart dropped, I felt as if my heart had been ripped out and stomped on just to be placed back in. All this time he didn’t want to go public because he basically went public with her. Do my brother’s know about her? Even though we’re not out to our friends, everyone basically knows. The way we are around each other it is hard to miss, both our moms have already caught on. His family met her!

I decided I couldn’t be there anymore, however we were at my apartment so I decided I just needed to go out and get some air. I left Trevor a note in case he woke up before I got back.

“Went for a drive, be back soon <3”

It started pouring rain twenty minutes into my drive which went perfectly with my tears, deciding it wasn’t safe for me to drive. I went to the one place I knew I’d feel safe.

Thomas’s POV

It was around nine when I heard a knock on the door, running down the stairs I opened the door to see y/n standing there in the pouring rain with her makeup running down her face.

“Y/N what happened?? Come inside before you catch a cold.” I pulled her inside, and dragged her upstairs to get her into some warm clothes. Once she changed she sat down on my bed, she hadn’t said a word back yet.

“He cheated. Two years meant nothing. He has been with her for at least four months.” I am shocked, I don’t know what to say. I sorta just stared back at her.

“He fell asleep and she texted him. That’s how I found out. She met his family, and he most likely told all the guys about her. My brother’s probably know.” Okay so her secret boyfriend is someone we know??

“Y/N who? I will beat him up right now.” I am getting pissed off at the thought of someone I know hurting her.

“Promise me you won’t do anything if I tell you, please Thom” she pleaded with me.

Y/N’s POV

“I promise” Thomas told me, looking me dead in the eyes.

“Trevor. I have been dating Trevor for the last two years.” I told him and looked away, not wanting to see the disappointment in his eyes.

“That piece of f*cking sh*t, where is he right now?” Thom looked at me before speaking again.

“Mon amour-” Thomas grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him.

“I am here for you for whatever you need. Does he know you know?”

“No he doesn’t, I was in shock and I am still hoping it was all a lie. I don’t understand how he could throw us away so easily.” I started sobbing again, Thom pulled me into his chest and we fell asleep like that.

*Next morning*

I woke up to an empty bed looking for Trevor, seeing Thom’s familiar room I remember last night was not a dream. I reached over and grabbed my phone, seeing twelve missed texts from Trevor and five missed calls. I can’t hear his voice right now so I just sent a quick text back.

“I’m fine. I am at Thom’s, I will be home later.” I send, not giving much detail as to why I am where I am. I turned my phone off not wanting to see his reply.

I get up out of bed hearing Thom’s and the other guy’s voices, I head downstairs and see Thom, Brendan, Mackie, Matty, Owen, and Kent. Thank god Luke is not here, because I know I look like I have been crying.

Thomas noticed me walking down the stairs, he got up and came towards me giving me a hug.

“I have an idea, follow my lead.” He whispered into my ear.

The boys all said hi to me, not questioning why I was over or in Thom’s clothes. Besides the idea of my boyfriend being Trevor, Thomas’s name gets thrown around a lot by the umich boys.

“Yo matty do you know someone named Emma?” Thom asked Matty, he is somewhat close with Trevor.

“If you’re talking about Emma Macdonald then ya, she’s been dating z for a few months now. Why?” Matty just confirmed it, which means it’s one hundred percent true.

I want to break down right there but I can’t, the rest of the guys don’t know.

“Ah yes that’s where I saw the name, I was with him yesterday and saw the name with a heart emoji on his phone. Who all knows?”

“Well she’s actually coming to surprise him later tonight, they’re really cute together. I have never seen him so happy.” Oh matty if only you knew what these words were doing to me.

Not wanting to hear anymore I decide it’s time to go home and face him.

“Um I am gonna get going, maybe I will see you guys later.” I tell the guys not looking any of them in the eyes. I just ran quickly out with my keys, not wanting Thom to stop me.

*Few hours later*

I couldn’t go home just yet, I just went around town for a long drive to clear my mind. I am going to give him a chance to explain, maybe we can get past this.

“Trev, are you home still?” I texted him, hoping the Emma surprise hasn’t happened yet.

“Of course, I am waiting for you.” He responded

Walking through that door and seeing him just sitting on the couch broke my heart again. I fell in love with him and I don’t want to let go of him.

He turned his head and a smile grew on his face, he walked towards me and hugged me.

“I missed you, I was worried when I woke up and you were gone.” Biting my cheek, I just smiled and hugged him back. Tucking my head and body into his as if I was trying to disappear.

“Baby what’s wrong?” He asked with worry spread across his face.

“As if you don’t know” I spat out as I pushed him away remembering why I was upset.

Trevor just stood there shocked, wondering what I meant.

“I know about Emma.” I quietly said to him, looking up at him to see his reaction.

“What are you talking about?” Trev had the audacity to ask, while he’s trying his best to look anywhere but my eyes.

“You know what I am talking about Trevor! Do I mean nothing to you? Am I a joke? Was this relationship one big joke?” My voice gets louder with each sentence.

Silence is all I heard, he finally looked me in the eyes and I couldn’t see a shred of regret. Tears started slipping down my cheeks again.

“Baby I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen-” Trevor started saying while he stepped closer to me attempting to pull me into a hug.

“NO!! GET AWAY FROM ME!” I yelled at him in anger, how could he possibly try and comfort me.

Trevor took a step back, his mouth opened but instead of noise coming from him; there was a knock at my door.

I opened the door to be met with my three brothers, they had a smile plastered on their faces. As soon as they saw me their smiles dropped.

“Y/N what’s wrong?” My oldest brother, Quinn asked. However I wasn’t able to even open my mouth before my world came crashing down again.

“TREVY!!!!” A screaming blonde came out of nowhere and jumped into my boyfriend’s arms. Kissing him right away and grasping him as if she thought she’d never see him again.

I wanted to disappear right then and there. How could my brothers not even give me a heads up, I get they didn’t know and Trevor being at my place isn’t unusual. But I still feel like they could’ve told me.

After taking a moment to collect myself I looked over at Trevor. He is looking at her the way he used to look at me. I don’t know how I missed this. The man I am desperately in love with, is in love with someone else.

“Get out….” I quietly say, no one heard me but Trevor. He looked at me in almost a way of pity.

“I SAID GET OUT” I yelled louder, this time everyone heard me.

I shoved my brothers out, not caring for their protests or questions. Emma walked herself out, as much as I want to hate her I can’t. It’s not like she knew.

“Y/N please let me explain.” Trevor finally said something, he grabbed my hand trying to plead with me. I grabbed his arm and yanked him into the hallway. I ripped my promise ring off, he gave it to me two months ago. Has no meaning now.

“You made a promise to me. I hate you. We’re done.” I told him, threw the ring, might’ve slapped him and slammed the door shut. Making sure I locked it, I slid down against the door and started bawling.

“It was a mistake please y/n I love you!” I could hear Trevor pleading from the other side. I could hear my brothers yelling at Trevor and walking away, Quinn pulled the other two away before they did some damage.

*Three years later*

Since that heartbreaking day a lot has changed. For one I moved to Chicago and met my current boyfriend Kirby Dach. He plays for the Chicago Blackhawks. Thomas and I attempted dating two years ago, we decided it was best to stay best friends. I barely talk to my brothers, not my choice. They cut me off, they never reached out. I guess they forgave Trevor, considering months later they were all spotted in a picture with Emma. The biggest change is my three year old, Noah. I found out I was four months a few weeks after the breakup. I wanted to reach out but for some reason he blocked me. In fact my brothers blocked me too.

Thomas helped me out so much when I found out I was pregnant, but eventually he had to leave for San Jose. He tried pushing it back but I couldn’t let him do that. Him and Noah are like best friends, might be closer than him and I. Then there is Kirby, he knows everything about Trevor; I was a little scared to tell him considering they were in the same draft class so Kirby already knew who I was. He started out as a friend who helped every now and then but then I started falling in love with him. It was the little things, like taking the time to teach my son to skate or even just being there when I needed to rant.

Not having my brother’s in my life is super hard, especially knowing they don’t know about Noah. My parents do but I asked them to not tell them about him. I don’t want them to come back if they’re only coming for my baby.

Thankfully I have not run into Trevor since that day, which is surprising with all the games I have been to. Noah is aware his dad is not in his life, I didn’t tell him many details but I couldn’t let him grow up thinking someone else was his dad especially if Trevor ever comes back.

“Hey babe, are you coming to the game tonight?”Kirby asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Uh, who are they playing?” I cautiously asked.

“New Jersey, and I know you’re going to object but it’s Luke’s first game. I think you should be there.” Kirby softly told me. I completely forgot my youngest brother was making his debut tonight.

“Okay I will come.” I told him. I knew I would regret it if it didn’t.

And that is how I ended up at the boards holding Noah up to the glass so he could see Kirby. He had these sound proof headphones on along with his mini Dach jersey. After waving at Kirby a few times and getting cute videos and pictures, we headed up to our box. Normally I sit with the other girlfriends and wives but Kirby’s family is in town so we will be sitting with them.

Walking through the door I immediately saw Kirby’s younger brother Colton, who Noah is obsessed with.

“COCO!!!” Noah yells Colton’s adorable nickname he came up with.

“Y/N?” I heard my oldest brother’s voice. I was still carrying Noah at this point, I let him down so he could run towards Colton. I whipped my head to my right and sure enough there was Quinn. However it’s the whole crew. And I mean the fucking whole lot.

Standing by the snacks was my dad, Jack (he wasn’t playing due to an injury), Quinn, Alex, Cole, Thomas, and Trevor. Well fuck.

Standing like a deer in headlights in the middle of the room. It wasn’t until Thomas came up to me and shook me out of the state of shock.

“What are you doing here?” He whispered in my ear, looking at me with complete panic in his eyes.

“Kirby is playing…” I whisper back and look towards Noah, panic setting through my entire body.

I looked over Thomas’s shoulder to see the guys staring back at me. Tears started to slip out a little bit. If Noah wasn’t in the same room I think I would be fine, but he’s ten feet from us. I don’t know what to do.

“Mommy can coco come over for a sleepover? Please mommyyyy I cleaned my room, well I mean Kwirby helped me.” Well, it looks like I have some really bad luck. I looked over to my son on Colton’s lap, Colton’s eyes are almost as wide as mine while Noah is sitting there not knowing what is going on.

“Hey how about we go get some food and see if we can find Tommy?” Colton suggests to Noah, he loves getting pictures with the mascot. He likes to brag to Kirby. I nod at Colton, mouthing a thank you.

Once those two leave I slowly turn back to my family and take my time looking up.

“Um, what is going on?” “Did he just call you mommy?” “ YOU HAVE A KID?!” “He looks like Z” those were some of the sentences that fell out of the boy's mouths. All of them looking at me like I had three heads

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How Could You Know - Luke Morrow Part 6

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Luke P.O.V

As I stood on the bus in my uniform reserved for special occasions I thought over whether this was a good idea or not. I watched Callie’s heart break yesterday when Cassie told her, I hated the feeling that gave me but I needed to do this. Not for me, not for Cassie but for Callie. I wouldn’t allow Johno to get to her again.

The bus trip to Cassie’s wasn’t too far from Frankie’s. So I didn’t have a lot of time to try and talk myself out doing this. I looked down at the text Cassie had sent me last night; ‘Callie wont be there, I’m the third floor apartment in The Oceanside apartments.’ Finding the right building I walked along the side before stopping at the bottom of the steps.

‘I’m here.‘

I started down at my phone as I waited for Cassie to come down from her apartment. I heard the door open and close before I lifted my eyes up from my phone.

“No.” I said looking at what she was wearing. We couldn’t get married with her wearing shorts and a crop top.

“What?”

“You cant wear that.” She looked down at what she was wearing while she stayed up by her apartment.

“Why?”

“Because we’re taking wedding photos. You have to dress a certain way.” The more I looked at her the more I didn’t want to do this. She rolled her eyes at me, this has got to be the third time she’s rolled her eyes in less than a minute.

“Really?” I sighed really regretting doing this now.

“No, I’m coming up.” I shook my head and walked up the steps to her apartment. Once I got up to Cassie she turned around to me blocking the entrance to her apartment.

“Theres no fluffy virgin white wedding dress in there, commando.”

“Stop calling me that.” Only Callie can. She turned around and walked to her door. She reached for a broken off doorknob before unlocking her screen door and walking in.

“Make yourself comfortable.” She threw her bag onto a chair as I looked around the apartment. Simple, minimalistic. A home I would be happy to call my own honestly. I knew she didn’t have it all that great either though and could barely afford this place. I noticed a keyboard and a guitar in a sunroom off her bedroom as I looked.

“Do you play?” I asked her as I pointed in the general direction. She stopped sorting through her clothes.

“No, its just to impress guys.” I chuckled nervously. “You impressed?” She chuckled. “I’m a musician, its what I do. My band and I have been working at it for like, five years.”

“That’s gotta be rough.”

“Rough would be punching the clock a some soul sucking job while I’m just making the rich richer. I’d rather hustle for my art any day.” I turned around as I heard hangers being moved in the closet. From the vanity mirror in her room I could see that she had taken off her shirt, her tattoos on full display as she switched out what she was wearing.

“Uh, hi.” She kicked the door to her bedroom door closed as I quietly apologised.

“So what does the tattoo say? ‘Socialism now’?” She laughs, she has a good laugh.

“You’re really clever. No it says ‘no arriesgues nada, no ganes nada’.”

“Someone, something …” I never learnt Spanish, Callie and I would always skip that class.

“Risk nothing, gain nothing. It’s something my grandma said to my mom when she moved to America.” I felt myself smile, even though she couldn’t see it. I heard the bedroom door creak open and turned around. “Hello, my prince.” She stood in a white dress, not the kind of dress I would have thought would be appropriate for a wedding, but it didn’t really matter. This wasn’t a real marriage anyway. “Today is the day that our credit scores shall be intertwined.” I nodded and followed her out of the apartment, this time more pleased with her wardrobe choice than before.

When we got out of the car at city hall I was thankful to be out of that cramped space with Cassie. The silence was deafening.

“You know you really look the part now.” I tried breaking the silence as we walked up to the front door that seemed like it was getting bigger and bigger. Almost big enough to swallow me.

“What does that mean?”

“You look pretty.” I played with the buckle on my belt as I said it. She did look pretty, I just wish I would have been waiting for someone at the end of an isle instead of doing this here, with the wrong girl.

As we walked in other couples were exclaiming excitedly, this was the best days of their lives, and I felt like this was a death sentence. I saw Frankie sitting in his formal attire. Same as me, he was twirling his hat in his hands as he waited. I followed behind Cassie as she reached out to hug Frankie.

“Hi. Thank you for coming.”

“Of course.”

“Oh, did you get rings?” Cassie looked at me as I stared forward. I had a ring, a ring I kept with me all the time, one I’ve had since I was a teenager. I didn’t want to use that one and I looked at Frankie.

“Yeah, I did.” I pulled the ring off my tags and handed it to Cassie to inspect.

“This was supposed to be for Callie, wasn’t it?” She asked me as she held the delicate piece of jewellery in her fingers. I nodded abashedly. “No, Luke, I cant accept this one. I’ll get another one while your away.” She tried to push it back into my hands when our names were called. I shook my head and walked in, Cassie falling into step beside me cursing under her breath.

“We are gathered here today to join you two together in lawful matrimony.” We stood in front of the podium, Frankie behind us holding his phone up capturing the entire ordeal. Not something I really wanted to have documented, but we needed to make this look as real and normal as possible. “And your witness today?”

“Frankie.” Cassie said as she turned slightly to point at him. He turned the camera around to show his face. I don’t know who was going to see this but I really hoped no one would.

“Luke Morrow, do you pledge to love this woman, to be true and loyal to her, and to comfort and keep her in sickness and in health?” I swallowed thickly. No.

“I do.”

“Cassandra Salazar, do you pledge to love this man, to be true and loyal to him, and to comfort and keep him in sickness and in health?” She glanced at me. I looked down at her. Her brown eyes breaking away to shine green. I blinked quickly, ridding myself of those thoughts.

“I do.”

“By the power vested in me by the great state of California,” I placed the ring on Cassie’s finger tears welling up in my eyes that I blinked away as quickly as they came. Cassie placing the ring on my finger. “I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Cassie and I looked at each other stunned. We really did this. “You may kiss the bride.”

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Fresh Start - Day 6

I managed to finish another part today! I hope you all enjoy the reunion of our happy not-a-couple (yet!).

Days 4 & 5 here; future updates will be posted at the end!

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Day 6:

You are awoken in the late morning by your ringtone, your cellphone vibrating noisily on the nightstand. Groaning, you reach an arm out from under the covers and feel around for it, blearily opening one eye to see that your mother is the one who is calling. Not wanting to get an earful for ignoring the call, you force yourself to sit up, hoping you can make it through this conversation without your brutal hangover being apparent.

“Hey mom,” you say, sitting up as you answer the phone. Your head is pounding.

“How could you not have told me that you met a man, Y/N?!” she accuses, her voice blaring through the phone. You barely suppress a groan.

“What are you talking about?” you ask, once your brain is able to process what she said.

“A gentleman called the house earlier this morning, looking for a way to contact you. He said that you had accidentally left your wallet behind? Were you on a date? Tell me everything!”

Your mind is doing its best to put the pieces of everything together. Someone had found your wallet? You had torn the hotel room apart looking for it last night; where could it have shown up? You look over to the remnants of your torn tote bag, and you feel like an idiot for not realizing what had happened sooner. It must have fallen out of sight during your struggle with Terry’s ogre of a security guard.

“Y/N?” your mother asks when you don’t respond.

“Sorry mom. No, it wasn’t a date.”

“Well turn it into one! He sounded like an absolute dream,” she sighs into the receiver, and you roll your eyes, nauseating yourself further in the process.

“Mom, I’m not going to get into a relationship with anyone in a week, alright? Could we just –”

Your phone beeps, indicating another incoming call. Looking at the screen tells you that it’s a private number, but you imagine it must be Terry. Or at least, one of his employees.

“I’m getting another call mom, okay? I love you, bye.” You hang up before she can get another word in, knowing that if you gave her an inch she would take a mile. You pick up the other call, feeling a little nervous. You hope it wasn’t Victor on the other line…

“Hello?” you croak, the hangover hitting you again with another wave of nausea.

“I’d say you’re clearly not a morning person, but it’s nearly noon,” comes Terry’s soft, amused voice through the phone. “Rough night?” he asks, and you moan in reply.

“I was pissed last night when I figured out that I lost my wallet, so I came back to the hotel and raided the mini-bar,” you explain, and he makes a noise of sympathy.

“Well, I’d better get it back to you as soon as possible; who knows what state you’ll be in otherwise.”

You grumble a bit about his teasing, but at least he’s being quiet about it.

“How might I find you, Miss L/N?” he asks, and you hesitate. Terry had been nothing but chivalrous, but you still had some reservations about giving a near-stranger the address of where you were staying.

He interrupts your train of thought, seeming to pick up on your reluctance, texting you an address and telling you to plug it into the maps app on your phone, asking if it was close enough for you.

“It’s a quiet café, so if you can make it there in one piece we can get some food into you and get you feeling slightly more human.”

“Ugh, don’t even talk about food,” you whine, feeling your stomach turn. “When should I meet you?”

“Whenever you can force yourself to get there. My days are, as you’ve pointed out, painfully unoccupied.”

You scowl. “I’ll meet you there within the hour, Terry. Thank you.”

You stumble through your morning routine, showering quickly and brushing your teeth thoroughly. You dress in jeans, a tank top and a pair of sneakers, throwing on a light cardigan and your sunglasses – no make-up needed, they would be on at all times today. Forcing yourself outside, you brave the ten minute walk to the address that Terry had sent you, hating the sun more than you ever had before.

When you get there, the patio is quaint and relatively deserted – most people had had their breakfast by now – but you don’t see Terry anywhere. You approach the hostess by the front door.

“I don’t suppose you know whether Terry Silver is here? I’m supposed to be meeting him here,” you ask shyly, unsure if the she knows who you’re referring to. The woman gives you a slightly incredulous look up and down, wrinkling her nose.

“Follow me,” she says briskly, turning and walking inside without waiting to see if you’re behind her. Well, that was just plain rude…

She leads you into the café and to a back door, where a private garden area lays in the shade. There is only one table, one of its seats occupied by Terry, who looks perfectly at ease.

“Your… guest is here, Mr. Silver,” the hostess says by way of introduction. You bite your tongue, wanting to snap at her but not feeling up to the fight. What was her problem anyway?

He stands up gracefully, his arms held out wide as he welcomes you with a smile. “Y/N! Glad to see you made it here in one piece!” he greets you cheerfully, though still keeping his voice down. He completely ignores the hostess, you notice with satisfaction, and she turns on her heel and leaves without another word. “Take a seat,” he invites, not sitting until you do. “I hope you don’t mind, but I thought the private garden would offer you more quiet and shade. How are you feeling?”

You slump forward onto the table with a groan, your arms folded beneath your head like a pillow. You hear Terry chuckle softly above you. “You would not have done well in the 80s,” he comments, and you tilt your head up to glare at him from behind your sunglasses.

“You’re mean,” you pout, sliding back into your chair with some sense of decorum.

“What exactly did you miss out on last night that had you drowning your sorrows in booze?” he asks curiously, all smiles.

“I was looking into some of the places you suggested yesterday morning, and the LA County Museum of Art was doing an after-hours thing with wine. I thought it sounded cool, and I didn’t realize my wallet was missing until after I got all the way over there,” you tell him, still feeling embarrassed about it.

“So go tonight?” Terry suggests.

“Brilliant idea, that,” you snap at him. “They aren’t doing it again until after I leave.”

Terry is quiet for a moment, and you start to get a pit in your stomach. You didn’t need to take out your frustrations on him…

“I’m sorry,” he offers. “But what else is troubling you?”

“What makes you think something else is troubling me?” you ask, narrowing your eyes.

Your conversation is interrupted by two waitresses carrying large trays of food and drinks.

“Wow, have you not eaten since I’ve seen you last?” you ask, trying to lighten the mood.

“Hardly. This is for you.”

“What? T-Terry, I –”

“I didn’t know what you would want, so I just ordered some of everything. Eat whatever you’d like,” he insists, smiling widely at you.

You respect him enough to wait until the servers have gone back inside (giving you dirty looks as they do so) before frowning at him. “I was going to treat you as a thank you for going to the trouble of getting my wallet back to me.”

“And how did you plan on paying?” he taunts, lifting up your wallet between two long fingers. Your frown deepens into a scowl, but rather than backing off, he seems intent on teasing you further. “You’ll get it back after I’ve paid the bill,” he promises, tucking it back into his pocket.

“Identity theft is a serious crime, Terry,” you retort seriously, and his mouth twists into a smile. You don’t think you fully understand the joke, but he looks at you after a moment, nodding towards the food between you.

“Eat, please,” he insists. “I need your hangover gone so I can figure out what else has you all irritable.”

You roll your eyes but do as he says, pulling a plate with a big cinnamon bun towards you. He smiles encouragingly as you start to eat, and the food does start to make you feel better almost immediately.

“It’s not some big secret,” you say between bites, referring to what is contributing to your bad mood. “You called my mother,” you explain, once he gives you a blank look.

“What, did she call and give you a ‘Make Good Choices’ speech?” he asks, chuckling at his joke.

“Ugh, I wish,” you mutter, but you feel your face heat slightly as you remember the way your mother had spoken about Terry despite knowing nothing about him. He seems to notice the flush in your cheeks, but doesn't comment on it. “She assumed that I had been on a date with you when I lost the wallet, and was about to interrogate me about my new relationship when you called.”

You watch his face for a reaction as you take a sip of coffee. He doesn’t seem offended or judgemental, just curious.

“Are you the type of person that normally jumps into new relationships while on vacation?” he asks casually, gathering fruit onto his plate.

“Not at all,” your response comes out almost like a growl. “And she knows that; she’s just wanting me to throw myself at any man that comes along now that I’m single.”

“Ahh. One of the things you came here to escape from, I presume?” You cock your head, unsure of why he’s interested, but it would be nice to vent to someone who was completely removed from the situation.

“It’s not my ex,” you clarify. “He’s fine. We parted ways amicably,” you shrug nonchalantly. “It’s everyone else that’s the problem. My mom, my friends, they’re all acting like this break-up is the worst thing to ever happen to me, but I’m… happy to be out of it. They don’t even seem to be that upset that my ex is gone, just that my prospects of marriage before thirty have disappeared.”

You laugh harshly, tearing into an orange as all of the conversations you had been trying to forget come rushing back through your mind. “Are you married?” you ask, hoping for a different perspective. “If you’re comfortable sharing, I mean,” you tack on hastily, not wanting to be rude.

“No.”

“Have you ever been married?”

“No.”

“Did you ever want to be?”

Terry pauses, thinking over his answer, and you appreciate that he’s taking the time to consider his thoughts. No one else seemed interested in having this conversation honestly with you.

“Marriage has never been a requirement for me,” he says carefully. “If the right woman had come along at the right time, I think I would have, but not just to tick off a box on a checklist.”

“That’s exactly how I feel!” you exclaim enthusiastically, cringing slightly as you interrupt the quiet of the private garden. “If I find the right person, great, but legally binding yourself to someone just because of tradition or whatever has always seemed ridiculous to me,” you add at a more reasonable volume.

“Thank you, Terry, for letting me talk about this,” you say quietly, looking over at him. You feel like a weight has been lifted off of your shoulders. “It’s nice to talk to someone without them trying to play matchmaker. Like my mom today, trying to talk me into a relationship after a quick phonecall with you. She hasn’t even really met you, or seen you –”

“Let me guess. Too old?” he jokes, and you roll your eyes.

“Oh, please,” you scoff. “More like too unattainable. My mother may want me to get married more than anything, but even she wouldn’t bother trying to fix me up with someone so obviously from a completely different world from me.”

“Oh, do go on,” he drawls, leaning towards you, resting his elbows on the table and his chin on his hands with a smug expression. You roll your eyes.

“Need I remind you that I initially assumed your home was some sort of resort?” you ask, refusing to play to his ego too much. “Or that you ordered me half the restaurant for breakfast?” Or that every employee I’ve come across since I got here has looked at me like they want to scratch my eyes out for being the one sitting here with you? you think to yourself, trying not to let your amusement show on your face. He may have been old enough to be your father and then some, but he was more than easy on the eyes, and surely he knew it.

“Oh well, if my money is all you’re after,” he says dismissively, playing into the joke as he holds a credit card out to the server as she comes by with the check. You don’t bother protesting and just give him a look, which he returns with a pleased smile.

“How badly did you want to go to the art museum?” he asks, taking on a serious expression as he searches your face for an answer.

“It would have been nice, but I’m alright either way. They’re closed today, but I can always go during the day tomorrow or something. I mostly just wanted to avoid the crowds,” you respond, shrugging nonchalantly.

“I’m old friends with the curator; she owes me a favour. I’m sure I could arrange something; would you be free tomorrow night?”

You’re taken aback by his offer. It doesn’t seem like he’s flaunting his wealth because he can, but still, this was a lot to do for you, and while you appreciate the gesture, you don’t want to take advantage of his generosity.

“Thank you, Terry, but you’ve done more than enough for me.”

“You would have been able to visit the museum last night if my guard hadn’t accosted you,” he points out, clearly having the argument laid out in his mind ahead of time. “The least I can do is make up for what you’ve missed on my account. It would be no trouble,” he insists, and you bite your lip.

“Would you be there too?”

“Would you like me to be?”

“I… yes, of course!” You couldn’t very well let the man rent out a museum after hours for you without inviting him to come along. Plus, he was quickly becoming a…friend? Benefactor? Guardian angel who returned your lost items and made your vacation feel worthwhile? Whatever he was, you found yourself greatly enjoying his company.

Terry gives you a pleased smile, as though you’re doing him the favour here. He seemed to be a lonely man, though you couldn’t fathom why.

He holds out his business card, slipping it into your wallet before returning it to you.

“It was quite difficult to track you down, Miss L/N,” he explains with a grin. “My personal number is on my card, so you won’t have the same problem should you wish to find me.”

“I doubt I’ll have to look very hard; we just seem to keep crossing paths,” you tease. “Thank you again, Terry, for everything. If you manage to work something out with the curator and we can go tomorrow, just text me, yeah?”

“I’m sure everything will work out, but yes, I’ll be sure to text you the details,” he replies, sounding like he’s amused at the very idea that something wouldn’t work out for him. Oh, to be that sure of oneself…

“It really is a good thing I met you, Terry, you’re a very good tour guide. I’m getting the full L.A. experience in just a few days!” you say, downing the rest of your orange juice. “Good thing, too – who knows when I’ll ever be in L.A. again?”

You leap from your chair and bound over to his side of the table in your excitement, missing the slight falter of his smile.

“Well, I can’t have you going home and badmouthing my city, now can I?” he retorts, standing as well and towering over you.

“I would never,” you promise solemnly before grinning up at him. You start to hold out your hand to say goodbye, but being with Terry had really brightened your mood, so you opt for giving him a quick hug around his waist, turning your head to the side as you lean it against his chest. He really was a giant, wasn’t he? He seems to tense up momentarily as your arms wrap around him and you worry you’ve overstepped, but then his arms hesitantly wrap around your shoulders, giving you a brief squeeze, and you let out a sigh of relief before releasing him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N,” he murmurs, and you’re close enough to hear every word. You sling your bag over your shoulder and wave goodbye, moving to walk away.

“Maybe lay off the liquor tonight, huh? The museum is a classy place,” he calls after you teasingly. You turn to glare at him over your shoulder, but can’t help the smile that breaks out across your face.

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[riahlynn101]

"Of Headaches and Heartaches" (16).

Big thank you to Yeagle!

Trigger warnings: mentions of blood and implied character death.

Chapter Sixteen

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Luis sat in his car outside Ness’ apartment, keeping  a careful eye out to make sure she made it inside. When the door closed behind her, he slumped in his seat. He stared upward, blinking back tears. 

It’s not fair, he thought to himself, pulling out of the parking lot. It’s not fair that good people suffer so much! 

His uncle, who just wanted to celebrate his eighth birthday party. 

The other missing children who were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

His family who lost a child and never fully recovered.

Gregory who, through mysterious circumstances, was thrown away like yesterday’s newspaper, scared and skittish and much too small for a three-year-old. 

And Ness, who-

He took a deep breath, turning into the parking lot for the Pizzaplex. It was a little early for pick-up (a glance at the clock tells him it’s 12:30, which is four hours too early), but Luis was certain the Daycare Attendant wouldn't mind.

Besides, what was it going to say, no?

-x-x-x-

“No,” Moon crooned, wagging a spindly finger side to side. “It's rest time. The children are sleeping.”

“But rest time doesn’t start until 12:45, and it’s,” he pulled out his phone, “12:46.”

“Schedules are important.”

Luis fought the urge to roll his eyes. Instead, he sighed. “Please, I’m very sorry I upset your routine. It won’t happen again, but I promised his mom I’d pick him up.”

Moon was less “expressive” than its counterpart, being the less outgoing of the two. It stared at him, tilting its head to the side. “Alright,” it finally said, turning back towards the children. “I’ll go get him. Stay there.”

-x-x-x-

Twenty minutes later, Luis stood in front of Vanessa’s door, hands full of sleeping toddler, take-out, and a brightly colored backpack. 

He knocked on the door with his foot. “Ness!” He called. “Can you let me in? My hands are full.” Luis heard the telltale sound of shuffling feet, followed by a couple seconds of silence, and then a series of locks being undone. 

“Come in,” Vanessa said, ushering him inside. “Here let me take that.” She grabbed the take-out. “You can put him in the guest room, first door on the left. I borrowed a playpen from my neighbors downstairs.”

Luis hummed, heading down the hall and into the designated room. It was plain, with off-white walls and yellowish carpet. In the center of the room was the playpen. Not the most comfortable-looking thing, but he was sure Gregory wouldn't mind. Besides, it was only for a night or two at most. An old, woven blanket hung over the window, barely keeping the light at bay. 

Luis leaned over the playpen. Soothing Gregory’s hair back, he kissed his forehead. “Sweet dreams.” He quietly said.

By the time he made it back to the living room, Vanessa had the take-out all set out on her tiny coffee table. He joined her on the couch, helping himself to some of the food. 

“So,” he started, “How are we feeling?” 

“Good?” She answered with uncertainty.

“Are you asking me?”

She sighed, slumping back against the couch. “I don’t know.” Vanessa frowned. He hated it when she did that - it didn’t suit her at all. 

He hated not being able to make her feel better even more. 

They finished their food in silence. Through the paper-thin walls they could hear the neighbors’ TV blaring Price is Right reruns. 

“...I thought I was over this…” Vanessa whispered, eyes starting to brim with tears for the millionth time today. “I…I was doing better.”

Luis placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, listening intently. 

“And I know healing isn’t linear, but it honestly feels like an uphill battle. Like no matter how hard I try to move forward, I can never truly escape.” She sniffled, wiping at her eyes. 

For a moment- a second -Luis is transported fifteen years back in time. To an overly-familiar living room, but instead of Vanessa, it’s his mother weeping quietly. She didn’t do it often, choosing to hide herself away on the days she couldn’t bear to face the outside world. But every once in a while, when it all became too much, she would break down. 

He had been a child then. Frozen in place and helpless. Useless.

But he wasn’t a child anymore. 

Luis wrapped his arms around Vanessa, hugging her close. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through,” he said. “And I can’t tell you everything will work out.”

She sniffled again, hugging him back. 

“But I promise you that I’m not going anywhere. I won’t leave you.” 

Vanessa just hugged him tighter in acknowledgment.

They sat together for a little while. Long enough for the neighbors’ TV to turn to another program. He’d never felt so warm, or….happy before. But eventually, when Vanessa finally started to pull away, he let go. 

“Thank you, Lu.”

“Anytime,” he said, meaning it with every fiber of his being. “Anytime.”

Vanessa smiled but it quickly turned to a frown. “We still don’t have anything for Gregory’s birthday.”

Luis pulls his phone out. “Well, it’s a little late to do anything about it now.” Sensing her growing worry, he hurriedly added, “we can worry about it tomorrow.”

“Yeah….you’re right.” She settled back onto the couch, leaning her head on Luis’ shoulder. 

The action took him by surprise. He tensed up, afraid if he made the tiniest movement, Vanessa might startle - shattering their rare (near nonexistent) peace. 

He shifted to make himself more comfortable, and Vanessa followed, head still on his shoulder. Luis gingerly brushed a strand of hair out of her face, soothing it behind her ear. 

She fell asleep quickly. No doubt completely drained from their earlier endeavor through the mall. He winced, guilty (even if it wasn’t his fault. He should have known better. He does know better.)

As careful as he could, Luis stood up. He kept her head supported, so she didn’t flop over. With some effort, he managed to lift Vanessa into his arms-bridal style-and head to the guest room where Gregory was.

Luis laid her down on the bed, tucking her in. He stood in the doorway for a minute, smiling fondly, before shutting the door quietly, and backtracking to the living room.

-x-x-x-

Vanessa yawned, stretching her arms. The couch she’d been laying on was cramped and much too small to be slept on. Still, judging by the light streaming in through the moth-eaten curtains, she had done just that. 

She sat up. The leftovers Luis and her had shared yesterday had been cleaned up, and everything else seemed to be in place. Vanessa smiled.

Luis was truly one of a kind. 

Getting to her feet, she started her normal daily routine. Luis had probably gone home. Though, she supposed she’d see him today at some point. 

It was quiet. 

That was the first thing she realized after the morning grogginess disappeared. Way too quiet, like if she dropped a pin the sound would be ear-splittingly loud. She ignored it, if only because her anxiety tended to get the best of her, and if she as up this early, she most likely had a shift today. 

She thought of Gregory as she brushed her hair, pulling it into a ponytail. It kind of surprised her that he'd slept for this long. Most kids his age would be up with the sun, but Gregory hadn’t made a peep since Luis brought him here a little after lunchtime. 

Vanessa hummed, heading for her guest room. The door was closed with a note taped to the door. She squinted at it. It was blurry, and she didn't have the energy to try to decipher it. It was most likely Luis just telling her he went home. 

She opened the door. The playpen was pushed up against the twin bed in the center of the room. From her spot in the doorway, she could see a small lump under a blanket in the playpen. 

“Gregory,” she called softly, going to the playpen. “Time to wake up.”

Nothing. 

She laughed a little, nervousness bubbling up in her like a shaken-up pop can. “Greg…?” She called again, standing over the playpen. 

Nothing.

“Are you-” Her hand touched something warm and wet. No longer able to keep her worst thoughts at bay, Vanessa yanked the blanket off of Gregory.

Screaming.

"Who’s screaming?" She thought to herself; her last coherent thought before running from the room. 

In her hallway, the image of Gregory, bloody and twisted and-

She dry heaved at the thought. The smell was too strong. It was everywhere. She needed to leave. Needed to get out.

OhmygodGregoryI’msorryimsorryimsorry…

The room spun. Her stomach twisted, and she scrambled to find her phone. NeedtocallLuisLuisLuis….

She felt feverishly hot, and it was hard to focus on anything. Her hands trembled, making searching a near herculean task. 

“Oh, Blondie.”

Vanessa tensed, blood running cold. 

Ineedtorunrunrunrun!

“Missing something?”

Slowly, she turned to face the subject of all her worst nightmares. A being made from her own twisted and corrupted consciousness. 

“Vanny,” she gritted out. 

“Vanessa,” Vanny said back, tilting her head, “Long time, no see.”

“W-what do you want?” Looking down helped her panic a little. Anything to avoid looking into those soulless red eyes. 

“Hm…? Let’s see…” Vanny giggled, the sound grating, echoing off the walls. She crept closer. Vanessa refused to look up. “Oh, can’t you look at me?” There’s a mocking edge to her tone, like she’s enjoying all this. 

Like she was enjoying tormenting Vanessa. 

“L-leave me alone,” she croaked out, bringing one of her arms up to create some distance. 

“You knew it was too good to last. He gave you time off. Really, you should be grateful.”

“No! No! No!” She shook her head frantically. “Getawaygetawayfromme-”

Vanessa sat bolt upward, hand over her racing heart. It was dark, nearly pitch-black, save for the dim light from the street lamps that showed through her makeshift curtain. 

Relief floods her. It had all been a dream. A terrible, horrible, awful dream, but a dream nonetheless. 

Still, she can’t shake the feeling of dread. 

“Hic… Mama …Hic…” 

Vanessa scrambled to look into the playpen. She had to squint, but she could make out Gregory’s trembling form. “Here, Greg,” she said, voice groggy. With all the care of a mother, she lifted him from the playpen and held him close. “What’s wrong?” 

He shakes his head. 

“Bad dream?”

He nodded, tucking closer to her. His messy hair tickles her chin. 

“Ah, I get those a lot. They aren’t fun.”

Gregory didn’t acknowledge her, but he did stop trembling. And his hiccups and sniffles slowly tapered off. 

She stroked his hair, even after he fell asleep. Hoping that the gesture brought him some sort of comfort while he slumbered. 

“Goodnight, Gregory,” she murmured, words slurring as she fights against sleep. “I’m glad I met you.”

-x-x-x-

Waking up was always hard. It was harder still when you spent the night on a couch, limbs curled at awkward angles to fit. Luis yawned, stretching his aching arms above his head. Dim morning light streamed in through the window. 

He rubbed at his eyes, untangling himself from the couch. A quick glance at his phone told him that it was only seven in the morning. Which meant, considering it was her day off, Vanessa was unlikely to be up anytime soon. And Gregory seemed fine at the moment. 

Luis combed his hair with his fingers, scanning the room for paper and a pen. A list formed in his mind, everything they’d need for an impromptu birthday celebration. 

-x-x-x-

The next time Vanessa woke up, it was to a pudgy finger poking her cheek. When she looks down, Gregory’s big brown eyes stared up at her with all the guilelessness of a child. 

“Hi,” he giggled, patting her on the head. “Mama ‘Nessa, up now?”

“Yep. I’m up.”

Gregory smiles.

She tried her best to put her awful nightmare out of her mind. But bits and pieces snuck through to haunt her. The coppery scent of blood. The image of Gregory d-

Vanessa shook her head. “How do pancakes sound?”

“Yay!” Gregory cheers.

-x-x-x-

The mall was dead by the time Luis got there. Which might be surprising in any other town, but it was quite frankly a miracle that the mall got any business at all.

He started his shopping at a party store. Looking at the various themes, Luis comes to the horrifying revelation that neither Vanessa, nor he knew what Gregory really liked. Sure, they had a vague idea. Kind of. 

But, staring at the wall covered wall-to-wall in anything kid-friendly you could possibly think of, he didn’t feel very confident. 

He looked down at his phone. Maybe Vanessa could ask Gregory? Luis put his phone away. No, that felt like cheating. And she might still be sleeping.

Maybe a worker could help him narrow it down? He glanced around and found no one around him in the aisle, save for a rugged-looking man. 

“Hey,” he said, tapping the man on the shoulder.

The man jumped a little. 

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No,” the man said, his accent familiar but hard to place. He resisted the urge to ask about it. “I’m fine. I startle easily. Not your fault.”

Luis nodded. “Still, sorry. I was wondering if you could help me pick out a theme?”

“Uh…sure. Who is it for?”

Luis had to think for a moment before he answered. “My kid. He’s turning four.”

The man blanched. “Oh,” he murmured. 

Luis laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, and I’m kind of hopeless at this. My-” he tried to think of the correct term to call Vanessa, “...Partner is usually the one that does all the shopping.”

The man cleared his throat and wiped at his eyes.

“I- sorry, if I upset you, Mister….”

“No, no, I’m fine.” The man wiped at his eyes one last time before regarding Luis with a serious expression. “Let’s start with the plates, cups, and utensils. It’s probably the easiest part.”

-x-x-x-

“Would you like to stir?” Vanessa asks, looking over to Gregory who’s standing on a chair, watching her eagerly put the mixture together. 

“Yes, please!” 

She held the bowl tightly, while he put all his strength into mixing everything together. It was a team effort, but it didn’t take long for Gregory to grow bored. 

“All done!” He announced.

“Already?” She teased, reaching over to brush some flour off his nose. 

“Uh, huh.” 

“Well, after we’re done here, what do you want to do next?”

Gregory shrugged. 

“You don’t know?”

He giggled, shaking his head. 

“Well, that’s okay. I have something really fun planned.”

-x-x-x-

It’s noon by the time he picked up the necessary supplies for the party. The man he met earlier had to run an errand (something about needing to talk to security), but reassured Luis he’d be right back. 

Luis wandered aimlessly, pacing. Anything to help time move faster. He really didn’t want to pick out Gregory’s gift himself.

Not for the first time, he wished Vanessa was here with him. 

-x-x-x-

“And push that button to jump,” Vanessa instructed Gregory, holding her hands over his. An old Nintendo 64 controller in his hands. On the screen, Mario jumped. 

“I…I did that!” Gregory cheered. “Do it again!” She helps him push the button again. Carefully, Vanessa guided him through the level. Every little trick, sending him into a fit of excited giggles. He sent wide-eyed looks back at her.

She laughed, enjoying every minute of it. 

-x-x-x-

“Hey, thanks again for helping me out. I really appreciate it,” Luis said, walking with the man to the door. 

“No problem.”

“You seem to know a lot about what kids like. Do you have one?” Realizing how strange that might sound, he hurriedly rephrased it, “I mean, are you a parent?”

“I’d like to think so.”

Luis couldn’t comprehend what he meant by that, so he nodded along politely. The man had been helpful enough anyway. As he hurried away, to the relative safety of his car, Luis couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit bad for the guy. He seemed all alone, lost in thought, and not all the way there. 

Hopefully, he found what he was looking for.

-x-x-x-

Luis made one last stop on his way back, for pizza. 

One would think, with his job, and the almost steel-grip monopoly Faz-Entertainment has on pizza, he’d want nothing to do with it. But, actually, outside his mom’s home cooking, it was his favorite food. 

(Especially when it comes from anywhere that isn’t the Pizzaplex). 

He placed an order with the first place he could find on Google. Luis was told it would take twenty minutes to make - not like he had anything to do. Fortunately, the pizzeria was connected to an old thrift store. The building, old, and sign faded with the weather and age. 

He vaguely remembered coming here as a child. Occasionally, Luis would find something cool, like a book, or movie. Though, mostly, he just followed his mom around the store as she searched through the clothes with a speed so agonizingly slow it would make a sloth jealous. 

A little old lady sat at the register, reading a book. She smiled at him before returning to her book. 

The place smelled of dust and mildew. The store felt smaller, somehow (or maybe he’s just older). It was an odd feeling, finally being taller than the clothing racks he used to hide in the center of. 

He headed straight for the back where the toys, books, and movies were stored. He already had a present for Gregory, but maybe he could snag a few children’s books. Or a movie that he could put on for a movie-

Luis stopped mid-step. Freezing in place, his eyes lock on the item in front of him.

Down, at the very end of the aisle, laying haphazardly on the floor was a stuffed bunny rabbit. Its beady red eyes stared into his soul. The thing had two pink dots on each side of its face. 

For a minute, a second, a millisecond, Luis was no longer standing in a thrift store. 

He was holding Vanessa as she sobbed. She was making little sense, her words blended together, and her tone bordered on hysterical. 

“I- he…I don’t want to go back, Lu! Help me! I can’t go back! It hurts…so, so much. And I hurt others, and I’m not me!” She had pleaded with him back then, and he hadn’t understood at the time. At least not at that exact moment. All for he knew for certain was two things:

One, his best friend was in crisis (either one of her own makings, or of someone else’s design). 

And two, the bunny costume-stitched together with various patches-seems like an odd choice to wear to their workplace. The only piece missing being the head, or mask. 

He’d been more concerned about the former, rather than the latter. Though, in hindsight, he should have put more stock into that part of the equation. 

More than anything in the entire world, Luis wished he had believed her then. It would have saved her (and others) from so much pain. It wasn’t until weeks later, that he had an opportunity to watch some of the footage from her previous job. 

How that monster got its claws into her, turning her into something that she wasn’t, warping her perception of reality. 

Luis’ phone beeped twice, shaking him from his thoughts. He pulled his phone from his pocket, not taking his eyes off the plush. 

Two text notifications filled his lock screen. One from the pizza place next door telling Luis his food was ready, and one from Vanessa.

He hurriedly opens the second one. 

The text was a picture, taken by Vanessa, of Gregory and her. Both of them are sitting at the coffee table, crayons and crumpled paper covering the surface. 

Luis smiled, thankful for the distraction. 

-x-x-x- 

Later that night, after dinner (thank you, Luis!), dessert, and some video games, they both sat at Gregory’s bedside (he asked very nicely to sleep in the same bed as Vanessa, instead of the playpen). 

“I want a story,” he said, fiddling with a loose string on the comforter. 

“A story?” Vanessa asked. “About what?”

Gregory shrugged his shoulders. “I dunno.” 

Luis chuckled, ruffling the boy’s hair. “Silly.” 

“Once upon a time ,” Vanessa began, “There lived a princess in a faraway land. She ruled over a vast kingdom, with many, many people. Her royal subjects loved her, and her kindness and generosity were well-known. For not only was she their princess, but also a beacon of hope. The princess welcomed the needy into her castle fairly often, offering them food and shelter.” She frowned. “Until one day, the curious princess awoke an ancient evil.”

“And then?” Gregory pressed, staring up at her intently. “What happens next?”

Luis squeezed her arm, silently supporting her.

“And then, the evil overtook the princess, possessing her.” It occurred to Vanessa that Gregory might not understand the words she was using, but he continued to listen anyway. “Her people noticed their princess behaving strangely. No longer as warm. The doors to the castle no longer open to those in need. Her temper was shorter, and she could sometimes be found talking to the open air.”

Vanessa soothed Gregory’s hair from his eyes. 

“Meanwhile, the evil continued to grow. Gaining power and influence. It kept growing, and eventually it expanded outwards, trapping people. Feeding off their life force, but not doing much more. The ancient evil tormented the girl, day in and day out, frustrated with its lack of progress.”

Luis squeezed her hand. 

“But,” she said, “All hope was not lost, for the princess’ friend, the knight in shining armor, grew worried when she stopped sending letters to him. He went straight to her castle.”

“Was the princess, okay?” Gregory asked, genuine concern in his eyes. 

Vanessa smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. “So, the knight traveled to her castle. Except, when he got there, no one was home. This was strange as he’s always known the princess to welcome everyone into the castle. But there he stood on the doorstep, with no sign of her. He was about to call out to her, when the most peculiar thing happened.” She paused. “The door creaked open, but when he entered, no one was there. The castle was completely empty.”

Another squeeze. 

“But he entered anyway, feeling like his friend-the princess-needed help. At the very least, he had traveled very far and wanted to make sure she was okay. So, he crept up steep stairs and down winding hallways. Until finally, he came across a door that was slightly ajar.”

Gregory blinked up at her, tiny hands gripping her shirt. Like he can sense her uneasiness. (Or maybe her story is making him feel uneasy.)

“He knocked on the door, announcing his presence. ” She mimicked the sound of someone knocking on a door. “'Hello’, the knight called out, ‘Is anyone there?’ But no one answered him. The room was an office of some sort. Tiny and the desk was cluttered with papers, books, and other knick-knacks. Curiosity soon took over the knight. He looked through the papers on the desk, hoping to find a reason why no one was there. But he found…nothing.”

“Nothing?” Gregory echos.

“Nothing,” she repeated, nodding. “That is until he comes across a little leather-bound journal. The princess’ diary! He recognized it, as the princess rarely went anywhere without it. The knight flipped through the pages, hoping beyond hope that she left a hint as to what happened in its yellowed pages. And then, as if all his prayers were being answered, he came across a page of scribbles. A drawing of an entity in red and purple crayon. A chill swept the room. He flipped to the next page. A list of sorts is laid out. ‘Help me,’ it started, ‘It won’t let me leave. I don’t want to hurt anyone else. All the books I found say I need to serve the thing’s connection to the mortal plain. But what could it possibly be attached to? It is not human. It has no earthly attachments. Perhaps I just need to research more…’”

She felt tears starting to brim in her eyes. 

“There were no other notes after that. The knight’s worry grew tenfold. He tore through the room, searching for this so-called “attachment.” He just knew there had to be something, anything to prove it was all for naught. In a little box he found a small, glowing orb. This, he rejoiced, must be one of the entity’s attachments. He had no idea how many there were, only that he likely needed to collect the orbs. He ran from the room, searching high and low for the orbs. At one point, he even came across the princess… ” Her voice shook slightly, guilt returning with a vengeance. “She- but she wasn’t well. She fought the knight, not recognizing him. The evil had won out, completely taking her over.” 

Vanessa couldn’t bring herself to smile. 

“But, thankfully for the princess, the knight was stubborn. He pushed onwards, collecting the orbs. Upon getting the third one, a wondrous thing happened.” 

“What happened, Mama ‘Nessa?” Gregory pressed, half-sleep. 

“The evil was banished back to where it had come. The knight had succeeded, the princess was saved! Because of the knight’s persistence, she was back to her warm, welcoming self.”

She glanced over at Gregory, who was fast asleep. 

“And they all lived happily ever after.”

#fnaf fanfic #cross posted on ao3 #fnaf gregory #fnaf au #fnaf vanessa #fnaf luis #vanessa & gregory

[themultifandomgal]

Scott McCall- Nesting

Over the last week everyone has noticed the change in YN’s behaviour. She went from being calm most of the time to stressing over the smallest of things. It all started when Scott came home and had blood on his shirt, instead of going and taking it off and getting it washed ASAP he made himself a drink, YN wasn’t impressed. Since then things have been getting more intense especially today at the Hale loft, the pack are having a meeting, but instead of sitting and being apart of the group YN is cleaning

“Whats gotten into YN?” Lydia asks Scott

“No idea” Scott sighs “all week she’s been acting weird”

“In what way?” Stiles asks as they all watch YN open up the fridge

“So I told you about the other day after our training session with the new wolves, she went crazy saying that from now on if I have blood on me I can’t enter the house. I know she’s one of us Derek and I don’t know that much about female wolves, but she’s constantly cleaning, every bit of dust or dirt. Just yesterday she changed our bedding, it was changed 3 days ago”

“Could she be going into heat. You know she acts weird around then” Stiles suggests. Derek and Peter look at each other

“No, we’ve dealt with that for the last 3 years. I know what she’s like and this isn’t it”

“Derek, Peter this is disgusting!” YN calls from the kitchen “this cheese went out of date yesterday” YN starts to throw out food causing Peter to sigh

“Scott, your buying us more food”

“Ok something is definitely going on with her” Lydia says crossing her arms

“Derek any idea?” Scott asks

“I think I know, but it’s not my place to say, I don’t actually think she knows herself”

“You’ll find out soon enough” Peter now says to Scott, slightly annoying him that the 2 older wolves won’t say what’s going on.

After the meeting Scott and YN head home, the first thing YN does is go to the couch and move the pillows around

“Ok what’s going on YN?” Scott asks his mate

“What do you mean?”

“Well you’ve been acting weird all week. Your pacing more and cleaning none stop. You smell different as well. Are you feeling ok?” YN looks at Scott with a frown as she thinks

“I guess I’ve been feeling more irritated and disgusted lately, but on the whole I don’t feel ill”

“Derek and Peter seem to know what was wrong, they wouldn’t tell me”

“I mean I was due for my heat last week maybe it’s that?”

“No, when your due for your heat your just tired and hungry. This is different” YN sits down on the couch pulling the blankets off the back of the couch over herself. Scott sits next to her and pulls her into him. YN continues to think about what could be going on, but she can’t figure it out.

The next few days, things are the same. Neither Scott or YN can figure out what is going on, so Scott decided the best thing to do is go and speak to Dr Deaton

“Well YNs pregnant”

“Pardon?” YN says with raised eyebrows

“Your pregnant. Normally in packs this is talked about, but as your pack is a little… different to how they usually work, theres no female wolf to explain all of this to you. Granted Derek or Peter should have, but it may have been a little awkward for them”

“So why am I cleaning all the time?”

“Your nesting YN. I’d say you’ve got another 4 months of pregnancy”

“4 months?” Scott practically yells

“Gestation period is a lot faster than a humans. Anyway. Congratulations both, just be prepared for a lot more nesting and also Scott your going to become a lot more aggressive and protective of YN. You’ll also be sensing the baby in the next week or so”

“Thank you Deaton”

“No problem”

Just as the Dr had said. Over the next week Scott has become a lot more aggressive when any of the other male wolves interacts with YN, and she has been nesting a lot! that’s why they have decided that YN would stay away from pack business for now and Scott would go on his own after dropping YN off at his moms house. Both YN and Scott can’t wait to meet their bundle of joy in a few months time.

#scott mccall x y/n #scott mccal imagine #scott mccall #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf packs

[perfectlullabies]

since this dreadful year is finally coming to an end, here’s my DIARY ENTRY because i feel like writing it all down (well, just a short summary of some of the things that have happened)

let’s start with the way i finished 2021. i had a severe panic attack in a supermarket when i was on my way to weronika’s to spend new year’s eve together and had trouble calming down for over two hours. thankfully i took some meds, changed my clothes, called my mom and cooled off. not exactly a great sign for the upcoming year, was it?

first four months were pretty much uneventful, i was doing fairly well at uni even though i still had online classes. i was hoping to get a job (did not get it eventually). at the end of january i started taking meds which definitely helped a lot with my ocd i’d had since childhood and i also applied for therapy 

then may 16th happened - your usual monday. the day before i was watching eurovision with weronika, having a great time drinking beer etc. morning after when i was drinking my coffee i got a phone call from my distressed mom. i immediately knew something terrible must have happened, i could hear it in her voice and the way i heard my aunt in the car with her. they never got together unless something was Happening. my mom called me straight from the place the accident took place. she was talking to me as she looked at the car wreck and her deceased mother on the ground, with the police still guarding the place. my 73 year old grandmother, who had just started her retirement after 50 years of working as a pediatrician, had been killed instantly in a violent car crash - a truck had driven right into her side of the car because the man had lost consciousness while driving due to brain tumor. my grandparents were on the way to the oncology centre bc my grandfather had been terminally ill. so that day my grandma decided to drive him to the centre, usually she wouldn’t do that

my grandfather survived the accident itself but passed away two weeks later on may 29th due to severe injuries and ongoing illness. the accident sped up the process. i said goodbye to him and promised him to visit him again - i didn’t have that opportunity

i hadn’t talked to my grandmother since 2017. we had a very complicated relationship, you could say we were estranged. we used to be very close prior to that. not gonna get into details because i find it irrelevant right now. however i wish i had a chance to apolgize to her and for her to have the chance to apologize to me and my parents. we never got the opportunity to reconcile. i hate to think about it

after the accident came funerals, just two weeks apart

my whole family’s crumbled, there’s an ongoing WAR that my abusive uncle and godmother initiated. no details here either, just know that when i use the word abuse i really mean it all - physical, psychological, financial. all kinds

from the very start it was me and my mom who took care of most things. we cleaned the flat back in june, we then cleaned the flat again back in august and today we emptied the basement and the rest of the furniture and stuff from the flat that has been sold. none of my cousins helped - instead they sent me disgraceful messages on facebook

i’ve just come back from their flat, having thrown out most of their stuff that was left there. i’m tired, pissed off and so melancholic

this year has shown me that people don’t have much empathy, pity and kindness in them. nobody helped us, nobody cared. none of my so called friends or relatives cared - they still don’t. people think that when such a tragedy happens, it’s over within a month or so. it’s been 7 months now and the things we’re dealing with have NOT been as intense ever before. everything takes months or even years here. it’s not easy. no understanding for it either 

we had some terribly macabre and grotesque ‘’adventures’’ in the meantime such as having to deal with the funeral home who accidentally sold our 2nd burial place to some other family (they ended up digging up some deceased man. unimaginable)

around september i had to resign from therapy i had been attending from late april to late september because my therapist had been the most unhelpful, ABUSIVE so called mental health professional i’ve ever encountered. she further made me believe i am somehow responsible for the things that happened, also relating to my family past as some kind of ‘’curse’’ - as you know, my grandmother’s brother and his wife were killed in a similar car crash back in 1978. so she told me we were cursed. anyway it’s over and done with, i’m no longer seeing her and i won’t ever attend therapy again. gross 

in 2022 i had been ill at least 5 or 6 times, each time ending up on heavy medication. so did my parents. my dad had to resign from his job because of health issues and other things. i am very worried abt my parents on daily basis

i haven’t slept well since may. i have nightmares, truly awful ones. almost always involving our trauma. i had shown many ptsd symptoms and i dearly hope it won’t develop further. but who knows at this point

when it comes to uni and everyday problems - my thesis supervisor proved to be especially unhelpful. i haven’t touched my thesis since may and i don’t know when i’m gonna continue. uni doesn’t help with anything, i’m all alone with everything there, more so than ever before 

i have no support from anyone - it’s just me and my parents out there. doing everything, dealing with everything. on top of it all we received no money from the insurance companies - NONE AT ALL. two people have been killed. we get nothing from it

the man who killed them hasn’t contacted us, not even a message with an apology. nothing

and now the global things - ongoing pandemic and the terrifying war in ukraine which is so close to us. my heart goes out to all ukrainians, i love them all dearly, they’re like beloved family to polish people ALWAYS. i’ve got nothing but unconditional love and support for them

2022 made me believe that there is not much kindness in this world. not much pity and understanding. no empathy. no one cares and life goes on and this is the lesson i’ve learnt this year. you die and nothing happens - that’s what the terrifying truth looks like 

#thank u for reading. i could write more but i started crying and also i'm so angry and idk if there's much point...i already said too much

[itsawsten]

Title;;  finding out the gender With;;  awsten knight & miley cyrus ( @milcycyrus ) Where;;  at miley’s malibu home Summary;;   the two get their families together to find out the gender of their little bean, ahead of doing one for friends at a later date Warnings;;  none

miley: today was an exciting day, a day that miley never believed would have happened and yet here they were standing inside her Malibu home for a gender reveal party for the baby that was growing inside of her belly right now. rubbing the palm of her hands over her stomach she could feel the baby move around slightly and today was the day awsten was going to be meeting her father for the first time, miley figured it was only right he was apart of this. “hey babe, you ready?” she shouted softly from dressing room, was she nervous of course she was but was she excited oh hell yeah “can you believe we’re about to find out what this little nugget is going to be” miley stated as kept her hands rubbing across her stomach, her blue eyes still in disbelief she was pregnant to begin with.

awsten: a day like this didn't seem real in awsten's mind, til he was right there, next to his girlfriend and it was all happening before his eyes. glancing at her with one blue eye and one green eye, a slight smile crossing his face as he looked over miley. "as ready as i can be.. a bit nervous.. but mostly ready." of course there was still apart of him surprised he was here right now, with miley already. if it was to happen, he imagined later, but at the same time he couldn't have imagined anyone better. he already loved her so it wasn't half bad in his mind. "i can't believe it's already happening, honestly. it will definitely help make this all seems so real," awsten added, as it had been more real now then before. the test started some thoughts, the appointments now the baby actually moving and finding out the gender? definitely pretty real they were having a small human together.

miley: miley: her soft blue eyes not really following what was happening it was as if she still couldn't believe that there was this tiny human growing inside of her stomach, they were growing every single day miley had notice, the bump getting bigger and it was getting harder and harder to hide. the musican turned her head to look at her boyfriend to stop glancing at the baby bump coming from her as she bit down on her bottom lip listening to him speaking, she moved herself slowly over towards him miley took held of his hand rested it on her bump "feel...they're moving" she chuckled, was miley nervous about this whole day of course she was....the most thing miley was more nervous about was awsten and her dad meeting for the first time "so...you should know Trace and Noah brought my dad....along with her" miley said but known her mom has brought her new partner along too "i'm scared for you to be meeting billy ray" the blond haired chuckled nervously but somewhat happy about this finally happening.

awsten: glancing at her for a moment as she got up before his gaze went to his own hand as she took it and rested it on her growing bump. for a moment he froze, just wanting to not miss the feeling of them moving as she was trying to get him to, but the moment he did awsten's eyes widened some and a slight smile took over his lips. "fuck.. it feels so legit.. it's crazy," he spoke happily, with a bit of excitement in his voice. obviously he was excited by now to meet their little one as the idea had pretty much sat with him enough to get over the 'i can't believe it' and more onto the 'i can't wait' feeling, which a bit of new parent fear, of course. glancing up into miley's blue eyes for a moment as she spoke before giving a nod, briefly looking away in thought before looking at his girlfriend again. "i get why.. but i'd love to know how helped bring you into the world.. i'll be a fucking saint.. promise," the redhead musician uttered, gently taking one of miley's hands with his free one to kiss the back of it.

miley: it was such a surreal experience and moment for miley, it was like she was trying to take everything in - this was the first for her a first for awsten, not the first for her family but for her it was special. miley loved it when she saw her boyfriend smile like this, it was just as good feeling as the baby moving. “it feels weird huh? known we have a human inside their” the musican laughed softly as she watched awsten’s movements, from her blue eyes as she tilted her head to the side and lightly bit down on her lip “you don’t have to be a saint, just be you- i mean i’ll be on my behaviour because of aunt dolly” the singer chuckled feeling like she had to be on her behaviour whenever dolly was around but she didn’t mind. “you’re about to meet my crazy ass family, you ready? you’re also about to see how big it actually is…” she stated as she started to move out of the room was she nervous yes of course, was she excited. certainly.

awsten: it still was a bit of a mental process, from getting into the idea, to not just coming to terms with it but being a bit excited even, now was those small fears and doubts about how things would go after. awsten was trying his best to ignore that, just trust everything would be fine and focus on miley and their unborn child still growing inside of her. "it's really fucking weird.. but kinda interesting to, don't you think?" he laughed some, learning more about it all as time went on and maybe doing his own research. "you mean i'm not a saint?" the redhead musician did a fake gasp and look of pain before laughing it off. "i'll be me, i think we'll be okay.. they're all love me," he assured giving her a kiss on the temple. "yes, i think so. bigger than mine.. i think i'm as ready as i can be. it's like my tour group," he said more as a self reminder but out loud. taking her hand as she walked out, walking behind her, and gently squeezing her hand as a form of comfort, reminding her he was there.

miley: “there is somethings you need to know about the family though…”miley mentioned softly she obviously wanted to tell him “specially aunt dolly, she’s always said i’m basically her” the blonde haired musican “since my dad getting engaged, we haven’t really spoken, but noah and trace insisted we have him” miley shivered her shoulders known that her dad isn’t the same person which did make her sad at times, but life happens. “you are my saint but shush, i like it when your sassy self!” the female chuckled “trace, is kinda quiet he might be high, same with noah she might be high too” the singer told him as they walked downstairs and through her house “my mom might be high too” she laughed softly knowing what her family is like specifically when it comes to drugs and stuff “you’ve met braison and stella” miley spoken wanting to give him so advice when it’s for her family “you think, you think they’ll get along?” she asked wondering if their families were going to get on.

awsten: glancing at her with heterchromic eyes, awsten gave a nod, listening to what miley shared with him about her family. "i get that.. i'll just treat your family like my own with the utter most love and respect because i'm to into you to have your family hate me.. as if they could," he said the last part in a lower voice, but gave a sincere smile after. he was pretty confident himself with all the people he's had to deal with and his love and care for miley. "okay.. well saint side will shine for now, sassy side will come in naturally as we all vibe, you know me," the redhead added with a slight laugh. awsten nodded at the information shared, "got it everyone's high, find by me." personally drugs and drinking was something he picked not to get into due to having that addictive personality and not wanting to fall down that rabbit hole. geoff was the drinking in his band. "alright good to know.. and they already love me then, noted," the male singer said with a little smile before hearing her question, thinking over the idea. "i'd like to think since they came out here for everything anyway."

miley: miley beamed with happiness as she was listening to what he was saying, the musican knew that he would she never knew how lucky she had gotten with awsten - it was like they we’re pretty much made for one another and they just got each other. “you don’t even have to be saint. i just have to be on my best behaviour when around aunt dolly” the singer laughed softly “everyone might be high….might be” the blond chuckled “my mom definitely” she stated known it was going to be difficult since her parents getting a divorce, they obviously haven’t been in the same room since both of them finding new partners. “they are going to love you, because i do and they want me happy” she mentioned “you make me happy” miley added as she hooked her arms around his neck for a moment to lean into kiss him on the lips before heading into the madness of what was going to happen.

awsten: awsten always just wanted to be extra sweet and always on his best for miley, he'd never forgive himself if anyone in her family disliked him for a reason he could help. so really he was thinking of her long term and he wanted nothing more to connect well for her, their relationship and the child they had on the way. "alright.. i will just be as much me as i can, but a bit.. censored. i don't need them to see my ADHD or anything yet.. thanks to medication i'm trying, maybe they won't," he laughed some, smiling softly at the woman he loved. "i get that and i get why she'd wanna be," he let out a sigh, he couldn't imagine how hard this could be for miley's parents, but he loved tish and really at the end of the day, he wanted to do this for miley and their child as well even if he didn't have the best mindset with what he's hard about billy so far. "exactly and i'm a fucking delight," he added "and i'll continue to make you happy, baby," awsten smiled kissing her back, enjoying this moment before everything that could happen next.

miley: as the afternoon went ahead miley couldn't believe the size of her family members she always knew that she had a massive family regaurdless but when you've put them inside one or backyard so to speak, taking a deep breath miley walked down to the yard where her entire family was sitting though the only person would have made this better would have been her meemaw and papa but she knows they were with her in spirit. miley's soft blue eyes gazed at her boyfriend and smiled so lightly at him "you ready..." she asked him though can you ever be ready? they were about to find out what they were having "okay y'all, i know we're so fucking excited about Bear having a niece or nephew but shut the fuck up for a moment" miley chuckled in her tennesse accent that parted from her lips "now awsten and i have something to give you one each and we're going to film it to get your reactions okay?" the musican said to her loud family "you wanna get the cake pops?" she asked known they're going to be doing this all over again but with their friends that couldn't be here today "don't bite into not until we say so" miley said as she stud leaning against the door frame.

awsten: it's definitely been a while since awsten was around this many people, but of course he knew how to handle himself even if apart of him was hoping this would be over soon and the crowd would lessen. however, this was for their little bean, and miley, so he was being as present as he could be. "as ready as i can be," he answered honestly to her question, keeping an arm around her and glancing to everyone as she told them to shut up, getting a small laugh from the fake redhead. keeping his heterchromic eyes on everyone, treating this like seeing his bandmates so he wasn't losing it as much mentally. sure he saw a lot of people often for work, but awsten was very much a keep to himself type. as everything was going on, it made it all feel so much more real they were having a kid and they'd be here before either of them knew it. turning his attention to his girlfriend he gently whispered to her, "got any guesses before we officially know?"

miley: this was the downfall of coming from a massive family there was always noise everywhere though you were never to shy away from always having someone to talk too which was a nice thing to have too, miley did want a big family for that reason but somehow she knew what it was like growing up with so many siblings always arguing and fighting. miley peered her eyes over to her childhood best friend leslie who even now has a child of her own and giving her a small gullup, miley rested her head slightly against his shoulder as she felt his arm going around her she loved that they were always this close even with a room filled with people. "hang on y'all let me go get my phone and you have to say who you are and what you think it is before biting into the cakepop" she said as the musican turned her head to look at her boyfriend she lightly bit down on her bottom lip before shaking her head "my gut says boy, what about you" she whispered back to him, as her eyes gazed on to awsten and just him alone ignoring that there was a bunch of people infront of the couple right now.

awsten: seeing all the people there, who also had kids already did give awsten's mind a sense of calm, they wouldn't be alone in this and surely he wouldn't do that bad as a father. he did help out as much as he could with farore when geoff brought her home so he knew some of how to raise a baby. at this moment, seeing even a face he knew wasn't helping his introverted ways, so he just focused on miley and why they were here. hearing what she said he smiled some and couldn't help but get out his phone too so he could record for himself as well. "my gut says girl.. maybe because i think it'd be amazing with all my mom taught me about woman growing up," he whispered back, a slight laugh following his words. looking at her in this moment before things started he just had to kiss her, so he did. gently placing his lips on hers, sharing all his feelings for her in that one kiss. "i love you, now.. ready?" awsten said holding up his phone and getting ready to record with her.

miley: miley was a little surprised to hear that awsten said girl she always thought that most men would want a boy as there first ones though of course it didn't exactly matter to her just as long as the baby is heatlhy and growing as everything should be. "really? you're going to be an amazing dad no matter what we're going to be having" the singer told him softly as she kissed him back she placed one hand on his cheek, she knew what they were like even with people around them, this was why they ended up in this stituation always being together and not leaving one anothers hands alone though of course any new relationship it happens doesn't it? not wanting to pull away from the kiss but known they had too miley nodded her head before pulling away "i love you more, born ready baby" she chuckled as she pulled out of her phone she walked towards her parents "please don't fight one another, now state who are and what you think the baby is" she asked her parents obviously wanting to document every single thing before they find out the gender.

awsten: no matter what the gender was, awsten would love to see their little bean for the first time, hold them close and kiss their little face and remind them that even though he works a lot, he'll always be there and always love them so much. "yeah.. could be i'm sick of all the guys around me," he joked some, laughing a bit. "and i think you'll be an amazing mother," he added with a soft smile. honestly, if he could right now, he'd kiss her long, he'd probably even try to do more, since they both knew keeping their hands off each other wasn't easy. it's why they were having a baby currently, and surely they'd learn a bit better, but awsten honestly just wanted to enjoy being in love and time he had with miley. smiling softly at her words he got his phone ready walking to her parents with her, starting to record as people spoke. this was a moment he definitely didn't want to forget, especially with being their first.

miley: once scanning over the room to ask what everyone thought the baby of their gender was going to be she was honestly so surprised by the responses most people thought girl which she didn't expect though of course her brother braison thought boy and along side noah and brandi who all said boy was bound to happen, miley soon went over to the place where the ballon was the black ballon that was hidding their childs gender the musican walked over "okay...everyone bite into the cake pops, it's either going to be just cake or the color...but don't tell us before we popped the ballon" the brunette haired chuckled lightly why was she nervous why had she suddenly gone quiet, out of the two of them miley was the loudest with the biggest of energy though look at her circle of family "babe you ready?" she chuckled looking over at her boyfriend not believing this moment was about to be real "momma, can record please?" she asked though she knew at least one of her siblings was going to be recording "please don't post this on any socials not yet anyway" miley asked not wanting the news to be let out anytime soon.

awsten: putting his phone away after they got through everyone, awsten walked over to miley, a soft smile present on his lips before glancing at the balloon for a moment. inside was going to say the gender and while he'd be happy either way it was still a bit of a nerve-wrecking moment. taking a deep breathe before looking to his girlfriend with a warm smile. "i'm ready if you are," the red haired musician said before giving his phone to his sister to record this for him. all his family was already private, so he didn't say anything aside from giving his sister a quick hug and thanking her before walking back to miley's side. awsten laughed some at her comment on putting this on socials, thinking briefly how much could change if they were public about it. really, he'd just show his lover for miley more often, rather than just on his private account only few could see.

miley: she knew both of them wanted this moment to be as private as they could for tish and bily this was their second grandchild but for awsten's parents it was their first and that was much more of moment for them to take in, after having their last relationships all over social media she was happy that these two were more private. miley took a deep breath and passed awsten a pin to hold to be able to pop the ballon "3....2...1.....!" miley shouted softly as they popped the ballon and seeing pink confetti pouring out of it "oh my god!" miley grinned as tears formed down from her face she went over to hug her boyfriend rather tightly, they were having a girl....a little girl, for once her gut was wrong.

awsten: this was almost a dream for both awsten's parents to finally have a grandchild, they were through the moon about it and just as eager as everyone else there to see the gender. grace gently held the camera to record the moment for her brother but also enjoying the moment herself. awsten glanced to miley, gently taking the pin from her to pop it with her, taking one more deep breath before they'd go to pop it. just before he did, awsten closed his eyes wanted to just open them to the surprise of it and he did just that, seeing the pink confetti and looking right to miley, with his mouth open in surprise. hugging her back and gently kissing her cheek. "and she'll be as beautiful as her mother" awsten whispered in her ear as he held her close.

#chatzy para; finding out the gender ft. miley cyrus