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vivwritesfics · 24 days

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Hooked On A Feeling

Chapter Twenty-Five - Future Mrs Ricciardo

Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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Single Dad!Daniel x Single Mum!Reader

warnings: light smut

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Daniel spent all of December and January ring shopping. It was just so difficult, trying to decide on the perfect one. He'd seen the dainty rings she wore on her finger. All of them were flat. None of them were the kind of ring with a rock.

Something flat. Daniel knew she would like something flat, something that didn't have any kind of diamond sticking out. But that made finding the perfect one so much harder.

First, Daniel wanted to ask her and Milo to move into his house. By February, he'd decided it was time, decided he wanted to pick up all of her things and move them to his house. He wanted to see her books on the shelves, her blankets on the sofa, her mug beside his in the cupboards.

Fast forward to Valentines day. Olivia was supposed to be at her mothers house, but Kerry-Ann had a date and begged Daniel to take her.

(She watched the entire interaction, watched the way Kerry-Ann stepped closer to Daniel. Her hand touched his chest and she pouted her lips, begging him to take Olivia while she went on her Valentines date. The fact that she thought she needed to beg showed she really didn't know Daniel at all.)

Olivia and Milo spent the night at Olivia's Grand Parent's house. They watched movies, ate dinner in front of the television and filled in their colouring books until they went to bed.

"I'm thinking dinner and a movie," said Daniel as he pulled her towards him, pulling her onto his lap.

She straddled him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I think I like what you're thinking," she said and kissed him, playing with the hair at the back of his neck. "But I'm also happy with staying here and breaking the couch in."

Daniel couldn't help but frown. "The couch isn't new," he answered, and she bounced in his lap. His eyes widened. "Oh wow," he said. "Wow, yeah, I like that." His hands settled on her hips. "But I do still want to take you out for dinner."

When she pouted, Daniel kissed her and her pout disappeared. "Come on, my love," he said. "It's our first Valentines day together and I want to treat you."

She kissed him again. "Okay. But, instead of a movie, we can come back here and..."

"I love it." He stood up and gently put her on the floor. "Go and get dressed. I wasn't to get you back here as soon as possible." Daniel pointed her in the direction of the bedroom and smacked her ass, as if to get her going.

She got showered and dressed in as quick a time as she could. She dried and brushed her hair, styling it with pins, and did her makeup. If they were going for dinner, she was going to make sure she looked fucking perfect.

When Daniel walked into the bedroom to retrieve a his own clothes, he covered his eyes. "I'm not looking, I swear," he said as he dug through the closet.

He got changed in the living room, folding his clothes and leaving them on the couch. When he was ready, Daniel sat down and called his daughter.

When she walked out of the bedroom and into the living room, Daniel damn near dropped his phone. "Is that my momma?" Milo asked, his face appearing on the screen.

"Yeah, Milo, it is," he said as he strode over to her. He turned the camera around, showing Milo and Olivia just how gorgeous she looked. She did a twirl and took the phone from Daniel, saying hello to the kids as he stood behind her, hands on her hips.

"Well, we'll see you guys tomorrow, yeah?" She said to Milo and Olivia.

"Bye, guys!" Daniel called from behind her.

"Bye!" Milo and Olivia chorused, ending the call.

When Daniel turned her around, she slipped his phone into his pocket. She kissed the underside of his jaw as Daniel gripped her hips. "You know, now I kinda regret insisting that we go to dinner."

She stepped away from him, giving him an unimpressed look as she did so. "I did not get all pretty like this for nothing." She pressed a finger to his chest as she said it. "C'mon, Honey Badger. Take me to dinner."

Dinner was, well, fantastic. It was a small Italian place. Daniel hadn't given his real name when making the reservation, and they damn near shit their pants when he walked in.

They couldn't be more apologetic that they'd sat them in one of the worst seats in the house. But it was Valentines day and it was incredibly busy.

But the food was good, the service was good and the wine went to her head a little bit. Their table was lit by candles. Everything was perfect.

Daniel had his arm wrapped around her as they walked down the street. They didn't head back to the car immediately, instead walking under the stars. "Hang on," he said, stopping to tie his shoelaces.

But his shoelaces were tied already. And, suddenly, he had a little black box in his hand. "Y/N," Daniel called and she turned towards him. "I've got an important question."

Her hands covered her mouth as he pulled open the box. What kind of ring would a man like Daniel choose for her? Whatever it was, she'd wear it with pride.

But the box didn't have a ring inside. No, it had a key. "Will you move in with me?"

She couldn't stop herself from hitting his shoulder. "Asshole, I thought you were going to propose!"

Still, Daniel was on his knee, waiting for an answer. "Yes," she said, taking the key from the box. "Yes, I'll move in with you."

Daniel stood up and kissed her. "Let me take you home, Roomie," he said with a grin, taking her hand and leading her back to the car. "I just gotta know, will you smack me like that when I do propose?"

"Propose and find out," she said with a grin as Daniel pulled open the car door for her.

When the season started a month later, Daniel wanted to take her everywhere with him. He wanted her by his side as he walked through the paddock, wanted her watching him as he drove.

But she was still working and he went alone. But it was okay, it just meant that she'd be at home, watching the race with the kids.

The drivers that had met her, loved her. They asked Daniel about her whenever they got a moment. He loved talking about her. He loved talking about all of his little family and couldn't stop once he'd started.

Only Max knew he was going to propose. Only Max had seen the ring. Only Max knew how Daniel was going to do it. He just needed to give his friend a little reassurance.

It was back in Australia. Daniel had a weekend of no racing and he wanted to get away.

He booked a cabin for the two of them, took her away for just the weekend while Milo and Olivia stayed with his parents. Daniel didn't tell her. He didn't tell her until he was packing their bags (with no idea what to pack for her).

She walked in on him, shoving things into their bags. "Danny," she said softly, placing her hand on his shoulders. "What're you doing?"

He let out a sigh as he stood up. "I... am taking you away for the weekend."

Holy shit, he was going to propose.

Wordlessly, she began putting things into her bag. She grabbed things from her underwear drawer and put them in her bag without letting Daniel see what it was.

Once her bag was zipped up, she turned to him and threw her arms around his shoulders. "Love you," she said as she kissed him.

Daniel could hardly keep himself from telling her as he drove them up to the cabin. He kept his hand on her thigh as he parked up (doing that thing where he drove with one hand, palm against the steering wheel).

Their bags weren't heavy, but Daniel insisted on carrying both of them. The cabin was nice and secluded, the next one a few miles doing the road.

"Have you ever fucked on a porch?" He grinned as he carried the bags into the cabin, flexing like crazy.

They had sex on the porch. They had sex on the rug, sex by the fire. It was damn near impossible to separate them.

Daniel was constantly looking for the right moment to propose. He wanted to, he so badly wanted to. But it wasn't the right moment.

The right moment came on Sunday. They'd spent the night unable to separate, his cock moving through her folds, her body moving on top of his.

In the morning light, with her body wrapped in the white sheets, hair covering the pillow, Daniel found his moment. He wrapped his arms around her mid section and pulled her closer. "Marry me," he said and kissed her bare shoulder.

"Sure," she muttered, fingers tracing his tattoo.

"No, I'm being serious," he said, turning her body to face him. "Marry me."

She grinned and leaned in to kiss him. "Yes, Daniel Ricciardo, I'll marry you."

Suddenly Daniel was out of the bed. He ran to his bag, pulled the ring from its box and slipped it onto her finger. "Future Mrs Ricciardo," he whispered and kissed her, pulling her body against his.

(When they picked up the kids later that evening, Daniel introduced Y/N to his parents as his ex girlfriend. Nobody was impressed by that.)

FIN

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thesimulacrasimp · 1 month

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Okay so im gonna just throw randomly my thoughts on sm6 while rewatching it cuz why not, I was doing the same thing for hazbin hotel so why not spooky month too?

So yeah, SPOOKY MONTH 6 SPOILERS WARNING‼️

Ok im just gonna say: that starting scene with thieves was kinda funny. Also rewatching it, im starting to suspect that this giant spider thing in Lilas attic have her husbands soul, IDK WHY, I JUST FEEL LIKE IT, it just looks so important, it even appeared twice in the ep: in the begining n in the end.

Also ARE WE JUST GONNA IGNORE HOW JAUNE CALLED LILA "HOT-STUFF"??? WHILE HAVING A HUSBAND?????? A HUSBAND THAT SITTING NEARBY HER WHEN SHE SAYING THAT???????? ARE THEY IN A POLY RELATIONSHIPS HOLY FUCKING SHIT????????????? IM EVEN MORE INTRIGED NOW

Okay so Skid does know and remember his dad, I just was thinking that his father left/died when Skid still wasnt born or when he was very little so Skid doesnt even know that he had a father, but no he does remember his dad, so that means he presented for quite long time in Skids life.

Also im really suprised how big Pumps house is, well i mean— he said that his parents work alot so ig i shouldnt be suprised-

Poor Ignacio just wants some peace– *watched the ep a lil longer* Oh hes kinda fucked up actually---

Also for some reason i find kinda interesting that Ross n Rob were kinda comforting Roy every time they were on the screen like "We're here for you, Roy" etc etc, so im thinking maybe something bad happened to Roy? I mean he looked kinda frustrated n angry, so maybe somethng between him n his parents?

Okay but can we talk about how Moloch look so much more scarier than before?

Okay so--- get ready for my rambleling bout my boy Dexter-- HE LIVED WITH HIS MOM N ALOT OF CATS😭😭😭 N HIS MOMS PURE GRIEF BOUT HER LOSS WAS GENIUNALY SO SAD TO WITNESS 😭😭😭😭

Okay so looking at Skids impression when Father Gregor asked him bout his father-- yeah i think his dad actually died---- but i can be wrong ofc

Okay- im sorry but-- why does Kevin n Radfords interactions make them look like a couple--- I AM SORRY BUT----

Also the way Father Gregor gave Kevin holy water was really funny to me, it was like: "You know these children?? Yeaahhhh i feel bad for u, kid. Here have some holy water, just in case...." ALSO the fact that ppl started coming in the store ONLY after Radford sprinkled holy water in it-- DOES THAT MEAN THAT THERE WERE DEMONS IN IT THAT WERE KEEPING PPL AWAY???

Dont mind me guys, im just a little crying :')

Okay but the way how Skid n Pump were SO exited to see Moloch again was really funny n cute at the same time

Okay... This is the part when i literally teared up. I know it was just Moloch trying to fool Father Gregor to give him kids but idk.... It still made me tear up for some reason, and i even know the reason: i just miss Dexter so much n i didnt expect him to appear so much times in this ep, I just think hes a precious boy who deserved better. I KNOW THAT HE WAS KILLING ANIMALS N I DONT APPROVE THAT AT ALL, but hes still a sweetie idfc.

Also why would Patty need a gun so immediatly?..

Also that part when Moloch were wandering around the town n Father n spooky bois were trying to catch him was so funny and entertaining

Poor Pelo got ooffed again. Press F.

AND OMG THIS PART WHEN MOLOCH POSSESED SKID N PUMPS BODIES AND THE FATHER EXORCISMS THEM WAS SOOOO COOL, I DONT EVEN KNOW WHY, I THINK I JUST HAVE A THING FOR DEMONS N EXORCISM.

And this is the part where i actually cried alot. Poor Skid doesnt know that its not his fault at all.. Also even if Father Gregors words were kinda mean, that Lila is irresponsible mother, I cant disagree with them. Yes, she is an alone mother, but it doesnt give her permission to just leave her child to himself n his friend n go drink n then spent time w her child drunk. Yeah i know, that she leaves him to mr Wonder n Susie, but lets be honest, were here even a single time when the kids didnt just leave the house n cause problem? No. So i think the Fathers words are make perfect sense, n Lila should think bout it. Also a lil thing i just thought bout, why would Lila throw away her husbands stuff? If he actually died why would she do this? Or hes not dead n he just left for some reason? Idk

Also OMFG THAT OOGA BOOGA JUMPSCARE GOT ME SO FUCKING GOOD, I WASNT READY FOR AT ALL

and so ummm i think thats it. It took me 1 hour to write this lol.

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loveundrwrld · 2 months

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m yan business owner (owns a rage room) x f customer reader

f reader is a hyper independent eldest daughter who pays for the most expensive package m yan offers.

m yan is scared but also intrigued as f reader destroys the heck out of the room and caves in the selected weapon of choice (metallic base ball bat) while california here we go by the garden blares through the speakers

i have this scene in my mind where f reader looks at m yan through the security camera situated in one of the upper corners of the room, bat pointed at the camera, “turn that song up now” and proceeds to smash everything as the music plays loudly that it leaks into the other hired out rooms (idk how rage rooms work i want to go to one).

yes i am living vicariously through this request

ok ty

i love this request! ur valid, it's totally okay to be self-indulgent here.

i really like how detailed your request is- i did look up some stuff about rage rooms, which was interesting!

i'd never heard of them before. they do sound like they can be a little dangerous though, anon, so if you go to one in real life be careful- smashing electronics for instance is not recommended irl, there's a lot of stuff in computers and such that are not meant to be airborne. not trying to rain on your parade though, ofc, just do make sure to proceed with caution 👍

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burnt out female reader x rage room owner male yandere

(cw: dysfunctional family dynamic)

you were fed up with everything. exhausted, burnt out to the core. on the palms of your hands there were crescent marks from clenching your fist tightly all day, and your lip felt raw from biting them.

all day you had to do everything- go to your job, listen to your stupid boss's inane requests, drive your younger siblings to soccer or school, and run errands for your aging parents. and what thanks did you get? only a small acknowledgment if any. you were your parent's most "responsible" child, the eldest, so it was expected of you.

you got a job at an early age, and moved out when you were very young. you were hoping that being successful would make you feel better and would make you help you feel better about yourself. make your life feel more full. you tried your best to do everything by yourself, hoping that would make you look like a better daughter in your parents' eyes. and yet, you felt painfully empty. and you knew exactly why.

it was all criticism for you. no praise. even though you were great at your job and highly accomplished, it didn't matter. to your parents, all that mattered was that you could have done better. even though you were no longer living in their house, you could still feel the stress of their eyes on you weighing you down.

you decided that it was about time you have a little stress relief. punching your pillow could only get you so far. and by coincidence, you found an ad for something local that fit your interests- a "rage room." you could get all your anger out easily, and let your real self out. you could forget the mask of the "perfect daughter," if only for a little bit.

you thought for a second and realized that you couldn’t remember the last time you took a day off just for the sake of it. you could just take one vacation day for fun, and then you’d go back to work the next day feeling much better.

and, besides that, you were so busy being a careful, diligent daughter that you barely spent any money on yourself. you had plenty of money stored up, so why not use it?

you decided to just take a chance and do it. you dipped into your ample savings and reserved a room for yourself, and picked the most expensive option- a room reserved just for you, with someone coming in and giving you even more stuff to destroy so you can spend hours smashing as much stuff as you desire. it was the perfect idea.

when you got to the location, you were surprised at how small the place was. it looked a lot bigger on the website... and a lot cleaner, too.

the person that greeted you was a nervous, mousy-eyed teenager. he was wearing coveralls with a little name tag saying “max.” max spoke to you with a small, nervous voice, constantly darting his eyes.

"so, where's the owner? is it you?" you said with a smile, joking, but max only gave you a pained look in response. a sore subject, you guessed. it seemed you weren't the only person here with a terrible boss.

he silently passed you some forms to fill out, which you skim through and sign. it's just a standard liability form, you figured.

once he led you into your room, he handed you a face shield and some heavy-duty gloves, as well as some coveralls to put over what you were wearing. you put them on while he talked about the safety precautions.

you just nodded, your brain turned off. sure, you didn't catch all he said, but it couldn't be that important, right?

"... so, ma’am, make sure you don't get too distracted, or else you could get hurt, okay?" he said, giving you a nervous smile.

"hm. sure. okay. now, max, is there any way i can play some music here?"

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"stupid parents, stupid fucking job, stupid fucking responsibilities-"

you yelled, smashing into the third television set with wild abandon with your bat. your favorite song was playing on the speakers too, so loudly you could nearly feel the bass through your feet.

this was a great choice! you were already feeling much better. your throat was a bit raw from yelling over the music that was playing over the speakers, and your arms were feeling the burn of swinging over and over again.

your body was pulsing with energy, and you felt absolutely unstoppable. what a great little vacation! who knew being consumed with rage could feel so good!

---

at that moment, unbeknownst to you, someone was watching you from the security room. rhys, the owner of the place, was settled in his security control room, watching around the feeds idly to make sure that everyone was following the rules as expected.

he was half paying attention while he was scrolling on his phone, bored out of his mind, when one feed happened to catch his attention. it was you.

when you first came in, he thought you looked like a typical prim, proper, well-mannered girl. dressed nicely with a tidy appearance, you paid him in advance for a specialty reservation. he thought you were a typical rich girl having fun with her parent's money. nothing too special.

but now, to his surprise… you were smashing everything in sight like there was no tomorrow. you were becoming almost manic in your efforts, forgetting even that someone was in the room with you. glass and metal shards were flying everywhere, and your metal bat was becoming dented as you kept using it with all your might.

a shiver went down him. part of it was fear, of course. he wouldn't want to get on your bad side. but, another part of him was feeling something else as he watched your sweet little face become almost demented as you swung your bat over and over again.

right now, he was beginning to be grateful that he put down cell phone numbers on the forms he made his customers sign. maybe he could give you a little call and ask if you'd like to become a "loyal customer"... or, better yet, he could give you a job offer for a little side hustle…

the door opened, and max came in, interrupting his precious viewing session. he turned to glare at the young employee.

he was always babbling on about the customers, coming in and complaining about them being rude or scary. it was one of the annoying parts of owning your own business- you had to hire other people to help, and with a minimum wage job like this, only squirrelly little teens looking for extra money were applying for the position.

"s-sir, the lady in our specialty room isn't following proper safety precautions, and the music is already way too loud and it's bothering the other customers but she wants it even louder, but when i tried to talk to her she couldn't even hear me-"

rhys waved his hand dismissively, turning his head back around to continue watching the feed of your security camera. his large fingers tapped quickly on his desk, impatiently.

"yeah yeah, so be it. anyways, see that?" he pointed to you swinging the bat on the monitor. "it looks like her bat is almost done, it's so dented it's nearly caved in. you gotta get her a brand new one."

"... s-sir? you want me to go back in there?"

"yeah. what's the big deal? a little broken glass?" he scoffed. "i don't pay you to just sit around."

on the feed, he could see you stopping for a bit, heaving in large breaths. you turned your head, looking around. your eyes widened.

"see, kid? she needs you in there."

you stepped forward to where the security camera was, staring up at it with fiery eyes. your arm came up and pointed towards it.

for a second, he felt like the two of you had a connection. like you knew exactly who was watching you, and was pointing and staring directly at him.

then, your lips moved, mouthing words. you were saying "music... louder..."

he couldn't help but to smile, amused by your antics. you really were something, weren't you?

and now, he realized he didn't want to send max in there. he had a chance to get even closer to you, be around you physically. he didn't want him to be the one doing tasks for you, getting your attention. he wanted all your fiery passionate anger, all for himself.

the fear and excitement just thinking about it ran shivers through his spine, and a coil of heat down his stomach.

"actually, on second thought. i'll be the one to help her out, 'kay?"

#yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere boy

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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 year

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Running from the Flames {20}

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x OFC

Warnings: 18+ only, smut - this is a work of fiction and the events are not based on reality.

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“Just in here,” I said as I pointed Pierre to the driveway that led to mum and dad’s estate and turned the music down. “Thank god, I don’t think I could have listened to any more Disney songs. You do know you can say no to her, right?”

Pierre smirked into the rearview mirror as he looked at Addie nodding along to How Far I’ll Go from Moana. “I know, but why would I?”

“She has you so wrapped around her little finger.”

He parked my car in front of the house and before he even turned off the engine my mum was rushing out with a big grin on her face. “My babies,” she gasped as she threw the back door open and saw Addie reaching out for her. “Look how you have grown, chiquita. I missed you so much.”

We spent the afternoon enjoying the warm weather in the pool and it was nice to have a moment alone with Pierre while Addie splashed with mum and dad in the shallows. Mum had given us an update on what Trent had wanted for the settlement and he had been quieter than usual after hearing the conditions.

“You’re far too pretty to pout so much,” I teased as I climbed on his back and wrapped my legs around him, the warm water gently lapping around us. “What’s on your mind, handsome?”

He pulled me around his body and so I was facing him before taking a seat in front of one of the jets. “An exposé?”

“You saw the questions, there’s nothing really substantial to them.” I shrugged and picked up the gold cross that rested against his chest so my hands were busy. I wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea of an interview either but if it meant my freedom to travel with Pierre then I would do it. “I would have rather it been done sooner so I could go to Paris with you but having it primetime on a Sunday night is another strategy of his I’m sure.”

“If I didn’t have to go you know I’d be there with you.” Pierre sighed but there was no escaping the testing that he needed to do with his car before they left for Canada. It was being rebuilt from the chassis up after the crash but once it was ready he would need to run it in so the fine tuning and adjustments could be made. “The brakes had better be fixed this time.”

“I’ll be having a word with them if they aren’t. If not, I apparently have a good right hook.”

Pierre tipped his head back with a laugh. “You can’t joke about that, at least not today.”

“It only cost me $250k and an hour long interview.” I wrinkled my nose up. “I have to joke about it or I’ll probably cry.”

“No, no crying, unless they are happy tears. Anything else breaks my heart.”

“I can’t promise that when you’re going away,” I admitted as I curled into him and tucked my head in the crook of his neck. “It’s going to be strange sleeping without you, and lonely, and cold. You’re like the perfect hot water bottle.”

He brushed a kiss over my forehead before resting his cheek on my head. “Four nights, mon amour, four long nights and then we will be together in Montreal and you can put your cold feet on me again. And, we have tonight.”

“In my parents house,” I groaned under my breath. “Bloody cock blocks.”

“It wouldn’t surprise me if your dad made us sleep in different rooms,” Pierre joked.

I chuckled at the thought. “Then slept in the hallway with his shotgun.”

“Wait, he has a shotgun?”

I burst out laughing at the look on his face and found the loud noise had drawn my parents' attention. “Dad, I think Pierre wants to go clay shooting with you.”

“Oh no, sir, it’s alright. I’m more into golf than, uh, shooting,” he said nervously.

“Golf, huh, what’s your handicap?”

“16.”

Dad grinned and I knew what he was thinking. “Bri’s 16, I’m 11. We’ll have to have a round next time you’re here.”

“That could get messy, you get a bit competitive.” Pierre and dad both looked at me a little offended but I had been mostly talking to dad. After thinking about it, both men were very competitive by nature and I could see them trying to outdo the other. “Yeah, it’s probably a good thing you aren’t going shooting.”

Dad smirked at the comment. “Probably. Though I know a great lawyer if there is an accident.”

“Dad,” I gasped as splashed water his way, making him splutter and choke as he struggled to stop laughing.

“It was a joke, darling,” he said when he finally recovered enough to talk. “I wouldn’t have invited him over if I didn’t like him.”

“Technically that was mum.”

“Because she’s better at organising things than me, but I thought about it.” Dad looked at Pierre. “Trust me, son, the best lesson I can teach you on how to live a long happy life with a woman is this - just smile and let her do what she wants.”

“It does work wonders,” mum concurred as she swam up to dad with Addie on her back. “30 years of marriage and counting.”

“That sounds too simple,” Pierre commented but I was still staring at dad, wondering if I had ever heard him call a boyfriend of mine ‘son’ before.

Dad laughed and tapped the side of his head. “You still have to master mind reading to know what she actually wants and not what she says. Don’t fall for those traps.”

“On that note,” I announced as I swam towards the stairs. “I’m going to get dressed and start on dinner because despite my father’s sage advice - food is actually the key to keeping me happy.”

Pierre quickly caught up to me with a streamlined freestyle that flexed his biceps with each stroke and offered to help. Addie wasn’t ready to get out and pouted to her grandparents until they were manipulated into staying in the pool longer. It worked out rather well as I closed my bedroom door and tugged at the bows that held my bikini together.

“They are going to be there for a while.” I smirked as the material fell away and Pierre’s tongue rolled over his lips at the sight. “Don’t make me wait until Montreal.”

He turned and locked the door before kicking his swimming trunks off and picking me up. My legs locked around him like they had in the pool but now there was nothing between us and I moaned as his hard length teased my entrance.

“Make me yours, Pierre,” I begged as he laid me on the bed, his wet hair dripping across my skin as he kissed his way down my body. “Mark me.”

He grazed his teeth over the sensitive spot along my inner thigh and I shuddered beneath him when he sealed his lips over the skin and sucked. His tongue lapped at the mark he had left and my core clenched in response to the primal growl he made when he pulled back and saw the large purple circle that remained.

“Fuck, you are so sexy,” he praised as he admired the mark a moment longer. Needing me as much as I needed him, he curled two fingers into my aching cunt and sighed happily when he felt how wet and ready I was for him. “On your knees, ma chérie.”

I obeyed without hesitation and wrapped my hand around his cock so I could feel every inch of him as he slowly filled me. I wasn’t going to be able to silence the sounds that were building and I reached blindly for my pillow before burying my face in it.

“You feel fucking amazing,” Pierre whispered as he pulled me away from the pillow so my back was pressed to his chest and his hand snaked around my body to teased my clit in time to each thrust.

“Don’t stop, Pierre, please, don’t stop,” I whimpered as I bit my lip trying to keep quiet. My hands gripped his forearms, my nails marking his skin as my entire body tensed before my orgasm crashed over me in undulating waves that left stars dancing across my vision.

“We’re not finished yet, mon trésor,” Pierre chuckled in my ear before kissing my racing pulse and guiding me back onto my hands. “You might want to bite that pillow again.”

–

When we emerged freshly showered and satisfied, the others were still in the pool so we went to the kitchen and I grabbed a bag of masa harina to make fresh tortillas. Pierre set up a top 40 playlist on Spotify knowing I liked to listen to music while I cooked and then took charge of chopping up the vegetables I tossed his way.

“Nice reflexes, Gasly,” I praised when he caught everything, even the odd shaped apple cucumber that was covered in little prickles.

“Is this thing edible?” he asked as he wiped his hand free of the prickles.

“I’m too invested in your life to try to poison you, babe.”

He put the knife down and leaned closer to whisper, “can you tell that to Damien before he tries to shoot me?”

I opened my mouth to apologise and explain my dads sick sense of humour when I saw his lips twitch with a suppressed smile before he laughed.

“He needs to act his age, honestly. During the off-season he and Otmar get into so much trouble together. You don’t have to worry about him anyhow, his aim is terrible because he refused to wear the glasses he was prescribed.”

“That makes me feel much better.”

“And he likes you too much, he even called you son.”

“I wasn’t sure if I misheard that. His accent is very strong sometimes.”

I cocked an eyebrow up and waved a floury finger at him as I couldn’t help but tease him. “Look who’s talking.”

“Ah, but you love my accent.”

“I do,” I sighed longingly. “I could listen to you talking all day. Unless it’s with Charles, that just gives me a headache.”

Pierre laughed as he reached for his phone. “Should I call him again?”

“No, please,” I whined. “I speak French, he speaks French. I speak Italian, he speaks Italian. But for some reason I can never understand him, I don’t understand how you do either. It’s like a mashup of both languages and then some English thrown in for good measure too.”

He put his phone down again and turned to me with a smile. “That’s because you learned the language in schoolbooks. It’s far more formal and structured compared to street talk but you’ll pick it up when you’re living in Paris and hearing it everyday.”

The dough was kneaded and ready as I pushed the bowl away and wiped the flour off my hands. “About that…” I shifted on my feet as I looked out the kitchen window to the huge herb garden mum tended to. “I realised I’m being pretty hypocritical. I’m happy to pay Trent off because I don’t want to be apart from you. But then I’m supposed to start work and go from being with you almost 24/7 to just on weekends?”

“We promised we would make it work,” Pierre said nervously as he wondered where I was heading with this conversation.

“And we will,” I assured him as I took his hand. “What I’m saying is that I don’t want to be apart from you when I don’t have to be, especially after seeing that crash. It was a real wake up call that our time isn’t guaranteed.”

Pierre pulled me into his arms and I fisted the back of his shirt like if I could hold on tight then enough this moment would never end.

“Financially, I don’t need the job, I have a trust fund that I’ve never touched but that was mostly from pride and wanting to be independent. The job I had lined up was really only to get some hands-on experience but my long term goal has always been to design and build F1 cars.”

Pierre searched my eyes for a hint of a lie and his lips parted with a deep breath of relief when he realised what I was saying. “You’re not taking the job.”

“No, I can’t even stomach being away from you tomorrow night,” I admitted. “Silly season is coming up and it’s not just you drivers who change seats. I’ll keep an eye out for any jobs around the paddock that use my degree and work my way up that way. As long as I get to climb into bed with you at the end of the day, that’s all that matters.”

The ground disappeared as Pierre swept me up and spun me around with a grin. “I didn’t know how I was going to cope without seeing you and Addie everyday.”

I knew the suffering of missing Pierre would have been just as hard on Addie since she had come to love him too. She was thriving more than ever with having such a kind and supportive male role model, it would have been cruel to suddenly half that quality time they spend together.

“I hope we never have to find out.”

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Jump Then Fall - Part 2

Pairing: Javier Peña x ofc “Vanessa Morales”

Word Count: 5100+

Rating: M for mature - 18+ only!

Warnings: Please be aware there is an 11 year age gap. Mature themes and some canon mentioned. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: This one doesn’t have any Javier, but I promise the rest of them will! When the story starts, Vanessa is 19 and Javier is 30.

**Shoutout to @vanemando15 for listening and bouncing ideas from me, for holding my hand, and for her guidance with being a Latina herself. Without her, this wouldn’t even be a thing, just another line on my WIP spreadsheet. And also to my husband, who is also Latino and answered any questions I had (along with taking me to Colombia back in 2014). And to @wyn-n-tonic, who listened to my rambles and insecurities about writing an oc in first person.

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<<Part 1<<

The drive back to Corpus Christi was uneventful, although my thoughts were anything but. Memories of the night before kept flashing through my mind, the way he touched me, made me feel, the way his nose just barely skirted across my skin, the way he nipped at my chin. The care he gave me and how he took his time when he found out I was inexperienced, rather than running away. There was much more to Javier Peña than what was on the surface, one quick glance into his deep brown eyes was enough to convince me of that. Which made me sad, considering I’d never see him again.

I blink and I’m in the driveway, putting the car into park. I have no memory of the drive here, which is slightly terrifying. But before I can think any more on that, my mother comes running out of the house, taking my face in her hands and saying a quick prayer in Spanish to bless my safe return before kissing me on both cheeks. It’s then she looks over my shoulder and realizes no one else is in the car with me.

“Did you drive alone, mija?”

Time to lie. “No. I dropped off some people just past Laredo.”

Her face relaxes. “Oh good. I’m glad you made friends.” She claps her hands together. “Come! Tell us all about your trip while you help me with dinner.”

I tell my parents all about my time in Mexico, how I not only taught English but helped to build the church and the school house, how I made some friends and how others got called to another mission.

“The university wants to talk to me tomorrow and talk about the summer. To see if they should continue the program.”

My dad smiles at me. “We are so proud of you, mi niña. Setting such a good example to others.”

“Speaking of good examples…Miguel is still single.”

“Mami!” I blush, heat rising up my cheeks at the mention of Miguel. She had been trying to get us together for years, but neither of us had feelings beyond friendship.

She points at me. “Miguel es un buen muchacho [Miguel is a good boy]. When will you see that and go on a date with him? I want nietos already.”

I groan. “Mami! I’m not ready for kids right now.”

She looks at me, waving her hand. “No entiendo Vanessa [I don’t understand] . By your age, I was already engaged to your father.”

—-

My life settled back into its normal monotonous routine: class, job, home, sleep. Repeat. I never realized exactly how boring my life was until I had spent the summer in Mexico.

More like, until I spent the night with Javier.

I wonder where he is now. Is he still on his business trip? It’s been just over a month since we had our…meet. I got the feeling he was going to be gone for a while and that he either wouldn’t or couldn’t talk about it. Maybe he’s a spy? I chuckle at the thought. Wherever he is, I hope he’s doing well.

Based on my report, the university decides to repeat the program the following summer with new teachers and asks me to give a little seminar on what I did, what to expect, what to pack, and everything that I think they should know. I have to admit, it was nerve wracking getting up in front of everyone. I felt nauseous all day thinking about getting on that stage and talking. But everyone was interested and asked great questions, immediately putting me at ease. My professors thanked me for everything and said they’d be in touch with me about possibly returning the next summer. I’d never really thought about going back, but the thought is definitely tempting.

And maybe I can stop in Laredo on the way back. No, Vanessa. It was a one time thing. You’re probably making up the connection you felt. There’s no way he felt anything for you.

—-

A couple months later, my mom calls me down to the kitchen where she’s gathering up her purse, a paper list in her hand.

“Do you need anything from the store, mija?”

“I don’t think so. Just….maybe no pork? I can’t stand the smell of it now.”

My mom chuckles. “Mexico really changed you. Carnitas used to be your favorite.”

Even just the thought of pork, which I hadn’t had the entire time I was in Mexico, made my stomach churn.

“I guess I just got used to not eating it a few times a week.”

She nods and then looks around. Spotting no one, she leans in close to me and nearly whispers. “Do you need more…lady things?”

I furrow my eyebrows together. What is she - oh. My mom was always sort of embarrassed by periods, and so, if she had to talk about it, she would always whisper, afraid anyone would hear her talk about something that is experienced by arguably more than half the planet.

“Uh, no. I don’t think so?”

“You haven’t gotten any more since Mexico. Do you still have some?”

“Uh…let me check.”

I go upstairs and into my bathroom, kneeling to open the under the sink cabinet. I shuffle some things around and grab the boxes of pads I had put back when I returned from Mexico. There’s a bunch left, almost as if I hadn’t used any since I got back.

Had I used any since I got back?

I close the doors and head back to my mom, telling her I was still good with pads. She looks slightly relieved at not having to traverse the feminine hygiene isle, giving me a small smile and squeezing my shoulder.

“When I get back, I’ll need help with dinner.”

I don’t mind helping with dinner, as I do like to eat, but I wish she’d stop asking me about Miguel. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that Miguel was now dating Maria - they just weren’t telling anyone yet. I wasn’t supposed to know either, but I went into the church storeroom one day to grab a few extra Bibles and I saw them making out. Which immediately made me think of Javier, the place between my thighs tingling at the mere thought of his name. I wish I knew more about him- no, Vanessa. Don’t go down that path any more.

“...you invite Miguel over after church?”

“Hhmm?” I hadn’t been listening to anything my mom had been saying.

“Miguel. Why don’t we invite him to our after church lunch?”

“Uh..no. Miguel won’t want to do that.”

She looks at me out of the corner of her eye as she continues chopping.. “And why not? You are a beautiful girl, smart. You would have good babies-”

“He’s already with Maria, mom.”

She stops chopping and looks at me. “Maria?”

“Delgado.”

“Ay. That girl is bad news.”

“Miguel seems to like her.”

“Ah, well..men can be blind.”

—-

“We’re going to be late, mija! Hurry up!”

“Just a minute!” I yell, desperately trying to zip up my church dress.

I wear this one often but it had been a few weeks and for some reason, the zipper won’t budge. I let out a puff of air in frustration, yanking the dress back down my body. Now that the dress is off my body, I look at the zipper, seeing no fabric stuck in it. I try to zip it closed and it glides easily up.

“Oh sure. Now you want to zip.”

I toss it on my bed, turning back towards my closet when I catch sight of myself in the mirror. I stand there in my bra and underwear, looking at my body. Did I…did I gain weight? I haven’t changed my eating. If anything, I’ve been eating less. I turn to the side, my hands gliding over the skin on my lower stomach. I can see a small pooch there and I grunt in confusion. How did I gain weight if I’ve been avoiding so much food?

“Vanessa!”

I poke my head out of my door. “I’m not feeling well, mom. I’m going to stay home.”

She pauses. “You shouldn’t miss church.”

“I don’t want to get everyone sick.”

She pauses again and I swear I can hear her nod. “Ok. We will be back after lunch. I’ll bring you back some soup.”

“Thanks, mom.”

I hear the door downstairs close, the car pulling out of the driveway and driving off down the road. I wait about 15 minutes before I pull on whatever clothes I can find that fit me, grabbing my wallet and keys before getting in my car. I have to get some stomach medicine or something. I head to the pharmacy, thankful that the people I know who work here are all at church. I don’t want anyone to see me buying medicine to stop me throwing up my insides. I scan the rows of bottles for the ones for upset stomach. I grab one, flipping the box over for directions, my lips moving with the words as I read them.

“.....as long as symptoms persist. If symptoms worsen or do not improve after 3 days, call your doctor right away. Do not use if pregnant or breastfeeding. May cause interactions with certain medications…”

I freeze, my eyes rewinding the words I just read.

“Do not use if pregnant or breastfeeding….pregnant…pregnant…”

My brain kicks into high gear, and I stare at the bottle, not really seeing it. The boxes of pads that were sitting unused from my time in Mexico still sit unused under my sink. My aversion to foods I normally loved. The fact I can only keep about half of my food down. The weight gain despite this. My lower belly…my hand instinctively comes up to my belly, placing my hand there for a moment as panic starts to set in.

Could I be…no. Javier used a condom. He showed me as he did it. That’s supposed to prevent…prevent…

I grip the bottle of medicine in my hand, knuckles going white. Slowly, I turn and head out of the isle, looking for the one with the women’s products. I turn it down, grateful that it’s empty. I stand in front of the pads, pretending I’m looking for some while my eyes scan down the rows of pregnancy tests. It’s all overwhelming and I can feel the panic rising rapidly in my body. I quickly grab a box at random, hiding it under my arm as I make my way up to the register. No one is in line and I don’t know the cashier. I place the bottle of medicine and the pregnancy test on the counter, looking around nervously for anyone I may know. If the cashier thought anything of my purchase, they didn’t show it, scanning the items and quickly placing them in a bag as I handed them cash.

When I get home, I run upstairs, locking my bathroom door behind me just in case my parents come back early. My parents. What am I going to say to them? One step at a time, Vanessa. You may just have some weird stomach thing. I take a breath and open the bag, setting the bottle down on the counter and pulling out the small box of pregnancy tests. I throw up once more before opening the box and pulling out the directions, reading them several times through tear blurred vision. I somehow manage to pee on the stick, setting it aside and looking at my watch to check the time.

This has got to be the slowest 3 minutes of my life.

When I check my watch and it’s finally time, I take a deep breath before…taking another deep breath. And then I flip the test over. 2 bright pink lines stare up at me and I hold the stick against the directions comparing them. Double lines means pregnant. Pregnant. I’m pregnant.

I drop the stick, sinking down to the floor as I put my back against the wall. How am I pregnant? I only ever had sex with Javier and that was only one time. And he wore one of those condoms. Aren’t they supposed to stop people from having babies? Wait, if I’ve been pregnant since then, I’m like 3 months along. I should be making a doctor’s appointment. What doctor can I go to that doesn’t know my parents?

My parents.

There’s no way I’m going to be able to hide a baby from them. How do I explain it? Hey mom, dad. I met a stranger in Laredo and we had sex and now I’m pregnant even though he wore a condom.

What do I do?

—--

I spent the next 2 weeks trying to figure out what I was going to do. I wasn’t sure how my parents would react, considering they did want grandkids. But there’s no way they’re going to approve of this baby. In case of the worst, I start gathering up little things here and there - a few random pieces of clothes, the toiletry kit I had brought to Mexico, some little trinkets. I managed to sneak them down to my car, leaving them in the trunk in case I had to leave quickly. I really hope it didn’t come to that. But when I could no longer zip up my favorite pair of pants, I knew I had to tell them.

We all sit down to dinner, mom passing out plates and filling my papá’s plate with a large portion of food. Once everyone is settled, and grace is said, I clear my throat, my mom glancing up at me as she picks up her fork.

“I uh…I have to tell you something.”

My papá spears some food on his fork and takes a bite, chewing as he turns his head towards me, a questioning look on his face.

“Did that Miguel finally get rid of Maria?” My mom asks.

“What? No. I don’t know? That’s not-”

“I knew that girl was trouble. Always showing off in choir. You know, her mom said she got some fancy scholarship to a music school, but here she is, still here. I wonder why-”

“Mami. I need to say something.”

“-why she’s still here? She probably stayed for that boy. Maybe it’s good-”

“MAMI!”

“-good that Miguel didn’t ask Vanessa out. Maybe he’s no good-”

“I’m pregnant.”

Silence. You could hear the grass growing outside it’s so quiet. My parents stare at me, the fork halfway to my papá’s open mouth.

“What?” My mom asks.

I hesitate a moment. “I’m…I’m pregnant.”

“That’s not funny, Vanessa. Don’t you joke about something like this. You know I don’t like the humor you young people think is funny.”

I look down at my plate before looking back at her. “I’m not…I’m not joking.”

Silence again. No movement. But I can feel the disappointment, the anger building in them.

“I’m about…3 months? I think?”

Still silence.

“I only just found out.” I cast my eyes down, looking at my plate of untouched food and realize that half of it I actually want to eat, while the other half makes me want to run to the bathroom.

“Salga [Get out].” He says it quietly, but his tone has layers of anger, hurt, and disappointment all trying to bubble out.

I look up, surprised that it’s my papi saying it.

“What?”

“Salga. Yo no te quiero en esta casa. [Get out. You are no longer welcome in this house].”

“But papi-”

“Don’t! Largarte! Now.”

I glance at my mom, who has tears in her eyes. She gives me a look of utter disgust and looks away from me, showing her support of her husband’s decision.

I stand, pushing the chair away from the table. “Can I just grab some thing-”

“You should have thought of that before you opened yourself up for a man. What were you thinking? You are no longer a daughter of mine!”

My papi’s words slice through me like butter, stabbing me so hard that tears start to fall before I even know they’re there. I walk to the front door, pausing only to put on my shoes before getting in my car and driving about a block before I sit at the stop sign. I knew deep down this may be their reaction, which is why I started packing my trunk. But it still hurts. I need my parents right now, but…

Where do I go?

I turn left, driving a few blocks to knock on my friend Ximena’s door. But instead of my friend, her mom comes to the door, a stern look on her face as she shoos me away, telling me I’m not welcome in their home. I’m met with the same reaction at the next 3 places I go and I realize that my parents must have called everyone we knew to tell them not to let me in, that I had done something so terrible. I doubt they told anyone the truth, that their only child was unwed, single, and pregnant, but our church community is so strong, they apparently didn’t need more than my parent’s word to kick me out.

I stop at a little diner across town, a burger actually sounding really good to me. As I eat, I think about what to do next. It’s getting late, and while I could rent a hotel room, I won’t have enough money to do that for very long. I have no friends left in Corpus Christi, that much is clear. So…where do I go? As I eat and let the tears fall, I think about that night, about Javier. And I realize, there’s only one place left for me to go, even if it’s just until I get on my feet. I finish eating, leaving money on the table for the bill and tip, and head out to my car. It’s a 4 hour drive there, which I can’t do in the dead of night. I drive to the highway and find the closest motel, getting a room for the night that I can cry myself to sleep in.

—----

The next day, I start the drive to Laredo, oddly calm considering the situation. I can do this next step - get to Laredo. I’ll ask around for Javier and see if anyone knows where he lives. I don’t expect anything from him, and I’ll tell him as much. But I would appreciate a place to stay while I figure out where to go next.

After a few bathroom stops, I finally make it to Laredo, finding the bar I had met Javier in that night. It’s not open for a few hours, so I take that time to have some lunch and a short nap in my car, waking to the sound of the main door closing. I walk up to it and push it open, walking inside. The bartender is cleaning down the bar, getting things set up for the rush in a few hours.

“Excuse me?”

He turns to me, wiping out the glass in his hand. “Yes, ma’am?”

“I’m looking for a Javier Peña? He’s about this tall-”

The bartender chuckles. “I know Javier. Haven’t seen him in a bit though.”

“Oh.”

The bartender seems to sense my despair and he sets the now clean glass down. “Look, his dad lives on a farm just outside of town. I’ll give you the address and maybe he can tell you where Javier is.” He scribbles down an address on a napkin and hands it to me, giving me a small smile.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

—-

I pull up to the Peña farm about 40 minutes later, after the bartender had given me some general directions. It’s not a large farm but it’s not small either, and I think I can see a river in the far distance. I park in front of the farmhouse and get out, smoothing out my dress before walking to the front door and knocking. At first, no one answers. But then I hear clanging coming from the barn around back, so I head in that direction, poking my head just inside the barn door.

“Excuse me?”

The man in the barn stops hammering and turns quickly to look at me, hammer slightly raised in defense. He’s older, a nearly all white mustache with matching hair poking out from under a white cowboy hat, glasses poised on the edge of his nose. His eyes remind me of Javier’s and I realize this must be his dad.

“You must have taken a wrong turn, señorita. Town is several miles that way.” He points and I give him a small smile.

“Actually…are you señor Peña?”

He studies me for a moment. “Depends. Which Peña are you looking for?”

“Javier’s papá?”

He looks at me, trying to figure out why I would be here talking to him. “He’s not here.”

“Not back from his business trip?”

He shakes his head. “No.”

“Any idea when he will be back?

“No. Probably not anytime soon.”

I nod, my face falling slightly.

“Can I help you with anything?”

“I uh…I’m not sure. Maybe this was a stupid idea.”

I turn to leave, willing the tears that had been building in my eyes to not fall.

“Wait.”

I stop, looking up at the older Peña. His eyes glance down towards my belly, where I had unconsciously placed my hand. A look of realization washes over him and his kind eyes meet mine, an odd expression in them.

“How old are you?”

“N..nineteen.”

He swears, glancing up at the ceiling before back at me, a hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. “He’s the father?”

I nod, looking down at the dirt covered floor.

“You’re sure?”

I blus, not able to meet his gaze. “He’s the only one I..I’ve ever…”

He puts his hand up. “Ok ok. I understand.” He takes a deep breath and lets it out. “Are you hungry?”

That was not what I was expecting. “Oh I…I don’t expect anything.”

He smiles and it reaches his eyes, instantly calming me. “You’re not an inconvenience, you’re the mother of my only grandchild. Come.”

He waves his hand for me to follow him, placing the hammer down on his workbench before we head to the main house. It’s a 2 story farm house, sparsley decorated with furniture that he most likely got when Javier was born. It’s worn but well loved and I instantly feel a sense of safety, despite never having been here. He leads me into the kitchen and has me sit at the little island bar while he makes me a simple sandwich, asking me what I’m not eating and what is safe. He slides me a glass or orange juice, saying it was fresh squeezed and good for the vitamin c. I take it, thanking him while I try not to inhale the food, not having eaten in several hours. Chucho clears his throat and I swallow the last bite of my sandwich, looking at him as I take a sip of the juice.

“Did you tell him?”

I set the glass down, spinning it counterclockwise for a moment. “No. I only found out a couple of weeks ago.”

He nods. “How far along?”

“Around 3 and a half months?”

“Have you been to a doctor?”

I shake my head. “Like I said, I only found out a couple weeks ago and my parents kicked me out when they found out so…”

He swears under his breath. “We need to get you to a doctor.”

“I don’t have the money for that. I don’t have the money for anything. Oh God, I don’t have money! How am I going to…to…”

Tears start flowing out of nowhere, uncontrollable as I sob at this man’s table. Chucho comes to stand next to me, turning my body to hug me as he lets me sob into his shirt. He makes calming sounds, telling me everything will be fine. That I’m not alone.

“But…but I am alone, Chucho.”

“Not anymore. You have me.”

I look up at him, blinking away the last of my tears. “Oh no, I couldn’t-”

“What did I say earlier? You’re the mother of my only grandchild. Can I assume you have nowhere to stay?”

“I’m ok in my car.”

He gives me a stern look. “That won’t do. You’ll take one of the rooms here.”

I shake my head, starting to wave him off. “Oh, I couldn’t-”

“You can. What you can’t do is live in your car pregnant and with a baby.”

He feels fatherly, warm and safe and I can feel the tears coming on again so I nod, accepting the help that I desperately need. “Th-thank you. I promise I’ll earn my keep.”

He shakes his head. “There’s no need-”

“Please. Let me at least clean and cook? My mami taught me how and I can make really good food.”

“It’s not necessary-”

“Please let me do this?”

He studies me for several long moments. “Alright. But when you’re near your time, you’re going to rest, understand?”

I nod, smiling slightly. “Thank you, Chucho.” I take another sip of my juice while he takes a swig of his beer, the sound of the ticking clock loud in the silence of the house.

“You said Javier won’t be back anytime soon. Can I ask what he does?”

“He didn’t tell you?”

I blush. “Oh, well we uh..didn’t really…he didn’t-”

“Ay I don’t need to know,” he chuckles. “But Javier is in Colombia, working hard to take down Pablo Escobar.”

I spit out my juice, apologizing profusely as I try to dry it up with a paper towel. “He’s what?”

“Yeah. DEA. So when I said it won’t be anytime soon…”

“Was he happy to go?”

“He definitely saw it as a promotion, a chance to go and prove himself.”

I knew about Pablo Escobar of course, but to hear that my Javier- no, not my Javier. Just Javier - was trying to catch him? That is impressive.

“He doesn’t call often, but next time he does, you can tell him about the baby-”

“No!”

Chucho looks at me, straightening himself up and squaring his shoulders. “No?”

I take a breath. “I know I only spent a….little time with Javier, but he seems like the guy to try and be honorable?” Chucho shrugs and nods. “Then I can’t tell him.”

“Why?”

“Because if I do, he’ll come home. And then he will resent us. I can take it, but the baby? I can’t do that to my child. He will resent us both for bringing him home from this huge career move. We are only 2 people. The entire world needs him. Plus, what if....what if he doesn't come back?”

Chucho’s eyes are hard as he processes what I’ve said. “You’re right about Javi, but I still think you should tell him. He deserves to know.”

“I’ll tell him. I will. When he catches Escobar.”

“That could be years, Vanessa.”

I nod. “I know. And I take full responsibility.”

“That you are.”

—----

Chucho holds true to his word, inviting me to live in his home. I cook and clean for him and, even though he grumbles about it, I see him coming to dinner on time more and more, being able to rest after a long day on the farm as opposed to cleaning. As we eat, he tells me more about Javier, his childhood and the man he grew to become. What I don’t tell Chucho is that with every story, even the bad ones, I fall a little harder for his son.

He also works out a deal with a doctor in town so I can get OB care until I can get insurance. One day, he comes home from church with a crib and several boxes of baby stuff, saying the women in his church donated their old baby things to me (he’d told them I was his new live in maid, a young girl who was recently single. Not an exact lie, but they all assumed the man either left me or I was widowed, which made them open their hearts a little more to me).

He made me stop working so hard around 33 weeks, saying I should’ve stopped sooner. He insists I rest and relax, feed into my nesting instinct. He had cleaned out one of the other rooms to make nursery, putting the crib in there but pulling out an old bassinet from the attic, telling me it was Javier’s.

Chucho is there holding my hand when I go into labor and is there when my son is born. Javier Alexander Morales Peña came screaming into the world, just as every bit as stubborn as his dad, according to Chucho anyway. Tears well up in his eyes when he holds Alex for the first time, telling him how handsome and strong he is. That he’s truly a Peña man.

When Alex turns 2, Chucho demands that I go back to school, as I was only a year away from getting my degree in education. He watches Alex at night while I go to school and, a year later, I graduate with my degree, landing a job that coming school year at Laredo Elementary, which gives Alex, who will be 4 soon after, a slot in their pre-k program.

As Alex grows, he asks about his dad. I decided to tell him the truth - that his dad is a hero, trying to catch a very bad man in another country and that he can’t come back until he does. That the world won’t be safe until the bad man is caught. Alex accepts this and makes up stories about his dad, flying around with a cape and fighting off bad guys to give us all a better world.

One summer afternoon a couple years later, Alex had just gone off to camp for a couple of weeks. He’s 6 now and “a big boy”, so he begged to go off to a science camp with his friends for a few weeks. It was hard to not have him around, but I knew he was having a great time. I’m elbow deep in sink water, washing the pans from breakfast when the phone rings. Chucho picks it up upstairs after a couple rings and when he doesn’t call for me, I know it’s for him. I finish with the last pan, setting it off to side, sliding my rubber gloves off and reaching for the drying towel. I pick up the pan, drying it off when I hear Chucho coming downstairs. He walks into the kitchen and stands there for a moment watching me.

“Chucho? You ok?”

“I uh…I’m going to the airport.”

“Chucho…Are you finally taking a vacation?”

He gives me a small smile before it leaves his face. “Actually, I’m going to pick up Javier.”

—----

>>Part 3>>

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sirensplayhouse · 1 year

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hii it’s ‘🪦’ anon. i wanted to come back for a quick second and share some stuff. recently, i’ve manifested so much stuff since i first sent an ask and even before that with only being in this year for two months.

month of janurary in order:

- my parents divorce being over after years (everything working out how we planned). this was also the reason i had got into LOA all those years ago, so i did cry for like a day straight, it was really my wakeup call.

- 2 week vacation to my favorite tropical area for the month of feburary (i just got back from traveling and i enjoyed myself sm)

- i tapped into the void state about two times that month as well. i affirmed for always being aware of when i’m in it.

- a healthier relationship with my family. the past few years i did struggle with feeling close with them but we’ve grown so much in a short amount of time now.

- 300 dollars worth of clothes + a skims dress (the package was gonna be way more and i had already spent a lot of money for the vacation in advance)

- three new pairs of desired shoes

- this was random but, my mom always gives me money monthly to spend freely or to save but i had already gotten that months worth. so i was like my mom is gonna give me more money, not even 30 minutes later she’s asking how much i wanted?? 😭😭

month of feburary in order:

- over the years my family has definitely gotten more lenient especially since i’m damn near grown LMAO but it feels nice to do stuff without feeling like there’s going to be consequences, so i manifested for my family to be more lenient with my desired things.

- to get rid of my cold/flu a few days before vacation. i had gotten “sick” (like a common cough and runny nose) from a family member. i haven’t been sick in years so i was genuinely pissed about it. i affirmed one night when i was sleepy to wakeup without the sickness, and when i woke-up it was gone.

- my sister got paid earlier than she expected. and the amount was a few more thousands than she normally would get. it was funny when she came to tell me because she always has to make a joke out of everything. 😭

- my mothers approval for more piercings and maybe even a tattoo? (probably not, i’d def pussy out LMDAOO)

- so this was the biggest one besides the divorce but we got offers for two homes. the same homes that we looked at years ago and it honestly freaked me out. i genuinely did want to move again so i could be closer to my friends house to hangout more (we both met through LOA about three years ago and just so happened to live almost an hour away). i glanced at both house listings online after talking to her and i believed that i was gonna move. NEXT DAY, MY MOM AND SISTER GOT TWO CALLS BACK TO BACK. so now we’re moving into both homes because of something that happened 😭 it’s not bad but it was funny. i’ll be there in less than a week so i’m excited!

- another thing that happened was earlier this month. i tapped into the void for fun through this guided hypnosis video post made by gorgeouslypink and i was curious. i didn’t have any intent on manifesting anything there nor did i actually think i was gonna go through with it. i laid down right after and i tapped into it immediately while following the last speaking. personally, i don’t feel the need for the void because at the end of the day, ts is a deep meditative state inside of me. manifesting in the void is instant, and so is manifesting any other way. i also texted my friend right before and after. she thought i was gonna do it another day by u disappeared for like an hour or two and she was shocked. i was gonna send proof of everything but idk how to do this shit through anon but changing the font tbh this is sad.

all of the stuff that i mentioned within these two past months were all manifested without using the void. i hope that this can bring more positivity and enthusiasm for a lot of people who’ll see this post. ofc you can use the void but realize your power, it all starts with you and ends with you. don’t forget that you promised yourself these things so give them to yourself. sending love 💓 i’ll check back in monthly probably bc this is fun sharing my experiences and using the pink font color 💟 see you next time!

babes……. HELLO YOU DID THAT🥺i’m so proud and happy for you ! 🫶🏾 you’re only gonna get better and better and i can’t wait🥰i hope you enjoy all you’ve manifested 🕺🏾and have an absolute ball

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The Lake House: A Trio Fic

Summary: After the camping trip disaster, the boys decide to plan a couples getaway at Curtis’ family lake house where shenanigans ensue. Andy Barber x Black!Reader, Ari Levinson x WOC!OFC, Curtis Everett x WOC!OFC

Warnings: Bossy Alpha Males, Angry Andy/Ari/Curtis, Daddy Kink, Bratty Reader, Bratty OFCs, Smut, Oral (m/f), Manhandling, Spanking, Cursing, Alcohol Consumption, Minors DNI

A/N: Part of my Trio Seres. Please enjoy and let me know your feedback. Once again written on my phone. All mistakes my own.

Three big, rough-and-tumble men sat around a table at their favorite bar sipping on whiskey. None of them said a word, each of them deep in thought.

It had been months since they’d taken their girls camping, which had been just shy of a disaster. Their women, whom they loved and adored, had spent the majority of the time bitching and moaning about the heat, the bugs, the lack of available running water...

It was safe to say that they had not become one with the land. A man could only take so much complaining before he began to question his own sanity.

By the end of it all, Andy had considered drowning himself in the river. Curtis had been ready to seek out and fight a bear. And as for Ari, well he had been ready to walk off into the woods and never come back.

But they had somehow resisted the temptation.

Because you see…

Andy, Curtis, and Ari were at a point where they actually wanted to hang out together sometimes…as couples.

And by as couples, they didn’t mean them sitting out back enjoying bourbon and the occasional cigar while the girls curled up in the living room sipping wine.

Living separate lives.

Truth be told, it made it much harder to keep an eye on their sweet brats. They were mischievous little things, those girls. They kept their Daddies on their toes at all times.

“Alright, I think I know where we can go.” Curtis finally speaks up. “We’ll still get to enjoy the benefits of the outdoors, and the girls will get the air conditioning and other amenities they apparently need to survive.”

“I’m all ears.” Andy mumbles as he polishes of his glass. He motions the bartender for another round.

Ari on the other hand just grunts.

“My parents have this beautiful lake house about two hours from here. It’s fantastic - four bedrooms, two and half baths, big bay windows, a full kitchen, a gorgeous view of the lake, a pool, and -“

“Okay, okay, Mr. Better Homes & Gardens, we get it.” Ari lets out a gruff laugh. “Consider me sold.”

Curtis flips him off.

“Yeah, that’s sounds like something my lady would love.” Andy mumbles in agreement as his mind drifts to images of his baby girl walking around in nothing but a teeny tiny bikini. “When do we wanna go?”

“Next weekend is a holiday. So how about we leave Thursday morning and come back Monday evening?” Ari suggests.

“Works for me.”

“Me too.” Andy mutters. He was going to have to take his lady shopping. Let’s see. They were gonna be gone for four days, so if you did the math…carried the two, plus the...oh, and then one had to plan for emergencies, so…

By his calculations, his girl was going to need at least twelve bikinis. Which meant they had some serious shopping to do.

Two Weeks Later…

“Wow!” You mutter as you stroll into the lake house arm in arm with Story. “This is -“

“Gorgeous.” She finishes for you.

And then you hear a gasp. “Hey babe! Hey Story!” Ruby grabs you both and pulls you into a hug. “Holy shit, is the place dope or what?”

“That’s what we were just saying!” Story laughs as she boings one of her dear friend’s glossy curls.

“Why don’t you give us the tour?” You ask, practically bouncing on your toes.

“Girl, my big oaf has never brought me up here.” She frowns with a hand on her hip.

“Curtis has never brought you here before? What a dick move, bro!” Story yells from across the room. Just in time for Ari haul their bags into the impressive entryway.

“Aye! Watch your mouth, Story-book!” He replies with a grunt, prompting her to roll her eyes.

Setting the luggage aside, he strides over to his little love and picks her up by her ass with one large hand. “Roll your eyes at me again, and I’m going to give you a real reason to roll ‘em.” Her giant of a man leans down to peck her lips. “Now, how about you and your pretty friends go explore while the men finish bringing in your mountain of luggage.

Ari sets her down and walks away.

“Don’t worry, girls.” You hook your arm through a slightly trembling Story’s elbow, and then you do the same to Ruby. “One of these days we’re going to hit our growth spurts, and then we’ll be the ones slinging them around like rag dolls. Mark my words!”

And then off you go exploring.

At some point, the three of you end up in what must have been the library. It wasn’t huge by any means, but it had the most adorable little reading nook.

“I call dibs!” You and Story shout at the same time.

“Oh, come on nerds.” Ruby huffs as she pulls your glaring bodies along. “We’re not here to read. Plus we have more to see!”

The pool is gorgeous, and there’s a little bar in the corner that would be perfect for cocktails. There’s a balcony that sports a perfect view of the lake.

You were already dreaming about curling up with your sweet Andy as you watched the sunset.

And the kitchen! Once you all had stumbled upon the kitchen, Ruby had nearly swooned. And truth be told, you weren’t too far behind.

Every appliance was the latest and greatest, and not to mention stainless steel. You were damn near close to having a fucking orgasm over this kitchen.

Story on the other hand had shrugged and said: “looks nice - I think I could work with it.”

By the time you all finish your unguided tour, you find your men lounging in the den, enjoying a Sam Adams.

You plop yourself in Andy’s lap before grabbing his hand to take a pull of his beer. He leans in to inhale your scent before nipping your ear.

“Told you they’d be back.” Curtis chuckled. “Our girls always miss their big, strong, incredibly handsome men too much to stay gone for long.” He flashes an arrogant smirk and then proceeds smother his wife’s neck with kisses.

“Stop it!” She giggles, pushing his head away.

Meanwhile, Ari has pulled Story somehow both into and beneath his big body, effectively holding her hostage.

“I can’t breathe, you beast.” She huffs.

“Aww, baby. So nice to know that after all this time, I can still take your breath away.” He purrs.

Still struggling for breathe to turns her head to you and Ruby. “Yeah. It's called suffocation. Ladies, whatsay we hit the pool?”

“I’m down!” You both shout. You try to scramble off your boyfriend’s lap, but his arm around your waist won’t budge.

“The guys and I were thinking that we could order in some lunch and just chill for a bit.” Andy’s tone implies that his words are a suggestion. But you know it’s not. He’s telling you what you’re going to do.

“Well you guys can chill and order whatever you want while my girls and I go get wet. Maybe it’ll help us work up and appetite.” Ruby purrs, subtly grinding her ass against Curtis’ hard lap.

“Aww, fine.” Ari finally lets his girl up for air. “Let ‘em go take a swim for a minute. Means we get to drink and watch gorgeous girls splash around in the water.”

He lifts Story off the couch and delivers a hard smack to her ass. “Let’s get this vacation started, fellas.”

Andy sighs before pulling you up as well. “Come on my little princess, let Daddy show you to our room.” He presses a hot kiss to your hand and leads you up the stairs.

Your room was gorgeous - a mix of purples, oranges, and pinks. It kind of reminded you of a sunset to be honest.

“Wanna test out the mattress little girl?” He murmurs. His tone soft and silky. Andy’s lips lower to yours, only to be stopped when your hand covers his mouth.

Undeterred, he sucks your ring finger between his lips, softly caressing the digit with his hot, wet tongue.

He finally releases it with a sweet pop. “I want to see you in that black and gold monokini with the matching wedges.” Andy tells you.

“Go get dressed, baby girl. Daddy’ll wait right here for you in case you need help.”

Digging the items out of your bag, you rush to follow instructions. Once you’ve slipped on the suit, you push your curls on top of your head in a pineapple style. And then you lace up your wedges. A couple of poses and a careful swab of lip gloss, you open the door.

“Does your baby look good, Daddy?” You purr as you lean against the doorframe, making sure to arch your hip just right.

The sound of his growl reverberates in chest. “Fuck yeah, my baby does. Let me eat you before we go out there.”

“No!” You squeal as he pulls you towards him.

“Just one taste, sweetheart. Just one little fix.”

He throws you down on the bed, hefts your legs over his shoulders, and pulls the fabric protecting your pussy to the side. And then he buries his face in your soft, sweet wetness.

“I wanna get in the water.” Story whines up at Ari from her place kneeling between his thick, muscled thighs as he sits on an adirondack chair.

“And I want to admire my little sprite.” One roughened hand slowly strokes it’s way down her throat to rest between her ample breasts. Aren’t you glad I made you get this suit, baby? Hm?”

His scruffy chin soon replaces his hand, breathing in her sweet scent. His girl always smelled like peaches and sunshine.

Without so much as glancing around, Ari pulls the right strap of her suit down her shoulder, exposing her plump breast to his heated gaze.

“Mine.” He growls softly before sucking a pouting nipple into his hungry mouth. “Mmm.” He moans, before toying with it. Nipping and biting with his sharp teeth.

Story’s back arches of its own accord. Her light pink manicured nails grasping his head, drawing him closer. “God, Ari!”

He briefly releases her breast, only to dive back in with vigor. Pulling as much of her delicious offering into mouth as he can take.

Ari repositions his girl so that her drenched cunt is resting on his thigh. He pulls back again, breathing hard. “Ride me, my little sprite. Ride your Daddy’s thigh.”

She once again pulls his head back to her aching chest. Her cries getting louder and louder as her messy core bears down hard thigh.

“Ahhh! Ari - Ari! Ahhh!”

“Call me by name, baby.” He snarls. “Say it! Make me fucking happy!”

“Oooh! Da-daa-daddy!” Story whimpers as she cums, her much smaller body collapsing limply against his own.

Chuckling softly, he quickly rights her suit and rubs her back, just in time for Andy and Y/N to join them outside, with the latter rocking a rather blissed-out look of her own.

Ruby and Curtis were the last ones to emerge from the house. His chest is puffed out, and there’s a little pep in his step, and a slightly stupid grin on his usually serious face.

She looks at you both and shrugs as if to say, “yeah, I blew him - so what?”

He doles out beers to his boys and sets out a metal bucket filled with more bottles next to his chair before announcing something about a seafood smorgasbord for dinner.

“Ladies, I’m hot. Come take a dip with me!”

The three of you grab hands, turn around to toss a saucy wink at your boys, and jump in with a scream.

Splash!

“Fuck! Are we some lucky sons of bitches or what?” Andy mutters.

“Cheers to that, brother!”

A Little While Later…

“Come in with us guys!” You yell up at them as you float around the pool on an inflatable raft. “Please, Andy?” You hold out your dripping hand to him, wiggling your fingers as you do.

“No can do, baby girl. Daddy’s too busy enjoying the view.” He tells you with a cigar half hanging out of his plump mouth.

Yes, you wanted him to join you, but you also wanted him to put the damned thing out. He didn’t indulge in that disgusting habit often, but you always refused to kiss him when he did.

And also you blamed Ari for handing them out. So now your men were too busy lounging around, wearing sunglasses, and puffing away.

Eventually, they do put the cigars down. But Curtis notes that they’re not done with them yet. And moments later, you and your girls are treated to the sound of soft snores.

You roll your eyes and motion for the girls to get out of the water and join you on land. The three of you grab your towels and pad into the house.

“Ugh. Remember when they used to be fun?” Story grumbles.

“Whatever.” You shrug.

“Bunch of grumpy old men.” Ruby agrees. Mind you, none of them were over forty, but still.

“I say we shower and watch a movie. I’m dying to try out that indoor theatre downstairs.” Your suggestion is met with unanimous agreement.

“And the boys?” Story murmurs.

“Eh, we slathered ‘em all with sunscreen didn’t we? Let ‘em bake.”

When your men find you later, you’re holed up in the basement eagerly watching the sequel to 365 Days.

Of course they walk in smack dab in the middle of what feels like the twentieth sex scene…

“Dinner’s here.” Ari growls. “If you all can manage to pull yourselves away from…whatever this trash is.”

“Maybe later.” You mumble, eyes glued to the screen.

“Yeah.” Ruby mutters.

“Shhh!” Story hisses. “Can’t you see Laura and Nacho are about to…

“Oh, they are more than about to.” You smother an excited giggle. “We’ll be up later guys. Go ahead and start without -

The screen suddenly goes dark, prompting the three of you to whip your heads around in outrage.

Andy crouches down next to you, grasping your chin in his hand. “As much as I hate repeating myself, I will make an exception for my baby. Dinner is here. Now come up and eat. Or do you need help?”

You jerk your chin out of his grip before standing up and heading to the kitchen, ignoring him as you do.

Story goes to brush past her man, only for him to wrap one brawny arm around her waist. “I ordered your favorite baby.” He sighs when she doesn’t respond. “Oh, now don’t pout. You know what it does to me.” Her beast of a man subtly leans down to lick the curve of her cheek.

“You seriously couldn’t have let us finish our movie, Curtis? Is your ego really that fragile?”

He thinks for a moment, lips pursed, his head slowly shaking from side to side.

“Nah. But you were starting to drool just a little. And I see red anytime my woman drools over a man who isn’t me.” Curtis’ growl is damn near lethal.

He holds out his big hand. “Now, come join your man for dinner.”

Dinner, of course, was delicious. The table was practically overflowing with dishes like clam chowder, creamy lobster bisque, crab legs, lobster, grilled shrimp, fried shrimp, roasted salmon, grilled mahi-mahi…

But the company, well, that was altogether something different.

Things weren’t bad, just a little tense.

“Who paid for dinner?” You ask as you take another bite of your delightfully fresh lobster bisque. “Or, I guess, how much was it?”

“Good question, lady! Who do we three need to Venmo?

“I’m pretty sure I have cash…” Ruby murmurs, looking around for her purse.

Andy’s shoulders tense. Ari frowns. And Curtis growls.

“There’s no need. We’ve got it covered.” Ari snaps, a little more forcefully than he intends.

Story makes a beeline for receipt attached to one of the bags. You watch as her eyes go wide. “Holy shit!” She mouths. “We oh ‘em a good $85 a piece girls.

“Don’t you dare.” Ari growls.

“Oh, be quiet.” You growl right back. “We eat, we pay.”

“You know how I feel about reaching into your wallet when you’re with me, princess.” Andy’s tone is filled with warning.

“Y/N is right. We eat, we pay.” Ruby repeats your words, her voice filled with just as much defiance.

Sometimes even the little things were hard with these cromagnon hunks of yours.

“No, Rubeena. And that’s final.”

With a huff, the three of you go back to eating, choosing to ignore your men. Fucking old fashioned assholes.

“So what do you girls want to do tomorrow?” One of them asks, as Andy sets another lobster tail dripping with melted butter on your plate.

You dive in without so much as a thank you.

“You know,” Story speaks up. “I saw a sailboat out there. I was part of a group in college that used to sail all the time, maybe the three of us can do that for a bit.” She pops another bite of grilled shrimp into her mouth.

“Mm, I like that idea. Out on the open water, the wind in our faces. I vote yes.”

Ari, Curtis, and Andy exchange both concerned and disapproving glances with one another. The idea of their girls out on the water on their own…

Let’s just say Andy wasn’t the only one of them having heart palpitations. Why couldn’t their ladies ever come up with any “safe” activities…like crocheting, or scrapbooking, or origami? Shit!

“Oh, and then after, all six of us could go shopping and cook dinner together! Music, dancing, cocktails, yummy food!” You and Ruby high-five and then go back to eating.

You lean over to steal a bite of your boyfriend’s Mahi-Mahi and some of the accompanying mango salsa.

Good mood seemingly restored, you all go back to enjoying your meal. Everything is quiet for a moment, until Curtis speaks up.

“I love the idea of shopping and cooking together. Love it! We all do, right guys?”

They nod enthusiastically.

“In fact, I’m envisioning helping our gorgeous chefs work while they’re wearing nothing but bikinis and sarongs.” Your man hisses through is teeth, while Ari’s look of approval is very, very evident.

“But no to the sailing. We don’t want you girls out on open water in a boat that we’re not sure you even know how to navigate.”

“Excuse me!?” Story rises in an agitated huff. “I know what I’m doing

“Sprite, sit down and listen please.” Ari warns, as one thick arm goes to rest behind his head.

“No, Ari. I am perfectly capable of safely sailing that boat. And if that’s what we want to do, then that’s what we’re gonna do.”

“Sit down, please. Or do you need to come eat with me?” He quirks one tawny brow at her as he pats his lap.

“Argh!” She sits back down in a huff and pushes her plate away.

Silence once again fills the room.

“Alright ladies. Let’s compromise here.” Andy interjects, trying to be the voice of reason. “The boys and I will go golfing tomorrow morning, while you ladies take it easy here. Grab your kindles, lay out and enjoy the sun. Maybe send us a couple pictures of you in your bikinis if you think about it.” He winks then.

“And then when we come back, we’ll go out to lunch. Have some cocktails. And then go shopping. Sound good?

“It’s fine.”

“Whatever.”

“I really don’t give a shit.”

You and Ruby push your plates away and rise from the table. “Thanks for dinner guys. Hope you don’t mind cleaning up while we girls go watch the sunset.”

It really was beautiful, watching the sun fade away, only to be replaced by the moon. Such a serene, cosmic shift.

“I love him you know.” You turn to look it Story. “My beast is sweet and wonderful. He dotes on me all the time…but he’s just so goddamned over protective.”

“Like, I can be somewhere doing whatever I want and he just picks me up and moves me like it’s nothing. He actually gets mad when I climb the countertops instead of calling for him first.” A smile smile graces her lips.

You nod. “But that’s how some Daddies are, I guess. I mean, I’m not an expert by any means. I wasn’t even looking for - for this. Andy is my everything, but sometimes I feel smothered by the big oaf. If I say “no” to something, I somehow end up hoisted over his shoulder doing it anyway.

Ruby is quiet for a moment. “Curtis is just so dominant. At first it was just in the bedroom, and now it’s become a part of our every day lives. Sometimes it turns me on, and other times it makes me want to punch him in the windpipe…” She trails off.

“…So you brat.” You finish for her. “You act up. Act out.”

“To show them that they don’t have all of the control.” Story mumbles.

“We all do it. Because it’s necessary. Plus, we deserve to have fun too. So the bastards said no sailing? Okay, fine. But ladies…” You motion for them to come close.

“They didn’t say anything about the jet skis.”

You all return to watch what was left of the sunset, three evil smiles gracing your lips.

The next morning you make sure to be as loving and affectionate with your man as possible. You ride his hard, fat cock as if your life depends on it.

“Come on baby, give it to me!” You hiss when his fingers dig into your hips.

“Cum for me, Daddy! Please!” You lean down so can accept a needy tit into his waiting mouth.

“Fill me up!” You beg. “Ungh ungh ungh! Wanna feel you dripping out of me all day, reminding me that I’m yours!

That’s all it takes for your man to explode inside you, forcing you to follow suit. Your greedy walls gripping him over and over, milking him for every drop of his hot, wet seed.

When you’re through, you roll over on your back and pat his chest.

“Have a good game, sweetheart.”

The men are off and out around 8:30am after a light breakfast of bagels and fruit. You and the girls clean up and then prepare to go shower and change.

“You seem to be in a good mood, Ruby.” You narrow your eyes at her.

“Let’s just say that my husband has a wicked tongue and decided to use it on me last night. Three goddamned times.” She blushes.

“So that was you we heard last night? Woah.” Story giggles.

“Shut up! Miss “oh that’s right you big beast! Oh eat me up!”

Story pinches her lips and goes back to putting leftover fruit in the fridge. You, on the other hand, try to hold back a snicker and fail, prompting both women to turn on you.

“Cum for me, Daddy! Please!” Ruby mimics.

“Fill me up!” Your friend, Story, mocks.

Now you’re the one blushing. “Okay, fine. Now that we’ve established this place has thin walls, can we get changed and play with the jet skis already?"

Once you’re outside, you check your water proof watches. You had a couple hours of fun ahead of you until the boys returned. As long as you timed things right, none of them would ever know about your shenanigans. Story, your master of all things aquatic, makes a point of checking out each machine.

“We’re all good. Everyone got their life jackets buckled? Good. Now let’s get these babies into the water. Uh, you’ve both ridden before right?”

You nod. It had been a while, but whatever.

“Once.” Ruby responds.

“Okay, well just stay close to me.”

You three push the skis until you’re knee deep in the water before climbing on. Story does a quick demo, showing you how to start the machine, gun the engine, take off, brake, and stop.

After that, you were off!

You took your time at first, but you grew more comfortable with each passing moment, as did Ruby.

“Woooo!” You cry out as you do a figure eight with Story. You increase your speed, loving the feel of spray as it hits your warm skin.

You and your girls, who were quickly becoming your best friends, we’re having the time of your lives!

Ruby reaches out to hi-five you as you pass each other again.

You all take turns racing each other, doing crazy spins. At one point or another, each one of you manages to fall off of your ride. And all you do is laugh and help each other back up.

See, this is kind of shit you’d love to do with your men if they weren’t so curmudgeonly. Handsome grumpy gooses.

When the boys finally arrive home, they’re excited to see you girls, albeit a little bummed that none of them had received any bikini pics. Leaving their golf bags in the garage, they enter the house and begin searching for their respective ladies.

Surprised to find that the house is quiet, they stroll outside, expecting to find you lounging by the pool. But they’re not there.

“Maybe their downstairs watching that 365 porno bullshit.” Andy shrugs.

“Or they could be in the library.” Curtis rubs his grizzled chin.

Ari takes a series of steps forward, his gaze trained on the scene before him.

“What is it, man?”

“They’re not watching a movie, in fact they’re not in the house at all.” He turns to face the other men. “Our little brats are out on the goddamned lake.”

You, Ruby, and Story meet in the middle of the lake and pause your engines.

“This was the best fucking idea ever!” Ruby exclaims. “Fuck our men. If they don’t wanna have fun then we’ll do it without them!"

“Hell yeah!” Story cheers.

You were just about to join the celebration when you hear the sound of faint yelling. Immediately the three of you begin looking around, trying to find the source.

And that’s when you make out the forms of three men, yelling and waving their arms.

Your men.

“Well, ladies. It was fun while it lasted.” You murmur, suddenly feeling sad.

“Yeah.”

“Yes, it was. How about one more lap?” Her eyes glinting mischievously.

“I mean, why not? We’re already in trouble.”

So, off you go. One last lap. Making sure to wave at your irate men as you do.

“Turn around and get your ass back here, Ruby!”

“Story! I swear Daddy is gonna bruise that butt!

“Y/N - I’m gonna set that bottom on fire, I swear it!

You three laugh harder. When it’s finally over, you walk the jet skis back towards land. They are immediately wrenched out of your hands so your men can put them up. Leaving you all with time to run up to the house.

Towels wrapped around yourselves, you wander into the kitchen and each grab a bottle of water.

Curtis, Ari, and Andy burst into the house a few minutes later. Their chests heaving, faces red.

They are livid.

“Hi big guys, how was your game? Did you get a hole-in-one?” You take a sip of your water.

Ari lets out a deep growl. “I thought we said no going near the lake.”

“No.” Ruby points out. “You said we couldn’t use the sail boat. You said nothing about the jet skis.” She and the rest of you can’t help but puff at your chests out a little.

“Ruby?” Story asks. “Why is your husband’s face turning so many pretty colors? And also...Andy doesn’t look like he’s breathing.”

Sure enough, he did not.

“Baby, you okay?”

You pale as you watch his hands go to his belt buckle.

“Okay, uh uh. Ruby is right here. You said nothing about the jet skis, so technically we are in the clear."

“Yeah? Let’s see if all your “technicalities” manage to save your sweet little ass."

“Ari, you know we’re right. You told me that I wasn’t allowed to sail. And I didn’t. So how about you guys pull your heads out of your asses and acknowledge the fact that we followed your directions, just maybe not the way you envisioned it.”

The man in question strides forward, throws her over his shoulder and takes her outside. “I’ll teach you to twist my words, fucking brat.” After slamming the door behind him, it’s not long before you hear the sound of pained wails and cries.

Andy takes that moment to bend you over the counter, his belt doubled in his hand.

And then you watch as Curtis carts a furiously flailing Ruby into another room. “Let me go, you ass!” She keeps struggling. “Daddy promises he’s gonna get your little rebellious streak under control, damn it.”

“Baby…” You breathe out.

“Honey, your Daddy is going to teach you all about how he feels about technicalities. And I’m going to use my belt to make you listen.”

Andy delivers a hard swat right at the spot where your ass and thighs meet, making you squeal.

Slap!

“You knew you weren’t supposed to go anywhere near the lake without me.”

“Ack! Oww!

Slap!

“Ahh! Oww oww!”

“You know better than to argue with Daddy when it comes to your safety.”

Slap! Slap! Slap!

“Aaahaaahaa! Ahhhh! Daddy! Please no.”

“Slap!”

“Gotta get you and your brat to open up your listening ears.” He growls.

Slap!

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judgementdaysunshine · 10 months

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Can you write Chyna and fem!reader taking care of young dom dom please wifeyyyyyy <333333333333

AAAH OFC ANYTHING FOR YOU MY WIFEEEE 🥺

Aunt's week

Pairing: Chyna x Fem reader

Description: Rey and Angie are stressed so you and your fiancee agree to keep their son Dom while they are out of town

Chyna smiles at you playing with Dominik as she talks with Rey and Angie, "God I don't know hon, I would leave him with Eddie but he's got training and matches" she hears the stress in his voice as she listens before jumping in. "What if we kept him while you guys are gone?" they both turn and look at chyna then you in the pool with dom on your shoulders "You guys would?" she shakes her head as angie gets up "Of course, your family" angie hugs her as you walk up with a giggling dom who reaches for rey, rey hugs her then takes dom as you all walk inside "What's going on?" you knew of your friends heading out of town but you thought either dom would be with them or eddie, surprised when she tells you that he will be staying with the two of you after you guys leave and head back home. You get the house ready together as the days count down, feeling excited to get extra time to spend with him especially just the two of you knowing how much he loved both of you always hearing from rey, eddie, and other wrestlers who spent time with and around him knowing who he was talking sweetly and affectionately about when he would say his aunties, Tia Y/n and tia chyna, and his two moms other than his own mom of course which made the two of you melt when eddie told you he called the two of you the last name to him backstage during one of your matches with chyna ringside while dom and eddie watched backstage, hearing his cheers after you won against Trish Stratus and hugging him before taking him to watch his dad's match. You smile seeing dom in chyna's arms "Are you excited to be here?" he nods and cheers which makes you all laugh as he gives his parents hugs and byes, both of you giving them hugs before they leave, you grab dom's hand and lead him to the tire swing and stand beside him as he laughs and swings under the tree while chyna does things around the house, you and dom go inside and play video games in the living room on your playstation which he loved, you laugh as you watch him play Spyro and then Spiderman, you all have lunch together and watch tv until you all went to bed with him being in the middle while both of you were on each side, you wake up that morning to the smell of food from downstairs, you look to see your the only one in bed as you stretch and open your eyes, walking downstairs hearing giggling stopping right behind the corner as you see dom and chyna making breakfast feeling your soul fill with love at the sight. You walk up as they put a plate down, placing a kiss on her cheek and rubbing the top of his head as you grab and place another plate down next to yours and placing dom next to you as chyna sits on the other side of you and eating, you all go to the park as you both send pictures of the three of you to his parents throughout the day who smile at the pictures, you all go back to the house and give him a bath followed by you and him dancing while chyna went out to the store, she comes back and puts groceries away not seeing either of you in the living room or the yard, she goes upstairs to change quickly grabbing her phone when she sees you asleep in bed with him in your arms laying on your chest. He became attached at the hip with both of you and by the end of the week, all of you were a bit bummed as you get him ready and wait until rey and angie walk in knowing that you all had a wonderful time as you all have your byes smiling big when he gives each of your cheek kisses, the next time they had to go out of town three months later and needed someone to watch him not only did he jump and say he wanted to stay with you guys again but you both immediately agreed and the three of you enjoyed another amazing time together.

#wwe chyna #wwe x reader #chyna #wwe chyna x reader #wwe #chyna x reader

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sapphirefallschronicles · 1 year

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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ Welcome to Sapphire Falls - chapter 2 ❜┊˚̥۪͙۪◌

Basketballer!Chris Evans x Abigail Syverson (plus size!ofc) & Farmer!Syverson x Livia Darmandi (Asian ofc)

Summary: Chris and Sy couldn't be more different. Chris Evans living a life of fame and fortune, Sy is still living in the tranquility that is Sapphire Falls.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: None

The Advent Calendar (a.k.a. the masterlist)

I’ve been brutally kicked off cloud nine in a span of a few weeks. It all started with my injury, then my fiancée broke off our engagement and now I’m sitting in my mansion, all by myself, while Christmas is coming up.

On a scale of one to ten, how damn depressing does it need to be?

I’ve had it all for so long. I worked my ass off to get where I am. I missed out parts of my youth, my adolescence, to reach where I am now. Only to be benched due to that injury, then to be single again and now there is a chance of me spending December—the most romantic and wonderful time of the year—alone.

When I twisted my knee I figured it would just need a little rest. I would have never imagined for it to be this bad. The doctors told me I needed to take this injury and recovery seriously, or else I would never play a game ever again. But I didn’t know what hurt more: my knee injury of Bethany breaking off our engagement, because we actually spent some time together.

I look out of the window, witnessing the beautiful city of Chicago preparing itself for the holidays. Thanksgiving is over, meaning we get to look out for Christmas. I was ready to spend Christmas with Bethany, but my only option right now is to spend it alone. Going to Bethany’s parents’ house for the holidays would be a little pathetic. While I wouldn’t mind seeing her parents again, the thought of seeing her made me angry.

We met at a party one of my teammates threw after we won the state championship. She was fun, exciting, and she knew exactly what she wanted. Shame I didn’t realize she just wanted to be seen with me, to gain a little fame herself. The fact I only realized that when I got injured and we actually started to talk, said enough about our relationship. I wasn’t really mad at her, I was mad at myself for staying with her, while deep down knowing we didn’t have anything in common.

Maybe it was time for me to go home, to go back to the person I used to be. The person I actually want to be. I don’t necessarily remember the last time I went back to Sapphire Falls. It is the place where my roots are, where basketball began for me. I remember Bernie Syverson teaching me the basics of basketball, realizing how much potential I had and he was there for every game.

But he died before my basketball career took off. When I left Sapphire Falls, I barely looked back. I was invited for Dottie Syverson’s funeral, but due to my tight schedule, I was unable to go.

With pops and ma Syverson not being around anymore, I felt like going back for the infamous Syverson twins was out of the question. Despite promising we would be friends forever, I knew that eventually, we would grow apart and the first one to detach from our little clan would be me. With the future I had, I was destined to lose touch with them.

Sometimes I wonder how they are. Whether or not Syverson still is brutally strong like he was back in the days. If Livia visits her hometown, because judging from her Instagram she lives and loves her life in NYC.

But I mainly wonder about Abigail. How she’s doing.

It’s been a long time since I spoke to her and in all honesty: I have never forgotten about her. We’ve always had a strange friendship. Unlike Sy and Livia, who had a clear connection, a magnificent click, obvious to the rest of the world.

Not Abigail and I. There was something, I always loved being around her and I know that it was mutual, but there were unspoken things between us.

The longer I sit here, the more depressed I become. What if I spend Christmas in Sapphire Falls?

It had been a few years since Livia Darmandi left Sapphire Falls and moved away for college. Eleven to be exact. But in those eleven years, she still has a permanent spot in my heart, despite the fact I haven’t seen her since she left.

I sit in the truck, staring at the grocery store where we spent a lot of time together when we were still in high school. She often went with me when I was sent out to do groceries for my parents and since she spent a lot of time at the Honey Bee Ranch anyways, she joined me. It was nice to not be alone. To do boring chores with someone as sweet as her.

But there had never been someone like her ever again.

Grocery shopping was never that much fun after she left. I don’t want to wander too long in the past, but I have always missed her, sometimes even more so than other days. I always hoped she would one day return, but she didn’t.

I get it of course. While Sapphire Falls is my home, the safest place on earth, this place has caused her a lot of pain and sorrow. Racism, not a loving and supportive home situation.

Maybe she just didn’t want to come back.

We were a close group of friends, the four of us, but I was always more drawn to Livia. Don’t know exactly why, but maybe it was because she was just my polar opposite. Sweet, kind, tiny and loving. All the things I’m not.

I get out of the truck, before I walk into the store for the necessary stuff. Perks of living in a small town: everything has memories attached to it and it’s nice to revisit every now and then. The biggest downside: I know everyone.

Sometimes I think I can just permanently hold up my hand, because every time I go into another aisle, there’s someone else who wants to say their hello’s.

‘There he is,’ I hear some of the gossipy older ladies in town say, ‘our handsome Syverson.’

This is what I hate. I don’t want to talk to them about this. They all have granddaughters—all ladies who I know—and sometimes I wonder whether or not people are putting in bets on when I’m finally gonna settle down. It’s all people here truly care about. But in reality, I don’t want to settle down for someone who I can never love as dearly as I can love Livia.

Back in high school, she knew how much she meant to me, but she never knew how much I loved her. She always held a distance between us, not wanting to be more than friends.

But was there a chance of us being more than friends? The kisses we shared did indicate there must’ve been a chance–prom night for that matter–however she never indulged. And she was very clear.

Just friends. Nothing more, Sy.

So, I respected that, but sometimes I regret letting her go. I know that she is living her dream life in New York. She always wanted to be an author and now she has become one.

I mutter out a soft and low ‘hi’ to the women, before I continue on to walk towards the registers. On auto pilot I pay and pack all the stuff I need and go back to my truck.

The door closes behind me and I let out a deep sigh. It’s times like this where I miss my parents. When my father died in high school, I lost my role model. When my mom died a few years back, I lost the woman I loved the most, the person who made me smile and happy.

But when I lost my dad, me and my sister had Chris en Livia around us. When we lost our mom, Abigail and I only had each other.

Despite all the pain I experienced, I still love the ranch with all my heart. Honey Bee Ranch had been my place, my safe haven and it got me through all the difficult moments.

And that’s why I stay there. Why I know my forever home will be here in Sapphire Falls.

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#Welcome to Sapphire Falls #Welcome to Sapphire Falls Masterlist #diegos-butt & keanureevesisbae advent calender #Chris Evans #Henry Cavill #Syverson #Basketballer!Chris Evans #Farmer!Syverson #Plus size!ofc #Asian!ofc #chris evans x plus size ofc #henry cavill x asian ofc #chris evans x ofc #henry cavill x ofc

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angelst4re · 2 years

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hii, how are you?? can u pls write a long shot super fluffy where y/n has daddy issues and jamie is her best friend. y/n has a really bad fight with her father so she goes to jamie’s house crying in the middle of the night and ofc jamie gets really worried and comforts her into saying whatever it is that made her feel that way.. after she explains what happens they lay down together on the sofa with a bunch of blankets and pillows and jamie cuddles her from behind and they watch movies all night while jamie whispers to her that it’s gonna be ok? and then they share a kiss? 🥹 thanks a lot!!

hi love!! i'm great, i hope you are too!! ugh i love these kind of fics, they heal my daddy issues <3

Daddy Issues- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

summary: after a fight with your father, you run to only source of comfort <3

warnings: so much fluff! but it also gets quite deep, tw for abusive parents, mention of suicide

note: i'm so sorry i haven't posted as much as i usually do, life has just been so chaotic lately, i've barely had a moment to myself! (and when i did i spent it reading peter/001 fics on ao3, i'm planning on writing my own one soon!)

Your hair stuck to your forehead, your mascara had run down your face causing dark circles around your eyes. Your ice cold hands shook as you knocked on the door, before pulling them back into the sleeves of your hoodie, trying to keep the slightest warmth in your body. You tried not to think about what had just happened, as it only brought more tears to your eyes. All you needed to think about was Jamie, how all you want to do is cry into his shoulder as he comforts you.

“I don’t fucking care! I want you out of my sight!” He yelled, stepping closer to you. You try to back away, but that only leaves you cornered, your side pressed against the door. Your hands fumble with the lock, trying to open it so you can leave, so you can run, so you would be free. At least for now.

“Oh, love,” Jamie frowns, instantly guiding you in your zoned out state into his house as you shiver from the cold. You had just walked 15 minutes in the heavy rain to get here, potentially risking your life as you looked at the clock he had hung by the stairs. 11:50pm. “What happened? Why are you-”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you sniffle, pulling your soaked hood from your head, “at least not yet. I just needed to see you.”

“That’s okay, darling. We should get you changed into some dry clothes though before anything, I don’t want you getting ill.” He says, wiping the tears from your cheek, leaving his thumb stained from your mascara.

You slip your shoes off and follow him up the stairs to his bedroom. You sit down on the end of his bed as he pulls out a white hoodie from his wardrobe, one you had stolen from him previously. He also pulls out a pair of shorts you had left behind after a sleepover. He passes them to you, along with a towel, and you head to the bathroom. You peel the wet clothes from your body, leaving you in just your bra and underwear, which were both dry thankfully. You dry your damp arms, legs and torso with the towel before slipping his hoodie over your head, smiling as you realise it smelt like your best friend. You then pull the shorts on before washing your face, leaving no traces of mascara but instead revealing your puffy, red eyes. Finally, you brush through your hair before picking up your wet clothes and returning to the bedroom.

“I’ll get these washed and dried for you before you go back-”

“No!” You panicked, “I can’t go back, Jamie, not tonight…”

He furrowed his eyebrows, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“What happened?” He asks once more, this time a lot more demanding than the last.

“My dad and I got into an argument,” you sigh, “and… well, it ended pretty badly. I don’t want to go back, not tonight. I left the house with nothing, not even my phone or keys, and I didn’t know where to go. So I came here.” You feel your eyes gloss with tears as you speak, but it was only after you had finished when they had escaped the barriers of your waterline.

Jamie pulled you to his chest as you cried, his hands rubbing your back comfortingly as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

“I’m so sorry, love,” he whispered, “you can stay here if you want? I’ll drive you home so you can get some things, I’ll even come in with you if you want?”

You shook your head. You could not go back, not tonight. With your face still buried in Jamie’s chest.

“I want to stay with you,” you spoke into his t-shirt, “but I can’t go back.”

“That’s okay, that’s fine, darling. You’re always welcome here, you know that, right?” He says with a smile, you pull away from his chest and give him your best attempt of a smile back. “How about we take the pillows and the blankets downstairs, lay on the sofa and watch some movies? How does that sound?”

“Sounds great.” You say with a sniffle, your voice rather hoarse from the crying.

Jamie puts his thumbs up before lying back and reaching his arms out to snatch the pillows from his bed. There were four in total, so he handed two to you and kept two for himself.

“Go down and get comfy, love. I’ll be there with the blankets in a minute.”

Right now, all you needed was comfort and reassurance, along with a healthy way to express your emotions. Jamie offered all three of these and more. Right now, he was lying behind you with his arms wrapped around you, as if he was protecting you, keeping you safe. Your back was pressed against his chest, yet you wanted to be closer. You craved physical touch. You didn’t want him to ever let go. The warmth of his body behind yours allowed you to relax, you even began to feel sleepy as he would occasionally stroke your hair or run his hand up and down your arm. But right now he held your hand, rubbing his thumb over the skin of your knuckles as you had begun to sob softly into the pillow again, your fathers words lingering in your mind.

“Shhh, hey, it’s okay,” Jamie soothed you, bringing your hand to his mouth and placing a delicate kiss to the back of it, “darling, I’m here, you’re with me, you’re safe, okay? It’s going to be okay, I promise.”

Jamie knew about your father and his ways. Having physically abused your mother, causing her to take her life while you were still so young, hoping you’d be placed in the care of your grandparents- but that wasn’t the case. You were left with him. And although he had never hurt you physically, he made up for it mentally and emotionally. The two of you would always argue, though you wished you wouldn’t, but this time felt different, you felt genuinely scared. Leaving you to run into the arms of your only comfort. Jamie.

Jamie was the only man in your life you could genuinely trust to not hurt you. He had been with you through your highest and your lowest, quite literally, and the two of you held no secrets. You had no reason to. You trusted him, and no one else.

“I thought he was going to hurt me,” you whisper, turning to face Jamie, “I was so scared.”

He pulled you even closer again, readjusting the blanket as his hands moved to hold you by your back, rubbing soothingly as his chin rested on your forehead, allowing you to cry into your shoulder.

“I won’t let him lay a single finger on you, okay? Tomorrow you’re packing your bags and you’re moving into my spare room. He goes to work at 9, right? We’ll be there and gone in less than an hour. I can’t keep seeing you like this, it breaks my heart, darling. You don’t deserve this, you’ve done nothing wrong.”

His words only set you off again, feeling loved felt so unfamiliar, you felt for a moment that he was doing this- saying this- because he felt bad for you, but you knew that’s only because that’s what you were made to believe. You had been told your entire life how worthless you are, how nobody cared about you, but that wasn’t true. It couldn’t be further from the truth.

“Look at me, y/n,” Jamie whispered, putting his thumb under your chin, “it’s going to be okay.” He says, looking into your eyes with such belief, he told you as if he knew, as if he had already seen.

His finger under your chin slowly moved so he could cup your cheek, stroking your skin with his thumb.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you look better than me in that hoodie.” He chuckled, leaving you with a smile on your face.

“I don’t believe that.”

“Well, you should. You’re beautiful, y/n. I need you to realise that.”

You couldn’t help but blush at these words. He had obviously told you this many times before, but this time something felt different. Your belly felt warm as your breath began to get heavier, he seemed to have felt this too as he heard him swallow hard. Then you began to inch your face closer to his, and he didn’t stop you, instead he leaned closer to you too, causing you to meet in the middle as his lips pressed against yours, leaving a gentle, soft kiss. Your eyes had fell shut, partly due to tiredness, partly the overwhelming feeling his lips had given you, and when they reopened you were met with a smiley Jamie.

“We should probably get some rest, sweetheart.” He says, his hand coming up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Can I sleep in your room tonight? I just don’t want to be alone…” You admit, snuggling your face back into his shoulder, hiding your face in embarrassment.

“Of course, darling,” he says, his hands holding you close against him again, “of course.”

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#jamie bower x reader #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #jamie campbell bower x reader #jcb #vecnussy #x reader

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16woodsequ · 2 months

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hi! I’ve been considering attending university in Japan because I’m a Canadian studying at an international school in the Philippines. I know you spent some years in Japan and I was wondering what you could tell me about your experience there? Without too much detail ofc, just what you’re comfortable sharing. 🩷

btw I’ve been reading and rlly like your Apple, Honey and Lavender series. your storytelling is sooo good

Hi! What an interesting question! I did spend some time in Japan, but it was actually only three months, while I was in high school, so my experience might not be as helpful for you as you would like.

But I can give you some thoughts!

Coming to Japan from Canada, one of my favourite things was the train and subway. I come from a city without a robust system like that, and in Japan I took the train or subway every day. In the mornings the train was pretty full, and I learned to go to where the front of the train would stop, since I found there was slightly less people lined up there. My balance is pretty bad, so my everyday goal was to get deep enough into the train where I could hold onto something. The trains were be so full that if you didn't do that you would just be standing in a group of people, trying to keep your balance without falling on anyone. Also, everyone keeps their bags between their legs to keep them out of the way, so I got very good at slipping it off smoothly as I got on.

As a high school student I went to a school with an language program, so all the kids I was in class with spoke English. Still, I had studied Japanese enough to be able to understand basic common phases, and recognise if I was on the wrong train! Which did happen once, but thankfully I noticed!

I had two host families, for a month and a half each, so I got a diverse experience that way. One lived in an apartment close enough to the school that we walked, and one lived in a house farther away so that we took a train for an hour before school.

I already knew a lot about Japanese culture before going, and that helped a lot. My family had hosted Japanese students growing up, so I understood many of the customs. Gift giving is a large part of the culture. I brought gifts for both my host families and brought maple candies to school to share.

In my experience, Japanese people are very generous. The fact that I was a child under their care probably influenced this, but my host parents both bought me socks when they saw mine had holes (it took till the second time this happened for me to realise what was happening) and my first host mother bought be a kimono as a surprise when I'd expressed how pretty they were on a trip, and my second host mother bought me shoes when she saw mine were wearing out. She also bought me underwear because she did the laundry and mine were worn! Which I wasn't expecting at all, but I think it goes to show how much they treated me like their own daughter while I was there. I don't know what the experience would be like as an adult living independently, but I do think it's a cultural thing to keep in mind.

Of course, I didn't experience adult Japanese culture. From what I know there's a lot of expected socialization after work, like going to bars and karaoke. Hanging out with your coworkers is really important culturally.

Another cultural experience I got to have was public baths. I went to two public baths. One was a school weekend trip that had a public bath for the students. At the time I wasn't as familiar with public bath rules, so I went into the water with my washcloth, but that is not how it's done. When using public baths you keep you cloth or towel out of the water, often folded on your head. If you cloth falls into the water, you wring it out outside of the bath. I think this is for cleanliness purposes.

The second bath I went to was an onsen with my host family. By then I had looked up social conduct, so I knew what was expected. As a Canadian I wasn't used to public nudity, but I was eager to experience different things, so I was willing to go. I very quickly became comfortable in the baths. It's divided by gender and with anybody naked, you kind of forget about it after a while. Overall it was a good experience.

Another major difference for me, which probably isn't the case for you since you live in the Philippians right now, was the rain! It rained so much and so long! Very different from where I grew up. I always had an umbrella in my backpack. I lived in Sapporo, and everyone told me they didn't get that much rain, which I didn't understand at all until I saw the news about cities further south getting literally flooded from rain!

Other random differences, Japanese street signs are different. That probably feels obvious, but it took me almost three months to realise that the speed signs were entirely different than what I was expecting.

Students at school would talk to me just because I spoke English. I don't know if this would happen as university, but I had a boy come up and say 'hi' to me every day, and pretty much nothing else!

Oh! Major thing I didn't expect in Japan: public wi-fi is not really a thing. Even in the airport I landed in, there were only certain wi-fi spots in the airport that had wi-fi, not the whole airport. At the time I didn't have data, so I really noticed the lack of public wi-fi. Some people would carry around person wi-fi devices but I ended up not using my phone much outside of home because there was no wi-fi elsewhere.

Another thing to know, that maybe you do already, is deodorant is not as common in Asian countries. I just brought my own from Canada but that might be something to look into.

My favourite Japanese candy: Mistuya Cinder. I love it and I can't find it in Canada! I only tried the pop once, and I wish I'd tried it more. Convenience stores were very fun for me because I got to try cool snacks and candies. I also made it a goal to visit different vending machines. I tried a lot of different juices and pops since they have many different flavours we don't have in Canada.

Anyways, I don't know if I gave you anything that you were looking for, but I did enjoy reminiscing for a while! And I'm glad you're enjoying the Apple Honey and Lavender series! Thanks for the ask!

#asks #japan #japanese exchange #japanese culture

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friendlyfaded · 2 years

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This is far from my best work, but it’s my birthday today so I wanted to write smth related to that (and ofc it’s Sam/Darlin’ because im love them)

My gift to myself this year is ignoring the looming threat of Quinn returning

Birthdays weren’t something Darlin’ ever really thought about. It’s not that they had some bad memory revolving around a birthday or whatever. They had just never had any reason to celebrate. Their parents hadn’t cared, and they themselves had never really celebrated before, so they saw no reason to change that as they got older. Birthdays just meant they were one year older. The day didn’t hold much significance for them beyond that.

That’s why they were so blindsided when Sam asked what they wanted to do for their birthday.

To be completely honest, Darlin’ hadn’t even realized their birthday was coming up. They didn’t remember even telling Sam when it was. Obviously, they knew when his birthday was, and they had tried to make the day special for him, but he didn’t need to do anything for theirs. They hadn’t expected him to do anything.

“I don’t know,” they had said. “I hadn’t thought about it.”

“Well, if you come up with somethin’, tell me, okay?” Sam took their hand in his, squeezing it gently. “My mate deserves a happy birthday.”

They didn’t know how to tell Sam that they had never really done birthdays. They had no idea what they were supposed to want to do. No one had ever really asked before.

This wasn’t the kind of thing they would usually give much thought, but Sam had asked them to consider it. If Sam asked, they’d give him the universe. So, they thought about it. They spent a while thinking about it, filled the boring hours of escort security work thinking about it. Nothing was coming to mind. Most things they did come up with were mentally rejected for one reason or another. They didn’t want to do anything big, or really, anything involving anyone other than Sam and them. They didn’t want to go anywhere. They would be most comfortable at either their apartment or Sam’s house, where they felt most safe and protected. They generally preferred brownies to cake, if they even ate anything sweet in the first place, and if they wanted items, they generally just bought them, so there was nothing they wanted in that regard, either.

After hours of consideration, they eventually did end up figuring out what they wanted to do, but they worried Sam wouldn’t like it. Sometimes, they would say or do things, and Sam would get this… look on his face. Like, the time they had mentioned their parents leaving Dahlia without them when explaining that they didn’t have biological family in town, Sam had seemed upset. Not at them, he had assured them, but for them. Darlin’ found that was almost as bad as them making him sad themself. They didn’t want their lackluster, unremarkable birthday plans to elicit that kind of reaction from him. Still, he had asked what they wanted, and they’d be damned if they ever lied to their mate.

That evening, when Darlin’ got back from work, they had approached Sam in the kitchen, looping their arms around his waist and kissing his shoulder as he stirred a pan of something that smelled amazing.

“Welcome home, Darlin’,” Sam chuckled, leaning back into their hold. “How was work?”

“Uneventful. I thought about your question.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm. I want to spend the day with you. Just us. We can sleep in, maybe watch a few movies, ignore a couple others. Would that be… okay?” Sam set his spoon down, turning to face the shifter and reaching up to cup their face in his hand.

“Darlin’, if that’s what you want, I’m more than happy to oblige. I’d love to spend the day with you.” Darlin’ smiled, leaning down a bit to press a gentle kiss to Sam’s lips.

“You’re too sweet to me,” they murmured, burying their face in his shoulder. Sam rubbed their back, resting his cheek against their head.

“You deserve a little sweetness in your life, my love.”

Maybe they didn’t do birthdays, they thought, but they would always be happy for an excuse to spend a day with their amazing mate.

#redacted asmr #redacted fanfic #redacted sam #redacted darlin

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moonlayl · 2 years

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Thing is: ms marvel has a lot of cool ideas and a story with a lot of potential.

And, when it comes to including culture, based on what Pakistani fans have been saying, the creators do a really good job, and it is SO good that the show brought attention to the partition and the role the British played in it. And so many things, like the wedding scene, the inclusion of Eid, and the mosque scenes, were so amazing to watch!

But, aside from those few really good things, the show is a mess. The pacing is off. The characters don’t feel real at all. “well they’re fiction! Ofc they’re not real” yeah but everything is off. Sure it’s fiction, but I’m still supposed to get the impression that these characters are ACTUALLY going through whatever it is they’re going through. Except it doesn’t feel like that at all. These characters all seem dead inside.

Anything happens, and every reaction lacks emotional depth. Waleed is literally murdered and Kamala’s tone makes it sound like she’s just upset that she got a question wrong on a test, or something.

Najma literally murders Aisha in cold blood and abandons her own child, and has no problem attempting to murder a bunch of minors, yet two words from Kamala (that were said without any proper emotional expressions or tone) suddenly makes her go “okay, I’ll sacrifice myself to close the rift” like, what?

Kamala has spent the entire show dragging every word she says, and never having any appropriate responses to anything. I know it’s due to the fact that Iman is inexperienced and new to acting, but it doesn’t make it any less irritating. She does not sound like an actual human being going through insane crap and discovering more and more new world shattering information each episode. It feels like I’m watching a middle school play, in terms of Iman’s acting. Which, is understandable, given Iman’s age, except it’s not just one or two scenes. It’s every scene she’s in and it’s just…annoying after a while.

And her mother, Muneeba? Like sorry, most people aren’t that passive when they think their daughter literally ruined a wedding! Or snuck out of the house and lied for several hours. Or has freaking superpowers and is surrounded by unconscious bodies (and I’m pretty sure also corpses?)

And then we get Kamran, who was willing to go against his family for Kamala literally like a week after meeting Kamala, and he somehow already likes her. Sure, if his mom is completely in the wrong it can happen, but the pacing for that was too weird. Even, Najma. She finds out Kamala just wants a little bit of time, and decides she’s not okay with that and is down for murder 4 seconds later? After a morning of being patient? And Kamran never noticed anything off about his mother in all his years? A woman who can change her mind THAT quickly and be two faced couldn’t have hidden it from her own son for 17 years!

And Kareem! They massacred my boy. He and Kamala did not have nearly enough time to form a bond. He was practically emotionless over Waleed’s death. Kamala asks him if he’s going to be okay, almost as an afterthought.

“Oh by the way, your parental figure WAS just murdered 30 minutes ago…you good?”

Kareem says “he [Waleed] would’ve been proud of you” THE GUY KNEW HER ALL OF 2 SECONDS. COME ON!!

There was too much going on and they tried to shove too much of different parts from the comics (while ignoring the actual context of those storylines) in this 6 episode show, while not giving ANYTHING appropriate screentime.

They also tried hard to connect everything through the bangle and the clandestines, except the writing felt weak. It feels like the main plot was just rushed, because wholesome moments and culture was prioritized (which wouldn’t have been a problem at all, it’s actually a really good thing, if this wasn’t an origin story, AND if the pacing was any good AND if everything connected without feeling like a giant nonsensical mess)

I love the show for the representation (even if I have a LOT of criticism, like how they erased Muneeba being a hijabi, messed up Nakia, even made her half white IN THE SHOW) and I’m definitely rewatching all those scenes about Pakistan and the wedding (and reblogging gifs!!!) but ASIDE from representation, the plot is not strong, it’s too messy, it’s doesn’t feel like the characters have good motives, or even emotions…

And I KNOW people are going to say “well you CAN form a bond with someone over a short period of time” or “some people ARE passive in real life”

But see the thing is, while those two statements are true, it’s only no longer irritating to watch if it’s written in a way that makes sense. If it’s well done. But thats not the case! Her scenes with ANY character are weird. It doesn’t feel like they know each other, or actually care, or are close.

And the “passiveness” is just bad acting. Call it what it is. You can absolutely love a show without defending its super obvious flaws.

I also know people are going to point out the target audience, except what IS the target audience? Because if the answer isn’t “actual ten year olds” than everything I’ve said is valid. My twelve year old female cousin who I made sure not to say anything critical to, as she watched, came up to me and literally asked “why are they talking like that? It all feels fake. Why isn’t she reacting?”

I watched turning red, and absolutely loved it, despite the target audience being for younger girls. But it worked. The plot was good. The reactions and emotions were good. It wasn’t rushed. I loved the “cringe”. I welcomed it with open arms. But it wasn’t done well in the Ms. Marvel show.

This show had such great potential, but it was just executed badly, and it has a lot of flaws, and I’m SICK of either people hating it from the beginning without giving it any chance at all, and absolutely refusing to acknowledge any positives, or of people acting like this is the best show ever created and absolutely refusing to accept any criticism or acknowledge any flaws.

(Last thing: Kamala being the one to create the trail of stars that saved Sana and reunited her with her dad, was super cute, and is definitely a positive. I do love Kamala’s character in the comics and I do love what the show tried to do, even if it wasn’t done too well)

#ms marvel #ms marvel spoilers #kamala khan #marvel #mcu critical #anti mcu #anti ms marvel

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my-head-is-an-animal · 10 months

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Problems With The Heart

Greg House x Dr Anna Harding (OFC)

Story Masterlist

Chapter 29 - Morphine

House thought a lot about Anna after he’d met Cuddy’s mom. Anna’s parents were just there to see her, her father was interested in his job and acknowledged that he didn’t really understand much, but he was interested all the same. Her mother on the other hand hated that she didn’t understand but was just over protective, considering Anna's previous employment, she probably had every right to worry.

Cuddy’s mom was just bitchy. House handed her a bottle of sedatives for next time she came around and decided to spend a night on his own. The only problem is he wished he was spending it playing music with Anna.

What was I supposed to do? I hated being at the hospital and I hated being at home, but at least at home I could drink in the bath. I’d spent most of my time rock climbing at the weekends or taking extra shifts to cover over various departments. It was a good set of distractions, but the morphine was a good resort for the tougher days.

I walked into the hospital and House was waiting with a file. ‘We’ve got a boot camp guy, Masters thinks you’re some kind of hero and might need a guiding hand.’

‘And yours isn’t good enough?’ I asked waiting for the lift. ‘Forget I asked that. What do you need from me? Medically speaking.’

We stepped into the lift and House handed me the file.

‘She likes you and she has opposition to bullying.’

‘She thinks military discipline is about bullying?’ I frowned. ‘She is fresh.’

‘So, you’ll supervise?’

I glanced through the file again and handed it back. ‘No.’

‘Why not?’

‘Because I’m not a babysitter, that’s what you’ve got staff for.’

We arrived at his floor but he didn’t get off.

‘This is your floor.’ I said, but he just looked at me. ‘For gods sake, fine.’

We left the lift and I used his office to call up to cardiology, half listening to the diagnosis. Every time Masters spoke, I could see her checking if I was listening, but I really didn’t have time to cater to her needy personality.

‘Harding, you wanna take point on getting the history with the kid?’ House said while I was still on the phone.

‘Take point?’ I rolled my eyes. ‘Right, fine, Masters, you can fill me in on the way, but I do have a department to run.’

Masters talked a lot, but she was okay, she’d get there eventually. Driscoll went to attack her whilst administering something, but before security or Foreman could stop him, I was on my feet, a couple of quickly timed hits to his joints and he was down.

‘You okay?’ I asked.

Masters was coughing, but she was okay. Security had Driscoll back in bed. Taub took care of her and Foreman had Driscoll under control, I was done. I went upstairs and got on with my work day. I avoided open areas all week, I really didn’t care for House’s case and I couldn’t be bothered to deal with him.

I saw him in the lobby with Cuddy as I was leaving at the end of the week, it looked tense like they’d just argued about something. I couldn’t wait to get home and relax.

‘Dr Harding?’ One of the nurses called me over to look at a patient’s chart, there were a couple of discrepancies and I quickly fixed them, handing the chart back.

‘Anna.’ Cuddy said as I turned to leave.

‘Cuddy,’ I nodded, searching my pockets for my car keys. ‘I’m just leaving, can we make this quick?’

‘Can we talk for a moment?’ She had a sorry look on her face that told me it was personal.

‘Is it a medical conversation?’ I asked, she shook her head. ‘About my performances? Complaints made against me or my department? Law suits?’

‘No, it’s not.’

‘Then it can wait until Monday or you can send it up to cardiology and I’m sure they’ll deal with it sufficiently.’

‘It’s about House.’ She said, stopping me from leaving. ‘We never really talked about what happened and I think we need to.’

‘Why?’ I could feel my temper flaring.

‘Because it’s obviously affecting our working relationship.’

‘I disagree.’ I said. ‘Absolutely nothing has changed, I’ve made sure of it, I’ve done my clinic hours, more when you’ve called in a favour from me, I’ve even consulted on one of House’s cases… but if you’re uncomfortable with me working in your hospital, then perhaps that’s a different issue that you will need to get through on your own.’

I walked past her and out the front doors of the hospital. ‘I just need to know you forgive me.’ She said following me.

‘Why would I do that?’ I half laughed, stunning her to stop next to my car. ‘To make you feel better? You shouldn’t need my forgiveness to feel okay about being in a relationship with him, I shouldn’t even come into the equation.’ I opened the door to my car and threw my bag in to the other side. Cuddy looked like a kicked puppy. ‘You’re a grown up Cuddy, this isn’t school, I’m not going to get revenge or do anything to disrupt your life, I’ve moved on, why haven’t you?’

‘Because he’s still in love with you.’ She said, once again stopping me.

‘He’s not.’ I shook my head. ‘I was easy, but I made it clear that I never expected to grow old with anyone. I never expected anything from whatever we had, it’s not my fault if he did.’ I turned to see her and couldn’t stand it. ‘I’ve made my position clear. See you Monday.’

I got into my car and took a breath, trying hard to not get angry.

Cuddy walked back into the hospital, disappointed and guilty.

‘Told you it wouldn’t go the way you wanted it to.’ House said, the hospital was clearing out and Cuddy was being polite, saying her good nights to the doctors and nurses leaving.

‘I don’t understand, she was so cold.’ Cuddy told him, her steel blue eyes prominent in her mind.

‘She’s always been like that.’ House shrugged. ‘It’s how some people protect themselves from pain.’ Cuddy didn’t know what to say. ‘Look, Anna was never going to be your friend from day one, you know how few people she actually likes enough to associate with outside this place? Two, well, one now, but that doesn’t mean it should get to you this much.’

‘I thought she’d forgive me.’ Cuddy felt naïve.

‘Then you’re deluded.’ House said, brutally. ‘She’s not the forgiving kind. She’s the forgetting one.’

‘You think she’ll be okay? She’s lost a lost of weight since we got together.’ Cuddy wouldn’t let him deny the look of realisation, but she felt it was best to ignore it for now.

‘Rock climbing.’ He said. ‘She used to go all the time, now she’s got more time to do it.’

‘You sure?’

‘Yes.’ He said, walking away, back to the elevator. Cuddy wasn’t stupid, but she also wasn’t about to go knocking on Anna’s door.

House went straight up to cardiology to find Sophia who thankfully was still working.

‘Sophia, I need to talk to you.’ He said, urgently.

‘Dr House?’ She frowned. ‘What’s going on?’

‘Come on, in here.’ He said, gesturing to Anna’s office which he still had a spare key for. Sophia followed and closed the door behind them. ‘I need to know if Anna has been showing signs of chest pain, fevers, any rashes she might have tried to cover up?’

‘No, I don’t think so.’ Sophia shook her head, while House was already searching Anna’s desk for any sign of drugs.

‘What about depression? Has she had problems with her speech or paying attention to things?’

‘No, nothing like that.’ Sophia again shook her head and House was finding nothing. ‘I mean she’s been pretty down after you two split, but nothing irregular, she’s been her usual self. Why?’

House sighed. ‘I think she might be using.’ He admitted, giving up on the desk, moving to other places where drugs might easily be concealed.

‘Using what? She hasn’t been on morphine for weeks since the surgery.’

‘If it’s not morphine it must be something else. Has she shown any signs of anything out of the ordinary?’

He checked the bookshelf, between files, everything but the place was clean.

‘She’s been a little tired recently,’ Sophia said, trying to remember. ‘She’s been a little moody, but I thought it was just because of Dr Foreman.’

House stopped. ‘He screwed up the patient, the one with heart disease.’

‘Yeah, Mr Grant.’ She nodded.

‘What about before that?’

Sophia shook her head. ‘You know, we really haven’t seen much of her, she’s always cooped up in here with patients or files to go over, she took a week off to deal with the stress, went to Red Rock in Vegas.’

House nodded. ‘Okay, thanks.’

‘Is she okay? If you didn’t find anything here then she can’t be using at work?’

‘Means she might be using at home… where there are no doctors if something goes wrong.’ He said and rushed out of the office, heading straight downstairs and drove his motorcycle as fast as he could to Anna’s apartment.

House knocked on the door a few times, he could see the light pooling beneath the door, so she was definitely home. He avoided calling for her in case she didn’t answer on principle, but after a few minutes, he couldn’t just stand there. He took out his spare key that he still had for her place and opened the door.

‘Anna?’ He called out. ‘You here?’

The apartment looked the same as it always had, the piano had a layer of dust on it from where she hadn’t played for some time. House carefully moved through to the bedroom, but there was still no sign of her.

‘Anna?’ He called again and heard the distinct sound of water.

He gently pushed the bathroom door open and saw what he suspected he’d see. A syringe lay empty on the floor, Anna was in the bath, her eyes black and heavy, her breathing shallow and she looked like she was about to fall asleep.

‘Anna.’ House dropped his cane and looked at where the needle went into her arm. It was clean, no sign of infection, no sign of anything other than the fact she was high. ‘Anna, what did you take?’

She didn’t answer, her head just lolled from side to side and she mumbled incoherently.

‘Anna, can you hear me?’ House checked her heart rate, it was escalating and she could drown if he didn’t get her out. House pulled the plug, she barely flinched. ‘Anna, it’s Greg, I need you to tell me you can hear me.’

‘Leave me alone.’ She mumbled a little clearer.

‘I can’t do that. What did you take? What was in the syringe?’

‘What do you think?’ She was becoming a little more active. ‘It’s all I’ve got for the pain.’

‘What pain?’ If it was her shoulder again then he needed to help her get back to the hospital. ‘Anna, tell me where it hurts.’

‘No where.’ She said, sliding down the bath a little.

House couldn’t let her hurt herself, he picked her up with very little resistance, whatever it was was kicking into full gear and putting her into a euphoric state. He put her on the bed and grabbed a towel to dry her as quickly as he could and to cover her modesty.

‘Anna, I can’t leave you until I know you’re not in any danger.’ He said, she was barley responsive. ‘So, tell me what you took?’

‘Morphine.’ She mumbled and turned to lie on her back and stare up at the ceiling.

House sighed, there was nothing he could do, but he did need to call Cuddy and let her know that Anna was either okay or not.

‘House? Where are you?’ Cuddy answered.

‘At Anna’s place,’ he said from the doorway, keeping an eye on Anna who wasn’t moving at all, only her shallow breath an indicator she was even alive. ‘She’s… she’s drunk and in a bad way.’

‘Oh, well she’ll sleep it off right? You don’t need to be there for that.’ Cuddy had a good point.

‘Yeah but she keeps rolling on her back, she could choke on her own vomit.’ He exhaled. ‘I’d rather stay until I know she’s not going to die in her sleep.’

‘Why don’t you call Sophia?’ She suggested. ‘They’re close, right?’

‘Not as close as I thought,’ House was running out of plausible excuses. ‘Look, I’ll call you when I know she’ll be okay. Like I said, she’s cold at work to protect herself, you can’t expect her to feel nothing all the time.’

‘I guess.’ Cuddy finally conceded. ‘Okay, call if you need anything.’

‘I will.’ House hung up before anything else could be said.

Anna was still laying on the bed and he decided she should at least put a T-shirt on to make her feel a little less vulnerable. Her found one of his old T-shirt’s lying on the floor beside the washing basket and felt his heart hurt a little. He managed to find something and helped her put it on, getting her to relax against the pillows, she’d be safe enough for the next few hours.

‘Anna, you okay?’ he asked, sitting beside her.

‘Mmm.’ She mumbled, still staring up at the ceiling.

‘I need to know how long you’ve been taking the morphine.’

Anna said nothing.

‘Do you take it every night? Weekly?’

She shook her head and took a while to stop, getting dizzy.

‘How often?’

‘When I need to.’ She said, her mouth was obviously dry. He helped her drink a little water that was beside her.

‘How often is that?’ He needed to know.

‘We all have hard days.’

Anna’s eyes started to close, he couldn’t let her sleep just yet.

‘Hey, hey, stay with me.’ He told her, making her snort.

‘No way, not again.’ She half laughed. ‘You’re bad for me.’

‘I know, but I need you to stay awake for a while.’

House didn’t get any more information from Anna, but he spent the next few hours listening to her ramble about things that weren’t even real, she was definitely high.

‘You’re not playing the piano anymore, why?’ House asked.

‘Reminds me of you. And that just hurts more than getting shot.’ She was still giddy. ‘Trust me, I’ve done both.’

‘You never said anything.’

‘I said plenty.’

‘You didn’t, you never said a thing about how this hurt you.’ House reasoned.

‘You were happy, it’s all I wanted. I got what I wanted. A happy House.’

House paused for a moment. ‘What if I’m not happy?’

‘Not my problem anymore.’ She shrugged and he decided to leave it there, he might not have been getting the most truthful of answers from her at that moment. But it was hurting all the same.

House lay back on the bed, Anna slept on and off, but there was a good chance she was still going to choke in her own vomit.

‘Is this my fault?’ He asked. Anna just chuckled and shook her head. ‘Then why are you doing this?’

‘You shouldn’t care.’

‘Well, I do.’ He looked up at the ceiling.

‘Go home, Greg.’ Anna turned over and soon began snoring softly.

House didn’t go home until she was finally heaving up the last days worth of food into her toilet. Her skin was slack from sweating, her breathing was quick and shallow and she was hating every moment she was still alive.

‘So, this is what you do? Every weekend, you take morphine, you spend Saturday morning puking your guts up and then expect to be okay by Monday morning?’ House said, soothing his leg on the edge of the bathtub. ‘You think this is healthy?’

‘I think it’s no longer your business.’ She said flushing the toilet and sitting back against the wall.

‘I think you’re being an idiot.’

‘Pot, kettle.’

House hated the way he was looking at her.

‘I’m still-‘

‘Don’t say it.’ She interrupted.

‘Why not?’

‘Because I can’t walk away from you in my own flat.’

‘Good.’ House nodded. ‘Then you can’t stop me from telling you whatever I want.’

Anna’s bloodshot eyes found his. ‘I’m asking you not to say anything.’

House had seen her beg before, even took advantage of it when it was in the right context, but this was different, she was pleading. Anna was vulnerable.

‘Okay.’ He nodded. ‘You want me to leave?’

Anna paused before speaking. ‘What do you think?’

He knew the answer, but he also knew what she really wanted. ‘Anna, I told Cuddy you were drunk, I’ll stick with that story if you want me to, but I’ll need your stash.’

Anna inhaled deeply. She slowly pointed to the bathroom cabinet, he’d already checked there and found nothing except an empty case where morphine bottles could plausibly fit.

‘The case is empty.’ He said.

‘I used the last one.’ She shrugged.

House let his head bow. ‘Mind if I search the place?’

‘Yes, actually I mind a lot.’ Her energy was starting to come back. ‘I mind you being here, I mind you existing in front of me.’ Anna let her breath out slowly. ‘Do what you want, I’ve got things to do.’

Anna stood up, shaking a little and struggling to get back into the bedroom. House watched her get back into bed and go to sleep. He had the haunting feeling that this was the way she was going to be from now on. He decided to tell Cuddy it was food poisoning and Anna had drank a little more than she should have. It was the least he could do.

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#Greg House #greg house x reader #greg house x original female character #greg house fic #house md

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