#him with 'what am i going to tell your fucking niece' because she needs to talk some kind of sense into him and she's not a fucking saint

[talaok]

ok first of all, I love your writing!!! a scenario just popped into my head and I found it so funny, the reader and Pedro have been dating for some time, Pedro doesn't want to have children but you were always good with children and after a children's party you went together and he realized (or thought) that you were strange when interacting with the children (which would be just tiredness) made him nervous and anxious thinking that you were frustrated because you wanted children and he didn't, during the night he can barely sleep and that means he gets up early and being impatient waiting for you to wake up, and at the first sign that you are waking up the first thing he says is: be honest, do you want to have children? and the reader is confused like dude it’s 7 am wtf??? I leave her answer and the end up to you and your incredible imagination, kisses 💋

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

a/n: no bc bestie I genuinely love this idea so much like omg im sorry if i didn't do it justice but tomorrow im getting some very fucking important news and my mind is a bit all over the place

"Auntie!" 

Your beaming niece ran to you as soon as soon as you stepped into the backyard.

"There's the birthday girl!" you grinned, picking Nora up to give her a tight hug

"I missed you!" she squealed, as her small arms reached around your neck "You never visit anymore"

You snorted "Did your mom tell you to say that?"

The way your sister was biting down a grin told you all you needed to know.

"no" she mumbled, making you huff a laugh.

Your sister was raising the perfect actress.

"Well aren't you miss popular?" you gasped, looking around at all the children running around the place "These all your friends?" you asked, as she turned to follow your gaze

"yep" she nodded proudly "I basically know every kid at school"

"well there's something you didn't take from your mom..." you joked, raising your eyebrows at your sister

"hey!" she shot you a look

"I'm just saying" you shrugged "I don't remember your birthday parties being this big"

"oh shut up, you're one to talk" she rolled her eyes.

"hi Pedro!" Nora noticed him as he walked into the backyard with your sister's husband.

"hi Nora" he smiled, walking closer

"Is it your fault that y/n never visits anymore?"

Pedro was very much taken aback by the bluntness, but all you could do was chuckle.

"oh my god, I'm so sorry" your sister intervened, taking her daughter from you "Here why don't you go play with your friends?" she suggested, making her comply immediately.

"I swear I didn't tell her to say that" she promised, looking as mortified as she sounded.

"I know Alice" you grinned "don't worry"

"I'm sorry Pedro" she turned to him nonetheless.

"It's fine" he smiled that charming smile of his 

"Nora's just very..."

"Exuberant" her husband finished the sentence for her

"yes, exactly" she nodded

You laughed softly "That's definitely one way to put it"

The next hour was spent chatting at one of the tables Jeremy, your sister's husband, had set up on the lawn, and as you talked and ate, and drank more champagne than water the tiredness started to really make itself heard.

The flight from LA to Washington was six hours and a half, so you had to travel during the night, and as much as you wanted to sleep during it, you never were able to do so on planes.

So you were basically only running on coffee, and not even the good kind, no, the shitty airport one.

A tug at your hand brought you out of your own thoughts.

"Auntie!" your niece was saying

"sorry" you smiled down at her, setting your glass down "What's up sweetie?"

"come play Simon says!"

You had to fight the urge to groan. The last thing you wanted to do right now was to play a game with a bunch of screaming children.

"right now?" you asked

"Yes"

"but-"

"c'mooon," Nora moaned, jumping up and down a bit "I want you to meet my friends"

You sighed slightly as you stood up 

"lead the way birthday girl"

And as you disappeared behind a tree, dragged by your own niece, Pedro couldn't help but think

That was weird

And that same thought continued making its way into his mind over and over again.

You've never hesitated when it came to playing with Nora, you loved that kid so much you would have given her the world on a silver platter had she just said the word.

You weren't constantly taking pictures of her because you "wanted to remember every single moment with her" as you insisted every time, you weren't smiling every time you just looked at her either, and you weren't even entertaining the kids like you always did.

Fuck, Jacob and Alice used to tease you every time saying that they didn't need entertainers for her parties when you were there, that's how good you were with children.

Not that today you weren't good with them, Pedro could see and hear the laughs you'd elicit from the small crowd, but still, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong... and that he had something to do with it.

You were asleep beside him, and he didn't know if it was because you were in your sister's guest room and not in your own bedroom, or if was because guilt was clawing at him from within, but as much as he tried to sleep, his body opposed to it.

He was looking at you... so peaceful, so pretty, so beautiful and all he could feel was guilty.

He had racked his brain as to why you were acting weird for hours and then finally, thirty minutes ago he'd finally got it.

It was his fault

Of course, it was.

The only thing that had changed since you last saw Nora, was that talk you'd had that day at the park.

God, he was so goddamn stupid.

"Another reason as to why I don't want children" 

He'd said it so casually too, as a stupid joke, like it was nothing, without even thinking that maybe that's not what you wanted, that maybe he was ruining everything.

And now he'd fucked everything up, and panic was rising in his chest so fast that he worried in mere minutes he was gonna go into cardiac arrest.

And yes you'd told him you didn't want children too, but maybe you just said it because that's what he said and you probably hated him and-

Fuck were you ever gonna wake up?

he had thought about doing it himself but then realized how bad of an idea that was when he was halfway into shaking your arm.

He needed to talk to you. Now.

He needed to know, and to beg you, and to tell you to forget all about what he said at the park because it all went flying out the window when it was about you and-

Your eyelids fluttered, and shit but for a moment he pondered the existence of a god.

A whimper left your mouth as you readjusted your head on the pillow and he couldn't hold it anymore.

"Be honest"

Your eyes flew open in shock as your heart skipped a beat.

"Holy fucking- Jesus!" you breathed "You scared me, Pedro"

"Do you want children?"

Your eyes widened even more as your features filled with confusion 

"What the actual f-"

"I know that I said that I don't want kids, and I know that you agreed with me, but if that's not really what you want or if- if you changed your mind I want you to know that I-"

You propped yourself on your elbows to get a better look at him.

Was he fucking high or something?

"Pedro first of all it's..." you trailed off, glancing at your phone and groaning when you read the numbers on the screen "Oh my god" you sighed, running a hand down the length of your face "and second of all, what are you talking about baby?" you sighed, your voice softening as you took in his worried face for the fist time since you'd opened your eyes.

He took your hand in his

"I'm talking about the fact that I take it back- that if you want to have children then I'm sure I can make it work, that I love you y/n, and I don't want to lose you and that-"

"lose me?" you frowned, trying to squint your sleep away "Children?" you shook your head, trying to make some sense of what was going on "Pedro I- I'm sorry I thought we'd agreed neither of us wanted children?"

"Yes, but I understand if you've changed your mind"

"Why would I have changed my mind?" you asked, sitting up "Where is this coming from?"

"I just-" he looked like a sad puppy with those big brown eyes of his "You were acting weird today at the birthday and I couldn't help but think that-"

"That I wanted children?" you smiled, doing a poor job of hiding your amusement

"Well...yes"

"oh my god" you breathed, moving some messy hair out of your face "I was tired baby" you explained with a grin "I didn't sleep for shit on the plane and I wasn't exactly feeling like running around kids like I usually do"

Now was his turn to frown

"Really?"

"yes!"

"O-Oh"

"yeah, oh" you shook your head, still unable to get rid of the smile on your lips.

"Well this is embarrassing" he let out a low huff "I just... I don't know-"

you sat up to get closer to him as you inspected his face.

"Oh baby," you cooed, stroking his cheek "Did you even sleep?"

"I tried to" 

Your lips pulled into a sorry tilt as you intertwined your arms behind his neck.

"I don't want children baby" you said "I love our life exactly as it is"

"I'm sorry" he murmured

"No don't be" you shook your head, letting your forehead meet with his "It was kind of sweet to be honest" you beamed, leaving a quick kiss on his lips

"Did you really mean it? that you'd have children if that's what I wanted?"

And when he looked at you now, you felt as if he was staring right into your soul.

"Sweetheart" he murmured "I'm not sure there's anything on this earth I wouldn't do for you"

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[norrisleclercf1]

Nando/Carlos is 😍😍😍

Have you listened/seen the interview with Nando where they at some point talk about having a family, and he is kind of sad not having that? So you think Carlos/female would bring it up some time during a quite date night, that they want to give Nando the family,with kids and everything - and how would Nando react? 😊

A/N: I never once thought about Fernando and Carlos together but now I can't unsee it. They're oddly perfect for each other

You knew it was the one thing he really wanted, but racing was his life. His back was broad as he leaned over your niece playing with her. She would be staying with you three for a couple of days. Carlos was in love with her, loving the way she was attached to Fernando the most.

She gurgles a mess of sounds, Fernando nodding along as he helps her play with her little blocks. "Yeah, that's it." He kissed her head as she smacks her hands. "Help me with dinner?" Carlos asks, poking your side. Smiling you turn around nodding as you take one last glimpse of your husband and niece.

It's silent for a little bit, the sound of Bluey soon fills the room making Carlos and you giggle. "Do you think?" You start but Carlos just turns, nodding his head. "I'm ready, I'll always be ready for you two. But it's you that needs to be ready." "I think I am." Carlos smiles.

"What are you two doing?" Fernando asks, voice high pitched as he bounces your niece who giggles. "Fuck, give me the baby." Carlos groans taking the sweet girl from him. "What? I didn't do anything wrong." Shocked, but Carlos wouldn't admit that his own metaphorical ovaries were bursting at the sight of Fernando and the baby.

"Fernando, Carlos and I have been talking." His face falls, straightening up, clearing his throat. "Okay, about what?" You can tell he was growing anxious, he kept fiddling with his facial hair. "Do you want to start a family? We can move back to Spain and have children. With us?" Fernando stops, you can see everything run through his head trying to find the words.

"Yes, god yes. I'll always say yes." He bursts pulling you into him, hugging you. "Carlos had to take the baby away from you because," "You looked fucking good and like what is it fans call him?" Calros asks, unable to find the word. "A DILF?" You laugh, Carlos nodding at that.

"Well, I figured I already was with you two. My babies." He teases pinching both your cheeks. You niece squeals, practically flinging herself out of Carlos's arms to Fernando. "Now, let me get some practice in. Yes that's right little one, you'll have a cousin. Mhm." Fernando baby talks, heading back to the living room.

"Yeah, he's going to be killing us." You mummer but Carlos smiles. "But, he'll look fucking hot." You burst into laughter going back to cooking dinner. "If you could, you'd be the pregnant one wouldn't you?" "In a fucking heartbeat, babes."

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[whimsyfinny]

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Charlie discovers the Winchester boys to be struggling with keeping the bunker tidy, looking after themselves and being able to do their job simultaneously. Luckily she has a friend who’s from a Hunter family that is in need of work and can help them with research. Or so she thought that’s what her job would be. When Dean sees your more domesticated side, his head won’t stop swimming with all the wrong ideas.

Slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut

Warnings: provocative dancing, slight Sam x Reader, jealous Dean

Chapter Word Count: 4211

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A/N: aaaaahhhhhhhh sorry this one took ages. I suddenly had a bunch of personal things going on so I struggled to find the time. Also this chapter is wild, I’m so sorry for the complete train wreck that it is. I just keep writing without questioning it too much. But yeah same as always pls let me know of any errors as I am the only one who proof reads this shit.

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Please read the below first:

Prologue Chapter 1

Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 6 Chapter 7

I’m Not Your F*cking Maid

Chapter 8 - Part 1

Morning soon rolled around; my alarm waking me from my deep dreamless sleep, eyes wearily blinking open as I stared blankly at the old ceiling. Turning off the repetitive beeping, I flung back the covers and climbed out of bed, pacing to the bathroom to freshen up before heading down to breakfast. I was in desperate need of a laundry day as I was down to my last couple of clean items: a cropped black tank top that said ‘Singers Salvage Yard’ across the front in old cracked and over washed lettering, paired with a short denim skirt with frayed edges. It was an a-line fit a long time ago, but as I got older and my figure changed it just got tighter and shorter. I don’t even know why I still have the thing. Paired with my boots and some comfy socks poking over the top of them, I looked like I should be getting paid to wash cars. I grimaced, knowing full well that Dean was going to make a comment.

Dean.

My mind raced back to last night with his parted lips and black lustful eyes - I couldn’t tell if he wanted to push me against a wall or be at my mercy, it was hard to say. Both sounded spectacular.

I strode into the central study room where the boys did all their research, looking for my flannel when I noticed a figure out of the corner of my eye. Instinct took over and I grabbed the nearest item to me - a lamp from the middle of the table - and held it up like a bat, ready to swing. The man flinched but held up his hands, an apologetic expression on his ruggedly handsome face.

“I didn’t mean to frighten you,” his voice was monotone despite his peaceful words.

“Who the fuck are you?!”

“CAS!” Suddenly Deans voice rang through the open room and we both spun to see him standing where I had just walked in, Sam following behind.

“Dean I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle her, I wasn’t expecting you to have visitors,” this Cas guy spoke, his tone forever unchanging.

“This is (Y/n), Bobby’s niece. She’s staying with us for a while to help with research,” he explained, before turning to me and giving me a stern look, holding his hand out.

“(Y/n) give me the lamp.”

I did as he asked, placing the cool metal into his palm as he returned it to the table. We shared a look for a second and I was unsure of the meaning behind it - was he mad about me almost bludgeoning his friend? Was it because I was going to use a lamp of all things? Or was it about last night, and the fact I left him hanging? Who knows, but I’m sure I’ll hear about it later. Dean was about to turn away when the monotone voice of Cas spoke up.

“I’m sorry (Y/n), please forgive me for startling you. Although…” he paused, looking me up and down and then almost knowingly between myself and Dean, “I have personally been caught off guard here as well - I was unaware that Dean was involved with someone.”

“Excuse me?” I blinked up at Cas, getting ready to snatch that lamp back. I saw Dean pinch the bridge of his nose and mutter an ‘oh boy’ under his breath.

“You’re sexual endeavours with Dean,” Cas looked at me like I was the one missing something here. Clearly I am. Cas continued, “you’ve been intimate, have you not? This means that you are a couple from what I’ve learned.” Suddenly his eyes went wide and he looked straight at Dean.

“Or is this a pizza man situation?”

“CAS STOP TALKING,” Dean bellowed, embarrassment creeping across his face. I’m assuming he’s not used to that emotion as he was getting very frustrated. I couldn’t help but stand there in disbelief.

“How the actual FUCK do you know about me and Dean after saying that you weren’t aware of me even being here before you arrived?”

“He can smell it,” Dean said quietly, arms now crossed over his chest.

“What?”

“He can smell… me… on you,” as the words left his lips, his eyes locked with mine for a split second sending a jolt down my spine and hair prickling on my skin. I tore my eyes away from him and looked back at Cas.

“So wait, this weirdo can smell that I slept in one of Deans T-shirts last night?”

“You slept in one of his shirts?” Sam asked, piping up for the first time since this conversation started. Dean grinned like the cat that got the cream, embarrassment dissipating for a second.

“Yeah, she did.”

“Hmmm,” Cas mumbled, “No it’s not just that… It’s stronger, like there is part of Dean in her somehow. Or at least there was; not so much anymore.”

My eyes went as wide as the moon and my cheeks felt like they’d been set on fire.

“OH MY GOD,” I hid my face in my hands, wanting the ground to swallow me up. Whilst I tried to hide my entire existence, Dean cackled, leaving Sam confused.

“I don’t get it, what’s going on?” He asked, looking between all three of us. I couldn’t say a word through the white hot embarrassment, which left Dean to explain. He turned and looked Sam dead in the eye.

“You know how much I love pie, Sam,” he paused to see if Sam was catching on, which he wasn’t so Dean continued. “All sorts of pie. Like, uh, apple pie, cherry pie… cream pie…” Sam’s eyes shot open as wide as they could and he almost went as red as me.

“Nope!” He declared, promptly spinning on his heel and leaving. Cas looked confused.

“I smell no pie here.”

“Never mind, Cas,” Dean patted him on the shoulder before urging him to catch up with Sam who I’m assuming is in the kitchen by now. When it was just Dean and I left I peered at him through my fingers, my face still burning up.

“Dean what the fuck just happened?!”

He tried to suppress his laughter, explaining that Cas was in fact ‘Castiel’ and an Angel of the Lord, which explained his rigid behaviour and a weirdly strong set of senses.

“Why didn’t you butt in and explain who he was before everything got so embarrassing!”

“To be honest it was all pretty hilarious.”

“No it wasn’t! That was NOT an enjoyable moment!”

“Ok I’m sorry,” Dean paused, looking down at me with softer eyes, a slight smile still on his lips. He stepped closer and I pushed on his chest.

“You better be! You owe me big time for that one Winchester.”

He grinned as the furious redness on my face simmered down, just leaving a pink glow on my cheeks.

“Ok ok! Look let's just go and get some breakfast and put this behind us,” he put his hand on the small of my back, urging me towards the kitchen. I hummed, walking with him. There were a few moments of silence as we made our way down before he suddenly spoke up again.

“Did you know that he once smelt a bladder infection on a dead guy?”

*

Breakfast was uneventful. I was unable to make eye contact with Castiel, and it seemed that Sam was unable to make eye contact with me. Dean however was completely unphased. Once we were all finished and I’d cleared everything away I made my way to my room, grabbed my dirty clothes and then headed to the laundry room - today was going to be a practical one as I officially had nothing else to wear. Upon arriving I couldn’t help but grimace; a mountain of mens clothes covered in mud, blood and black goop sat in the middle of the floor by the washers.

“Gross…” I winced, the smell of dirt and iron filling my nose as I got closer and poked the pile with a pipe I found off to the side. I half expected the mass of clothes to sprout legs and walk off. The boys could probably find lore on the thing with how long its been sitting here. I huffed, scooping my hair into a high ponytail before shoving a bunch of my washing in a machine and turning it on before returning for face the Winchesters laundry. I can’t leave it here, that goes against everything clean and hygienic that I stand for. I could burn it? They would definitely complain about having to replace all the plaid shirts. Should I sort it or just hope for the best? Do I check the pockets? Knowing all the crap they carry around, I should definitely check the pockets before a load of bullets or a hex bag goes through one of the machines. I set to work, sorting out colours, blacks and whites - unable to differentiate between lights and darks at times - and search every pocket as I go. The amount of women’s phone numbers I find on napkins and receipts is ridiculous. I can’t help but feel a little deflated, knowing I’m probably just a name on Deans list. I put them to the side in a pile, keeping them separate from the numbers from Sam’s pockets. I load up another machine and turn it on, picking up the stacks of numbers and leaving the room.

I find the boys sitting in their usual places at the tables, surrounded by piles of books and files. Castiel was nowhere to be seen. I walk up to them and slide the collection of phone numbers over to them.

“I thought you might want to keep these,” I said, not understanding the tone in my own voice. They both took a few seconds to realise what it was that I was handing them and they both responded in an abashed manner, shooting each other a knowing look before staring at the accumulation of digits, not once making eye contact with me. Sam nodded a quick ‘thank you’ before I turned to leave, and out of the corner of my eye I saw him crumple them up and throw them away in a carrier bag on the floor next to him. At the same time, I caught Dean shoving his collection into his jacket pocket, which was hung on the back of his chair. I hastened my actions and turned away quicker, not wanting to have the knowledge that he was keeping them. A pang of something shot through my chest, and I couldn’t tell if it was jealousy, sadness, rage or self pity. Whatever it was, I needed to get the fuck away from Dean.

*

A few hours passed and I was still sorting laundry. My clothes were officially clean and dry and away in my room, however the task at hand was now the clothes belonging to the Winchester boys. I was a few minutes away from the final load of washing being dry, and I’d managed to arrange the clothing into piles of ‘definitely Sam’ and ‘definitely Dean’, with a ‘really not sure’ pile in the middle. The jeans were easy enough to tell apart and due to Deans T-shirt I wore to bed last night, I now knew that he wore a slightly larger shirt size than his younger brother. I guess he had bigger shoulders, despite Sam being taller. My train of thought snapped as I suddenly heard a door slam upstairs and a female voice call out. I recognised the voice immediately. I stopped everything I was doing and headed upstairs, my feet carrying me with purpose as I reached the study room; Sam and Dean also emerging from another corridor.

“Charlie!” Dean beamed at her, going to give her a hug before I caught up to them and shoved him out the way.

“Don’t you EVER abandon me again like that,” I said, embracing her tight. “I’m fucking annoyed at you…. But I’m glad you’re here. These guys are like wild animals.” She patted my hair softly before I stepped back and she had an apologetic look on her face.

“I knooowwww I’m sorry! But you were in such a slump I really had to do something. Plus these guys really needed whipping into shape,” she spoke the second half of her sentence quieter and we both peered at the boys, fully aware that they could hear every word we were saying.

“Anyway!” She exclaimed, moving away and plopping her backpack onto the nearest table, “I think I have a case for you guys…” her voice was excited but the way her expression changed when she looked from the boys to me was slightly concerning. Sam seemed to pick up on this too.

“That’s great, but what’s the catch?” He asked. Charlie bit her lip and looked between the boys and me again.

“It’s in a strip club and we will need (Y/n) as bait.”

“What?!” Both me and Sam spoke up at the same time, and all that Dean could muster was a huge grin.

“I’m gonna need more details than that Charlie,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Right, yes, I probably should have started with the other details. Anyway, I’m pretty sure this club is run by a bunch of vamps, using girls as bait to lure in unsuspecting men to feed on in the private rooms.” The brothers nodded, like they’d seen this sort of thing before. “Anyway,” she continued, “I’ve had a hunch about this place for a while and did some digging, and it turns out that just last night they advertised a new position available and they want someone that looks just like (Y/n). This is a perfect way to take them down from the inside.” Charlie finished speaking and scanned our faces for any sort of response. I shrugged.

“Sure I’m in.”

“No way, we aren’t putting you in the line of fire like that,” Sam turned to me, a look of worry already smothering his features.

“I agree with Sam, this will be more dangerous than the last case. We’ll find another way to take them down,” Dean said, before he added in an almost snide tone “plus I bet you can’t even lap dance. How would you ever fit in?”

I scoffed.

“Fuck you, I can lap dance just fine.”

“Oh yeah? Prove it.”

“I don’t need to prove shit to you.”

“Guys,” Sam held his hands up, “not right now.”

I turned back to Charlie.

“Look I’m in, can you make sure that no one else gets hired?” She grins, opening her backpack and pulling out her tablet.

“Absolutely!”

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Chapter 8 part 2

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[aheathen-conceivably]

Violette had tried not to think about Will’s question for weeks. Still, there were small moments that brought up the confusion she had felt when he asked. They weren’t as common now as they had been in New Orleans, but even people who were friendly had a way of asking one too many questions. She had never had any questions about who she was. They were her mother and father, and that’s all she thought she or anyone else needed to know.

Still, she wanted answers for herself, to root her new-found bravado in some sort of concrete truth. But for all she wanted to ask, she didn’t feel like she could go to her mother or father. Least of all because she was old enough now to see their faces when the questions took on a malevolent tone. Her mother’s small wince before she turned to look at her father, his face now a mask of angry stone. Then her polite but terse answer to try and prevent the situation from getting any worse, even while her father’s arm gripped around her shoulders more tightly.

There were moments when she wanted to speak to her mother like she had once done when these things happened. But Violette had long noticed that her mother had a way of avoiding difficult questions, of getting lost in her thoughts and forgetting to answer, or just responding with a pleasant platitude that made her feel better in the moment but gave her no real answers. 

So she stayed silent, instead thinking that maybe she could talk to her father on the way to the ranch. But she needn’t even look at him to hear his voice descending into the heavy tone that happened when his face grew dark, Who made you question yourself, Princess? Huh? Where are they? Tell me, I’ll take care of them for you. 

She couldn’t quite name it yet, but she could sense fear in their answers: the fear that her life might be more difficult than theirs had been, and that there was nothing they could do to stop it. As she encountered their avoidance and anger, she could sense that this fear would keep her in the shadow of their protection forever, even once she was grown. Only in trying to protect her, they couldn’t see that she wasn’t afraid; she wanted the truth, and she slowly realized there was only one person who would give it to her.

When she entered the cabin the first thing that Violette heard was the sound of cursing coming from the kitchen, “Goddamn bread. Foolproof rise recipe, my ass…”

As she stepped nearer she could hear rustling, like someone was frantically flipping through the pages of a book. "Can you not cooperate for once? Just fucking once! Goddamnit, I'm trying, the least you can do is meet me halfway!" The frustrated voice was replaced by the sound of something heavy hitting the floor and rolling away just as Violette reached the doorway.

Her Aunt Jo looked up at her presence, seemingly talking to herself amidst a messy display of canned products, flour, and half finished attempts at cooking. As soon as she saw Violette she wiped the flour from her brow and tried to cover up the look of frustration on her face. She only succeeded in transforming it into guilt that Violette had seen her outburst, but quickly realized that her niece was too preoccupied to register her emotions anyway.

It took Josephine barely a split second to see that Violette wasn't herself. Her usual long strides and childish bravado had been replaced by sheepishness, and before she could even acknowledge her the words spilled out of her mouth. “Aunt Jo, what–what are you?”

Josephine looked at her quizzically, but she quickly continued in a rush of words too long hidden, “It’s just, Momma doesn’t look like me and Poppa doesn’t look like me but you do, and the kids ask me at school and Billy looks like his Poppa and they all seem to think there’s something wrong with the way I look or with Momma and Poppa together and I don’t understand. Is there something wrong with them? Am I supposed to look like you or like them? Is there something wrong with me, with not looking like either your momma or your poppa…”

Her voice trailed off and a wave of understanding washed over Josephine. She moved around the flour covered table and took her niece's confused face in her hands, “Lottie, look at me. My father looked like your momma too, do you understand? And he looked different from my mother and from me, so I know how they look at you, how you feel and the things they ask. That’s why I told you that you can always talk to me, because you are never alone, okay? You never have to feel like no one understands."

She almost stopped there, wanted to stop there, but Violette was staring at her with her mirrored olive eyes. They seemed remarkably unafraid, perhaps even angry that she had stopped speaking at all; Josephine knew that it was time, just the way she had long ago told Zelda would happen. So she took a deep breath and sunk to her knees next to Violette.

"You need to know there are people who think that others are lesser, simply because of the color of their skin. Those people don’t want to know that people like us exist, or that your parents could love one another. Some of them can’t believe it for all they’ve been told. So they ask and ask to try and make sense of it, because it—we threaten the lie that they’ve told themselves: that black and white people can’t live and love just the same. That one is inferior to the other and so they must be kept separate.”

At her last word, Josephine’s stomach sunk. She knew that part of Violette knew all of this, had seen it or felt it and internalized it to some extent, but to say it so bluntly was another matter. She could feel the nausea rising, so she could only imagine what a child must be feeling, but still Violette’s gaze remained resolulte.

She pushed back her niece’s hair and continued, “Just this, us, the love that your parent’s have and their lives, it threatens these people. So they will try to tell you that there is only one side of you, to put you in a box that fits their prejudices rather than challenge them. They’ve tried to draw a line in the sand that would split you in two; but you are you. You are whole and your parents love each other very much. That’s something to be proud of, no matter what anyone else may make you feel. Do you promise me you’ll always be proud of who you are and how you look, Lottie? Of your parents and the love they have for one another?”

You are whole. It would ring in her ears for the rest of her life. Every time she saw a sign telling her where to sit or someone looking at her parents hatefully. Every time someone stared at her a little too long only for a wave of disgust to wash over their face, or each time someone tried to tell her, whether in words or in actions, you aren’t really one of us. She would hear it in her mind like a refrain, a comfort radiating from this very day when her aunt’s arms were wrapped around her, even when she was long gone and there was no one left standing between her and the world’s vitriol.

I am whole. It lodged itself deep into her brain, creating a connection within her that kept her from splintering even when the world drove the wedge deeper into her psyche and tested the mantra to its limits. But on that day all she could do was nod her head in agreement and try to comprehend everything her Aunt Jo had said as she hugged her.

#1932 #sims 4 historical #ts4 decades challenge #ts4 historical #sims 4 decades challenge #the darlingtons #sims 4 legacy #ts4 legacy #sims 4 story #ts4 story #1930s #Zelda darlington #Antoine Duplanchier #Violette darlington #Josephine Duplanchier #tw racism

[son-of-a-top-gun]

Sky's the Limit (part 2)

hello everyone, so glad you all enjoyed part one so much - thought you deserved a little treat in the form of the next chapter and some juicy lore..

warning: some evidence to the canon that Bob fucks, mention of infinite jest, Jake flirting with anything that moves, the usual

Sky's the Limit part 2

part one

Part of the deal of getting to stay with Penny for free was occasionally helping behind the bar when she was short-staffed, or more importantly, when she had a hot date with Pete.

You had to borrow one of her old Hard Deck t-shirts, which was a little bit too snug for your liking, but you had to make do. Besides, it was a welcome break from the blank screen you had spent the last week looking at. Talking to real people, maybe that’s where inspiration will come from.

****

When Jake walks into the bar, he is determined. He is absolutely exhausted and he needs to get back into his groove, when he immediately notices it. Behind the bar there is a girl wiping down the far end, with her back turned to him. She’s in a pair of pretty short shorts and a quite snug Hard Deck t-shirt, and she’s clearly new. This should be easy.

“Could I get a drink? I’m terribly thirsty over here.” He says in the deepest, sultry Southern tone he can get.

The girl turns around, and Jake’s face drops.

It’s you, with your hair down and you’re not wearing your glasses. He swallows and subtly readjusts himself. 

“Really Bagman? That’s the best you’ve got?”

He puffs his chest a little. “I’m surprised you can even tell it’s me from over there. I’m pretty sure that’s a safety hazard.”

“I’ve got contacts in, dumbass. Although I don’t need my glasses to know a sore loser when I see one.”

“And I would have thought that bar work is below such a worthy scholar like yourself.”

“I’m helping Aunt Penny. She’s got a date with Pete. Or wait, you guys call him Maverick.” Jake nods. You look at his hands. “Corona right?”

Jake is taken slightly aback. “Yeah, that’s right.” You pull out a bottle and open it.

He takes a swig, before yawning. “Hot date, eh? That’s good for some.”

“Tell me about it.” You say without thinking, before correcting yourself. “I can’t believe the great Bagman isn’t constantly inundated with women throwing themselves at him.” He looks at you in a way that makes you feel very exposed all of a sudden. “I mean, in spite of your terrible pick up lines.”

“Yeah, well I’m not going to waste my good ones on you am I?” Jake regrets it a little the moment he says it, but you carry on wiping glasses, seemingly unaffected.

“I’m just saying they could probably do with an edit or two.”

“You’re going to give me tips, are you? Thanks but no thanks.” He leans over the bar. “I’m doing just fine, thank you.” He catches a whiff of whatever perfume you’re wearing. Damn, if it doesn’t smell good.

You lean back and raise your hands up. “Alright, good luck then. I need to get back to work.” 

Jake wants to think of a witty retort but you’re already gone. He picks up his beer and walks over to the pool table where the other pilots are waiting. He doesn’t know why he feels hot, but he hopes it will go away. It has to go away, right?

***

“Earth to Hangman?” Tash waves her hand in front of his face. “It’s your turn.” She’s still holding the darts.

“Oh right, sure.” He tries to focus on the board, throwing his darts even quicker than usual.

“It’s annoying you’re still good at that when you’re clearly not even paying attention.” Tash huffs.

Jake looks over to you as you serve one of the older gentlemen.

“So what do we know about this ‘Ladybug’?” He asks, still not prising his eyes away.

“Great, Hangman has a crush.” Tash swats his arm. “I like this one Jake, I’m not letting you drive her away.” 

“I’m not going to. Besides, she’s Penny’s niece so she’s not going anywhere.” He turns to her and Bob, who is looking at his phone. “But there’s something odd about her right?”

“You’re just saying that because she doesn’t immediately want to jump your bones, Bagman.”

Bob keeps looking at his phone. He had in fact looked her up after your last conversation. He did find it odd that you had clearly already finished your pHD because he had already read your thesis, which had already been published. However, it was rare he had something over Jake, and he liked you, so he decided to say nothing. He wasn’t sure what you were working on, but whatever it was, he was sure it was your business.

Jake needed to work for this one.

Bob looks at Jake, who is intently watching as a skinny guy in glasses and some faded band t-shirt leans over, talking to you. You lean in, your arms slightly squeezing your chest towards him. Unbeknownst to anyone, Jake feels himself getting hot again all of a sudden. This scrawny little rat? Really? He downs his beer.

“Anyone want another drink?”

****

You return to the bar and look around. Cute Glasses Guy is nowhere to be seen.

“Bagman, did you see where that guy went?”

“What guy?” Jake twiddles with his toothpick, desperately avoiding eye contact. You look him over.

“You know exactly which guy. Where did he go?”

“I don’t know.”

“You are a terrible liar.” You cross your arms. “What did you say to him?”

Jake finally turns to look at you.

“Look, you’re better off without him. He was about two minutes away from telling you how much he loved Infinite Jest. “

“Well at least he could probably read it, unlike you. I’m surprised you even know who David Foster Wallace is.”

“I’m full of surprises. Unlike him. You do not want a guy who dresses like he got lost in a vintage store in Portland, and wants you to invest in his startup to help buy polaroids for orphans.”

You cross your arms.

“So what guys do I want exactly? Big hunky pilots who think they are God’s gift to women? I’m fine, thank you.” You get back to cleaning the bar.

“You think I’m hunky.”

“Shut up.”

“I mean, what’s wrong with me anyway? Most girls would kill for this.”

You couldn’t help but grin. It really did irk him that you weren’t falling for his act.

“Sorry babe, but you’re not my type.”

“Then tell me, who is?”

You scan the bar. You looked over at the pilots clustered around the pool table. 

“Oh my god, it’s not Rooster is it?”

“As much as I would love to say that, him and my sister have history.” You clap your hands over your mouth. “Wait, I’m not supposed to say that.” You turn to him. “How good are you at keeping secrets?” He seems to mull it over.

“Hangman, I’m being serious.”

He rolls his eyes before miming zipping his lips shut. “I am a gentleman of my word. I promise I won’t, even if it will kill me. Besides, I don’t even know who your sister is.”

“And I’d like to keep it that way.”

“Do you honestly think I just sleep with every single woman I lay my eyes on?”

“Yes. Especially if they are more beautiful, successful, glamorous versions of me.”

“I doubt that.” You tilt your head at him. He looks curiously soft, until he realises your look, and he looks away, taking a sip of his beer. “But let me know when she’s in town.” You whip him with the dish cloth you’re holding.

“Gross, Jake.” Jake’s eyebrow perked up. You used his real name. He wanted to celebrate but his curiosity got the better of him.

“So who is your type then?”

You looked back at the table.

All the pilots were ridiculously good looking, it was like a casting director had chosen every single one of them to make you nervous. But as you swept through, you could see one particular pilot looking at his phone smiling.

“Bob.”

“Bob? Are you kidding?”

“No? He’s tall, handsome, smart and a real gentleman.” You lean forward. “And he fucks.”

“Ew, what, gross. Where are you even getting that from?”

“Women’s intuition.” You tap your nose. Jake looks at you disbelievingly. “Also he has a hickey right at the bottom of his neck, just poking out of his collar, and what looks like” You take another look over. “Bruises and nail marks on his arms.” 

“How the hell can you see that from over there?” 

“I’ve got good observation skills.”

“Does that come in handy with your thesis?”

“Sometimes.” 

Jake leans forward.

“So if you’ve come to this conclusion, why don’t you ask him out then?” Jake huffs.

“He is also definitely seeing someone Jake, don’t be stupid.”

“Okay, now you are having me on.”

“Why is it so hard for you to believe someone like Bob could have a girlfriend? Do you think because someone wears glasses and likes books they are doomed to be unfuckable losers? That they should be grateful for any single morsel of attention they receive because who knows what will turn up?”

“That’s not what I meant Ladybug-”

You point at him.

“You don’t get to call me that.”

“Look, I’m -”

“Hey Hangman!” Javy waves a cue, “you promised us a game remember?”

Jake turns back to you, but you are gone, serving someone else at the bar.

***

Jake walks back to the pool table, where Bob is still looking at his phone smiling.

“Who are you messaging?”

Bob’s head snaps up, and he puts his phone behind his back.

“Er-what, no, I mean no one. Just looking at a - a - a- meme, that’s all.”

“Goddammit.” He turns back to you at the bar where you are talking to another customer.

“Jake-”

“Look Bob, remember we share any good memes on the chat. That’s what good squad members do.” He sees Bob’s shoulders visibly relax. At this point Nat sidles up to him.

“Hey, I realised where her name sounds familiar.”

“Oh really?”

“Her dad is Admiral Y/N.” Jake’s eyebrows raised so far they almost flew off his forehead. 

“That guy? The one who -”

“Yeah. That one.”

Your dad was famous throughout the entirety of Top Gun for being perhaps the biggest hard ass there was. He was known to give recruits 200 pushups for just looking at him wrong. He even scared Jake’s dad. Jake couldn’t imagine what he would do if anyone dared to touch his daughter. But something still didn’t make sense. Usually he could tell Navy brats a mile off but Jake knew this was different. You hadn’t even given the slightest hint who you were. This game had just gotten a little more dangerous, and a lot more interesting.

part three

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[sanazyung]

royjamie the bachelor au walk with me… roy who is on the show bc his mates submitted him as a laugh and jamie who is Headlining as the first Bisexual Bachelor. jamie only has eyes for roy since day one meanwhile roy wants to die every time the camera is trained on him. every other contestant hates roy. jamie sends home anyone who tries to tell him that roy is a prick. roy is trying desperately not to fall in love with jamie so that no one on (inter)national television sees him be vulnerable. there’s a date in amsterdam. a date where they play football. a date where they go bowling an all the other contestants try to get jamie to “teach them how to bowl with his arms around them” while jamie only cares about fucking beating roy. its jazz. its motown. its the vibrator on the bedside table. its the fucking royjamie reality tv bachelor fanfic you never knew you needed…

THIS is the fic i am working on now. sneak peak below the cut🙈

***

Jamie suppressed a laugh as Roy frowned at the word mate. He used the little crease between Roy’s eyebrows as a distraction for the way his stomach twisted itself in knots at the thought of anyone else knowing what he had just told Roy. Maybe that meant that he had made his choice. Maybe he had always known.

Well. One step at a time.

Jamie reached over the table to grab the rose where it had been carefully paid by the production team. He twirled it around in his fingers trying to find the right words to say. All of them felt too insignificant for what had just transpired between them.

“You–” Jamie coughed awkwardly, and started again. “Thank you for listening to me tonight. I’m glad I told you. And I would be honored to meet your sister and niece, yeah? If you’ll have me. I want that. I’m serious about you, and I want to get to know everyone who is important to you. Because you’re important to me.”

You mean the world to me, was stuck in his throat. I’m falling in love with you. I think I might be there already, and that terrifies me.

“Jamie,” Roy said. Nothing more, but Jamie supposed he had known him long enough now to know exactly what he meant, even in that one word. It was Roy saying yes, saying you too to whatever Jamie had left unsaid between them. Jamie’s hands were shaking as he lifted the rose between them.

“Please take it,” Jamie whispered. “I don’t know what I would do if you didn’t.”

Roy grunted, and it meant of course I will you fucking prick. Jamie beamed, and leaned over to pin the rose to Roy’s lapel. It looked fucking mint on him—it always did.

“Kiss me,” Jamie breathed, his hand still lingering on Roy’s chest. “Roy—”

Roy didn’t hesitate. He pulled Jamie up in one fluid motion, depositing him down onto Roy’s lap while Jamie let out a breathless squeak. It quickly divulged into a moan Jamie probably should be worried about being heard on camera, but Roy was kissing him too thoroughly for him to care about anything other than Roy’s beard scratching against his skin. His hand came up to cup Jamie’s face, thumb brushing tenderly across his cheeks where Jamie was fairly certain there were still tears. The action made him pull away, emotion in his chest threatening to make it burst.

“Roy,” the word was punched out of him, like he didn’t have a choice, like all that mattered in the world was that one syllable. Like there weren’t four other contestants still waiting for him back at the resort, like there was nothing between them but–

“Alright, you two,” Keeley’s voice cut him off, as she stepped out from behind the camera. “We have more than enough footage for this date, and it really is getting late. Roy needs to head back to the hotel and you, Jamie, have a decision to make before tomorrow.”

#chanting: royjamie reality television au #sorry if no one here watching the bachelor but i do and im about to make it everyones problem #royjamie #jamie tartt #roy kent #ted lasso

[heavyhitterheaux]

She Gotta Complex

AN: These two need their own podcast 😭😭

Synopsis: Complex interview with Jack and Druski featuring Jack talking about his long term girlfriend

Requested by: my little sister @softtcurse (I hope you love this) ❤️

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You were currently on set with your boyfriend Jack as well as Druski for their Goat Talk interview with Complex. The last few days had been a lot for you seeing as you had been finishing up taking your finals and was thankful that the semester was finally over with. Your body was still trying to recover from what it had gone through for sixteen weeks and you had the entire summer off before going back again in the fall.You were currently scrolling through your phone replying to text messages as you felt a presence behind you.

“Dru, go away.” You said while rolling your eyes before you started laughing.

“I didn’t even do anything! And how’d you know it was me?!”

“I never believe anything that comes out of your mouth and I’m definitely not about to start believing it now. I have eyes in the back of my head from watching my nieces and nephews so I see everything even when I’m not looking.”

“Druski! Leave my girl alone!” You heard Jack say before throwing something at him.

“I just wanted to greet her properly! I haven’t seen her in like a year!”

“Okay, now you’re lying because you saw me last month.” You replied while making your way to sit down on the side next to Neelam and Urban.

“Well it feels like a year!”

“Will you two come on so they can get started?” Neelam asked before rolling her eyes.

“I’m actually surprised that Dru is here on time. You know he’s usually always late.” Urban added and all Druski did was once again roll his eyes.

“Because yall went and got him, that's why.”

“No Druski slander will be tolerated!”

“Hold on!” Jack said before coming over towards you and leaning down to kiss you and you couldn’t do anything but smile. 

“Okay, I’m good now. We can start.”

“SIMP!” Druski yelled towards him and all the two of you did was roll your eyes.

“And that’s why you’re single!” You yelled back at him and he held up his arms in defense.

“I could have a girlfriend if I wanted to!”

“And I can’t wait until you get one so we can call you a simp and terrorize you like you do us.”

“I don’t even be terrorizing yall. Dramatic as hell.”

“I know you not about to sit up and lie.”

“I tell no lies.”

“Druski, come sit your ass down so we can start.”

—

“Goat sex position?” Jack asked while looking down at the card in front of him.

“Wow… you were thinking about this for the longest?” Druski said while busting out laughing.

“Years actually.”

“Well it’s super easy for me, don’t have to do too much. You kinda scoop under and come from the side, one leg up. It’s effective, you can actually be half sleep and she rolls over on you.”

“Oh, so it starts with spooning?”

“Yeah, right from the side. Now what were you thinking mine was?”

“I thought that it was going to be what mine is, you know what they call me.”

Druski had a confused look on his face while trying to think.

“My tik tok name.”

“Ahhh, missionary Jack. Is that your favorite or is that just your go to?”

“I like a lot of them and Y/N can tell you since she’s sitting right over there, but…..

“No the fuck he did not just say my name.” You muttered while looking over at Urban who was trying not to laugh.

“I know her favorite is probably reverse cowgirl.”

“OH! Y/N! Your man is over here telling all your damn business!”

“Well if he doesn’t shut up, I don’t plan on doing anything reverse on him tonight!” 

“Stop lying because I am definitely about to bend you like a pretzel when we leave here.”

“JACKMAN, FOCUS!”

“Okay, okay!” Jack replied as he held up his hands in defense.

"Hmm Goat childhood toy?"

"He man castle."

"What the? What the hell is that?"

"You never heard of it?" Jack asked while trying not to laugh.

"No definitely not, and mine is bop it."

"Oh definitely a classic. Makes me think of Y/N and all her damn Bratz dolls that she still has to this day."

"Since when am I involved in this interview? And no Bratz doll slander will be tolerated!"

"And her favorite is Jade. She has about 20 damn versions of that one."

"Jackman! Watch yourself!"

"And don't even get me started on her Hello Kitty, Sanrio obsession. I can't even imagine how much money I've spent on those." 

"Druski! Read the next card before I kick my boyfriend's ass for acting outta pocket!"

"How am I acting outta pocket if it's true!?"

“Urban, get your best friend before I do.” You said turning towards him and all he did was hold his hands up in defense.

“Okay, settle down you two. Goat rapper? I’ve heard you say a few names but of all time.”

“Damn, um. Definitely Drake.”

“You are such a fucking Drake groupie. I swear if he wasn’t with me, he would date him.”

“Y/N, I swear when we get done…..”

“You not about to do a damn thing.”

“Anyway, go ahead Druski. And watch your answer, you got friendships on the line here.”

“Uhh, Dj Unk?”

“What?!”

“Dj Unk!”

“I mean the man is a legend so okay, I’ll take it.”

“Okay, next card.”

“Goat vaccination spot?” Jack said looking at the card confused.

“What?”

“I don’t know man, I guess they’re trying to get political.” Jack replied before turning the card towards Druski so that he could see it. 

“That says vacation, not vaccination, dumbass!”

“Oh, my fault.”

“Your boyfriend is slow as shit sometimes.” Urban whispered to you and you couldn’t do anything but laugh.

“That’s my man and imma stick beside him.”

“We know.” Neelam added while laughing.

“Okay, Goat Jack Harlow song?”

“Easy, Luv is Dro. Your voice, the lyrics, everything.”

“Thank you man, appreciate that. I think for me it’s Keep it Light. I love certain songs because of how they sound and love other ones because of the lyrics and that one just incorporates both.”

“CONFETTI AND LOOSE SUPREMACY! SYLVIA ALL DAY!”

“For her to scream she’s not a part of the interview, she surely is answering all the questions.”

“Druski, watch it! I will kick your ass!”

“She’ll do it too. Don’t put it past her.” Jack answered while laughing and then relaxing back in his seat.

“You supposed to defend me.”

“Defend you from my girl? So she can kick my ass too? Nah, I’ll sit this one out.”

“Okay last card. Goat snack food?”

“Not cheeze its but the knock off brand cheese nips.”

“Like that’s your greatest of all time?”

“Yeah, they’re top tier. And I already know what your answer is going to be.”

“What’s my answer going to be?” Jack curiously asked and Druski simply pointed at you.

“Right over there.”

“What the?! HEY!” You screamed while looking at the two of them.

“Nah, that’s not a snack, my girl is a whole meal that I plan on devouring after we leave here.”

“JACKMAN! BEHAVE!”

“I am behaving! But food wise, definitely garden salsa sun chips.”

“This was a hot ass mess from start to finish.” You said while looking over at Neelam who couldn’t believe the chaos that occurred over the past twenty minutes.

“Are we even surprised at this point when these two are involved?”

“No, no we are not.”

“Baby! Let’s hurry up and leave so we can recreate the Luv is Dro music video.”

“Yall are disgusting from the time yall wake up until the time yall go to sleep.” Druski said before rolling his eyes.

“Sounds like something a single person would say, huh?”

“I’m tired of the Druski slander!”

“Not slander, just calling it like I see it.” You said while smiling up at him.

“We can recreate it as long as you show me your goat vaccination spot.” You said as Druski busted out laughing and Jack rolled his eyes.

“Oh, imma show you the spot alright.”

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[bitchinbarzal]

(this is kinda horrible, but the thought is still sad)

gigi and uncle adam are besties, have been since she was three days old.

and ofc as we mentioned, he might use her to pick up girls every once in a while, but that’s besides the point.

once gigi gets a little older, maybe 3,4(?), adam gets with this one girl. and she’s nice, gigi thinks.

at least she was the first time she met her.

two versions past this point:

1. then suddenly, uncle adam doesn’t come over that often. he’s passing on their weekly uncle adam and gigi dates, and he doesn’t watch her favorite cartoon anymore. and finally it rattles little gigi so much, that one night she crawls into luca and moms bed with her favorite stuffed animal clutched in her hands “dada, why uncle ad no love me no more?” with the saddest little pout on her face and luca loses it. is on the phone with adam the morning “dude, i don’t know what changed lately, but all i know is you better get your ass over to my house to watch paw patrol, or else i can’t stop your niece from believing you don’t love her.”

2. the next time gigi comes over to hang with uncle adam, her and the new gf get left alone for a little while, while adam runs to the grocery store. and instead of playing tea party with her (like gigi asked) the new gf jsut ignores her. and then she takes a call. “no, i don’t know where he went. he left me here with a fucking toddler. god kids are so difficult.” and gigi doesn’t really understand, but she knows that wasn’t nice. and so she asks her again “wanna play tea with me” and the new gf loses it. angles the phone away from her mouth and tells gigi to go away, that her uncle adam doesn’t love her as much as he loves her (new gf) and she really needed a new babysitter, because her (gigi) “uncle adam” is “getting real tired of having to hang out with her.”this scares gigi, and she goes to the corner to play tea by herself and cries. when uncle adam gets back, she’s excited for a little while, until she remembers what new gf told her, then she calms down. when mom comes to pick her up, she goes sprinting for the door. mom and adam both think this is a little weird, because usually she’ll fight tooth and nail to stay, unless promised ice cream, but they ignore it. until gigi starts rejecting uncle adam. “ready for another play date g? we’re going to the zoo!” gigi screams “NO!” and runs to hide. and of course this is now getting pretty strange, but adam starts to ignore it, and lean more in to hanging out with his gf. and now a few weeks go by. and gigi misses uncle adam. really bad. like wakes up at 2 am and crawls into luca and moms bed, bad. “momma, i miss uncle ad” “baby you’ve been mean to him, that’s why he hasn’t come around.” “he was a meanie first!” “how was uncle ad mean?” “he doesn’t love me as much as he loves her, and, and he doesn’t want to be with me no more.” now luca intervenes. “honey when did uncle adam tell you this?” “NO- no uncle ad. new gf. she, she said that uncle ad didn’t love me as much as her, and he doesn’t wanna go on our play dates anymore.” luca is up bright and early to go kick adam in the ass and make him apologize (but also has to go early to make sure momma bear wasn’t going to actually beat new gf’s ass for saying that). adam breaks up with her within the hour, but it’s going to take a lot longer than that to get his and gigi’s relationship back to where it was.

nonnie… who hurt you?? (Also I’ve named the girlfriend ruby in this)

So imagine the girlfriend has said all that to Gigi and she’s just sad. She’s so upset and when you come to get her, she sprints into your arms.

This is really unusual because Gigi spends maybe one weekend a month in Columbus with Adam because of his schedule and she’s usually crying and screaming to stay but this time she’s already on-route to the car without her bag or stuffed animal.

Adam comes out to the car to say bye but Gigi is just asking you if she can call her uncle Rut on the way home.

When it’s Adam’s next weekend to have her, Gigi declines the invite and says she’d rather stay with mom and dad. Which hurts Adam a lot he hasn’t missed a Gigi weekend since she was six months old.

Then Adam’s in Detroit playing the red wings and he stops by to watch a game on their day off, Gigi doesn’t want to sit next to him.

Both you and Luca are confused and somewhat concerned, it brings up conversations of has something happened, should you be asking Adam.

Then one night at bedtime Gigi calls on Luca to read her story and when Luca goes to grab his book, daddy loves me she gives him goodnight moon.

“Baby this is Adam’s book”

Gigi is so annoyed she loves this book “No, it’s daddy’s book now”

“Ok, G what’s wrong? Why are you so mad at uncle Adam?”

You’re standing in the hallway listening “He doesn’t love me anymore!”

“Did he say that?” You ask, coming in.

She shakes her head, eyes filling with tears “No! Ruby did, she told me he loves her now not me anymore and he doesn’t like playing with me”

You both let her sleep in your bed for the night, consoling your babygirl’s sobs throughout the night. Her cries making you cry.

“I’ll kill them Luca, I swear to fucking god” is all you said all night. You were beyond angry at both of them, Ruby for doing it and Adam for allowing it to happen.

Luca leaves the bed early morning to call his brother and explain the situation, much to adam’s surprise and anger. He breaks up with Ruby over the phone as he’s half way to Ann Arbor.

When he gets there, he finds your car to be the only one in the driveway and he’s a little frightened.

When he comes in, calling out for someone he sees your angry face staring at him as you’re soothingly gigi to sleep for her nap.

“You’ve got some nerve fantilli”

“I didn’t know!” He excuses, walking in to the nursery.

“She was heartbroken Adam, she was up all night crying and I… Adam you broke her heart, her first heartbreak and it’s her uncle who broke it”

That kicks Adam right in the gut.

He sees that she’s not asleep yet and he points to her “Can I?”

Typically, you would say no but she was heavy and your arms were sore so you passed her off and left to make lunch.

There, Adam stood holding her just like she was a baby once again and he mumbled the words to Goodnight moon to her. When she finally fell asleep he kissed her head and whispered “I’m so sorry Princess”

#Gigi + uncle Adam #Gigi’s world

[arc-misadventures]

Swapped AU Jeanne meets the Rusted Knight

The Knight

Jeanne: So uhh… That a… That a nice look you’ve got there…

Jaune: Oh, thanks.

Jeanne: …

Jaune: …

Jeanne: Your giant jakalope is nice.

Jaune: I knock up, Rin!

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Well… That explains why I was in there for so long this time… Hehe… H-How did that happen…?

Jaune: Well… Rin, saw me as the, Rusted Knight…

Jeanne: Like from the fairytale?

Jaune: Yeah, I-I’ll explain that later. A-Anyway, I appeared in your room dressed as I am now, armour, and all. And, the only person I saw was, Rin. And, she just sorta lost it…

Jeanne: Lost it?

Jaune: She took one look at me, said, ‘Hello Daddy~!’ And, she pounced me…

Jeanne: Rin has always had a crush on you. But, she’s always managed to keep her emotions in check. However, I think seeing you like this, broke the camels back, and she didn’t care about the repercussions of her actions, only that it happened. Can’t say I blame here honestly…

Jaune: I’m regretting it though…

Jeanne: Because you won’t be there to help her?

Jaune: Yeah… She told me it’s what she wished for, what she wanted more than anything else. Her eyes… Rin’s, beautiful pink eyes told me that this is what wanted. That she was telling the truth from the bottom of her heart. So, I gave her what she wanted. But, I can’t help, but feel sorry that I won’t be there to help her. And, I probably won’t be able to see it as often as I would like to… I don’t regret doing it… Just that I won’t be there to help her when she needs me…

Jeanne: Don’t worry, Jaune. Me, Nora, May, Mom, Dad, and the rest of my brothers; All of us will be there for her, you can count on that.

Jaune: T-Thank you, Jeanne… I’m lucky to have a sister like you in my life.

Jeanne: Hey, that’s just what… S-Sister… Y-Y-You called me sister…?!

Jaune: Well, we are sorta like twin aren’t we?

Jeanne: But, I-I thought you hated me.

Jaune: I’ve been stuck there for a long, long time. I’ve had plenty of time to think some things through. And, I was never truly angry at you, Jeanne. More so with the world, and the people I’ve had to face. So, will you forgive me?

Jeanne: There’s nothing to forgive, big bro.

Jaune: So, I’m the big brother in this relationship? Probably for the best, you are one hell of a hellion to deal with.

Jeanne: Oh, how rude of you.

Jaune: (Snrk!)

Jeanne: So… Do you have any ideas on what the baby should be named?

Jaune: Since I won’t be there I thought I should leave that to, Rin. But, if I had to pick one…

Rin: Ahh?! Oh… H-H-Hi, Jeanne… H-How was seeing, Jaune again?

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Dammit! He was about to give me a name!

Nora: A name, a name for what?

Jeanne: For my nephew, and/or niece~!

Rin: Eep!

May: What are you talking about?

Jeanne: Why don’t we ask, Rin instead~?

May: Rin? What did, Rin do?

Nora: Does it have to do with that thing she’s hiding behind her back?

Rin: N-N-N-No! No it doesn’t!

Jeanne: Rin, Jaune told me what you two did together.

Rin: H-H-He did…?!

Jeanne: Yes. And, he asked me to be there for you. Me, and my whole family will be there for you, Rin. So you don’t have to worry, we’re here for you, you’re not in this alone.

Rin: Promise…?

Jeanne: Arc’s promise.

May: W-What the hell are you two talking about?

Nora: PleasebewhatIthinkitis!PleasebewhatIthinkitis!PleasebewhatIthinkitis!

Ren: H-Here you go…

May: Is that…? No way?!

Nora: Fuck yeah! I’m gonna be an aunt!

Jeanne: Congratulations, Rin! You’re going to be a mom!

Rin: T-Thank you, Jeanne… I know its so sudden… But, I saw, Jaune, and I saw how he looked… I-I wasn’t letting him get away from me again. So, I… Yeah…

May: I knew you had the hots for him. But, damn… I didn’t think you’d go that far with him.

Jeanne: Well Team ARNZ, we better pack. We’re taking a trip to see my parents! And, once there I can introduce my family to my two new sisers, and wife!

May: Wife?! I understand, Nora, and I would get adopted by your mom…

Nora: FUCK YEAH!

May: But, I didn’t think you need to marry, Rin just because, Jaune knocked her up.

Jeanne: No no no. Rin is my new sister. Your gonna be my wife, May.

May: …

May: You going to give me a ring now, or what?

#rwby #jaune arc #jeanne arc #lie ren #nora valkyrie #jaune x ren #ren x jaune #rwby martial arcs

[farity]

Let's Pretend, part 10

"I would not wish to send you away, Aemond," Viserys said. "Mostly for selfish reasons. I have just come back to my family, and I should wish to get to know my children again."

Aemond's face gave nothing away, but he was glad of his father's words. Not necessarily because he believed his relationship with his father would be a good one now, there was too much cynicism in him to believe that, but because he felt as if he had just become settled and did not wish to begin again somewhere else.

"Very well, father."

"Marriage seems to agree with you." The king's eyes bore into him. "Is it true what I have heard? That it all began as a pretense?"

Without missing a beat, Aemond replied. "It began unexpectedly, because I had low opinions of marriage, given everything I have seen. But we are well suited and I am very glad to have found someone like her."

He saw the look in his father's face. Viserys didn't necessarily believe him, but he could tell he was getting nothing else from his son, so he nodded. "I am glad of it. Although she does not seem to entirely understand her new status - your mother has mentioned seeing her talking and laughing with one of the servants."

When Aemond said nothing, Viserys raised his hands. "I do not care, either. Go, I need to speak with Helaena."

Aemond tensed. "Helaena?"

"Aegon tells me it is his wish to no longer be married to her, and that she agrees, but I wish to hear what Helaena wishes going forward." He shook his head. "Why can't they just pretend-"

"Maybe we're all fucking tired of pretending," Aemond snapped.

Viserys glared at him, but said nothing for a few seconds. "I shall take your most articulate opinion into account."

Aemond shrugged. "You do not have to. But you keep saying you want a new beginning, so why proceed as you did before?"

* * * * *

He passed Helaena on his way out of his father's rooms, and as usual, she went to him, pressed a kiss on his cheek. "My dear Aemond."

"Sweet sister," he replied, kissing her forehead. "Do not be afraid of speaking your mind, you deserve everything you wish for."

He left her, a small smile on her pretty face, and went towards his rooms.

To his surprise, he found his niece sitting on the floor with his wife, and Jaehaera's nurse sitting a few steps away.

"Pretty!"

"And if you make these little Vs over here, it looks like birds," his wife was saying.

Jaehaera laughed and he felt something tugging at his heart. "Aemond!" she exclaimed, standing up and rushing to him, arms up for him to lift her.

"How is my sweet niece?" He lifted his niece and walked over to where his wife had stood and placed a kiss on her lips. "And my delightful wife?"

"We're painting!" the little girl said. "Want to see?"

He put Jaehaera down and she ran to get her latest masterpiece while he ran a hand down his wife's hair. "We are staying here. I hope that is agreeable to you."

"Look!"

He took the piece of paper depicting a field of flowers, everything so colorful that he had to smile. "Very pretty, Jaehaera!" he said, kissing the top of her head. He exchanged a smile with his wife, who was watching him closely.

Jaehaera ran out, followed by her nurse, who closed the door as she left, and he turned to his wife. "My heart," he said as she rose on her tiptoes and kissed him. "As I mentioned, father wants to keep us around to renew our familial bonds." He couldn't help the trace of sarcasm that slipped into his words.

She wrapped her arms around him. "You know, being that close to death might have scared him into making a change or two," she said gently. "I'm not saying he's going to be a completely changed man or it will be easy, but maybe give him a chance."

"You are sent by the Seven themselves, I swear." He pulled her in for another kiss, his hands lowering to cup her ass. "Although my thoughts about you are often anything but holy." He kissed her neck, felt her hips press against him and he hauled her up to take her to their bed.

Before she could undo the laces on her gown, he'd pushed her skirts up and begun to kiss the inside of her thigh. While he nipped at her skin, he ran the back of one finger ever so gently between her legs, and she whimpered. He began making small circles, his knuckle rubbing against the knot of nerves that could undo her.

"Oh," she whispered while he pushed her down onto the bedcovers. "That is, oh, that is wicked."

He laughed, going higher up on her thigh, until her could replace his finger with his tongue. "What is wicked," he said, "is my wanton wife spread like this in the middle of the day," he swept his tongue over her and she trembled. "So beautiful wet for me," he continued, "so ready for me. Do you think you would be this wet for anyone else on your damned list?" He pushed two fingers in and she gasped. "Answer me."

"Aemond," she breathed, and he spread his fingers inside her, making her whimper again.

"You will answer me, sweet wife."

"Only you. There's only you, Aemond."

He hummed against her, curling his fingertips. "Shall I make sure you remember that, my heart?"

"Yes, please," she panted, reaching down to grab his hair.

He tasted her, devoured her, until she swooned, going limp with pleasure, her body wholly his. Beyond her beauty, beyond her wit, he loved her heart, and that she had chosen to give it to him.

After, he held her against him, smiling as he remembered the day he had first read that slip of a note that had changed his life.

END

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[sortofanobsession]

omg I’m so glad you’re alive and I hope you’re feeling better. Can’t wait to read your Ted lasso writing again<3

Author's Note: ask and you shall receive...

Content warning: injury, hospital, surgery, anxiety, fear, cussing (it's Roy so duh) Crying.

Paring: Roy/Jamie

No Show Roy-o

Jamie paced the locker room. The team just watching him. 

Everyone's eyes snap to the door when someone starts to open it but they are disappointed when Ted and Beard walk in. The two coaches look at each other and then the team before heading into the office. 

"Okay, something is wrong," Ted says as he sets his backpack down. 

"Clearly," Beard replies. 

Ted watches the team through the window and notices all the attention on Tartt. Well, then he knew where to start.

"What's wrong, Jamie?" Ted asks as he approaches the striker. 

"Roy didn't show for training this morning and he isn't here yet."

"Has he ever missed before?" 

"The man actually lives to wake me up at 4 am to order me around," Jamie states. "No, he never misses. Not without a text at least."

"Did you call him?"

"I'm not daft," Jamie huffs. "Several times. No answer. Now it goes to voicemail."

"Some of us tried too," Isaac says. "Nothing."

"Keeley hasn't been able to ring him either," Jamie says. "Should I call his sister?"

"You have his sister's number?"

"For emergencies, and Phoebe," Jamie admits. 

"Hold on, you have contact with Roy's niece?" Ted asks. "She's what? 8?"

"That's really the important part to you now?" Jamie asks.

"Kinda, odd friendship there," Ted admits. 

"She insists I'm Roy's best friend, and Roy says it's for emergencies. She has a very different definition of emergencies, like you said, she's 8."

"Okay, fine," Ted says. He could let that go for now.  

"Do you think this counts as an emergency?" Jamie asks. 

"Let's see if he is doesn’t show, not just later than normal," Ted says. 

But when time comes to head out to the pitch and Roy still isn't there Jamie cracks and texts Roy's sister. She texts him back that she'll check his place. And that gives Jamie some reassurance as he begins training. He gives Ted his phone in case she or Roy calls. Ted initially thought it was silly, but about an hour in she does call. She tells Ted that Roy wasn't there and the fact he isn't answering for her is unusual. Roy would never ignore a call from her or Phoebe. But she also insists that Roy can handle himself. And she'll let them know if she hears anything. And that makes Ted a bit nervous. They were just about to take a break when Phoebe called Jamie. She is crying and Ted actually does call Jamie over for this one. And Jamie, still in his kit, drags Ted inside. Changes only his boots while still on the phone and whispers to Ted to get what he needs. 

"Where are we going?" Ted asks but does as Jamie says because something feels very wrong here. 

"The fucking hospital," Jamie hisses, not to be mean but more so Phoebe doesn't hear. 

"Oh, that's bad, yeah, let's go." Ted nods and follows Jamie’s lead. 

"We're on the way Phoebe, just stay there." 

Phoebe runs over and hugs Jamie when she sees him.

"Hey, Phoe," Jamie says and despite the fact she is 8 years old, Jamie hauls her up into his arms for a hug. And Ted is almost envious of how easy that seemed for him. But Ted is still very confused. "You remember Coach Ted?" Jamie asks her. She nods as Jamie sets her down. 

"Hi Phoebe," Ted says. "Are you okay?" Ted asks. 

She shrugs and looks over. Ted sees a doctor he had met before, but she looked out of place in street clothes. 

"Hey, Doc." Jamie hugs her. "What happened?"

"Still trying to sort that out," she says.

"You're Roy's sister?" Ted finally asks. 

"Oh sorry, yeah, Coach Lasso, Doc. Doc, Coach Lasso."

"Thanks Jamie," Ted says at the less than helpful introduction but Jamie is already being pulled away to the waiting area by Phoebe. 

"How much did Jamie tell you?" 

"Absolutely nothing," Ted admits. 

She shakes her head. "Right, Roy was brought in about a half hour ago. A friend of mine on shift recognized him and called me. They think he was hit by a car but we have no idea."

"Oh wow, I am so sorry, that-" Ted starts to say but she stops him.

"Thank you, he's in surgery now, I assume you will want to let Ms. Welton know. He might be out for a while."

"Yeah, right, good calls must run in the family," he says. 

"Something like that," she says before going to check on Phoebe. 

She leans in and whispers to Jamie that Roy is in surgery and it's a waiting game now. 

Ted calls Rebecca and Beard, then Keeley. Keeley is there in less than twenty minutes.

"Keeley?" Jamie asks when he sees her. She hugs Phoebe and then him. 

"Ted called," she says and smacks his arm. 

"What was that for?"

"You didn't call me!"

"I was busy with her," Jamie says, gesturing to Phoebe. Thankfully she had her headphones on and was curled up in a chair. 

"Fine, that is an acceptable excuse. Here," she hands him a bag. "I ran by Nelson Road and got your stuff. Sam had made sure it was packed up. They're all pretty worried."

"They aren't the only ones," Jamie glances at Phoebe. 

"Does Ted know?" 

She glances out the window to where Ted was clearly on the phone with Rebecca or Higgins.

"Know what?"

"About you and Roy?" She says.

"Nah, didn't know if I should tell him. We haven't talked about it."

"Well, I think this might genuinely blow your cover."

"Hasn't yet," Jamie says.

"Jamie, I know you. You're managing right now because of Phoebe, but the minute you see him, you-"

"I know," Jamie seems to deflate. "I am trying so hard but-" 

"Oh babe," she hugs him and grimaces. "I love you, Jamie but do us all a favor and change. I'll stay with her."

"Yeah, right, okay," Jamie says as he heads to the toilets to change. 

"Where's Jamie?" Ted asks when he gets back.

"Changing out of his kit, Ted there is something I need to tell you, the boys might get mad, but Jamie is going to need someone and as much as he tries to hide it he is terrified."

"Okay, lay it on me," Ted says.

"Roy and Jamie have been secretly dating since just after international break."

"Wow," Ted says. "That's…new information." He admits. "Does explain why he has Roy's sister in his phone. And why he was so worried when Roy didn't show up for training." 

"They were keeping it a secret because well, for a lot of reasons, but I believe that ship might have sailed based on the fact Jamie didn't even change out of his kit."

"Did change his boots," Ted says.

"Probably not easy to drive in," she says.

"Probably," Ted agrees. 

"Please don't make a big deal out of it, Jamie wasn't going to say anything because he wasn't sure if Roy would want him to, but Jamie brought you for a reason. He brought you because he trusts you and Roy trusts you. And I know you won't hold this against them."

"Heck no, I'm glad they have each other, just surprised is all. You think Jamie is just a ticking time bomb in this one?"

"Definitely," Keeley nods. "And I'm not sure what will set him off."

"Thanks for the heads up, I'll keep this between us unless something happens."

"Thank you, Ted." 

Keeley heads back to work after they promise to keep her in the loop. Roy's sister comes back a bit later to tell them that Roy was out of surgery but it would be a bit before anyone could see him.

"You should be at training," is the first thing out of Roy Kent's mouth when they walk in. He glares at Jamie. 

"Uncle Roy!" Phoebe rushes over and hugs him as best as she can.

"Hi, Phoebe," he says before looking at Jamie. 

"You really think I would stay at training after they called me?" Jamie challenges.

"Yes, not much you can do here," Roy says.

"How hard did that car hit you?” Jamie narrows his gaze at him. “Because clearly your brain is rattled, old man." 

"How you feeling, Roy?" Ted asks to get the two to quit being so grumpy.

"Like I got hit by a car," Roy states.

"You did," Phoebe sniffles. 

"I'm okay, kid," he says. Earning a scoff from Jamie. Roy glares at him. "You should-"

"Oh, Jamie Tartt's not going anywhere," Ted assures him. "Rebecca already knows you'll be out for a while, and sorry boys, but the cats out of the bag on this one."

"You told him," Roy glares at Jamie again.

"I did not," Jamie looks just as shocked. 

"Keeley told me," Ted says. "Because she was worried Jamie was handling it too well."

"Of course she was," Jamie complains. 

"You did cry, like a lot earlier," Phoebe says. 

"Thanks for that, Phoe," Jamie says, his tone less than amused at being called out by a literal child.

"Phoebe, why don't you help me find your mom and call Keeley," Ted says. 

She seems to weigh her options.

"And stop by the vending machines," Ted adds.

"Okay," she hugs her uncle again before following Ted out. Roy looks over at Jamie and can tell he really is hanging in by a thread.

"I'm fine," Roy says. And Jamie doesn't even say anything, just crawls in the bed beside Roy. Roy grunts but manages to shift a bit to make them both fit. "Better?" Roy asks once Jamie is practically molded into his side. 

"Yes, much," Jamie says and he buried his face in Roy's shoulder. 

"Why am I not surprised?" Roy's sister says when she walks in. 

"Not my idea," Roy says.

"Not complainin' though, yeah?" Jamie counters.

"Tear his stitches and I'm banning you myself, Tartt," she says.

"Ouch, Doc," Jamie says. "But fair."

She hums as she sets to checking his vitals. 

“Pain?” She asks.

He grunts.

“Roy,” she starts but Jamie beats her to it. 

“It's either now or you have to admit it when Phoebe gets back,” Jamie says. And whether it is because he's right or that Jamie's so close to losing it Roy knows he needs to answer. 

“Fine, 6.”

“Right,” his sister says.

She makes a few notes.

It was quiet again when she left. 

“Are you mad?” Jamie asks.

“That I got hit by a fucking car?” Roy counters. That seemed like an obvious question. Of fucking course he was. He could have died. His mind circles back as Jamie shifts. 

“That people know,” Jamie corrects. “About us.”

Roy considers it as best he can with painkillers in his system. And he really doesn't fucking care because Jamie is there with him and despite how he was acting before he was glad he was there. It had been terrifying to think he might die when he has people that need him. 

“No,” Roy finally answered. “Needed you here, and if that's the fucking cost. Fine.”

“Good, because I think the team knew something was up, but that might have been because I couldn't sit still.”

“When have you ever fucking sat still?” Roy posits.

“This was worse,” Jamie tells him. “I'm sure Will is going to be pissed at the state of my boots. Pacing constantly on a hard surface.”

“Well get you new fucking boots,” Roy assures.

“Least of my worries, love,” Jamie admits, carefully shifting so he can see Roy's face. “Scared the shit out of me when I couldn't- you weren't answering. No one could find you. You never-”

“Fuck,” Roy says because Jamie has tears streaming down his face and he hates when that happens. He hates that it's because of him, even if he had no say in what happened to him. Despite the ache it causes Roy reaches up and brushes as many of those tears away as he can without risking his stitches. “I'm-”

“Don't!” Jamie starts to pull away. The striker knew what he was about to say. Jamie vehemently shakes his head, causing Roy's hand to have to fall back to the bed. “You are not fucking fine, Roy,” Jamie states, and it was clear what little hold Jamie had on his feelings was slipping. “Because I’m not! Phoebe isn’t either. You nearly died! I can't…do you think I want to do any of this shit without you? Because I fucking don't.”

“Not fucking asking you to,” Roy says, and it probably comes out more aggressive than he intended because Jamie was no longer tucked against his side. The footballer was on his feet, having wound himself up to pacing again. And Roy's chest always gets tight when Jamie does that shit. He needs Jamie to be okay. But he knows he probably said that wrong when Jamie glares at him. 

“You didn't fucking have to,” Jamie retorts. And that's fair. 

“Fucking hell,” Roy grumbles, attempting to sit up so he can better track Jamie's movement. 

“Don’t do that,” Jamie grumbles as he moves back to help him. “Hurt yourself and your sister will boot me.”

“Then quit fucking pacing,” Roy tugs at Jamie's arm until he sits on the edge of the bed. Roy sighs, ignoring the ache in his ribs as he does. 

“I'm not fucking dying, Tartt. Fucking doctors made sure of it.”

“Barely,” Jamie says.

“But they fucking did, and that's fucking that.”

Jamie scoffs but doesn't bother arguing. He was anxious and still thinking about how much worse things could have been, and how much could still go wrong.

“Look at me, Tartt,” Roy demands. Jamie does. “I know this is a fucking mess, but I will be fucking fine. You know why?” Jamie shrugs. “Because you lot won't stop until I am. You, my sister and Ted fucking Lasso, are all fucking determined. Throw in Keeley and that fucking team. I probably won't get a fucking quiet moment til I'm back at the dog track. So fucking do it.”

“Are you telling me to take care of you?” Jamie asks. 

“Going to fucking do it anyway, yeah?”

“Of course,” Jamie nods. “What do you need me to do?”

“You're here, so things are already fucking better,” Roy states. That has warmth spreading through Jamie's chest because Roy has less filter than most, but it would appear he has even less now. And it's oddly sweet.

“Yeah, I'm here,” Jamie says as he shifts to prop his knee up on the bed and takes Roy's hand in his. The fact Roy seems to relax even more has Jamie smiling for what feels like the first time all day. “And you heard the gaffer, I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me.”

“Good, going to need help with the kid,” Roy says. “She is going to be impossible to get rid of.”

“Don't lie Kent, you love every second of it. You love that kid.”

“Not the only fucking one,” Roy states. 

“That loves Phoebe? Of course not, she's adorable and-”

Roy squeezes his hand. 

“That I love, you fucking muppet. Sometimes I wonder why but fucking hell, Tartt. I fucking love you.”

Jamie grins. “Fucking love you too, you prick.”

Roy tugs him until Jamie lays back down beside him. There is a knock at the door. Jamie goes to get up but Roy doesn't let him. 

“Well aren't you two adorable,” Ted says as he and Phoebe come in. 

“Fuck off, Lasso,” Roy grunts.

“Uncle Roy,” Phoebe starts.

“I know, kid,” Roy says. 

“Your mum probably knows where his wallet is more than he does,” Jamie says.

“Could probably finally cash out that tab I've heard about,” Ted adds.

“Oi, don't give her fucking ideas.”

“That's two,” Ted states. 

“Fucking hell,” Roy mutters, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back against the pillows. 

“Three,” Phoebe giggles. 

“I got you,” Jamie quietly tells Roy. Jamie grabs his wallet from his locker and tosses it to Phoebe. Phoebe gives him a look. “He's been through it, so I'll take the hit for him.” Jamie grins. Phoebe just shrugs and takes three quid from him.

“Now he owes you,” Phoebe says, setting his wallet on the table by his phone, which he had set aside to focus on Roy when he initially crawled into the bed. 

Roy glares at him, but it doesn't bother the striker. 

#tw: injury #tw: hospitalization #tw: hospitals #tw: hit by car #tw: crying #tw: cursing #tw: cussing #tw: fear #tw: anxiety #tw: medical procedures #tw: medical emergencies #tw: medical treatment #tw: medication #tw: mentions of death #ted lasso fic #royjamie #jamie x roy #roy x jamie #jamieroy

[cyarsk5230]

heavyhitterheaux 

Dec 23, 2022

She Gotta Complex

AN: These two need their own podcast 😭😭

Synopsis: Complex interview with Jack and Druski featuring Jack talking about his long term girlfriend

Requested by: my little sister @softtcurse (I hope you love this) ❤️

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You were currently on set with your boyfriend Jack as well as Druski for their Goat Talk interview with Complex. The last few days had been a lot for you seeing as you had been finishing up taking your finals and was thankful that the semester was finally over with. Your body was still trying to recover from what it had gone through for sixteen weeks and you had the entire summer off before going back again in the fall.You were currently scrolling through your phone replying to text messages as you felt a presence behind you.

“Dru, go away.” You said while rolling your eyes before you started laughing.

“I didn’t even do anything! And how’d you know it was me?!”

“I never believe anything that comes out of your mouth and I’m definitely not about to start believing it now. I have eyes in the back of my head from watching my nieces and nephews so I see everything even when I’m not looking.”

“Druski! Leave my girl alone!” You heard Jack say before throwing something at him.

“I just wanted to greet her properly! I haven’t seen her in like a year!”

“Okay, now you’re lying because you saw me last month.” You replied while making your way to sit down on the side next to Neelam and Urban.

“Well it feels like a year!”

“Will you two come on so they can get started?” Neelam asked before rolling her eyes.

“I’m actually surprised that Dru is here on time. You know he’s usually always late.” Urban added and all Druski did was once again roll his eyes.

“Because yall went and got him, that's why.”

“No Druski slander will be tolerated!”

“Hold on!” Jack said before coming over towards you and leaning down to kiss you and you couldn’t do anything but smile. 

“Okay, I’m good now. We can start.”

“SIMP!” Druski yelled towards him and all the two of you did was roll your eyes.

“And that’s why you’re single!” You yelled back at him and he held up his arms in defense.

“I could have a girlfriend if I wanted to!”

“And I can’t wait until you get one so we can call you a simp and terrorize you like you do us.”

“I don’t even be terrorizing yall. Dramatic as hell.”

“I know you not about to sit up and lie.”

“I tell no lies.”

“Druski, come sit your ass down so we can start.”

—

“Goat sex position?” Jack asked while looking down at the card in front of him.

“Wow… you were thinking about this for the longest?” Druski said while busting out laughing.

“Years actually.”

“Well it’s super easy for me, don’t have to do too much. You kinda scoop under and come from the side, one leg up. It’s effective, you can actually be half sleep and she rolls over on you.”

“Oh, so it starts with spooning?”

“Yeah, right from the side. Now what were you thinking mine was?”

“I thought that it was going to be what mine is, you know what they call me.”

Druski had a confused look on his face while trying to think.

“My tik tok name.”

“Ahhh, missionary Jack. Is that your favorite or is that just your go to?”

“I like a lot of them and Y/N can tell you since she’s sitting right over there, but…..

“No the fuck he did not just say my name.” You muttered while looking over at Urban who was trying not to laugh.

“I know her favorite is probably reverse cowgirl.”

“OH! Y/N! Your man is over here telling all your damn business!”

“Well if he doesn’t shut up, I don’t plan on doing anything reverse on him tonight!” 

“Stop lying because I am definitely about to bend you like a pretzel when we leave here.”

“JACKMAN, FOCUS!”

“Okay, okay!” Jack replied as he held up his hands in defense.

"Hmm Goat childhood toy?"

"He man castle."

"What the? What the hell is that?"

"You never heard of it?" Jack asked while trying not to laugh.

"No definitely not, and mine is bop it."

"Oh definitely a classic. Makes me think of Y/N and all her damn Bratz dolls that she still has to this day."

"Since when am I involved in this interview? And no Bratz doll slander will be tolerated!"

"And her favorite is Jade. She has about 20 damn versions of that one."

"Jackman! Watch yourself!"

"And don't even get me started on her Hello Kitty, Sanrio obsession. I can't even imagine how much money I've spent on those." 

"Druski! Read the next card before I kick my boyfriend's ass for acting outta pocket!"

"How am I acting outta pocket if it's true!?"

“Urban, get your best friend before I do.” You said turning towards him and all he did was hold his hands up in defense.

“Okay, settle down you two. Goat rapper? I’ve heard you say a few names but of all time.”

“Damn, um. Definitely Drake.”

“You are such a fucking Drake groupie. I swear if he wasn’t with me, he would date him.”

“Y/N, I swear when we get done…..”

“You not about to do a damn thing.”

“Anyway, go ahead Druski. And watch your answer, you got friendships on the line here.”

“Uhh, Dj Unk?”

“What?!”

“Dj Unk!”

“I mean the man is a legend so okay, I’ll take it.”

“Okay, next card.”

“Goat vaccination spot?” Jack said looking at the card confused.

“What?”

“I don’t know man, I guess they’re trying to get political.” Jack replied before turning the card towards Druski so that he could see it. 

“That says vacation, not vaccination, dumbass!”

“Oh, my fault.”

“Your boyfriend is slow as shit sometimes.” Urban whispered to you and you couldn’t do anything but laugh.

“That’s my man and imma stick beside him.”

“We know.” Neelam added while laughing.

“Okay, Goat Jack Harlow song?”

“Easy, Luv is Dro. Your voice, the lyrics, everything.”

“Thank you man, appreciate that. I think for me it’s Keep it Light. I love certain songs because of how they sound and love other ones because of the lyrics and that one just incorporates both.”

“CONFETTI AND LOOSE SUPREMACY! SYLVIA ALL DAY!”

“For her to scream she’s not a part of the interview, she surely is answering all the questions.”

“Druski, watch it! I will kick your ass!”

“She’ll do it too. Don’t put it past her.” Jack answered while laughing and then relaxing back in his seat.

“You supposed to defend me.”

“Defend you from my girl? So she can kick my ass too? Nah, I’ll sit this one out.”

“Okay last card. Goat snack food?”

“Not cheeze its but the knock off brand cheese nips.”

“Like that’s your greatest of all time?”

“Yeah, they’re top tier. And I already know what your answer is going to be.”

“What’s my answer going to be?” Jack curiously asked and Druski simply pointed at you.

“Right over there.”

“What the?! HEY!” You screamed while looking at the two of them.

“Nah, that’s not a snack, my girl is a whole meal that I plan on devouring after we leave here.”

“JACKMAN! BEHAVE!”

“I am behaving! But food wise, definitely garden salsa sun chips.”

“This was a hot ass mess from start to finish.” You said while looking over at Neelam who couldn’t believe the chaos that occurred over the past twenty minutes.

“Are we even surprised at this point when these two are involved?”

“No, no we are not.”

“Baby! Let’s hurry up and leave so we can recreate the Luv is Dro music video.”

“Yall are disgusting from the time yall wake up until the time yall go to sleep.” Druski said before rolling his eyes.

“Sounds like something a single person would say, huh?”

“I’m tired of the Druski slander!”

“Not slander, just calling it like I see it.” You said while smiling up at him.

“We can recreate it as long as you show me your goat vaccination spot.” You said as Druski busted out laughing and Jack rolled his eyes.

“Oh, imma show you the spot alright.”

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[mariatesstruther]

When Joel’s settled in and he and Maria are on their way to becoming best friends, they dedicate their free time to teasing Tommy whenever they can. Joel tells her all the embarrassing stories from when Tommy was younger that he was too embarrassed to tell his wife, and Maria tells him stories from more recent, like how he embarrassed himself when he started flirting with her.

Also, Joel totally makes joking comments like ‘Tommy, you’re just lucky you met her first’

okay anon. bestie. i literally screamed at this it is 7 am and i at squealing like a pig in my bedroom rn because YES. JOEL FLIRTING WITH MARIA TO BOTHER TOMMY?? FUCK YES. so so so funny to me

i tried to write a little fic to show how similar and funny joel and maria would be together regarding teasing or chewing out tommy, and anon because this gave me joy, i hope i can return the favor with this!

this is what i’d imagine it would be like if both joel and maria had to deal with an injured tommy:

“Tommy goddamn Miller!” Joel bellows, because of fuckin’ course he does. Goddamn drama queen.

“Oh, here we go.”

“Did I not tell you five times, you stupid goddamn idiot, that the Davis’s fuckin’ roof was too unstable for us to fix?”

“Joel, I know. I got a broken fuckin’ leg here already. You really don’t need to—“

“And did I not repeat myself three times when I said I think we should wait on fixing the leak until we can find a way to reinforce the structure?”

“…”

“Well?”

“…”

“Did I not say that three fuckin’ times, Tommy?”

“Apparently you did, Joel.”

“Then why don’t you go on and explain to me, God, and all the nurses in here why in the hell you would decide to just mosey on up there anyways?”

“I wasn’t trying to—! I thought I coul—,”

“You thought you could? You thought you could, right, okay. Do you remember when you thought you could jump off of the Dillon’s roof, drunk off your ass at your graduation party?”

“It was into their pool!”

“It was stupid, is what is was. You had three compound fractures, Tommy. You got a fuckin’ concussion —I’m not arguing about that again, for fuck’s sake.”

“You brought it up.”

“Tommy.”

“What?”

“Tommy.”

“Okay, okay! M’Sorry, sorry, geez! I thought I could at least get high enough to see what needed repairing from the top without getting too close to the weak spot, okay? How was I supposed to know the whole goddamn roof would come down?”

“I fuckin’ told you I thought the roof might come down yesterday, Tommy.”

“Oh, really? You did? How many times?”

Joel gave him a flat look. “You’re not funny.”

“My niece would beg to differ. Where is she, anyway?”

“Still out cleanin’ the stables with Jesse and Dina. Should be here soon, though. I asked a nurse to find her and tell her to meet us here.”

“Oh, come on, Joel, don’t! That’s just gonna worry her! I’m fine!”

“You’re in an infirmary bed, Tommy, with a broken goddamn leg. You ain’t fuckin’ fine.”

“Yeah, well, the Dillon’s pool was way worse.”

“Wha—No it wasn’t! Either way, you shouldn’t have fuckin’—I am not gonna argue with you about that again—,”

“Tommy Miller!” Maria’s voice, a dangerous mixed of urgently worried and pissed off, interrupts Joel’s ranting.

“Shit,” Tommy mumbles once, just before she comes in. Joel smirks pointedly at him, which he chooses to ignore. He tries his best to give her a charming smile, the one that usually works to at least soften her up a bit. “Uh, hey Hone—“

“Don’t fucking hey Honey me, you fuckin’ Miller! You fell through a goddamn roof?”

“No! Or, er—not really. Kind of.”

“What the fuck do you mean, kind of?”

“Well, first off, I’m completely oka—“

“You have a broken leg, Tommy.”

“Shut up, Joel, I’m mostly fine—,”

“What happened?” Maria interrupts them again.

“Well. Technically, uh—,”

“Technically he fell off the roof, ma’am. Piece he was usin’ to climb up wasn’t stable, so he slipped. Slid straight off it, I heard—,”

“Fuck off, Joel.”

“Which is actually worse for you than falling straight down, I think. Technically.”

“I swear to God, Joel, you better shut your stupid mouth, or I’ll—,”

“Or you’ll what? What’re you gonna do, roundhouse kick me on one leg?”

“I’ll kick you somewhere, that’s for fuckin’ sure—,”

“Boys,” Maria stopped them.

“Sorry,” they both mumbled sheepishly.

Maria just closed her eyes, heaving out a sigh and putting her face in her hands.

Tommy grimaced at her rare show of stress. She often didn’t like letting anyone see her worry, not even him and Joel, despite how close the three have become. “Really, baby. It’s okay. I’m just fine.”

“It’s okay, I’m just fine,” she mocks sarcastically, accent at all. It makes Joel laugh, as always, which at least brings a small smile to her fact. “Tommy. You’re in a hospital bed with a broken leg, and Esther just told me you might have a concussion. You’re not fine.”

Joel gives him a pointed look at the repeat of his own words from earlier, and Tommy has to resist sticking out his tounge. Still, he can’t quite bring himself to complain about their smothering—not in the face of this much love. He shuts up and accepts it.

#what is she gonna do with those two #joel and maria best friend agenda #asked and answered #THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON ILY ILY ILY #gonna write a whole entire fic abt the ways joel and maria bonding makes tommy feel #he’d be so happy to have his families together into one #the millers #my writing #shall this go on ao3? it’s so short but it works in the tommymaria universe im tryna develop rn #tlou #maria miller #tommy miller #joel miller #jackson shenanigans #tlou hbo #the last of us #sorry if the spacing is weird im in mobile and copied from google docs #will fix later

[amloveabledeathmo]

I love all of your asks! Thank you so much for initiating! You always have interesting things to ask people so here's an ask for you in return. What is a funny thing that happened to you? For me, it was when I was working as a forestry technician and I had to go to the bathroom out in the wilderness. I told my male partner "don't look" and hopped into the bushes to do my business. I pulled my pants down to my ankles, braced myself against a big, old tree, and just as I was about to go... THE DANG TREE FELL OVER AND I FELL WITH IT! My partner yelled, "OMG CAN I LOOK NOW?" And I, with my pants round my ankles and lying on my back, was laughing too hard to yell anything back. Later on, he was retelling the story and said I peed so hard it took a tree down.

That's hilarious 😂. Using the outdoors to potty is always an adventure. When I was like 14 I used to do endurance races with my dad. Endurance races are horse rides that can include multiple levels; fun runs which are about one loop and 15 miles, limited distance is usually 20 to 30 miles, regular which are between 50 and 65 miles and usually at least three loops with some breaks between them, and finally there are 100 milers which are 100 miles and multiple loops and the only distance I never did. (There's also sometimes something that's like horse and rider and the rider runs next to the horse or something). Also these are not like race run fast, just for the safety of the horse a lot of the time is walking and trotting very little cantering or galloping(do so right in the last few miles is not illegal but everyone will talk and it will not be nice things).

Anyways on the longest loop during one of the rides we did out in the desert, my dad was talking to another rider who was with us at the time. My horse always lagged way behind, Ghazi gave zero fucks about the horses leaving him behind which is rare in horses. I found myself needing to pee and thought well I'll just wait till this dude decides to ride off or maybe I'll hold it till we get to the vet check. Nobody really cares about using the bathroom but I am quite shy so I did care about it and didn't even want to say anything with the other guy there.

About 30 minutes later I realized I was gonna pee in the saddle if I didn't find somewhere and discreetly started trying to get my dad's attention. Bladder is getting more urgent and dad is ignoring me so I just left the trail, went rather far out to find a hill to pee behind and struggled to get off Ghazi without peeing myself and him. He is not at all behind the hill let me tell you and he perks up when a couple riders go past on the trail. So I get done, get remounted, and am heading back to the trail when my dad and his horse King come flying down the trail.

Apparently even though I had been saying Dad hey Dad before I lagged behind and left the trail he never heard it and when him and the other dude caught up to a different rider he turned around and I was gone. He then rode backwards asking people if they'd seen me and they said no even though I saw them from my improvised potty.

Unfortunately for my mother the four riders that were now ahead of us got in to the vet check and started loudly saying Tom lost his daughter. As I was the only Junior in the ride, mom knew it was me and got to be worried until we came in and then my dad told everyone how it was all because I was embarrassed to pee near people and everyone laughed about it. It's funny now but it was embarrassing then.

What I mean by they weren't concerned about the potty is I've seen others just hand the reigns over to someone (and been the one to hold the reigns as well) and then just squat next to their horse to pee.

*Bonus story: Took my niece with me to the Dr's once when she was about 5 and the Dr asked me if I had kids and she very loudly and proudly proclaimed "Aunt A-- has dogs!"

#asks answered #ask answered #horse riding

[chrisevansdaughter]

What about Luna in some AU tackling teen pregnancy maybe? How would her and Chris deal with it?

Welcome to my first event for my sleepover event! This first request is something I haven’t done before so I just want to preface that it did take a lot of thought to be comfortable with this, but @f10werfae is an absolute angel. It’s slightly different to the ask but I hope you all enjoy this sleepover event! - K 🩵

Part of the Luna Grey Evans Verse

positive lines

Warnings: Talk of pregnancy, teen pregnancy, fear of being abandoned, panic, crying, anxiety.

Guest appearance form Uncle Scott and toby 🩵

Am I a disappointment? Will he be mad? Will dad disown me?

That’s all that was spiralling found in Luna’s head, she’s pregnant those positive lines staring deep into her eyes like they’re trying to burn and stay forever.

All she can hear is the shouting of her heart pounding in her head, the unthinkable she ever would would happen has.

She was pregnant.

They were careful, they thought her body couldn’t handle pregnancy. Her uterus too hostile but in some fucked up way apparently the unthinkable can still happen.

Happiness hit her like a train on a track, but coming towards her was the suffocating anxiety and unsettling sadness of no turning back. Something that should be the happiest moment of a females life. Her brain was telling her to run so she did with the test in hand and all the evidence to her uncles house.

Luna couldn’t face her dad right now, she didn’t even know if she ever could with this news; she thought Scott would be the rational one in this situation. She needed someone.

Just anyone, because by the end of this her dad in her brain could possibly not be her dad anymore.

Panting she knocks on her uncles door in tears, test in hand ready to break all over again.

“Luns, what - what’s wrong? Come here sunshine” Scott pulls her close concerned at what has his niece so worked up. “Hey sweetie, let’s go sit down Toby is here let’s just go calm down hmm and we can talk okay. He gives her the best reassuring sense he can while his mind runs at a million miles an hour trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

Then the penny drops.

Luna had placed something on the coffee table, he knows what it is without even having told to fully process what it was.

The blue capped, white stick stared back at him.. it makes him think of all those times he’d sit and wait with his anxious sisters for the most beautiful thing to become a reality.

Scott looked back at his niece, who was in a ball next to Toby - with great endearment. She was safe so how could’ve this happened but he’s not one to judge.

“Lou, you wanna talk about it?” He whispered coming in closer to comfort her using her favourite name he has for her.

All she can bring herself to say is “he’s going to hate me, he won’t love me anymore.” A small broken voice vocalised. He didn’t even have to ask who “he” was Scott’s stomach dropped twisting in despair for Luna. His Lou.

Hugging her tighter into his chest, he’ll say the same promise he’s always said.

“Listen to me Lou he won’t hate you - she squirmed in disagreement; I promise he’ll understand. He will, your dad is the most understanding person ever besides me of course.” Letting out a breathy laugh as he says it making Luna start to giggle too.

“Lou you know why he’ll understand?” He asked

“Why scotty, why will he” she tiredly questions

“Because he was the one who supported aunt Shanna when it happened to her.” The look on Luna’s face was the look of someone who was confused but not because of her aunt but because she’d never expected that specifically. She started to cry again.

“Hey I’m serious though Lou - he moves to wipe her tears away with the pads of his thumbs - he would, because grandma was confused and just couldn’t understand why it happened to her so early. But he was there though it all to support her even when she didn’t believe she could herself. He did it for her, he’d do it for you no questions asked. He loves you Luna, we all do.” He finished talking and kissed her on the nose to calm her more like he would when she was a baby; it worked then and it still does.

“Really?” Luna blurted out

“Really Lou, I promise. Pinky promise” Scott finished holding his pinky out.

An hour later, Chris had come over to Scott’s to get Luna. He knew she was there and he knew Luna wanted to tell him something.

That something he had no clue about.

“Bubba, what did you want to talk about?“ he questioned with a slight tilt of his head like the golden retriever he is.

“So you know Brandon, and how we are active and very protective” she whispered scared of what was going to happen. Scott squeezed her hand to let her know it was okay to continue. “Well I thought I missed my period because of how weird they are and sometimes they don’t appear, but I didn’t think much of it until my stomach felt weird, like I would be really tired and nauseous all the time. I thought it was my other meds but I took a test just because we are active and well….” She took a deep breath she was about to change the whole dynamic.

“Positive lines appeared. Bright positive lines” she starts to cry again. Chris stared in confusion but in pure joy and concern. Hell he was nervous but Luna was ten times worse right now. She just needed her dad.

“Sweet girl, it’s okay - she stared in disbelief Scott was right. - I promise we’ll get though this together whatever happens. - he says that knowing her endometriosis could hinder this situation - I take it Scott told you the story about aunt Shanna? He asked his beautiful girl.

“Mhmhm” that’s all Luna had the energy to reply with whilst she was essentially cocooned into Chris’ chest.

So you know, I love you always. We’re gonna get though this together as a family alright, do you wanna go get some curly fries and have a movie night in my bed?” Chris knew she’d say yes, it was her comfort and right now she needed all the comfort she could get.

“Yeah, thanks dad I love you” Luna replied smiling slightly at him

“I love you sunshine”.

I’m not saying I’ll ever do something like this again but it’s not completely off the table, I hope you guys enjoy this. Not only because it’s my first post of my sleepover but it’s my first proper post in months. Thank you to all who have stayed around whilst I’ve essentially ghosted my blog not because I wanted to but because I’m an adult with a life and a very adult job. I know i don’t have to explain myself but if you guys have any questions please don’t hesitate to ask! Also please send in an ask if you want to be added to the tag list not only for this but any of my other posts!

I can’t thank you all enough, enjoy 🩵

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Pregnant and emotional || Tom holland

Pairing: Husband/DadTom x pregnant reader

Unknown: Can you make one where Y/N is like 7months pregnant and is really emotional over something really silly or little things. Tom comes home and hears her crying then comforts her. And like during the day she gets emotional over everything as of her hormones being pregnant thanks :)

Me and Tom have been together for 5 years now and we have been married for over a year. After our wedding we planned that we would try for a baby. And now I'm 7months pregnant to a baby girl. When me and Tom found out I was pregnant we were so happy and so was his family. We're both 25 now, we're ready.

Being pregnant has been kind of hard for me. Luckily Tom has been with me every step of the way. I just worry that he will be at work filming when my water breaks. I don't want him to miss our baby girl being born.

His family are so excited for this baby, mostly his brothers. Harry always goes on about and I quote 'I will be the best uncle and always protect my niece she will love me the most!'. His family have been helping me through it all as well.

Right now I'm sitting on mine and Toms bed crying. To be honest I have no idea why, but I just came out of the shower and tried to brush my hair. Which was incredibly knotty.

"Fuck sakes Please just brush" I violently brush the big knot in my hair. I was sitting on the bed still in my towel. I was happy Tom wasn't here to see his wife crying because she couldn't brush her hair. He would think it's pathetic!

"Ugh forget it" I cry out, throwing the brush at the wall. I just sat there holding my towel to my body and sobbing.

Then my phone started ringing, I pick it up to see that Harry was calling me.

"Hello" I said trying not to sound sad. "Hey y/n you okay?" Harry asked obviously hearing my sniffles. "Y-yeah Im fine w-whats up?" I sniffed.

"TOM!" Harry shouted away from the phone.

"What!" I heard Tom shout back.

"Come here please! You told me call y/n but I think she's crying".

Tom was on set right now, that's why I didn't want to bother him. Luckily he is filming a movie in London, he decided it was best due to me being very pregnant. Normally he never has to come over to check me to see if Im okay, but he does it anyways.

Honestly all day I've been very emotional and it's probably all my hormones that's making me so emotional.

Tom took the phone off Harry. "Hey darling, are you okay? Is our baby girl alright!" I heard Toms worried voice.

"Y-yeah everything's fine. Harry is the one who called me" I sniffed, I am so bad at acting.

"Your crying I can tell. I know when your not okay y/n. I just wanna know Is the baby okay? Are you okay?"

"She's fine Tommy really. Go back on set"

"I'm coming home" he said.

I really didn’t want him to see me like this, "Nooo, Don't come here please" I begged now crying.

"Princess, If your upset I wanna make sure your okay. Your all I care about right now, okay. I'll be 15 minutes max. I Love you bye" He then put the phone down.

I just sat there crying more, thinking of how he's coming home because I'm being the baby. I didn't even realise that 15 minuets had passed so fast as I heard the door shut with footsteps. I was still sobbing into my hands, so I didn't even realise that Tom walked into the room.

"Princess what's wrong?" Tom sat next to me, moving my hands from my face so I can face him.

"Tom I told you go back on set" I look at him with a bit of a harsh tone, he didn’t mind though.

"Well I need to make sure both my baby girls are okay." He places his hand on my stomach that was covered by my towel. "You know you can tell me anything. Why you crying angel?" He wiped my tears.

"B-because this day is going so bad. First, I woke up a-and dropped my water all over me. Then I cried about that because I'm such a b-baby. Second thing i-is that in the shower I couldn't even wash my back properly. A-and now I can't brush my hair because of—of some stupid knot! that won't come out and now your here. Probably thinking why's my wife being a fucking baby because she can't do simple tasks. I just keep crying, I'm so emotional right now and your gonna just laugh" I ramble on full on sobbing.

"Hey, hey. Your not a baby for crying over certain things. And you should've called me If you was feeling very emotional today. I would never ever ever think that. I don't know what it's like being pregnant so I have no excuse to even laugh and I don't want to. Don't cry please. Because If your sad then our baby girl is and I will be" He kisses my forehead.

"I can't brush my hair" I cried into his chest.

"Here let me do it. Where's the brush?" I point to it on the floor by the wall. He then stand up, grabbing the brush from the floor,  standing above me. Tom brushed my hair carefully making sure he didn't hurt me. After he was done brushing my hair, he pulled out a pair of his joggers and a shirt for me to wear.

"Here put these on, I'm gonna set up a movie and i'll get you some snacks" He pecks my lips leaving the room.

I got my underwear on and then tried to pull the joggers up, however my bump was in the way so it didn't really help me.

"Tom?" I called, knowing he's the only one that can help me.

"Yes babe" He walked into the room seeing me with just my bra and panties on with the joggers half way up.

"Close your eyes!" I try hide my body but he doesn't listen, just walks over to me.

"Love, I've seen much more than this before. Do you want help beautiful?" he points to the joggers, I nod. Of course Tom has seen me fully naked before, I mean I am pregnant right now.

"I just feel ugly and fat" Shit, I didn't even mean to say that out loud.

Tom quickly pulled the joggers up then looked at me. "What! What did you just say" He looks at me, I just stay quiet. "You are the most sexiest, prettiest and most hottest girl i've ever known. Your pregnant not fat. Your so fucking stunning. Don't ever say that. Even the fans say you are beautiful ! Don't let anyone tell you different." he picks up my t-shirt and puts it over my head.

"I-I'm sorry" A tear fell down my cheek.

"n-no don't cry bubs or apologise. Just don't think about yourself that way, every inch of you is beautiful. I love you, okay"

"I love you too Tommy, so much. I'm so lucky to have you" I kissed him softly.

"I think I'm the one who's lucky Darling" he smiles into the kiss.

For the rest of the day we watch movies and Tom was there to comfort me. I love him so much and he's gonna be the best Dad ever. :)

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