#this would make a good phone screensaver

[andthendk]

Tribute piece for @xaphrin, you are keeping me ALIVE with A Dragon's Hoard 🥹😭💕Love you queen ✨✨

oh and this is the [before] sketch lmao iphone memo's seen better days...

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#damirae #damian wayne #raven #rachel roth #damian al ghul #dc #teen titans #dcamu #fanart #my art #art block has been so real #this would make a good phone screensaver #I tried my best to stay true to the descriptions in the first few chapters #HOPE I DID IT JUSTICE #I MIGHT DIE IF WE DON'T GET AN ENDING #chapter 7&8 were *chefs kiss* #perfection✨✨✨✨

[hedgehog-moss]

Just wanted to say I have been internet-less for a while now, due to damage from a thunderstorm, and it's not clear when the problem will be fixed! Hopefully by Monday but that's also what they said last week. At first I was able to find some 3G here by sitting perilously on the very edge of that one specific window on the 1st floor of the barn >

—but this no longer works for some reason. That's too bad because while I waited 5min for websites to load like it's 2001 I could watch the llamas bounce about and the chickens scour the pasture for insects, it was like having a real life Windows screensaver. But this week was very windy so I assume the elusive airborne internet in this corner of my barn has floated away elsewhere.

My next solution was climbing up to the plateau through the woods with my laptop under my arm to go sit in a pasture that's famous (to me and 1 neighbour) for having inexplicably good cell reception. It's funny because I sat nowhere near the road but Pandolf kept patrolling all over to check for enemies while I checked for emails so people driving by kept stopping their car and crossing the pasture to come say hi like, "I recognised your dog from afar!" I've had better luck keeping in touch with people I know via this great new social network called DogRun than via modern means of communication.

The guy who owns the pasture also came to say hi and when I told him what I was doing here, he looked at his phone and went like, wow, there /is/ great reception here, better than at my farm, I could come check my email here too. So this cow pasture is poised to become a trendy new coworking space.

But then I had to make a video call and that exceeded the capacities of even the great 3G Pasture, so I had to drive several km to sit under a tree a few hundred metres away from a village so I can leech their amazing urban 4G.

This is probably how a mediaeval peasant would make a Zoom call, once a week riding their donkey across the countryside to go sit in a field near the ramparts of the nearest fortified village and enjoy their feudal lord-sponsored high-speed connection.

#crawling along #just go to the library! you might say #i can no longer go to the library because i had to take a side in a Complex Rural Vendetta #until the dispute is resolved i have to get internet from cow pastures and that's just how it is

[chlorinecake]

⋆ ˚⁀➴ riize as first date clichés ―୨୧⋆ ˚

pairing ⟢ 라이즈 x fem!reader

contains ⟢ a kiss here and there, barely suggestive, mentions of food, around 120 words per member 📍

osaki shotaro - thrift shopping / mall date

He'd explore every clothing outlet in search of the perfect matching couples outfit, buying every item that caught your eye for longer than three seconds. He’d also end up styling you as if he was your personal fashion manager, taking a ton of pictures to later put as his phone screensaver. And then randomly, I can see him initiating a game of hide-n-seek in one of the larger sub-stores, having his eyes open the entire time as he didn't wanna risk losing you… After, both of you would enjoy cinnamon pretzels from the mall bakery while making silly wishes at the water fountain ♡

song eunseok - convenience store date

Despite the choice of location being below casual, Eunseok would make it his duty to give you the most romantic first date experience ever. He'd open the car door for you, making sure your seatbelt was on and the AC to your liking before driving to your neighborhood gas station, raiding the snack aisles and buying all of your favorite shelf foods. While enjoying microwaved ramen, canned drinks, and sandwich cookies, you two would talk for hours and never get bored, learning more about each other while simultaneously falling deeper in love ♡

jung sungchan - bowling / rollerblading date

He would constantly try to flex his bowling skills on you, taking pride in how he beat you by fifty points all why using his left hand… Though sometime later, you two would get lost on the skating rink, Sungchan’s large yet gentle hands resting at your hips as he guiding you across the floor, whispering things in your ear like “go slow for me, alright?” and “I’ve got you, princess.” Afterwards while sharing a plate of nachos from the bar, he’d tell the most cringeworthy dad jokes just go see your smile all over again ♡

park wonbin - karaoke night and bar

You two (luckily) had similar taste in music, so the song choices flowed well… not to mention how both of you were a bit tipsy from drinking at the bar earlier, so things got interesting pretty quickly. Wonbin would pull you close to him, gently resting his chin on the crown of your head as you both sang, his hand covering yours over the microphone. The vibrations from his throat would send butterflies through your stomach, making you fumble over the lyrics a bit which would only cause Wonbin to giggle even more ♡

hong seunghan - amusement park

Despite his intimidatingly good looks, Seunghan would make you feel totally comfortable around him. Winning you stuffed animal prizes would be the highlight of the night, aside from you two sharing carnival treats like funnel cakes and milkshakes as you explored all the attractions. He’d be super clingy and touchy, too, holding your hand everywhere you went so everyone knew you were his. And while waiting in line for a rollercoaster, I can see him hugging you from behind, kissing your head with his hands clasped in front of you, just to make sure you felt safe ♡

lee sohee - a picnic date (?)

His initial plan to take you to a fancy dinner turned into something you can hardly even explain now. Instead, you ended up going to the nearest park where your now picnic date began. Sohee would shamelessly gaze at you with the dumbest smile on his face as you spoke, or even blush a little if you had food on your face before wiping it away with his thumb, kissing you on the same spot. Then, you’d skip stones on the nearby lake, pick flowers together, and talk about anything and everything that comes to mind ♡

lee anton - chill house date

Anton’s a soft, sweet, and simple kind of guy, so a chill at-home get-together would be the perfect spot for your first date. While hanging in his bedroom that he decorated before you showed up, you two built legos and solved puzzles together while Anton asked you about your upbringing, also sharing things about himself. Afterwards, y’all would make a giant bowl of ice cream and bake pizza bagels to share while watching random TikTok’s together on the middle of his bedroom floor ♡

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[bandgie]

so this just popped up in my head

it can be chan, hyunjin, or minho but I'm not sure

"look up at the camera doll, tongue out, there you go, good girl"

while he's taking a picture of you 🥰

this is all of them, actually. but I think chan likes taking videos while saying it whereas hyunjin would need it as an art reference for later and minho would save it was his lock screen !

BANGCHAN! | "just like that doll, good girl."

POV shot. you on all fours with your unruly hair framing your face as you look up into the camera, eyes wide with his cock in your mouth. channie watches through the screen, pushing a few loose strands away as he softly rocks his hips deeper into your throat. there's just something about your teary eyes and hollow cheeks that does it for him. and when you make a little 'mmf!' sound when he reaches too far it makes his heart cock swell

HYUNJIN! | "stick your tongue for me, angel. yeah, just that like"

you're riding him. he moves his Sony camera towards your face instead of your pussy swallowing his cock. maybe the sudden attention should make you shy, but you're too drunk on pleasure to really care. your tongue is already lolling out of your mouth, so it doesn't really take much to listen to hyunjin's direction while drool trickles down your chin

MINHO! | "right here babe, right into the camera...there you go"

props his phone on a stand and has you facing it while giving you backshots. it's super intimidating to see nothing but the back of his phone, but your worries wither away at the feel of him stretching you. sometimes you turns your head to look at him and mewl, but he'll grip your hair and force you to stare into the camera. when he rewatches it, he'll see a certain frame that makes his cock jump and he just has to make it his screensaver.

#ask!skz #leeknow! #bangchan! #hyunjin! #poly!skz #skz smut

[shotmrmiller]

cbf!soap where you both agreed to get married if you're both single by a certain age... it's certainly not like he's derailed every single relationship you've ever had.

I love the idea that he does it by just being your best friend, someone too important in your life.

like he makes your boyfriends doubt the (not really) platonic relationship. which would be totally fair, because y'all spend too much time together

whenever you have an upcoming date with someone, johnny calls telling you he's sick and needs meds

your phone screensaver is a picture of him and you like at a park of something, johnny pressing a kiss to your temple.

he told you to put it, because don't you love him? is he not your best friend? look, hen, you're on my background :(

he bites his lip to keep from smiling like an idiot when you complain about how your now ex was paranoid and that you broke up with him because he started talking shit about johnny.

"ach, no one's good enough fer ye anyway, bonnie."

[wandanatsgf]

Why Won't You Love Me

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 708

Summary: You can tell your relationship is falling apart, but maybe there's still some hope for it

“I’m sick of always fighting, Wanda,” you say into the phone. Wanda was currently away for yet another mission, leaving you alone in your apartment for the millionth time.

“If you would just listen to me for once we wouldn’t be fighting,” she retorts back.

You can feel your frustration and anger rising and you knew you needed to hang up before you said something you’d regret.

“Whatever Wanda,” you say. You quickly hang up and put your phone on airplane mode, not wanting to deal with this right now.

You knew yours and Wanda’s relationship was falling apart. You were constantly fighting and arguing, but you didn't want to let her go.

You glance down at your phone to check the time and you see Wanda’s face, your screensaver. You had just gotten home one day and you saw your girlfriend cooking in the kitchen. She was singing and dancing along to a Taylor Swift song. She looked so happy you just had to take a picture. It quickly became your favorite picture of her, even though she hated it.

“What are we doing?” you say to yourself. You can feel tears threatening to fall down your face. You love Wanda and you don’t want to lose her. You just can't take the loneliness anymore. She was always away and it ate you up inside.

You switch airplane mode off and your phone starts to blow up.

"Why did you hang up on me?" the first message reads.

"Call me back," another says.

"I'm on my way home," the latest message says.

You're not sure whether to feel relieved or anxious. You sit in a brown armchair in the living room until you hear the front door open an hour later.

"Hi," you hear Wanda say.

"Hi," you greet back. You can feel the tension in the air.

"We need to talk," you say.

"I'm listening."

"I love you Wanda, I really do, but I'm so sick of feeling alone all the time," you let out. You can feel hot tears fall down your cheeks, but you pay them no mind.

"What are you talking about? You're not alone," she says, gesturing to herself.

"But I am, Wanda. You're rarely ever here anymore."

"That's not true and you know it."

"Yes, it is Wanda and we both know it, no matter what you say, you know it's true."

"Oh please I'm always here."

You can feel many tears falling down your face, some from sadness and some from frustration. Wanda just doesn't see it.

"What more do you fucking want Y/n," she yells at you as she sees your tears.

“I just want you to fucking love me,” you scream out. “I wake up alone, I go to bed alone. You’re never here Wanda. You’re always busy with missions. Something’s always more important and I’m sick of being the only person in this relationship.” You can feel the tension and anxiety roll of your back at your outburst. It felt good to no longer bottling up your feelings.

Wanda is silent. She doesn't say anything as she wraps her arms around you and kisses your head. You can feel yourself breaking down in her arms.

"I'm so sorry dorogoya. I didn't realize," you can hear Wanda's voice start to shake.

"Please let me make this up to you." Wanda pulls away from you and takes your face in her hands. "Please detka," she begs. She pulls out her puppy dog eyes, which she knows you can't refuse.

"Alright but you have a lot of making up to do," you say.

"I'll take the whole week off and spend it just with you and we can do whatever you want ok."

"Ok Wanda," you say. You bring her in for a hug and just enjoy the feeling of her body against yours.

"Now let's go to bed, I'm exhausted from all of this," you say. You drag Wanda with you to bed and cuddle up against her.

"I really didn't mean to hurt you baby. I just...I didn't realize what I was doing until I realized how it was affecting you."

"I know you didn't Wanda. It's alright. I'm not going anywhere," you reassure her. You place a gentle kiss on her cheek.

"I love you Y/n and I'm gonna make this right."

A smile forms on your lips. "I love you too Wands."

#wanda x reader #marvel #mcu #wanda maximoff x reader #lizzie olsen #elizabeth olsen #scarlet witch #scarlet witch x reader #angst with a happy ending #angst

[foolishlovers]

I saw your offer to give fic recommendations! Do you have any fluff favorites (especially south downs cottage related ones)?

hii yes i love to give fic recs 🥰

[you can request more fic recs here.]

here are some fluffy south downs good omens fics:

Routine by Burrahobbit (G, 700) In their South Downs cottage, Crowley and Aziraphale quickly fall into a routine, as they are wont to do. This particular morning, however, is different.

Taking Some Pictures or Something by his_infinitevariety (G, 2k) On a road trip to the South Downs Crowley gives Aziraphale his phone to take photos of the views. However, Aziraphale doesn't know how the phone works and spends all day accidentally posting to Crowley's Instagram story.

Parsley, Thyme, Sage, Daffodils by MostWeakHamlets (G, 3k) Aziraphale has a cooking show on the internet. It started out with three viewers, but now he's known as the happy grandfather that blew up overnight. Crowley occasionally makes cameos, has dedicated his garden to giving Aziraphale fresh herbs and vegetables, and struggles with living after the apocalypse. _ “Taste this, my dear,” Aziraphale said. He held a spoonful of jam to Crowley’s lips with his free hand cautiously under it, ready to catch any dripping. Crowley leaned forward to wrap his lips around the spoon. Most likely his shyness came from the small tender moments Aziraphale was not afraid of showing the world. It had been the topic of many long conversations after Aziraphale took Crowley’s hand in St. James Park, causing Crowley to freeze and break out in a cold sweat. Being discreet had always been their top priority. For 6,000 years, someone would have surely seen them if they embraced in the middle of London. But now, Aziraphale had assured Crowley, things were different. They no longer needed to hide, but Aziraphale would go as slow as Crowley needed him to. It was almost funny how their roles had switched after the apocalypse.

a city wall and a trampoline by kafkian (T, 4k) In their cottage in the South Downs, when Crowley eventually succeeds in getting Aziraphale to use a laptop, it takes Aziraphale literal hours to get past the default Windows screensavers of picturesque locations because 'oh, look, isn't it lovely, Crowley!' - 5 times Crowley knows he’s in love with Aziraphale + 1 time he knows the reverse.

Love Like Fools by animeangelriku (T, 4k)

One minute, Aziraphale is cataloguing some of his first editions, and the next one, he’s leaning against the bookshelf with one hand because he feels like the breath he doesn’t necessarily need (but is nonetheless used to taking) has just been knocked out of him.

He does not need to hold back his feelings for Crowley anymore. He does not need to hide his feelings for Crowley anymore. They’re on their own side now. Show Me The Sugar by WaitingToBeBroken (T, 4k) When the new "couple" moves in the cottage down the road, it's apparent to everyone what their Arrangement is. Rachel, the owner of the pet shop they had just visited, is not so sure anymore. Who was supposed to be the sugar father again?

Show me where the Nightingale sings by Sabotaged_Words (G, 6k) After settling into their new home in the South Downs there are still things to process for Aziraphale and Crowley before they can start a new chapter of their life. But winter is turning into spring. There is magic abroad in the air. And finally, the nightingale is back. some other fluff favourites:

Eden Nails by AppleSeeds (T, 8k) After learning that his incredibly attractive mysterious new neighbour Crowley runs a nail salon, Aziraphale goes there for a manicure and is thrilled when Crowley offers to do it for him personally.

A sweet world by NohaIjiachi (G, 11k) “Good morning!” the man chirped, with a smile that could light up an entire room. “It is such a beautiful day, today, isn’t it?” Crowley managed to hold back the pained groan he could feel rising from the depths of his throat. Small talk and joyfulness. It was too early for this. Morning people were insufferable. “D’you make coffee?” he asked instead, or maybe grunted. The man hummed. “I certainly can,” he commented lightly, turning around and opening an aquamarine painted cupboard.

a picnic plan for you and me by Anonymous (G, 20k) “It’s angel food cake,” he said. He waited. When Aziraphale did nothing but nod politely: “It’s funny, see, ‘cause-” “No, no, I get it.” Aziraphale nodded again. “Very funny.” “Oh, shut up, it is-” “May I ask what brought this on?” Crowley paused. “Can’t a guy just want to try baking?” (Or, Crowley makes Aziraphale food after the world doesn't end. It has absolutely nothing to do with how much he wants to make Aziraphale smile.) [you can find more fic rec masterposts here.]

#hope you'll enjoy these 💜 #good omens #good omens fic rec #good omens fic #good omens south downs #south downs #aziracrow #aziracrow fanfic #aziraphale x crowley #answered #foolish recs #go fic masterpost #foolishlovers

[daisies-daydreams]

141 + König x reader finding out we took a secret photo of them and set it as our phone’s wallpaper? this is something I totally would do

Pairing: König/TF 141 x F!Reader Category: Fluff Warnings: Descriptions of breastfeeding (Ghost’s only), Brief mentions of nudity (non-explicit) Word Count: 1.2k+

A/N: Hello there! It’s so good to hear from you again! I loved this request, there were so many fun/fluffy scenarios I thought of. 🥰 I hope you enjoy!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

König 

The two of you were snuggled on the deck of König’s cabin. The snowy Alps stood proudly in the distance as a blanket of morning fog rolled over the valley. 

“Could you please get my phone, hon? I want to take a picture of the mountain range,” you smiled sweetly. König nodded before pressing a small kiss to your temple. 

“Of course, mein Liebling,” he grinned. He stepped back inside and grabbed your phone. The giant man hummed when he saw your screen light up with a picture of you and him lying on a picnic blanket. His cheeks dusted with pink as he remembered that day: the two of you out for a lunch in the park. 

He was so exhausted from his last mission that he fell asleep not long after his first bite. König’s heart softened a little as he laid eyes on you kissing his cheek while he slept, a patch of strawberry jam still lingering on the corner of his mouth. He smiled as he stepped back outside.

“What are you smiling about?” you giggled.  

“Oh, nothing,” König chuckled as he handed you your phone. You raised a brow before swiping left and opening your camera. König sat down next to you again, watching as you took a few photos. “You’re a great photographer,” he grinned. You smiled sheepishly.  

“You think so?” you asked. Your love nodded before kissing the back of your hand. 

“I do…I really do,” he beamed. “Your screensaver says it all,” König added. Your eyes widened a little as you nearly dropped your phone. He chuckled as you fumbled around. 

“Y-You don’t think it’s weird?” you asked. The corners of König’s eyes creased as he smiled. 

“Nein, it’s adorable,” your love grinned ear to ear. 

Gaz 

Kyle huffed when his phone died right in the middle of him following a recipe. 

“Hey babe!” he called. 

“Yeah?” you replied with a stuffy nose. 

“Could I borrow your phone? Mine just died,” he asked. Kyle heard you shuffle around the living room before you walked in wearing sweats and a tank top. “Sorry, hon,” he apologized as you shrugged. 

“Are you sure you want it? I don’t want to make you sick, too,” you sniffed before sneezing into the crease of your elbow. Kyle frowned before handing you a tissue. “Thank you,” you said as you swapped your phone for the tissue.

“Go get some rest. I’ll bring you some soup when I’m done,” he said with a soft smile. You nodded and shuffled back to the couch. 

Kyle sighed before turning your phone on. He blinked when he saw a photo of him standing on the end of a boat with his arms outstretched. Your love chuckled as he remembered the fishing trip…and how he made that pose moments before disaster. He shivered a bit as the phantom feeling of cold water washed over him. 

Your boyfriend finished up the soup before bringing some to you. You gave a tired smile as he came over and handed you the mug of hot soup. 

“Thank you, baby,” you murmured. 

“‘Course,” he winked before sitting down next to you. He slid your phone onto the arm of the chair as he settled in. “Good thing you brought a phone protector on our fishing trip, huh?” he gave a wry grin as he nudged your elbow. You gave him a cheeky smile. 

“I knew you'd see it eventually,” you giggled. 

Simon 

Simon mirrored your smile as he pushed the stroller along. The farmer’s market was bustling with shop goers and vendors alike, the warm spring air carrying scents of sweet fruits and treats. The two of you pulled up to a booth selling honey sticks when your baby began to sniff. You sighed as you looked at your watch. 

“I guess it’s that time,” you said before taking your infant from his comfy seat. Your son squirmed in your arms as he started to pout. “I know, honey,” you cooed. Simon met your gaze before tilting his head towards the picnic tables.

"Let's head over there, yeah?" he suggested.

"Good idea," you smiled. You made your way to one of the empty tables. He helped drape a nursing cover up over your shoulders as you tucked your son beneath it.

Simon raised a brow when your phone suddenly buzzed. Without even thinking he glanced over, a warm smile crossing his rugged, scarred face. 

A picture of him holding your precious, newborn son glowed brightly on your screen. His throat tightened as he looked at how small his boy was in his thick, muscular arms. Your little one had his tiny hand wrapped around his father's thick finger.

"Thought you'd be asleep," your husband said as he looked between you and your phone. You peeked at the screensaver and laughed.

"I'm more sneaky than you think," you winked playfully. Simon chuckled, his heart feeling more full than ever as he admired his beautiful family.

Price 

“Oh shoot!” you gasped. 

“What’s wrong, hon?” Price asked as he pushed your chair in. 

“I forgot my purse in the car,” you said. Price smiled. 

“I’ll get it, you go ahead and order our drinks,” he winked. You giggled and nodded. 

“Don’t take too long,” you winked back. Price chuckled. He adored the fact that, despite being years into your marriage, the two of you still acted like you were in your honeymoon phase.

Price strolled outside the restaurant and unlocked the car. He snatched your purse before watching as your phone slipped out. His eyes widened as it slapped against her pavement.

Your husband clenched his jaw as he picked it up, thankful that there wasn’t a single scratch. He paused when your phone lit up with a familiar image. 

Your oldest daughter remained perched on his shoulders. A giraffe tilted its neck down as the thee-year-old held out a small bundle of leaves, her face lit up with joy as her favorite animal ate from her hand.

The corners of the Captain’s eyes creased as he smiled. He slid your phone back into your purse before walking inside, ready to spend the night out with his lovely wife.

Johnny 

Your boyfriend hummed along to the melody as he swayed side to side. The two of you were dancing in your kitchen, your head on his chest as he kept a hand on your lower back. The song slowly came to an end. Johnny smiled before pressing his lips against yours, only to jolt when an upbeat song started to play. 

“Agh, sorry,” you laughed as you paused your phone. He happened to catch a glance at your screensaver, which looked like a blurred version of him fast asleep. 

“What you got there?” Johnny grinned. You blinked and looked down at your phone. 

“What? My phone?” you giggled as you held it up. Your boyfriend snorted and shook his head. “Hey!” you protested when he snatched it. “Johnny!” you said. The Scotsman smirked as he held it high above your head. 

“Lemme see,” he smiled before opening your phone. His grin grew as he saw an image of him bathed in the early morning light, the bedsheets hanging loose around his naked hips as he slept peacefully. You bit your lip as you glanced away. 

“I-It was just-“ you paused when he kissed your cheek. 

“I love it,” he said with sparkling eyes. You smiled sheepishly as he handed you your phone. “Though it would look better if you included my arse in it,” Johnny winked. 

“Johnny,” you chastised as he chuckled.

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[meikomeow]

pairing || sub!sunghoon x femdom!reader || nsfw || minors dni !!

contains: sub!sunghoon, mastrubation, panty sniffing, unprotected sex, riding, praising, degrading, hair pulling, nipple play, crying, pet names, mommy kink, spit kink, breeding kink

word count: 800+

sorry this is lowkey rushed :((

poor sunghoon, he just couldn’t wait for his mommy to help him with his boner… he was too needy.

from the moment he woke up and opened up his phone to a screensaver of you, he was done for. your pretty face, beautiful body, god, you drove him crazy. waiting for you to get home was torture. he knew that if he touched himself it wouldn’t feel nearly as good as your wet pussy, and he knew you’d be mad at him for being impatient.

but he’s only a baby, and he can’t help himself. sitting on the bed, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, revealing a huge boner. his cock was leaking through his underwear, leaving a big wet spot.

he removed his underwear and immediately starting stroking himself. his fist tight around his thick cock, he whimpered your name uncontrollably. it felt good, yes, but it wasn’t you. he needed something more.

so he went into your dirty laundry and found your pretty purple panties. they were used and smelled like you. perfect.

he put your panties on his face as he played with his balls. his cock was getting harder by the moment. “y/n…” he moaned.

he was getting closer. he started to lick your panties so he could get just a bit of your taste. when your flavor was gone, he wrapped your panties around his dick.

“fu-fuck, ohmygod, fuck…” he moaned. sunghoon was so loud and horny that he didn’t hear you open the door to your guys’ house.

you heard him and went straight to your room. you opened the door just slightly so that you could see him and not disturb his activities.

sunghoon had his hand and your panties wrapped around his cock, he was beating himself so hard and fast, chasing his high. his eyes were rolling to the back of his head and his tongue was sticking out just slightly. his chin was covered in drool.

and then he saw you. he saw you leaking through the crack of the door. “fuck, mommy, mommy i-i need you now. *hic* please… i’m so close!” he whined.

“oh, baby, mommy would help you but…” you walked closer to him, his eyes were teary and his hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead. “you were so impatient. you couldn’t wait for me to get home? you’re a whore.”

he started to cry. your words stung, but you were right. every day, every night, he was thinking about you and your pussy. he was a whore.

“please! please, i need you. i need your pussy, you feel so much better than my hand. please, mommy,” he sobbed. his hand grabbed onto your wrist. “you’re the best, i love you so much, please forgive me this one time. i won’t touch myself ever again.”

“okay, baby.” you gave in.

you were riding sunghoon so hard his vision went blurry. your pussy tightened around him, clenching onto his dick while he sucked on your nipples. “sunghoon, fuck! that feels so good. you’re such a good boy, y’know that?” you moaned.

he sucked harder and jerked his hips up into your pussy. his eyes rolling to the back of his head again as he got closer to his orgasm. he could feel it in his stomach — he was going to cum.

you grabbed his hair, pulling his head back. “open your mouth, baby,” you asked him.

he obliged, opening his mouth wide. you spat on his tongue and watched him swallow it. “good boy, so g-good. fuck, i’m gonna cum!” you were practically screaming.

“ohmygod, ohmygod you’re so hot. can i cum inside?” he started bucking his hips faster, his hands gripping your waist so tight.

“yes, yes sunghoon, make me a mommy!” you couldn’t say no, not in this moment.

“oh f-fuck, i’m cumming! i’m going to fill you with my cum!”

he grabbed your waist and slammed your pussy down on his dick. strings of cum spurt out of him, he’s never cummed so hard.

as his came, tears fell down his red cheeks, his legs were shaking and he was whimpering a string of swears.

“fuck!” you moaned while your orgasm hit you as well.

he was still bucking his hips into you, he just loved your pussy so bad. he couldn’t imagine a world without it.

“i love you,” sunghoon was out of breath. “thank you for forgiving me and treating me so good. now your pussy is filled with my cum. i’ll be such a good daddy, promise,” he smiled.

you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have such a pretty boyfriend, with a big heart and a big cock.

#smut #enhypen #enhypen smut #sunghoon #sunghoon smut #hes so babygirl #im in love #kpop #kpop idol #kpop smut #sub sunghoon #subby men

[basilly]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ bokuto picks the wildflowers along the side of the roads on his way home, bringing you a bundle of pinks, whites, reds, and purples with a large smile and a kiss on the cheek. he would immediately buy or try and get anything that reminds him of you, often with a small handwritten note that says "i love you." he is always thinking of you and will constantly bring you up to the people around him- "bokuto's told us a lot about you!" you heat up from embarassment but you know it's only good things. he would be so proud of himself, hugging you by the waist to his side, "yup! this is my stunning y/n." you are his main constant in his life, and he couldn't have it any other way.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ akaashi makes sure to keep your favorite snacks in stock at his apartment. his heart softens everytime your eyes light up upon seeing them, the excitement within the words "keiji you have them?!". he only smiles an of course- he knows he has to travel to the farther supermarket across town to buy them, but it's all worth it to him. the two of you would pick out a movie and settle down with your favorite snacks in hand. leaning against him, head tucked under his chin, and his arm around you, feels like bliss. akaashi would do it over and over again if it meant being with you forever.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ tsukishima is aware of how much you love wearing his hoodies. though as much as he loves seeing you in them, he doesn't appreciate the cold. he starts bringing you a second hoodie- at yamaguchi's suggestion of course. he even has a screensaver of a selfie of the two of you both wearing matching hoodies from his birthday. not that he'd ever let someone catch him, but he likes to look at it often. he realized that he was deeply in love with you when he caught himself looking at it for the millionth time. if yamaguchi tried to point it out, he would deny it with red ears. "shut up yamaguchi- can i not admire y/n??"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ kageyama sets reminders on his phone to check up on you. within his busy schedule and sometimes absent mind, kageyama doesn't check his phone often. he'll send a quick "how are you doing?" between training sessions or sets. he wants to make sure you don't feel like he's ignoring you. once you respond, whether it's good or bad, he adds before leaving "i'm glad to hear from you, i'll see you later :)". when he comes home to you, he will ask about what you mentioned, attempting to remember all the details. though he doesn't posess the skills to reassure you directly with words, he will through his simple actions.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ kageyama sets reminders on his phone to check up on you. within his busy schedule and sometimes absent mind, kageyama doesn't check his phone often. he'll send a quick "how are you doing?" between training sessions or sets. he wants to make sure you don't feel like he's ignoring you. once you respond, whether it's good or bad, he adds before leaving "i'm glad to hear from you, i'll see you later :)". when he comes home to you, he will ask about what you mentioned, attempting to remember all the details. though he doesn't posess the skills to reassure you directly with words, he will through his simple actions.

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[iamknicole]

Chapter Eleven

A/N: I'm on a roll, yall! Enjoy! Please remember to ⭐Comment, reblog & share⭐

Warnings: Slight mentions of abortion, cursing, physical violence. TYPOS. 18+ MINORS DNI

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Chapter Ten

Saturday had rolled around quicker than Zilla would have liked. His first go round in therapy was mandated, though he did learn a couple things he didn't take much from it. The therapist they paid him with wasn't a good match and they wouldn't let him swap. But this time his therapist was someone chosen by a loved one. While he trusted Kamille's decision he wondered how this therapist would be. She had told him that he could take Moriah but with everything that's transpired between them, he figured it wouldn't be a good idea to take her. 

The suede sofa felt good under him, he rubbed his left hand back and forth on the arm of the sofa. Dr. Barnes sat in the matching chair across from Zilla awaiting the answer to his question. 

“If you don't wanna answer, we can circle back to it at the end of the session, Mr. Fatu.”

At the sound of his name, Zilla's eyes moved from the sofa to his new therapist. 

“Can you ask it again?”

“Sure,” Dr. Barnes chuckled, “What landed you on my sofa?”

Zilla's eyebrows rose for a second. “You want the long answer or the short answer?”

Again, he chuckled. “For the sake of time, since we have a shorter session today you can go ahead and give me the short version.”

“Short version is Pops died when I was little and I just found out I had a kid, they dead too.”

“I’m sorry to hear about your father and your child. Which one would you like to talk about first, Mr. Fatu?”

Zilla scratched his face, chuckling. “You can call me Zilla, man. You ain’t gotta call me mister. But uuuh I guess Angel.”

Dr. Barnes nodded, giving the younger man his undivided attention. “Zilla it is. Angel is your child, I’m assuming. Boy or girl.”

“Boy.”

“How old?”

He rubbed at his nose, deflating against the suede material. “I guess you could say 12 week or sum’ like that.”

Dr. Barnes studied his reaction with a slight brow raise. “Tell me about the circumstances.”

“Uuh, my girlfriend she found she was pregnant after I got locked up and when she was 12 weeks I think, her mom made her,” he paused rubbing his hands together, “She made her get rid of the baby.”

Dr. Barnes wrote a few things down.

“You said that you are just finding out about his passing so no one told you when it happened. How did that make you feel that no one told you?”

He sat quietly for a few minutes then shrugged. “I mean I was pissed at first that they hid it from me.”

“And now?”

“I get it. They weren’t not tellin’ me at first cause they ain’t know how but they were gonna tell me. Then when that bi–that lady did what she did, they felt like it was Fat place to tell me and she was scared to tell me.”

Dr. Barnes wrote a few things then looked up with a smile on his face. “Fat?”

“Oh, Moriah, that’s my lady.” He informed him with a proud smile on his face. “Wanna see her?”

Dr. Barnes chuckled out his response then sat his notepad aside so he could lean up. He took Zilla’s phone, a smile on his face while he studied it for a moment then gave it back. 

“She's beautiful. Who else is in the picture?”

“Thank you. Our niece and my mama,” he said, glancing at the screensaver before putting it away. 

“Have you and your mom talked about the circumstances with Angel?”

“Not really no. Like for a second but nothin past that. I wanted Rye to be involved when we talked and she's finally off today.”

Dr. Barnes smiled. “Today is the day then. How does that feel? From the picture it seems you and your mother have a good relationship.”

His smile was back again. “Yeah, we do. It got better when I got out. I feel kinda nervous.”

“Tell me about that.”

“Cause me and Fat talked to each other about it and I talked to one of my brothers but it's different with our parents. Well my mama and her dad.”

“You think you're gonna hear something that might make you emotional or you think she's gonna tell you something that you and Moriah may not already know?”

“Is both a good answer?”

Dr. Barnes leaned up, resting his arms on his thighs. “There's no right or wrong answer. Whatever answer you give is the answer, Zilla.”

He nodded slowly stroking his chin hair. “Then both.”

“It's okay to feel nervous or apprehensive to talk about something as long as you do it. Going through with it is the focus. Make sure you're open to listening to what your mom says and that you get whatever questions out. If you feel like you might forget, type them up on your phone.”

“Yeah … maybe, man.”

Checking his watch, Dr. Barnes steepled his fingers, pointing his index fingers at Zilla. “You almost made it through your first session. How do you feel about making this a regular meet up? I promise if you're not comfortable, I'm okay with that. You can't heal and grow properly if you're not comfortable.”

Zilla thought for a second, making the commitment of talking about his feelings every other week made him nervous. The question echoed in his head a few times then his mind went to his relationship and his family. 

“I'm coo’ with that.” He answered with a small smile. “We can do that.”

“Great, great. So I'm going to give you a little homework.” Dr. Barnes chuckled at his frown. “You act like I'm about to assign you geometry homework or something. It's something easy and you don't even have to write anything down.”

Zilla laughed a little sitting back up. “My bad. Homework ain't ever been my thang.”

“Mine either,” he chuckled. “Your homework is for you to plan something for you and Moriah to celebrate Angel. Doesn't have to be extravagant unless you want it to be. Just something. Sound good?”

Zilla scrunched his face a little. “Like something fa kids?”

“Whatever you think is appropriate to celebrate you and Moriah's son. Something that you can look back on and always think of him. Okay?”

“Aight, I can do that.”

“I know you can. I’ll see you in two weeks, can't wait to hear about what you planned.”

After therapy, Zilla stopped by a floral shop and a bakery he passed on the way home. He eased into their apartment, sat her gifts on the coffee table then followed her voice to their bathroom. Moriah rapped along to her music as she finished up her skin care routine, Zilla stood in the doorway watching her with a smile on his face. 

“That's yo shit, huh?” He laughed seeing her jump. “How you scary listenin to thug ass music?”

“You're gonna give me a heart attack, Isayah!”

“Naaaah,” he laughed, going to give her a kiss, “You'll be aight.”

Pulling him closer, she kissed him a few more times and hugged him. “Oh whatever. How'd it go?”

“Went good, Auntie picked a good one.”

Moriah clapped excitedly then grabbed one of her moisturizers from the counter. She squeezed a little bit into her hand. “So you're gonna go back then?”

“Yeah, ima go back, Fat.”

“Tell me about it.” She dabbed a bit of the moisturizer onto her fingertips then started to massage it into his face, “Girl or guy? Old or young? Me or them or you?”

He laughed trying to get away from her hands. “Mane, what is you puttin on me?”

“I thought you were losing your thick ass accent but I see it's still there,” she joked. “Moisturizer. Now answer please.”

“I don't need that.” He complained allowing her to continue. “Man, older, you. Aight na, you don't gotta squeeze my cheeks like that.”

She giggled while still doing it. “You squeeze mine and I don't say nothing.”

Grabbing her hips, Zilla pulled her closer to him then slid his hand to her butt and squeezed.

“Cause you like that shit. Duh.”

“Isayah,” she squealed, “Stop that, I'm tryna help you moisturize.”

“I already got my own moisturizer, I don't need that.”

She stared at him. “Boy what moisturizer you got? I have never seen you use moisturizer. I have to put everything on your face.”

“You know what moisturizer I got, Fat.”

“Nope, I don't. Tell me.”

His eyes met hers, glanced down briefly then back up with a smirk on his face. She stared at him for a moment before it hit her. 

“Why are you like this?”

“Like what?”

“Nasty for no reason.”

“It ain't for no reason,” he laughed, “It's all to make you happy so say thank you.”

Laughing, Moriah stepped away from him to the sink to wash her hands. Not one to be away from her, Zilla moved to stand behind her, staring at her through the mirror. Her eyes met his for a brief moment making her smile. 

“Zay,” she called out softly. 

He hummed out a response.

“I don't know if you know this but,” she paused to turn the water off and dry her hands, “There's no other place I'd rather be than here with you.”

Her heart swelled watching the tint rise to his cheeks as his smile spread across his face. It wasn't often she was able to make him blush so when she did, she enjoyed it. Pulling her closer once again, Zilla put his face in her neck kissing her there then lifted his head to look at her through the mirror. 

“You sure?” He asked softly. 

“Of course, I am.”

He kissed her face a few times. “I got you something. Come on.”

Moriah allowed him to lead her out to the gifts. Immediately she went to the flowers, inhaling their scent and gently caressing their petals. Zilla quickly snuck a couple of pictures of her.

“They're so pretty, Zay. I love them. You picked them?”

He scrunched his face playfully. “What I get if I say yes?”

She laughed softly looking over at him. “The same thing you'd get if you had help.”

“Mmm then yeah, I did. I did good? I think I remembered all the ones you like.”

She nodded, moving her eyes back to the flowers. “You did. All that time I thought you weren't listening to me but you were.”

“I tell you all the time, even though I wasn't actin like it all the time, you was and is the most important to me, Fat. I listened to everything you said to me.”

“Promise?”

“I promise, girl. I mean it.”

She tilted her head back and puckered her lips at him. He put a hand on her throat, pecking her lips a few times. They held each other's stare for a moment until she stuck her tongue out at him making him laugh. 

“Silly ass, I got you something else. I'm surprised you ain't see it first.”

She frowned a little, turning to look. “Ooooh that's a bakery box. What you get me?”

“Open it and see.”

She eyed him before turning to the box that sat on their coffee table alongside the vase of flowers. She slowly opened it, excitedly wiggling when her eyes landed on the contents. 

“I haven't had good red velvet cake since we left Texas, babe. Wait … is it good?”

He sucked his teeth playfully. “I'm not tryna get cussed out about that damn cake, I wouldn't give it to you if it wasn't, Fat. And I damn sure wouldn't have got you a whole cake if it wasn't.”

She laughed. “I cussed you out one time and you won't let it go.”

He stared at her. “Twice. Both times you went on for a hour and a half.”

“Blah, blah,” she said, picking the box up, carrying it to the kitchen, “You want a piece?”

“No and neither do you.”

“Wait, what?”

He chuckled. “You heard me. You not eatin that right now. Close it up and get back over here.”

She pouted. “But why not?”

“Cause I said so. I know you ain't ate no real food so you not eatin no cake right now.”

The following silence made him chuckle. Quietly, he crossed their apartment to the kitchen. He watched her try to quietly cut a piece. 

“Moriah,” he called out sternly. 

She jumped and pouted. “Just a little piece.”

“What I say?”

Rolling her eyes, Moriah closed the box lying the knife across the top and slid her feet over to him. He kissed her head ignoring her pouting.

“Think you my Daddy,” she mumbled as she walked past him. 

He laughed. “I know I am cause you told me. Get in that room so we can call Mama.”

The couple laid across their bed with Moriah's iPad in front of them waiting for Leata to answer their facetime. Zilla bothered Moriah while they waited. 

“If you lick my face again, I'm gonna bite you.” She warned. 

Zilla paused for a second then laughed as he leaned in to lick up her jaw to her cheek. Grabbing his face, Moriah pulled him closer and bit his cheek just as Leata answered the call. She sat quietly watching them, glad they were in a good place still. Laughing, Zilla pulled away from her grasp and wiped his cheek.

“Don't lick me again, Fatu.” She laughed. 

He leaned forward and licked her lips. “You say I don't listen anyway so.”

“Isayah, stoooop.” She laughed, wiping her lips. “You so annoying.”

“But you love me,” he laughed, leaning over to do it again. 

“Zilla, what are you doin to her?”

“Making her laugh, Mama.”

“No, you're annoying me,” Moriah corrected, laughing. “Tell him to leave me alone, Ma.”

She chuckled softly. “Behave, Zilla. How are you two?”

“I'm aight. How you?”

“I'm good, son. Rye, how are you?”

“Well,” she said bumping Zilla, “I was good till your son started bothering me. And he wouldn't let me have any of the cake that he got me. He's being annoying and mean.”

Leata looked between the two of them. “Why can't she have cake?”

“Cause big head ain't ate real food since last night.”

“Rye, its what,” she paused to look at the time, “Almost 2 and you haven't eaten yet? You need to eat before all that sweet stuff.”

Moriah pouted. “Yes ma'am but only cause you said it and not him.”

Zilla mushed her head playfully. “Either way you ain't gettin it right now.”

“Alright, are yall ready to talk?” She asked stopping them before they could start arguing. They nodded putting their attention back on her. “Okay so where are we starting?”

Moriah nodded for Zilla to go.

“Um when yall found out Fat was pregnant, did you and her people talk without her?”

“We did. We actually spoke a few times. Rye, you don't know this but Hassan knew before you told him. You said you wanted to tell the two of them at the same time but you and I were going to need him as an ally while you told Nadine.” She explained. “When he got in town, I had him come to the house first so I could talk to him. He understood my point of view and he was glad that I had told him prior to. His main concern was the two of you and the baby.”

“Wow … thank you. I didn't even think about that.” Moriah admitted.

“Of course, manamea. While Rye were in school, the three of us got together to discuss the whole situation. It was made clear that no one was to say anything to you until I figured out how to tell you. Surprisingly enough, Nadine agreed to that but knowing what she did that's probably why.”

Zilla nodded, rubbing over his chin hairs. “Anything else?”

Leata thought for a few seconds. “Just that even though the timing of the pregnancy wasn't ideal, Hassan and I were never mad at you two. A little disappointed but we were honest with ourselves,” she chuckled, “We saw it coming from a mile away. We thought it'd be a little later but we knew.”

Moriah and Zilla looked at each other then back at the screen. 

“Knew what, Ma?” She asked with her brow raised. 

“That there was gonna be a pregnancy or a scare at some point in high school. We knew it.”

Zilla scrunched his face up. “We wasn't even datin then.”

Again she chuckled. “You two never put a name to it but yall were. You went on dates, you were always cuddled up on my sofa, in your bedroom with the door closed and locked and sneaking out together.”

The couple laughed softly. 

“We wasn't doin nothin that most of that time. Not till later.”

“Oh trust me, son.” She laughed. “I know when yall started. I just didn't say anything. You didn't wonder why all of a sudden your brothers were giving you condoms and talking to you?”

Zilla laughed thinking back about it while Moriah sat mortified with small giggles escaping her. 

“I'm embarrassed,” she declared. “I told you, Zay.”

He laughed. “You was always scary anyway so I ain't pay you no attention.”

“Any other questions for me?”

Moriah looked to her boyfriend for his response. 

“Uuuh … after Fat told you what happened, what did you do?”

“Well first I went to pray,” she chuckled humorlessly, “Because if I didn't, I knew whatever I would've done would not have been good. I consoled and talked to Rye until she had to go back home afterwards I went to my bedroom and I cried. I called Arthur to tell him, he was livid. I had to keep him from going to see Nadine. And then you ended up calling me, Isayah. You usually never called as late as you did but I remember you saying something was telling you to call me so you did.”

Zilla tried hard to remember that call, he could recall certain parts of the conversation but not all of it. 

She continued on. 

“It was hard to act like everything was okay but I had to because I knew it wasn't my place to tell you. I could assist Rye with it but that was all. Plus telling you while you were in there would not have been good.”

Moriah reached over to wipe the few stray tears from his face. He sniffed a few times. 

“I appreciate y'all for carin enough about me not tell tell me then cause I prolly would've got more time. I woulda caused hell in that place.”

“And that's what we didn't want.” Leata said softly. 

Zilla leaned over, kissing Moriah's cheek then whispered for her to go ahead. She nodded, starting to play with her fingernails. 

“I gotta tell you something else about this whole thing, Ma.”

“I'm listening, Rye. Whatever it is, it's got you nervous. You only do that with your nails when you're nervous.”

She smiled a little, trying to stop clicking her nails. “After everything, I kept asking my mom for information. I wanted to know if she knew the gender and what they did with my baby afterwards. Then finally she told me that she had the gender and she had them cremate the remains. And she said the only way I was getting any of that and my sonograms was under one condition.”

“Which was what?”

Moriah bit her lip, fighting the urge to cry. “I had to get my tubes tied.”

Leata frowned, leaning in a bit closer. “You had to what? Cause I know Nadine did not.”

“I had to get my tubes tied, Ma. I wanted what I had left of my baby so I agreed.”

Leata's face was set in shock on the other side of the facetime. There were so many words that wanted to come out but she was unable to say a thing. Moriah asked Zilla to pass her the baby blue box from his nightstand, when she got it she held it in view for Leata to see. Zilla rubbed soothing circles on her back. 

“She just had him in this ugly carton thing so I used the money that my dad had given me for something else to buy him this. He's gone everywhere with me even college,” she chuckled softly.

Trying to process everything, Leata brought her hands to her face for a moment. She allowed her tears to fall freely as she stared at the screen. 

“He?”

“Yes ma'am,” Moriah tilted it a bit to show where his name was engraved at the top. “I was having a boy. I named him Angel.”

“Oh, Rye. This just makes what she did that much worse. It wasn't enough that she made you abort Angel but then continued to use him to manipulate you and pretty much take away the chance to have another.”

Zilla and Moriah sat quietly listening to her come to terms with everything.

Leata took slow deep breaths. “That is an evil woman that neither of you need to be around. I know that's your mother, Moriah but you have done all you can do. There is no saving grace for her and you will not give her any. Do you hear me?”

“Yes ma'am.”

“I am so sorry that she did that to you, Rye. If I would've known I would've done something to stop it. Does Hassan know?”

“I know, Ma. No, I never told anyone until now so only you, Zay, my mom and me know.”

She nodded. “Well no one will find out from me, that is your business to tell. I um I need to go. I love the two … the three of you so much. Call me or text me if you need me.”

Zilla noticed the look on his mother's face and got concerned. “You good, Mama? You look pale.”

“I'm okay, I'm okay. Just processing. I'm gonna go.��

Without waiting on them to respond, she disconnected the call. Moriah closed her iPad case then rolled onto her side to look at her boyfriend.

“She is not okay.”

“She ain't,” he agreed. He grabbed his phone sending out a quick text, “I told Arthur to go check on her.”

“She looked pissed. I'm pretty sure if not now, in the next few days she's gonna go see my mom.”

Zilla thought then shrugged. “Nadine need her ass whooped anyway. She get what she get.”

Moriah laughed, “You not wrong but Ma do not need to be doing that. We don't want her to get in any trouble.”

He huffed loudly. “You right but Nadine still need her ass whooped. I guess text Auntie Kami too but that would mean you gotta tell her.”

Moriah tapped on her phone, sighing softly. “The good thing about Auntie Kami is I don't need to tell her right now and even though she'll find out in the midst, I can still talk to her about it later and she'll be okay with it.”

Zilla gently pushed Moriah back, making her lie on her back so he could put his head on her chest. She reached one hand down to rub his head while she continued to text. 

“I'm proud of you, Fat.”

“What did I do?”

“Everything. You went through all that plus her basically torturin you till I got out and you stood ya ground. You strong baby.” He praised softly. “You got a good ass heart too. I ain't gon let nobody else play with that shit or you. Zilla got you.”

“And Fat got you. You know I do not play about you.”

He laughed a bit. “Shit, I know. Remember ole girl you beat up at that skate party? Made that girl piss herself.”

Moriah busted out laughing, almost dropping her phone. “I did not.”

“Yeah you did. I remember,” He laughed “I remember cause when you realized it got on your hand, you punched her ass in the mouth.”

“Cause that shit was nasty. If she couldn't hold her bladder she shouldn't have started with you.”

He turned over to look at her, a smile on his face. “I thought you said you ain't do that?”

She stared at him trying not to laugh. “Okay, fine, I did. But in my defense I was only doing what Pops, Ejay, and your cousins taught me to do.”

“They did not tell you to make nobody piss they self, mane. You did that.” He laughed now sitting up.

“They did so. They said make sure whoever I fight is leaking by the end. They never specified what kind of leak.” She shrugged playfully. “Point is, I won, she apologized and never bothered you again.”

He shook his head at her, still laughing. “And that's why I tell people not fuck witchu cause they don't want them problems. And I don't either.”

She swatted at his arm after she put her phone down. “Don't tell people that. They gon think I'm mean.”

He pushed his lips to the side staring at her. “That ain't a secret, Fat. Everybody that know ya ass know you mean as shit. You only nice to your patients, Mama, Hassan, and Toni. And I really don't think you that nice to Toni, I just ain't seen it yet.”

“Aht. I am nice to her. She's not nice to me.”

“Damn,” he called out, “That mean she meaner than you. Yall was meant to be friends.”

Moriah sat up and launched herself at him, he grabbed Angel's box moving it to the nightstand then wrapped his arms around her. He laughed as she landed playful jabs to his torso.

“Since I'm mean, I might as well beat you up then, Fatu.”

“Now you know the only one of us that gets beat up around here is you,” He joked, tickling her sides making her giggle uncontrollably. “Now say sorry.”

“Zay! Zay, stop!” She yelled in between giggles.

He continued his playful assault on her sides through his own laughter. “Say sorry and I stop.”

“Okay! Okay! I'm sorry!” She yelled.

He hummed not stopping. “That ain't enough. Am I your daddy, Fat?”

“Zilla, I gotta pee!” She giggled. 

He laughed still tickling her.  “Then you better answer me. Am I your daddy?”

She fell over giggling. “Yes! You're my Daddy! Stoooop!”

Laughing, he let her go. He watched her jump off the bed and run into the bathroom closing the door behind her. She yelled from behind the door. 

“You get on my nerves, Fatu!” 

He grabbed his ringing phone and put it to his ear. “Love you too, Fat! What's up, Jon?”

“The hell is yall doing? Yelling in my ear.” He asked, talking just as loud. 

Zilla laughed putting the call on speaker. “Nothin, man. What's up?”

“Checkin to make sure yall still coming this weekend. Trin made me call cause she said if her favorite cousin not here I'm gon be in trouble.”

“Ayyye, I'm the favorite. Tell her we gon be there.”

Jon laughed. “She wasn't talkin about you, man. She was talkin about Moriah.”

He sucked his teeth. “Just for that tell her, I'm comin but Fat stayin home.”

Moriah came out of the bathroom and went back to the bed, leaning against Zilla. “I'm not staying home. If I don't go, you don't go.”

“I can go places without you, big head.”

“You can but you can't go visit them without me.”

He looked down at her. “Why I can't?”

She stared back at him. “Jon gon let you live with him?”

Jon laughed, interrupting them. “Damn, she sound just like Trin. Always tryna put us out over a lil jokey joke.”

“Cause yall not funny.” Moriah fired back playfully. “We'll be there, Jon. And I want the same room, Trin told me it was mine.”

“Lil girl, how you just gon claim stuff in my house?” 

“Huh? You said you want me to tell Trin you being mean to me?”

“Maaaan,” he drug out playfully, “Aight fine but you gon tell Sefa why he can't have that room.”

Moriah squealed, “My second favorite Fatu man is gonna be there? Why you didn't tell me before?”

Zilla frowned. “I better be the first favorite.”

She scrunched her face. “Ew, no. Arthur's my first favorite then Sefa.”

“And what number am I?” Jon asked. 

“Uuuuh let's see …. There's Arthur, Sefa, Zilla, Jacob, Ejay, you and then Naio.” 

“Now wait a damn minute,” Jon called out, “I'm number six! Why am I so low on the list? What I do?”

“And why am I number three?”

“Jon, you're never on my side just like Naio so that's what yall get,” she explained quickly, “And you're number three because Arthur spoils me and Sefa always took my side and the both of them always check on me.”

Both men sucked their teeth. 

“Aye, Zay, we gon jump Sefa this weekend. Traitor.”

Zilla laughed. “Hell yeah.”

“But aight then. Text me what snacks and stuff yall want for the weekend so I can add it to the list. Call if yall need anything.”

“Bye number six!” Moriah joked. 

Job sucked his teeth. “Just for that, no snacks for you.”

“Bye, man.” Zilla chuckled, ending their call. “Fat?”

“What, big head?”

“I'm really number 3?”

She nodded, smiling. “Yup but you're my number one Fatu in the non platonic way.”

“I'm the only non platonic Fatu you got.”

She huffed playfully. “Boy, just take the number one spot and hush.”

After her shift, Moriah changed out of her work clothes and into her regular clothes then went to the ED to wait on Toni. She watched the older woman check in a second patient in the last ten minutes. Bronco, Zilla and Moriah had finally convinced Toni to come to a show and see him wrestle. 

“Nurse Bryant, it's fifteen minutes past your shift.” Moriah called out looking at her watch. 

Toni finished up with the patient then turned to her friend. “I couldn't just stop what I was doing, Rye. I'm coming, give me a second.”

“We're gonna be late if you don't come on. We still have to stop by your house to drop off your car and for you to change, go to mine to drop my car off and uber to the show. Bring your butt on.”

The handheld monitor went off again interrupting them. Before Toni could check it, Moriah snatched it and passed it to the nurses relieving her, who had been trying to get it. They had a short conversation then Moriah pulled her friend from behind the nurses station and towards the doors.

“Wait, wait, my purse.” Toni called out trying to go back. 

“It's in my bag, let's go. Cause if I miss my man because of you, me and you are gonna need a ref.”

When the friends got to their cars, Thomas was sitting on the hood of Moriah's car. Toni rolled her eyes and Moriah stayed to dig through her purse. 

“Why are you sitting on her car? Get off.”

Thomas smiled. “Was just waiting on her. No harm done, Toni.”

“Yet you're still sitting on it,” she clocked with a tilt of her head. 

He waved her off putting his focus on Moriah. “Can we talk, Moriah? It won't take but a second.”

“You have until I find what I'm looking for to say whatever it is you wanna say to me and I believe I told you to call me Nurse DeBreaux.”

“I just wanted to tell you that I'll love you and wanna be with you regardless of us being able to have children. We can try and if it doesn't work, we can always adopt. I really want to give us another try, I've matured. I'm not the same person I used to be.”

“Found it,” she announced triumphantly and pulled her pink taser Jacob had given her years ago from her purse. She moved closer to him, putting it near his crutch. “If you ever sit on my car again, call me anything but what I've told you to call me or bring my medical information up again, I won't be the only one who may not have kids. Am I clear?” She pressed the side making it spark for emphasis. 

Toni stood back laughing to herself.

He jumped a little. “Whoa, I'm just tryna make amends. It's bad enough you might not have kids, don't want you to be alone on top of it.”

“Why do you assume I'll be alone, Thomas?”

“Look at all the kids in that family. If you can't give him kids, he's not gonna stay when he finds out.”

Moriah chuckled. “Get the hell off my car, Thomas. You got five seconds.” 

He jumped off the hood, taking a few steps back. “Just think about it, Mo.”

“You are so lucky I got somewhere to be. Stay away from me and I mean that shit.” After he jogged off, Moriah turned her taser off and threw it back in her purse. She passed Toni her own purse. “I'll follow you to your house. We gotta hurry.”

Forty five minutes later, the friends made it to NXT Arena at Full Sail University. They walked around the backstage area looking for their other halves.

“Haven't you been here before?” Toni asked, looking around. 

“Yeah twice but both times he was with me. Let's just ask somebody.” Moriah looked around then spotted what looked like a friendly face. She approached the woman, tapping her shoulder. “Sorry to bother you but we're kinda lost.”

She smiled looking at the two of them. “Well I hope I can help. I'm literally like two almost three weeks in. What are yall looking for?”

“Catering. We're supposed to meet someone there.”

“Now that I can find. Follow me,” she laughed, starting to head in that direction with them. “I'm Gia, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you. I'm Moriah and this is Toni.” Toni gave a polite smile and wave when Gia looked over at her. “What do you do here, Gia?”

“Journalist but in basic terms, I do backstage interviews.”

“Sounds cool. And you don't have to get all sweaty and thrown around so that's good.” Moriah joked, ignoring Toni’s mimicking. 

“That's the best part,” Gia agreed, stopping in front of catering, “Do you see who you're looking for?”

Moriah and Toni looked around for a few seconds. Toni nudged her friend's arm and pointed. 

“I see them over there.”

“Where?” Moriah asked, frowning. 

Toni pointed, “Right there. Left corner. I know you see Bronco's tall ass and Zilla.”

Gia's ears perked up at the mention. “I see them. Come on, I'll walk yall.”

“Uuh, we got it but thank you, Gia.” Toni frowned.

Gia laughed it off. “No worries plus I hadn't had a chance to speak to them today. They're always on the move.”

Gia walked in front of them, leaving the two friend's to exchange looks before following her. Moriah mumbled under her breath a bit. 

“Oh my gosh, Zilla! Look who I found wandering around,” she announced putting a hand on his arm.

Moriah didn't miss the grimace on his face as he looked in Gia's direction. He moved her hand then noticed Moriah and Toni. Bronco rolled his eyes accepting Toni's hug. He whispered to her that Gia got on his nerves. Zilla smiled widely at Moriah going to hug her. 

“What's up, Fat? What's up, Toni?”

“You didn't tell me your sister and her friend was coming, Zilla. I could've met them at the gate for you since you and Bronco had them wandering around.”

Toni laughed under her breath looking up at Bronco, who rolled his eyes again. 

“Sister? Do me and him look alike to you?” Moriah asked, confused. 

Gia laughed, clasping her hands in front of her body. “I'm sorry, I was assuming. Cousin then?”

Zilla pulled Moriah into his side, placing a kiss to her temple. “She not my cousin. This my lady, mane. And we got them. We good, Gia.”

“Oooh this is your girlfriend? He really loves you, girl. Every time I talk to him, he mentions you.”

“I wonder why,” Toni mumbled. 

Moriah smiled looking between them. “Good to know, Gia.”

Gia patted his chest a few times then let her hand linger there. “He's a tough cookie to crack but I think I'm wearing him down. We're gonna be friends. And don't worry, I'll keep an eye on him for you. These girls around here can be a bit much.”

Before Zilla could, Moriah pushed her hand off of him.

“Yeah I can see that about the girls,” Moriah sassed tilting her head. “Just a little thing to keep in mind about him … he doesn't like to be touched by people he don't know like that and I don't either.”

“Noted, girl. I'll make sure they keep their hands off of my friend.” Gia smiled at Zilla and Bronco then moved to hug Moriah and Toni. “Enjoy the show. Ooh come find me afterwards, we can go get drinks.”

Moriah turned to stare at her boyfriend, who held his hands up. 

“Fat, I ain't do shit. She can't take a hint.” 

Bronco nodded. “He ain't lying. He literally gives her no indication that it's okay for her to even talk to him and she still do it.”

Moriah folded her arms. “She better learn how to take a hint or she gon have a problem that she don't want. Talking about some damn sister or cousin. She knew I wasn't either one of those.”

“She did,” Toni agreed, “She was trying to be messy.”

“And had the nerve to put her hands all on him like I'm not standing here. She lucky I ain't break her damn hand.”

Toni clapped her hands. “Girl, seriously. She was trying you. Being all bold like, I can imagine what she does when you're not here.”

Moriah groaned inwardly. “And she better hope I don't ever find out cause I will beat her ass and then ima beat his ass.”

“And then ima beat Bronco's ass,” Toni added.

“Wait, I moved her hand just like I do any other time and tell her to stop. Why I'm gettin my ass beat?” Zilla asked. 

“Ion even like that girl and I tell her to leave him alone. I shouldn't be gettin my ass beat.” Bronco stressed. 

“Just so yall know we not nothing to play with,” Toni explained with finality. 

Moriah nodded. “That part.”

“Listen, me and Bronco not worried about that girl. We dodge her ass and whenever she do catch us, we keep it short. Right, B?”

Bronco nodded. “Right.”

“It better stay that way too. I don't mind beating her ass, Isayah.”

Zilla nodded her face then her lips, holding her body against his. “I know you don't. Don't worry about her, she ain't important.”

“Mmhm.”

“Oh! Rye almost tased Thomas’s nuts off.” Toni announced with a chuckle. 

Zilla looked at Toni then his girlfriend. “Not that it matter but why?”

“He was sitting his ass on my damn car and was tryna talk to me about being together,” she explained, “Then I told him if he ever sat on my car or brought what he brought up again, I wouldn't be the only one with fertility issues.”

“Good job, sis.” Bronco praised excitedly. “But next time do it. Teach his ass.”

Toni hit his arm, chastising him.

“You know when he work next?”

“Why?” She asked, staring at him. 

“Do you know, Fat?”

She nodded slowly. “Yeah, Thursday same time as me.”

“Aight, yall go head to your seats. We'll send somebody to get yall before the show over.” He pulled her closer, kissing her slowly. “I love you, fat head.”

She laughed softly. “Love you more, Fatu. See you later, Bronco.”

Bronco hugged and kissed Toni then smiled at Moriah. “Aight, sis. Yall cheer loud for me and my boy.”

The men watched their girlfriends leave catering before turning to one another. Bronco's smile widened with a mischievous glint in his eye. 

“What time I need to be ready Thursday?”

Fortunately for Nadine, Kamille was able to detour Leata for a couple of days. Knowing her sister's work schedule, she invited Nadine to her house Wednesday afternoon for a snack and to talk. Kamille left the detail about Leata coming out to ensure her sister came. 

Leata and Kamille had been sitting in her living room since Arthur dropped her off thirty minutes prior. The two waited on Nadine's arrival. 

“Which one of your babies was that, that dropped you off?”

“Arthur, my oldest. And he was not happy that I wouldn't let him stay.” She chuckled. 

Kamille laughed. “Yeah, he didn't look happy. Rye told me that he's the only brother that knows so I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that he's on the list of people that aren't happy with my sister.”

“He's definitely on that list. I don't blame him … just thinking about it makes me so angry. She was 15 years old, a baby.”

“I've been giving her shit about the way she's been with Moriah for years and she tells me the same thing every time. That she can do what she wants with her child.”

Leata rolled her eyes. “Same crap she's said to me.”

The door opening and closing momentarily ended their conversation. Nadine called out for her sister then followed her voice to the living room. Her smile slowly dropped into a frown as she went to sit on the love seat. 

“You didn't tell me there would be a third wheel, little sister.”

Kamille smiled. “Seems like you were the last one here so you're the third wheel, big sister. How are you?”

“I'm well. How are you? Hello, Leata.”

“Same, Nadine.” Kamille answered, nudging Leata.

“Hi, Nadine.” She greeted stiffly.

Nadine hummed at her. “How is your son treating my baby?”

“You would know if she were still talking to you,” Leata chuckled, “He's treating her the way he's always treated her, like a queen.”

“Queen of what? The hood?”

Kamille jumped in to stop them. “Nadine, cut it out. Don't get sassy because you know she's right.”

“Kami, why am I here? I've been working all day and I am too tired for this.”

Girl,” Kamille scoffed, “You worked two hours today, you not tired. Anyway Leata wanted to talk to you and I am here to facilitate. Don't be your usual asshole self either.”

Nadine rested her elbow on the arm rest, moving her attention from her little sister to Leata. “What would you like to talk about, Leata? What can I do for you?”

Leata counted backwards from ten in her head before responding. “I'm just gonna jump right in, I don't have the patience to beat around the bush. You made Moriah get her tubes tied?”

“Yup.” She answered popping the ‘p’. “Anything else?”

“Anything…. Anything else? Are you kidding me? You don't see anything wrong with making a 15 year old girl get her tubes tied? She was a baby, Nadine.”

She smiled at her former friend. “No, I don't see anything wrong with making hard decisions for my child. She was a baby that didn't need to be having babies so I made sure she wouldn't.”

“Birth control was an option, Nadine.”

“Wasn't gonna do what I needed to be done.”

“What if she never able to have kids again? Does that even make you feel a little bad?”

She shook her head, a slight smile on her face. “Knowing that she'll never have a child with that child of yours brings me joy and a sense of accomplishment. And if I'm as lucky as I think I am, he'll break up with her.”

“Nadine, what is your got damn problem with me and my kids? You went from being one of my best friends to my enemy.” Leata yelled while sitting up on the sofa. 

“You and your kids are just like that husband of yours.” Nadine yelled standing from the love seat. “I didn't realize it until after his ass killed over.”

Leata stood as well, pointing her finger in Nadine's direction. “You better be careful with the next words that come out of your mouth.”

“Hmm well let me take a second to think about what I wanna say about you, your husband and your kids.” Nadine paused dramatically. “Your husband always had his ass in my family's business, in my husband's ear about this and about that. Thought it was just him but you and your damn kids are the same way. You took your husband's spot in my husband's ear and your kids are in my daughter's ears.”

“Hassan and Moriah know how to make their own choices! We did not make them do anything they didn't wanna do, Nadine!”

Nadine rolled her eyes. “Oh sure. They just happened to make these stupid decisions after talking to one of you Fatus.”

“Oh please, Nadine. I'm glad you think so highly of us that we have that much control but sorry to tell you it's complete bullshit.”

“I'm not my daughter or my husband, I'm not falling for that.” She chuckled. “As bad I felt when your husband died, I was glad cause I thought I was finally getting control back of my family. But then the manipulation and interference didn't stop.”

Kamille stood at that. “Nadine, you're going too far. Stop that.”

“Oh I'm just getting started,” she spat, laughing. “I don't think I'll have to wait that long to get control back and have my baby come home to me. That child of yours is following in his father's footsteps literally so it won't be too long before he joins him. Now that's a funeral I would pay good money to sit front row at.”

Leata's right arm reared back then forward with as much force as she could muster connecting with Nadine's left cheek. There was so much force behind her slap, Nadine lost her balance and hit the floor. She held her cheek, opening and closing her mouth trying to check her jaw. Kamille stepped in front of Leata. Pushing her back gently trying to calm her. 

“That was the last time you will ever talk about my kids or my husband! If you ever talk about them again like that it'll be your funeral we're sitting front row for!”

Slowly, Nadine pushed herself up onto the love seat. She heard Leata but the pain in her face and jaw kept her from responding. There was a slight ringing in her ear as well that wouldn't go away.

“Breathe, friend. Breathe. I got her, you go call Arthur.”

Leata glared at her old friend as she left the living room, mumbling to herself. Kamille stared at her big sister wondering how the sister she used to look up to turned into this person. They were fifteen years apart but at 38, Kamille felt like she had much more sense than the 53 year old sitting in front of her today. 

“Why would you say that to her? You can't really feel that way, Nadine.”

Nadine winced a bit when she opened her mouth. “You know I don't say things that I don't mean.”

“I don't know that but I do know if you say things to hurt people to get the upper hand. You wished death on her kid. That's not right.”

She chuckled. “What's not right is her family breaking up mine.”

“Their family didn't do a damn thing but love you, Hassan and Moriah. Although it's clear that they wasted their love on you. You and you alone broke up your family.”

“If I didn't know any better I'd swear you were drinking the Kool-Aid too.” Nadine smirked as best she could. “So tell me which Fatu are you sleeping with? Hmm let me guess … Jacob. He was always fond of you.”

Kamille frowned at her big sister. “Me and Jacob are friends, basically family like the rest of them and you know that. You just say anything to avoid accepting fault. Mama didn't raise us like that.”

“How would you know? I was damn near grown when you were born. You don't know shit about how I was raised.”

Kamille sucked her teeth, “I know enough to know that she raised us both the same way. You need to stop this before you get to a point where it can't be fixed.”

“I don't need to do anything but call the police.”

“For what, Nadine?”

“I'm pressing charges. She assaulted me and you witnessed it.”

Kamille shook her head. 

“You are absolutely not. If you call them, I'm calling Mama and telling her what you did to Moriah and what you just said to Leata. And I know no matter how old and bitter you are, you do not wanna deal with a pissed off Trenice Parker. Do you?”

Nadine stared at her sister for a few moments then huffed loudly. “Go get me a ice pack, don't just stand there.”

Knowing how her son felt, Leata waited until they got back to her house to tell her how the meet up had gone. He then spent thirty minutes going off about Nadine and debating on going back to Kamille's to finish what his mother had started. 

“You know you gotta tell Zay and Rye, right.”

She shook her head. “No, they've already got a lot going on. I'll tell them just not right now.”

“Mama, they need to know now. Especially Rye. This not nothing to keep to ourselves.” Arthur stressed kneeling in front of her while she sat on the sofa. “She better hope I don't see her in public.”

“That right there is why I don't wanna say anything. Your brother is gonna react that same way.”

“And he should, Mama. Her bitter ass wished him dead. You don't say stuff like that.”

She closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths. “Okay fine but this is gonna hurt Moriah.”

“Whether you tell her now or later, it's gonna hurt her, Mama.”

Begrudgingly, she facetimed Zilla. A part of her hoped he didn't answer so she had more time. Her hopes were dashed when she saw his smiling face and heard Moriah's voice in the background. 

“Aye! Stop hitiin’ me, Mama on the phone and ima tell!” He laughed. “Mama, tell this girl to keep her hand to herself.”

Arthur moved to sit beside Leata, putting his face in the frame. 

“What did you do to her, son?”

“I … ow, your lil hands hurt, mane. She offered me cake and now she mad cause I ate it.”

“Nah uhn! I offered him a piece yesterday and he ate another piece today!” Moriah yelled.

“He sorry,” Arthur suggested, “Right, Zay?”

Zilla frowned a bit, pulling Moriah into a loose headlock. “Uhuh, right. My bad, Fat. What yall got going on?”

Arthur put his attention on Leata, silently urging here to go on. 

“I wanted to tell you two that I went to Kamille's to talk to Nadine. And it didn't go well.”

Zilla moved him and Moriah to their sofa to sit down. Moriah got comfortable against his chest. 

“What happened?” Zilla asked, looking between his mom and brother. 

Leata looked at Arthur then back at the screen. “It didn't last long, I'll say that. We got into a spat, she said some ugly things and it escalated.”

“What did she say?” Moriah asked softly. 

“I asked her about what she made you do and she said she was proud of it and felt accomplished.”

It was heartbreaking to see the residual joy leave Moriah's eyes. Zilla pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Leata waited for her to respond, when Moriah didn't she continued. 

“She also said some things about your father and your brothers but mostly you. Things escalated,” she sighed, “I'm not proud of it but it ended in me slapping her.”

Zilla's brows raised. 

“What she say? Had to be bad for you to do that.”

Arthur realized she wasn't going to be able to say it so he stepped in. “She wished death on you, Zay then Mama slapped her.”

Moriah sat up immediately, pushing herself off the sofa but Zilla held onto her waist with one hand. 

“Fat, sit down. Come ‘ere, man.”

She shook her head, roughly pulling herself from his grasp. “No, I can't. I can't.”

Leata spoke up. “Let her go, Zilla.”

He huffed watching her walk off to their bedroom. “The hell I do to her for her to say that?”

“I'm telling you that you did nothing to deserve having someone say that about you, Isayah. You could tell that woman to have a good day and she would swear you cursed her. You hear me?”

He nodded starting at the closed bedroom door. “I hear you, Mama.”

“Isayah,” Arthur called out, getting his brother's attention, “Mama told yall that so yall would know what that lady got going on not to cause a setback between the two of you.”

He nodded again. 

“Go do what you need to do.”

Zilla disconnected the call as he got up from the sofa. He went to listen at the bedroom door for a moment before going in. Moriah laid with her face in her pillow, crying softly. Going to her side of the bed, Zilla kneeled there and rubbed her back. 

“You meltin again, Fat?”

She shook her head, not lifting it from the pillow, followed by a muffled ‘no’. He smiled a little, nudging her over so he could see her face. 

“It look like you meltin’, baby.”

“Just a little,” she said softly. 

“You don't gotta melt over that. Zilla ain't goin nowhere, Zilla gon stay right here with you to get on your nerves.”

She nodded, sniffling softly. “Promise?”

“Zilla promise. What can I do to make my lady stop meltin?”

“A kiss maybe.”

He chuckled, leaning up to kiss her. “Better?”

“Mmmm … maybe one more.”

He kissed her again. “Now?”

She shrugged. “I kinda feel better. A snuggle would probably make it all the way better.”

“Whenever you ask me to snuggle, you end up tryna do more than snuggle, Fat.” He pointed out getting up from the floor and climbing into the bed behind her. She moved her body back, closer to him. “See? You already startin’.”

She laughed softly. “Just getting comfy. Plus ever since Zilla threw his condoms away, he hasn't wanted to snuggle with me anyway.”

He laughed in her ear. “We both been tired as shit, Fat. My bad.”

“You never cared about me bein tired before.”

“That's cause I wasn't tired.” He kissed her neck a few times. “I promise to snuggle with you next time. Aight?”

“Pinky promise?” Moriah proposed as she lifted her pinky up.

He linked his pinky with hers. 

Since they were leaving for Tampa as soon as Moriah's shift ended, Zilla dropped her off at work Thursday morning. She had long forgotten about Zilla's inquiry into Thomas’s work schedule so she didn't question him taking her to work or warn him to not do anything bad. Moriah liking to be thirty minutes early to her shift worked out in his and Bronco's favor seeing as the friends made it to the parking deck minutes before he did. Unbeknownst to him, he parked his Audi between Bronco's truck and Zilla's challenger. When he stepped out of his car, Zilla was standing at the back of his car startling him. 

“What's wrong? Why you so jumpy, mane?” Zilla laughed. 

Bronco crept up behind him, slamming the driver side door for him. “He act like he seen a ghost or sum.”

Thomas jumped again looking between both men. 

“There are cameras in here.”

Zilla looked up at the cameras, smiling even wider. “You mean them right there? I wouldn't count on them workin.”

“Naaah they definitely outta order, my guy. Kinda like yo ass,” Bronco added with a chuckle. 

“What do you want? I need to get to work.”

Zilla moved closer to him grabbing his collar to shove him against Bronco's truck.

“Wait, why he not hemmed up against his own car?” Bronco asked, frowning. 

Zilla ignored his friend, maintaining eye contact with Thomas. “Moriah told me yo ass still botherin’ her and if it's one thing I can't stand is somebody that don't understand no especially when my lady say it. She asked you one too many times to leave her alone so now I gotta step in.”

Thomas struggled to get out of his grasp but his strength was nothing compared to Zilla's. “It's not that serious. We were just having a conversation.”

“A conversation that she told you she ain't want which mean she said no to your ass.” He spat, pressing his forearm into Thomas’s throat. “This the one and only warnin you get from me. The next time you see me or my boy it won't be to talk.”

Bronco stepped forward and leaned down so they were sure level. “And if you don't keep this lil meeting between us, you'll see us sooner than that. Comprende?”

“Sis! I been missing you!” 

As soon as Moriah and Zilla stepped inside the house, Trinity ran to them engulfing Moriah in a tight, bear hug rocking them from side to side. Jon and Zilla watched them with frowns on their faces. 

Jon hit his cousin's arm. “Uce! I missed you!” The two of them hugged mocking their women. 

Trinity sucked her teeth. “This why you number six. Get on my nerves.”

“They just jealous cause nobody ever misses them.” Moriah rolled her eyes playfully. “Everybody else here or we early?”

“Yall late as hell.” Jon fussed loudly. “Should've took off like uce told you to. Lucky I ain't give ya room away.”

Moriah laid her head on Trinity’s shoulder. “My favorite cousin wouldn't let you do that.”

“And won't. Everybody in the backyard, come on.”

Trinity pulled Moriah along with her while Jon and Zilla followed behind. They talked softly and briefly with each other until they got to the patio. Moriah scanned the backyard, squealing when she spotted Jacob and another cousin on the grill. She ran to jump on his back. 

“Jacob! I missed you!”

Laughing, Jacob sat the spatula he was using down and backed away from the grill. “Damn, girl, I missed you too. You almost took us both out.”

She got down, laughing and fixing her shorts. “I haven't seen you in so long. I missed my buddy. I don't have nobody to get on Zay's nerves with.”

“Shit, we got all weekend to make up for lost time, sis.”

“Yall asses is not about to get on my nerves all weekend unless her big head ass wanna get left here with you,” Zilla declared approaching them. He slapped hands with both of his cousins. “Fat, you remember Josh. Right?”

She nodded, moving to hug him. He barely returned the hug but she didn't notice. “Hey Josh. Of course I remember. He's the twin that's not annoying, the good twin.”

Josh nodded his head at her, mumbling out a greeting then turned back to the grill. Jacob noticed how their cousin acted but realized Moriah and Zilla didn't. 

“Aye, sis, there go Sefa. Better get to em before mean ass do.”

Zilla frowned playfully. “I'm mean ass? You know her ass meaner than me.”

Moriah stuck her tongue then ran over to Sefa, jumping on him the way she'd jumped on Jacob. Zilla let his cousins know he'd be back after he spoke to Sefa. Turning back to the grill, Jacob nudged his cousin. 

“What's up with you?”

“Nun man, I'm cool.”

Jacob started to flip the burgers. “I would believe that if you don't just give that girl the cold shoulder.”

Josh shrugged, focusing on the chicken. “Ion like her. I ain't think he'd stay with her this long.”

“You don't like her? Moriah? Moriah that's been around since they was kids?” Jacob asked with his face screwed up. “Why you ain't like her?”

Josh looked over at Moriah with his family, his lips turning up at the sight of them being happy and friendly with her. “She ain't right for uce. He deserve better.”

“Better than Moriah? She the best thing that ever happened to his mean ass.”

“That's what yall think.”

Jacob scratched his head looking over at his family then back at Josh. “Ion know man. You gon have to explain that one to me later on. But word of advice, chill on the attitude with her, that boy ain't right in the head when it come to her. He protect her heavy.”

Josh waved him off. “We'll see.”

#aao #zilla fatu #zilla & moriah #the samoan dynasty #the bloodline

[theloveinc]

bf deku who's a little creepy with his love for u..

in a good way ... or a bad way?👁️👁️

Anywayyyyyy yeah. Yeah. You think it's just the honeymoon stage at first, cuz I mean, you feel the same and think it's all very sweet... but suddenly it's your year and six month anniversary and you realize none of his """"wacky"""" behavior has ever really stopped or changed.

But it is... cute? Sweet, at least, the way he's a lil overbearing about things. Always trying to feed you, whether at home or out in public... little bits of his lunch he breaks off to give you when you're sitting on his lap, to watch you eat and make sure you smile about.

(Or the ones he comes into the room just to give you, like he was specifically thinking about you when he ordered a bento at the cafe, spoon in hand loaded with all your favorite things. you glare, cheekily, cuz you always tell him to order what HE wants, but no, never. he'd rather split everything with you than have anything of his own, and if he had his way, he always would.)

Even shower time, cuz if he's not in the water with you (big hands always peeling the soap and loofa and shampoo out of your grasp so he can wash you for you, big hands doing other things to your body that you enjoy but definitely do not include what you're supposed to be doing)... he's sitting on the toilet right next to you, playing on his phone while he waits for you to get out, OR even sitting against the door outside, after jiggling the handle and whining about you not letting him in.

(i saw a funny tik tok that was like, "whenever they say they're showering" and it was the guy running across the house naked LMFAO to get in with her... that's deku.)

And when you get mad at him, lock him out of the bedroom cuz he won't stop weeping and apologizing... he'll lay down on the floor outside and stick his fingers underneath the door to wiggle them at you, his nose too, like it will make you less angry, like he couldn't just bust the whole thing down if he REALLY wanted to (which he doesn't really, not unless you were in danger, not including the time you accidentally locked him out and he came home from patrol so exhausted that he popped the knob right off it's handle accidentally slamming it into the wall trying to get into bed with you).

LOOOOL and you go to his agency one day for some reason (he always wants to see you, his favorite days are when you visit for any reason), and while he's packing up to take a break with you, his computer backgrounds and screensavers are literally all just pictures of you. literally. every single one you've ever taken practically, even the gag photos you send your friends, with your hair all done for bed and face shiny from moisturizer...

It's almost like he snuck onto your phone once or twice to download everything onto his... which like. hmmmmmmmm. LOL. okay. Not to mention the fact that he has locations on and texts you whenever you go ANYWHERE. Even to the konbini across the street. Like he's constantly looking.

Bakugo def adores u for keeping deku out of his hair, but lowkey also has a little beef with you, too, for being practically the only other thing he talks about aside from work and business lksdfjadksljf.

and tbh? i'd feel bad for him, too.

#deku #he's cute but he needs to be punched LOL #i feel like this isn't .......... #entirely canon but i do it see #in a world where he goes a little off his rocker #i mean he already is but this is like #what happens if he's real scared of loosing u #cuz i do like sweetie pie classically sweet trusting deku #but insane deku............ *puts him in my chest cavity* #i have no idea #i hope this was alright! #i was thinking about it these past two days 24/7 basically #IDK HOW TO FEEL I HOPE U LIKE IT #caitie things #gen #anon

[fandomsfunyeah]

Hoodies and Hugs Mammon x Mc

Mammon gets a surprise

The sound of rustling and objects moving around could be heard in Mammons room as he dug through his dresser,flinging out socks,shirts and other articles of clothing on the ground.

"Where is it?"

He opened the closet and looked through that too.

"Not here either...Where did I put it?"

Finally he checks under the bed...cup noodles and magazines but nothing else.

"I coulda sworn I left my hoodie around here somewhere.."

Mammon decides to check around the house.

He looked in the living room,under furniture,behind plants and the curtains and ends the search flinging cushions off the couch which haphazardly fell onto the floor.

The hoodie wasn't there but a few other things were,gum wrappers,tissues and a small amount of Grimm.

"Oho my lucky day."

He stuffs the few coins in his pocket with a grin.

"Mammon." A stern voice interrupts the moment.

"Eek?!" He turns around to see his oldest brother.

Lucifer looked annoyed. "Just what are you doing in here? Making a mess?"

"Wha? No no ya got it all wrong Lucifer...I was just looking for something."

"Which is?" He presses.

"My...hoodie.." He trailed off as a thought strikes him.

Mammon goes quiet for several seconds...wait a minute now that he thinks about it two days ago he was wearing that hoodie in Mc's room,he took it off and laid in on their bed.

"I left in there I'm sure of it!"

He started to walk out of the room,but Lucifer grabs his shoulder.

"Pick up the cushions." He says.

Mammon feels a sweat droplet form.

"Ok." He squeaks.

A bit of time passed and he makes his way down to Mc's room,he quietly opens the door and peeks through the crack.

Mc is laying on their bed curled up sleeping,wearing a yellow and black hoodie that was a little too big for them,hair messy and adorable as ever.

He gushes over how cute they look in his clothes,taking out his phone and snapping a quick picture he was definitely going to make his screensaver later.

Mammon sits on the bed and watched them a few minutes seeing their soft breathes rise and fall.

He brushes some hair from their eyes,they shift a little.

"Umm...Mammon?" They ask,still half asleep.

He picks them up and hugs them close to himself,squeezing them gently.

"My human.." He nuzzles their cheek.

He must be in a good mood They think.

"You're very affectionate today.."

Mammon's cheeks flush.

"Y-You're imagining things Mc..." He pouts.

They smile,then yawn.

Did they not get enough rest? He knows humans need more sleep than them.

He laid Mc down and tried to tuck them under the blankets.

"Mammon what are you doing?"

"Obviously ya need more sleep Mc...so I'm making sure that happens."

"Is that so? Why not join me then?"

He feels his cheeks heat up more.

"Well maybe I will." He gets under the covers,right next to his human and wrapped them in another hug.

Mc hugs back,snuggling into him,pulling the blanket closer around them.

"Hmm Mammon...after this nap we should eat some noodles together..."

"Ya I guess I can make time for that..Of course I can make time for you anywhere..."

"What was that last part?"

"Nothing...you must be tired right? S-so go to sleep already would ya?" He says..putting their head against his chest so they can't see him blushing.

"Okay okay...you settle down too alright?"

Mc scoots up and pecks his cheek.

"Oi?! Warn me first before you do that Mc." But he was grinning happily.

Then he sits up,holding them.

He leans in. "I need to give you a kiss too Mc..."

Mammon smooches their cheek then the other one.

"There...now we can nap.."

He yawned...perhaps he could use that as well.

Mc cuddled and hugged him close.

The second born looked at them affectionately as they lay their head against his neck...he feels them relax their body and breaths become slower.

He loved all the little moments with them..

He kissed their head and covered their shoulders with the blanket.

Mammon gets comfortable and spent the next couple hours in Mc's arms as they napped together.

#obey me mammon #obey me #obey me imagines #obey me x reader #obey me fluff #obey me fic #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon fluff

[foxy-eva]

Pretty Boy

Summary: Seeing how Spencer would do anything to make their daughter smile never fails to warm his wife’s heart 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader 

Category: Fluff

Content Warnings: food mentions

Word count: 1.7k

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When my phone rang while I sat at the breakfast table with my family, I already had a hunch what this could be about. My thoughts were confirmed when I answered the phone, soon to be met with two pairs of pouting lips when I told my husband and daughter that I had to go to work for a couple of hours. 

“But it’s weekend! It’s mommy and daddy time!” Our child protested. 

“I am very sorry. I swear, I will make up for this. You guys are free to do whatever your heart desires today. Eat ice cream, go to the park, cause a ruckus,” turning to Spencer I added, “within reason.” 

He smirked at me and answered, “You know, I can’t promise that.” 

“How do I cause a ruckus?” Our daughter wondered, looking at her father with raised eyebrows. 

He winked at her and chuckled, “I’ll tell you once your mom has left.”

Our little girl was right to scold me, our weekends were usually reserved for some quality time as a family. It was not easy to leave them even for five minutes, but my boss didn’t give me another choice than to come into the office to take care of some issues that had occurred. I knew Spencer would understand, but he couldn’t hide the disappointment in his face. 

I placed a chaste kiss on the top of my daughter’s head before hugging my husband goodbye. “I’m really sorry. I love you,” I muttered into the fabric of his shirt. 

“It’s okay, my love. Now go, so you can be back soon! I love you, too.”

I had sworn to myself that I would not be working for more than five hours, but after more than half of that time had gone by, I realized that I could easily spend the rest of my day in the office to fix all the issues. I glanced at the bright smiles of my husband and daughter on the screensaver of my phone and felt my heart aching. It was then that I decided that my job had to wait. 

“I did some damage control and will take care of the rest on Monday,” I announced to my boss, walking out the door before she could even react and convince me to stay. When I reached my car, she texted me, thanking me for coming in today and wishing me a good weekend. Relieved that I didn’t have to argue over my free time, I drove home as fast as the speed limit would allow. 

I felt my heart starting to flutter at the thought of being reunited with my family. I cherished the time we spent together on the weekends more than I could put into words, so I couldn’t quite contain the excitement to finally get home. I was wondering what they were doing, certain that Spencer found a way to make our daughter happy despite her disappointment about my absence. 

The house seemed empty when I entered it and I thought about the very likely possibility that Spencer had taken our daughter to the playground. That was until I heard her familiar giggle from upstairs. As I neared the direction of the sound, I realized that it came from the bathroom. 

“What are you guys up to”, I mumbled to myself, curious about what was awaiting me behind the bathroom door. 

The door was cracked open and I decided to listen to their conversation for a bit before announcing my presence. 

“What’s this for?” I heard our girl wondering. 

“I think your mother uses that for her eyelashes,” my husband explained.  

I wasn’t too thrilled about the thought of Spencer letting our very young daughter put on make-up, even more so that it apparently were my products they used. I opened the door, speechless as I saw an image I would certainly never get out of my mind for the rest of my life. 

Our little girl was aiming for Spencer’s lashes with the mascara in her hand, stopping in her tracks once she saw me standing in the door. When her father turned his head I realized that our child was not the one with make-up on her face. He was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall with a towel wrapped around his head and red lipstick sloppily smeared around his mouth. 

“Mommy, you’re here! Doesn’t daddy look pretty?” 

I couldn’t stop the laugh rumbling through my chest at the sight of the man on the floor. He looked hilarious. 

“Yes, don’t I look pretty?” He mocked as he looked up at me. 

“You truly are the prettiest boy there is,” I laughed. “What is all this?”

“A ruckus!” Our girl excitedly squeaked while jumping up and down on her little feet. 

“Welcome to our beauty salon,” Spencer laughed and added, “In my defense, there was no way I could have said no to her face.” Turning to our girl, he said, “Come on, sweetie. Show your mommy how you convinced me.” 

She looked at me with huge puppy eyes, her lower lip sticking out in a heart-breaking pout. There was no way anyone could deny her anything with a face like that. 

“Very convincing indeed,” I concluded. Hinting at the towel covering his hair, I wanted to know, “What’s going on up there?” 

“Homemade hair mask,” he explained as he removed the fabric, revealing a sticky mess on top of his head. 

Our child nodded, explaining, “Daddy asked the internet.”

I crouched down to be on level with Spencer, inspecting his hair. “Oh no, what did the internet say?” 

“Mix honey, olive oil and a banana,” she recited. “But we ate the banana.” 

Before I could move away from my husband, his hand found the nape of my neck in an attempt to kiss me. Playfully I struggled to get away from him, not being keen on getting the lipstick on his face smeared all over mine. “No!” I snickered as I tried to wiggle out of his grip, “You’re not going to kiss me like that.” 

My attempts to get away from Spencer were futile, just a split second later I felt his lips on my cheeks in an over-dramatic smack. With a smug grin he pulled back to look at the mess on the side of my face while our child couldn’t contain her giggles as she witnessed her father’s goofiness. 

I got up from the floor to look at myself in the mirror, finding my cheek covered in crimson colored lipstick markings. I took a make-up wipe from the package and handed it to the hyped up girl standing beside me. 

“Come on, let’s clean up your dad.” 

With joined forces we rid Spencer of the lipstick before we washed the oily and sticky mess from his hair. Although I was sure that our daughter unintentionally tugged on his curls too harshly while shampooing his hair, he didn’t complain once. He played along until any evidence of our girl’s pretend beauty salon was gone from his body. 

After we were done with that, our kid was clearly ready for a nap, rubbing her eyes and yawning as exhaustion overcame her. My husband took her little hand in his to lead her to her room so she could sleep for a bit. “Let’s get you to bed, sweetie.”

“But you said we would get ice-cream when mom is home!” She protested.

“I did,” he agreed, “but there’s still time for that later.”

She was not yet convinced and asked, “Promise?”

Spencer stretched his little finger out for our girl to hook hers around it. “Pinky promise.” 

After a few minutes Spencer came back into the bathroom to help me clean up the remaining evidence of their shenanigans. With a smirk he looked at me once we were done. He took a make-up wipe to rub it over my cheek, ridding me of the already forgotten lipstick stains on my face. 

“I’m sorry about using your make-up. I can get you new lipstick if you want,” he offered. 

I shook my head. “That’s okay. I barely use that shade anyway.” 

Swinging my arms around his neck, I brought my lips to his in a soft kiss. With his hands on my waist he kept me in place, leaning in to kiss me properly. He then peppered my whole face with little pecks, making me giggle at the contact. 

Turning my head, I looked through the open bathroom door into the direction of our bedroom. 

“I know what you’re thinking,” Spencer chuckled. 

All I could think about was taking a nap myself, but I wasn’t sure if my husband might have misinterpreted it for something else. “Yeah? And what would that be?” 

“Come on,” he said as he took my hand just like he did with our daughter minutes before. “I know a sleepy girl when I see one.” 

Together we found our place under the covers of our bed, our limbs entangled as I curled into his side. He let his fingertips brush over my back as I nestled my face into the fabric of his shirt, breathing in his familiar scent. 

“I really missed you this week,” he whispered.

I thought about the past few nights when I would stretch out my arms for him, only to find an empty bed. I had gotten used to his work schedule over the years but it didn’t change the fact that my heart still longed for his nearness whenever he was gone to work on a case. 

I placed a kiss on the scruff on his cheek and mumbled, “I missed you, too.” 

When I heard the door knob turning, followed by the pitter-patter of tiny feet approaching us, I added, “And she missed you as well.” 

Without saying anything, our little girl crawled into bed with us. Despite the lack of space between our bodies, she still managed to find room inside both of her parents’ arms. Sleepily she snuggled her little body against us, muttering, “I wanna nap here.” 

“That’s okay, sweetie,” Spencer cooed before kissing the top of her head. “I love having both of my girls in my arms.”

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[aleisha-potter]

So, I had to write some fix-it. I had to write my head canon out... make this fuckery make sense. And this was born. Just a drabble. Just a beginning but I have plans to expand. To go more in depth into my head canon of where Eli comes from as well as how we're gonna bring Derek back and make Sterek endgame. 🤣🤣 but for now, here is a hopeful little start. Warning: mpreg (but no underage sex! No developed sterek relationship... call it pre-sterek lol)

Once More Into the Abyss

Stiles stared down at the phone in his hands.  His dad's text and subsequent phone call were still running circles in his head. He had been rushing back to Beacon Hills as soon as the word Nogitsune had made it down the grapevine to him.  But he hadn't made it in time. He sat at his old childhood dining table.  The house was quiet, everyone still on their way, and he was thankful for a few moments to gather his thoughts.

His mind wandered.  Back to the beginning… or the end, really.  

When is a door not a door?

Let me in, Stiles…

He shook his head to clear the voice… the one that still sometimes haunted his sleep.  Had they known exactly what that open door would let in, would he have done anything different?  He looked down at the screensaver on his phone, an old pic of him and his dad.  He looked up at the mantel, the pictures there.  His eyes zeroed in on one he hadn't expected.  Derek and Eli with the Jeep.  No.  He wouldn't have done anything different.

They should have guessed the Nogitsune wouldn't have been the only thing that came out of Jennifer's reign of terror.  No, it could never be as simple as one ancient bad guy, there always had to be something else.  He let his mind wander while he waited for everyone.

They should have expected it.  He shouldn't have been surprised when his symptoms didn't disappear fully after they trapped the Nogitsune.  His body still ached.  He was exhausted.  He couldn't eat, couldn't keep anything down.  He had trouble sleeping.  Of course this nightmare wasn't over.  But what Deaton and Melissa figured out?  It sent his head reeling.  It messed with him even more than possession by a 1000 year old fox demon.  Because the answer? Wasn't black and white.  Excising the thing growing in him wasn't an easy choice.  For once… the thing in him wasn't evil.  It just was.  And the look on Derek's face when Deaton told him?  Stiles knew it would haunt him for the rest of his life if he let them rip it out.

Stiles's phone dinged, a text from his dad that they were about 15 minutes out.  Good.  He'd wasted enough time.  He stood up and moved to the kitchen, digging around for something to make to keep his hands busy while his mind wandered again.

Jennifer Blake, though evil and psychotic, had apparently had a small speck of morality or heart in her.  Had she wanted to carry Derek's child out of love or as a way to insure control of the Alpha, who knew, but in the end, she had at least not allowed the child she carried to perish at the Nemeton with her.  As she lay bleeding and clinging to the Nemeton, as Peter slashed her throat out, her magic had surged and found a willing host clinging to the same roots.  Stiles often questioned why him, why not Allison or Melissa… hell, why not Issac? But really, he knew that answer.  Jennifer's magic knew.  It knew Stiles was the only one who would hesitate when the choice came to purge the thing growing inside.

Stiles finished stirring the tea and set the pitcher on the table along with some glasses, his eyes straying up to the picture on the mantel again.  

The sheriff had pulled his gun, Derek had looked horrified, his hands up in defense, or maybe surrender, but he hadn't made any move to stop the sheriff if he had decided to shoot.  Probably his always present guilt that screamed that even if he hadn't touched Stiles, this was still his fault.  There had been yelling and demands.  Stiles had had to say it three times to be heard.  "Leave it alone…"  The shocked look his father gave him, the painful confusion from Derek, and the knowing peaceful look from Deaton should all have been expected.  But it was the shot of yearning in Derek's eyes when Deaton had told them that Stiles would never be able to forget.  And it was that look that had him telling his dad, yes, he wanted to go through with this.  Derek yearned for family… for pack.  And Stiles could give him this.  He could carry Derek's disturbing love child he and his psychotic girlfriend had created.  His body had been stolen and used against his will to take life… now it could be used to give life.

Stiles stepped closer to the mantel, his eyes glued to the teen who stood in front of the Jeep Derek was working on, a playful smirk aimed at the camera.  God… he looked like him.  But then, he and Jennifer had shared some physical similarities.  Maybe another reason her magic chose him…

He didn't look like Jennifer.  He didn't even look much like Derek.  When they laid Eli (Stiles refused to think too much on the name Derek had chosen) on his chest right after he was born, his body still aching and burning from something it shouldn't have been able to do, he had been shocked by how much he looked like him.  Deaton and Melissa had been messing with something between his legs he refused to think about as he had just stared down at the red body squirming on his chest.  His hands had come up to curl around the small baby.  The one good thing that had come from the nightmare of the last year.  New life.  Untouched by the evil that haunted Beacon Hills.  Derek's large hand had moved to cover the baby's back and Stiles could see how it trembled.  The moment had lasted barely any time at all before Melissa was covering Eli with a blanket, rubbing him and picking him up (when had the cord been cut?) and handing him to Derek and Stiles felt a moment of panic.  But that was the plan.  Had always been the plan.  He was 17.  The whole concept of carrying a baby was enough of a head rush without even contemplating anything beyond that.  Eli wasn't his either.  He was Derek's.  Stiles was just the magical incubator.  For eight months though, he had talked to the thing growing inside of him.  There was a bond there, even if Stiles was trying to forget that.  Magic had turned his body upside down and inside out to let it do this.  Maybe it conjured these feelings, too, and they would fade as the magic left his body now that Eli was safely delivered into his father's arms.

Stiles jumped when he heard the front door slam.  He turned and his stomach twisted when his dad walked in.  He was covered in blood and mud and soot.  The smell of ash and burning flesh was heavy around him and it made Stiles's stomach churn.  

"Hey Dad," he choked out, years of fear for his dad making his feet rush across the room to throw his arms around the sheriff.

"Hey, kiddo," his dad greeted, his voice full of grief.  The pain stabbed Stiles straight in the chest.  He heard the door open again and glanced up, feeling his stomach turn as Eli walked in next, looking so lost and alone, followed by Lydia, Jackson, Peter and Malia.  Good.  They had all come.  Or at least the ones he needed.  (Minus Jackson.  But that lizard always seemed to be around when Lydia was so… whatever)

He pulled back from the hug and turned to face Eli.  He had seen the kid a few times since Derek left Beacon Hills right after he was born, right before Stiles's senior year.  His dad sent pictures sometimes, little snippets.  But Stiles's feelings about that were… complicated.  Eli wasn't his… but sometimes… sometimes he felt a pull he couldn't explain.  Looking at him now, the messy hair, the plaid shirt.  His face… the smattering of small moles… maybe they should have done the genetic testing.  Maybe some part of Stiles had been given to the baby inside of him.  Maybe he hadn't just been an incubator.

He nodded, then looked away.  There would be time to think about that, to deal with it later.  His eyes zeroed in on Lydia.  She swallowed.  That was another issue he wasn't ready to touch on.  But regardless of his feelings and how that particular nightmare ended, he needed her.

He turned and walked back to the dining table, nodding at the tea that he was sure no one really wanted.  "We need to talk," he started as the small pack of people circled the table.

He looked right at Lydia again.  "The ritual you used to bring back Allison.  To bring back Peter. How does it work?" He asked, no beating around the bush.

"Dude.  You're not actually thinking about…"

Stiles snapped his glare to Jackson, shutting him up mid sentence.  

"You got to come back.  Peter got to come back.  Fucking Kate Argent and Adrian Harris got to come back!  Derek gets to come back," he told him, his voice firm and resolute.  His eyes strayed back to Lydia's, passing Eli on the way.  He didn't miss the grief stricken look of hope the kid was giving him.

"Lydia, the ritual. Now," he demanded. Amd she began to talk.

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[callowaymp3]

Noah carried a a semi-constant ache with him now, one he couldn’t quite pinpoint, but a surge of pain shot through his body as he lugged the last speaker onto the back of the van. If it wasn’t the back of his legs burning, there was a knot in his shoulder, or a twinge in his wrist. He wasn’t sure whether to attribute it to the heavy equipment he carried day to day, or the tiny, cramped bunks he barely slept on at night, tossing and turning as the bus driver hurtled over bumps and took sharp corners, tugging Noah from his dreams. Probably for the best, because in his dreams, Kara often made an appearance. In them, she was a faceless silhouette, a mass of red hair that Noah could press his face into. Noah heard the high giggle escape from her rather than saw it, and it echoed into the dark of the night as he woke up sweaty, guilty, fingers twitching as he fought the desire to pick up the phone and call her there and then. Their time zones never synced up anymore, anyway.

The thought of his long-suffering girlfriend distracted Noah from the task at hand. Wiping his dusty hands off of his jeans, he reached into the depths of his pocket for his phone, wondering if Kara had called recently. She had this awful bad habit of calling when Noah was at his busiest, when she was between classes at the gym but when Noah was setting up equipment. Or when she was having dinner with their friends from home, texting him cutesy selfies with her nose all scrunched up, freckles on display, and Noah was a few glasses of Vodka deep and following a pretty girl up to her hotel room.

A quick glance at his old, beat-up phone gave him no answers, however, instead reflected the dark, swimmy blackness of a dead cellphone, his reflection distorted by smeared fingerprints and a crack running right up the middle. He remembered now, he’d fallen into bed last night in a drunken stupor, clambering over Teddy to make it back to his own bunk, and had forgotten to charge the damn thing.

“Motherfuck.” Noah cussed under his breath, pocketing his phone again. Whatever time it was in Nebraska, Kara would have to wait just that little bit longer to hear from him. She’d waited a couple of days once, when Noah had let his phone die and lost it among the mess and rubble of multiple roadies crammed onto one bus. And another time, when Noah had deliberately left it behind and gone on a three-day bender with a guy whose name he’d never learned. When he’d hitched a ride and showed up at the Shattered Diamonds gig ready to work, he’d been told that had been the ‘last straw’. Noah had begun to realize there were a lot of last straws at this gig.

Rolling his shoulder, Noah let some of the tension seep from his body. It had been a good night, music non-withstanding. He didn’t really give a shit of a bunch of young girls had their asses in seats, ready to swoon over the pretty boy lead singer who they all thought was their Prince Charming come true. He didn’t care if they played a new song, their biggest hit, it all sounded the same to him. Kara was the one who loved their music, who wanted to know if Henry was as dreamy in person as he was on her laptop screensaver. It wasn’t the kind of music Noah liked, not really. At least they all played their own instruments. He’d give them that, if nothing else.

Turning around, Noah made his way back inside to give the venue one last sweep for stragglers. Everything was tidied away, confetti swept up, bodies steadily spilling out into the parking lot. Except of course, for a lone guitar case, lying prostrate on the empty stage. Stifling a groan, Noah cleared the stage in a few harried steps, grabbing the handle and hefting it to his side.

“Who’s fuckin…” he grumbled to himself, casting around for someone to lay blame to. Everyone seemed to be walking faster than ever though, just wanting to clear the venue as quickly as possible. Reaching an arm out, Noah stopped a younger roadie in his tracks, grabbing him by the front of the shirt.

“Ry, who’s guitar is this?” he asked, crumpling the flannel under one hand. The kid’s eyes widened as he glanced from the case, to Noah, and back again.

“I dunno,” he murmured, feigning nonchalance before adding all too quickly, “Poppy’s, I think?”

Relinquishing his hold on the other man, Noah sighed.

“Y’think or y’know?” he asked, now white-knuckling the handle. “Which one’s Poppy?”

At his question, the corner of Ryan’s mouth turned up, as though Noah had told an especially funny joke. It seemed especially humorous to him that after months on tour, Noah still found it hard to tell the two female band members apart, despite the fact they couldn’t be more different. Noah narrowed his eyes at Ryan, who quickly came to the conclusion that Noah was not joking, and continued in a hurry.

“Poppy. You know, she’s the nice one.” Ryan explained, his voice taking on a certain ‘duh’ quality. “She does the singing. The pretty one.”

Noah remembered. She was there, night after night, belting out from behind the microphone, her hair bouncing around her shoulders as she rubbed shoulders with the lead singer, the tall guy who clearly wanted to fuck her. Noah had registered absently that she was hot in a kind of girl-next-door way, almost unrecognisable offstage once she shed her skimpy, shiny outfits.

“Big tits, short skirts?” Noah asked, a smirk on his face.

Ryan seemed less than thrilled by this identifier, and wrinkled his nose in disgust.

“Dude, it’s 2024. Check your misogyny at the door.”

Rolling his eyes, Noah resisted the urge to shove the other man.

“Do you know if pretty, nice Poppy wants this guitar on the bus with her?” Noah questioned, sarcasm seeping into every word.

“I don’t know. I think she’s still around if you wanna ask. Like I said, she’s nice.”

With that, Ryan scurried off in the direction he’d been going in before Noah had rudely stopped him. His shoulder now aching like a bitch, Noah headed off in the direction of the dressing rooms allocated for the talent. Not for the likes of him, a white trash nobody with a beat-up six string and more talent in his little finger than Henry Bly probably had in his entire body.

Without a single fuck to give for the privacy of the so-called talent, Noah used the toe of his sharpied-up converse to nudge each door open. Most of the rooms revealed stripped bare dressing rooms, ready to be hoovered and put together for the next band. A regular ghost town, except for the sound of a door swinging open so hard it swung back and reverberated off it’s frame. A flushed young man hurried past him, looking like the cat who got the cream. From the looks of it, someone was sure occupying that dressing room. Peering his head around the corner, Noah realised he’d struck gold.

And quite literally, it would seem. Nice, pretty Poppy, singer of Shattered Diamonds, with her big tits and sans her short skirt, stood with her back to Noah. He doubted he would’ve recognised her if he hadn’t of spent so much time staring at her face printed on every poster at every place they’d been to (or if he hadn’t spent so much time staring at her ass, currently clad in short-shorts and perkier than ever). The pale expanse of her back was bare as she stood in nothing but her bra, completely unaware of Noah’s having barged in, until she caught his eye in the dressing room mirror.

Noah couldn’t help but smirk.

“Sorry. Think this belongs to you.” Noah drawled, lifting her guitar up in demonstration.

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