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Lacuna

Sally Bowles x fem! reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut. Physical violence, coarse language

Cliff makes a return, he doesn’t want to back down. Sally and an unexpected friend step in, and Sally makes reader feel better at home.

- w.c: 3.2k | Other chapters here

You’ve had a good week, having this routine. Wake up, breakfast, go to work, lunch, go home, dinner and to bed with Sally. Then another week goes by since Cliff showed up. You were starting to relax, feel safe. Completely safe, and somewhat more normal. But of course, you knew your life better than anyone else did. When something goes right, the next thing that comes your way would be something wrong.

The lunch rush was over. Sally walked towards you and pressed a kiss to your cheek from behind, “If you need anything, I’ll be in the back testing out some of the new recipes I have. You sure you’re all set out here?”

“Okay.” You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips, “I’m fine here, it’s quiet. No crowds, no complicated orders. I got this. Just going to clean up out here.”

“Okay, darling.” Sally winded her arm around your waist, resting her chin on your shoulder for a moment and kissing your shoulder before walking to the kitchen.

You wiped down the bar and cashier area first then moved onto clearing the dishes and cups from all the tables. You were focused on the task and lost in your own little world, until you heard the door open. You were just about to turn around when the shadow you could see stopped you. It was him. You calmly put the cup back down on the table and turned to run away from him. “Don’t even think about it.” His low eerie voice rang through your ears, “Move and I’ll make sure I get you out of my way.”

“Your way?” You scoffed. Bad move.

“Out of my way. To Sally.” He continued, inching closer, and closer. Until he was flush against you from behind. Your body stiffened, your heart raced, your stomach felt like you were going on a roller coaster. Then, you felt his arm around you. Your eyes screwed shut as you tried to remind yourself where you were. But all you could feel and hear was the club. Like you were instantly transported to that musty office of Max’s. “Do I have your word? y/n?“

You couldn’t speak, you felt paralyzed. But his arm tightened, a strangled pained noise came out of your mouth. “You better answer me.” His voice tickled the back of your ear, you squirmed. “No.” You managed.

He backed away but swiftly grabbed the nape of your neck. You choked, feeling his fingers crush your neck and obstructed your breathing. He shoved you face first into the table, it shook, causing the two cups and a plate to fall from the impact of you stopping him with your palms.

Sally ran out from the kitchen. “Get away from her.”

He practically swung you around and flung you towards Sally. You were going to fall. Flat. Your legs were jelly and couldn’t hold yourself up. Sally caught you though. “Go to the back.” She told you, “Go.” You stumbled into the kitchen, sitting down on one of the stools she kept in the corners. You hear Sally cussing him out, but then someone else walked. “It’s so funny how someone as educated as you can go as low as threatening a woman with violence and murder.”

She sounded familiar. “Sally, let me take him.”

“What?” Sally asked, he landed against a table with a hard smack. Then, he crashed onto the floor.

“To the police station. I saw it. Most of it, I was going to come in to get something to drink. But I stopped when I saw him in here. Knew he was up to no good.”

Oh, the regular customer. The one who said that you reminded her of her granddaughter.

“If you set foot in my place of work, in my place of residence. If I see as much as across the street from me and my woman, you are becoming pulverised meat.” Sally snarled, you heard a dull crack and flinched. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I know people down at the station. He’ll be gone quick.”

“Excellent. Thanks…”

“Heidi.”

“Thanks, Heidi. Come back here when you’re done with him. Coffee and sandwich on the house.”

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When Sally returned to the kitchen, she saw you playing with a stray cat by the back door. She crouched down, “Hi.”

You smiled crookedly, scratching the head of the German Rex cat.

“Are you alright?”

You shrugged but remained silent. She doesn’t push you to talk, she already knew that you got hurt, but most likely not too serious to need urgent medical care. “Go back to work.” You told her.

“I’m not in a rush.” She told you.

You nodded. “I’ll be right back. Just going to clean up the rest of the tables. Play with the kitty in the meantime, alright? Do you want something to drink?”

“No, thank you.” Your breath hitched as you swallowed thickly, “Can I feed the cat?”

“Of course.” Sally lightly kissed your cheek, “I won’t be long.”

Sally worked fast, within five minutes, she was back in the kitchen washing dishes. You spot the bowl of batter on the countertop near you, now forgotten. You were still playing with the cat. Well— not playing, but petting its head. It seemed to really like you. “Oh, kitty’s still here.” Sally sat down next to you on the step, “Hi, kitty. Must be a stray. You are a sweetie.” Sally chuckled, scratching under its chin. It purred.

“I’ll be right test-baking this batch of muffins.” Sally decided to get up.

“Okay, Sally.”

“You wanna come watch?” She petted your head tenderly. As if understanding what she’d just said, the cat meowed and walked away. “Aw.” You sulked, “Bye, kitty.” You walked over to the countertop where she worked, following behind her every step of the way…from there to the oven. And back to the counter. She leaned, her back against the edge, you did the same, “I closed for the day.”

“You didn’t have to, Sally.”

“Be that as it may, it felt better for me to.”

“But you told Heidi to come back.”

Sally hummed, “I know, I’ll let her in if she does. No one else.” She noticed the frown on your face. She didn’t like that. “Hey, come on.” Sally squeezed your hand. “I’m…” You were going to tell her you were okay, but you knew you couldn’t. You just couldn’t lie to her. “I’m not okay.”

“I’ve got you. okay? You will be with time.”

“”He scared me.” Your voice became quiet, small.

“He won’t bother us again.”

You didn’t respond and walked back to the oven to watch the muffins bake. Just then, someone was knocking on the door. Sally excused herself to go check out who it was.

It was Heidi, Sally had just sat her down at one of the tables. The toaster near you dinged and you flinched, Sally walked back in at that moment. “Right on time.” Sally remarked, putting the sandwich on a plate, “You wanna come with?”

You shook your head no then walked over to sit down on one of the stools. After a little while, you went upstairs quietly and laid in bed. Sally found you soon enough, you heard her come home. You smelled her perfume. “Hi, darling. You awake?”

You murmured, saying nothing coherent. You felt a dip in the mattress. She sat down next to you then laid down so she could see your face. You were facing her and she stroked your tear-stained cheek. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not. I feel like a mad person, Sally. Why do I get so scared around him? Around men.”

“Because one hurt you. Your mind’s just trying to protect you. But, I hear you, darling. It’s difficult. And some other people make it even more complicated to feel at ease.”

You shifted closer and closer to her until your face was buried in her chest. Reflexively, she’d wrapped her arms around you and was rubbing your back. “We’re not going to see him around anymore.” Sally said softly, “They got him. Heidi told me.”

“I’m tired.” You broke the silence. You were changing the subject, avoiding it. You did not want to think about it.

“That’s alright, close your eyes. I’m right here.”

She kissed your head while you just laid there, having your eyes closed even though you didn’t even feel like sleeping at all. “I was having a good day.” You mumbled.

“I know, I know that, baby.” She soothed.

Then, silence lapsed. You remained still in her arms for a good amount of time. Then, you felt okay, and your mind wandered. Wandered so far you forgot where you were…then, she shifted to get herself more comfortable. And feeling that movement, and her chest in your face, literally— you snapped back to reality.

“Oh.” Her voice made you blink profusely and look at her.

“Huh?”

“Is there…something you want, darling?” A playful grin on her face while you followed her gaze which landed on your hand, on her boob. You gulped, immediately retracting your hand. “Hey, I didn’t say anything.” She chuckled lowly. tilting your chin. You scooched up and met her puckered lips. “I’m not wearing a bra darlin’, feel away.”

Your breath hitched, a strangled ungodly noise caught in your throat. She sighed over exaggeratedly, “It’s always so easy to fluster you, am I right?”

“I’m telling you yes.”

“What? I didn’t say anything.” You answered.

“But I know that look.” She said back calmly, “You were going to ask…if I’d take you. No?”

Crap, she did know that look.

And so, you nodded and said yes. She was right, and you’d made it a point to not lie to her— ever. You wanted this. You wanted her, to make you feel good. Oh, God. Why was it so easy for you to make you feel like this?

Way too easily, she pulled down her shirt, and her nipple was right next to your mouth. You blushed. “Oh, come on, darling. Not your first time seeing me like this.” She teased, you pulled your head back awkwardly.

“Free access.” That same low chuckle, “Do anything you want. I’ll do whatever you wish, too.” Sally watched your face contort as you slowly moved your head back into its previous position. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to. You just have to let me know what exactly you want…” Her fingers drew squiggles on your back, making you squirm.

“I— can I try?”

“Mm,” She planted another kiss to your head, “Of course you can.”

You knew she was bold, but you didn’t expect her to do this— jiggling her tits as if your head wasn’t on her chest. You pouted. She laughed and shifted herself so that she could see your face. “Hi, cutie.” You looked at her and moved slowly, opening your mouth and wrapping your lips around her tit. “Mhm.” She nodded. You went for it, and sucked it, she just smiled and gave you a nod of approval. “That’s it, keep doing that.” You nodded, continuing what you were doing. Your eyes were still on hers, then, you flicked your tongue at the tip in your mouth. She gasped, you smiled. She was satisfied, and so happy that she was under your touch. That spurred you on, and you kept going and going. You just kept feeling her hand roaming your back, somewhat pressing you closer to her.

When it got harder to breathe, you switched sides. That couple of seconds allowed you to catch your breath. “You alright?” She asked, you stopped moving. You nodded, “Yeah. Am I doing okay?”

“Perfect.” She smiled sweetly, “Mm, how about…let’s let you feel good for a bit?”

“Okay.” You agreed.

“Let me sit up.” Sally carefully nudged you off of her. She was then on her knees, quickly prompting you to do the same. Holding your face in her hand, she started to kiss you. Over and over and over, the kisses going from sweet to sloppy over the course of a minute or so. “I’m going to use my fingers, okay?”

“Mm—” You barely broke away, nodded feverishly, “Alright.”

Her hand reached over your dress and into your underwear, her thumb rubbing slow rhythmic circles on your clit. You were already aroused from what you were doing for her, she could feel it and so could you. You whined, she swallowed the noise— of course. Your lips remained mostly connected but still allowed for some noises to slip past your mouth.

“Oh, you’re so fucking wet…” She remarked, her voice low and husky sending a shiver down your spine. Then, you felt her middle finger teasing your folds and your entrance. You kissed her harder, sending an ache to the juncture between your thighs instantly.

Sally pulled away from the kiss with a wet smack, catching your gaze, “Do you want me to do it?”

“Y— yes.” You gulped, your eyes were dazed, lips red and slightly apart while your breath was growing heavy. So, in she went, one finger. Your eyes widened at this new sensation. Sally didn’t move at first to let you get used to it, then she did— slowly. Every single time she re-entered you, the bottom of her palm would smack against your clit sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body that only increased in intensity, as did her pace. You began to rut against her palm, so she caught your gaze again. “You want more?”

A long whine was all that she could hear, along with extremely eager nods. You put your arm around her and pulled her in again, you wanted to keep kissing her. You wanted her to keep kissing you. “As you wish.” You felt her middle finger leave you and you huffed, but in the next moment, that same finger— and her ring finger were gliding from your clit to your entrance. Sally pushed her fingers inside you, repeating the same method of staying stagnant to let you get used to it, then gradually picked up her pace the more aroused you became. “Do you want to try something?” Sally asked, not breaking her own momentum even now. You already sounded pathetic in the meantime while she was calm and collected.

“What?” You asked breathily.

“I’m…going to keep my hand right here, do you maybe want to try to keep going on your own? See where you can get?”

You didn’t even say anything in response. You just did what she’d suggested, no other encouragement needed than already having her digits deep inside you. You fucked yourself with her hand like an animal in heat, desperate for more. Sally simply held onto your face with her free hand, her lips dancing with yours, allowing nothing but little needy noises to get past the tight space. “You feel good?” Sally broke away just enough to speak, her breath tickling your face. You squirmed. “Tell me, darling.”

You panted when you broke away, licking your lips, “Yes— yes, I— I do.”

“Isn’t that great?” She asked, her voice akin to a whisper before she pressed a fluttering kiss to your lips. One way more gentle than those you’ve been getting so far. You could only nod now, coherent thoughts and words were going away from you way faster than you’d expected.

And then…you froze. Your body tensed up. She was slowing down and nearly pulling away from the kiss. You whimpered and told her, “Keep going— keep— I— I’m close.”

“Sure, sweetheart.” Sally purred. “Oh, God.” You groaned feeling her resume her tactic. She smirked at you, tilting your chin, “Do you want to lay down, maybe?”

You’d barely nodded before she pulled out her fingers carefully and guided you to lay down. Smoothly, she pulled your underwear down to your ankles and off completely. She noticed the pool of arousal in it from all of this, she chuckled, hovering over you now to kiss you like you’d wanted…all while her fingers continued at the perfect pace to bring you to the edge and over it.

You were sputtering, breath beginning to get erratic. “Fuck…” You muttered, “Fuck. Close— so close.” But as you were expecting her to go faster, she slowed down to a halt, moved backwards and lowered herself. Sally lowered herself until her face was right in front of your throbbing heat. Then you felt it, her tongue, its slow purposeful strokes going up and down, left to right. You cried out, blindly reaching out for something. Her hand. She held onto your hand within seconds, her free hand— that thumb was now rubbing your clit while her mouth did its work. “Fuck, darling, you are so beautiful…so sweet.” You choked on a sob, then you moaned. Sally moaned back. And your cursed.

The hypothetical coil in your core was winding up and up. Your chest was heaving when it hit you like a wave. Then a second winding, and a second wave. This one was different — scared, no. Startled you a little. You felt a gush of liquid trickling down the back of your thigh. “Fuck, what— what was that, did I just wet your—”

“No, no.” She promised, her face barely away from your cunt. The warmth from her breath made you squirm out of sensitivity. “You’re alright, that’s just— another form of release.”

Your breaths were still quick. “Okay— okay.” You nodded, writhing on her sheets. “I— want to — I want to go again.”

“Okay, I’ve got you.” Sally smiled against you, her hand on your clit was now firmly on your inner thigh, “I’ve got you.”

Of course, you gave her another nod to let her know that you were listening.

“Baby, can I try something? Kiss you a little harder, leave a little something?”

“Go for it, fuck.” You replied, whatever noise nearly came out of you sounded guttural. And so…she began to kiss you repeatedly, then harsher and harsher. They didn’t hurt though. But it will definitely leave something behind.

Due to your sensitivity, it didn’t take you longer than a few more minutes before your third orgasm hit you like an insane wave. It was so intense, you almost immediately felt the ache in your lower abdomen, and you had tears in your eyes. Yet another form of release. As intense as the closing in of your muscles were, you were happy and content. You felt so good. So fucking good.

“You’re alright.” Sally laid down next to you.

“Yeah.” You were still trying to find your breath, but you were all smiles.

Sally’s face ran up your cheek, then, her soft plump lips were on yours. “Yeah.” She pulled you closer. You buried your face in her chest, tears began to stream down your face.

“I love you.” She said, “I love you very much.”

The lacuna in your life…the unfilled space. Was— well, it has been filled up by Sally ever since the both of you met. And you didn’t even realise it at first. But she completed you, made you feel whole and safe and free to be yourself. She loved you— a whole lot. Everything proved it to you.

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idontplaytrack · 5 days ago

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Slow drive or no drive

Lilette Suarez x fem! reader

Warnings: sickfic, fluff, age regression

Reader tries teaching Lilette how to drive. It does not go well. For either of them.

- w.c.: 2.2k

You’ve been teaching Lilette to drive for the past week, was it going well? No. Nothing seemed to work. “I give up.”

“Well, you told me to teach you. So, sure, let’s call it a day,” You said to her while laying back in the front passenger seat. You squinted, feeling the sun in your eyes and a searing jab of pain cut through your skull, followed by an insane wave of nausea. You swallowed thickly, eyes screwing shut.

“What- what’s wrong.”

“Nothing.” You lied, “You want to try again?”

“I’ll just be wasting your time.” She sighed in frustration, “Let’s go.”

“You have your test in a few days.” You deadpanned

“Forget about it.” She narrowed her eyes at you, “Okay, what’s with this? I know I suck so far at driving, so yeah, I know the best thing to do is probably just to forget about it. Who needs a car that badly in Stanton? There’s nowhere to be. Don’t have to get mad at me.” Her tone was snarky, impatient.

You remained silent as your mouth watered. You swallowed harshly again, taking deep breaths and hoping it would pass.

“Hello? Are you listening to me? Do you want to go home or not?”

“My God- stop! Stop yelling at me. I can’t take it, stop!” You snapped, heart slamming against your ribs and your ears rang, “Stop— I’m sorry, stop.” You fumbled with the door but it opened and you threw up right into a drain by a curb.

You were about to get out of the car but she stopped you. “Where are you going?”

“Away.” You gulped, “You’re mad at me.”

“Where are you going?”

You burst into tears. Shit. “Let’s go home, okay?” You squirmed, trying to get away from her hold. “No. I can’t.”

“Baby, I’m sorry. You’re not feeling well, I should’ve asked nicely.” Lilette felt your forehead with the back of her hand. You were definitely running a temperature. “Get in the car.”

“No.” You disagreed, afraid you’d be sick in the car.

“We need to get home, baby. Can you walk?” She studied you for a second, but ultimately decided to call Simon. He came ten minutes later and drove the car— and you two back to Lilette’s apartment. It took about 45 minutes since you’d driven the car out to a secluded area so Lilette could practice. The whole time, you were basically swallowing your excess spit trying not to puke in the car. Your car. That you’d have to clean.

She had her hand on your stomach, the warmth helped a little. But you were still sick as hell. Seeing her apartment building, you were relieved and sat up too quickly. “Oh, no.” Lilette muttered, “You okay?”

You mumbled incoherently and nodded.

“Thanks for driving us.” Lilette said to her best friend while helping you out of the car.

“No problem.” He smiled, “I’ll get going, looks liek you’ll be busy.”

“See you at school.”

He left, then Lilette continued helping you inside. In the lift, you were practically clinging to her, she could feel how warm you were and she didn’t like it. Even though it was either just the flu or a stomach bug.

You plopped onto the couch, then groaned, presumably because of your sore stomach. “…don’t feel good.”

“I know, sweetie.” Lilette crouched down, “I’ll take care of you, hm?”

“I sorry.” You mumbled.

“No, no.” She caressed your cheek, “Come on, let’s go to my room.”

“Tummy hurts.” You hugged your stomach, refusing to get up.

“Wanna just lay here then?” She asked softly. You agreed with a nod. “I’ll be right back, just going to grab your stuff from your room.” You didn’t say anything, but she went ahead anyway and returned not even a minute later with your pillow and blanket— and your teddy bear, of course. She laid everything down and guided you to lay down across the couch. You fit nicely, with space to spare. “Stay with me, Lil?” You looked up at her, eyes huge and watery.

“Of course, sweetie. Close your eyes. Go to sleep.”

You refused. And though she was a little annoyed, she got it. Somehow, you wound up on the floor, with your head in her lap. But hey, at least you finally like the nap take you. Right? Wrong. Not even an hour later you were up and puking whatever else you’d eaten. And ending that round with some very great stomach acid that made Lilette cringe.

Lilette had an idea of how you got sick. You tutored some elementary school kids during your free time for a bit of an income, and you’d mentioned that one of them was coming down with something. Now you must’ve caught whatever they had after being sniffly and coughing for the last two days. Being so sleepy, you just followed her instructions and downed the meds without much thought. You chased the anti-emetic with a fever reducer then was back in her arms within seconds, curled up in her side for warmth. You said you were cold. But laying flat also hurt, so she patiently sat still while you slept. She watched some TV to pass time, but kept the volume to a minimum, pressing kisses to your head every once in awhile. Eventually, your fever broke about an hour or so later. And you woke up. “Hi, baby.” She caressed your cheek, “Feel better? Tummy hurt or no?”

“Tummy doesn’t hurt.” You said back, snuggling closer to her again.

“That’s good, you’ve probably got all the icky stuff out already, hm?” She hummed, “Let’s get you some water, okay?”

She tried to get up and you just cried. “Hey, I’m just going to get you some water, baby. What’s the matter? What do you want?”

You didn’t say anything, but you still seemed quite uncomfortable. Your body was probably aching, she thought. And it was, you just didn’t know how to say it right now. You just sat there, looking pitiful as she filled your water bottle up. “You feel achy everywhere?” She guessed. You nodded, “Yeah.” Opening up your arms, she slot herself in the spot next to you like she had been there earlier. She unlocked and opened your bottle’s lid and let you sip on the water slowly while she held onto the bottle.

“How are you feeling, baby?” She asked, taking a look at you. You were picking at the silicone boot of your Owala, licking your slightly reddish and cracked lips. You didn’t answer. Of course you wouldn’t. But when she thought that you were opening up your mouth to ask for something— hopefully a snack, you only wound up coughing. So she rubbed your back and forgot about the question quickly. No doubt you weren’t happy about that, but you were too tired to care much. You just closed your eyes in hopes of falling asleep again, and letting the sleep keep you from feeling all the achiness. Lilette set your bottle down then wrapped her arms around you.

“Bed?” You looked at her.

“Sure, c’mon. Up we go.”

She sang to you out of boredom. You liked it, but you also looked like you wanted something. Awhile later you said, “Lil, I want jammies. Please?”

“Absolutely, baby. You wanna pick one? Okay, I’ll pick.” Lilette was frustrated, about this whole situation, not directly with you, but the fact that it had to be so hard— not that you had much control over it. You were just letting it happen, it was involuntary anyway. You didn’t choose to regress. Being sick and in distress always set you off, Lilette knew that she had to do better and she was trying.

She left you get dressed in a soft t-shirt that had smiley daisy prints all over it, and a simple pair of dark blue sleep shorts. You didn’t object, just…let her help you. It was like you were spacing out, big time.

“Wanna lay down, babe?” She asked, a tentative hand on your upper back.

Your nose was a little stuffy, and she figured laying down would make your cough worse— or have you feeling worse overall. She really had to pick her battles here. The symptoms that were truly bugging you were gone now thanks to the medication. But now came new ones that became more obvious because of a lack of the previous. Some medicines also could not be mixed. “Come here.” Lilette held out her arms and you instantly snuggled up. “I’m sorry you don’t feel good, baby.”

You basically stared into space until you drifted off to sleep again and missed dinner. A little after midnight, you woke up and found Lilette in the kitchen washing some dishes. She’d made dinner for herself and already ate. “Hey.” She turned to look at you, placing a plate on the dish rack. “You hungry?” She asked hopefully. You gave her a shy nod, “Yeah, I hungy.”

“I’ll heat up some chicken noodle soup for you, okay?” She told you, her voice quiet, and gentle. You simply stood next to her in silence— for a few seconds. Then, you tug on her arm, sniffling, “Can I watch TV, Lil?”

“Of course, you want my help?”

“Yeah.” The same shy nod, and she took your hand into her own after setting down the just opened can of Campbell’s Chicken and Stars. Lilette sat down on the couch and grabbed the remote from the coffee table. “What do you wanna watch?”

You slowly turned to face her, barely keeping eye contact. She smiled. “The baby sheep.” You replied. That’d be Timmy Time. “Alrighty.” She found it on Youtube and played whichever seemed like one you’d enjoy then set down the remote, “Here you go. I’ll be over there for a few minutes to make your soup then I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, mama.” You agreed with a nod, voice barely audible.

She stayed up with you for a good three hours since you were all energised from your nap, but Lilette’s never been more glad to be up late. While you ate, she just sat with you, and looked at you, occasionally stroke your head and smiling at you. You smiled back and all, but you were a little too quiet for her liking. Still, she doesn’t ask. WIth you being unwell, that seemed like a given, At last, you both were back on the couch, you had your had in her lap while you laid across the couch. “You feel better, baby?”

“I do.”

She leaned down and planted a kiss on your forehead, “That’s good.”

You shrugged, turning over onto your side so you could watch TV. “I’m sorry. For getting annoyed at you just now.”

“It’s okay.” You answered without much thought, holding onto her hand that was naturally resting on your side. Another smile showed up on her face, this time, one of relief.

“Not sleepy?’

You shook your head vigorously and laughed, “Noooo.”

“That’s okay, more of this baby sheep for you then.” Lilette tickled your tummy making you squirm, the sound of your laughter like music to her ears, and washing away her worries. “No moreeee.” You sulked, but it was your body language that immediately made her pull away.

“Owie.” You pouted.

“Where?”

You gestured broadly to your chest. Ah, yes, the annoying thing about too much coughing and sneezing. The chest pain.

“It’s okay, I got you. Just let me take care of you, hm? You’ll be all better in no time.” Lilette hushed you, hand on your abdomen as she spoke and noted the time on the clock. Another dose of Tylenol would do you some good. Keep the fever from returning, and keep the pain at bay, y’know. Though…it was a bit of a struggle. “Please?”

You just pulled a face, disgusted.

“It’ll help you feel better, baby. I promise.”

“But yucky.” You continued, looking at her with glossy eyes.

“Sweetie, please.” She nearly sighed, holding onto the syringe of pinkish purple liquid cold+flu+cough Tylenol– for nighttime. You covered your mouth with your elbow. “Sit in my lap.”

“No.”

“SIt in my lap.” She replied firmly.

Your lip wobbled, knowing that she wouldn’t give up. You felt Lilette wrap her arm around you from behind, then she stuck the syringe in between your lips. You didn’t even open your mouth. You cringed and almost gagged but fought through it. Did you want to cry? No. Were you going to cry? Oh, absolutely.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” She smooched your cheek, ditching the syringe, “Good girl.” Holding your water bottle to your lips, you were in a hurry to gulp some water so that you could get rid of the bitter taste still lingering in your mouth. “There we go.” Lilette kissed you on the cheek over and over, to distract you. And thankfully, it worked. It was never too hard to make you happy while you were regressed. “Okay, shall we go to bed?”

You did go to bed, at almost 5am, but only if she was holding you. That was the only way you could sleep peacefully, and Lilette wouldn’t want to have it any other way. As long as you were safe, happy and healthy? She was content, she would do anything for you, always. No matter how hard it may seem in the moment. Always.

A week later, she got her license. You weren't sure how, but as long as she was happy, so were you. "I'm so proud of you." You smacked a kiss to her lips. Lilette snickered, "Thank you, baby. Couldn't have done it without you."

🏷️ Tag list: @arandomeee @ashecampos @auliisflower @cheesysoup-arlo @frogs00 @ludoesartandstuff @pda128

💬A/N : Felt like writing for this character bc it’s been such a long time, but towards the end I just lost the motivation. 🤣💀💀

#lilette suarez #x reader #female reader #reader insert #reader image #auli’i cravalho #wlw #lgbtqia #gxg #queer #cw agere #self indulgent writer fr lmao #fanfiction #post canon #alternative universe #agere comfort

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idontplaytrack · 5 days ago

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I feel like the phrase 'write for yourself' is starting to be used too rigidly these days or treated like the only valid approach, when in reality, writing can be for yourself and others. I enjoy writing, but I also enjoy sharing and getting comments! Is it really that horrible that I enjoy both? Why should I feel guilty about my own excitement over sharing a new chapter and eagerness to know what readers will think about it?

Of course, you should write for yourself, fanfiction especially, first and foremost, but being excited to share it with the others isn't something to be ashamed of either.

If we all wrote just for ourselves, Ao3 and similar websites wouldn't exist.

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idontplaytrack · 6 days ago

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Please, I'm so pathetically in need of someone to eat me out.

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idontplaytrack · 6 days ago

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New music release date?????

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idontplaytrack · 6 days ago

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SVU27 COMING THIS FALL!

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idontplaytrack · 7 days ago

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i am not cute

@cheesysoup-arlo @ludoesartandstuff @sillydizzybxtches @pda128

Saw this on a non-disordered blog and thought it was cute

Idk if anyone wants to do it but yeah

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idontplaytrack · 7 days ago

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jos x reader hurt/comfort fic where jos accidentally hurts reader when she’s still learning her powers.

Keeping Busy

Jos Cleary Lopez x fem! reader

Warnings: accidental injury due to The Power, fluff, some coarse language, implied smut at the end

- w.c: 1.7k

It was Saturday morning. You had spent the night at Jos’ after school yesterday. You and Jos were the first ones awake since you got to bed early last night due to a headache. Margot was busy and left the house way earlier, Rob on the other hand, was home. “Want some breakfast?” Jos asked while you followed her down the stairs. It creaked, the skies were gloomy, casting an eerie atmosphere throughout the house, heck, the city.

It was the norm, but given the recent events. You were shaky, Jos was on edge…worried. For you, for herself.

“I’m…not that hungry, Jos.”

Her brows knit together in worry. “Is it the headache?”

“Everything is the headache.”

Jos bit back a sigh, kissing your cheek, “You’re okay.”

“No.” You chuckled, “No one is okay. W— all the girls are being treated like freaks with this Power. Still. Though that just explains why we even got it in the first place. They can’t stand seeing us being in control.”

“We’ll work through this, together. Don’t focus on anything else or anyone else. Just yourself, just us. There’s a lot going on in the world and you can’t change most of it. Don’t look at the news anymore, it’s not doing your anxiety any good.”

“The news is everywhere, Jos.” You sat down at the island, chewing on your nails. Then, you got a zap and quickly pulled away, seething. “Are you hurt?”

“No.” You huffed, resting your hands on the countertop, “Just startled, that’s all.”

“Good. What do you want for breakfast?”

“Anything, I guess.” You answered lacklusterly.

Jos decided on French Toast with some fruit. One of your favourites. She hoped it would cheer you up, even just a little bit. You were happy just watching her work in the kitchen. Until…she turned in the induction stove and you stood up. “Actually— Jos, maybe…you shouldn’t— you shouldn’t touch an electric stove?”

“I’ll be fine.” She assured, but you weren’t too sure about it. Several weeks ago, it was the microwave. Then the stereo in Rob’s car. Then she accidentally zapped her brother on the eye while fighting over the remote. And now, you reached over to her hand to get it off the stove but it was too late. Of course it was, she didn’t know how to control the Power yet and hurt herself. Since your hand was already on hers, you got hurt too. Her eyes went wide and she gasped, “Shit. I told you I’ll be fine, why did you— God.” At least nothing blew up this time.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” You took a look at your hand, nothing wrong with it. It just felt like static shock, but somewhat more intense. If anything, this was an improvement. “Are you sure?” She hurriedly took your hand to see for herself. “Babe, yes.” You let out a chuckle at how worried she looked. “I’m sorry, I just— I don’t know that happened.”

“Me neither, but it’s fine. I’m not hurt. It just felt like static shock.” You told her, “Watch the french toast.”

“Right.” Jos sighed, pressing a kiss to your hand then flipped the egg-dipped slice of brioche over in the pan.

“I heard something. Are you girls okay?” Rob came down the stairs.

“I got zapped on the stove trying to get it on. Her hand was on mine, but we’re fine.”

“Sure?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, “All good.”

“Well, good to see you girls keeping busy on a weekend and doing something.”

“Dad, you want some french toast?”

“Not too much of a sweets guy, but yeah, I’ll take some.” He shrugged, sitting down at the island with you, “And you, no más café para ti.”

“Ay, noooo.” You held your coffee-filled mug protectively with both hands. “I need my coffee.”

“All that caffeine is probably why you have so much trouble falling asleep. And the lack of sleep is why your headaches have been at an all-time high.” He told you while reaching for a mug and the coffee pot.

You narrowed your eyes at him playfully.

“Point taken.” He laughed, “But I did a surgery last night— lasted till early this morning. I deserve my coffee.”

“You just got home?” Jos blinked, slightly taken aback.

“Got home around 5am. It is now 8:30, so minus the time I took for a shower? I got a whopping three hours of sleep.”

“So what are you doing up? Go back to sleep.” You muttered, taking a swig of coffee and putting your mug down.

“I tried.” He laughed, Jos put a plate of french toast in front of him. He walked up to the fridge to get the bottle of syrup and box of blueberries. “You want blueberries?” He asked, looking over his shoulder at you.

“No.” You muttered, accepting your plate of food from Jos, grabbing a banana off of the bunch in front of you on the island.

“Alright, then. You want strawberries too, Jos?”

“Sure, yeah.”

After breakfast, you went back up to Jos’ room quietly. “Niña, stop. Wait a second.” Rob stopped you before you started walking up the stairs.

“Yeah?”

“Are you alright? Do you have a headache again?”

“Again? No. I’ve been having it for two days.” You told him, biting back a scoff.

“That’d be a migraine.”

“So…”

“So, get some rest. Shut the curtains and lay down, sleep.” He suggested. “Does the coffee help?”

“Actually, yeah.”You arched a brow, “Anyway, I’m gonna go take a shower because the heat helps too. Jos, excuse me.”

“Be careful, babe.”

A little after you’d gone into the bathroom and started the shower, Jos was still in the kitchen with Rob, drinking coffee and chatting. Izzie and Matt were away at camp for a few more days, so the house has been quieter than she was used to now in a long time. “She gets those a lot, huh?”

“Stress is a big trigger for her migraines, I’ve noticed. And with what’s going on lately? All over the world?” Jos glanced at him, “It’s been some time since we got The Power, it’s a good thing, y’know? Self defence? There are so many bad people around, some just blend in. Why do they feel so threatened if they’ve got nothing to hide?”

“Some people, some guys…they just don’t like seeing girls in power, in charge. Because to them, girls are supposed to be the weak ones. But that’s not true. And, I know you’re still figuring out how to control the Power, that’s fine. It hasn’t been long since you got it, it takes time. Babies don’t learn how to walk in a day, Jos. Go easy on yourself for that.”

“Thanks, Dad.” Jos smiled and gave him a hug, “I’m gonna make her some more coffee.”

“Of course.” He returned the smile, “And, make sure she doesn’t go overboard on the coffee. And get her to try other stuff to help if meds don’t do the trick.”

“I’ll make sure.” Jos chuckled, “It’s…weird being in a house this quiet so far. I haven’t experienced this in years. Matt and Izzie would always be squabbling, or me and him these days.”

“Enjoy it while it lasts.” He laughed too, patting her on the back, “I heard from Mom what happened at her house. It’s good she’s confiding in you and knowing that staying here for awhile would be better for her. Especially with that migraine now.”

“They fight all the time, her mom and dad. About the same things, over and over again. It’s stupid, and annoying how they refuse to hold themselves accountable and change. For her, for her siblings.”

“You might want to talk to her about spending most of her time here instead of home. Get her away from that environment, it’s a huge stressor. She’ll always be in pain if she stays at home.”

“I’ve been thinking about it.” Jos nodded solemnly, “It’s hard to get her to prioritise herself. I’m surprised she even talked to Mom. But it’s good. I’ll talk to her later.”

“Good. Hoping for the best, mija.”

“I’ll uh, I’ll go check on her then make sure the room’s all set for her.”

“Okay. No funny business in the bathroom.”

“Dad!” She seethed, “Of course not.”

Jos knocked on the bathroom door, you could barely hear it over the sound of the water. “Yes?”

“It’s me.” Jos spoke louder, “You doing okay?”

“Yeah. Why?”

The door opened and she peeked into the room, “I got the room all nice and dark for you once you get outta here.”

“Thanks. Don’t even think about joining me in here.”

“I’ve been warned, so no. Don’t worry.” She bit back a laugh.

“I’ll be waiting in my room. Take your time, yeah?”

You walked into Jos’ bedroom a good thirty minutes later, dressed in her sweatpants and baggy t-shirt. She opened up her arms and you just straddled her and sat in her lap, inhaling the comforting scent of her favourite vanilla and rose lotion. “Hey.” She whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek while rubbing your back, “You wanna lay down?”

You shook your head.

“That’s alright.” The soothing motions of her palm continued.

After a bit, you broke away from the embrace. “Maybe…I want some funny business.”

“What?” She chuckled, “Ohh. Alright.” Jos had her hand going up your cheek, cupping it before she tucked some hair behind your ear. She looked at you in a silent ask. You nodded, she crashed her lips onto your own. “I didn’t lock the door.” You murmured.

“I got it.” Jos sighed, “One sec.” You climbed off of her, spotted the tumbler on her nightstand and took a gulp. It was coffee. Ice cold coffee. Once she’d locked her door she rushed back to you, eager to kiss you again. “Let me see your hand.” She requested when you climbed back onto her lap, with your knees on either side of her thighs.

“Jos, I’m fine, It didn’t even leave a mark.”

“I know.” She hummed, her fingertips tracing your palm with no particular pattern. “I just feel bad, you were looking out for me and you got zapped.”

“I get it, but don’t feel bad. I’m perfectly fine, and it was an accident.” You assured.

She chuckled lowly, gently holding your cheek once again, “Let me make up for that and help you with your migraine. He did say to make sure you try other things. Besides…he only said no funny business in the bathroom. This isn’t the bathroom.”

You grinned, “Be my guest. I’m all yours, Jos.”

🏷️ Tag list: @arandomeee @ashecampos @auliisflower @cheesysoup-arlo @frogs00 @ludoesartandstuff @pda128

💬A/N: A pretty short one, but thanks for the request, anon. :)

#jos cleary lopez #auli’i cravalho #x reader #reader insert #female reader #wlw #gxg #lgbtqia #fanfiction #queer fiction #the power(2023)#the power amazon #anon requested #wlw fluff

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idontplaytrack · 8 days ago

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Wednesday Afternoon

Janis 'Imi'ike x fem! reader

Warnings: angst

Janis is five months pregnant. Turning 34 is a bittersweet occasion.

The sun’s barely risen that morning and you’d already rolled out of bed. After freshening up, you stopped by Kalia’s room to take a peek, it was a habit. She was still soundly asleep, just like you had expected. To no surprise, Akoni was also awake.

“Hey, good morning.” He smiled, looking at you for a beat while making a fresh pot of coffee. There was also a kettle of water boiling. “Boiling some water too so you can have your tea instead of coffee.”

You smiled back, “Thanks Dad.”

“No problem.” He pulled out your favourite mug for you from the cupboard before pouring himself a mug of coffee and sitting down at the table. “We have all of the stuff we need to make the Laulau.”

“Already? I thought you said we were going to have to buy a few ingredients.” You asked, shocked.

“Don’t have to, we’re all set.” He assured, “Let’s have some breakfast before we get started.”

You saw him take out a plate of manapua from the steamer. Eyes widening, “How early did you wake up?”

“Just twenty minutes ago.” He laughed lightly at your expression, “Here, let’s eat.”

“Thank you.”

“Kalia’s still doing that thing where she walks up to Jan and says a random name?”

“Been about a week, but yes she’s still going up to Janis, rubbing her stomach and saying ‘Hi’ along with a name.” You chuckled, taking a bite out of the steamed bun.

“Any shortlisted names yet?” He asked curiously.

“Actually last night, Kalia said the name ‘Emmy’. Janis really liked that— as a nickname. After Kalia got back to playing with her toys, we talked for a little bit. Settled on the name ‘Emelia. She wanted to honour Emily, and Kalia’s obviously going to be happy about it so…yeah.”

“‘Emelia?” Akoni repeated, “I think that’s perfect.”

You smiled, “Ah, you’ll like whatever names we picked, Dad. We know you.”

“Hey, you ladies know how to pick names, alright?”

“Middle name is between Mahina and Lani.”

“See? Great choices.”

After a brief breakfast, you and Akoni got started on preparations for the Laulau. “How ya doing over there?” He asked, looking to his left. You were helping him rinse the excess salt off the butterfish before seasoning the pork and chicken.

“I got it.” You told him, face nearly squirming up. You and the fishy smells were never a good mix. But for Janis, you gotta do what you gotta do.

The whole process to cook the laulau took about four hours, and you would not have been able to do that without his help. He was a pro at this, and just cooking in general. You technically didn’t have to be awake so early, but you wanted to time everything properly so that Janis could wake up to her favourite dish on her birthday for breakfast. She was turning 34, officially outliving her mother Emily today. You knew she was nervous more than anything, with Emmy being the second child, Janis was afraid…because of the association she had in her mind— Emily died while giving birth to Janis’ sister, the second child.

“I haven’t made this in ages.” Akoni said, “This does not compare to what Emily used to make, y/n.”

You flashed a crooked smile as your mind began to get flooded with fading memories of the said woman who was incredibly warm and kind, and beautiful. Janis held a striking resemblance to Emily, but had Akoni’s smile and attitude. “Oh, I was looking for you.” Janis’ voice snapped you out of it. “Good morning.” You went up to her, kissing her on the lips, “Happy birthday.”

She smiled softly, “Thank you. Morning, Dad.”

“Good morning.” Akoni gave her a hug from the side, “Breakfast is ready.”

Janis looked at the food on the table and gasped, “How on earth, did— oh my God, you woke up way too early for this, you guys.”

“It’s worth it.” You squeezed her shoulder and pulled a chair out for her to sit. She sat down, holding onto your hand, nudging you to sit down as well.

“That plate is yours.” Akoni pointed to the one right in front of Janis while looking at her. “y/n, this. Is for you. No fish, just chicken and pork.”

You looked at him, surprised, “What?”

“I made these for you. You need to eat too, silly girl.”

You exhaled shakily, how did you not notice?

“Thanks, eat too. You got up the earliest, Dad.”

“I know, I know. Eating now.” He laughed a little, “Let’s eat, hm? Enjoy the little bit of quiet before the kid wakes up.” As soon as he said that, you heard Nemo walking out from yours and Janis’ room. His paws on the wooden floors, and the sound of his collar. “Hi, buddy.” You greeted him airily, he stood next to your chair, “Aaand, you’re just waiting for food. I’ll be right back.” You told Janis and Akoni, then went to the kitchen to quickly prep his food and give it to him. “I’m gonna go out for a bit after breakfast.”

“Where to?” You asked.

“I can give you a ride, Janis.” Akoni replied.

“I—” Janis’ voice got shaky, “I just— I want to go see Mama.”

“Yeah, we’ll go right after this. Okay?”

The silence that followed was tense, without acknowledgement. Still, everyone ate their food. No other words were exchanged until Janis got up to change her clothes. “I’ll just be a minute.”

“Sure, sweetie. Take your time.” Akoni answered, then noticed the look on your face, “Kalia’s still asleep, so just stay here with her first, okay? I’ll come back later to take you and her there if you want.” Still, you seemed tense. Anxious, even. “Everything’s fine.” Akoni assured, “Okay? She’s okay. I promise.”

You nodded, out of habit resting your arm across Nemo and fiddling with the tag on his collar. He stayed still, sensing your anxiety.

Janis and Akoni quietly left the house after he’d grabbed the keys and Janis pressed a kiss to your cheek. She doesn’t say anything, but Akoni told you that he’d be back soon. You watched them leave, as though frozen in your seat at the table. Nemo moved, resting his head on your lap.

Eventually, you got moving too, doing chores. Nemo followed you around, but then he started playing with his toys in the living room while you occupied yourself with cleaning. An hour goes by, it was now ten in the morning and Kalia was now awake. “What do you want for breakfast?”

“Cereal. I want Fruit Loops.” She was already standing by the fridge, holding onto the handle.

“Sure, baby.”

“I’ll make it.” She beamed, “Did you eat your breakfast yet, mama?”

“I did.” You nodded, forcing a smile.

“Mama, watch TV with meeee.” Kalia tugged onto your arm, “C’mon Nemo, TV time.”

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“I can’t sit on the ground right now, so I’m just going to be standing.” Janis laughed dryly. “Hi, mama.” Akoni stepped back, letting her have her own space. “I couldn’t sleep last night, I just kept thinking. About you, about Jenna, then about the baby…I just— it’s like a warzone in my head these days.”

The weather was nice and warm, probably what kept her focused on one thing in this moment instead of focusing on her racing thoughts. She looked directly at her mom’s headstone, picturing her just sitting there and actually responding. “I can’t help but feel so scared as I get closer and closer to my duedate. I keep thinking something bad’s going to happen, and I’d end up…” Janis swallowed the painful lump in her throat, “That I’d end up dead and giving everyone a whole other pain to deal with. I don’t want to think like that, but it’s happening no matter what I try to distract myself with. I cannot shake the image of the aftermath if my anxiety is right. I cannot have my wife become a widow, my kids cannot be without me. I cannot have dad lose another family member, another child.”

“Believe me, I talked to my therapist about this, she says it’s normal for the anxiety to be here but it is eating me alive. It’s pushing me away from my wife and she’s been so worried.”

Once she’s let that all out, Janis just stood there, swiping her tears away. Then, she shut her eyes and took deep breaths to calm herself down. She pictures Emily, standing right in front of her, holding her hands. That warmth that felt like such a distant memory all came rushing back to her. She smiled.

“Janis, you’ll be fine. Just like you are now. You’ll have to trust me, baby.”

Janis choked on a sob, letting out a shaky breath.

“I’m scared, mama.”

“I know, I know that, my love. I understand that, but you don’t have to be. I’ve been watching over you, over y/n, over Kalia and your dad…I would never let anything happen to you all. I may not be Earthside, but I’m still with you. You hear me? You’ll be okay.”

“You— I miss you so much, mama.”

Janis felt Emily caress her face and look at her with eyes so full of love and joy. Janis couldn’t help but smile too, but then cried even harder when all the moments of hardship throughout her life after Emily’s passing came to mind, more specifically those moments with you and Kalia.

You, miscarrying while Janis wasn’t home. But someone was home with you.

You, having hyperemesis gravidarum but never needing to be in the E.R. for fluids.

Kalia getting sick as an infant, but she got just the help she need because someone had heard you standing up for her.

You, having a tumor but it wasn’t malignant.

And herself, fainting due to low blood pressure but Regina just happened to be nearby.

That was all Emily.

“I’m always going to be your Mom.” Emily continued, “I say you’ll be okay, so you will. I ka olelo no ke ola, i ka 'olelo no ka make. You remember that?”

“Yeah.” Janis sniffled. “‘In speech is life, in speech is death.’”

Emily nodded, that same look still on her face, “What else?”

Janis took a second but said, “He kehau ho’oma’ema’e ke aloha.”

“Love is like a cleansing dew.” Emily repeated, “Trust in your village, they’ve got your back. Always. The people you have in your life right now, are your people. They’re in your life for a reason, just like you are in theirs. Love is a powerful thing, Janis.”

“I love you, always.” Janis hugged her, “Thank you.”

Once Janis opened her eyes, she was ready to leave. She was ready to go home. To you, to Kalia. To her people. Her own little village, who loves her so very much. Turning around, Janis tells Akoni she was ready to go home. He nodded, “y/n wants to come by, so I’ll drop you off at home, and take her here, okay?”

“Yeah.” Janis dried her tears with a tissue that Akoni gave her, “Okay. Don’t forget the flowers.”

Akoni sets down the bouquet of roses, marigolds and lilies. “I’ll be back with y/n.” He kissed his hand and touched the stone after, then got up and back to the car.

Kalia didn’t want to tag along, so Janis stayed home with her while you stepped out. You greeted her with a kiss, “Hi, I’ll see you in a bit, okay, honey?” Janis smiled and kissed you back before you’d put your shoes on. Behind her, Akoni was waiting. You got into the front seat with him, buckled up and he drove away from the house.He puts on your favourite playlist for the drive, the silence has now been comfortable.

“We already got flowers, so don’t worry about that.”

“Oh, okay.”

After approximately thirty minutes, you’d arrived at the place that you only saw about four or five times a year. Akoni walked with you to where Emily was rested, then stepped back again to let you have your space.

“Hi, Emily.” You seemed a little bit awkward, you always have.

You sighed, letting your mind run free. Like for Janis, Emily showed up in front of you.

“I always tell you to call me Mom but you never listen, honey. I’m not going to force you, though.” She chuckled. “How are you, sweetheart?”

“I’m…fine.” You answered, fiddling with your thumbs. She held onto your hands to stop it, catching your gaze. “I’m fine, the pain’s been manageable lately, but I’m worried about Jan. Because— she’s so scared about when the time comes to actually have the baby. She’s scared that what happened to you would happen to her. And I don’t know what else to do but assure her things would be okay.”

“I know, honey. I talked to her.” Emily hummed, her voice was as soothing as always. “And…you being by her side, letting her know things would be okay…is more than enough. It’s scary, unnerving, I know that. I see it all, but trust me, she will be okay. Emmy will be okay.”

You looked at her confused, almost.

Emily smiled, slightly amused by your expression, “I ka olelo no ke ola, i ka 'olelo no ka make. In speech is life, in speech is death. As long as you have me, as long as you believe…things will be fine. Just like they have been.”

You looked like you were about to burst into tears while you slowly got the same flashbacks as Janis. “It’s okay to be scared, that’s a part of life. But believing in the good things, in love, in your own village to always have your back. That’s an even bigger part of life, what makes it worth it.”

“Thank you.” You sniffled, “Mom, thank you for watching over us.”

She smiled brightly, wiping your tears away.

And with one last hug, your eyes opened up and she was gone with the wind.

You took one more look at the headstone, then turned on your heels to leave and let Akoni have his turn. “I’ll wait for you in the car, Dad.”

“Okay, honey. Watch your step. I won’t be long.”

You sat in the front seat once again, escaping the humidity briefly. Your playlist was still streaming softly through the speakers. You laid back and shut your eyes to rest, trying to digest everything you’d just heard. You weren’t sure how long it had been, but you woke up when Akoni got into the driver’s seat. “Alright, ready to go?”

“Yeah.” You nodded in agreement, and off he went.

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On the way home, Akoni stopped at a bakery to pick up Janis’ birthday cake. And a shave ice from Lupe’s shop. Then, you guys were home. Nemo ran up to you two once the door opened, then Kalia and Janis came over too. “Hi.” Janis hugged Akoni then kissed you on the lips. “Brought a treat.” Akoni smiled, showing her the shave ice. “Ooh.” Janis gasped, “Thank you thank you, that’s amazing it’s so hot.”

“Enjoy.” He handed her the cup, laughing then turned to Kalia, “Didn’t forget about you, sweetie. There are ice pops in the fridge or you can have some of these cookies and brownies I just got.” Kalia’s playful sulk disappeared, she grinned now, “The purple brownies?!” Ube. Ube brownies. Half the box was that, and the other half was macadamia and guava cookies.

“Yep.” Akoni confirmed.

Kalia squealed, “Thank youuuu. I can take one now?” She seemed to have realised that these treats were only purchased on special occasions.

“Of course you can.” Akoni said to her, “Be careful. Here you go.” Kalia took the box excitedly and walked over to the kitchen island to set it down. In the meantime, Akoni took Nemo out for a walk after putting the cake in the fridge. You and Janis joined Kalia in front of the TV, watching an old Disney sitcom that she’s picked out. Kalia was snuggled in between you and Janis, and then she held out her plate of goodies offering them to you. “It’s okay, you eat them. I’ll get some later.”

“Eat one. There’s a lot.” She insisted, squinting at you.

“Okay.” You gave in, not wanting her to question anything. Even though you simply didn’t feel like having it now, no other reason. You grabbed a brownie and took a bite out of it, this bakery never disappoints. The sweets were always delicious.

Suddenly, Janis gasped and you whipped your head towards her direction so quickly. “What?”

“She kicked.” Janis was literally grinning from ear to ear, “Emmy kicked.”

Your eyes went wide, “Really?” She just grabbed your hand and placed it on her bump. True enough, you felt it. Kalia did too, “So cool.”

“Yeah.” Janis agreed, pressing a kiss to the kid’s head. “Wait, you and mama decided on a name already?” Kalia then looked between you and Janis. “Yep. Thanks to your suggestion.” Janis confirmed after sharing a look with you, “Officially, she’s ‘Emelia, but you get to call her Emmy.”

“Good.” The kid beamed, feeling Janis’ bump again, “I like that name.”

“We do too, my love. It’s a great one.” You quipped. About an hour later, Akoni returned home with Nemo, Regina, Cady and their kids. Soon, Aaron showed up too. “Okay— why is literally everyone we know here?”

“It’s your birthday, dummy.” Damian remarked.

Janis rolled her eyes, Kalia laughed and jumped out of her seat to give her aunts a hug. “Hi, Jeanie.” Regina and Cady greeted her, both of them engulfing her in a hug together.

Then they got to decorating the dining room with some decorations while Aaron and Damian helped Akoni with dinner— and ate the leftover Laulau from the morning.

“I’m gonna go take a shower.” Janis decided, “I’ll be right back, honey.”

“Okay, Jan. Be careful.”

“I will.” She smacked a kiss to your cheek, then laughed, “They definitely want pictures to be taken since they’re putting decorations up. And I feel sweaty and gross so— yeah.”

Kalia snuggled up against your side to finish the rest of the movie while Janis was in the shower. You let them work, content to be spending some relaxing time with your daughter. Pretty soon, Regina and Jace joined you both on the couch. Cady was sitting at the dining table feeding Marlowe. “You wanna pick something to watch?” Kalia handed the remote over to Jace. “Ooh, sure.” He agreed immediately. “I’m gonna go check on mommy. One sec.” You slid out from her arms and padded into the bedroom, “Start without me, okay?”

“Jan?” You knocked on the door.

“Yeah?”

“You okay?” You peeked in the door.

“Yep. Why?” She asked. You stepped into the bathroom entirely. “Oh, you wanna join me.” She chuckled, “Come on in, then.”

You put your hair up in a messy bun and got undressed, then stepped inside the shower. She couldn’t resist and kissed your shoulder almost immediately. “A little warning, this girl’s very active today— constantly kicking my bladder. So if I pee? It’s Emmy’s fault.”

“Ugh, I know.” You laughed, lathering some body wash on your palm to wash yourself. “I know how that is.”

Not even a minute later, you felt exactly that happening. “Did you just pee?”

“Meh, I warned you.” Janis shrugged, “Not my fault she’s kicking me like she’s trying to get out of me and play with water.”

“It happens.” You regained your composure quickly. “With Kalia, I could barely get enough sleep.”

“I know.” She recalled, “I got lucky.”

You got out of the shower first, rejoining Kalia on the couch. Janis exited a few minutes later, dressed in pastel yellow and blue striped button down shirt and her favourite pair of comfy sweatpants. Smart. The photos would only show what shirt she was wearing, not her pants.

Soon, dinner was laid on the kitchen island and the cake? It took the place in the middle of the dining table. Akoni asked Janis to sit down so he could get a photo of her with the cake alone. Then, he got you to join, then Kalia, then Kalia asked to take a photo with Janis alone. Of course he obliged. At last, he took a photo of everyone with her. “Dad, I want a photo with you. Just you, come on. I won’t forget.” Janis glared at him playfully. He obliged, joining in next to her while you took a few pictures.

Then the birthday song was sung to Janis. She liked it, but only because it was just the family present. With any other people around, she would’ve said no to it right away. Janis cut the cake, leaving the first slice untouched on the table. The next one to her Dad, then to you. She however didn’t eat her cake until she had given out a slice to everyone. “How good is this?” Damian remarked.

“Oh, you’ll be in for a lot of good stuff, dude. We get a cake from this bakery for every birthday.”

“Lucky me.” He said, words garbled because of the cake in his mouth.

You took occasional glances at Janis while eating your slice of cake, trying to not-do-subtly check if she was doing okay. But you couldn’t tell, exactly. “I’m okay, honey.” She answered, that was all you needed to hear. It was the way she said it, that had you believe that she was truly fine. A lovely conversation followed throughout dinner, reminding you all of old times. While Janis was recounting a particular memory from the ‘run away from June’ trip to New York, the doorbell rang. Janis took this chance to get up and stretch, she answered the door. “Gretchen! Karen, oh, Gosh. Hey, guys.”

“Happy birthday, honey.” Gretchen gave her a careful hug, “Sorry we’re late. Our plane landing was delayed.”

“It’s alright, I’m glad to see you guys. Come on in, it’s been forever.” Janis pushed the door open wider for them to walk into the house. ”There’s some cake at the table— really good. Dinner’s on the island. Help yourselves, join us in the gabsesh.”

“Ooh, thanks.” Gretchen took Karen by the hand and led her to the table first for cake. Then, the pair joined the whole group to chat. “How’s everything?”

“Um, today was a little rough but I’m alright, baby’s alright too, so, that’s what matters. Whatever it is, she’s my priority right now.” They seemed to understand pretty quickly what she meant by rough. They knew what had happened to Emily at this age. Not always, but they found out eventually. In fact, other than your sister, you were the next to be told about Janis’ Mom and younger sister.

The evening proceeded in a blur for most, but was vivid to Janis. She looked around, taking in every smile, every cheer at a winning round of a board game, every laughter, every squeal from reacting to a movie they’d decided to watch. These little…moments that most took for granted? She’s been paying attention to them a lot after the morning. It was because of these little moments that made life worth living. Because she had good people around her who loved her, home and home away from home. These little moments, they weren’t that little. They meant the world to her that they even thought of her on her birthday, but that wasn’t all. Because they made the effort and took the time and planned to come here, to be with her. At the end of the day, nothing mattered but her family. This bunch. And only this bunch, no one else mattered, no matter how hard they try to bring any of you down.

“Thank you.” Said Janis as she looked up from ger phone, you turned to look at her and set your phone down. She held your face and crashed her lips onto yours.

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