#It's OK guys Michael's fine he's just taking a little nap...

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Do you fear you'll rot down here with him?

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Crazy Rich Avengers: Chapter 2

Peter Parker x Reader

Chapter Summary: Tony is oblivious, Shuri is a queen as always, Peter is breakfast man and Y/N’s a grandma

Warnings: swearing and one mention of sex

Word count: 2589

*Flashback to Wednesday*

“Alright troops, let’s get this party started.” Tony walked into the debriefing room that was used for only meetings, but this week it had a new purpose: discussing Wanda and Vision’s wedding plans. Everyone was gathered around a circular table with plans and maps strewn out across the table.

“What made you guys want to get married in Maui?” Nat turned to Wanda and Vision. Wanda simply shrugged, “We just wanted to see what the island has to offer.”

“Plus Mr. Stark has that lovely beach house in Spreckelsville,” Vision added.

“Are y’all inviting Peter and Y/N to the wedding?” Sam asked

“Of course! Why wouldn’t we?” Wanda seemed kind of offended that Sam would ask that. She was very close with Peter and the way he talked about you always made her warm inside knowing that he found someone he really loved. She was kind of like a second aunt to him in a way, though no one could top Aunt May.

“Oh, I love Y/N so much. Did you guys tell her happy birthday two weeks ago?” Nat asked.

A couple of ‘I forgot’’ and ‘Oh shit’ replies made their way into the group and Nat just shook her head.

“Wait wait wait. Who’s Y/N?” Tony was so confused. He had never heard of a Y/N Y/L/N before. Was she an employee close with Wanda? And why was she with Peter?

“What do mean who’s Y/N?” Steve asked.

“She’s Peter’s girlfriend, Stark.” Bucky stated it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. And it kind of was. Peter would come into the Compound on the weekends sometimes for training and just gush about you to everyone and even Bucky seemed to know who you were. And he never pays attention to Peter. Tony just sat there, not knowing what to say to hearing his intern having a girlfriend.

“Pete has girlfriend?” How come you all knew and I didn’t?”

Thor took a swig of his drink. “Because you do not listen to the Man of Spiders.”

At this moment Shuri, T’Challa, and Okoye walk in, with papers and blueprints in only T’Challa and Okoye’s hands, while Shuri sips her iced coffee, like the bad bitch she is.

“Hey what’s up losers?” She walked in and took the papers from their hands and spread them out on the table. She turned to Wanda and Vision. “Okay so I developed a knew sound system for the reception that does not require a DJ, and you can choose which one you want!” They all look at the plans and sure enough, there were about four different designs that they could choose from. Wanda and Vision had put Shuri in charge of all the technological elements of the wedding because she was clearly the smartest out of all of them.

T’Challa stepped up to the table. “Sorry we are late; my sister had to bring all of her designs and took about three hours to pack.”

“What? I have to look my best for the wedding. We all know you just throw clothes into a suitcase and call it a day.” She turned towards everyone else. “The only shoes he brought were his flip flops.”

“What you don’t like my royal sandals?” He puts up his foot to show off his shoes and turned to Okoye for support. She just shook her head. “I’m not getting in the middle of this, but if I were to choose a side, I agree with Shuri.”

Shuri laughed in T’Challa’s face and fist bumped Okoye and he looked at them and shook his head.

“What do you two know what fashion?” He asked.

“More than you,” they both said at the same time. This got everyone laughing around the table and Steve did his classic belly laugh where he grabbed the side of his chest and basically fell over.

Shuri turned to Wanda, “So, whose all invited to your big day?”

“Well, we invited Peter and Y/N –“

“Yes! Sorry I just can’t wait to meet her for the first time. Go on.”

Wanda laughed, “Aren’t we all? Also, Peter’s friend Ned is invited because he helps us all out on missions. What is it he calls himself?”

“The Guy in the Chair,” Vision replied.

“Ah yes, and of course all of you people. We wanted to keep it small,” Wanda finished.

“You know,” Sam started, turning to the royal bunch. “Stark over here didn’t know that Pete had a girlfriend.”

“What?” They all three gasped.

Okoye spoke this time, “We live all the way in Wakanda, and knew about this. You live twenty minutes away.”

“We know. It’s ridiculous,” Rhodey spoke.

“Okay and is there a specific song that you are walking down to?” Shuri asked.

“We chose the song ‘To My Future Wife’ by Mr. Jon Bellion,” Vision replied

“Oh, I love his songs!”

“We figured it represented our love for each other,” Wanda looked at Vision and gave him a peck on the lips, with hearts in both of their eyes. A bunch of aw’s filled the room as a response to the couple.

*Flashback ends*

You wake up at around three thirty in the morning to your alarm. You were essentially trapped in Peter’s arms and had to pry yourself out to get up and get ready. You threw a pillow at him to wake him up.

“What was that for?” He groaned.

“Come on. We got to get up or we’ll miss the flight.”

He got up with a sigh and got ready. He just dressed in jeans and that tight black t-shirt that you loved. Why would he pick that for a flight? You bit your lip and just turned away getting ready yourself. You picked out your black leggings and a white shirt because you wanted to be comfy for the 12+ hour flight ahead of you.

You packed your purse as your carry on which had your phone chargers, headphones, perfume, you know, the essentials for flying.

“What are we going to do for breakfast?” He asked. Peter was a breakfast man and so deciding what to eat in the morning was very important for him.

“There’s a coffee place at the airport; don’t worry, Pete.”

You left your apartment at around four in the morning and made sure that everything was turned off and nothing was out of the ordinary. You two take an Uber to JFK and almost fell asleep again. One thing was for sure, you were taking a nap as soon as you got on the plane. When you got there, you checked in with the front desk and saw that your flight would take off at 5:30am. So, you took Peter to the little coffee stand in the airport to get him some energy and food. He got a mocha iced coffee with a blueberry scone and you got a caramel macchiato and a breakfast bagel. You sat down near where your flight would be boarding and ate your food. You were so excited to eat because your favorite breakfast item was just a good bacon, egg, and cheese bagel. You bit into it and sighed out in a state of peace.

You had downloaded a few episodes of your favorite shows on your laptop so you and Peter could watch them together. You had downloaded some from The Office, Brooklyn 99, Parks and Rec, and The Good Place. You pulled out your laptop and headphones and gave one earbud to Peter so he could watch too. You decided to watch the episode of The Office where Michael hosts the Fun Run for Rabies.

About an hour later they started to board for your flight and packed everything up and walked over to the flight attendant.

“Right this way,” she said. She led you past the economy class and into first class and you started to get suspicious. There was no way you could afford this. Sure, you had some money put into savings, but it wasn’t much. She led you into one of cabins and you put your purse down.

“Uh ma’am?” You called out.

“Yes?”

“Um there must be some mistake, I mean… we’re economy people. Like, we’re broke, there’s no way that we’re in first class.”

“Are you sure? You two are Y/N Y/L/N and Peter Parker, right?” She asked confused.

“Tony, I swear,” Peter sighed.

“What?”

“I told Mr. Stark to not upgrade us because we were fine, but I guess he didn’t listen.”

“Oh.”

The flight attendant walked away and you fell on the bed. The cabin had a little TV on the opposite wall and the bed facing it. Night tables were on both sides of the bed with little lamps that made it kind of cozy. You walked around the small room looking at the different little pictures of beaches from different countries. There were a set of silk pajamas on your nightstand and you held them up to Peter.

“These are nicer than my actual clothes!” Peter just laughed at how excited you were and pulled you down on the bed. He rubbed your thighs and started to kiss your neck and sucked lightly and slowly worked his way up to your ear and nibbled on it.

“As much as I would love to continue this, I am not having sex on a plane,” you laughed.

He laid down on the bed with you, “Well what do you wanna do then?”

“Tell me about everyone that’s going to be there. I want to be prepared to meet them when we get there.”

“Okay for starters, there’s Wanda and Vision, Wanda has like these mind-reading powers, so be careful about what you’re thinking around her. There have been plenty of times where I’ve thought about you in an adult way that’s caused her to not to be near me sometimes. But she’s awesome. She’s kind of like my second aunt when May’s not around; we’re really close.”

“Good to know. It’s also a good thing she’s not here right now because all I can think about is you in that shirt,” you wink at him.

He laughs and kisses your nose, “Vision is also pretty cool. You’ve seen Vision in like pictures and everything so you know he can shift between robot and human form, so that’s cool. Um, he’s just really chill and laid back. There’s also Sam and Bucky.”

“Oh yeah you’ve told me about them. Do they still tease you a lot?”

“Not much anymore, but I’m sure they will when they see us together,” he sighed. Yesterday when he went to the Compound for his camera, they had mentioned that Peter wouldn’t be getting much packing done if he knew what they meant. Peter did know what they meant and just rolled his eyes at them.

“Sam’s pretty cool when he’s not teasing me, and then he’s kind of a jerk, but overall he’s cool; you’ll probably get along more with him than anyone. He’s got a good sense of humor so,” he trailed off.

“Oh okay. Now what about Bucky?”

“Bucky still doesn’t really like me, all because of what happened in Berlin.”

“Sounds like he’s petty.”

“Yeah he kind of is,” he laughed.

He goes through telling you about all the Avengers and what they’re like. They all sounded pretty chill and fun to hang around.

“By the way, Ned is going to be there.”

“What? Really?” You neatly shouted because you haven’t seen him since about a month before college classes started. He had gone all the way to MIT for college, and the last time you saw him, was when you and Peter had helped him move into his dorm.

“Why is he going?”

“He’s like our ‘Guy in the Chair’ for the team. Tells us where to go on missions, and helps out with the team, so I guess Wanda and Vision wanted him there.”

“At least there will be someone I know and close with,” you laugh at Peter’s fake hurt expression.

“You’ll have me, baby.”

“Yeah, but you’ll probably be talking to everyone and doing wedding stuff and I’ll be just hanging out. But now I have Ned! Now, tell me about Mr. Tony Stark. I know he’s kind of like your father-figure as you put it sometimes. Do you think he’ll like me, or will he go all Papa Bear on me and tell me that I’m not good enough?” You joked.

“He should be cool with you. Mr. Stark’s a pretty easy-going guy so I don’t think there will be a problem. Unless you try to crash the wedding,” he smiled.

“Yeah I’m totally gonna crash it and just get shit-faced at the wedding.” It was now close to seven o’clock in the morning and you and Peter were wide awake and couldn’t go back to sleep and still had another thirteen hours to go, so you just pulled your laptop back out and put on one of your shows and cuddled with Peter.

He held your waist against his and laid his head on top of yours. Your arms were wrapped around his torso and head on his chest, watching TV. You stayed like this for a couple of hours. You eventually got bored and started playing a game on your phone.

“Whatcha playing?” He asked.

“Candy Crush.”

He laughed at your game choice. “You’re such a grandma.”

“What? Just because I like candy crush that makes me grandma?’

“Yep.”

You lightly slap his chest as a response and watched his smile turn wide into a laugh. God those eye crinkles, I swear, you thought. It was kind of true though, everyone in your family and in high school called you the grandma friend of the group because you picked crocheting and baking of all hobbies, just like a grandma. And apparently Candy Crush was now considered a grandma game.

“Okay, I’d like to see you beat an ultra-hard level where you only have twenty moves to save 10 gummy bears,” you challenged him.

“Is that seriously a level on there?”

“Yes, and I beat it on the first try. Why, you scared?”

“No, had me your phone.”

You gladly give it to him and throughout the level you have to hold in your laughs because seeing his face scrunch up in frustration may have been the best thing ever.

“Shit!” He exclaimed

“What, did you lose?”

“No,” he lied. You held out your hand for your phone and saw that he lost on the level.

“Ha! Loser,” you poked his chest as you teased him. “It’s a shame you lost though, because losers don’t get prizes.”

“Oh yeah? And what’s my prize?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

You shrugged. “Guess you got to win if you want to find out.”

This time he held out his hand for your phone. “Just know, you got four more chances to win before you run out of lives.” Peter tried so hard at the game and gently slammed your phone in frustration and you giggled. Let’s just say that Peter didn’t get his prize. The rest of the flight consisted of watching TV and eating the surprisingly amazing airline snacks. When the nighttime came, the flight attendants turned all the lights off, kind of like a silent go to sleep call for all the passengers. You and Peter snuggled up against each other and waited for the rest of the flight to be over.  

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A/N: We got an Avengers flashback! Yay! I really wanted to incorporate the Wakandan bunch because a) Black Panther is my favorite movie, and b) They are all just amazing and I love the way that Shuri and Okoye tease T’Challa all the time and wanted to put that in this. The whole Candy Crush scene had actually happened to me before and I thought it would be nice to add a piece of me in the story, and Candy Crush is honestly underrated if you ask me lol. I hope you all really like this chapter, because the next one is going to be awesome! Thank you all for reading!

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Little Red Corvette p.2 Michael Jackson x reader

(Bad Era)

Eight Months Later (1983)

I did this pregnancy on my own. My mother was appalled at the fatherless child growing inside of me and refused to support me through my pregnancy. The struggles and frustrations for the past nine months very easily justified when I held my baby boy in my arms. His skin was a beautiful shade of brown, his eyes deep and pulling like his fathers. Looking down at the tiny human finally in the world, there was no question or doubt in my mind who the father was. By blessing or curse, I was the only one who knew who the father was. Relatively early in my pregnancy, Michael released a video for one of his songs "Billie Jean". I sat and stressed over the possibility of him knowing of the child in my womb for weeks, but nothing came of it. No managers offering hush money, no reporters asking about the legitimacy of the child inside of me, nothing, so life went on. Looking down at the life in my arms, snuggled towards me I spoke softly. "Edward Michael L/N. My little blessing."

1986

It wasn't too long after Edward, or Eddie was born that I went back to work. I hired a sitter, or depending on the client, brought him in with me. Whitney Houston and Cher absolutely gushed over him during breaks. When Eddie was three, I got a call from Quincy Jones asking me to help him out on the mixing on an album. I agreed and found someone to watch my son while I worked. Quincy didn't tell me who I was hired for and I didn't want to seem unprofessional to whoever Quincy was working with. I kissed my three year old good-bye and got into my car to head to the studio they were using. "Bye Blessing! Mommy's going to work, but I'll be home soon. I love you so much!" I drove through the California traffic to the studio and parked my car near the front. I checked myself in the mirror before making my way inside.

"Y/N! You made it! Where's Eddie? You know you can bring him any time? Little dude has got potential if you ever want him to get into our world." I laugh at Quincy's antics. "Yeah, I know you love Eddie. Thank you for the compliment, but he's three, Q. He's not going into show business any time soon." Q shrugs his shoulders and turns back to the soundboard in his rolling chair. "Alright, let's get down to business shall we?" He nods and presses play on the vocals. I feel the blood drain from my face as a familiar voice croons from the speakers.

"I don't care what you talkin' 'bout baby, I don't care what you say. Don't you come walkin' beggin' back mama,I don't care anyway"

I stand stock still in shock, flashes of our one night together, my isolated pregnancy, my little boy waiting at home for me. I yank myself out of it with a sharp gasp when Q places a hand on my elbow, his eyebrows creased in worry. "Hey, Y/N, you good? You look like you've seen a ghost. What's going on?" I swallow and tuck my hair behind my ear, a nervous tick. "Yeah, I'm fine Q. I don't know what that was. How're we mixing this one?" He sits back in his chair, taking a deep breath and heaving it out in a large sigh. "Yeah, about that. Smelly's really particular on how he wants each track to sound on this album. He wants his voice to be layered in a harmony with himself during the chorus. He's recorded the audio, now it's our turn to get it just the way he wants." I nod and sit down in my own chair, slipping the large, bulky headphones over my ears to start working. The sooner I can finish working on Michael's album the better.

"Alright! Two music heads working on that was much faster than just me. I've got a few more tracks to work on before the release of the album. You good to come in say, day after tomorrow? Early morning so we can get a lot done. And bring Eddie. I miss my godson." I laugh and roll my eyes, giving Quincy a playful shove on the shoulder. "Works for me. And yes, I'll bring Eddie if the 'Client' won't mind a toddler running around the studio space while we work." Q chuckles and reclines in his chair. "No, he won't mind. I have a feeling you know who we're working for here?" I nod, and grab my purse off the ground. "Alright, you know it's Michael. I promise he won't mind. He loves kids" I nod, not really looking forward to potentially forcing Michael into Eddie's life out of obligation. I drive home reflecting on the strange chain of events that brought me here in the first place. I pull into the driveway and unlock the door. I drop my things on the floor where I stand and catch my little boy running into my arms. "Mommy! Me and April painteded! Come see! Come see!" He wiggles out of my arms and drags me to the fridge by my wrist. He bounces where he stands as I look at his painting. It was surprisingly detailed for a three year old. I smile proudly at him as I turn to my sitter, April. "Thank you for watching him so last minute. I really appreciate it." She just smiles at me and grabs her purse from the table. "Oh, Ms. L/N, it's really no trouble. Eddie is just the best kid ever. He was so funny during lunch. I had the radio playing while we ate and he just sat there, dancing in his seat. He didn't even realize he was doing it! But honestly, he is the easiest kid I have ever watched." I pay her and walk her out to her car parked on the street. I turn back to Eddie with a smile. "Wanna eat and watch a movie tonight with Mommy?" My blessing nods his head so hard and fast, I think it'll fly off like a bobble head with a loose spring. "Alright bud, what do you want for dinner?" "PIZZA!" I chuckle at my little boy. "Alright, pizza it is."

I buckle Eddie in the backseat, and climb into the front seat myself. "We're gonna see Uncle Q today buddy! Mommy has to make some music, but you get to hang out with us!" He kicks his legs in the air and gives a shout of excitement. "Yay Uncle Q!" I turn on the radio and look over my shoulder to pull out of the driveway to get to the studio. Parking, I pull the keys out of the ignition and grab Eddie, reminding him to put his backpack on. I hold his hand as we make our way to the studio, the front empty. I sit Eddie down on the chair and go to grab a cup of coffee from the lobby. "I'll be right back baby. I'm gonna get some coffee, and find Uncle Q ok?" He nods and swings his legs in the chair. I hand him the truck from his bag and kiss his forehead before leaving.

I bumped into Quincy in the hall after getting my coffee and went back to the studio space together. When we opened the door, a slim caramel skinned man was kneeling before my son, talking and laughing with him. At the sound of the door opening, Eddie glanced at us. "Mommy! Uncle Q! I made a new friend! His name is Michael, like me!" I widen my eyes in shock at his innocent chatter. Quincy scoops up his godson and chuckles. "Oh yeah Eddie? And what did you guys talk about?" Eddie wraps his arms around Q's neck. "We talked about drawing! Michael is very really good at coloring!" Q humors his godson, chuckling at the boy who has him wrapped around his little finger. While the two talk Michael lifts himself from the ground and introduces himself. "Hi, I'm Michael. I don't think we've been introduced." He sticks out his hand and I feel conflicted. I was so afraid of him noticing me, connecting the dots, but it hurt a bit that I meant so little to him. In his defense, it was one night, four years ago. I grasp his hand and introduce myself again. "Y/N. I'm mixing for your album with Q. You've already met my son, Eddie." He shakes my hand, and smiles back at Eddie. "He's a joy. I was recording and didn't know he was here. I look up and little guy's just dancing in his seat like crazy. He was just coloring on a blank sheet of paper. Sweet kid." I nod and swallow. "Let's get to work, shall we?" Michael nods and goes to the soundboard to listen to the new version of "Leave Me Alone". I watch Michael bob his head to the rhythm, as Eddie dances in the corner. I nibble and pull on my lips in a nervous tick. The music fades out and Michael looks at Q and I with a smile. "Awesome guys! Just what I wanted. I want Y/N as my mixer for the rest of the album. That good Quincy?" Quincy bounces Eddie in his lap, grinning. "Of course it's good! Gotta teach my godson the ropes right?" I smile and ruffle Eddie's hair lovingly, nodding along. Q, Eddie, and I occupy the main front of the studio space as Michael goes back to record another track.

The day goes by quickly, Q leaving the three of us alone to grab lunch. I sit at the recording desk and write down a few lyrics here and there, a melody and message in my head dying to get out. I glance over at my son and see him and Michael goofing around. I smile sadly, imagining what our lives would be like if Michael didn't leave that morning, if he knew he had a son with me. I guess I didn't realize how long I had been staring at the two until my son met my eyes, causing him to run to me in a comforting manner. "Mommy, what's wrong?" I shake off the sadness and force a smile on my face to keep my caring boy from worrying over me. "I'm fine baby. Just a bit tired. It may be Mommy's nap time soon." He nods and giggles, kissing my cheek before going back to Michael. Michael picks up Eddie, placing him on his hip, and walks towards me. 'Hey, Y/N, if you want, you can take a nap in the recording studio. I've got a couch back there. I can come and get you when Quincy comes back with lunch. I try to turn down his offer, but a yawn interrupts my objection. Michael gently guides me to the studio and sits me down on the couch, exiting and turning the lights out on the way. Against my wishes, I close my eyes and succumb to the peace of sleep.

I groggily pulled myself from the depths of dreamland at the sounds of people talking and laughing. I heard Eddie and Michael talking and it immediately caught my attention. "So, your mom makes music, your Uncle Q makes music, what does your dad do?" I peek out from the window and see Eddie and Michael sitting on the floor, rolling toy trucks around, a takeout container setting on the desk. "I don't know. I don't have a dad. Mommy plays Mommy and Daddy. She goes to all my games, plays with me, teaches me how to put on shoes." From where I stand, I can't see Michael's face, and I decide now is a good time to get back out there. I open the door and both boys look up at me. I glance at my watch and see that it's about time to go home. "Hey, sorry I slept so long. Why didn't you wake me up?" Michael shrugs and stands. "You looked so peaceful while you slept. Didn't want to wake you, let alone let you drive home tired. Lunch got here not too long ago so your food should still be warm. I was actually about to head home myself if you're ok with coming in tomorrow instead? We can keep working." I nod and grab my container. "In case I get here before you, what are you wanting to do with the other tracks?" I eat my food as he goes over what he wants to be done with a couple other songs to be put on the album. Now finished with my food, I throw away my empty container, asking Eddie to pack up so we can head home. Before we leave, Q comes back in, sad that we have to leave so soon. I promise to bring Eddie back tomorrow if that's alright with Michael, which it of course is. I give a hug to Q, and an awkward hug/handshake maneuver to Michael. Eddie practically tackles the both of the men in hugs and races to grab my hand. As we leave, I can faintly hear Michael tell Q "She seems so familiar, like I've met her before."

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Innocents don’t shed blood...

A Donny Donowitz X Fem!Reader requested by the sweet @redrosewritingsstuff​.

Hope you’ll enjoy this story!

Hidden in a French forest, the Basterds tried to have some rest after their last successful raid against a German patrol. 

While Omar and Hirschberg took a well-deserved nap, Wicki checked on his rifle, whereas Andy, Simon, Smitty, and Michael were playing cards. 

As for Hugo, he sat on a rock while (Y/N) strapped a bandage around his hand.

(Y/N), the "Angel," as the Basterds nicknamed her because of her soft and caring personality. Even Hugo is more relaxed around her. After all, she was the only member of the team who did not kill any Nazis because she did not have to pay the "scalp debt" to Aldo.

She was like a ray of sunshine for those men, and especially for Donny Donowitz, who fell madly in love with her. Luckily for him, the lady felt the same.

Speaking of the latter, he glanced at (Y/N) with adoring eyes, watching every gesture of her delicate hands. A few seconds later, she finished her job:

"Here you are, Hugo! Next time, be careful with your knife!"

"I'll try to remember. Danke, Engelsschwester (Angel Nurse) (Y/N)." replied the soldier with a sly smile.

"You're welcome." answered the girl with a warming smile.

That same smile made Donny falling head over heels for her when they first met.His lieutenant, who watched the whole scene with amusement, decided to wake up his Sargent from his daydreaming.

"C'mon, Don, stop staring at your girl as if she was ice cream!" snickered Aldo.

Blushing, the Bear Jew muttered some Bostonian curses under his breath, while the other Basterds laughed at him.

However, Aldo did not expect the response from the young woman:

"So, Donny is looking at me like I'm ice cream? Well, that proves I'm so delicious!"

Utivich and Zimmerman howled with laughter, while Donny smiled proudly: his angel was the best!

Aldo chuckled:

"Ya gotta the point, girl!"

"Thanks, sir!"

Two hours later, Aldo got up and said:

"OK, guys, I've just finished doing the inventory of our supplies. I can't say we're running out, but if we don't buy supplies quickly, we'll be in trouble!"

"That much ?" Wicki asked.

"Bsolutely. That's why we have to go to the nearest village to do some shopping." 

He walked over to Hirschberg and Omar, who were sleeping soundly, and ordered in a loud voice:

"Get up, ya lazybones!"

"Huh? What? What's going on?" the two men stammered.

"It happens that we have to restock, or you won't have dinner tonight! Come on, get up, and hurry!"

"Go without me: it will give me time to do some tidying up." suggested (Y / N)

At these words, Donny frowned.

"I'd rather you come with us (Y / N). I'm not comfortable leaving you all alone!"

"But hey, what do you want to happen to her? There's no one passing through here!" protested Hirschberg.

"I'm worried about her safety, damn it!" yelled the Bear Jew.

The young nurse ran her thin hand over her lover's cheek, which instantly calmed him.

"It's fine, Donny. I can manage on my own while you're away."

"She's right, Don: and then, it won't be too long. An hour maximum!" Sakowitz reassured him.

Letting out a long sigh, Donowitz surrendered with a smile:

"Alright, I trust you, doll. I'll be back ASAP!"

"I'm not worried. See you later, teddy bear!"

"See you later, angel!" Donny replied, placing a kiss on the tip of the nurse's nose, making her laugh.

"We'll buy you some medical supplies when we get back."

"Thanks, Michael!"

"See you later, (Y / N)," Omar told her.

While the men left for the city, the young woman remained alone in the camp. 

She began to sort through the medicine boxes and carefully put them away in her case before thoroughly cleaning her syringes and surgical equipment.

Then, she took the metal box to store her surgical equipment and looked at it tenderly: on the lid was engraved an angel with a little nurse's hat: a sweet gift from Smitty, Hirschberg, Omar, and Andy for her birthday.

And to think that at the beginning, the other soldiers called her crazy when she joined Lieutenant Raine's team: they thought she was going to get mistreated. It was quite the opposite: the Basterds had immediately loved her.

Continuing with her cleaning, she hummed a tune her mother sang to her when she was little:

“Ma petite est comme l’eau,

Elle est comme l’eau vive.

Elle court comme un ruisseau

Que les enfants poursuivent.

Courrez, courrez

Vite si vous le pouvez !

Jamais, jamais

Vous ne la rattraperez !”

But as she worked, she didn't hear the German soldier creep up behind her. The latter had stumbled upon the Bastards' encampment by pure chance, but seeing that she was alone, he thought to himself that he had an opportunity to hurt those who massacred his comrades by making their friend suffer.

He approached her silently, then jumped on the young woman, causing her to fall to the ground.

Fighting back, the young woman screamed:

“Leave me alone, you jerk!”

Her attacker just slapped her before responding with a sadistic smile:

"Also, du kämpfst gern, kleine Schlampe? Wo sind deine sogenannten Freunde? Niemand wird dich retten! (So, you like to fight, little bitch? Where are your so-called friends? No one is going to save you!)".

Trying to escape, (Y / N) managed to grab a pan and sent it in the face of his assailant, who let out a cry of rage. Taking advantage of the confusion, she started to run, but suddenly a hand grabbed her ankle, and she fell to the ground again.

The Nazi attacked her again, a glint of madness in his eyes. Searching by all means for a weapon to defend herself, the young woman grabbed the first object that was within her reach and struck for the first time. Then a second. Then a third. She, who had never fought in her life, unleashed all her rage and fear on her opponent by beating him up.

(Y / N) only ceased her blows when her attacker stopped moving. Not understanding what had happened, she looked at her hands and discovered in horror that they were covered in blood. And on top of that, she was holding a knife. She glanced at her nurse's uniform, which was also stained with blood.

She glimpsed at her aggressor and noticed that he laid on the ground, inert, with his eyes wide open and his chest pierced with multiple stabs.

It was then that she understood what had happened: for the first time in her life, she had just killed a man. Admittedly, it was self-defense, but (Y / N) was appalled by her gesture: how were the others going to react when they discover her crime?

Trembling, she let go of the knife and fell to the ground, breathing erratically and unable to emit a single sob ...

Meanwhile, the Bastards were returning from town with their provisions.

"We have everything we need: we'll be quiet for a while!" Andy said.

"What are we doing, Lieutenant?" Hugo asked.

"We're staying here for tonight, and we'll be heading to Lyon tomorrow morning! We have an appointment with members of the Resistance!" Aldo replied.

For his part, Donny walked in silence, holding in his pocket the present he planned to give to his angel. He didn't like being away from her, even if it was only for a few moments, because he feared he couldn't protect her.

"Don't worry, Romeo: you will be soon reunited with your Juliet!" Wicki joked sweetly.

Suddenly, Smitty listened:

"Do you hear that?"

"What ?" Hirschberg asked.

"Hush, listen!"

Everyone fell silent and heard moans in the distance as if someone was hurt. When they realized it was a woman's voice, they all thought of the same person:

"(Y/N)"

They ran towards their camp as fast as they could, praying that nothing wrong had happened to their nurse.

The one who worried the most was Donny: if anything had happened to (Y/N), he would never forgive himself.

A few minutes later, they arrived near their camp and discovered traces of the struggle.

"But what the heck happened here?" Hirschberg asked, stunned.

"I don't know, but that doesn't reassure me!" Simon replied.

"Somebody got into a fight here, for sure ... But where is (Y/N)?" Hugo exclaimed.

Suddenly, they heard wheezing near them. The Bastards turned and saw their nurse lying on the ground, breathing heavily, and her chest covered in blood.

At that moment, Donny had the impression that the ground gave way beneath his feet: all he feared had happened, he had failed to protect his angel.

"NO! Y/N!" he cried, rushing towards the young woman, and holding her in his arms.

"Oh, my God !" Utivich panicked.

"WICKI! COME HERE QUICKLY!" yelled Aldo.

The Austrian arrives near the young woman and begins to examine her, fearing to find too serious injuries. As for the others, they were petrified: they blamed themselves for having left her alone. If she had come with them, they could have protected her.

But when he finished, Wilhelm looked puzzled.

"So what's wrong with her? Are her injuries serious? But answer me, damn it!" the Jewish Bear said impatiently.

"How can I tell you ... It's not her blood!"

"What do you mean ?" Aldo asked.

"She has no physical injuries ... other than that bruise on her face!"

"Who hit her?" Omar asked, ready to gut the one who had dared to raise his hand on his best friend.

"Probably the Fritz who looks like a colander and is lying on the floor!" Andy replied, pointing to the corpse of the Nazi lying on the ground.

Seeing the body of their enemy, the Bastards did not take long to understand what had happened during their absence. But it was necessary to be clear about it.

"Tell me (Y/N), what happened?" Aldo asked.

The young woman looked up at her lieutenant, and the Apache could see in the nurse's gaze anguish, shame, and immense sadness.

She tried to explain, but she could only let out a strangled sob. Her guilt was suffocating her.

"Don't worry, doll, I'm here!" reassured her Donny, who hugged her.

"Take your time. We will listen to you when you're ready," Simon said to her.

Catching her breath, the young woman began her story:

"I was doing some tidying up when he threw himself on me ... It went so fast that I didn't understand what was happening at the time. I defended myself as I could. I thought he was going to kill me. After that, everything happened so quickly. It became blurry. And I only stopped when I saw all this blood on my hands. "

She looked up at her companions, on the verge of tears:

"I know I had no choice but… I felt like I had betrayed Nightingale's pledge, and I was so afraid of your reaction!"

"(Y/N), don't be upset about it. We all know you fought back, and you did well. No one will blame you for stabbing a Fritz." Wicki told her.

"Still, you did not miss him: the Kraut is very messed up!" Hirschberg joked.

But seeing (Y/N) 's desperate face and the glare that his companions gave him, he realized that it was not the right time.

"Frankly, Hirschberg, just shut up!" Hugo sighed, rolling his eyes.

Night fell, and the Batards took advantage of the calm of the forest to feed and rest before the long journey that awaited them.

Recovering from his emotions, Y/N stayed close to Donny throughout the evening, seeking comfort from his lover.

Even though her guilt was starting to fade, she couldn't help but feel disgusted with what had happened. Of course, the war revealed the dark side of the human being, but the nurse hoped, deep down, that she would not fall into this trap.

"Is everything all right, princess?" Donny asked.

The young woman shyly nodded:

"I'm doing a little better..."

"Come on over there ..." her lover said softly, taking her against him.

(Y/N) let himself go into the sergeant's muscular, protective, and reassuring embrace.

"I understand that you are still shaken by what happened. But that does not change anything for me: you remain my ray of sunshine ... And the others think the same."

"Really ?"

"I swear to you: they were impressed that you, the most pacifist among us, killed a Nazi. And that proves that you are indeed one of us."

He reached into his pocket and handed her a necklace adorned with an angel medallion made of bluestone.

Without a word, she picked up the object and stared at it, fascinated, before returning her attention to Donny, who was staring at her fondly.

"Don't forget (Y/N): even if the blood still flows at your feet, even if it stains your clothes, even if it strews your face, you will always remain my immaculate angel ... And I'll always be here for you!"

To his relief, a moved smile lit up the face of the young woman who kissed him.

"Thank you for your trust!"

"Anytime, doll. Anytime."

They hugged with strength. The young nurse whispered:

"I love you, Don."

"I love you too, (Y / N)"

And as they were about to fall asleep, the young nurse had a calm mind: yes, the innocent do not shed blood, but as long as they are surrounded by those who love them, nothing can defile them.

And she knows her Bear Jew is watching over it.

Thanks for reading ! I’m waiting for your requests and your reviews !

[spencers-dria]

Do You Trust Me?

Someone To Stay Ch. 6

Spencer x fem reader

Y/N POV:

*whack*

You smack your alarm as it goes off for the third time this morning. You look at the clock: 7:15AM. Was it later than you get to sleep in for work? Sure. Did you want to get up this early on your day off? Nope. Between JJ being the planner and Penelope's excitement for the weekend, they had convinced the the group that it would be best to get an early start. It was a several hour drive the to the lake, and they wanted to make the most of our time there.

You roll out of bed and look in the mirror. Sweats and a spaghetti strap tank...this will have to do. You leave your hair in the messy bun that you slept in. Half asleep, you fumble around for some socks and slip on some sandals. A horrific choice you know, but we're going for comfort here, not fashion. It'll be fine. You're not trying to impress anyone, and you'll fix yourself up once you get to the lake. You fully intend to nap part of the way there. You don't even bother to grab breakfast. Instead, you grab your bags you packed the night before and head downstairs. Spencer is probably waiting on you already.

You see him pulling the car up, right on time, as you make your way down the stairs. You slide into the passenger side, setting your bag down in the back seat. Reaching into a road trip bag in your lap, you pull out a blanket and pillow and curl up in your seat.

"Good morning sleepyhead" he chuckles. "Not a morning person, huh?"

You grin. "What gave it away?"

He hands you a paper bag and a coffee cup.

"Don't worry, it's green tea and honey" he reassures you, sensing your hesitation.

"I also got you a bagel."

"I don't know who's been giving you trade secrets but food is really the number one way to win me over." You glance over to see a slight smirk on his face. "How are you so awake? You had time to get ready, grab food, drive to my apartment, and you still seem more awake than I do."

"I'm kind of used to not getting much sleep." He shrugs this off as if it's nothing. You sense he doesn't intend on explaining any further, so you decide not to push him.

"I brought some snacks too. You're welcome to anything you'd like." You pull out a some goldfish, fruit gummies, and Capri suns.

He responds with a laugh.

"Ok you have the appetite of a ten year old."

You feel embarrassed for a moment until you see the smile he's giving you.

"It's cute though."

You find yourself blushing, not used to compliments. "Yeah I guess sometimes I just like to let loose, let my inner child out. Not everything has to be so serious all the time, ya know? What we do, both of us...it's stressful stuff. Sometimes eating whatever the heck I feel like helps with that. If that means chocolate milk and cocoa crispies cereal for dinner then so be it!"

Spencer gives you another smile before holding his hand out. "Alright, you won me over. I'll take a Capri sun."

You can't help but laugh as you watch him try to insert the straw with one hand and drive with the other. After awhile you decide to help him out.

"Here, let me see that." You fix the straw and hand him back the drink. "Goober" you laugh as you rolls your eyes at him.

"So what all are you planning on doing at the lake this weekend?" He asks.

"The question is...what am I NOT going to do?"

"Ugh." He rolls his eyes and laughs. "No fair. You're athletic, coordinated. You can actually do all the fun stuff."

You turn to face him with an incredulous look on your face, jaw dropped. "You're kidding me right? Me? Athletic? That's funny!" You laugh shaking your head. "Nahh I'd say we're on a level playing field. I'm not coordinated at all! I just like go have fun, try adventurous things. Like kayaking, I'm just mediocre but I still love doing it. The only sport I ever did was swimming."

"Ha! You were a swimmer, we're going to a lake, and you think we're on a level playing field?"

"Ok fair enough" you concede. "Will you at least try something new this weekend? Please?" You bat your big brown eyes at him, a technique that rarely failed you.

He feigns a look of annoyance, before a smile finally starts teasing at the corner of his lips. "Alright, alright." He throws his hands up in surrender. "But only if you help me with whatever it is we do. A swimmer and a nurse, you're practically our lifeguard for the weekend. Don't let me drown, ok?" He teases.

"Well since you asked so nicely." You give him a playful punch in the arm as you both laugh.

After a brief moment of silence you hear Spencer speak up. "Did you know that Michael Phelps is the most decorated Olympian of all time, winning 28 medals in total, 23 of those being gold medals? He swam in his first Olympic Games at only 15 years old, and won his first gold medal at 19. And you...already knew this didn't you?" He stops when he sees your eyebrows raised, giving him a slight smirk.

"Yeah Spencer" you smile, shaking your head at him. "I don't mind though. I like hearing all the cool stuff you know."

You spend awhile listening to Spencer talk about everything from Olympic swimming facts to CPR statistics and the origin of the different swimming strokes. A lot of it you don't know already, and you enjoy learning all of this stuff from him. After awhile, you unintentionally drift off to sleep.

He looks over and smiles, he doesn't mind. This happens to him quite often, and the fact that you encouraged him to share his knowledge gives him comfort. He reaches over and pulls the blanket over your shoulders. Hoping to drown out the sound of the highway, he puts on some classical music at a low volume.

You wake up a couple hours later as you hear the loud sound of gravel under the tires.

"Morning sunshine" he grins at you.

"Oh I'm sorry! I wasn't going to make you drive the whole way."

"It's ok, you got your rest. Better you be rested up and have fun today than stay awake just to drive."

"Thanks Spencer." You smile to yourself. He really was very sweet. Good friends are hard to come by, especially ones you can trust that will stick around. You secretly hope that Spencer doesn't plan on dropping you as a friend anytime soon.

You climb out of the car and take a look around. You've arrived at a modest log cabin, sitting right on the edge of the lake. It's surrounded by y'all trees, so thick that you can't see any buildings anywhere else, if there are any. You stand there for a moment taking it all. You lean your head back and close your eyes, enjoying the sounds and smells of nature. It felt like home. You grab your bag out of the backseat and make your way along a dirt path toward the cabin. You stick yourself hand out by your side, brushing the leaves on the trees as you walk by.

"You really are in your element here, huh?" you hear Spencer call out from behind you.

"Oh you have no idea. Just wait till I get in the water" you shout back over your shoulder.

The two of you make your way into what appears to be the common living room. The cabin appears to be completely wooden everywhere, floors, ceilings, walls, beams. There's rustic decor and lots of plaid, but it's done tastefully. It feels so cozy, and you love it.

"Y/N! You made it! We're in here!" You see Penelope's head pop out of a doorway. You enter a room to find two sets of bunk beds. Penelope and Alex have taken bottom bunks. JJ has her stuff placed on the top bunk above Alex. You set your suitcase in an empty corner and throw your pillow on the bed above Penelope. You feel her sneak up and pull you into a tight hug. "Hey bunk buddy! This weekend is going to be so fun!"

"I'm surprised Penny, the outdoors don't seem like your type of weekend."

"Oh don't worry honey! I brought a float with coasters and a tray for the lake! I'll be sipping on wine and tanning all weekend."

"Just make sure to wear sunscreen okay." You give her a nudge and a smile.

"Okay Nurse Y/L/N." She rolls her eyes and laughs.

"Don't worry! I brought enough sunscreen for everyone."

"Haha, of course you did Aunt JJ."

You look over to see her unpacking her suitcase and organizing her things in the drawers and closets. You decide to do the same, that way it will be easier to find all your things later. After you've all finished unpacking, Alex says she's going to take a quick nap. After getting ready in your swim wear and coverups, you, Penelope, and JJ wander over to the guys room to see what they're up to.

You peek in to see Spencer reading on the bunk above Hotch, who appears to be on a FaceTime call with his son, Jack. Rossi isn't in the room. He's probably already started organizing things in the kitchen. Derek looks like he's ready for the lake, already in swim trunks and rubbing on sun tan lotion.

"You need any help with that, hot rod?" Penelope jests.

"You know it mama."

At this response, Penelope runs quickly across to room and helps Derek to finish rubbing in the suntan lotion on his back. She looks to be enjoying it a little too much.

You and JJ stay leaning in the doorway, laughing.

You finally speak up. "I don't know about y'all, but I've been stuck in a car all day! So if you need me, I'll be out at the lake!"

"I'm right behind, ya." JJ turns to follow you.

At this, Spencer finally pops up from behind his book. "Oh umm, we're going outside now? What are you going to do?"

"I don't know yet Spencer, come with us and we'll figure it out."

You wait on him while he changes into some swim trunks and a t shirt. He stands in the doorway a bit awkwardly, hesitant to leave the cabin.

"Come on!" You grab his hand pulling him out onto the porch and down toward the lake, following behind JJ, Penelope, and Derek.

When you get to the waters edge, you see the group has already spotted a rope swing. Derek appears to be climbing into a position to jump from. JJ stops him, to test the integrity of the rope first.

Penelope watches as Derek effortlessly climbs up the rocks. "My monkey man" she smirks.

Once JJ seems satisfied that the rope won't break, Derek swings out over the water, doing a back flip before making a splash in the water that sprays everyone watching from the shore. A chorus of groans rings out, half from annoyance at the show off, half from not wanting to get splashed.

You remove your shoes and your coverup as you prepare to get in the water. You can tell Spencer is making a conscious effort to avert his gaze. You blush, suddenly remembering the girls' previous comments about how good you looked in the slick back two piece.

You quickly make your way up the rocks and grab onto the rope as it swings back towards you. Spencer gives you a concerned look.

"Are you sure you want to do that? You could get hurt!" He shouts up at you.

Instead of answering you give him a quick smirk. You back up and get a running start for momentum, holding onto the rope as you swing out over the water. You let the momentum push you out as far as it will take you, as you angle your arms and body to dive deep into the water, just like you used to off the starting block in swimming. As you feel your body dive down into the water, you angle back up and do a quick, few dolphin kicks, propelling yourself much further from the shore. When you finally surface, you're about 20 or so meters from the shore. You see the group staring at where you dove into the water, confused and concerned.

"Over here guys!" You shout at the group to get their attention. They look up to see you much further away than they expected.

"Hey, you weren't kidding!" Spencer laughed.

"We might have to have ourselves a little competition little miss mermaid!" You laugh at Derek's new nickname for you.

You do a few strokes to bring you back to shore as you climb out of the water. You slick your hair back out of your eyes as you wring your hair out.

"Alright Spencer! Your turn!"

You giggle as you grab his hand and drag him towards the rocks.

"Umm yeah this is definitely not a good idea. You clearly know what you're doing, but I will definitely hurt myself. Did you know that drownings are the third leading cause of unintentional deaths?"

"Stop being such a party pooper! Loosen up a bit. Now climb." You cross your arms giving him a look that lets him know you mean business.

"If you fall, your knight in shining armor, Y/N will catch you!" Derek shouts from his spot where he's swimming in the lake. JJ and Penelope are watching from a float shaped like a giant unicorn. Typical Penny.

"Shut up, Derek!" Spencer shouts back at him.

You can tell that he's actually nervous, and not just unwilling to participate, so you decide to climb up after him.

"How about we go together?" You smile at him.

"Can we do that?" He asks, clearly not believing you.

"Yeah! See how there's a plank of wood on the bottom here? There's room for both of us to stand. And then we just hold onto the rope. We'll back up to get some momentum, then right when we get to the edge, we'll hop on the rope ok. But make sure to let go before it swings back towards the rocks."

The look he's giving you says he still doesn't think this will work.

You take his hand in yours, giving it a quick squeeze. "Do you trust me?"

You see the anxiety wash away as he's overcome by comfort. "Yeah, I do actually" he smiles, squeezing your hand back.

"On three okay? One...two...three!"

Before you know it, the two of you are landing in the water. You both come up for air as he starts a splash fight with you. You're both giggling and splashing like little kids, but having the time of your life. You feel water peg you in the back of the head. You turn around to see Hotch and Rossi armed with oversized water guns, peeking out from behind the trees on the shore.

"Hey that's not fair! We're unarmed!" You shout at the two men.

"Come join our team!" Rossi yells back. You and Spencer look at each other confused. You look up to see Alex carrying four water guns out to the water toward Derek, JJ, and Penny.

You and Spencer turn to each other, each with a huge grin. "Oh it's on!" You say.

"It's so on!" he replies before you both make your way onto shore as quickly as possible. Hotch and Rossi hand you each a weapon and the war commences.

After a long fight, the team in the lake finally surrenders. Your team is the clear winner.

"Winner's get dinner first!" Rossi shouts before the four of you make a mad dash for the cabin. You grab your towel, guessing that Alex had laid it out for you, as you see the other ladies' towels laid out as well well. Rossi had the dinner on warmers, so it's all ready for you. As the four of you take your plates full of food to the dining table outside, you pass your opponents. A series of snickers and goofy faces ensues as your team teases them endlessly.

You felt so comfortable around all of them. For people with such serious jobs, they sure do know how to let loose and have fun.

A/N:

I hope everyone is still enjoying it! I know it's a slow burn but it's so cute right 🥰I plan on picking up right where we left off! Please reblog or comment if you liked this chapter! I love hearing feedback!

[freshstartbaby]

Un

🎧 Body - Syd

I watched my house, cardbord on the ground, like me, leg crossed. White walls, a little smell of vinegar. Thats what I used to finally clean up everything.

Why do I feel like shit ? I mean one part of me cant wait to be in my new place. But the other ? I really feel like I kind of failed here. I got a job, two to be exact, I can provide for myself. I got few friends and thats it. I was wondering if my mum will ever know if I left the town. Maaaan I got to stop overthinking.

It was 8pm and I was waiting for Theo's call. Thanks to god he told me he will help me wih the moving. His help was so precious. Like always. My phone rang with « Theo 🤍 » on my screen . I picked up

« Sup mister T » I said softly « Hi Rob, you good ? » he answered « I am actually, and you ? » « Good. So you really goin to leave me, you know you can still change your mind » « No way, but you know you will still be in my mind » « And in your heart. Who do you think you are ? » he started to joke « Man where are you ? » I said rolling my eyes with a smile on face « There is a litlle bit of traffic. I be there in 10 minutes. But I think the man who will help us is already there. I fowarded him your number. Did he call ? »

I checked my phone, no missed call

« Nah he didn't » « Ok, get ready I be there soon » « Thank tou Theo » « Everything for you » he hang up

I shook my head slowley left to right. He was so kind to me. He can't be real. Me and Theo knew ourself since 8 years now. He was there to help and provide when no one could. He always was very protective and he is actually the one who gave me my first job: dancer in a club. It wasn't my goal job but I could dance and it will help me paying my bills. Few years later he also refered me in company to work as a personnal assistant. I managed myself to then become a communication assistant. When you look clother, without him, I probably will end up as a cracked or worse.

When we met I was 16 and he was 22. It was a very protective relationship. But the older we get, the akward it became. I mean physically he turned to a man as i turned to a young women. And even if he always shows me mad respect, the way he was watching and talking to me changed. Not in a bad way, but I could feel there was more. I aint gon lie, he is good looking, got money and got pure heart. But i couldnt wiling to lost him if we turned into a relationship. He was one of few people around me. Aint ready to loose one of them.

When I told him that I decided to move in LA, maaaan, he wasn't down for it. But as always, he helped me. He got fews relations so we find a cute flat quickly than I thought. The place was smooth and warm. We flew to LA to visit it, and i actually loved it. So now here I am waiting for a friend of his to move my stuff to LA. Let me get it straight. I aint no baby. I can take care of myself. But when it comes to Theo, he always wants to help. And I aint gonna lie, it feel good to be take care of.

The ring belled, I stood up to open the door. He looked at me, I looked at him.

« Can I help you ? » rising an eyebrow acting like I didn't know him « Stop playing » he said moving in my place « Hi » I said to the man following Theo « Robyn this is Eric, Eric this The New York leaver »

I rolled my eyes and shook my head slowly. Eric and Theo helped me to put my stuff in the truck. It was quickly made thanks to them. Also even if I hadnt much things I droped a lot. Eric told me that they will arrive the next monday in my new place. I thanked him as he left when I felt someone behind me. I turned around found Theo on his phone.

« First of all you didn't say hi »

I pulled him softly in a hug. His hands wrapped my shoulder as he kissed my cheek softly

« Then tell me where do I drop you ? » he said « Alex's place » « Lets go »

He put my suitcase in his trunck and we headed to Alexendra's place. I sold my car few weeks before so he proposed me to drop me where I needed yesterday.

Alexandra is one of my best friend. She's like a sister to be honest. We know each other for like forever and she always be down for me. Im stayin at her place tonight so I can catch my flight tommorow.

The road was silent but confortable. Theo and I like to be quiet sometines. We're the type of people who arent afraid of silence. As we arrived to Alexendra's place we stayed a little in the car.

« You need help with the suit case ? » « Na Im good, but thank you. Thank you for everything. It means a lot» I look at him « Stop saying this like its a goodbye » « Im not » « You better »

We pulled into a thight hug «You know I'm always be around and if you need to come back my door is open» « I hope it will be fine dont say that »

He look at me kiss my cheek and said

« Take care » « You too Theo »

I got off the car, took my suitcase and watched him leave. As we disapear on the corner I called Alex.

« Yes baby » « Im here, remind me your code » « You still dont remember it, you do it on purpose » « Guuuurl what is it ?» « 7110 » « Thank youuuuuu »

I taped the code and got to her place

« Sup baby » « Wassup baby, how you doin ?» « Good and you ? » « Everything is alright, I mean my best friend is leaving in an another town but Im good » « Guuuurl, it is for the better » « I know that, Im just getting emotional » « Dont do that » « Im trying, I swear ! How did you came ? You took a uber ? » « Nah, Theo droped me »

She set down on her large cozy couch eying me with a small smile

« What ? » I asked « Noooothing ! » she tapped the place next to her so I can take place « You just goin to sit down and tell me what's popin between you and this white daddy, finally» she said swith a smirk « Nothing is popin, I already told you that » i said sitting next to her « But you got to admit he is good lookin » « I never said he isnt » « Maybe a little bit skinny but he is still handsome » « He is. » « So he never try to own that » she said pointing at myself « And dont try to tell me no, I saw him plenty time trying to get you. » « Alex, it is not goin to hape- « «  Whyyyyyyyy » « Because I dont want to » I said laughin « GURL IS YOU GAY ?» « Oh my god. Alexendra. » «  No because if you are it is ok. But you need to tell me, so I can introduce him to friend of mine. Its such a waste » « Whatever » I said looking at her smiling

This girl is so crazy. Full of good vibe. Always pushing me to my best. She is fam yall. Our phones started buzzing at the same time. It was a whatsap phone call from our conversation « Mexico 🥵 ».

With some friends we decided to go on a trip to Mexico. For the big part, I knew them from school or club. As we grew older all of us took different ways but still got mad love for eachother. This week trip was the way to link up. I didnt knew some people like David, Florian and Veronica but everything went well during the organisation so I wasnt « afraid » that they were annoying.

The trip is next Monday so we schedule this video chat to make a last check. With all the stuff with my moving I almost forget about this call. Alex and I were together so I decided not to answer from my phone and step clother to her so we can both be on her screen

« Hi » « Wassup beauties » Alexander says

We all said hi to each other and waited to see if someone was missing.

« Who is missing » I asked « Flo is not here » Betty said « Damn this sleeping guy, let me text him » Alexander answered

As he decided to text him, a new window poped in our screen revealing a big white man shirtless, it seems like he was in his bed.

« My bad, sorry for my lateness, wassup guys » he said in a low voice

I looked at the screen, then at Alex, then the screen again and falled into the catch moving my hand to show to Alex that this man was foooine

We giggle few seconds before getting back to our serious faces.

« Florian that is it ? » Alex asked « Yup » « Time is money you owe us all a drink when we get to the mexico » « Maaaan dont play me like that, I was taking a nap, gym killed me today» he said

Of course he was goin to the gym, look at this chest. I tried to fix my self when we all talked for like an hour about last informations, who will arrive when, who shares room, what type of activites we wanted to do. I cant wait for this trip to be honest. I dont travel that much. I could release the stress from my moving, my new job and the new town I will be living in.

« Rob you still in New York ?» Michael asked « Yeees, my fligt is tomorrow » « Where you goin ? » Betty asked « Moving to LA » I said softly « LA GANG MY MAN ! » Florian shouted « Thats great, really big move » Alexander said « Finger crossed » Veronica « Dont worry, as wherever it will be ok if you work hard enough » Florian said « Oh dont worry she is a hard worker » Alex said miming a blow job

I snaped her head as everyone shared an hard laugh. Few minutes later we hang up. I went to the bathroom, washed myself, my tooth and changed myself in something more confortable. I went back to the living room and find Alexandra on the phone. By the way she was smiling and laughing I could tell it was Alexander. Yeah. This gurl find a boyfriend with the same name. That's kind of cute but it's also so corny. She hanged up, stood uo and went to the kitchen

« Sooooo » « What do you want again ? » i said a smirk in my face « I was wondering » she looked at me with a vicious smile « What is it Alex ? » « Are you down for some dick in Mexico » « You are something else you know that » « Im just asking ! There will be latino guys, foreigner and gurl this man Florian, he is free like the wind » «How do you know that ? » « I asked Alexander » « Mmmmh » « Mmmmh ? Gurl when is the lastime you had a man making you feel right ? I aint talking about relationship because that is another level and I know you trying to put yourself first since...» « Yea no. I'm not ready but let me think » « The fact that you have to think is not ok, you know that if the sexual frustration is not evacueted it can damaged you » « I got toys dont worry » I said putting my finger in a peace sign while im leaving the kitchen

I went to her guest bedroom, sitted on the bed and put my durag on. After sliding under the sheets I did my breath exercise so I could fall asleep faster but I couldn't. It was these exercises or sleeping pills. But I try to use them less and less since few month. They knocked me hard to hard man. After 30 minutes of try, I took my phone and opened Instagram. I scrolled my screen without being focused at all, laugh at fews memes and double tap some post. I tought about what Alex told me. It's true. It been a while since I havent give a man his chance. It didn't went well the last time. Ok here we go overthinking. I shook my hand thinking of how dumb I was when I tought about Florian. He was fine its true but you know men are trash. At least men I have a crush on 😭. I tapped « florian » in the research bar to see if I could find him. I didn't. Im defenatly not a FBI member. I will ask to Alex tomorrow, or not, it's not a good idea.

——-

I was hugging Alexandra thighly at the airport. The voice called the passagers of my flight to get ready.

« I'm goin to miss you crazy ass » I whispered « I'm goin to miss you more Robyn, but stop being weak before I start crying » « Come on aint nobody goin to cry » I push her shoulder « we're tough girls remember ? » « Yea but I wrote you a letter » she gave me a letter as I look at her ready to make fun of her « You wrote me a letter, you must be in love with me » « Of course I am, yo you're my friend soulmate » « Ok you gon make me cry now » « Go get your flight »

I tried to open the letter when she took my hand

« The fuck is you doin, you have to read it in your flight, or when you arrive to your new place but not now » « Okaaaaaaay mrs emotional »

I kissed her cheek and grabed my suit case before leaving

« See you in Tulum baby ! »

I put a peace sign above my head a went take my flight.

As I settled in my seat, I leaned my head back to the couch. Here we go baby. You can do this. You got this. It's goin to be fine. I was motivated myself when my phone buzzed. I watched my phone screen and see that Theo sent me a vocal. I put my AirPods on tap on my screen to listen his whatsap vocal message.

James. Theo James. : « You're in the plane ? »

I send him a quick answer

Robyn ✨: Yup 🛫

James. Theo James. : Ok

I watched the screen as I saw « James. Theo James is writing » when a big as message droped. Oh my god. He is goin to make me cry. Or worse. I rubbed my forehead before start reading.

James. Theo James. :

« Robyn. My baby. I know your flight is getting ready to take off. So I'm writing this to you so you can be ready for this new page.

Im goin to tell you this, and ear me out when I say: You got this.

You're smart, kind, open minded,fierce, talented, reliable, honest and a fighter. I know life ain't did good to you lately, and it's destroying me to see you leave but baby it's a fresh start. Leave all the madness, the pain and the self doubt where you at because LA is goin to be fire baby. No more drama, no more pathetic boyfriend, no more struggling. Put yourself above everything, because you deserve it. Keep your mental healthy. Communicate more, talk free and never be afraid to make people to ear your voice.

As I always say to you, even if the blood don't link us, you mean the world to me. Whenever you need anything blow my phone. I will always have an eye on you even if I know you are and you are becoming a boss a bitch woman every single day.

I know you are goin to kill it.

Text me when you arrive to your new home

I will come visit you in few months

Theo 🤍 »

I closed my eyes, bitted my lips and hold my phone on my chest. Don't cry, don't cr- too late. Tears were all over my face as I try to mute myself. Even I tried to hide it, I was feeling shitty. And those words just gave me the feeling of being discovered. I don't know how it was possible. Even if Theo and I were closed I have difficulties to talk out when I'm not feeling myself. And with this message I knew that all this time he knew how I felt but give me my space.

LA be good to me please.

—-

🎧 1 pound - Brymo

The sunlight woke me this morning. I really need to buy curtains. I mean in the rest of the place it's not that important, but wake this way is so uncomfortable. I like the darkness in my bedroom you know ? And all this light, god chill out 🤣

I stood up and head ou to the bathroom and then to the kitchen. I watched the board where I wrote my to do list yesterday night. Yeaaaa i'm trying to be more disciplined woman. I mean organized but sometimes I get too lazy. Like if I invented the word lazy myself.

End the bathroom Shopping at the supermarket Look for a car End the suitcase Work out (you can do this)

I laugh at myself knowing that I will probably not doing the last one. I washed my dishes and turn on the speaker to get in a better mood. I clean a little some stuff since there was still some cardboard here and there. I find myself dancing in front the big mirror in one of the corridor when my phone rang. I didn't know the number so I turned of the music and clear my throat.

« Robyn Matthew, how can I help you » « Hi Robyn this is William. I am with Olivia, you're on speaker. How are you ? » « Hello Robyn »

Ow my new bosses.

« Oh hello to both of you, I'm great thank you to ask. How about you two ? » « We're good ourself thank you. Have you settled yet ? » « Mmh there is still few unopened cardboards but I'm good » « Good to ear that » « You will love LA » Olivia said « I hope so, how can I help you ? » « Well Robyn we were wondering, sorry to ask again but weren't you supposed to start today ?»

My eyes grew wide as my eyebrow start dancing. I wasn't supposed to start today hell no

« I don't think so, I mean I asked to the RH department to postponed my arrival since I have a trip planned » « Oh my baaaaaaaaaad » Olivia shooted « What is it » he asked to Olivia I think « I totally forgot to tell you, Cindy told me few weeks ago but it disappeared from my mind »

My heart stoped racing fast when I told them

« You scared me ! » « I'm so sorry Robyn, William I'm sorry too » « Oh it's ok, you owe us a coffe when she arrives » « Deal » she said laughing « You better note that, or you will forget it too » « Very funny » « Anyway sorry to have bothered you Robyn » William said « It's fine » « Where are you going ? » Olivia asked « Sorry ? » « You said you are goin on a trip, where is it ? »

I twisted my face. How is that suppposed to concern them ? Robyn stay open, be nice, they're just trying to be nice.

« Tulum » « Oh Mexico, well lucky you » « Oh my god, I wish I could have holidays to a place like this » « Anyway Robyn, enjoy you're trip and come back to us resourced. You can't wait to work with you » « Thank you, see you soon » « Bye »

I hang up, a weird feeling in my guts. I mean they were nice. But I'm not really use to have this kind of conversation with my bosses. I tought that they were a good duo both of them. I find myself a little anxious about having two bosses but it's goin to be fine.

Im goin to tell you this, and ear me out when I say: You got this.

I got this. I wanted to turn back on the music. So I scrolled my screen when I saw an Instagram notification.

@bignasty wants to follow you

My face twisted again. Big nasty ? What the hell is that. I'm sure this is a porn count, or a pervet who will try to slide in my Dm. So many weird people on social medias. Thanks god the private button exists so I can control borders 😂 I clicked on it when I saw his face.

Wow.

I took few step back to my couch as my hand was on my chest. Jesus Christ. I found myself put my hand on my mouth so I don't scream and laugh akwardly. God. It was Florian. I mean I think. No no no it was him. How can you forget a face like this. I hold my breath as scrolled down his feed. This man was... l have no word. I rubbed my eyes trying to get back to earth, with a big dumb smile on my face when my phone rang

Xandra 💍 is calling

I picked up and put her on the speaker. I said hi to her in a low voice, I was feeling like I'm out of breath

« GUUUUUUUURL » she screamed « Wassup » « Did Florian asked you on Ig ? » « He did. » « GIRRRL DID YOU SAW THESE PICTURES ?!!!! » « Alexandra, i was checking him when you called » « GURRRRRRL IF YOU DONT EAT HIM ON THIS TRIP I'M KILLING YOU »

I start rubbing my eye again. He was something else. God. Why do I feel this. Then I found myself playing with my finger, where my engagement ring used to be.

It gave me a quick reminder.

« Ok he is super hot, but don't count on me for that » « You're such a child when you act like that. You know what, I'm sure you pantie is already soaking looking at his pic, so just wait. When he is goin in front of you there will be no « don't count on me for that » » « shut up » « Have you end your suite case ? » « Not yet, I think it will be handle this evening» « Ok look listen to me wisely. I don't know what you choose but switch it all up with sexiest stuff » « I'm tired of you »

We stayed on the phone for like an hour. You know how it is when besties are on the phone. All the day she kept teasing me with Florian but I didn't give attention. But I wanted to make her laugh a little so I teased her with a screen and a meme

She hit me back with a message 

« gurl this is too much, you really goin to miss this chance »

What chance ? He just followed me on Instagram. I didn't even accept him yet. He must have a girlfriend, or be a fuck boy. Maybe is he gay. Ok Robyn overthinking AGAIN. It's goin to be cute holidays. I don't want to mess this up.

—— 3836 words

Wassup guys ?

How do you feel about this beginning ?

Is everything understable ? I'm French so you know you girl is struggling a little 🙈

Do not hesitate to give me feedbacks, react, and all that stuff

Next step, Tulum baby 🥵

Take care

NEXT PART

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Tma season 2 notes baybeee

I made myself take several breaks so I could give my frie d who is listening to it at the same time as me a chance to catch up. Honestly just posting them so I have them saved somewhere but whatever.

ep 41: real graham wrote keep watching before he was replaced. Jon feels like he's being watched. But they werent replaced by things related to the eye. It's the web that's on the box that replaces them. Endless hallways and doors to nowhere. I bet nicholas will have ideas what entity this relates to. If it even does. They're like the tunnels in the one with the builder guy. Tunnels closing in etc. Also like the cave diving one. He's assuming it's just one

ep 42: so 100 gecs? (IM SORRY I LIKE 100 GECS BUT LMAO) so there's some entity related to music right? There's the piper episode and the 27 w/ the calliope. Ah yes, this season is gonna be the season of Paranoid!Jon

ep 43: section 31? fucking books. god no. smashed lights? cult lady did that. covered the lights too. she mentioned a spooky clown doll. thats not random.

ep 44: is this that same circus that got mentioned before? it is! the pipe organ! pop off organ! pipe off! mouth on the stomach! yes! mouths in unusual places my beloved!

ep 45: antiques! like that one ep!

ep 46: every time books get mentioned i sigh. hhh sus smells. it got brighter. I get the vibes occasionally that the dark and the eye are sorta at odds with eachother. GRRR BARK BARK LEITNER. ayyy ex altiora. entity go brr. which entity do we thing it is? my guess is The Dark. The book buyer's name is Mike. He has scars? Electricity? The childhood friend of the guy who got it later on perhaps? The Vast? its formatted like an entity idk. This happened before the other one. He got trapped in the wood carving. a win for the web lol spiders go brr

ep 47: did i hear spiral? ITS THE NOT THING FROM THE EPISODE WITH NOT GRAHAM "it didnt move, it shifted" is like the exact same sentence as before. ay john's starting to remember. the laughing woah thats weird. is "michael" one of the entities? "you make it seem like theres a war" supports my theory that theres a struggle between a couple of the entities. I said i thought it was the eye and the dark i believe but im not sure. its whatever entity michael is vs the worms? what did nicholas say the worms were again? The Corruption? still dont know which one michael is tho.

Had to take a break after that episode. smth about the quality of michael's voice makes me feel like im gonna slip into one of those states where it feels like nothing is real, so i got a nice cold glass of water.

ep 48: jesus ok this one's kidna corny. you're telling me love made the crowd go away come on now. Ur losing it big J. also shouldnt it be more sus that "sasha" is so unaffected by the worm incident/ finding of gertrude's body

ep 49: haven't we heard hector's name before? oh is he the crime guy? fucking jared... so it's a throat? chompa chompa. (it's just a little bit hot) the good part about these episodes is that we know whoever's telling the story isn't gonna die. even if it's a close call, they're not dead. hotworth? ok not jared keay. it bothers me how theres so many repeated names, can they not come up with other names? "sasha"'s computer is breaking... sus. Elias our favorite weed man! jon ur so paranoid lmao

ep 50: robert smirk, at it again. this is like that one episode with the old dude who locked his door. who said idle beforehand? was it smirk? fingertips. thats so weird lmao. bahahah tim

ep 51: simon fairchild. im sure jon will mention the name at the end i cant remember where we've heard it. this is just like the cavediving episode. a hand? there was a hand in the last one right? the scalpel! and an eye thing. she's trying to throw them off.

ep 52: thats the guy from before! with the hearts! god i hate this guy writing the statement hh. lights blowing, and brackish water. we know how this ends but its still tense. rainer? reigner? rain man. we've seen him before

ep 53: pls not a leitner. oh boy mans scratched out his eyes. rip skelly. why would gertrude have had this statement off the books? jon stabbed himself?? bruh im? big man are you okay

ep 54: cockney boys! ayy its our favorite delivery men. she cut out their eyes. she knew that the eye was a thing?

ep 55: oily residue like the retirement home!

ep 56: worms? no. spiders?? bruhh. aaah yelling :(( aww martin anyways yeah i called it about paranoid!jon he needs to take a nap and drink some hot chocolate and calm down for once please

ep 57: just remembered, i think theres an entity called The Lonely?? This feels pretty lonely idk. fairchild, lukas/ lucas, some spooky place in norway idk. "sasha" knew he was recordinig hmm suspicious cmon jon figure it out. Sasha and tom. hm sus. for records sake i feel liek i should note here that I did have it spoiled to me simply that that's not sasha, but thats really all. i assumed it was like the thing that happened to graham in S1

ep 58: i feel like i recognize the name eustice (?) wick. someone please tell me im not just watching jon's descent into madness over the course of this podcast. im hoping it isnt so but, (and pardon the dsmp reference) im getting real wilbur vibes from this one.

ep 59: oh dear ok account from the fielding house. swirling designs? Spiral time? oh boyy. oh wait! 6 inch hole in the middle! is it not a spiderweb type design on the table? thats what i had assumed but that description sounds more like a spiral thing. cobwebs is a Web thing. ayy nicholas was right! the box goes in the table! the place that she kissed him was burning. Raymond is an avatar of The Web and agnes is the burning one. Lightless Flame! Why did she save him? i guess she was against this guy eating ppl or wtvr but why was she at the halfway house then? I think she's like michael.

ep 60: the eye go brr

ep 61: breacon and hope once again. tom. sasha's boyfriend. vampires sleep in coffins. the guy just walking in seems similar to the mind control of the vampires

ep 62: bones! its that one leitner. is this mother keay? the mom of gerard? this is what happened to her right? her skin was found on hooks? oh yeah thats what i thought the pages are made of skin. yeesh. The End!! sounds like an entity. phrased like one, and i think i remember it. are the people trapped in the pages? or... kept?

ep 63: eaten by the darkness! cavediving episode! (just like eaten by the sky) did my brain make up one called The Vast? it feels like it should be one, and all these episodes have some similar description about their feelings when they do whatever chosen hobby they have. ok now this one kinda feels like the dark. lights going out and all that. ok so not really a The Vast thing, its more of a Dark thing. feckin smirk gah.

ep 64: dice! the death guy! the death game thing! the person tricked somebody else into becoming death and then they were immortal? but if the egyptians wanted to kill him or punish him or whatever couldnt they just kill him? it worked in the end when he had the person giving the statement stab him, that did the job and actually killed him

ep 65: finally jon is actually acknowledging something is wrong.

So we know Mary Keay was revived most likely with the book by gerard.

Gertrude was way more aware of the entities than Jon. mary keay referenced The End openly and she cut the eyes out of her magazines and all that which makes me think she was aware of The Eye

ep 66: please not buried alive pleeaase not buried alive. lukas of the tundra? didnt we hear the name lukas before? she wanted it to be difficult to find important files because that way bad people couldnt find them?

ep 67: agnes... the girl in the hilltop house? agnes poppin off!! he's really not gonna question how she knew where he lived?? oh no D: the tree. were they the ones working on the house? aww they kissi- OH DEAR. why did she kiss him? it seemed like she cared about him? also she could kiss that other dude on the cheek and he was fine, but maybe it was cuz she was younger? lightless flame go brrrrr.

ep 68: oh god books. yup its bitchboy leitner. mans said "this seems supernatural, its a werd book!" bruuh.

ep 69: heh nice. aw cmon jon listen to martin. gahhh spiders. is that the class we heard about in the other doctor one with the teeth apple? some kind of psych class? oh dear. fucking spiders. aaaah. web do be goin brr. it's like the girl in the homeless shelter! who made the guy leave and she took his bed.

ep 70: is this gonna be the book that mary keay had? Most likely a leitner no matter what. Oh boy latin. Why did it start in latin then become old English? I'm guessing people put them in the book? He cant burn it. Phrophecies go brr. He says eh it's a decade in the future it's fine. Its gonna have changed. Ayy called it. Just accept it, it's a magic book. His death is getting closer. Leitner didnt make them but just collected them? Gertrude burned the book! She burned them down there so no one would know.

ep 71: oh boy tunnels. Our favorite thing /s. is The Buried a thing? Idk this seems pretty buried. Oh dear he's trapped here isnt he. "Not enough space to move, never enough to breathe" is that from the computer episode? With the guy who uploaded his consciousness? Somebody living down there. Hmmmm. Guesses: tom, sasha's boyfriend. Gertrude herself? (Though I doubt it)

ep 72: sweeney todd moment. Meat. The slaughter? Idk we'll see what the supernatural part is. Meat is meat. Similar to the slaughterhouse episode. Is it fucking Jared I swear to God it better not be. Hooligan teenagers, you know how it is. Meat is me lmao. Is the kid gonna be in the freezer. Ok that's good. OWW. Oddly textured candles. Made from people? Human fat or smth? Tom from the meat processing plant!

ep 73: outer bay shipping. Bet it's a subset of breacon and hope delivery. The Dark go brrr. Uh oh mans is gonna die. Leo or whatever. Cult ppl go brr. The people's church of the divine host. Who is the divine host? Is it reigner or whatever his name is? I dont think Jon can quit tbh. Probably an anonymous tip but from who?? One of the entities?

ep 74: fucking teeth hhh. I dont know which entity is related to teeth. Spiral. Isnt the spiral an entity. It feels like it could be related to many things idk. Yeah this sounds like the spiral. Heart attack at 29? Jesus... michael! That's kinda what I was thinking. Sasha goin in the tunnels. Hmm sus. They move the floor. Wack. Bet its tom.

ep 75: Man with a lightning scar. Has one of the leitner books. The childhood friend of the one who first introduced us to leitner. Oh my god that sounds terrifying. Michael crew.

ep 76: scalpel? Hmm spooky. NotSasha... think jon think.

ep 77: another double! NotThem, The Stranger. Not related to the table?

ep 78: what was that at the beginning? Question mark?? Oh boy more NotThem. Decker... what is the deal with the table. Does it contain the creature? Fucking Michael. Bitchboi himself.

ep 79: yes pop off martin. Ugh fucking Michael just leave man. I hate that dude. New person. Hmm. No idea who it is.

ep 80: shitener himself! Ok sir tell us the entities. Ayy The Spiral. Ok we know what that one is. The Eye is the beholding! Oooh. The Stranger. Did elias just kill leitner? Popping off honestly.

[itisannak]

Happy Campers (Ashton Irwin Smut)

Summary: The gang gets together for a weekend of camping. And of course, Ashton just can't keep his hands of his girlfriend. (Smut /  Unprotected Sex / Dominance /  Teasing / Marking) (Request) (Words: 4.3k)

"The stuff is all the trunk?" I ask Ashton as he walks in the kitchen where I pack the road snacks. "Yup, we are all set to go." He replies, walking behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist, planting a kiss on the nook of my neck. "Good. The rest of the gang is ready as well?" I ask him and he sighs. "I'll check the group chat, but I highly doubt they are..." He replies, leaning against the counter as he takes his phone out of his pocket, typing away as I finish prepping the food. "Quick question... Is that all you are gonna wear?" He asks as he locks the phone, pointing his finger at me. "Yeah. Why?" I ask, eyebrows knitted together as I look at him confused. "I don't know... You know it's chilly by the river, right?" He asks, hooking his fingers in the belt loops of my jean shorts. "I am pretty sure it won't be drastically different... I mean, California has the heat of a thousand hells. Now, if I get cold, I am damn lucky that I have you to borrow some warmth from..." I wink at him, running my hands down his chest. "Well, you are lucky..." He licks his lips, cocking his eyebrow as he stares down at me. Before anything, his notifications go off, making his huff as I pull away from him.

"It's Michael, says they are ready." He states, peeking at his phone. "We'd better get going, then. It's a long way to the campsite." I reply, picking up the bag. "I am pretty sure Lu is not ready yet. We have some time on our hands..." He takes my wrist in his hand, pulling me back close to him. "He is gonna find us there... It's not a biggie if we get there earlier..." I reply and he tilts my head to the side, freeing my neck to him. "Come on... A quick round to start the weekend on the right foot." He murmurs, sucking on my sweetspot. "We need to get going, baby... We have a long way there, and then we need to set up before it gets dark." I try to fight my urge to give in as his lips play along my neck. "Are you saying no to sex with me?" He asks, surprised by it. "I gotta. You can turn a quickie to a marathon of sex in the blink of an eye. Now, get your fine ass into the car and let's hit the road." I order, smacking his ass as I move out of the kitchen.

Soft music plays in the car as he drives to the campsite, and now that we are on the country road, outside the city, everything seems serene. Ashton grips at the steering wheel as the sun hits on him, highlighting every aspect of him. "Take a picture, it will last longer..." He mumbles as he catches me staring, bringing a smile to my lips. "Ok..." I reply, reaching to grab my phone from the dash. I press on my camera, turning it to him before I capture a snap of him. "I didn't mean it literally..." He rolls his eyes, but the playful smirk that reveals his dimply cheeks makes my stomach fill with butterflies. "Well, too damn late now. You look like shit on it... But cute kind of shit." I comment, setting the photo as my lock screen. "Thanks, I guess. We have an hour at least until we get to the campsite... Maybe you should take a nap, rest a bit. You know you will have to set the tent once we arrive, right?" He teases me and I chuckle. "Whose idea was for us to stay the weekend on a campsite 2 hours away from the city? And what are you going to do while I set up the tent?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow at him. "It was mine, and before you speak, yes, I know I have brilliant ideas, thank you very much... And I am driving us there, I need to rest after. So, you are in charge of our tent." He replies, cocking an eyebrow as well. "Please... Just admit you want to stare at my ass while I set everything up." I scoff and he fake-gasps offended. "I would never..." He replies as I lean back on my seat. "Yeah, yeah... I believe you..." I rax myself as I try to relax in my seat.

I undo the button of my shorts, rubbing my fingers over the indents the clothing has left behind. "Whatcha doin?" He asks, peeking at me. "The shorts are a little tight now that I am sitting..." I explain and he hums. "Pity. What are you wearing under them?" He asks me, intrigued by the simple, totally non-sexual action. "Just my bikini. Si and Crystal want to go swim in the river after we set up." I reply and he smirks at me. "Just your bikini?" He asks, licking his lips; my lips curl into a deviant smile, face heating as I come up with a plan to tease him. "Yeap... And the top is a little snug now... My tits hurt a little." I moan, pouting at him. "Aw, baby... Lemme see." He reaches in to cup my breasts, but I swat his hand away. "Nah, nah, nah... Eyes on the road, hands on the wheel..." I order, cupping my breast and squeezing it a little, moaning blissfully as I put on a little show for him. "Mmm, that feels so much better..." I sigh, tilting my head a little back. "I bet it does..." He steals a few looks of me, going back and forth looking at the road and me. "You know what... My bikini bottoms are kinda irritating too..." I lower my hand inside my shorts, pressing my fingers against my clothed sex to rub my clit over my bikini. "That feels so good, Ashton... Fuck..." I whimper, pushing my panties to the side to free my sex. My fingers dance against my core, rubbing circles on my clit before I lower them to my entrance, teasing around it. I look at Ashton, who is flustered and trying to concentrate on the road. "Oh, I am so wet..." I cry out, biting on my lip as I bring my hand out of my bottoms. I make sure Ash is looking at me before I bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking at them and causing Ashton to breathe funny. "You are so going to pay for this..." He breathes out, running one hand down his face. I smile innocently at him, shrugging my shoulders to play it coy. "I am going to pay for what exactly?" I ask and he sighs frustrated. "You will see, darling." He replies, sounding a lot promising. "Too bad I can't pay for anything until we get back home..." I chuckle and he pulls over, stopping the car. "Wait, what?" He asks, turning to look at me. "I am not having sex in a tent, with our friends a few feet away, with no proper mattress on the ground..." I reply, looking at him as his jaw drops to the ground. "But you have had sex with me, in my bunk. And you have had sex with me on a floor, on a table, settings with no mattress... And let me remind you of all the times we've fucked on other people's houses, of all the times we were caught..." He begins listing, but I lean in and hush him with a kiss. "Baby, we are not having sex during this weekend. You can keep it in your pants for 2 nights and 3 days. Now, get back on the road, I have a tent to set up..." I order, relaxing back on my seat as I watch him huff and drive back up the road.

"What time are we eating?" I ask Ashton as I wrap my arms around him, my hand playing with the strings of his sweatshorts. "Uh, we have at least an hour or so... Did you finish setting up the tent?" He asks, turning around to look at me. I nod my head and hum, while his eyes travel down my body. "Why are you dressed like that? Let me rephrase, why are you nearly naked?" He asks, the tip of his tongue darting out of his mouth to lick his lips. "I told you, Sierra and Crystal want to go swimming after we set up...Where is your mind, bunny?" I ask, bopping his nose. Calum chokes in laughter as he looks at us. "Yeah, bunny, where is your mind?" He asks mockingly, making Ashton scoff. "Hood, I swear to God... Baby, we are eating in a bit..." Ashton states and I shrug. "We have an hour, don't we? Plus, you can always come and call us when food's ready..." I stand on my toes, pressing a kiss on his nose. "If a crocodile bites off your ass, don't come whining." He presses his lips on my forehead and I chuckle. "Ok, you drama llama..." I wink before I run back to the rest of the gals.

"Ladies, dinner is being served." Ashton shouts from the coast, making all of us turn towards him. Sierra and Crystal walk out of the water, while I still lay on my floatie. "Do you need a special invitation, princess?" He asks me and I smirk, moving my finger to call him over. "Come get me out..." I sing, watching as he huffs and strips off his t-shirt. "You are going to be the death of me." He comments as he gets in, making me smile as he approaches me. I make room for him on my unicorn, but he drags me by my foot and tumbles me in the water. I resurface, shaking my head to get the water off my hair. "I could have drowned..." I splash him with water, while he wraps his arms around my body. "Who's the drama llama now?" He asks, resting his hands above my ass. "We have to go have dinner..." He states and I hum, leaning my head against his shoulder. "Or, you know, this is pretty far away from the guys. You can moan all you want and you won't be heard... Great spot for sex..." He slips his hand inside my bikini bottoms, squeezing my ass a little harshly. "Mmm, pass..." I whisper, reaching down to stroke over his bulge. "That doesn't feel like a pass..." He moans and I chuckle. "Pass on the sex... Teasing is always on the table." I reply and he groans at me. "Fuck, this isn't fair. You are standing here, all wet, in this itsy bitsy teenie weenie bikini, and you're stroking my cock... All I want is to turn you around, pull that tiny bikini to the side and fuck that tight little pussy. My perfect, tight, little pussy." He growls, squeezing my ass before he slips his hand further down, his fingers toying with my entrance. "That's what your mind has been preoccupied with?" I ask, my stomach tightening as I think of him holding me by my hips and pounding me. "Ever since you imposed the no sex rule, all I can think of is fucking you... The thought is driving me insane..." He whimpers, almost begging me. He sounds so damn needy, I feel so damn full of myself. "Then just turn me around... Fuck that pussy, baby. Bring your thoughts into reality..." I lick my lips. All I manage to see is his eyes turning just a little darker before I am turned around and Ashton's hands work on undoing the knots of my bikini. "Screw the no fucking rule, huh?" He asks as he presses my back against his chest. "Well, you sounded convincing..." I reply, while his lips trail down my neck. "'M gonna fuck you so good, princess..." He breathes against my skin; I feel his cock poke against my ass, the rigidness of it making my stomach jump excitedly.

"Hey, guys... Are you coming for dinner or what?" Luke shouts from the coast, making Ashton groan in disappointment. "We are coming." I reply, slapping Ashton's hand away from my hips. "We are going to start without you if you are not there in 3 minutes." Luke threatens before he turns around and walks away. "We have three minutes..." Ashton groans, pulling me back to him. "No, we have to get going. I think they already know why we are late." I reply, taking my bikini bottom in my hands before it floats too far away. "Come on... I can't go out with my dick making a tent..." He protests but I shrug my shoulders. "Not really my problem now, is it?" I ask, tying up the garment before I walk out of the water. "That is plainly mean." Ashton whines, causing my smirk to grow even bigger. "Grab the floatie on your way out." I shout, trying to fight the flush that has crept up my face.

"Look who's finally here... Had you been a bit more late, you would have found just the plates..." Michael states as we walk to our campsite, Ashton grumpily carrying the floatie. "The water was great, I didn't want to come out. I'll go change into something warm." I point at our tent, while Ashton grumbles and drops our stuff outside our tent. He slips in the tent with me, going straight to his bag to find clean clothes too. "Can I borrow one of your hoodies?" I ask as I pick out clean underwear. "Well, doesn't the lake camp have similar heat to California which has the heat of a hundred hells?" He asks me sarcastically, making me scoff. "Fine, I'll ask Calum for one." I reply, slipping out of my bikini. Ashton throws me one of his hoodies, mumbling under his breath. "My girlfriend wearing other men's clothes..." He says dismissively, bringing a smile to my face before we walk out of the tent, already dressed in clean clothes.

I walk out of the tent and join the guys after a minute, looking for a chair to sit on. "I thought we brought enough chairs for everyone." I exclaim and Calum chuckles. "We did. Luke's fat ass broke one of them the minute he sat down on it." Calum states, causing us all to giggle. "Don't tease my thicc boy. It's alright, I'll sit on Ash's lap..." I wink at Ashton who pats his thigh for me. I make myself comfortable there, making sure I am nestled up to him in a way that my left hand, which is not visible to the others by the way I sit, can stroke over his cock. "You think you are funny, huh? Well, I guess your purple ass will highlight your white bikini tomorrow..." He nuzzles his nose against my neck before he bites on my earlobe. "No funny business while we eat." Michael groans from across the little table, making me turn to look at him with a bright smile. "We would never do something like that in front of everyone." I comment and Michael hums sarcastically. "Yeah, and pigs do fly." He replies, cocking an eyebrow at me.

Everyone has withdrawn to their tents by the time the clock hits 1 am. However, Ashton and I have stayed where we were, enjoying the night chill and the view of all the stars above us. "I think we need to go to bed." He interrupts the silence by whispering. "Don't you mean sleeping bag?" I ask and he sighs. "Are you going to be a Nagging Nancy for the duration of the trip?" He asks me, stroking my cheek as I get up and pick up the portable lamb from the table. "Only when I have to go to sleep on what is basically soil." I reply, crossing my arms. "Come on, love. It will be fun. You'll appreciate our mattress even more once we are back." He puts his hand in the back pocket of my jean shorts as we walk to our tent. "Pity words..." I spit out dramatically, earning a soft chuckle from him.

I take off Ashton's hoodie and my shorts before I slip in my pajamas. Ashton is just in his basketball shorts, leaving his upper body exposed. He looks so warm and cuddly, I just want to bury my face on his chest. "Come here, baby... Let me get you warm..." Ashton whispers at me. "How did you know I was thinking about that?" I ask and he shrugs his shoulders playfully. "You were giving me the eyes." He replies as I rest my head on his chest. "What eyes?" I ask, pecking on his chest. "The cuddly eyes." "I didn't know I had those..." I mumble and he hums in approval. "You have all kinds of eyes, actually." He states and I coax questioningly. "You have the 'I wanna suck your dick' eyes, the 'I need you to pound me' eyes, the 'Get me out of here' eyes. All kinds of eyes..." He explains while I let my hand travel down from his chest to his stomach. "Mmm, interesting... I didn't know I had those..." I kiss his neck softly, moving a little until I am straddling him. His eyes go a little wide, while I move my hands to play with the strings of his shorts. "Oh, come on... You've been teasing me ruthlessly the whole damn day... Give me a damn break." He protests as I line my core up with his cock. I pout at him as I wiggle my hips, causing an involuntary moan to slip past his lips. "Poor boy... I bet this feels horrible..." I coo at him, but I bet he can see the sparkle in my eye as I lower my hands to the hem of my top and raise it over my head. "I still... have the... upper... upper hand..." He stutters as I press my core more on his cock, feeling it bulge against my sex. "Oh, I bet you do." I bring my hand to cup my breast, knowing that this will drive him crazy. "(Y/N), this is pure torture." He groans, his face tensing up. I just grind on him, feeling him getting harder each passing second, while I pinch and pull on my nipple, getting my core soapy with wetness. "Fuck this." He mumbles, gripping on my hips and flipping me on my back.

His hands wrap around my wrists, pinning me down. I feel myself pulsing around nothing as I look at him, all roughed up and getting darker. "Not so funny now, is it?" He asks as he watches me looking at him all flustered and surprised. "Look at those little nips... All pointy and rough for me..." He groans, letting go of my hand before he uses his to cup my breast and bring his mouth to my nipple. "Ash..." I wail, my eyes rolling back as his tongue flattens against my peaking bud. "Hush, baby. We don't want everyone hearing you moan and beg for my cock now, do we?" He sneers at me, pinching the very tip of my nipple between his fore and middle finger. His lips go back to wrap around my tit, sucking on it harshly. My stomach drops as he grazes his teeth over and over again, making it impossible for me to stay still, stay quiet. And it gets even worse the moment his hand slips inside my underwear. His fingers trace over my outer lips, smirking against my skin as he feels goosebumps appear on my flesh. "Look how fucking wet you are..." He says proudly, rubbing his fingers over my clit. "I'm gonna mark you up, fill you up, fuck you up... You are fucking mine." He growls, seconds before he bites on my neck harshly.

Involuntarily, I let out a scream, arching my back and closing my eyes. He brings his fingers out of my underwear, gripping on my jaw to force me to look at him as he shoves them in my mouth. "Taste how fucking much you fucking need me." He orders as I move my tongue against his digits. "Fuck me... Fuck me, please." I plead as he pulls them out of my mouth. He has a devilish smirk, the one that makes the fine lines around his eyes make an appearance in his skin. "Well, not so funny now, huh? Teasing and edging." He chuckles, pulling my bottoms down to free my sex before he pulls his cock out of his boxers. I feel my sex pulse with excitement, all I want is to give in to the urge, and just pin him down, slip his dick inside me. "I am so sorry... I promise to never tease you again... Please, daddy." I cry out; but before I could finish my sentence, he rams his cock inside me, making my body jolt and slide on the air mattress. "Yeah, you are not very convincing, baby." He hisses, grabbing my wrists and crossing them in front of my stomach. "If they move an inch, I am pulling out." He threatens me as he spreads my legs more and pushes them until my thighs practically touch my chest. I nod my head, biting my lip to contain the little scream that threatens to slip out.

My feet go up to his shoulders as he deepens his strokes, grazing every nerve on the way in. My eyes roll back to my head in bliss, my core clenching around him. "You feel... so good around me... around my cock, baby." He heaves, pounding in me forcefully, but his strokes become slower, inconstant. I grumble in frustration; I want nothing more than to buck my hips up and help set a pace. But I know the moment I do, he is going to get even more vindictive, he is going to get slower, more torturing. "That little pussy... That little pussy fits around me like a glove. You were made for me, baby... You were made for me." He slurs through hitched breaths. "Please, Ashton... I need more..." I finally let out, my voice breaking at the end. Ashton nearly growls like an animal before he bucks forward with all he's got, and then start pacing himself. I want to touch him, grip onto him, hold onto his arms for dear life. The possibility of Ashton staying true to his word and pulling out if I dare move, is what freezes me in place.

I gasp as he hits right on the spot, my nails digging in my palms to stop myself from screaming and waking everyone up. "Am I hurting you?" Ashton asks, taking a moment to stop and check on me. "No... Don't stop doing whatever you're doing. It feels so good having you inside me..." I whimper, turning my head to the side. Ashton lets my legs slip from his shoulders so I wrap them around his waist as his hands move to grip on my chin. "I wanna cum." I state the moment Ashton presses his forehead against mine. "I know, baby. You have been a quivering mess ever since I pushed inside you." He replies, planting a kiss on my forehead. He brings his hand to take mine in, intertwining our fingers and running his thumb over my knuckles. "Cum, pretty girl... Cum around me." He softens up, keeping his thrusts as they were though.

He gives me a few more strong thrusts, enough to send me into overdrive. I throw my head back, causing his lips to land on my neck. "Cum... Cum... Cum..." He whispers against my skin, pressing kisses in between the words. "Ash..." I choke, my eyes fluttering as I ride through my high. Ashton twitches inside me, staying still and letting me feel every inch of him. "I fucking love it when you do that." He moans, gently grazing his teeth over my skin. "Cum inside me, daddy." I plead, bringing my gaze to meet his. He just sighs, licking his lips before he starts thrusting in me again, every thrust bringing a high-pitched whimper out of me. "Want me to fill you up?" He asks, his breath coming out harsh and short. "Please..." I rasp and he nods, pressing his thumb on my bottom lip. "I love how pretty your face looks as I fuck you. I could do this all day." He moans, slamming his hips on mine, going stiff as he cums inside me.

It is such a weird sensation, the warmth that comes with it, and the feeling of being one with him for a few moments, combined into the excitement that courses through my body. He stays inside me until he goes soft, pulling out as he catches his breath. "I am taking you hiking around the woods tomorrow." He announces as he rolls over next to me, joining me in staring at the roof of the tent. "Oh yeah? Are the others joining us?" I ask and he chuckles. "Only if you want them to see us fucking behind the trees..." He replies, bringing his hand to play with my hair. "Ash..." I protest but picturing the scenery and Ashton pounding onto me makes me eager, excited for our upcoming walk. "I know, I know. No sex while camping... But we are not really good at following rules, are we?" He asks, getting up and going to the bags with our stuff, only to walk back with a packet of wet napkins.

"Morning guys." I chirp as Ashton and I walk to the table where the rest of the gang is already sitting. Sierra looks at me with a smirk and cocked eyebrow, earning a weirded-out look from me. "Oh, (Y/N), did you fight a bear last night?" Michael asks me, causing Ashton to chuckle. "I didn't... What?" I ask, still confused. "Your neck and chest are all shades of fucked up. And if we judge by the sounds you two were making last night, those are not the only parts that got fucked." Calum replies and I gasp, eyes going wide as I turn around and bury my face in Ashton's clad chest. His hand lowers to my back, stroking it softly as I squeal in embarrassment. "They are just jealous, baby, cause we were the only ones making noise last night..." Ashton replies cockily. "I have to admit, I didn't think (Y/N) was actually into so many things...Nasty." Sierra comments and I feel my cheeks heating up. "It's always the ones you least expect." Calum adds, causing me to raise my hand and flip him off. "As I said, they are green with envy. Now, everybody shut up, we need food." Ashton pecks the top of my head as I punch his shoulder for the comment.

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31. Part 3

Switching the monitor on “I saw the family, gave Monica a hug. One of the biggest hugs, she said that her daughter is an Angel, she did something she could never do. She was singing praises at the store, it was cute. They all want to see the baby Robby” I chuckled “you know what, Chris and I with Fenty will come and see Barbados, and I don’t mind the family seeing her. And when I say family I mean my hometown; I know everyone is waiting to see her. You want to quickly switch to FaceTime and I can show you her, she is asleep” Mel cackled “all you bitches do is sleep, Chris was causing hell and you was both asleep” I hate Mel is laughing but it’s not funny “listen yeah, I’m going to get back to my usual self. I just need to rest my body; you try and give birth to a seven pound baby bitch!” I spat, answering the FaceTime “woo! We see she face, look at my sister. You still got the double chin girl” I gasped “say what!? Chris called me a kangaroo, I’ve been lazy sis not going to lie” angling the camera better “see, I can work it. I don’t know what to show, my chin or my forehead. I hate you; does it look like I gained weight?” Mel is annoying “she put weight on, won’t lie to you baby. But it’s baby weight, show me my baby now bitch. We sick of seeing you” rolling my eyes flicking the camera over “Fenty is asleep while her parents scream at each other” Mel cooed out “she is so beautiful!! Robyn she a little miss thing, she looks fed up. That bald up fist is telling me words!” I laughed at Mel, she is so stupid “it’s ok, auntie baby. I got you. I’m coming for you child!!” She is so loud for no reason “shut up, anyways I am going to have it out with Chris” walking off “keep me on the phone, for entertainment reasons” disconnecting the FaceTime, I think the fuck not.

With the monitor in hand, I figured I would go to the garage. Chris did mention it so I guess I go there first, I hope he is there. My intention is not what he thinks, he has to believe that. I am calm about this because I’m beyond the point of shouting about this, I see Drake has nothing to me so there is that. The elevator pinged and so did my phone, looking down at the message. It’s Drake, unlocking my phone and reading the message ‘You wanted this, here it is’ he added a link to sound cloud, he did it. That man is beyond in love with me and I honestly can’t cope with it, I did use him for that and yet again I am, but I do not care for him. Seeing Chris in the office from the glass door, he is huffing and puffing, like where the fuck did he get these boxes of shit from. I need to really get my ass in gear, I just don’t want Chris angry at me I didn’t mean to upset him when I was trying to help him because I know he is not lying about that shit, it did happen. I don’t even want to interrupt him, but he is scowling so much, let me suck it up and try and get Chris to see my side of what happened, I hope he can anyways because I didn’t mean it. Watching Chris from afar, watching him get annoyed at himself for no reason as he tried to make the spray can work and then accidentally sprayed the glass window, he doesn’t make things easy because what if I were to move. Mine and Chris’ eyes both met but he wasn’t angry, his face softened which made me feel a little better.

Pulling open the glass door “can we talk? Or do you not feel like it and you want more time alone?” I asked, I ask because I don’t want to just barge in and he’s not ready to talk “I hurt my hand” he said while looking down at his hand “you didn’t” I said walking into the office space “not on purpose, when I was going down the stairs my hand caught the side” he is such a liar “is there a hole in the wall in this house” lightly holding his hand, he punched the wall “it’s nothing, I mean it happened. I’m calm now” looking up at Chris “clearly, where did you do this though?” It’s a little sore but you can tell he punched the wall once “bathroom, it’s marble. I ain’t make no hole” frowning at him “that makes it better, your temper is bad Chris but we need to talk, if we can go out of this place and sit upstairs” Chris nodded his head, clearly that punch to the wall has calmed him but it’s still stupid “my hand really hurts though, like look at it” placing the baby monitor on the table before holding his hand in mine and then resting my free hand a top of his “does that hurt?” I asked, “feels sore” bringing his hand up to me and pressing a kiss to the back of his hand before placing it just on my cheek “I mean this could totally make it worse, do you feel like you broke it?” Chris shook his head “it’s ok, just sore” nodding my head “you make me sad Chris, come. Let’s go upstairs” I said to him, I think we need a good talk “I just want to sleep, can I go to sleep?” nodding my head “of course you can, do you want me to wake you before New Year?” he nodded his head “I just want a nap” he has hurt his hand and is now tired “nap on the couch, put something frozen on your knuckles. Does that sound good?” maybe the nap may be good for him.

I feel so out of my depth with this and I thought I would get some advice; sad part is I can’t ask his family. I can’t even ask someone that knows him because nobody does know him or know his moods, so this is new to me, this is new to them I guess even though they have spent all that time with him. It does kill me to think he has nobody that knows him, I can’t ring his mom and say what is his mood like, what do I do because the bitch doesn’t even know so I am ringing this UK help, I need some insight on what to do because I mean now he is like just calm as hell, I am going to try and hide my accent but you never know “uh hi” I feel all nervous now, I mean I hope they don’t want details “yeah so I am Noelle, and my partner has Bipolar and just recently we have moved in so like I don’t actually know what his moods are like. He has ADHD also with that. I found this number and it’s luckily twenty four hours but I just need help understanding him, like I don’t get it” if he starts asking for names and stuff I am going to have to stop this call “that is fine, we are here for all advice and help in this matter. I am Michael, have you both just recently got married then?” he asked “yeah, and moved in. Like I know he had this illness, I wasn’t blind with it but it’s understanding it” this guy has a nice Scottish accent “does he take medication at all? He does take it” pulling a face “uh yes, we recently just had a baby. Like she is a week old, he was so good during then, no issues at all but like I would say two days ago he just fell off” I need help with this because, how do I even deal with it or do I just leave him alone.

“So It’s tough to go through the mood swings of bipolar disorder. It is very complexed to even explain but depression plays a big factor in this because the person with this mental health struggle themselves to understand why the change, they can make it hard to do the things you want and need them to do. During manic periods, they may be reckless and volatile. The best way to avoid mood swings is to get treatment which he has done but you may not be able to totally prevent bouts of mania or depression. Even people who always take their medication and take care of their health can still have mood swings from time to time. That's why it's important to catch changes in their mood, energy levels, and sleeping patterns before they turn into something serious. Mood episodes in bipolar disorder often happen suddenly, for no particular reason. You said everything was and is fine but sometimes, you may notice that there are specific things that can trigger mania or depression, such as getting too little sleep, changes to their daily routine. Many people find they're more likely to become depressed or manic during stressful times at work or during holidays. Some people see seasonal patterns to their mood changes” this is a lot “wow” is all I said “it’s very complexed” he is not wrong “it’s daunting for you and you shouldn’t be hard on yourself for feeling like that, if you need further help I can assist if you feel threatened?” shaking my head “no, he said he is having nap” well that is what he said anyways “is he sleeping well at night? It’s important for them to sleep, clear thoughts, clear mind?” he said, “he hasn’t been sleeping, for the days he’s been like that at all, why is it important for sleep?” I questioned “the less they sleep they are going through a mood change, usually mania. The more they sleep, it’s more depression phase. They need to have stability in their sleep, get the hours because their mind is working overtime, it’s hard for them to be ok in a room full of people that don’t think like them. But they do battle themselves more then you would know” that really made me sad.

I sighed out heavily “how can I help? Like in general anyways, I want to learn about it? We just moved here too” I thought I would add that “Caring for someone with bipolar disorder can be extremely hard, whether you’re a partner, parent, child, or friend of someone who has this condition. It’s stressful for everyone it touches. It’s tough to strike a balance. You want to be supportive and empathetic because you know the person with bipolar disorder isn’t to blame for their illness. But their behaviour may affect you, and you have to take care of yourself and your needs, not just theirs” flicking the tear that fell, this makes me emotional “so I can give you some tips which you are doing now which is learn. The more you know, the better. Listen. Pay attention to what your loved one has to say. Don't assume that you know what they are going through. Don’t dismiss all of their emotions and feelings as signs of their illness. Someone with bipolar disorder may still have valid points. Encourage them to stick with treatment. Your love one needs to take their bipolar medication and get regular check-ups or counselling. Notice their symptoms. They may not be able to see it as clearly as you do when their bipolar symptoms are active. Or they may deny it. When you see the warning signs of mania or depression, you can try to make sure they get help. Do things together. People who are depressed often pull away from others. So encourage your loved one to get out and do things they enjoy. Ask him to join you for a walk or a dinner out. If he says no, let it go. Ask again a few days later.”

“Express your own concerns. Since your loved one's behaviour can have a huge effect on you, it’s OK to discuss. Don’t blame the other person or list all of their mistakes. Instead, focus on how his actions make you feel and how they affect you. The most important thing is to take care of yourself. As intense as your loved one’s needs may be, you count, too. It’s important for you to stay healthy emotionally and physically Noelle” I am trying to take all this in but I can kind of understand “what’s up?” I jumped at Chris’ voice, turning around “thank you for that, I have got what I wanted” disconnecting the call “did you have a nap?” he shook his head, staring at Chris in sadness I just feel sad and it’s not that I hate what I have got myself into but this, what he has. It’s so horrible, and the fact I couldn’t call on his loved ones to help, I am so angry. I am angry at his mother, his father. They have failed him and me, I am having to do this now at his age because nobody cared, I am cleaning her mess “before it’s a New Year, can we talk baby?” he seems ever so calm now “I’m sorry” nodding my head smiling “we can talk, come” grabbing his hand as I walked with him, I don’t know why but a sob left my lips, my heart is crying “why are you crying?” Chris asked “just happy tears” I lied, I don’t want to go into it.

[doyouever-daydream]

Birthday wishes

A/N Hello lovely humans! The Alvez family, Luke, Penelope, Luna, Roxy and Sergio, are back! Honestly I have a bunch of little cousins and have worked with many children so much of my inspiration comes from witnessing their imagination, so I think there’ll be a Luna series with oneshots/drabbles about this little girl’s adventures with her parents, that being said I’m sure someday I’ll come up with an idea for when Luna was a baby or something so the timeline will be crazy. Enjoy! (Also I finished writing/queuing this at almost 3am so probably more typos than usual)

Pairing: Penelope Garcia x Luke Alvez

Wordcount: 1706 (And I thought this was gonna be a drabble)

Masterlist

It was Saturday and in an unexpected turn of events, Penelope had been called to work but only for a couple hours, in the meantime Luke stayed home with Luna and they both attempted to bathe Roxy, the result of that was all three of them wet as Roxy escaped from them and ran around the house, Sergio looked at them from a safe distance not wanting to get involved in the mess, Luke was convinced their cat was judging him.

After they finally succeeded in bathing Roxy, Luke made lunch for all of them and Penelope arrived to see her family sitting in the living room eating sandwiches and drinking lemonade they had made using their own lemons from the tree in their backyard.

“Mommy, you’re home!” Luna quickly ran to her mom and she received her with open arms.

“I am, baby, how was your morning? Did you guys have a good time?” Penelope lifted Luna in her arms and kissed her cheek.

“It was great, we bathed Roxy and we played in the garden” She replied with a big smile on her face as Penelope walked to couch and sat in it, sitting Luna in her lap.

“I’m happy to hear that, now finish your lunch, Lu” Luke offered her a glass of lemonade, she had texted earlier letting him know that she had lunch during her work meeting.

“Hello babe, how was work? Was there a problem?” Luke questioned slightly worried as to why she was called on a Saturday.

Penelope shook her head “It was just an impromptu meeting we needed to have with one of the big bosses because he was in town, they reassured us it was a one time occasion and I hope they’re not lying” She sipped on her lemonade “Wow, you guys, the lemonade is delicious”

“There’s more in the fridge if you want, mommy” Luna offered as she hurried to eat her lunch. 

“Slow down there, Luna” Luke asked her and though the little girl slowed down, she still seemed anxious to finish her sandwich.

“What’s got you in a hurry, miss?” Penelope asked as she stole a frie from Luke’s plate.

“I want to tell you something” Penelope looked at her husband with narrowed eyes to what he shrugged his shoulders, not knowing what their daughter was talking about.

“I’m done! Can I show you now?” She pleaded with big eyes.

“Go and brush your teeth and then you can show us” Luna nodded and hopped through the hallway with Roxy following closely behind, the two were inseparable since Luna had been born.

Penelope turned to see Luke with wide eyes and a smirk “What do you think it’s going on that little mind of hers?”

“I don’t know but I’m scared” He finally leaned closer to her and pecked her lips.

She sighed “I just hope she hasn’t changed her mind about her birthday party, after begging us to throw a Roxy themed party I would hate to not use all the stuff we already got”

“You insisted on printing a million stickers with Roxy’s face” Luke joked and threw his arm around her.

“I can’t believe she’s turning five already! I’m so emotional” Penelope confessed to him and he kissed her temple.

Luke sighed “I know, I can’t believe how big she is” As if on cue Luna and Roxy came back and to both, she looked five feet tall.

“I talked to my friend Kelly and she told me about the Birthday fairy” Both of her parents looked confused but not that shocked, sometimes Luna and her friends came up with the funniest ideas.

“What did she say about the Birthday fairy?” Penelope signaled her to come closer to them and then they noticed Luna was holding something, Luke placed his almost five year old on his lap.

“That you can ask for a birthday wish, it’s like Santa” Luke was starting to get nervous as to what she was gonna ask, mostly because he knew he would do everything and anything to get it for her.

“Oh, and what’s that you got here?” He asked Luna and she showed a piece of paper folded in half.

“I made a letter like I do for Santa” She opened it and gave it to him, there were random letters, a drawing and her name because she had learned to write it recently. 

Penelope tried to guess what her daughter asked for but failed to decipher her letter “Can you read it for us, baby?”

“Dear Birthday fairy, I hope you are doing okay, I’m turning five next month” She looked hesitantly to her parents as if asking if she had that part correct.

“Go on, princess” Luke winked and Penelope took another sip of her lemonade and listened to her daughter.

“And I would like a baby brother” Her mom almost choked on her drink and her dad’s eyes shot open but laughed soundly “Mommy, are you ok?”

“Yes, Lu, I’m fine” Before her parents knew what to say she continued “reading”

“I love all my cousins so much but I really like to play with Michael but he’s not my brother, he is Henry’s little brother and I want one too so I can play all the time with him, thank you very much, Luna Grace Alvez” She finished and Luke had a huge grin on his face while Penelope looked terrified.

Luke decided to have the conversation seeing his wife was still figuring out what to say “Lune, sweetheart, baby brothers take more than a month to arrive” Luna scrunched her nose and looked exactly like her mom whenever she did that.

“It’s ok, I can wait two months, you can help me mark down the days like we do for my birthday and Christmas” When she finished, she yawned as she was used to take an afternoon nap and that’s when Penelope saw her way out of the subject.

“Baby, it’s time to take a nap, come on” Luna didn’t fight her mom and quickly linked her arms around her daddy’s neck so he could carry her to her bedroom.

A good twenty minutes later Luke returned to find Penelope sitting in the same exact spot with the same worried look on her face.

“I really wasn’t expecting that” She confessed as she removed her glasses and leaned her head on the couch.

“I was surprised for a second but kind of saw it coming” Penelope glared at him with suspicion in her eyes.

“Did you put her up to this, Alvez?” He laughed and shook his head.

“No, I mean I didn’t expect it today but all of her cousins have siblings, I thought the idea would appear in her head sooner or later” She massaged her temples “Wow, is it that bad to have my children?” Once again Penelope glared at him and he swore she would throw him something “I’m kidding, I’m honestly kidding, what do you think?”

“I don’t know, I always pictured her as an only child, us as a party of five, dad, mom, daughter of our dreams, dog child, cat child” She extended her hand so Luke would sit beside her.

“Ok, then we’ll talk to her about it, we’ll find a way” As ever Luke was supportive of her and Penelope felt both thankful but also uncertain, he had a say in the decisions of their family as well.

“What do you want?” She looked at him and saw a hint of worry in his eyes “Come on, babe, be honest”

“Well I wouldn’t mind becoming a party of six but I wouldn’t even think about it if it’s something you don’t truly want” He shot her a smile, Penelope placed a hand on his cheek and he leaned into her touch “I mean it, Pen”

Penelope sighed “The truth is I’m scared, I’m just getting the hang of being a mom of one, and she’s almost five” Her eyebrows were raised and her eyes were wide open.

“Babe, it’s about learning, I don’t know how to be a dad of two either, I mean, remember how much we called JJ, Matt and Derek because we had no idea of what we were doing? And now, look at us, she’s turning into a wonderful tiny human who cares for people and animals and insects and plants, you should’ve seen her talking to the lemon tree about how we were taking the lemons so he could grow more” Luke recalled the moment and held Penelope’s hand, and Penelope thought that her daughter would make an amazing big sister.

“She cares for non living objects as well, the other day you were in Phoenix, she accidently stepped on one of my pens and cried because she had broke it” Luna’s ability to care for others was always something that amazed everyone who knew her and it made both of them really proud.

“So are you gonna think about it?” Luke asked wishing she’d say yes.

“I don’t think I have to think about it” She saw his face fell and explained herself “I mean, you’re right, I remember how scared I felt when our sweet Luna was born, and I still get scared, I mean she keeps growing up and the next thing we know we’ll be parents to a teenager and as sweet as she can be, she’s also stubborn and determined, just imagine…” Luke cut her off as he looked pale now.

“Please, don’t go there, she’s my sweet little girl who asks permission to pick flowers not to go on dates or parties and I’d like to think that’s the way it will always be” She smiled seeing him so reluctant about thinking what the future would look like in another ten years.

“Ok but if I agree can we already start talking about names? I love talking about baby names” She wondered with excitement on her voice.

“I’d rather go straight into baby making” He suggested as he eyed her in a very suggestive way.

“Hmmm, you always have the best ideas, after all Luna’s nap just started” She smiled and let him lead both of them to their bedroom.

[the--blackdahlia]

The General’s Daughter Chapter 5

Title: The General’s Daughter Chapter 5

Summary:  Stevie Holstead was enjoying her time at a hospital in Seoul. She was there with friends, even with the ever-watching eyes of her father watching her. That was until Margaret Houlihan decided she needed help with the nurses. Now Stevie is heading to the 4077th, and a whole lot of adventure that she never thought she would see in her lifetime.

Series Warnings: Language, violence, war themes, later attempted non-con, sexual themes, later sexual scene, crude humor, and more that might come to mind later on.

AN: Thank you to @piratewithvigor​​ and @jaxl-road​​ for putting up with my never ending ideas, no matter how stupid they are. Anyway, here’s a new chapter. And there is a song linked later on. :)

Taglist: @traceyaudette​

Two months later

The first thing Hawkeye thought when he woke up was "why does my head hurt?". He groaned as he pulled himself from his turned over Jeep. He had been coming back from an aid station, filling in for a few brief hours to perform a surgery that needed to be done before the soldier could be transported to an evac hospital or a MASH unit. He had swerved to miss some kids who were playing in the road, because the road was safer than playing in the field by their house.

He had left Stevie behind at the 4077th, to “keep Trapper and BJ in line” before he had rushed out. He took his role as chief surgeon seriously when there were actual lives on the line, and when he knew it would piss Frank off to no end. He didn’t want an award for going to the aid station, like Frank would’ve. And now, here he was, laying on the side of a road, his jeep overturned, his head throbbing and he couldn’t get his thoughts together.

And suddenly, the kids that he had tried to avoid were dragging him into a hut to their parents. He was dizzy, he was tired, and he really just wanted to get back home. But, instead, Hawkeye just went with it, letting them lead him into the hut. He was too tired to fight.

****

“Where is he?” Stevie asked as she paced Radar’s office, looking up at the clock above the door. BJ and Trapper were sitting on Radar’s bed, watching her pace, while the clerk worked on the phones. She hadn’t been too fond of Hawkeye going to the aid station alone. She had tried to convince Henry that they needed a scrub nurse too, but he just wouldn’t send her. And now he was almost two hours past the time he was supposed to be back, and no one had heard from him.

“Stevie, sit down or something,” Trapper told her. “You’re making me seasick just watching you. Just relax.”

“How can I relax?” Stevie asked, turning to stare at the two surgeons. “We’re in the middle of a war, and Hawkeye’s missing!”

“He’s just fine Stevie. It’s Hawkeye. He’s always fine.” BJ told her, hoping to try to calm her down some. When he saw she wasn’t going to sit down, he stood up and wrapped his arms around her for a tight hug. He glanced over at Trapper when he heard her crying against his chest. Neither of them had seen Stevie cry before. They knew this was serious.

“What if he’s not?” Stevie whispered.

“He is. He’s got to be,” BJ told her, holding her close.

****

Hawkeye, through his scrambled mind and double vision, had managed to write out a note the best he could and gave it to one of the kids to deliver to the MASH unit in Uijeongbu. He had had faith, until the father questioned his pronunciation and suddenly, Hawkeye wasn’t sure if he had said the right place or not. He was in this hut, not sure where he was, with a family that looked at him like he was crazy and couldn’t understand a word of what he was saying. He would’ve given anything to have Stevie with him right then. He had heard her speak a little Korean before. He was sure that she would know what to say to this family. But, instead, he had done everything from singing and dancing to poetry in hopes of keeping himself awake and offering them some entertainment. He ran his fingers through his hair, like he always did when he was nervous, and they came away red.

“You know, I gotta get home,” Hawkeye told them as he walked around, rambling. “There’s a girl back there at camp. She’s got eyes that rival the bluest sky. And golden hair that almost glows when the sun hits it just right. She’s the sweetest girl I’ve ever met. Always willing to help, not hurt. And I really like her.” He knew that his rambles sounded like gibberish to them. They were just trying to go about their daily lives with this raving madman in their living room. In fact, they were probably wondering why they had let their kids bring him in in the first place. “Actually, somedays I think I more than like her, you know?”

He watched for their reactions, but nothing really changed. Hawkeye sighed and went to examine himself in the small mirror on the wall again.

“I make it out of this, I’m going to finally talk to her. I promise.”

****

Stevie was reading over a patient’s chart in post op, hoping to try to distract herself. BJ and Trapper were discussing a patient, while also keeping an eye on Stevie. They were worried about her and Hawkeye.

“Guys! This girl just brought this note to me!” Radar called out as he pushed open the doors to post op and ran in. “It’s from Hawkeye!” Stevie’s eyes snapped up from the chart she was reading as BJ took the note from Radar to read over it.

“He’s only a couple miles from here!” BJ announced, already heading for the door. “Radar, get a jeep and let’s go!”

“I’m going too,” Stevie told him, hanging up the chart and going to follow him. BJ shook his head, making Stevie frown.

“Stay here with Trapper.” BJ told her. She was about to argue, he could tell, but put up a hand to stop her. “Hawkeye would kill me if something happened to you while we went to get him. Just get ready for him, okay?”

“Okay, okay,” Stevie nodded. “Just hurry up.” BJ kissed her cheek before he ran out of post op to the jeep Radar was waiting with. It was time to bring Hawkeye home.

It was only about twenty minutes later, but it felt much longer, when the Jeep finally showed back up at camp. BJ helped Hawkeye out of the jeep and into the hospital to examine him. Stevie gasped at the bruises on his face and the blood dripping down the side. He offered her a small smile of reassurance as BJ sat him on a chair in the lab. Stevie stood in the doorway while BJ looked him over to make sure everything was still functioning. BJ could feel he was being watched though, and once he was sure that Hawkeye wasn’t going to fall over and die, he stepped back.

“I have some things I need to do,” He told them. “Can you bandage him up?” He knew Stevie and Hawkeye needed to talk.

“Yeah,” Stevie nodded, gathering the supplies. BJ left as Stevie started gently fixing Hawkeye up. “You know, if you wanted to get out of Post-Op duty, all you had to do was ask.” Stevie told him. He hissed a little as she cleaned the blood off of him. “Sorry Hawk.”

“It’s ok,” He watched her for a bit. “Hey Stevie?”

“Yeah?” She asked, working on bandaging him.

“You know how when you’re about to die and your life flashes before your eyes?” Hawkeye asked, watching her.

“You’re not dying Hawkeye,” Stevie put the last bandage on his head and went to clean up everything.

“Out there, I thought I was,” Hawkeye explained. “And the whole time, I wasn’t thinking of my dad, or Maine, or anything else. I was thinking of you.” Stevie froze and slowly turned to look at Hawkeye. “All I could think of was your beautiful smile, or your gorgeous eyes, or the way you hold yourself in surgery.”

“Hawk, you don’t mean that...” Stevie told him.

“I do,” He gently took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I think I’ve liked you since the day you stepped foot in this cesspool. But I knew for sure I liked you when you fell asleep on me during King Kong.”

“Hawkeye…” Stevie stepped closer to him. He reached up and cupped her cheek, brushing a calloused thumb in circles on her soft skin. “I think I’ve liked you the whole time too.” A smile spread on Hawkeye’s face as he leaned in and kissed her.

BJ walked in with Trapper and Radar right behind him, to check on them, and found the pair in a passionate lip lock. BJ and Trapper looked at each other with a smile while Radar’s eyes were wide.

“Let’s leave them alone,” BJ said. Him and Trapper stepped out, but Radar loitered for a bit before Trapper grabbed him and pulled him out with them.

****

To Stevie’s instance, Hawkeye went back to the Swamp to take a nap. A much needed one after the day's events. He woke up a little confused at first, expecting to see Stevie waiting for him, but instead, he saw Trapper reading a magazine.

“Well, well, well, the mummy lives,” Trapper closed his magazine and leaned forward. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I was in a Jeep accident,” He groaned. “Where’s Stevie?”

“She’s helping in Post-OP with BJ and Lt. Dunn,” Trapper told him. “We took turns making sure you were okay though. And she’d still be here if Margaret and Frank didn’t force her to leave.”

“Remind me to send them a fruit basket of pear grenades,” Hawkeye sighed.

“So, wanna talk about what we all saw earlier?” Trapper asked. Hawkeye looked over at him.

“What did you see?” He asked. Trapper smiled.

“You two finally did what we’ve been trying to get you two to do for at least a month now,” Trapper couldn’t shake the smile on his face. Hawkeye returned the smile.

"Yeah, we finally did," Hawkeye nodded.

****

Over the next few months, Stevie and Hawkeye were always together. Margaret made sure Stevie was always assigned to another doctor when it came time to operate, but even when they were on separate ends of the OR, Hawkeye still managed to flirt with her. It was obnoxious and annoying, but honestly, it warmed so many hearts to see them so happy.

One rare, quiet day found the pair lounging in Stevie’s tent. She was smiling as she read a letter from Michael, talking about how much he loved Japan and even including a photo booth image of him and Izzy.

"What are you giggling about?" Hawkeye smiled up at her from where he was laying with his head in her lap.

"I got a letter from Michael," she told him. "Him and Izzy love Japan. They're even talking about staying once their military career is over." She held up the picture so Hawkeye could see.

"Ah, so this is the famous Izzy," He took the photo to examine it. "He's so short."

"What does that make me?" Stevie asked, pouting a little.

"Fun size," Hawkeye laughed. Stevie shook her head, but leaned down and kissed him before settling back.

"Well Mr. Funny Man, what are you reading?"

"Letter from my dad," Hawkeye told her proudly. "He says hi and he can't wait to meet you."

“Wait, you’ve told your dad about me?” Stevie asked.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” Hawkeye asked. Stevie was quiet and Hawkeye turned his head to look up at her. “Sweetie, are you okay?”

“I...don’t be mad,” She told him. “But I haven’t quite told my dad yet.” Hawkeye could tell that she was upset, so he sat up and cupped her face.

“It’s okay Stevie,” He told her. “You told me how your dad acted when he thought you were dating Michael. I don’t blame you for being nervous about it.”

“I’m sorry, I just know that he’ll throw a fit,” Stevie sighed. Hawkeye was about to lean in to kiss her when there was a knock on the door. Hawkeye rested his forehead against hers.

"Im gonna kill him," he whispered.

"What is it Radar?" Stevie asked, pulling away from Hawkeye to look at the door. She just knew it was Radar, and Hawkeye sometimes wondered if they were related and shared the same almost psychic abilities.

"Uh sirs, I mean sir and ma'am, I mean…" Radar was flustered and it made Stevie smile. "Colonel Blake wanted me to let you know that we have a visitor coming in. A general Samuel Holstead."

And there went Stevie’s smile.

"When Radar?" Hawkeye asked, seeing the blank stare on Stevie’s face.

"When what?"

"When is he supposed to be here?"

"Oh uh a few hours I guess. He didn't really say."

"Okay thank you," Hawkeye turned his attention to Stevie as Radar walked away from the door. "Hey, it's ok."

"He's going to try to get me to go back to Seoul," She told Hawkeye. "I just know it. He’s going to pull some damn strings of his and make me go back."

"Come on, let's go grab some food. You'll be so worried about what's on the plate you'll forget about that for a bit." He smiled and took her hand, leading her towards the mess tent.

"Hawkeye, I'm too nervous to eat," Stevie told him. He turned towards her and tilted her head up to look at him.

"It's all going to be okay," he told her, leaning down to place a kiss on her lips.

And that's when a Jeep sounded it's horn behind them. Stevie slowly turned around to look. And her fears were shown when none other than General Samuel Holstead was sitting in the Jeep with a Corporal Stevie knew as Gilby.

"Uh, general dad sir, I mean general Holstead," Stevie saluted him, and Hawkeye just waved.

"Captain, who is this?" Samuel asked, staring at the two behind his dark sunglasses.

"This is Captain Pierce, one of the surgeons." Stevie explained. Samuel directed all his staring to Hawkeye.

"Ah Captain Pierce. I've heard a lot about you. Disobedient, insubordinate…"

"Aw I'm so glad my qualities are being noticed," Hawkeye smirked.

"But you're a damn good doctor from what I’ve heard." Samuel added. He turned his gaze away from Hawkeye back to Stevie. "Captain Holstead?"

"Y-yes sir?"

"We need to talk. Alone."

****

Henry’s office was commandeered by Samuel as he marched into the hospital with Stevie. Henry had been in the middle of tying a new lure when the general came in and Henry had to make himself scarce. He waited in Radar’s office with him, and it just so happened that BJ and Trapper were passing through from post-op duty and decided to loiter around, and Hawkeye was waiting to send a telegraph to no one in particular.

"I agreed to send you away so you'd get over Sgt. McKagan!" Samuel yelled, easily being able to be heard through the doors.

"There was nothing between me and Michael!" Stevie yelled. “He was like a brother to me!”

"And now you're doing god knows what with him!"

"Hawkeye is a great guy dad!" Stevie defended.

"You two are in a war together! You see each other every day! It’s a relationship of convenience! But he’s just like any other GI. Once you get home and go your separate ways, you'll just be a fond memory when he's 50 or 60 that his wife won’t understand. I should know!"

"He's nothing like you!"

"That's your mother speaking right there!"

"I love him dad! And nothing is going to change that!"

Everyone in the office turned to look at Hawkeye, who had a satisfied smile on his face. But it didn't last long when the doors to Henry’s office burst open and Stevie came marching out.

"I'm not done with you!" Samuel yelled. Hawkeye didn't even stop to listen to Samuel's half-hearted apologies to Henry as Stevie ran from the office. He followed after Stevie.

"Stevie!" Hawkeye called out.

"Leave me alone!" Stevie cried. Hawkeye jogged to get in front of her and gently grabbed her arms to stop her.

"Stevie, it's ok," Hawkeye told her. Stevie sniffled.

"How much did you hear?" Stevie asked.

"Enough," Hawkeye told her. "Stevie, I love you too."

"Wait, what?" She looked up at him.

"I love you Stevie. I wanted to tell you, but I didn't want to scare you off, "

"Hawkeye…" she buried herself in his chest, making him smile. "I love you."

"Hey, why don't we go borrow one of Radar's animals and go curl up someplace. I know how much the guinea pigs make you smile."

"That sounds good," Stevie sniffled. Hawkeye and her headed over to Radar's animals and Stevie picked up Babette. "Should we leave a note?"

"Hmm," Hawkeye took the pen he had in his pocket, a piece of newspaper from the ground and wrote "gone to cheer up a friend. Be back before dinner" and tucked it into her cage.

With that, the three headed back to the Swamp, where BJ and Trapper were waiting, ready to cheer her up.

****

"Blake, do you have kids?" Samuel asked as he paced Henry’s office.

"Yeah but not Stevie’s age," Henry told him. Samuel sighed.

"I guess I'm going to be pulling rank," he told him. "I'll just make her go back to Seoul."

"But sir, she's our most competent nurse outside of Major Houlihan! And she's almost as good of a surgeon as ours!"

"I don't care," Samuel told him. Henry was about to argue when Radar opened the door.

"Uh, sir?" Radar spoke up.

"What is it Radar?" Henry asked.

"Choppers," he said before quickly leaving. Not long after was the announcement about wounded arriving.

"Guess you can see how much we need Stevie," Henry told Samuel before rushing out of his office.

[calumhood-imagines]

“My head hurts,” “Go back to sleep.”

anon: “My head hurts.” “Go back to sleep.” can you do 9 and 46 from the drabble list 2 you reblogged? 💞

“Breakfast!” Calum yells from the kitchen, downstairs. I slowly roll over onto the side of the bed, sitting up. I groan at the growing pain in my head, rubbing it. I slowly waddle down the stairs, into the kitchen. “There’s my beautiful penguin.” Cal grins at me, helping me gently sit down on the island chair. “I hate when you call me a penguin.” I frown as he slides my breakfast plate in front of me. “Not my fault you waddle like a penguin.” He wiggles his eyebrows. I continue to rub my big belly, “I’m 8 months pregnant Calum. Not a penguin.” I fight back. “Y’know am just kidding babe. What’s wrong? You’re more irritated than usual..” His eyebrows raise up. “My head hurts.” I slouch my back, laying my head on the cold counter, giving a little relief. “Again?” He worries more ever since we found out I was pregnant. The morning sickness, the back pains, now the throbbing headaches. “This baby just won’t give me a break.” I look down at my swollen belly. 

“Almost there, love. Almost there.” He reassures me, stepping next to me, kissing my temple. “Eat your breakfast then go back to sleep. Yeah?” He rubs my back. “Mmmm,” I mumble, stuffing my sleepy face with eggs and avocado. After finishing my breakfast, he walks me up the stairs, back into bed. “I’ll be back.” He wraps my pregnancy pillow around me, to cuddle on my side. “Can Duke come cuddle with me?” He just laughs as I hear him shuffle down the stairs, going through cabinets. After 10 minutes, he comes back upstairs with some water, ice packs, and Duke as he closes the curtains so it is less bright in the room. He sets Duke on the bed, sits me up a little to drink some water, lays me back down putting the ice packs on my head. Duke starts wandering around my pregnancy pillow, trying to find a spot to lay. Before, when I first got the pillow and barely had a shown belly, he would cuddle between the pillow and me. Now that the belly is here, he never knows where to go. He starts to squeeze between my belly and pillow, but fails. He then crawls onto my belly and curls up into a ball on top of my belly and pillow. Cal sighs, “No Duke, you can’t be there.” He tries to grab him, but I stop him. “Don’t touch baby grandpa.” I throw my arm above Duke. “He can stay.” I start petting him, relaxing me.

Cal laughs, giving in and starts rubbing my shoulders, “I thought you had to go to the studio today.” I ask breathlessly on how good his massage was making me feel. “Yeah, but I told the boys you weren’t feeling well today. So they said just to FaceTime them when I have the chance. They don’t want me to leave you like this.” I turn around to look at him, “I’m okay baby. Really. It’s nothing I can’t handle.” “I know.” He shrugs. “But it’s hard leaving you in so much pain. I want to do everything I can to make it better.” A soft smile on his face. “You’re the best.” I smile to myself. “Go back to sleep.” He strokes my hair, as I dose back to sleep. 

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I woke up looking at the clock, 1:05PM. I take off the now water pack off my forehead and wipe the drippings with my sleeve. I inhale deeply, taking in all in. I hear Calum’s voice, distant. “Yeah, that sounds good. But maybe a little higher on that note.” “Right right.” I hear Michael’s voice, statically. Probably face timing since I was napping. I remove the pregnancy pillow from around me, and slowly roll myself up again. I stand up, holding my back, as I walk into Cal’s music room. I slowly creep through the half open door, and walk behind him without him noticing. “I was thinking, if C major or C minor would sound better for the pre-chorus.” I look at his phone, being held up by books, seeing all 3 boys in the frame. I smile, knowing they can see me behind him, waving at them with my free hand. Their serious faces becomes so soft so fast once they see me, waving back. 

Cal looks up at his phone as they wave, confused. He turns around and his eyes light up at me. “Ahhh, my beautiful girl.” He kisses my belly. He pulls me to sit on his lap, his hand rubbing my belly. “Hi Y/N!” The boys yell getting their faces closer to the phone. “You look absolutely stunning.” Ashton always says the sweetest things since the day I met him. “How are you feeling?” Luke asks, worry in his eyes. “Better.” I pop a small smile. “Calum has been taking great care of me.” I peck his cheek, as he turns red of embarrassment. “Good!” Michael yells. “He better!” As we all laugh. “And your head?” Cal whispers in my ear. “My head still hurts, but it’s a lot better than it was hours ago.” He just nods. “Well,” I push myself off of Cal, “I’ll let you guys finish.” I slightly bend in front of his phone, “Bye boys. Good luck! Love you guys.” “Love you too Y/N!” They wave. I turn on my heals, ready to walk out but Cal grabs my wrist, “Are you okay? You need me? Anything? I don’t have to do this now with them. We have time.” “I’m fine.” I rub the back of his neck. “Finish up with this. I’ll be in the room when you’re done.” I walk out. 

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An hour later he comes in the room with half a sandwich, some cup up fruit and another glass of water. “For some energy.” He sets it on my nightstand. I eat the fruit, one by one. He starts rubbing my swollen feet, making my eyes roll back. “I’m going to miss this.” I blurt. “What?” He laughs. “The headaches? The swollen feet? The waddling?” “The you waiting on me hand and foot. Taking care of me.” “Ahh, cause when you’re not pregnant anymore. YOU’RE going to start making ME eggs and avocado. YOU’RE going to make ME a sandwich and cut fruit for me.” I shake my head laughing. “I ain’t making you no sandwich.” Cal’s mouth opens in fake shock. “Hurtful.” Suddenly, I gasp. Cal immediately gets up, panicking, “IS IT TIME? DID YOUR WATER BREAK? SHOULD I GRAB THE GO BAG? DOES IT HURT? ARE YOU OKAY? OK WAIT! DO YOU WANT PANTS?” He starts pacing not knowing where to go. 

“No baby! The baby is kicking, come here!” He lets out a big sigh of relief, crawling next to me. I grab his hand, putting it on the spot, kick. He smiles big. Kick. “Hey there baby.” He says, his face 1 inch from my belly. He starts rubbing that one spot, kick. He squeals in excitement. “I think they like the sound of your voice, dada.” He melts at the sound of me calling him dada. “Is that right? You like my voice.” I watch him talk to my belly. The baby starts kicking and kicking and kicking. “Beating me up in there, aren’t ya?” I laugh, rubbing the back of Cal’s neck. “They are going to be a soccer player. I can feel it.” He smirks, as I roll my eyes. “Maybe they are doing a punk jump.” His eyes and smile glow brighter, “Is it? Are ya? Going to be just like dada huh?” The giddy in his voice. 

He starts kissing my tummy, making me giggle. “Cal stop. You’re tickling me with that fake beard.” I smirk. “The disrespect.” He says to my belly, laughing. He continues to rub his facial hair on me, making me giggle. “Sing to us.” He lays his cheek on the kicking spot. “No, I am not your walking jukebox.” “You hear that? No sandwiches. No singing.” He smiles up at me. “Your mama just hatin’ on us.” He grins ear to ear.

[theseanceandthekraken]

Our Secret

A little young Hargreeves fic based on an absolutely adorable prompt from @kaytikitty. I switched up the characters a bit but the story is the same.

Summar: Vanya rescues a kitten and brings him home. She tries to keep it a secret, but with Klaus, Five, and Diego around, things don't go as planned.

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Vanya crept through the house as quietly as she could. She didn't know if today she'd be invisible or an open target, and she just couldn't risk it. She checked first for her father, then Grace and Pogo. They must be in a meeting, or they've gone out for the day. Didn't matter. She rushed to her room once the coast was clear. She shut the door, and sat on the side of her bed, hoping that if anyone did walk in, it would block their view. Finally she was safe enough to let it out. It was a cute little thing. It was brown with black stripes covering its tiny body. She found it on her way home and it looked so helpless she couldn't bare to leave it alone.

She held it in her hands, it was so small, even when she held it. She smoothed a gentle hand along its fur. It was still trembling. "It's ok." She whispered. "I'm going to take care of you now. You're safe." She heard footsteps outside her door and prayed they were just passing. Of course she'd never have that kind of luck. "Vanya" She heard Klaus knock. She didn't even move, maybe he'd think she was still out. "Vanya have you seen my slippers I don't know where I left them and Diego and Five are no help." She groaned. There was one just in the corner of her room. "Vanya I know you're there come on I heard you come in. Can I please just check in there. I'll be quick, I just don't want Dad to know I lost them again he's gonna be so mad" She sighed, there was no other option. "Just a second" she called out. She put the kitten back in her bag and got up to open the door. "There's one right there" she pointed. "Oh! Thanks, I must've left it here. Can I look for the other one?" She fidgeted a bit. "Maybe later, Klaus, I'm kinda tired I might take a nap." He raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you take naps?" "Why does it matter? I'm tired" she started to get paranoid and agitated. "Well if Dad sees you just laying around, he'll lose it" "Well he's not here right now" "Come on, it'll just take a minute" "No, Klaus, go away" she started to push him out but they both heard it. The tiniest meow coming from under the bed. "Vanya what was that?" Her eyes widened with shock but only for a moment. "What was what?" He stared at her. "You're hiding something" he said. She shook her head. "I'm not hiding anything, what would I possibly have to hide?" "So let me in" "I told you I'm about to take a nap." "Vanya" his voice was stern now. She didn't really know how to react to a stern Klaus honestly so she gave in pretty easily.

She pulled him inside and quickly shut the door. "Ok I'll tell you but you have to promise not to tell Dad ok?" "Well what is it?" He asked. "Promise!" He held up his hands "Ok ok I won't say anything." She thought about it for a moment, contemplating whether or not she could trust him. But they had already made it this far. "Come here" she took his hand and led him to where she had been sitting before. They sat, legs folded, directly across from each other. "Close your eyes and hold out your hands" she said. He did as he was told and Vanya hesitantly placed the kitten in his hands. Klaus let out an audible gasp "I knew it!" He said. "It's so cute." His voice got soft and Vanya couldn't help but smile as she watched her brother pet the kitten, clearly in just as much awe as her. "But you can't tell the others" she warned. "Tell us what?" She cursed under her breath when she heard Five's voice through the door. "Nothing" she called back. "Yeah, we both know that's not true." He said. "He's gonna tell Dad" Klaus whispered. "Relax, just hide it." They put the kitten back where it had originally been. "Vanya. Klaus. Let me in" he knocked again. "I'm just looking for my slippers." Klaus did his best to cover up. "Bullshit" Five shot back. "I'm coming in." And sure enough he zapped himself in.

He saw Vanya and Klaus hiding behind the bed. "What are you two up to?" He asked. "You know the door was unlocked right?" Klaus said avoiding the question. "I know you're hiding something I heard you. You know I hate secrets." They were still sticking to their story. "I told you, I was looking for my slippers. If Dad finds out I lost them, he'll actually kill me. So please don't tell him." The three were locked into a stare down. "So why did you say nothing?" Five asked. "Why were you eavesdropping?" Vanya retorted. "I was not eavesdropping you two are just not as good at whispering as you think." The stare down continued. But Klaus was never good under pressure. "Vanya found a cat and now we have to protect it and Dad and Grace and Pogo or anyone can never find out or else we'll have to get rid of it and it'll be all alone and defenseless" he blurted out. "Klaus!" Vanya shot him a death glare. "Really? A cat? All this secrecy for a cat?" Five was not amused. "Correction, a kitten" Klaus said, pulling it back out. Five broke quickly, but he tried to keep up the act. "I guess.. maybe we should do something." He said shuffling his feet. "Wanna hold him?" Vanya asked cautiously. He thought about it for a moment, then held out his hand. Even he couldn't keep from smiling. "I mean at this point, we might as well tell Diego too, he's still here. I'm sure he could help." Five said. Vanya sighed. "Fine. But no one else! Got it?" Klaus and Five both nodded before Five handed the kitten back and ran back to get Diego.

"I've never had to take care of a pet before." Vanya admits. "Well me neither" Klaus says almost as if to make her feel better. It is a quick moment of vulnerability. They couldn't help but feel this sense of responsibility to take care of him. And it scared them. But if the Umbrella Academy could handle the worst criminals, they could surely handle this little guy. At least if they did it together.

Five and Diego came in the room and quickly shut the door behind them. "C-can I see him?" Diego asked. Secretly, he was the biggest softie of them all. He came over and Klaus handed him over. Diego instantly broke out into a smile and his voice got all soft. "Hey there little guy." And they all got up to have a look. Diego set him down on Vanya's bed. "So what are we gonna do with him?" Five asked. "Well maybe he's hungry. We should feed him." Vanya said. "Feed him what though?" Klaus asked. "I think they just drink milk" Five said. "Oh, I'll go get some" Diego volunteered. A softie. But it brought about a special kind of bravery. So his skinny legs crept quietly throughout the house and took a small cup of milk, enough to feed him, but small enough that no one should really notice. He came back in and helped the kitten drink. "We should name him" Vanya suggested. They threw around a few names but nothing seemed to fit. "Michael?" "Henry?" "Frank?" "Peter?" "What about David?" Klaus finally said. They all sized it up. "I like that name" Diego said smiling at him. Vanya and Five agreed. David Hargreeves. A lovely addition to the family.

"You have to promise you won't tell the others ok?" Vanya held her hand out in front of her, signaling the start of a pact. "I promise" Klaus placed a hand over hers. "So do I" Five followed. "Me too" Diego completed it. "It'll be our secret" Vanya beamed, and the rest couldn't help but follow. They knew they wouldn't be able to keep him forever. But they had him for now. They'd do something with him eventually, but decisions just weren't for today, it was just time to enjoy it all. The kitten, the company, and the pact. They played with David for the next few hours until everyone returned. Childish giggles escaped the room, and Vanya's heart had never felt so full.

[cal-puddies]

little toes || calum hood

return of the real smut. cigarette series. let’s hear those thoughts. :)

Cal’s brow furrows as he tries to put a new diaper on Flynn. The nurse lets out a noise of frustration, this was the third diaper change that he had failed. At least he could put her in the car seat just fine.

“I’m sorry princess, I’ll figure it out.” He coos as the nurse gently pushes him away.

The doctor walks in, pushing you in a wheelchair after an exam, just as the nurse hands the newborn to Cal to hold against his bare chest.

“Happy to report, momma is good to go home.” She smiles.

Flynn has been ready since day three but the doctors had been worried about you so they’d kept you both. You’d been a little more lethargic than they’d hoped.

“Alright!” Calum grins. “Finally get to take both of my girls home.”

“Did you figure out the diaper thing yet?” You smirk, getting up from the wheelchair.

“No.” The nurse says matter of factly before turning on her heel and leaving. She likes you, but she’s had enough of Calum.

The doctor leaves you and Cal alone with Flynn, you start to pack the things Cal had brought for you, while Cal holds the baby.

“The guys postponed the rest of tour. Ashton can’t wait to come meet her.” He smiles, kissing the top of her head.

You give him a soft smile. You loved Flynn, and you loved seeing Cal with her, but you felt distanced from her. You couldn’t breastfeed, your body wasn’t producing milk, which didn’t surprise your doctor or even the lactation specialist after reviewing your history. “He’s gonna be good with her.” You cross the room and kiss the back of her head. Calum holds the back of your neck and kisses your forehead. “I’m excited to go home. I want real food and whiskey and to sleep in our bed.” You whisper.

“I’m excited to take you home. Duke is excited to meet his new human.” You give him another tired smile. “You ok baby? Why don’t you hold her while I finish packing your stuff?”

He gently hands off the baby. “Are you gonna leave your shirt off?” You try to look innocent.

“Just for you baby.” He winks. You take a seat and hold Flynn where you can look at her. Cal knows to be worried by the look in your eye. The doctor had already addressed both of you about it and you asked Cal for a couple weeks, before you wanted to address it. He agreed, because he was going to be around every day, because the rest of the tour was postponed.

She starts to fuss, it’s a little cold in the room and she wasn’t swaddled because she was supposed to be cuddled to her daddy’s chest, so you pull her in and hold her against your chest. Cal relaxes a bit at the motion.

Duke was very curious about the newborn and more importantly, he was extremely gentle.

And then she was always in Cal’s arms, he’d hand her off to you if you wanted but he never assumed that’s what you wanted.

And that lasted until Ash came over to meet her. He brought Luke with him and they were both instantly in love. And they both came with way more baby things and tons more diapers too.

“She’s precious.” Ashton says, staring down at the little girl who’s the spitting image of her father.

“Hold her?” Cal asks his friends.

“I want to.” Ash volunteers first and Cal hands her over. You knew Ash wanted a family but this definitely solidified it. “Little Flynn… first 5sos baby.” He says quietly to her and everyone laughs. Cal looks at you and smiles, and pulls you close to sit next to him. She fusses a little but Ash rocks her and hums the same lullaby Calum had been since she was born. “I’m gonna be the best uncle to you.” He promises. He kisses the top of her head and hands her to Luke.

“Hi little Flynn.” He greets. “You look so much like your daddy.” He coos. “You’ll be pretty like your mama though.” He nuzzles his nose to hers and kisses her forehead. “I love her so much.” He says, looking at you and Cal.

Cal grins, “that’s how we felt.” He squeezes your knee.

“She’s so sweet.” Ashton says.

“She’s already got Cal wrapped around her tiny fingers.” You chuckle.

“It’s true. She’s my little princess, she so much as whimpers and I’m right there.”

You gently bump his shoulder with yours, “you’ve always been attentive like that.” You smirk.

He grins and shakes his head at you. “Stop it. They don’t need to hear that.” He presses his lips to yours.

Ash is there, holding her, six weeks later when you get back from a doctors appointment.

“Hey baby.” Calum greets you. “Everything good?” He asks. You hold up to prescription that your doctor had prescribed for the post partum depression everyone knew you were suffering from, but everyone was super supportive.

“Everything’s great.” You push up on your toes to kiss his cheek, and whisper, “got the all clear for sex too.” You wink at him as you pull away. “How was she?” You ask, kissing her cheek and rubbing her back while Ash holds her.

“She just woke up.” He explains.

“And I’m fixing her bottle.”  Cal says. “Why don’t you go take a nap? We can take care of Flynn. And you need the rest.”

When you wake up, an hour and a half later, your phone is blowing up. It’s all instagram notifications so you open Instagram and click on the first comment that mentions you. It takes you to post Cal made. It’s a few pictures. The first is of Flynn and Duke’s feet. The second is of you and Calum, smiling widely at each other, something Ash had taken, and the third is of the guys gathered around her, she’s in Ash’s arm and you can only see the top of her head and them smiling down at her.

Baby girl Hood, her little toes, her favorite cuddle buddy, her beautiful mum, and the reason 5sos postponed the rest of the tour. Thank you to everyone for their love and patience. So excited for my little family to grow together. He’d posted and tagged you.

You’d left it up to Cal, whether and when he wanted to announce it, it was bound to come out eventually. And it warmed your heart to see all the love. There were also tons of demands to see her face and know her name.

You put on pants and head back to the living room, the house was fairly quiet, but it always seemed to be even when the guys were over since Flynn came home.

“Hey beautiful.” Cal greets with a big smile on his face. You look around the room and notice there were a whole bunch of people over, the guys, Crys, Roy, Mitchy, and a few of the girls you didn’t know that well. Crys is holding Flynn, cooing at her. Cal pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you. “Should’ve let you know so many people were over.” He kisses your cheek. “But I figured we’d wear her out and then you and I could have a night, since she’ll sleep so well.” He grins into a kiss.

“Can I see her?” You ask, and Crys immediately agrees, bringing the little girl over to you. “Hi little princess.” You greet the baby. She smiles up at you and it’s the first time you can remember enjoying having her in your arms. You smile back at her. “Little Flynn. Baby girl Hood.” You whisper quietly to her.

Calum grins wide, “you saw it?”

“My phone was blowing up from it. It was so sweet Cal.”

“I know we talked about not posting pics of her face…”

“It’s perfect.” You grin and lean in to kiss him.

“Can I get you a drink baby?”

“I’d love one.” You nod.

Cal talks the majority of people into leaving around 6, leaving the three of you with just the guys and Crys.

Ash is holding Flynn, feeding her, which seems to be common these days.

“See you woulda been fine if she was yours.” Luke points out as Ash holds her to burp her.

“I’m glad she’s Cal’s. I don’t know if I’m ready for this full time.” He admits. “Someone mentioned food, I know you don’t expect us to eat baby formula as well.” He looks at you and Cal.

The two of you are practically in your own world, a small, quiet conversation, his hands are on you, and you’re grinning at him. You wish you could kiss him, but you don’t want it to be weird for your guests.

“They probably haven’t had more than a minute alone since she came home.” Ash mentions, rocking Flynn. “I mean he said she sleeps well, but they’re both exhausted.”

“Guess we could try giving them a night off one of these day.” Luke says. “Uncle Luke and and Uncle Ash to the rescue.” He gently grabs her little foot.

“We should probably figure out how to put her to bed first.” He mentions. “Hey guys, sorry to interrupt… but I think little one is ready for bed. And we’re hungry.”

“Hmm.. sorry Ash!” You say, sadly drawn from your conversation with Cal. “We did mention dinner.” Your stomach growls.

“I’ll take her to bed.” Cal stands and leans over to kiss you, slipping you tongue. You let out a little moan against his mouth and intertwine your fingers in his hair. He pulls away and grins at you, “later baby.” He whispers and presses his lips to your forehead. “Why don’t you guys figure out dinner?”

He goes to take Flynn from Ash but him and Luke insist on helping, and Michael excuses himself to go with.

You and Crys start talking about what to get for dinner until you hear the guys singing the lullaby Cal’s always humming to Flynn.

“Do you know this song?” You ask Crys.

“Cal’s never played it for you?” She asks.

“No. He’s been humming it since we brought her home.”

“It’s her lullaby, he wrote it for her.” She smiles.

“Why is Michael… like mad. It’s like he doesn’t want Cal to have a family.”

“He’s afraid Cal’s gonna want to be with his family more than Cal wants to be in the band. Listen, no one thought Cal would be the first one with a kid, and so far he clearly loves being a dad and I think that worries Mike.” She sighs. “He’s trying though. He knows Cal is so happy.”

“I don’t want him to go back on tour.” You whine a little.

“I think that’s a perfectly normal feeling but it’s 10 days and Southy and I will be here and we can be here” she taps the table, “at any time.”

“Thanks Crys.”

“What’d you pretty ladies decide?” Luke asks, he’s the first one back in but the other three are right behind him.

Cal sits and you cuddle against him, resting your head on his chest. He drapes his arm around you and kisses the top of your head. “You ok?” He whispers to you and you nod your head.

“We decided… Mike gets to decide.” Crys laughs.

He groans but pulls out his phone to pick something.

“I can send them home if you wanna get our night started. You look tired.” Cal whispers to you.

“Mmm mmm. It’s totally ok. I like having our friends around.”

“I was worried about you.” He admitted. “I shouldn’t have been. I should’ve known. It’s always taken you a little while to adjust when your life changes drastically.”

You furrow your brow, “D’you think I was just gonna leave you with Flynn?” You chuckle.

“It crossed my mind.” He gives you a soft smile. “You’re still my best girl.”

“I love you Cal… thanks for being so supportive.”

“Of course baby. Thank you for the cute baby.” He smirks.

Most everyone leaves by 9:45, Luke being the only one left and only because he was holding Flynn, feeding her again. But he burped her, changed her and put her back down without any help. And then he wished you both a goodnight.

“My love.” Cal says, watching you clean up the dining room. “Leave that. Let me take you to bed.”

“Why don’t you help me instead and you can talk dirty to me while we clean.” You wink.

He comes over and wraps his arms around you. “Or…” He kisses your neck, “We can go to bed… let me take care of you, and I’ll take care of this and Flynn in the morning.”

“Can you take care of me in the morning too?”

“Depends on what care you think you’ll need.” He smirks.

“More dick, probably.” You shrug.

“God baby… c’mon. Lemme take you to bed. Lemme get you naked, taste you, make you cum for me… don’t you miss cumming for me?” It’s gruff, and his breath is hot on your neck. His hands cup your breasts over your shirt. “Been too long for daddy too baby girl, know your wet, dying to have my tongue and fingers work you again.” His nose skims over your neck, teeth tug at your earlobe. “Baby girl…” He taunts, “you really gonna make me beg you for it?”

You turn your head to Calum and press your lips to his. “Fuck Calum.” You moan, turning your body fully toward him, “take me to bed.” His hands quickly find your thighs and he pulls you off your feet, carrying you to the bedroom. He easily turns off the lights while carrying you.

He sets you to your feet the second the door is closed and he pushes you against it. His lips press to yours and then move along your jaw, and you try desperately to get any friction you can. “Baby girl.” He groans at you. “Want daddy’s cock?” He pushes your leggings down.

“Uh-huh, please daddy.” You whimper. His fingers swipe through your wetness and he grins.

“Already soaked for daddy.” His lips push forcefully back to yours and he tugs your shirt over your head, followed by his. His fingers tweak your nipples and he massages your breasts before turning you around and pressing your front against the bedroom door.

“Yeah… daddy…” you whimper. You look over your shoulder and watch him drop to his knees, he pushes your legs a little further apart, and then his tongue is slicking through your folds.

He works a hickey into your thigh and then gently sinks his teeth into your ass cheek. “Daddy can’t stand this baby girl. Bed. Hands and knees.” You scramble to the bed and get into the position he’s asked for. “This ok sweet girl?”

“Mmhmm… perfect daddy.”

“God I love your sweet ass baby girl.” You feel the bed dip as Cal settles behind you, his hand gently smooths over your skin, and then he gives you exactly what you expect, and smacks your ass. You let out a moan, and Cal uses his fingers to gently rub around your lips, and he spreads them, “you are so wet, pretty girl, did I do this to you again? Of course I did. Daddy knows.” His hand comes down on your ass again. You let out a whimper and Cal chuckles. “You love this, dontcha baby?”

“Mmhmm.” You agree, enjoying the feel of his hand on your ass again.

“Missed this too. Missed your noises. Missed your lips… wasn’t expecting you to go for this tonight though.” He muses.

“I just miss your body against mine.” You say quietly.

“I’ll do better baby.” He promises. “For now though…” he doesn’t give you anymore warning; just slides in. He lets out a low groan as he does so. His pace starts slow and you drop your face to the pillows. “You ok?” Cal asks, working his rhythm up.

“I’m so fuckin good Cal… so… good.” You breathe. “Please don’t stop… harder.”

“You got it baby.” And he delivers, snapping his hips hard against yours, he reaches for your shoulder and pulls you up against his body. His lips start working against your neck, his hands are everywhere.

“Calum…” you moan.

“Oh fuck baby.” He groans, “when you moan like that…”

Cal pulls out and you whimper, “not done.”

Cal chuckles a little, “I know baby, me either.” He gets off the bed and reaches for you, pulling you against him and carrying you to the wall. “Needed to look at you.” He explains, hips resuming their old pace.

You keep one arm wrapped around his neck, fingers in his hair, the other is pinned to the wall, fingers intertwined with his. You press your forehead to Cal’s. He gently kisses you despite the hard, fast pace of his hips.

“That’s it… cum for me.” He coaxes, knowing you’re close without you having to say a word. He bites your lip and then kisses your bottom lip. “C’mon baby.” You grip his hair and drop your head against his shoulder, letting your teeth sink into his collarbone. “Fuck I love that feeling.” He groans. Cal’s not far behind you, quickly spilling his cum into you with a gruff moan in your ear. He gently pushes the two of you away of the wall so he can hold you. “Damn baby. I love you.” He says quietly, smoothing your hair and pressing his lips to your cheek.

“I love you too Cal.” You tighten your grip around him, and kiss his shoulder.

He sets you down and steps back, reaching to hold one of your hands. “Hot as ever.” He moans, bringing your hand to his lips so he can kiss your knuckles. His free hand goes between your thighs, pulling some of the mixed juices out with it. He holds his fingers to your lips and you gladly clean them. “So good for me.” His thumb gently pulls at your lip and he leans in to kiss you. “Wanna shower with me baby?” He mumbles against your lips.

“Absolutely.” You agree with a small grin.

Cal doesn’t wake you in the morning which is perfectly fine because you were against the wall in the shower and then begging him to use his tongue on you an hour later in bed. And he’d woken you up at 4 for one more slow, soft round before you curled back up together naked until Flynn woke up.

You pull one of his shirts on and a pair of panties and then go to the bedroom door to listen. Cal was talking and singing and all you heard were little sounds from Flynn, so you figured it must just be the two of them.

“Hey, there’s our beautiful mama.” He greets.

“Hey handsome.” You give Cal a quick kiss. “Hey little Hood.” You gently rub her little tummy.

“How ya doing this morning?” Cal smirks as he hands you a cup of coffee.

“Sore. Very sore.” You admit.

“Poor thing.”

“I know! Jeez, you’d think I got good dick last night.” You wink and take a sip of your coffee.

“You did get good dick last night and this morning… remember the dick that got ya pregnant.” He gently tugs the shirt to pull you closer for a kiss.

“Oh… hmm are we sure this little baby is yours? Could be Ash’s.” You shrug.

“That little girl could not be more mine.” He laughs.

“She’s so sweet.” You smile over at her, “and she’s definitely yours… look at these chubby lil cheeks.” You rub her little cheeks, “and all this black hair, just like daddy. Huh sweet love? Definitely daddy’s.”

Cal wraps his arms around your waist, his nose skims up your neck and his lips push just below your ear, “someone else is daddy’s too.” He whispers.

You turn your head and press your lips to his, “you're a mess.” You whisper against his lips.

“You’re the reason I’m a mess.” His lips drag along your jaw before he kisses your cheek.

Cals large hands wrap around your daughters feet, and the contrast is almost comical. He kisses her little feet. “Little toes here is about ready for a nap, mama. You wanna put her down and meet daddy back in our bedroom?”

“Yeah daddy. Sure.” You quirk an eyebrow at him.

He winks and then kisses your forehead. “Hey also, Mali and my mom will be getting here while I’m gone, just a couple days before i get back…. but they’ll be here.” He mentions.

“Ohh just the girls huh?”

“If I could change it, I would.” He chuckles. “Put our little one down and come see me.” He holds his fingers in a ‘v’ up to his mouth and flicks his tongue through it. “Bet that got you so wet.” He smirks.

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[lilacsos]

Babysitter AI

A/N: Ok so this has been in the works for a month and I never finished it. I made a poll asking what I should write next and the winner was Ashton fluff so here is Ashton fluff. It also kinda switches between focusing on you and Ash and Luke at home with the kid so I hope it’s not confusing. I also put a keep reading cause I feel it’s long

Requested: Kinda?

Words: 3048 (a lot compared to my usual 1500)

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x reader

*Warnings*: Mentions of miscarriage, cute dad!Ashton, babysitter Luke, y’all have a son named Oliver

Summary: You and Ashton have been dating for years and you now have a nineteen-month-old son and you haven’t had a date night since before he was born. In comes Uncle Lu to watch the little tot while you and Ash go out

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     Date night. It was something you and Ashton used to have at least once a week. Sometimes more or less depending on his tour schedule. It was one of the things you had looked forward to the most because those were nights the two of you could get out and just be you two again. Sometimes Ashton took you to fancy restaurants that he paid extra to make sure fans or paparazzi didn’t find out you would be there. Sometimes Ashton took you to the McDonald’s drive-thru and you guys sat and ate in the car outside of the house forever. Recently, there haven’t been as many date nights. It wasn’t that you and Ashton were fighting or anything, you had a baby. You loved your little Oliver with all your heart but he was about nineteen months old right now and you were exhausted. Luckily tour had ended a month or so before you gave birth so Ashton was home to help you since Oli was born. But, the two of you hadn’t had a date night in almost two years and you missed them. Ashton had expressed to you how much he missed them as well; so, with that, the hunt for a babysitter began. You knew you could ask the neighbors or use one of those websites but you were worried about people sending out personal information about you guys or your son. That’s what happened when you have a child with a famous man. Now was when you wished you lived closer to family that could watch the little guy but no one was close enough. The only people close were the boys. It’s not that you didn’t trust them, you just didn’t trust them. You and Ashton have been searching since Oliver was ten months but no one seemed good enough. At this point, you were tempted to hire a nanny. You were brought out of your thoughts by the sounds of Oliver’s laugh. The boys were over visiting and currently Luke and Oliver were playing.

     “Come on Ash! One of us or all of us are fit to take care of Oli!” Michael laughed and threw his arm around your shoulders. “You guys need a date night and some adult conversations. Let one of us watch the little man.”

     You smiled at Michael and glanced over at your boyfriend of four years. He looked to be entertaining the idea of the boys watching his son; while Ashton thought, you looked back at your son. He looked just like Ashton. Oli had the same curly brown hair, hazel eyes, and adorable little nose. In your eyes, Oliver was perfect and no one could change your mind. You watched as he giggled as Luke grabbed him under the arms and threw him up into the air and caught him on the way down. Oliver let out a little squeal that soon turned to a scream. “I think this means boob please!” Luke yelled over the screaming, sending Ashton off to grab a bottle to heat up. It was close to his bedtime so he was ready for a bottle and to be put down.

     “He doesn’t get boob anymore Luke! He just gets a bottle! Those puppies are all mine!” Ashton called from the kitchen, causing you to roll your eyes and Michael to crack up. He came back into the living room, sending you a wink before he grabbed Oliver from Luke and went upstairs to put him to sleep.

     Luke came to sit on the other side of you and smiled. “Yeah, Y/N. I really think one of us could watch Oli no problem. Maybe not Calum.” He snorted and gestured over to Cal who had been asleep in the chair for an hour.

     “I’ll talk to Ash. Thank you guys for offering though. You guys are the best.”

          You and Ashton had spent almost a week talking about having one of the boys babysit Oli and you finally came to a decision. In less than an hour, Luke would be over to watch Oliver while you and Ashton had a date night. It might not have seemed like an obvious choice to pick Luke but you had seen the way Luke played with Oli and how much your son enjoyed spending time with his Uncle Lu. Not to mention you had Michael on call in case Luke needed extra help. Ashton came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You glanced at him through the mirror and sighed. “What if something goes wrong?”

     Ashton kissed your shoulder and spun you to face him. “It won’t Doll. Luke will be fine. And if anything were to happen, which it won’t, Michael is ready to come over.”

     You sighed and rested your hands on his shoulders. “I really hope so.”

     Ashton smirked and leaned in to kiss you but the sound of your son’s voice stopped him. “Daddy!” The squeal that erupted from Oliver’s lips when Ashton picked him up make your heart swoon. Ashton peppered kisses all over his son’s face as you stopped to take a picture. At the sound of the doorbell, you ran downstairs and opened the door to find Luke with a bright smile and a teddy bear bigger than Oli.

     “This is for the little tyke. I hope he likes it.” Luke set the bear on the couch and looked towards the stairs to see Ashton helping Oliver down the stairs.

     “He’s gonna love it since it came from his Uncle Lu.” Ashton laughed and watched Oliver run over to Luke and grasp onto his legs. “Ok, Oliver didn’t have a nap today so he will be tired. Usually, his bedtime is seven but since he didn’t nap you can probably get him to go down at 6:30 if you try. There’s a bottle in the fridge, all you have to do is heat it up. We usually set it in warm water for no more than ten minutes.”

     “If he gets fussy, start making the bottle. You can ask him if he’s tired and he might tell you ‘yes’ but he’s gonna avoid sleeping for as long as he can. Make sure to change his diaper and pjs before bed. Rock him in the rocking chair while he drinks his bottle and sing to him. Then just put him in bed.” You grabbed your coat off of the rack and smiled at Oliver who had plopped himself down at Luke’s feet and began to play with his shoelaces.

     Luke stared at both of you with wide eyes as he tried to process all of the information he was just told. “Anything else?”

     “Yeah, if he wakes up, try to rock him back to sleep. Ashton usually sings him Close As Strangers when he wakes up in the middle of the night.” You turned to see Ashton standing at the open door.

     “Call us if you need anything Luke. Or call Michael.” Ashton wrapped his arm around your waist and smiled. “We should be home by nine.”

     Luke grabbed Oliver in his hands and brought him over so the two of you could say goodbye before you left. After many kisses on Oli’s chubby cheeks, the two of you set out ready for date night.

     Luke closed the door behind the two of you and smiled down at Oliver. “Alright pal, we have half an hour before I’m expecting you to get tired. What do you wanna do?”

     “Puppy!” Oliver squealed and pointed to the bookcase.

     “That’s a bookcase dude.” He set Oliver down on the ground and watched him run over to the books and pull out one with a puppy on the cover. “Oh, I get it. Puppy. Alright, let’s get to reading.”

     “Do you think he’s ok?”

     “I’m sure Oli is fine baby.” Ashton answered as he looked at the menu in front of him.

     “I meant Luke. Do you think Oliver is being too difficult? Maybe we should call Luke and check on him.” You sighed and set the menu down, not very hungry now.

     “Honey, he’s fine. Don’t worry about Luke. We’ve been gone for only twenty minutes. Oliver has probably been having Luke read to him the whole time. This is a date night for us to have adult conversations.” He reached over the tabled and grabbed your hand in his. “We can get ice cream after dinner if you want it.”

     With a small sigh, you smiled up at Ashton. “You know I can’t say no to ice cream.” Ashton seemed to think you finally had your mind off of your son as he went back to looking at the menu but he was wrong. What if Luke dropped Oliver? What if Oliver poked Luke in the eye and Luke needed to go to the hospital? What if someone broke into the house and stole Oliver?

     “Hey, I can’t read minds but I can read faces. You’re worried.”

     “How are you not worried?”

     “I trust Luke with my life. I trust him with Oli. You should too.” Ashton sighed and smiled up at the waiter who had come to take your order. “I’m sure they’re fine.” He mumbled after the young girl left.

     “Momma!” Oliver screamed once again as Luke tried to hand him the bottle. Oliver’s chubby little hands smacked the bottle out of his face and watched it fall to the ground.

     “Mommy is gonna be home soon. You need to drink your bottle if you want to see her.” Luke had been bribing the small child for almost fifteen minutes, trying to get him to drink the bottle. He suddenly had no idea how you and Ashton took care of Oliver and made it look so easy. Luke managed to change Oliver without too much of a hassle, thank god. Luke did not want to get baby pee on him. But giving him his bottle, was a whole different story.

     “No!” Oliver then took off down the hall, running away from Luke. With a groan, Luke took off after Oliver for the tenth time that night.

     After a few minutes of chasing his nephew, Luke scooped him up in his arms and bounced him around a little, seeing how Oliver rubbed his eyes. “Please drink your bottle buddy. If you drink it Momma and Daddy will be home sooner.”

     Something must have clicked because with that, Oliver grabbed the bottle and quickly began drinking it. Finally, something was going right. Luke sat down in the rocking chair and began rocking back and forth, singing Oliver to sleep. Once Oli was asleep, Luke leaned his head against the chair and closed his eyes. Now all he had to do was transfer Oliver into his crib which sounded pretty easy in theory but Luke couldn’t be sure that transferring him wouldn’t wake him up. So, he sat there for almost twenty minutes, rocking Oliver to make sure he was sleeping before he carefully stood and lowered Oli into his crib. Oliver wiggled a little bit and Luke held his breath as he watched the small child move around. Luckily, he continued to sleep and once Luke pulled the side of the crib up, he would hopefully be done for the night.

     “Do you remember the first time I kissed you?” Ashton asked with a laugh as he threw his arm around your waist, leading you through the park with your ice creams in hand.

     “How could I forget? It was 2015 and you guys won the ARIA for best Australian Live Act. You got so excited about the win that you kissed me. I didn’t even know what to think or do.” You answered with a laugh, smiling at the memory.

     “Ah, but what you don’t know is I had been trying to work up the courage to ask you out for months. It was that day that I decided I would ask you out after the show. Of course, I was not expecting to have already kissed you but, it went well.” Ashton took a lick of his ice cream before switching with you so you could get a taste of his and he could have some of yours.

     “Since apparently, this park has memory lane,” you stopped to smile when Ashton laughed at your joke, “do you remember when we found out we were pregnant with Oli?”

     Ashton smiled and took you to sit on a park bench. “Of course I do. That was the best day of my life. We weren’t trying for a baby but we weren’t preventing anything. You hadn’t been feeling good the past few weeks so I took you to the doctor and we didn’t even think you could be pregnant. So, when the doctor asked if we had unprotected sex, the gears started turning. They did a test and that’s when we found out we would be parents.”

     “You cried like a baby.” Ashton giggles at your words and pulled you to sit on his lap.

     “Can you blame me? I just learned I would be a dad, finally.”

     The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying spending some time together. It had been so long since you two had time to yourselves, you didn’t know what to talk about. Of course, the lack of talking was fine too but it allowed your mind to wander. Oliver wasn’t your first pregnancy. You and Ashton had gotten pregnant the year before you were expecting Oliver. The baby hadn’t made it past the first trimester and it really hurt you and Ashton. So of course, when you found out you were pregnant again, you took every precaution to make sure he would be safe. Once you passed the point of hiding your growing bump, you finally told everyone. You also broke the news that this wasn’t your first pregnancy. Everyone was so supportive of you two which made everything a lot easier. Maybe that’s why you didn’t think a babysitter would ever be good enough for Oli.

     “What are you thinking about?” Ashton asked softly, bringing you from your thoughts.

     “Oli could have been a younger brother.” At your words, Ashton wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you onto his lap, your head on his chest.

     “I know baby.” He kissed the top of your head, hands rubbing your back. “I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

     “It happened to you too Ash.” You mumbled as you pulled away from his chest to get a better look at him.

     “I know but it was your body that went through it. I wish I could have stopped it or helped you. I’m so sorry.” Ashton took the miscarriage hard as well. You knew he wanted a big family and he thought he was going to get started on that when suddenly his dream was crushed. The possibility of being a dad was ripped out of his hands and thrown away. He spent the first few months after the miscarriage with you, making sure you were ok. It wasn’t until after he felt you were fine, he began going through his own grieving process. The boys were a huge help during that time. “But now we have Oli and he’s the best son I could have ever asked for.”

     “I love you. You’re the best boyfriend and father to Oliver.”

     “And I love you. I can’t imagine my life without you.” Ashton smiled down at you, his hand coming to rest on your cheek as he leaned down, pressing his lips softly to yours. He rested his forehead on yours and smiled, kissing your nose.

     “I want another. I know it’s soon and Oli is still so young and it will be hard to have a toddler and a newborn but...”

     Ashton shook his head as he pulled back to see your face. “I don’t think it’s too soon. We can start trying. But first, let’s go home and see our boy.”

     “Oliver, are you kidding me?” Luke whined as he bounced the child in his arms. Oliver had woken up only after sleeping for a little more than an hour. Luke had been rocking him for the past 45 minutes, hoping and praying that the kid would go to sleep before you and Ashton came home. “Do you want me to sing you a song?”

     Oliver’s cries slowly died down as he nodded. “Daddy song.” Luke had no idea what that meant until he remembered your words before you left.

     “Ok, I’ll sing Daddy’s song.” Luke pushes Oliver’s hair out of his eyes and softly began to sing. “Six weeks since I’ve been away, and you’re saying everything has changed and I’m afraid that I might be losing you.”

     It didn’t take long for Oliver to fall asleep once more after Luke began singing. He laid the small boy back into the crib and once he was sure he was asleep, he wandered down to the living room and laid down on the couch, ready to pass out. In fact, he almost fell asleep until he heard the sound of the front door opening. Luke didn’t even bother to move as you and Ashton stepped into the house.

     “Hey Luke.” Ashton smiled, taking in the sight of one of his best friends on the couch. “How did it go?” He took your coat off of your shoulders and hung it on the rack.

     “Pretty good I would say. He fell asleep at seven since he was avoiding me and he stayed asleep for an hour before he woke up again. It took another hour to get him back to sleep but he’s sleeping now.”

     You smiled and once Luke was standing, you walked over and wrapped your arms around his middle. “Thank you, Lu. Really. Thank you.”

     Luke smiled up at Ashton and kissed your cheek. “Anything for the mother of my favorite nephew.”

     “He’s your only nephew, for now at least.” At Ashton’s words, you turned to look at your boyfriend with a smile. “Want to take Oli to the park next week so we can work on baby’s number two?”

     “Only if Michael puts him to bed next time.”

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Babysitters Club - Ch 1

A/N: If you don’t like Real Person Fiction (RPF) DO NOT READ THIS FIC! It does focus on real people and does focus on some heavy REAL LIFE situations that people face.

That being said I think Misha and Vicki are #relationshipgoals and they are endgame irl. I love both of them and would never wish anything bad for them and/or their family. This is a work of fiction and in no way represents anything I want to have actually happen...

Trigger warnings: Eventual divorce (YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)

Pairing: Misha x Reader (EVENTUALLY)

You sat on the couch, flipping through the channels on the television, trying to find the channel with the show that the kids loved the most. You stopped as the face of that beloved puppet popped onto the screen and you smiled in triumph. You heard the toddler at your side let out a squealing giggling before she settled down on the floor at your feet. “Alright sweetie. I need to go make lunch. I’ll be right over here ok?” You said as you carefully stood. The little girl was so engrossed in the show she didn’t even respond. You smiled and shook your head before making your way across the room to the kitchen to start making grilled cheese, the toddler’s favorite.

As the pan heated, and while you prepped all the ingredients, you marveled at everything going on in your life. You started out as just a babysitter to make some money in high school, but as you entered college it became more of a full time gig. Before long you found yourself employed as a professional nanny. Word spread and suddenly you found yourself unable to juggle the workload. That was how you found yourself employed by THE top nanny agency (because, yes, that was a thing, apparently.) The one that supplied nannies to the rich and famous, though those were only the select few. You were still “slumming it” with the upper-class families as the veteran nannies liked to tease. Personally you liked it that way. You didn’t have to worry about the paparazzi snapping pictures of you or fielding the wife from finding out about Mr. Famous’ many affairs. Just the simple task of watching the kid (or kids as the case may be.) It was nice not to be tied up in all the hullabaloo of having famous clients.

So far, the only thing you’d had to worry about was potty training, and explaining to the wife why her husband’s business flight had been delayed (not your job per say, but you’d received the call on the home line, so figured you could relay the information.) You peered at little Abby who was still fully engaged with the television show, and smiled again. You made quick work of making two sandwiches, one for you and one for her (she would most likely only eat half right now before her nap and then half when she woke up.) You froze as you heard the door from the garage open and the tell-tale sound of keys jingling signaling that the wife was home. “Hello Mrs. James.” You said, moving the pan to the sink to cool and be cleaned. “you’re home early.” Abigail James was a tall, leggy brunette that was the most sought after interior designer in the entire state (probably the country…but you were biased.) She was married to Mike James, software developer for Microsoft (just enough of a bigwig to be able to afford anything she wanted whenever she wanted it) and they had two children, Abby and Charlie.

Abigail Madison Winston James III. That was Abby’s full name and it sounded every bit as pretentious as the child was silly. Abby was just Abby. She was a bundle of energy that loved to swim and swing and scrape knees. She was a joy to be around and made your job easy. Charlie was her little brother. Charles Michael James was almost a year old and was a smiley baby that could find a way to make a mess in a completely empty room. He was forever finding ways to make messes right after you cleaned and got everything put to rights. (His parents understood his antics and often snickered as they watched you scramble to clean up the last minute messes when they strolled through the door.) The James’ were a loving family and you hoped to have one just like them one day.

“Hello, Y/N. Yes, my client ran into a few snags today before design so I got to come home early.” You nodded as you watched Abby run up to her squealing with delight. “It’s just as well, Mike and I have been meaning to talk with you.” You felt a churning in the pit of your stomach.

“Oh?” You asked pensively as you set out lunch and watched as Abigail placed Abby in her chair so the child could eat.

“Yes. Mike has decided to take a position in upstate, and we’ll be putting Abby in daycare after the move. As sad as we are, we are going to have to cancel services.” You felt the pit in your stomach spread and get heavy as a cold settled over you. “We’d love to take you with us, but that’s just not viable for us.” She offered sympathetically.

“No I understand.” You smiled. “I’m so excited for you all! It’s going to be great. Upstate is amazing.” Abigail nodded and stroked Abby’s hair as she stuffed the grilled cheese in her mouth. “When do you move?”

“Actually we are beginning the move next week, so this will be that last week we need you.” You wanted to wince at how quickly everything was moving but you understood. This was just a job and no matter how attached you got to the clients, this was plain and simple, just a job. You’d miss them, that was for sure, but you understood. You had to. “We called the agency already and I think they’re planning a few interviews for you so you won’t be out of work because of our change in situation.” You nodded. That was standard practice.

“Perfect.” You smiled at her. “Well, I’m going to miss you guys.” You offered sadly. “It’s been amazing working with all of you.” Abigail smiled and pulled you in for a hug.

“You have been a God-send and I don’t know how we’re going to get along without you.”

“Oh, you’ll do fine.” You reassure her. “Well, then, I’ll leave you to it. Charlie has been down for his morning nap for about an hour and a half, he should be waking up soon.” Abigail nodded. “And, Abby is finishing lunch, so she’s good until her nap time…” You trail off quietly. “I’m sorry…you know their routine.” You shake your head as Abigail laughs gently. “Well, if you need me for anything, just call the agency.” Abigail gave you a soft smile.

“I will. I promise.” She turned to her daughter. “Abby, Y/N is going to be going now. Want to give her a big hug before nap time? She won’t be here when you wake up since Mommy’s home.” Abby smiled up at you before stretching her hands up and wiggling her fingers at you, signaling she wanted up in your arms. Quickly you scoop her up before smothering her in a giant hug and peppering her face with playful kisses which caused the child to squeal as she wrapped her arms around you.

“Bye, bye baby girl. You’re going to have so much fun coming up!” You say quickly, smiling at the little girl in your arms.

“Bye bye Y/N!” She coos before leaning towards her mother to clean her up and get her ready for nap time. You smiled at Abigail again before giving her a gentle wave and making your way to the door to scoop up your purse and make your way back home. As you slid into the driver’s side of the car, you heard your cellphone ringing. You checked the caller ID and recognize the agency’s number. They must have found you an interview already. That was promising.

“Hello?”

“Hey Y/N.” Sylvia’s voice chirped into your ear. “So, I have an interview for your next assignment.” She started tentatively. “How do you feel about traveling?”

~~~

Misha stared at the profiles before him. He and Vicki had decided that it was time for a full-time nanny to help with the kids. West was five (or going to be very soon) and Maison was three. Vicki could take care of them on her own, but it became more and more apparent to the two of them that the kids (or at least little West) wanted to go with his daddy whenever he traveled. Misha knew being on the set of Supernatural all day was going to drive the kid nuts, so a nanny would help keep the kid busy and out of trouble. The problem was, he’d never needed a nanny before and had no idea how to pick a good one. They’d gotten the name of this agency from a couple of Vicki’s friends that used them, and had called them this morning. Almost instantly the company had faxed over about five profiles of current nannies that were available and open for traveling, but none of them really seemed to instill any confidence in him (of course it was just a sheet of paper with their information and a short blurb about experience, but still.) Maybe this wasn’t going to work.

He could still take West to work with him in Vancouver. He was sure that Jensen or Jared could help with keeping an eye on Westy as well as any other crew member that would be willing. He wrinkled his nose thinking to himself. He really didn’t want to impose the role of “babysitter” on any of the guys. They would be just as busy (if not more so) as him, so in all honesty that option really was moot. He let out a sigh and flipped through the profiles again before he heard his phone ringing. Tapping the screen without looking he answered quickly, noticing Vicki turn her attention to him from across the room where she was playing with West and Maison.

“Mr. Collins?” He perked a little.

“Yes.”

“Hello, this is Sylvia from the agency.” She chirped cheerfully. “We spoke earlier about your inquiry for a nanny to travel with you and your children while you were on set?” He hummed into the phone. “Yes, well, there has been a development.” He wanted to sigh. This didn’t sound good. “One of our best nannies just became available as of this morning. I was wondering if you were interested in me sending over her profile or if you’d already made a decision?”

“No. That sounds good.” He said as he moved to go sit by his wife as he listened to the receptionist from the nanny agency (God, he couldn’t even believe that was a thing) chirp off a few things about the newest nanny she wanted to send over.

“She’s been employed with us for almost six years. She’s received her degree in child development with a special emphasis on child psychology. She’s worked with numerous clients and has received nothing but the highest marks and customer reviews.”

“Then why did she just become available?” He asked, truly interested. If she was so good, why would any family let her go?

“Her current family is moving upstate and decided to terminate services since their child was going to be placed in preschool after the move.”

“Ah.” He answered. “Well, then yes. Go ahead and send over her information. I’ll go over it with my wife and let you know who we want to meet with.”

“Very good sir. I’ll send over her information for you to peruse at your leisure.” Misha hummed into the receiver again. “Alright sir. Well, we hope to hear from you soon.” With that a quick click sounded in his ear and he sighed, tucking his phone away.

“Everything alright Mish?” Vicki asked as she sat down next to him on the couch.

“Yeah. They’re sending over another profile. This one sounds almost too good to be true.” He commented as he watched West and Maison begin to play.

“How so?”

“Degree in child development, or child psychology or something like that.” He shrugged. “She’s one of the top nannies they have.” Vicki gave a hum of her own.

“You’re right.” His phone dinged, signaling that he received an email, most likely the agency sending over that profile. He opened the file attachment and scrolled through it, vaguely registering that it basically parroted all the same information he’d just been told. He turned his phone to Vicki.

“What do you think?” She read through the information and thought for a moment.

“It’s worth a meet. If she really is as good as they say, then we shouldn’t have a problem.” She said. “And West will definitely let you know if things aren’t working out.” Misha nodded in response. West was definitely an outspoken child that had no problem telling them how he felt. They’d have the initial interview, and then maybe a secondary where she got to meet the children. Then they’d make a final decision.

“Alright. I’ll call them and set up the interview.” Vicki nodded again.

“I’m going to get the kids fed while you do that so Maison can get ready for her nap.” He nodded and placed a quick kiss to Vicki’s cheek before she walked away. He placed the phone up to his ear and listened as it rang.

“Hello! This is Sylvia from The Nanny Association Agency. How can I help you?”

“Hello, Sylvia. This is Misha Collins.”

“Oh, hello Mr. Collins. I take it you’ve made a decision?” She queried enthusiastically.

“Yes, but we’re still a little on the fence.”

“Oh dear. Well what can I do to help assuage your fears and placate your concerns?”

“My wife and I were hoping to do an initial interview with one of the nannies and then if we feel comfortable we’d like to have a secondary interview where we can see her interact with the children. These are our kids and we’re just unsure about trusting them with someone we’ve only met once.”

“I completely understand. Standard procedure states that you are entitled to up to three interview sessions. Many families do only have the initial interview, but it is completely up to you if you would like to stage a few more interview sessions just to make sure. These are your children and we understand how important it is to make sure this is the correct fit.” He smiled into the phone. “Does that help Mr. Collins?”

“Yes. That helps a lot. Thanks.”

“Wonderful. When did you want to schedule your initial interview? We have two days from now at eleven, twelve thirty, one, four, or would another day work best for you two?”

“Two days will work. Let’s schedule for one.”

“Very good sir, and who did you decide to meet with?”

“The last girl you sent us. Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

“Wonderful. She’s highly recommended and I don’t think you’ll be disappointed. I’ll relay the information and she will meet you two days from now at one.”

“Great. Thank you.”

“No, thank you Mr. Collins.” Sylvia replied into the phone before listening to it click as he hung up the phone. Misha tucked his phone into his pocket and sighed, stacking the printed profiles in the folder and sliding it away. He hoped this girl, this Y/N, was going to be a good fit. He really didn’t want to have to start over with all of this headache. Especially not with filming starting soon.

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