#John's ready to wake them all up now

[missadangel]

MAKE HIM DISLIKE LOVE YOU

Harry Castillo x Reader (The Materialists)

Chapter 1: Blind Date

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Summary: You work as a housekeeper in a rich family's mansion and often have to deal with their spoiled daughter. One day, she asks you to pretend to be her on a blind date with a guy her dad picked out for her. Your mission is to make him not like you so he won't want to marry her. But here's the twist: will Harry end up hating you, or could he actually fall for you? That's the real question. Warnings: 18+ (smut, MDNI) kinda romantic comedy stuff, fluffy, angst, lying, soft and caring Harry Castillo, Lucy as his ex, John as Lucy's ex, wealth, expensive gifts, drinks, money, cars, language, sexual tension, oral sex, p in v sex, kissing, slow burn, power imbalance, I might have missed some warnings; I will update them in due time. Word Count: 4.8k for now, There will be a part two if you guys like it, but I'm not sure about the rest. Sorry for the poor writing; that was quick. authors note: I am not sure about his name. If there's any update, I will edit. English is not my native, so please be nice; this is my third fanfiction. Thank you for the reblogs, comments, and likes. Love you all!

"Ugh, this dress is so last season! Are you serious? Everything here is out of style—get rid of them! Call Elliot and have them send me another dress, or I'm going to be really pissed!"

As if tossed at you like a used handkerchief, another dress worth thousands of dollars—perhaps only worn once—landed in your hands. You sighed as you looked at the elegant dress you were now holding, the Gucci label glinting under the light.

"Story of my life," you mumbled.

Working as a housekeeper in a millionaire's house was hard enough, but dealing with his spoiled and ill-tempered daughter was exhausting. Yet you were determined that it would soon be over. You could no longer endure this physical and psychological torture. With the money you had saved, you planned to open your own restaurant—fulfilling your dream. You just needed to save a little more and hang in there a bit longer.

Your boss was a decent, kind man, but his daughter was so unbearable that every housekeeper assigned left the next day.

How do you even tolerate her? 

Because you didn’t have the luxury of quitting and waiting for a new job. You were still young and trying to establish yourself in the business. The extra pay you received was simply to endure her antics. Your kind millionaire boss had even promised you all the support you needed, suggesting you could quit your day job and focus solely on managing his daughter’s affairs. But how could you have known it would be so challenging? Still, you managed to get through each day and believed you could endure this for just a little while longer. After all, you had survived three challenging years already, right?

The mansion was enormous, and everything inside was meticulously organized. Everyone—housekeepers, gardeners, cooks, and even the owners—followed a disciplined daily routine. 

Except for the young lady of the house.

You never knew when she would wake up or come downstairs to join her family at the dinner table. She was stubborn, mean, and unpredictable, and you had to manage her behavior just as you managed her dresses, her dates, and her friends. Because you were responsible for her, there were times when you wished you could handle all the housework yourself and let someone else take care of her demands. Despite being just an ordinary housekeeper, your name was the one that echoed the most throughout this vast mansion.

Why? 

Because the young lady constantly called on you to fulfill her never-ending requests. And it was one of those moments again. Since it was evening, you guessed she was probably getting ready for a night out at the club, and you felt a surge of annoyance as you rushed to her room.

"I can't believe I was a size 8 before starting this job; now I'm down to a size 6," you mumbled to yourself, quickly making your way up the stairs.

One of the cleaners dusting the vases in the hallway shot you a wink and let out a sigh. Man, you’d do just about anything to be in her shoes, just taking care of that vase!

As soon as you knocked on the door, the young lady Melanie opened it, pulled you inside by the arm, and slammed the door shut behind you. You were taken aback—had you made a mistake? It had only been two hours since you last saw her; you had picked up her clothes off the floor and taken them to the laundry room. She had seemed content, busy texting on her phone. What could have possibly happened in such a short time?

“Is something wrong?” you asked, your eyes wide. For some reason, she looked super tense and nervous.  

“You’ve gotta help me,” she said almost desperately, which caught you off guard; it was pretty rare for her to ask for help like this, very rare.  

“Of course, if I know what’s going on…” 

“Remember that thing we did with the senator's son? I need you to do something like that again.”

You froze for a moment. She was referring to something you had helped her with before—something you weren't very proud of.

“Oh, but—” you frowned. “You said I’d never have to do anything like that again.”

Years ago, you had done your best to disguise yourself as Melanie to turn off the senator's son and prevent him from marrying her. It had worked, but lying to someone was a real headache. Thankfully, Melanie's father hadn’t suspected a thing, but the thought of risking it again felt scarier than anything else.

“I know, I know, but I’m in a tough spot. My dad has been speaking with a matchmaker again to arrange a match for me. After the scandal at the club last time, he's determined to marry me off for sure. Please, I need your help.”

How could she still act so childish in her late twenties? As she looked at you with those pleading eyes, memories of all the times she’d yelled at you and scolded you flashed in your mind. It was fine when you were more like her special assistant instead of just a housekeeper, but now it feels like you’re just a toy to her. When she wants to have fun, she plays with you—almost like you’re her little slave or something.

“I’m not here for that,” you said firmly. “That is not my job.” Your patience was running thin, and this was just too much.  

“But you’re supposed to help me,” she shot back, stubborn as ever. “And it’ll be easier this time, I promise.” 

You narrowed your eyes and said, “We got caught last time when the guy found out and cursed both of us. Do you have any idea how hard that was for me? And if your father discovers what we’re up to this time…”

She replied with a grin, “We won’t get caught this time because I already sent them my photo instead of yours. Besides, you know how my father is strict about always having my picture removed from newspapers and magazines.”

“You did what?” you wailed.

“Chill, it’s all figured out. I’ve been working on this since last week. You’ll have dinner with the guy, pretend to be me, scare him off, and boom! He won’t want to hear my name again. Easy peasy!”  

You rolled your eyes. “But he’s surely seen your photo somewhere; he can’t be that clueless.”  

“No, he’s a very busy businessman. He has lived abroad for years and has just returned from France. He’s looking to set up his business here in New York,” she said as she opened her laptop and pulled up a webpage with information about the man. “It seems he’s also looking for a suitable match,” she continued, glancing at his photo and pursing her lips.

You froze when you looked at the photo; he wasn’t at all what you expected. He appeared to be a mature, charismatic, and intelligent man. But how could you sit opposite this man and pretend to be someone else? The thought made you shudder, raising the tiny hairs on the back of your neck.  

“As you can see, he’s much older than me. I don’t think he’ll tolerate disrespect. If you’re disrespectful to him, he might get annoyed and just leave the table,” she said with a chuckle.

You laughed too, but for a different reason. You were sure that if she went to the meeting herself, he would get up and leave when he saw her personality.  

“I think you should go; maybe he won’t like you,” you suggested.  

She narrowed her eyes at you like she'd just caught you saying something crazy. “He won’t like me? Seriously?” She flipped her hair over her shoulder with a cocky grin. “Anyway, I can’t risk it. I don’t want to marry him or anyone else, and I definitely don’t want to be stuck in the same room with that old man.” 

As if I want it so much, you thought.  

“Come on, please do this for me! I promise I’ll be good; I won’t make you work too hard. I’ll ask Dad to give you a nice raise,” she said, clasping her hands together and trying to look cute.  

Well, good raise would mean you could quit your job and bail out of here earlier, right? You crossed your arms and glanced back at the laptop screen, staring at the photo of that guy—Harry Castillo. You made a decision that you had no idea would change everything in both his life and yours.

“Fine. When’s dinner?” you said, feeling a bit anxious.  

“Oh, you’re the best! I knew you couldn’t say no!” she said excitedly. “This Saturday.”  

“But that’s only two days away,” you pointed out, feeling even more nervous.  

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you all set. Just make sure you displease him,” she grinned.  

You sighed deeply, already sure you’d regret this choice.

“Don’t you think this dress is a bit… exaggerated?” you muttered, looking at yourself in the mirror.  

It was an elegant burgundy dress—strappy, satin, and adorned with pearl details—the kind of designer item you could never afford, even if you worked your entire life.  

“Am I trying to make him hate me or make him fall for me?” you asked, frowning.  

Melanie rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry; he’ll never fall in love with you,” she said arrogantly. This was typical behavior for her, so you chose to ignore it. “As much as you want to annoy him, remember that you represent me. I don’t want anyone gossiping that Melanie Johanson is wearing a lame dress,” she continued while picking out a matching purse.  

“But everyone knows I’m not you, except that poor guy.”  

“I don’t suppose you were planning to wear one of your own skimpy outfits,” she remarked. “Do you want our game to be exposed?”  

That was too much—being scolded and being forced to do something so ridiculous for this spoiled girl.  

“Fine, go to that dinner yourself then,” you said, slipping off your heels.  

She grabbed your arms. “No, no, no, please. Okay, I’m sorry I was rude. But I need you; no one else would do something like this for me.”  

“It’s good that you realize that,” you muttered.  

“Here, take this; it’s time,” she said, giving you a smile.  

Honestly, putting up with Melanie’s constant demands, cleaning up after her, and covering for her felt like child’s play compared to what you were facing tonight. 

A nice raise, you keep telling yourself trying to soothe yourself. I’m doing this for my restaurant; I’ll get it started someday.

The restaurant was one of the most famous, expensive, and luxurious places in New York—somewhere you would never normally set foot in. But tonight, thanks to Melanie’s name, you could easily get in. You were overwhelmed by the incredibly polite behavior of the restaurant staff.  

Melanie may have been extravagant and reckless, but she had thought of almost everything for tonight—from the driver who brought you here to the all restaurant staff. 

All this effort was for one purpose: to rid herself of the matchmaker’s match.  

When they took your fur coat at the entrance and told you that Mr. Castillo was waiting for you, you took a deep breath. After one step inside, when you saw him, you nearly backed away. Harry was busy on his phone, scribbling notes in his small notebook. He looked really sharp and stylish—way more handsome and appealing than in the photo.

Damn.  

You wanted to escape; you wished to put an end to this nonsense before it even began. Without realizing it, your feet started to move backward. Just then, you turned around and accidentally bumped into the waiter behind you, causing him to drop the champagne glasses he was carrying on his tray. The glasses shattered, and champagne spilled all over his outfit. You cursed yourself for the mishap.

Before you could even respond, the waiter apologized. “No, it was my fault; I’m sorry,” you said nervously, trying to wipe off the champagne from his clothes.

The other waiter and the staff stared at you in shock. 

Yes, you were a wealthy lady now, but what harm was there in being polite?

"No, ma'am, I should have been more careful," he said before turning and walking away.

"Miss Johnson?" said a soft, deep voice. 

You turned around to meet him and felt almost breathless. There he was, few inches taller than you, with broad shoulders, curly hair, deep-set brown eyes, a sharp nose, and an attractive appearance. 

"Melanie, right?" 

"Y-yes," you stammered, batting your eyelashes. 

And that smile! For a moment, the world seemed to stop; all the sounds in the restaurant faded, and you almost forgot why you were there. 

"I'm Harry," he said, holding out his hand. It took you so long to look at his face that you nearly forgot to acknowledge his hand. He laughed again, that wonderful smile lighting up his face. "My hand has been waiting for a while," he said teasingly. 

You felt your cheeks flush as you realized what he meant. "I'm sorry," you replied, quickly reaching out to shake his waiting hand. His hand was big and warm. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long," you mumbled, feeling embarrassed. You knew you needed to work up the courage. 

“Not really,” he said with a grin. “Shall we head to our table? Or do you want to stay here all night?” 

“S-sure,” you said sheepishly. 

Well, there wasn't much you could do about it. This wasn't just about him being wealthy or handsome. Even if it was a fake date, it had been years since you'd been on a date, and you didn’t know many men in your life. 

Dinner was harder than you expected. Even though you and Melanie had practiced what you should and shouldn't say, your fears came to light. Harry seemed kind and understanding, and it was difficult to lie to him, which made you hate every minute of it. It got worse when he started grilling you with questions, and you weren't sure how much longer you could keep up with this silly game.

When you excused yourself to go to the restroom, you called Melanie. 

"What do you mean he hasn't left the restaurant yet?" 

"I don't know; the conversation got a little long, and he kept asking questions about me, I mean you." 

"Do something to make him hate you already!" 

“But how? Throw wine at him? This is all ridiculous. I think we should just tell the truth.”

"Don't you dare!" she barked.

Her voice was so loud that you had to smile apologetically when the other women in the ladies room looked at you strangely, hearing your end of the conversation. 

"What am I supposed to do? Our plan isn't working." 

“What's up with this guy? He should’ve bailed by now.” Melanie grunted.

“He seems nice—I doubt he’d be rude like that.” 

“Rude! That’s the ticket; just be rude enough that he can’t stand it.” 

“What? Seriously?” 

“Yep, you heard me. Just be as rude as you can.” 

You let out a sigh, really wishing you could just bang your head against the wall right now.

“I said do it, or you'll ruin everything. Call me when you’re done.” 

“But what am I gonna— Hello? Darn it!” 

Beep… Beep… Beep… 

She hung up. 

You’ll have to be rude, how wonderful! But she was right; you needed to get rid of this man for the night to end and for you to return to your normal life. Why did he have to be so nice and kind? If he could ever act like a jerk, you would have done it by now, but he was just too sweet. As you looked in the mirror, you thought of all the rude things a lady wouldn’t normally do. Ah, that sounds familiar; it reminds you of Melanie herself. The very thought of her actions made you smile nervously. You took a deep breath and left the restroom.

Encouraging yourself, you gazed at Harry's handsome face from afar.

You can do it, you can do it...

Your first move: act indifferent.

You changed your facial expression as you approached the table and deliberately looked away from his face. He was smiling warmly at you. No, you couldn't look at him; it would only complicate everything. You were about to apologize for being late, but no, you can’t. Instead, you pulled your chair noisily on purpose, scraping its legs on the floor to create an annoying sound. You sat down and crossed your legs, positioning your body so it wasn't fully facing him. Harry seemed surprised by this sudden shift in your mood, but he didn’t comment.

A little later, as your desserts were served, he looked at you, “I like chocolate cake too, especially with pistachio sauce. We have similar tastes,” grinning at you.

You looked at him and then at the waiter. “I don’t want this,” you said angrily.

“But ma'am, you ordered it,” the poor man replied sheepishly.

“I’ve changed my mind,” you said. “I’ll go with the tiramisu,” you added after a quick look at the menu, making sure to glance away casually.

“Sure, I’ll change it right away,” he said, taking your plate and walking back.

“Are you all right?” Harry asked, concern creeping into his voice.

“I’m great,” you lied, forcing a fake grin.

He didn’t ask any further questions, but he seemed to suspect something had changed. When the waiter brought your dessert, you decided to eat it rudely. You were sure Harry would be disgusted as you devoured your dessert quickly and rather rudely as if you were starving. You didn’t look at him again until you finished your plate. When you finally glanced up, your stomach feeling a bit nauseous, the look on his face was not what you had expected. He was smiling at you admiringly.

What the hell was that? 

Shouldn’t he have shown disgust or displeasure, just like the people at the next table who were staring at you with disdain?

But not Harry, not him. Why, God, why? 

As if teasing you, he laughed and reached for a napkin on the table, wiping the remnants of dessert from the corner of your lips. “You’ve got quite the sweet tooth, don’t you, sweet girl?”

How could he be so nice, even after everything? 

“Want to eat mine too?” he joked again. Clearly, you were amusing him instead of grossing him out. Ugh, just what you needed. Why was this so hard? 

“It’s the cream in it,” you said, a bit defensive. If you were going to get into a battle of words, you might as well dive in. 

When he looked at you, confused, you thought you saw a glimmer of hope. Maybe you could annoy him with your gourmet knowledge. 

“The Marsala wine is in the cream; it’s a secret recipe,” you said, trying to sound smart. 

Harry paused eating his dessert, rested his elbow on the table, and gave you an admiring look. “Interesting. I didn’t know you were into cooking. That wasn’t in the info.” That familiar warm smile was back.

Crap. Another mess-up. 

“I get it—you’re keeping it under wraps from your dad. I want you to feel comfortable talking about your hobbies when you’re with me.” 

When you’re with him? Damn, that was supposed to be the first and last time you saw him. You started playing with your fingers in your hair out of nervousness. 

Think, think, think. All you had left was to use the only card you had.

“Look, Harry, I’ll be frank. I don’t plan to see you again.”

Suddenly, he stopped. “Didn’t you like me?” he asked softly.

Was it possible not to like this man? But damn it, you had to lie. You looked away; it was hard to read his expression.

“You’ve probably heard about me from the tabloids. I’m not the type of woman to get attached to just one man. My father put me up to this matchmaker thing; I didn’t intend to.” You admitted this indirectly. He deserved a little honesty, didn’t he? “I’ve had and will have many men in my life. I don’t plan to get married. I mean, you’re not special. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.” 

When you looked at his face timidly, you realized you got the reaction you had been waiting for since the beginning of the night. His smile vanished; his expression hardened, and the color of his eyes darkened. 

But why did your heart squeeze when you should have felt relieved?

When they brought your coat, you thanked them and turned to Harry for the last time. You would probably never see him again. You felt fortunate to have had the chance to meet and get to know this man, even briefly. He would probably forget you anyway; why would he remember you? 

“Can I give you a ride home so we can end things on a good note?” he asked, sounding a bit unsure.

You definitely didn’t see that coming. You paused, trying to figure out what to say. It would’ve been easier to just say no, but his eyes were so mesmerizing that if he’d asked you to spill all your secrets right then, you might have done it without even thinking.

“Sure,” you replied, feeling shy.

When the valet brought Harry's car around, your jaw dropped. This black, late-model Mercedes Benz S was probably worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. Your interest in cars stemmed from your childhood; your mother always complained that you didn't like dresses and jewelry like other girls—rather, you liked cars. It was clear you were different, and you had always been that way.

Just like the situation you found yourself in now. Maybe there was something wrong with you.

The two of you were silent the entire ride. You didn’t look directly at him, but you could feel his gaze on you out of the corner of your eye. However, you were more captivated by the interior of the car. When would you ever get to ride in such a luxury vehicle again? It wouldn’t hurt to take a closer look. As you glanced towards his side to check out the control panel and see how much horsepower the car had, he caught your eye, causing you to quickly turn your head away. You had to suppress your curiosity.

"We’ll turn right here," you said as you approached the junction. Down the street, the giant mansion loomed, so close to your destination. You stole a quick glance at him, realizing this might be the only time you would see this man in person. You wanted to remember his handsome face. 

Suddenly, Harry slammed on the brakes, and the car screeched to a halt. Your eyes widened in surprise as you looked at him, startled that he had stopped so abruptly near the mansion. What had caused him to suddenly halt? He didn’t say a word, just stared at you, and his eyes seemed to communicate something intense. Was he angry and no longer wanting your company? 

You unbuckled your seatbelt and reached for the door handle, only to find it locked.

“Stay still,” he said as he unlocked the car doors. 

What was he implying? He walked around the front of the car, reached your side, and opened your door. 

Was this chivalry? If so, why did he stay away from the mansion?

“Aren’t you getting out?” His voice was kinda cold.

You didn’t know how to respond. You stepped out of the car without saying a word.

“Thanks for the ride—” 

Suddenly, he grabbed your arm—not roughly, but with a firm, questioning grip. His gaze was intense, but why did he look that way? Had he figured it all out? Maybe he was about to confront you for making a fool of yourself. After all, you had been willing to be open, and now you felt you deserved it. But you didn’t have the courage to meet his eyes, so you lowered your head. 

“You were lying, weren’t you?”

Shit. 

You swallowed hard; this was the moment you had dreaded.

“I-I…”

What were you going to say? How would you even say it?

You were fucked.

Suddenly, Harry pinched your chin with one hand, forcing you to look at him while his other hand rested on your waist. He tilted his head toward you, his hot breath brushing against your face, making your heart race. His lips were dangerously close to yours, and you could feel your throat going dry. What the hell was he going to do? Kissing you or scolding you? After what felt like an eternity, he pulled you closer by the arm around your waist and kissed you.

It had been a long time since you kissed someone, so you were almost shocked by his sudden kiss. No matter how hard you tried to stop yourself, you finally closed your eyes and surrendered to him completely. Your surrendering gave him courage and he deepened the kiss, his hot tongue licking your lips and forcing them apart. While his expert hand lingered on the swell of your breasts teasingly, you moaned and opened your mouth for him and when his tongue touched yours, you could still taste the chocolate from the dessert he had just eaten. 

But suddenly, Harry pulled his head back, breaking the kiss and all contact. Instinctively mesmerized, you leaned forward, eyes closed and mouth agape. When you finally opened your eyes, you caught him snickering, and as the embarrassment of the situation hit you, you wished you could disappear. You instinctively pressed your hand to your burning lips and pressed hem together. Harry licked his lips and grinned. "Just as I predicted. You lied to me. There's no way another man has touched you recently."

For a second, your mind went blank, and you just stared at him, blinking in confusion. What the heck did he mean by that? "Y-you... w-what..." Great, now you couldn't even put together a simple sentence.

What next?

Just then, your phone started ringing. When you opened your purse to get it, Harry reached for it before you could. Fortunately, you had saved Melanie in your phone under a special nickname, not her real name. Harry laughed, raising his eyebrows in surprise and amusement. "Trouble?"

Yes, you had saved her as trouble.

"Can you hand my phone back, please?" you said, holding out your hands, but he caught them with one hand and gently pushed them away. 

“Your trouble can wait,” he said, rejecting Melanie’s call. He dialed a number on your phone, but realized what he was doing when his own phone started ringing.

“There, now you have my number,” he said, handing your phone back to you.

You frowned and grabbed your phone angrily, "What makes you think I’d actually call you?" 

Harry shrugged, pursing his lips. “Shouldn't I call you before I come to pick you up for our next date? I guess I could just come by your house and honk the horn instead.” 

“What?” you exclaimed.

He grinned.

You took a deep breath to release some of your tension. “Harry, why are you doing this? There won’t be a next date; I told you that.”

“One chance,” he said firmly.

“A chance of what?” 

"I want you to give me a chance. A real date. If, at the end of the night, you still feel the same way, I promise you’ll never see me again."

You shook your head. "But why? You’re a man who can have any woman you want. You’re rich, handsome, and kind—why waste your time on someone who doesn’t want you?"

You saw something in his brown eyes, something you couldn’t quite identify, but it was intense. “Because you're different from others,” he said sharply. “True, women are not unattainable for me; they are always around. But what I want is someone special, and I feel that you are the one. There’s something about you that has ignited something in me I haven't felt in a long time. I must admit, I'm surprised; I never thought I’d be attracted to you after reading the news about you, but it seems I was wrong. Can you give me a chance? Please?”

Oh, Harry, there’s so much you don’t know, you thought. Your heart was fluttering at the thought of saying yes, but how could you? How dare you? You weren’t Melanie, the daughter of a wealthy businessman; you were just an ordinary girl.

“You know I won’t leave without hearing your answer, right?” He grunted.

Just then, you heard a car approaching, and you freaked out. That was Melanie’s dad’s car. Your heart nearly stopped.

“You have to go, like, now!” you yelled in a panic.

“First, say yes,” he replied, frowning.

"Si, yes, okay, alright! But please, go now!" you urged, pushing him toward the back of his car. He chuckled in response.

You crouched down to hide your face as the other car drove toward the mansion and pulled him down with you.

“I want you to know I’ve never done anything like this in my life,” he admitted, snickering.

“Is that so funny?” you snapped.

"Okay, I get that you don’t want your dad to see us like this, and I’m curious why, but since you said yes, I’ll be a good guy and leave."

“Yes you do that,” you said with a sigh.

Harry took his phone out of his pocket and waved it before getting into his car. “You’d better answer it when I call,” he said, getting inside. He winked at your puzzled expression and started the engine. His car quickly disappeared from sight along the road. You turned toward the mansion, exhaled deeply, and murmured to yourself.

“I'm so fucked.”

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[lemonmaid]

A snip i need to get out of my head before bed. (Warnings pregnant reader, not proofed read, I'm so fucking tired)

Poly 141 x pregnant reader.

When you told the boys that you were pregnant, many many emotions but not one was negative towards you.

Johnny was excited, immediately thinking of names and happy that they almost have enough people for a football team (john thinks rugby would be a better sport but who is asking).

Simon who is immediately nervous due to his own family issues, he knows therapy can help with this but he'll be damn if he is ever like his father.

Kyle who is immediately thinking why it is important to know who the father is, even if he isn't the bio dad he is still gonna buy the proper hair products just in case.

John who is already crying, he is a big papa bear now and he couldn't be more happy.

Over the course of your pregnancy, the boys are literally waiting hand and foot for you.

Simon refuses to let you do anything on your own. You want to help with the nursery? No sit down and rest. You need to bend down and grab something you dropped? Nah call him even if he is at work.

John is up your ass about you doing exercises and taking your prenatal vitamins. He wakes you up at eight in the morning to do a light work out for your core muscle then makes you wind down for bed by 9 pm.

Johnny is always ready to make a snack run, even if John is against it, hell he even got back up emergency snacks in the car. Even though you all share an Alaskan king bed, reach over and shove him awake so he can do a quick errand.

Kyle is always with you when you are shopping, 100% he will agree with you on any clothing for the baby, you want the cutest expensive baby towel that is good for eczema? No problem. You think we should do cloth diapers? You're absolutely right, save nature.

When you have to get a body pillow/pregnancy pillow to support your stomach the boys are upset that they can't cuddle you without the pillow being in the way (or the little shit kicks them and it hurts you).

The boys love, LOVE it when you wear tight shirts, I mean look at that adorable bump and Jesus christ your breast have gotten so big.

Speaking of breast, Johnny is always looking at you like a kicked dog when you don't let him "help" you pump.

Please tell them when something hurts. Because these boys take everything too serious. When you started having braksion hicks, they were so paranoid. It got to a point where when you were in labor you didn't tell them untill they were 5 minutes apart. Which freaked them out, rushing you to the hospital.

The boys are 100% supportive of your birth plan, they really are.

But as soon as the contractions hit and they see your pained expression, they are immediately second guessing.

John is bluntly telling you to take the epidural.

Simon is rubbing your back telling you that there is no reward for having a natural birth.

But, you progress, practicing your breathing exercises, you've been training for this moment. You decided to bounce and roll on the yoga ball that was offered in the room, it help with the pressure.

Johnny is the one who has been trying to sneak you food, happy wife (or partner) happy life. But Kyle is nagging him how you cannot have food when you are close to labor (you're only 2 cm and it's been four hours).

Simon is encouraging you to sleep and rest, when you obviously can't Johnny is helping you recheck the diaper bag for the tenth time that night.

Kyle who is walking with you up and down the hall, purposely walking down the hall with the window where you can see the other newborns.

John who is now having panic attack, 'oh god I'm going to be a father'.

When it's finally time to start pushing, one of the nurses tries pushing out the others, thinking that John is the father. It wasn't untill your midwife told them to leave them be and that they can stay.

Simon and John who are holding your hands as you pushed, Johnny is playing with your hair to help distract you from the pain and Kyle is wiping your forehead.

When everyone hears the sharp cry that echoes in the room, the gasp is heard, when the newborn is placed on your chest, they can't help but shed a tear.

Simon and Johnny are telling you that you did an amazing job. Kyle is kissing your head, comforting your cries, John is watching the nurses every move with the newborn.

They all couldn't be more happier.

[docdudo]

Hybrid 141 As Parents - Foster Human Child!Reader (Part 6)

It was getting colder, the days shorter, the nights longer... which meant, you were now stuck with John and Simon buying clothes.

You all ate relatively quickly before that, considering you barely munched in a small burger and fries before giving all the rest to Simon, and soon enough, you were all in a children's clothing store.

You insisted that you didn't really need many clothes, maybe just a jacket, since you didn't have one, and going out without a jacket in this temperature is pratically a death sentence for a human.

So, at first, you did agree to buying clothes, they did seem worried too, so you figured, why not?

But at this point, as you watched them get way more than you first imagined, you were starting to panick a bit.

"I-I really don't need that many, r-really...!"

"There's no way we are letting you out when it's getting close to snowing without proper winter clothing." John huffs slightly, his voice sounding rough this way. "I know how delicate humans are to the weather, you need gloves, thick socks, beanies, warm jackets, pantyhoses..." He lists casually, not even looking your direction as he goes through the toddler's section of the clothing store.

You could only feel yourself being gently bounced on Simon's arms as he tries to reason with you.

"We do have a few clothes from our kids' younger years. But it's not that many, and we don't have socks, or gloves, or beanies, this small anymore."

You frown a bit in nervousness, not sure about all this, but there's little you could do against the stubborness of a dragon.

"Okay, this should be enough." John smiles, taking the bag of clothing to the cash register.

You sigh a little, tiredly leaning against Simon. You got used to him carrying you around, considering he has been doing this for a few hours without tiring at all.

And you also got used to the stares people threw your way... and the coos and aww's too....

But at this point, you were tired. So freaking tired. You weren't one to usually go out, like, ever. So, here you were, drooping slightly against Simon, your breathing getting slower.

"I know, I know, we're going back after this." Simon murmured close to your ear, adjusting your position on his arms so you could lean more against his chest and shoulder, a heavy, giant hand rubbing against your small back.

"Mhm... why... why didn't... the others come too...?" You mumble softly, not managing to contain yout curiosity any longer as you watched John pay for the clothes a few feet away.

"Johnny and Kyle are making last minute adjustments to the house." Simon answers simply, even tho you clearly had a confused expression on your face now.

"Adjustments....?"

"Just some simple stuff. Do you remember how you had to use a car seat to get here due to your height? We got the car seat before, but we still had to do some repairs around the house to be a better fit to your size."

"T-That's... Ah... o-okay..." You nod quietly, not knowing what to say to that.

Tho, you were pretty curious to know what kind of adjustments they did around the house.

"Ready to go?" John asks as he comes back close to you.

"Yeah. The kid's tired." Simon nods easily, already starting to make his way back to the parking lot, John right behind him.

"Of course they are. Let's hurry home then."

After waking up, strapped to the car seat as you felt the car come to a stop, John gently unbuckled you and set your feet on the ground, pushing you softly so you could go into the direction of the entrance, where both Johnny and Kyle were already waiting for you.

"Wee lass, come 'ere!!" Johnny smiles excitedly, only to scoop you up from the ground as soon as you got close enough.

It seems he couldn't hold his instincts in any longer. But... that's okay, considering you were in Simon's arms just some time ago.

Johnny immediatly started to nuzzle into you, taking you inside the house as his tail wagged behind him easily.

"Do ya wanna play with me, pup?" He asks, soft, but excited at the same time.

"They're tired, Johnny." Simon says as goes inside, giving a kiss to Kyle as they pass by eachother, John coming right behind with the things they bought. "Put them to nap a lil'."

Johnny pouts a little, ears pressing down and tail stopping.

"I really wanted to play with the pup..." He almost whines, holding you closer to him.

He felt so damn warm...

"Tav, remember when we had the babies for the first time?" Kyle comments, a soft smile on his face. "Imagine it's like that once again. No playing yet."

"Aye, aye." He sighs, and you try to contain a blush at how they talked about you like you weren't even there. "Time to sleep, yeah, pup? Maybe a bit of cuddles?" The hand that wasn't holding you against him goes to your wrist as he gently pushed his hand under your sweater sleeve, frowning a bit as he felt that you were indeed a bit cold. "Yeah, cuddles, pup. Warm yah right up, yeah?"

He was murmuring softly like he was deep in his instincts, that damn babyish talk coming out once again as the werewolf walked easily all the way back to your room and went inside, closing the door behind him, not bothering to turn on the lights.

"Need warm clothes now, saw that John got you some, very good..." He mumbled like he wasn't even talking to you, affected by his protective instincts. "Gloves, and a wool beanie, wee pup... all bundled up, and warm... let's get warm, yeah? Let's lay down, here..."

And he took you straight to the middle of the room, where the nest carved into the ground was. He didn't even hesitate as he simply threw himself onto the soft blankets and pillows, laying against them confortably and immedaitly putting you against his warm side, tucked between his chest and arm, pulling a blanket to tuck you in gently.

You could barely process what was happening, but you let him, actually feeling... confortable. It was warm, he was warm, and the weird nest thing was definetly soft. And you were tired... so tired, you spend a long time out of the house...

It wasn't a surprise that you fell asleep quickly against him, swearing that you could hear some kind of weird noise and fell some kind of weird vibration by your side. Do werewolves purr?

Well, you could always search later. Right now, you were busy napping against the big and warm werewolf, who thrilled and cooed happily at you.

Part 5 / Part 7

[drgnflyteabox]

a little continuation of this. john price x cashier fem!reader. verbal abuse, anxiety, yelling, hurt/comfort, price comes to your retail rescue<3<3 1.4k words

The only good part of a 5am wakeup is watching the sunrise slowly climb the sky.

There’s a quiet sort of tiredness that lets you appreciate it more — and though the lot associates have made a joke about the morning crew and their sunrise photos, there’s an element of truth there that’s both funny and a little beautiful.

It’s a drag to wait outside the doors for a manager to open them, trying not to make eye contact with the early-bird oldies and the impatient contractors who think they should just be allowed in before everyone else based on the amount of money they spend.

When the doors open and the 6am hardware warriors stroll in, ready and chipper, you’re half asleep leaning against your counter.

Another good thing about the early shift is the lack of uptight managers. None of them want to wake up before ten, so you’re safe to lean and lounge while waiting for customers.

A call comes through your earpiece after a few customers, nearing the cusp of 8am.

”Hey, we’ve got the guy coming your way,” your head cash – Lisa – says, voice crackling in the mic. The guy is a rude jerkoff, some contractor who thinks abusing staff is the way to get good service and better prices.

What’s worse is that your managers allow it. In fact, you get warnings like this all the time. The guy is here, the guy has a big order, make sure to cash him out fast or he’ll start shouting. Be pleasant. Smile.

The guy is walking down the store lumber aisle with a pinched expression on his face and two other employees dragging his stacked carts behind him.

You try to ignore his caustic vibes, thinking instead of the pink, purplish sunrise you’d seen earlier. Clouds like magic, cotton candy, floating above you 

You ignore the incessant tapping of his feet, the annoyed groan he makes when you lift a package of insulation up and find flat saw blades.

Sure, you can’t accuse him of stealing. But you can make a cheery, passive aggressive comment–

“Oops, I guess you forgot these!” you chirp, scanning them a little slower than necessary. It’s not mature, but it does make you feel a little better. Nice try, bozo.

Playing the idiot cashier helps with these types. Why are you mad, sir? I’m just a cashier? And though you could answer more questions than you do, you don’t. Playing the ditz makes life easy.

Lisa’s definitely judged you for it, but hey. She’s not stuck at the register like you are.

Sometimes, it works. You get a scowl, but they’ll go quiet. Sometimes.

Today, it backfires.

“Excuse me?” 

Oh here we go, you think. It’s way too early for this.

“What was that, sir?” you play dumb, voice squeaking.

“Are you accusing me of stealing?” his volume raises. You see redness crawling up his neck. Fuck.

“No, no, I only meant–” you try to backtrack. Fuck, fuck. This is the result of your hubris. Your reasoning flies out through the massive lumber area doors as his rage climbs.

“No? No? Because I think you just accused me of stealing. Do you understand how much I spend here, you moron?”

“I do, I didn’t mean to imply–”

“Get me a fucking manager, now,” he snaps. God, you have no clue if he acts like this to get his way, to get discounts, or if he’s really this angry half the time he comes in.

Regardless, the effect is real. You’ve never been good with anger, and you’re shaking a little as you press the call button on your pager.

“C-Can I please have a manager down to lumber cash?” you broadcast to the store.

All you can think of is looking away from his angry gaze while you wait. Oh, a bubble bath – you have an aloe and green tea bubble bath packet at home waiting for you.

Hot water. Bubble bath. Manager to fix this mess. Maybe a hot chocolate after work?

A couple minutes pass. Longest minutes of your life.

No answer. The guy taps his foot, sighing loudly, angrily. You try again.

“Can I please have a manager down to lumber cash?”

Oh fuck, is that someone else in line? You turn away bodily, speaking again into your mic. Trying to look like you’re doing something about the wait.

Another couple minutes. Despair washes over you like a cold blanket of snow.

“Need a manager at lumber cash,” you try.

Typical, really. Lisa is likely on break, and you have no idea who’s managing the store at the moment.

You imagine it’s likely Cody, who’s good with contractors like this because he's personable but he’s also lazy it almost cancels out. Also, he takes a smoke break every 5 minutes.

And never takes his pager.

“What the fuck is taking so long?” you hear behind you.

“I’m sorry,” you say, turning. “My manager is busy at the moment but–”

“Busy?” his voice is like a gunshot in the airy space, an absurd volume for the time.

“Yes–”

“Do you know–”

A third voice cuts in.

“Think you better learn a little patience, mate,” British?

Oh, shit. It’s that guy from before. He’s got one hip a little cocked, a frown on his face like he’s smelled something bad. His boonie hat is titled down, nearly covering his eyes. You can see them because you’re shorter than he is.

“Excuse me? And who are you? Mind your business,” the guy says.

“I think you’d better let the nice girl check me out while you wait,” he motions for you towards the parallel cash desk, and you’re grateful to just follow.

You scurry away from the guy faster than is appropriate, calling out again as you cross the open space towards the other cash desk for a manager.

You can only hope they arrive while you’re helping this one. John Price, you think his name was. He's a memorable man. Him and his moustache and his expensive company.

John Price has left the guy flabbergasted. He also has twice as many carts as him, and when your eyes widen to see them he just says take your time in a smooth, deep voice.

Oh man.

You do take your time, already calmer for John’s presence. Strange maybe to feel safe in the company of a stranger, a contractor no less, but it’s a nice change of pace.

Beep, beep. You scan methodically. John has no hidden items, and he doesn’t pressure you. He leans up against his lumber order and watches you check underneath things, under the cart, doing everything you’re trained to do.

“Start early?” he asks.

“Hm?” you lift your head. “Oh, yes. 6am.”

He whistles.

“Hard worker, I see,” he helps you lift a heavy bag of concrete.

“Thank you,” Marx look away, you think. Your face is only a little hot.

Cody strolls in the lumber doors missing his apron and – you guessed it – his pager. You fix him with a look as he smiles in greeting.

“Need a manager when you’re free,” you rush. Cody is nice, but you’re kinda miffed now.

“Oh, sure,” he says, walking by you toward the breakroom.

John Price raises a brow.

“Not everyone’s up to the task, eh?”

You feel hot again.

“It’s just early.”

John smiles. He looks remarkably silly doing it, you think. His facial hair makes him look approachable, cuddly. Like a teddy bear.

John’s order totals double the guy, which isn’t really a victory for you but it feels like one. Ha! See, you aren’t the richest guy here. You feel vindicated. Cody looks miserable cashing him out, which makes you just a little guilty.

“Will that be cash or card?” you ask, finger hovering on the POS.

He pays with card. You certainly do not notice how he cradles the machine. You aren’t that down bad.

Only you are, and his fingers are huge. His knuckles are hairy.

When you go to hand him the receipts, printed twice for record keeping, he manages to slip a 50 into your hand before you notice.

“Oh, no! I’m not allowed to–”

He folds those big bear paws over your hand, enclosing the cash in it with a sh sh sh as you protest.

“For the trouble,” he winks.

“You didn’t give me any trouble,” you try. The warmth of his palm, the roughness of his calluses. You’re a goner.

He chuckles, and you wonder how he can be both so intense and so disarming.

“You know what I mean, sweetheart,” he squeezes your hand, pushing it gently back towards you until you can put it in your apron pocket.

“Thank you,” you squeeze out.

“Don’t let him get to you,” he says.

“I’ll try,” you thank God or the universe or whoever that Cody and the guy finished a while ago.

“Attagirl.”

Yeah, you’re a goner.

[girlfromflor]

part 9 | supersoldiers!141 x f!reader

cw: +18 sexual content - ageless blogs and minors DNI

the first day of your period goes quite well despite the boys’ clear discomfort from your cramps and their inexperience in balancing it out between them. so does the second day – that being completely free of drama. by the third day of your period, you start to feel the slow rise of your libido. it’s subtle and non-problematic – just the normal amount of horniness you feel after a week without any type of stimulation –, the boys don’t even notice it and you try your max to keep it at that, the last thing you need now is to deal with them wanting your first time together to be during your period. the fourth day goes by just as smoothly as the others, with the lot of you driving towards a nearby concrete forest – what you call the now empty places that used to be cities. it’s calm as you do the standard procedure of checking some buildings and collecting samples of the weeds and other plants that had grown in the place, gathering enough information to compose a report to send to your base’s lab.

your peace and quiet don’t last long, the fifth day comes and with it comes someone else’s insatiable lust. you wake up because of it, someone was jerking off really fucking early in the morning and you didn’t even had to make wild guesses about who was awake at that ungodly hour – you and simon were always the ready first for a reason. it’s mean of you, but you’re a bit delighted by the idea that he hasn’t finished – you’d know if he did – because he most likely woke everyone up with that. it’s a bit past dawn when you dare to leave your place, meeting kyle and johnny halfway through the path to the clearing.

“hi, guys,” you greet, giving each one of them a peck on the lips before falling into step beside gaz. “where’s captain price?” it’s clear by your voice that you’re in a happy mood – probably because today’s the last day of your period, they think – and that makes the boys happy too – literally.

kyle is giggling with johnny, who answers, “he woke up early today, left before dawn with simon.” they exchange a knowing look before kyle changes the subject, “don’t let him hear you calling him that, by the way. at least not today.”

“‘captain price’? why? he doesn’t like it?” you laugh, distracted, failing to discern the double meaning of his words. they both laugh saying that it was something like that, the three of you falling in a light atmosphere – much different from what’s surrounding john and simon when you reach the clearing. not again, you think, before realizing that they are not in a sour mood, per se. it was more of a tensioned type of mood, like they are on edge – like they did something wrong and were afraid of getting caught. you narrow your eyes but say nothing, opting to stretch and follow your instructions quietly.

it isn’t until you’re gathering your things to get back to your houses that you hear john talking with simon. “good job behaving today, baby. ‘m sure kyle will love to give you what you want.”

“you’re really mean for doing that, y’know?” comes simon’s voice, gruff and pouty. he keeps complaining as he follows john past you.

“you weren’t exactly good either, were you?” john answers, his teasing tone doing this to your insides. you stop in your tracks as john turns around to look at you, caught eavesdropping their conversation. he laughs, shaking his head. “i swear, you’re all the same.”

you’ve gathered the dots by now, summing their conversation with your short convo with the others earlier and you can’t help your sharp tone as you talk back, “gonna edge me too, captain?” you tone nonchalant as you walk until you’re side by side, motioning with your hand for them to walk with you. but john holds your forearm, preventing you from walking.

“certainly looks like that’s what you’re looking for, sweetheart,” he’s serious, but not in that scary captain way, more like when he calls kyle and johnny out for making out instead of doing the dishes. “are you?”

“no, sir,” you reply, a wave of lust that is not coming from you settling in and you turn to glare at simon for putting you all in this situation. it doesn’t help that you’re naturally more willing to fall into that type of spiral during your period, and you can already feel the urge to rub your thighs together – which doesn’t help your case, since you’re still bleeding. john chuckles before saying “good,” letting you go and walking a few steps ahead of you and simon, joining johnny as kyle slows his steps to grab simon’s hand – the two of them are definitely up to something.

you pass by your house to gather a change of clothes before heading towards their cabin, not seeing anyone on the first floor as you enter the place. you hear running water as you walk past john’s door, knowing he’s showering with an open door – like always, an odd habit to you when you first noticed it, but now completely normal. you catch sight of kyle’s half opened door and reach a hand to rest in the wood, about to push it fully open so you can walk in to shower in his bathroom as usual. but then you hear a familiar sound – an all too known gasp, that you recognize being simon’s. you peek inside the room, taking in the scene in front of you: kyle laying down flat on his back, both his arms resting behind his head as simon bounces on his lap, broad frame moving up and down on the sergeant’s cock as he lets out small cries and pleas. you have to cover your mouth to contain a sound of surprise, biting your lip as you watch the scene like a movie, not daring to step inside. they must have been at it since they got home, because you can feel a knot beginning to form in your lower belly, your core pulsating at the image of kyle sitting up on the bed, his chest brushing against simon’s as his hands find the blond hips, helping his movements. they’re so big and they look so good together you have to take deep breaths to keep yourself in check, which clearly didn’t work. kyle is snapping his eyes to the door, catching your hidden frame and moaning loud enough for you to hear. simon – who is more in tune with kyle than you, because of their activity – feels a rush of intense pleasure, turning his head to the door as well. you couldn’t feel more embarrassed at being caught, but that doesn’t make you stop looking. you step inside the room just in time to watch simon cumming with a soft whine of gaz’s name, who gropes his thighs cumming as well – you feel it very intensely deep in your core, having to fight back the urge to roll your eyes in pleasure.

you stand silent, back pressed to ajar door as you wait for them to catch their breaths. you hear some giggling, raising your eyes to watch them move in the bed. there’s so much love between them that it makes your heart skip beats in your chest. they share a hug before kyle kisses simon on the lips – passionate, devoted –, leaving small, chaste pecks on his cheek and neck. simon gets up first, legs wobbly and frame clearly still buzzing with the effect of their shared orgasm, but instead of going to the bathroom like you thought he would, he walks over to you. you stare at him doe-eyed, trying really fucking hard not to stare at his naked frame as he stops in front of you with a soft smirk – not shit eating, just amused.

he’s about to say something, but kyle cuts him. “hey, doll?” it’s soft spoken and it has something weirdly twisting in your stomach – is it guilt? couldn’t possibly be. kyle is already too close for you to pretend you didn’t hear him, hugging simon from behind. “join me and si in the shower, c’mon,” he motions with his head for you to follow them. it’s not really a request, but you’re about to protest anyways. he doesn’t let you, “already let you shower alone last time, not happening today.”

kyle’s shower is big enough to fit all of you comfortably, but you have to be touching at all times because the space doesn't really allow it otherwise. you’re self-conscious, you quickly realize. not only because you’ve never indulged in such an intimate moment with them, you expected you’d have at least said ‘i love you’ to them by this point. it’s silly, of course, you’re sure they can tell you feel that – but it bothers you that you don’t voice it out, it makes it less real.

firstly, none of them have seen you naked yet, all the heavy petting and the times johnny and kyle fingered you – one time each – it was with you fully clothed. so, to be sandwiched between their naked bodies was a big jump for you. they try to seem like they don't mind it too much, but they do – and if they notice your plaguing thoughts, they don’t comment on it. but you know they can tell by the way they’re touching you. it’s not even sexual – once again, you’d know if it was –, you can feel their affection deep in your bones, the way they touch you like they wanted to live in your skin. you give them worship, it’s only right for them to do the same but that’s different for you, they know it since they felt your insecurity before even meeting you.

you enjoy the silence, definitely enjoying the touch of their skin on yours, the warm water making it so much more cozy. you giggle as you wash kyle’s back and simon’s head, they fight to wash your own hair, settling in simon putting on shampoo and kyle adding conditioner after your hair was rinsed. it’s light and it distracts you from your irrational fear of rejection. 

they can see that you’re at ease and take the moment to do their usual teasing. kyle is turning the water off as you grab your towel, trying to leave so you can get dried but simon stops you. “you have to pay a toll if you want t’leave, luvie,” the blond mumbles softly, in a playful tone. he pats his lips with his index twice for you to kiss him, and you do. no protest, no whining, you leave a long peck on his lips. then he points at kyle, who’s mimicking simo’s movements, jutting his lips out for you to kiss him and you giggle, lips not entirely kissing him as you laugh. you brush your lips together before leaving a final peck on his lips, saying “am i free now?” 

they both pretend to be thinking before you push simon jokingly, wrapping yourself in your towel to walk out of the small space. once you’re out, they exchange a glance and make a mental note to talk to john and johnny about your clear resistance in talking about your feelings. it was weird to feel your fear of rejection – like you weren’t one of them already – but they knew you couldn’t help it. they were together for so long before you even showed up, you thought maybe they’d never love you like they loved one another. when they step inside the room you’re already dressed and with your hair partially dried.

you help kyle apply cream on his body and lotion on his hair just to have an excuse to touch him some more before drying simon’s dripping hair with a smaller towel – and you did it with so much care that they questioned what they did to deserve you. as the three of you make your way downstairs, it’s not hard to hear the laughs coming from the living room. john is laying on the couch with johnny laying on top of him, they’re looking at each other like they’re seeing a celestial phenomena that takes their breaths away. you don’t question what’s on their mind and as they turn to look at your freshly showered frames with the same glint in their eyes, you know you don’t have to.

hopefully, you’ll find the courage to tell them you feel the same soon enough.

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[daydreamgoddess14]

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Dinner

Love on a plate.

Thank you @buckybarnesfic for the banana pudding suggestion, and @azriona's grandmother for the 1937 recipe 😘

Thunderbolts* / F!Reader, no warnings, just some domestic sweetness. Bucky x F!Reader brewing.

Word count: 3k (this one got away from me a little, but I hope you can see why 🥹)

Four days.

They’d been gone for four days.

It had taken two just to hear from them - Yelena managing a crackly call to say they were alive, still mid-mission. You’d barely left the tower since. Bob missed them too much, and the idea of him sitting in the empty penthouse by himself broke your heart.

So you stayed.

If you were honest, you needed the company as much as he did.

Four days of chess. Card games. Movies you half-watched. 

Four days of stress cooking. And stress cleaning.

The penthouse gleamed. The laundry room was empty. The floors practically shone.

It had been a few weeks since girls’ night. Since the tangle of karaoke and cocktails and waking up in Bucky’s shirt. Since something began to shift, quietly but undeniably.

With all of them.

John still teased you, but gently now, with an offhand affection. Ava let you see more than just bravado and cutting sarcasm. Yelena drifted in and out of the kitchen like she’d found somewhere she belonged. Bob didn’t flinch when you touched his arm, or when you told him he was doing great. He was more bitingly funny than you'd first realised, his sarcasm easily matching Ava now, but never cruelly. And his good days far outweighed his bad ones.

Alexei swaggered through the kitchen everyday like he’d just saved the world single-handedly, tossing you a wink and declaring you the true hero for having food ready. He fake-flirted shamelessly, calling you his “angel in an apron,” and you rolled your eyes, laughing when Yelena threatened to knock him out with a spoon.

But then there was Bucky.

Quieter. Observing more than speaking. His usual stillness was edged with something unfamiliar, something unsettled.

When your eyes met, the sound in the room seemed to dip, just slightly and each time you were never quite sure who looked away first.

You hadn’t expected to find a place here. But somewhere between the shared meals and small kindnesses, you had.

And now they were late coming home, and something in your chest wouldn’t unclench.

You and Bob were marathon baking. 

Muffins, tarts, cinnamon buns dripping with gooey, shiny icing. The radio was on and you were doing your best to distract each other from the waiting. 

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open noiselessly. Bob was on the move before you, making his way towards Yelena, scowling and limping. Alexei dumped his duffle bag in the middle of the room with a heavy sigh. You were drawn to Ava, being supported between John and Bucky. 

You reached for her first, a gentle hand on her cheek, then John, wordlessly scanning him for visible blood and wounds. While you looked at him, your hands moved from Ava to Bucky, your fingertips instinctively lingering on a tear in his tactical suit. Your eyes eventually caught up to your hand. You both froze, feeling his sharp intake of breath that didn't come from pain. He didn’t pull away. If anything he leaned in just the tiniest amount. 

Ava threw a wink in your direction. “We’re fine, babe.”

“Nothing permanent, anyway,” Yelena added, pulling your attention away from Bucky and into a warm hug. She smelled like gasoline and gunpowder.

You held her tighter than you meant to. She didn’t let go first.

John, hovering nearby, gave you a once-over, then opened his arms. “C’mere, chef. It's good to be back.”

You laughed, stepping into his hug. It was solid, familiar, and brief.

And when you pulled back, Bucky was still watching you. He hadn't moved. Hadn't spoken.

His expression was unreadable, hiding his relief at being home.

"Ugh I need to shower," Yelena sighed. "You smell like sugar and cinnamon, and I smell like shit!"

"You all get cleaned up, I'll start dinner."

"What's cooking tonight?" John asked immediately, "if I see one more protein bar I'm gonna dropkick something or someone."

"A welcome home surprise," you smiled. "And until then I've been stress baking so… you're welcome."

You gestured to the counter packed with treats.

Bucky brushed past you on the way to drop his gear, the faintest touch at your back as he passed.

John was already making a beeline for the muffins.

“God, I missed real food.”

Behind him, Bucky’s voice was quieter.

“You’ve been busy,” he muttered, as you put a still warm cinnamon bun on a plate for him and licked the icing from your fingers. His eyes followed the swipe of your finger, something darker there than you’d seen before. It made heat pool between your thighs.

“Had to keep me and Bob distracted somehow,” you laughed. It sounded false.

Bucky hummed, but it sounded a little strained. When you looked up, he was already looking away.

With snacks in hand, they all disappeared again to clean up and unpack. You persuaded Ava to sit down long enough for you to check her over. 

It wasn’t long before they trickled back, hair still damp, faces scrubbed clean. The kitchen buzzed with the hum of homecoming.

John was mid-story before he’d even finished cracking open a beer.

“I swear to God, if I hadn’t grabbed the intel when I did -”

Alexei barked a laugh. “You mean after I save your star-spangled ass?”

“You were unconscious!”

“Was a short moment!”

Yelena groaned, flopping onto a stool next to Bob. “Please, not this again.”

“I’m just saying,” John insisted, gesturing wildly with his bottle, “someone had to show a little initiative.”

“You set off two alarms,” Ava pointed out dryly. “That’s not initiative, John, that’s chaos.”

They laughed and it rippled through the kitchen, tired but warm. You caught yourself smiling, your heart full and soft as the weight of worry and uncertainty finally started to lift.

Alexei threw an arm around John’s shoulders and pointed dramatically. “Next mission, I work solo. No more babysitting, only the mighty Red Guardian!”

John just grinned and raised his bottle. “You’d miss me.”

“I'm not sure he would,” you teased, slapping his hand away as he tried to lift the lid on a mystery pan.

“C'mon, Chef! Just a hint, I smell hot sauce?”

“No hints!” You dodged him as he tried to flick the kitchen towel at the back of your knees. “Ow!”

The noise was chaotic and homely.

“Wait, where’s Barnes?” Ava asked, glancing around like Bucky might be hiding under the counter. “We can’t relive our glorious victory without Captain Broody.”

Alexei threw his arms up. “I need him. He is the only one appreciating my stories.”

“He’s probably hiding from you more like,” Yelena smirked, stealing one of the last muffins.

You smiled, but your eyes flicked toward the hallway. You hadn’t seen him since he’d taken his bun and disappeared.

Just as John went to holler for him again, footsteps sounded down the hall.

“I’m right here, idiots.” Heads turned as he stepped into the kitchen. Bucky’s eyes met yours just for a second. He smiled gently, then looked away.

“Now here is the daddy!” Alexei whooped.

You felt heat flood your cheeks.

The Russian was impossible to ignore - and worse, Bucky had definitely noticed your reaction, both to him and to Alexei’s outburst.

Your breath caught hard in your throat.

He looked unfair like this. Comfortable. Clean. Quietly lethal.

His steps slowed slightly as he passed behind you on the way to the fridge, close enough that you felt the warmth of him at your back. His voice brushed your ear, low and amused.

“Easy,” he murmured, not quite teasing. “You’ll burn the sauce.”

You hadn’t realized your hand was still hovering over the pot.

You dropped the spoon with a clatter.

The rest of the room carried on. No one noticed.

But he did.

And when you glanced back over your shoulder, he was already sipping from a bottle of beer and shaking his head at something Bob had said.

You reached for your own, your mouth suddenly dry.

John and Alexei were still recounting the mission, each claim getting bolder and more outrageous.

Bucky laughed, rubbing the back of his neck, incredulous at their bravado.

It was a good sound. A warm one. It settled in your chest like sunlight.

Ava leaned over and tapped the neck of her beer bottle against yours.

“Missed you,” she said quietly.

It was so unlike her that it caught you completely off guard. You blinked fast, breath catching.

“Me too,” you managed, your voice thin. 

“It's good to be home,” she nodded firmly. 

You could feel tears pricking in your eyes and tried to swallow down the thick tide of emotion that had hit you so suddenly. 

“I just need something from the pantry, be right back.”

It was all too much.

They’re here. They’re alive.

You'd been holding it together for four days, and now you could feel yourself beginning to unravel.

In the pantry, you pressed your palms to your eyes, trying to stop the tears before they started.

A choked sob escaped. You bit down on your knuckle, hard, hoping the music and laughter outside would be enough to cover it.

You couldn’t catch your breath. Your chest was rising and falling too fast, shallow and shaky. You pressed your back against the wall, eyes squeezed shut, trying not to make a sound.

The door opened softly behind you.

You didn’t hear footsteps, just the gentle hush of movement, and then arms wrapped around you.

Strong. Warm. Steady.

You didn’t have to look to know who it was. 

He said nothing. He didn’t need to.

Your hands fisted in his shirt, and you pressed your face into his chest. He held you like he’d been waiting to. His cool, vibranium palm moved slowly up and down your back, anchoring you, grounding you.

You sobbed silent, helpless shudders that wracked through your body like aftershocks. And he didn’t flinch or shift, just held on.

One big hand settled at the nape of your neck, his thumb brushing gently behind your ear.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart” he murmured eventually, so low it barely registered as sound. “You don’t have to hold it all together.”

You heard the boisterous laughter beyond the door and knew it wouldn't be long before they noticed that you had disappeared. That you and Bucky had disappeared.

“I just - Bob and I were so worried,” you said quietly once you'd gotten your breath back.

You felt him nod against your temple, the fabric of his shirt warm against your cheek. He didn’t offer hollow reassurances. 

“I know,” he said softly. “Lena said you stayed here?”

You let out a tiny, watery laugh against his chest, “couldn't leave Bob on his own, he was the only one keeping me sane.”

“And here I thought it was the other way around.”

His hand slid from your back to your arm, and when he pulled away just enough to see your face, his eyes searched yours like he was making sure you were really ok.

“I should… go back in,” you whispered, already missing the weight of his arms.

He didn’t let go right away. “Take a second.”

Your breath hitched again at the care in his voice.

“We’re all here,” he said, so gently it almost undid you again. “You don’t have to rush back.”

But still, he didn’t stop you when you straightened, smoothing your hands down your shirt. You caught sight of your reflection in one of the stainless steel shelves. Your cheeks were flushed, you felt like a mess of emotion.

He stepped back just enough to let you breathe, but stayed close, a steadying presence.

“Thanks,” you said, voice small.

Bucky gave a little nod, his eyes soft but unreadable.

Then, as you turned to reach for the door handle, his hand brushed lightly against yours. Not stopping you. Just… a touch. A reminder.

You didn’t pull your hand away right away.

Neither did he.

For a second, the only sound was the thrum of voices and music beyond the door, and the hush of your breath finally settling.

When you looked up, he was already looking at you.

There was something new in his eyes. Something quiet. You opened your mouth - to say what, you weren’t sure - but then someone laughed loudly just outside and the spell broke.

You both stepped back at the same time.

You offered him a shy smile. “Thanks… for not letting me fall apart.”

He held your gaze for a second longer, then gave a faint shrug. “Pretty sure you're stuck with us now.”

Then, softly, with the faintest hint of amusement, “Besides, if you fall apart, who’s gonna yell at Alexei for not giving up on the Daddy thing?”

You let out a breath of laughter, the moment easing just enough to breathe again.

“Someone has to keep him in line,” you giggled, opening the pantry door and blinking into the golden light of the kitchen.

By the time you returned from the pantry, the noise had only grown. Alexei was recounting something wildly exaggerated, John shouting over him with corrections no one believed, and Ava howling with laughter on the stool like it didn’t still hurt to move.

You slipped back into the space like you’d never left, like you belonged here. 

Yelena squinted at you, then smirked when Bucky followed a few seconds later. 

“Dinner's nearly done,” you told them all. 

Bob laid the table. John grabbed another round of beers while Alexei loudly restocked the fridge. Then they all dropped into chairs and watched you work your magic.

You noticed Bucky hadn’t taken his eyes off you. It made your hands tremble, threw off your rhythm.

He wasn't remotely subtle about it.

John noticed. “Mom’s fussing again,” he teased.

“She’s not your mom,” Bucky replied shortly.

The sounds of the hot plate sizzling filled the air and you brought over the first tray of food. 

“She made buffalo wings, pal, my favourite!” John bit back at Bucky.

With the tray safely on the table, you swiped your hand across the back of his head. 

“Call me Mom one more time, Walker and you'll be wearing the wings.” You warned with a smile. 

“You're making cheeseburgers?” Alexei asked, halfway out of his seat. “I love American cheeseburger! With the little pickles and the plastic cheeses.” 

You flipped the burgers and came over with another side dish.

“Looks like I'm the favourite, Walker. Mac and cheese!” Yelena called up the table victoriously. 

The mac and cheese was followed quickly by another tray.

“Chips?” Ava marveled. “Not stupid skinny fries?”

“What's wrong with fries?”

“What's right with fries, Bob? This is how you cook a fucking potato.” Golden, chunky cut, triple fried chips. Ava pinched one and took a bite. “Oh, fuck me that's good! Have you got any -” 

Before she could finish, you sent a bottle of vinegar through the air which Yelena caught with ease.

“Ugh, really?” She grimaced. 

“Don't knock it till you've tried it! Besides, don’t you heathens pickle everything anyway?”

You brought over the tray of burgers last, cheese melting, pickles stacked, toasted buns still warm from the oven. Alexei groaned like he’d seen God.

“You cooked for each of us,” John said when he looked around the table, almost surprised.

“She's been planning it for days,” Bob said proudly. He gave you a small, crooked smile. “Kind of your thing, huh?”

You just smiled, brushing your hands on a tea towel, watching them all dig in.

But Bucky didn’t move.

You caught the furrow in his brow, the faint crease between his eyes as he looked at the table and saw what you'd done. 

It wasn’t just dinner.

It was belonging and love, served in courses.

A place for each of them - a plate, a chair, a part to play.

You could have bottled the blissful sighs as everyone tucked in. Sharing their favourites with each other.

Sharing the love.

He didn't say much during dinner, but afterwards, when you placed desert on the table, Bucky stopped in his tracks. 

He didn’t reach for it right away. Just stared for a second, spoon in hand.

“Is that banana pudding? Shit, I haven't had that for years,” John stared. 

“We found a recipe from 1937,” Bob said with a smile, “as the taste tester, it was… not great.”

“Poor Bob never wants to see banana pudding again,” you laughed. “It took some perfecting to get it up to scratch, and I was not about to go for some god awful steamed carrot pudding option!”

Bucky's gaze lifted to yours. Quiet and steady. Grateful. And that was enough to make your heart swell with pride.

After dinner, they all drifted toward the couches, the lull of full stomachs and quiet contentment settling over the room.

You stood to start clearing up, but before you could even lift a plate, Bucky was there. His shoulder brushed yours as he reached for a tray.

“You don’t have to,” you murmured. “You’re beat. I can -”

“You cooked,” he said simply, stacking dishes. “Least I can do.”

The silence between you was gentle, companionable. But you felt the current under the surface. The heat of his nearness.

“You ok?” he asked after a beat, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

“I’m fine,” you lied, cheeks flushed.

His voice dropped, soft and knowing.

“You sure? You’re warm.”

A pause. His eyes flicked to your lips, just briefly. “...You running a fever, doll?”

You froze.

You’d had your suspicions, of course - your pulse rate, every catch of your breath, every hot flush. Did he know?

You busied yourself with a dish, needing something to anchor you. The quiet stretched between you again, but not in a bad way. It was full of all the things you weren’t saying.

You didn’t ask about the mission. You weren’t sure you wanted to know whether he’d felt the absence.

But after a moment, his voice came quiet and rough.

“I missed this.”

You felt him take a slow breath.

“This -” he gestured to the dishes, the kitchen, the fading sounds of laughter behind you, “- was what I thought about out there.”

And then, like he didn’t even realise what it would do to you, he said, “It helped. Knowing you were here.”

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Daddy Dutton (NSFW)

Request: @babygirl-4986 " Hi, I have a John Dutton request I wanted to do a wife reader where there trying to get pregnant , maybe a little bit of a breeding kink but definitely smut."

Word count: 1360

Character(s): John Dutton

Reader: Female reader

Warning(s): NSFW / 🔥🔥🔥 / Smut / Breeding kink / Oral Sex (Fem receiving) / Fingering / Older man (Reader is of age) /

Support me: Kofi

John had swore that he wouldn't have anymore children, that was until the pair of you were invited over to your close friend's house for a BBQ party. A beautiful wedding ring on your finger flashing in the sun as you cuddled your friend's baby made him realise what you were missing.

When the baby started to cry you quickly passed her back to her mother who took off to go and feed her leaving you scanning the crowd for John. You caught sight of him, beer in hand, staring at you whilst offering small replies to the man who was stood next to him trying to make idle conversation.

You smiled as you began crossing the garden to your husband. The man next to John saw you coming and took it as his cue to leave giving a goodbye and a nod to you.

"You ok honey?" You ask planting a soft kiss to his lips.

"I'm fine darlin'. You ready to leave?" He asks. You'd been there for a few hours now, drinking and socialising with your friends but you were getting tired.

"Yeah, lemme just say bye to Kirsty and the babe and we'll get going." You reply. John nodded and followed you inside the house as you tried to find your friend. She sat on the couch, baby asleep in her arms and smiled as you quietly crept over.

"We're gonna leave now, give you a little bit of peace." You hugged your friend, being sure not to wake the baby and took a step back.

"I'll see you soon, don't forget what I said." Kirsty says with a smile and says bye to you and John as he follows you out of the house, a questioning gaze present on his face. Opening the door to his truck he ushers you inside before climbing in himself behind the wheel.

The ride home was quiet, your eyes flicked between the road to Johns face as he drove. "What did she say to you?" John asked, finally breaking the silence.

"It's nothing John, just talking about babies."

The car fell into silence again. You were about 30 years younger than John, certainly a lot younger than people had thought when they heard that John Dutton had re-married. Though despite the gap between you and your husband you were a perfect match, hell you wouldn't be married if you didn't think so.

Though one subject had never been brought up throughout the two years you had been together and that was children. You'd been introduced to Johns adult children very early on, you got on with Beth the most though when you were asked about your own children you had nothing to say. You'd never really thought about having children and since John was older now you figured he wouldn't want a little baby around the house so you never really thought about it.

"You alright?" John says pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Hmm? Oh yeah, just day dreaming."

"You're thinking about that baby aren't you?"

You smile and laugh softly. "Yeah, she's cute."

"Our babies would be cute."

"What?" You ask, unsure whether you heard him properly.

"I said our babies would be cute darlin'." He says resting his palm on your bare thigh.

"I thought you didn't want anymore?"

"Never said that."

"I just assumed you didn't, all yours are grown up now, hell Kayce has his own child too. Just figured that was off the table."

John's hand begins to rise, pushing your dress up further. "It was, but darlin' seeing you today with that baby in your arms has awakened something that was buried deep inside of me."

"Oh my." You gasp when you feel his fingers stroke at your clothed pussy.

"Take these off." John says tugging at your underwear and you comply. Sliding your underwear down your thighs you let them drop into the footwell below where they disappear, probably under the seat. "That's better." He says returning his hand between your thighs.

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other stroking your cunt John manages to keep his attention on driving and making you cum all whilst muttering compliments to you about how much of a good girl you are.

By the time you pull up to the house your thighs and seat below are slick with your cum, it's a little uncomfortable as your skin sticks to the leather. The truck lurches to a stop as John parks it, he whips the seatbelt off himself and climbs down from the seat. Before he has the chance to round the vehicle and help you out you'd already jumped down from the moistened leather seat and slammed the door behind you.

Taking his hand in your own you practically drag John up the steps of the porch and through the front door. Once inside it was his turn to lead you, picking you up with very little effort he carries you up the stairs, much like he did when you'd gotten married, and to your bedroom.

John places you down onto the edge of the bed and drops to his knees so he can remove your expensive boots all while kissing your exposed skin. You lean back onto your elbows and watch as he kisses your ankle, then your calf, up to your thigh until he reaches your pussy. You raise up an inch or so and pull your dress up and over your head leaving you naked for your husband.

One thing you loved about John, amongst many, is the fact that he loved going down on you. His tongue knew each fold of your pussy and you never had to worry about whether he would find your clit or not as he teased it with the tip of his tongue before lapping and sucking.

"John." You say as a breathy moan escapes between your lips. "I need you."

"You need me?" He smirks removing his face from your pussy.

"Don't tease me John, get undressed and get up here." You say tugging his tucked shirt out of his jeans. Moving backwards up the bed until you are resting on the pillows you watch as John strips his clothes off in front of you.

John moves around the bed and climbs in beside you. Taking matters into your own hands you push him down so he's on his back and straddle his hips. Raising up on your knees you align his cock with your entrance and slide down. His cock fills you perfectly, each ridge of a vein massages your walls until they sit snug against you, the bulbous head of his cock pressing against your cervix roughly.

John is helplessly grabbing at your body, hands moving from your waist up to your tits where he takes one in each hand and squeezes before pulling one to his mouth. You use the new position of you bent over slightly to ride his cock, rising up and down his shaft your moans filled the room whilst Johns are muffled into your breast. With laboured breaths you clench around his cock as you cum once more, John moaning at the tightness of your pussy around him.

Little effort is used from your husband to flip you over so your back is pressed into the sheets, cock still sheathed inside you. Johns lips meet yours in a hungry kiss as he pulls back and thrusts into you with ease.

"That's it baby, taking me so well." He says gruffly between kisses.

"Oh John." You moan, manicured nails gripping at his back as he cums deep inside of you. He stills but his cock is still pulsing inside of you. Peppering your lips with kisses you smile in bliss as he rolls onto his side and pulls you against his chest. "Give me an hour and we'll go again, I want you pregnant before the end of the week." He says and pulls the cover over you both.

Just like John wanted, by the end of the week you'd taken a test and jumped into his arms when you saw the positive result.

[novemberheart]

Chapter 1 -> Chapter 2

{overview} Task force 141 has gone without an omega, despite needing one. Is their decision catching up to them?

{full story warning} a/b/o dynamics, poly 141 x reader, fem reader, omega reader, cursing, violence, blood, angst, future smut and suggestive language, chapter story, medical and military inaccuracies, age of reader not specified (adult tho)

{chapter warning} Nothing really, Simon needs medical attention

“Have you thought any more about my offer?”

“Have you thought any more about my answer?” John shot back, his arms folded across his chest. Kate sighed, digging her heels deeper into the dirt.

“They’re going to pair you up with one anyways, John. Wouldn't you rather they be chosen by me?” Kate pressed, turning to face the stubborn Captain. John pressed his lips together, his gaze distant.

“This a fact?” He hummed.

“They’re doing it all over the world. I'm sure your task force isn't out of the woods with this one.” Kate reminded. “Plus don't you think there could be some benefits?” Kate pressed.

“You think we need one?” John asked, his eyes finally landing on Kate.

“Honestly, yeah. I can smell it on you- all of you.” She spoke truthfully, her head glancing behind her at the three men lounging around in the dirt.

“We can talk about it later.” John shut down. “We’ve still got a job to do.”

“Business as usual, Captain.” 

“What’s his blood type?”

“B positive,” Johnny replied following the rolling gurney. The nurse rolled the gurney into another maze of hallways.

“Alpha, yeah?” She questioned. Johnny quickly replied with a yes, his hands digging into the fabric of his jeans. “What happened?”

“Shrapnel to the leg, maybe up higher?” Johnny explained, his eyes flickering behind him to John.

“He fell from quite a height too,” John added. The nurse nodded her head, pushing open two large doors with the gurney.

“You’ll have to wait here. Someone will come and see you when we’re done.” She explained the doors swinging shut behind her. For a few seconds, the doors opened, and the sound of utter chaos filled the hall. Johnny and Kyle winced the urge to follow- the urge to keep watch weighing on them.

“Steady now,” John spoke up, his hands resting on their heavy shoulders, guiding them towards some chairs a little further down the hall. “He’ll be fine, much to his annoyance.” They dry chuckled, sitting in the hard plastic chairs.

They sat for what felt like hours- maybe it was. Johnny had a hard time sitting in his seat, the blood in his veins still hot and swarming.

“You're making me dizzy, mate.” Kyle huffed, leaning down further in his seat. John hummed in agreement from next to him.

Finally, the two doors swung open, all of them standing at attention.

“Gentlemen? Simon Riley, yes?” The doctor asked, and they quickly nodded. She smiled causing relief to flood them. “He’ll be fine. He’ll need some recovery time though. Pulled some hot metal pieces out of his left leg, and treated it for some second-degree burns. He's going to have some intense brushing on his back and side- but no signs of internal bleeding. We also had to pop his shoulder back into place. Two weeks rest at the very least.” She explained. “He's already been wheeled to his holding place, but he’s not quite ready for visitors yet.”

“Instincts?” Kyle questioned.

“Correct. It seems like he's been passed out for a while, don't want him waking up still thinking he's on the field.” She responded. “Now would be a good time for the pack omega to join him. Or if they can't come, maybe something holding their scent. It'll calm him and make his adjustment easier.”

They paused, looking at each other before John spoke up.

“We don't have an omega,” John said, with a clear of his throat. The doctor's eye widened, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“Oh.” She smiled slightly. “That changes things slightly. Without an omega, his healing time will be at least four to six weeks.”

It was their turn for their eyes to widen.

“We might have some extra clothes with omega scent on them. Now because he's not bonded it might not help by much, but it could make his waking up easier.” The doctor offered.

“I think a new scent’ll throw him off,” Kyle interjected. The others nodded their heads in agreement.

“Of course.” She smiled politely. “He’s on the fourth floor, room B12. I suggest waiting till tomorrow morning for visitation.”

“Thank you, doctor.” They said in unison. They watched as she spun on her heels, steering herself back into the double doors. John pulled out his phone from his pocket.

“What are you doing?” Johnny asked.

“Calling Kate.”

Hello everyone! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! The next chapter will be posted in three days! See you next time! 🤎🧡

[decojellyfish]

New Friend!

Hi, this is my first post! So please be nice, and if you have any constructive criticism, please comment! I hope you like it :)

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Hybrid AU! TF141 Fancy Kitty! Reader x Rescue Dog! Ghost and Rescue Dog! Soap (Feat. a tiny bit of x Owner! Price) Reader acts fem but is only addressed with “you”

SFW ~ Fluff (Tiny bit of angst, if you squint) Warnings: Mentions of death (though, not directly)

───♡───────────── Beginning Your life was everything you could ask for. Always brushed, fed the finest cuisine a kitty could ask for, and wearing the finest items your owner got you. Your favorite was a collar that looked like a pearl necklace, similar to the one your owner wore daily. Your fur smelled like her too, vintage perfume (her favorite from when she was a teenager, though she always talked about how it was hard to come by now in the modern day), and those little strawberry bonbons she always kept in her purse. And you would always have a pretty pink bow tied around the base of your fluffy tail. Resting your head in her lap, her aged hands petting your white fluffy ears or brushing them with this one brush. A beautiful golden brush, with an ivory plaque on the back that had roses, tulips, and violets painted. It was her favorite from when she was a little girl. Life is good, life is paradise.

Until one day, she didn’t get out of bed. You were still curled up in your pink fluffy cat bed, waiting to hear her sweet voice call out your name whilst serving up your borderline gourmet breakfast. After about an hour, your confusion pushed you out of bed and made you go to your owner’s room. She was still sleeping? Maybe she had a rough time sleeping last night and just felt like sleeping in. Yeah, that was it! She was pretty old after all, why wouldn’t she want to sleep in once in a while? So you curled up atop the floral bedsheets, nice and close to your owner, and waited for her to wake up. You knew she would love to wake up to her pretty little kitty all snuggled up because you missed her so much! So you waited. And waited.

And waited.

A few days passed. Wow, this must’ve been the sleepiest old woman you’d have ever seen! She even had visitors and she didn’t even wake up. It was kind of strange though. They were crying as if they were watching one of those sad movies your owner would watch, with you curled up beside her. The day your world came crashing down would be the day these strange people came to your owner’s house. One of them guided you down to the kitchen, proceeding to feed you some random wet food they found on the counter. You hadn’t even realized how hungry you were while you were waiting for your owner to wake up. You hadn’t even noticed the other people carrying your owner’s body out of the house while this one person was playing with you. Jingling your favorite bell toy, calling you a “precious little kitty, so beautiful, yes you are!” the whole time.

That’s when he came into the picture. He came in an hour after these people arrived, it was John Price. Your owner’s son. He had come to visit her a few times, you enjoyed his presence when he was visiting. Price approached you and began to pet your silky, fluffy white hair and fur. “Hey there, pretty thing. How’ve you been holding up?” You didn’t know what he meant by that, but your purrs were all he needed to hear to not fret over you. He figured you were okay and ready to go with him. When he began to guide you out to his car, that was when you realized that he was taking you somewhere! He reassured you that your owner wouldn’t mind having you go on a little trip. You didn’t know you were headed to Price’s own house, all of your belongings in his trunk unbeknownst to you. You, in the present, wouldn’t be mad at Price for taking you home with him and becoming your new owner. No, you wouldn’t mind that at all, John Price was a lovely person! Like his mother. What made you pissed at him was the fact that he never mentioned the two dog hybrids he also had ownership of. That also lived in the house.

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Price had told Ghost and Soap, his two rescue dogs, about the new arrival of a new addition to the family. That of which is a cat. Ghost wasn’t excited about the thought of a cat being in the house all day, every day. It annoyed him, he never really liked cats. Soap, on the other hand, was very excited to meet the new kitty. He had been waiting, impatiently, by the door ever since Price had gone off to retrieve the cat hybrid. Once Price had finally returned, Soap was ecstatic. He pounced on the first being that entered the doorway, licking their face all over. That first being was you. You screeched and hissed at the seemingly rabid dog that was coating you in slobber. He was mucking up your hair, too! Once Soap realized that it wasn’t Price, but, the new kitty that Price had brought home, he grew even more elated. Before he could continue any further with his slobber, Price had pulled Soap away from you, giving you time to breathe. Your tail was beyond fluffy now, you were terrified. Your claws were out and almost gripping the welcome mat by the front door. Soap was confused, Ghost’s guard was up, and Price knew in the back of his head that something like this would happen.

It took you a while to settle in, you were still frightened by the dogs and would try to maintain a distance from them. Ghost would happily oblige, avoiding you whenever you were around. Soap, not so much. He ruined his first impression meeting you! He scared you, and that is not what a good dog does. So, he spent all day and night all over you. He would tell you about his day, and ask you about yours, only for you to stay quiet, and then he would continue talking to you. Soap LOVED being around you. Why wouldn’t he? You’re such a pretty kitty, you smelled good, and your fur was so soft and silky! He loved pawing at the little bell attached to your pink ribbon collar. It was so cute! You looked like royalty with it. Ghost, on the other hand, would mumble about how uppity you seemed. Spoiled, bratty. I mean, at some points you did act like that. Whenever Price didn’t get the right food for you, whenever the sun wasn’t shining in the right spot for you to bask in it, or how loud and annoying the boys’ squeaky toys were. You and Ghost would often avoid each other. Whenever you would accidentally brush up against each other in the halls, it would result in you hissing and him growling loudly, baring his teeth. Price would have to step in and separate you two, telling you both to quit it. But back to Soap, who is an absolute lovebug when it comes to you. He would come by and curl up right next to you whenever you were curled up and lying in the sunlight. At first, you would get up and leave to a new spot. But eventually, you gave up and let him curl up as close to you as he wanted to. Through Soap’s constant yapping, you find out that both he and Ghost were survivors of illegal underground dog fighting. They were from different parts of the UK, but they both ended up at the same shelter. That’s how they met Price. Soap would point out all of his scars, telling their backstories, and talking about all the other injuries he went through. He would also compliment you, as well as attempt to pamper you. You had to give him instructions on how your owner used to do it.

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It smelled of overwhelming masculinity in the house. It was such a drastic change from the old lady perfume and flowers that your old home smelled like. It took you a bit to get adjusted to the lack of floral prints that your new home had. One day, you were especially homesick. Even though you were in your new, permanent, home, you still missed your old home. It was foggy out that day, the weather not helping your mood at all. You were curled up on the couch as you looked out the window with sad eyes, your fluffy tail flicking around as you were deep in thought. You hadn’t even noticed Soap and Ghost staring at you, they could smell the sadness radiating off of you. It was a slightly pungent smell compared to your usual scent that smelled of fresh flowers. It made Soap whine and quickly approach you. He curled up close to you, trying to soothe you, bring you out of your sad thoughts, with his warmth. It did help, it brought you out of your deep thoughts. But you still smelled of sadness. You would curl up against him, letting out a tiny sigh.

Then Ghost curled up next to you.

That was a first. He had always avoided you, per your request. But you didn’t mind this sudden act of affection. It was nice, you got a better chance to identify the keynotes of his scent. With Soap being around you so much, you had no choice but the memorize what he smelled like. Musk, timber wood, vanilla, and tiny hints of coconut. Part of that was because of the shampoo that Price would wash him in during bath nights. You had always kind of known what Price smelled like, what with him visiting your old owner every so often. Dirt, but not in a dirty way, an earthy way, smokey, toffee, and sandalwood. Cozy. You eventually came around and stopped being so mad at him for not telling you about his dog hybrids. Especially since you started to like them now. Kind of. Ghost, he always kind of smelled smokey. But not like Price. Price smelled smokey in a round way. Ghost smelled smokey in a sharper way. Kind of a difference between cigars and pungent cigarettes. But now that he was sitting so close to you, to wipe that sad look off your face, you could get a more clear reading of his scent. Smokey, yet bitter, musk, cedar wood, and lavender. That also must have been because of the shampoo. But they must have two separate shampoos that they picked individually. You had your own that Price had brought from your old home. It smelled of cherry blossoms.

Fast forward a few minutes, now Soap is teaching Ghost how you like your hair brushed with your favorite brush. And you’re crying and venting about how much you miss your owner and your old home.

This caused Soap to have a lightbulb moment.

A few days later, you’re napping in your cat bed when you suddenly start to wake up to a familiar scent. Rose petals, peonies, orchids, and lotuses. Flowers. You wondered if you had suddenly returned back to her old home. You open your eyes. Nope, you’re still at Price’s. But the scent is coming from a little candle, in an ivory candle holder (a favorite of your old owner), sitting on the dining room table. Price noticed you as he finished serving breakfast for you and the boys. He explained that he “found it at the shop and thought you would like it.” Actually, Soap had begged him to find a way to cheer you up because it hurt him so badly to see you cry like that! Ghost was standing by Soap, not moving a single bit. But Price could see in his eyes that he was silently agreeing. He didn’t want to admit it, but he cared for the little cat hybrid. So Price had gone out and looked for his mother’s favorite candle. He knew the one. Now, back to the present, you’re looking at the candle with wide eyes. You’re looking at Price, then the boys, then the candle, then Price again. You feel your eyes start to sting. Tears abruptly well up in your eyes. All of the men are now worried. Did they mess up? Did Price pick the wrong candle? But he was sure of it! Soap quickly got up and hugged you tightly, asking why you were crying. Ghost even got up and walked over to you, just as worried but he wouldn’t show it. You eventually explain to them through tears and hiccups, that you love all they’ve done to make this new place feel like your old home. It makes you so happy that they want to see you happy and comfortable. They’re all relieved, Price gently wiping away your tears with a handkerchief his mother gifted to him when he first went into the military, petting your fluffy ears and stroking your cheek with his thumb.

These men all love you, they would do anything to not see you in pain. And you love them just as much, knowing that they would do anything to protect you. :3

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You Should See Me In A Crown: John Shen x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @miraclesabound @cannonindeez @fadeinsol @nommingonfood

Companion piece to:

The Choice - In the wake of his brother's suicide John goes against his parents' wishes and makes a choice about his residency.

Prequel to:

Dick Pics - You and John discuss your dating life in the ambulance bay during a rare shift break.

Brunch - John refuses to give up when you miss brunch with him.

Silly Little Boys (NSFW) - John's not like the other men you've been with.

In The Summer - You discover John's secret.

Tiger, Tiger - John reveals the truth between his engagement and his history.

Jack - John's mother opens up old wounds by giving John a copy of your DCFS file.

Bare (NSFW) - John and you commit to each other in a special way.

The Shirt - Jack realises that you're wearing a boyfriend shirt.

Tradition - Mrs Shen makes a decision regarding the wedding.

Daywalker - You and John discuss something that could cause a big change in your relationship.

John didn’t know his brother Michael was an artist, not until he finds the portraits he painted in the attic of the house he’s cleaning out. Their stunning, bold, contemporary pieces that reflect a side of Michael he never knew existed until this moment. He studies the dates on the back, organising them into order and discovers the painting stopped just shy of his 18th birthday.

He understands the significance. His parents had forced Michael to attend business school, he’d spent his evenings and weekends shadowing their father in his own company. There had been no time, no energy for his passions.

He sets them aside the pocket sketch book he found downstairs in the office and takes them with him to Pittsburgh when he moves a week later for his residency. He gives them pride of place in his living room above the battered sofa in his townhouse apartment he rents only a couple of blocks away from the hospital.

It’s later that night he finds himself flicking through the sketchbook. After business school Michael’s taste had became monochrome it seems, all clean lines and geometric shapes. John flicks to the last image he ever drew, dated the week before his death.

It’s five triangles, each with their own unique personalisation. Michael’s written what they represent in a margin he’s created.

Mind, body, spirit, soul and heart.

The characters for John’s Chinese name are written in the bottom left corner and he realises that in his final days, his brother’s thoughts were of him.

The next day he takes it to the tattoo shop on the corner and books out their afternoon slot. He finds himself straddling the tattooist’s chair, his shirt off, waiting for them to print out the stencil of the design.

“First one?” A voice asks and he raises his eyes to meet those of the girl sitting across from him. She’s seated in the same position as he is, her chin resting on her forearms as the artist inks a design between her shoulder blades. She wearing a black sports bra that fits her just right over black running leggings, her tied up into a messy bun.

It takes John a minute to speak because she’s just so fucking pretty.

“Yea.” He says, his voice rough as he watches the artist dip the needle into the gold ink cup. “What about you?”

“My third.” She says, her gaze locked on his with an intensity he admires. “I won my first belt last night so I’m commemorating the occasion.”

“Belt?” He questions, drinking in her physique. Small, athletic. He would have pegged her as a runner or a swimmer, not the kind of girl ready to throw down.

“I’m an amateur boxer.” She informs him with a smile he’s sure lights up the whole city of Pittsburgh.

“So a certified badass then.” He complements, making her laugh before he gestures to her tattoo that’s now being wiped down by the artist. “You got any advice for a first timer?”

“How long have they recommended?” She asks as the cellophane is placed over the fresh ink, the medical tape fixing it into place.

“Three hours.” John tells her as she thanks the artist before raising to her feet.

“You need snacks.” She informs him, reaching for the light, powder blue shirt she’d left hanging up alongside her purse and folding it over her arm. “Getting a tattoo can create a stress response which expands energy and can cause your blood sugar to drop. It can make you faint. Did you bring any?”

He shake his head, feeling like an idiot.

“Don’t worry, I got you covered.” She says kindly as she reaches into her purse and pulls out a pack of Peanut M&M and a bottle of coke. She places them on the stool beside him. “Trust me these will stop you feeling lightheaded.”

“Thanks.” He says before she turns around to show him the tattoo she’s just had etched into her skin.

It’s a stunning piece of artwork. A simple gold crown with sharp points and a delicate flourish, it looks both regal and dangerous. Perfect for the woman standing in front of him.

“How does it look?” She asks, glancing over her shoulder.

“Like you’re a fucking queen.” He tells her and she gives him that smile again before she begins to tug on her shirt.

“Just what I wanted to hear.” She says, heading towards the counter to pay her bill. “Good luck with that tattoo…”

“John.” He supplies, the edges of his mouth tipping up as she tucks an errant strand of hair back behind her ear, while swiping her card.

“Cici.” She says, collecting her receipt. “Maybe I’ll see you around soon sometime.”

“Yea.” He says, the bell above the door jingling as she lets herself out. “I’m sure you will.”

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⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ kitty!reader was a good friend. of course she’d show up when sarah texted her begging to show up to the beach. especially when she said kie was being a bitch.

warnings . . . 18+ male masturbation , profanity , ex!jj , butthead!kie for the plot i love my girl more than life , drinking

it had been far too long for jj to still have to pull out his phone and open your instagram just to get off every once in awhile. but there was this one post you still had up from years ago when you were still together. jj had taken it when you two were having a beach day. the red bikini that left nothing to the imagination. the activities he knew you got up to that night. god , it would get him to finish like nothing else.

he did feel bad about it every time! a little guilty. your words swirling around his head each time he nutted all over himself and his phone. you don’t act like you care about me , baby , and you ditch me for your friends all of the time , or even you’re not good at loving me.

yeah… nothing like a post nut clarity to make jj feel impossibly worse. so instead of dealing with the reality of his sticky situation , he just cleaned up and went to bed. the pogues had a big day tomorrow. there was this volleyball competition at the beach that john b signed the guys up for.

actually , scratch that. waking up and opening his phone to still see your picture pulled up is worse. he cleared his search history and swiped out of the app before getting ready and heading downstairs.

everything was going swimmingly at the tournament until you showed up. until you showed up in that fucking bikini. jj hadn’t seen you in maybe two years , and when he does you were wearing that.

he didn’t even know you were coming.

he didn’t know sarah had texted you sending for backup earlier in the day. SOS KIE STILL HATES ME. SEND BACK UP PLEASE. SOS SOS. and you weren’t doing anything but lounging around the condo , so of course you’d head out and help your best friend. you’d drop everything if you needed to. especially when sarah mentioned kie.

the three of you had all been friends at one point. you had been good friends with kie individually. you dated one of her best friends. but after her and sarah got into a huge fight your junior year , everything blew up. you were forced to pick sides , and you chose sarah , which only caused problems between you and jj. it was a shit storm inside of a shit storm when everything happened.

now here sarah was , falling for john b routledge. you hated to admit that it sort of made sense. you knew them both , and there was ways they just clicked. so as soon as you found out kie was making the process of falling in love hard for sarah , you were on the way.

you got dressed in a swimsuit , tied a wrap around your hips and set off for the beach. not before grabbing a bottle of tequila on the way out the door. maybe getting drunk out of her mind would help kie loosen the fuck up.

when you arrived to the beach , there weren’t too many people there. the game was paused , two teams huddled up on their respective sides of the sand court. so when you walked up to the game , bottle clinking in your purse , everyone looked.

“hiya , boys,” you batted your lashes , making eye contact with jj before the teams broke up to get back to the game.

it was like he was frozen in place , flashed back to a time just a few years ago you’d been with him on this very beach in a swimsuit so similar he could easily mix them up. “hey— uh , what are you doing here? didn’t know you liked volleyball,” he stammered , stepping closer to you as he eyed the way you fit your swimsuit.

your eyebrows scrunched up as your hand came between you. “why are you standing so close to me?” you asked him , shuffling back in the sand but jj was more focused on the ring that wrapped around your finger. a ring he gave you on your eighteenth birthday.

“i’m not—“

“jayj! get your head out of your ass!”

you knew who was yelling at jj from the sidelines before you even looked. he darted away , jumping back into the game as you made your way over to sarah with a big grin. “look at you , sexy mama!” you greeted her , kissing her cheek.

“did you sneak alcohol into this event?” sarah giggled , wrapping her arm around your waist as she heard the glass bottle hitting other items in your purse.

“well , i wasn’t about to deal with kie sober , and i thought maybe it’d help lighten her mood a bit,” you shrugged.

“i don’t know,” the blonde sighed , stopping before you got too close to kie’s spot on the bleachers, “she’s like really mean now.”

you took a glance at the girl , seeing she looked the exact same as she did the last time you saw her— ocean salted hair with a hippie-esque outfit , and rolled your eyes. “sarah,” you began , putting your hands on her shoulders, “we’re not gonna let some bitch from high school flush you out , okay? we’re the bitches from high school.”

it wasn’t much of a pep talk , but it worked enough to get sarah moving up the stairs to sit down next to kie again.

“as if one of you wasn’t enough,” kie spoke , not bothering to force a smile onto her lips.

“yeah , you know you used to be one of us , right?” you replied , pulling the tequila from your purse and unscrewing it, “what?” you questioned kie and her furrowed brows as you took a gulp, “did you think the three of us could hang out sober?”

you held the bottle out , wiggling it to entice her more. “whatever,” she rolled her eyes as she grabbed the bottle and took a swig.

she passes it to sarah expectantly , causing the blonde to jump before mouthing ‘thank you’ your way and taking a drink of her own. “how ‘bout we play a game?” she suggested , giving you another turn with the liquor.

“a game?” kie repeated , tearing her eyes from the actual game in front of you.

“yeah , like we take a shot every time the boys score?” you added on , taking one already with a shrug as the ball lands on the other side of the court.

“mmm , no. that was a fluke. they’re not actually good,” sarah chuckled, “maybe every time the other team scores?”

you both look at kie , waiting for her response. “what the hell , why not?” she rolled her eyes , reaching into your purse to pluck out a solo cup she saw, “fill me up , skank.”

“oh! better than a poser!” you remarked , not surprised by her outward nastiness , before tilting the bottle and pouring her plenty liquor, “here , babe,” you muttered , filling the second cup and handing it to sarah.

soon enough the game ended with your ex boyfriend and his friends winning. it was a long game though , giving you , kie , and sarah plenty of opportunities to get drunk. the bottle only held a dribble of tequila left in the bottom after you ditched the solo cups all together.

“hey , you girls look like you’re having fun… together?” john b spoke , gladly catching sarah when she flung her happy drunk self into his arms. he kissed her , squeezing at her waist before bringing her feet back to the sand. “y’guys drunk?” he chuckled , looking at you the most suspiciously.

“it got kiara to be nice to sarah for more than ten minutes , so i’ll say it was a good idea , john b,” you remarked , tossing the bottle back into your purse all while ignoring the heat of jj’s gaze.

but of course , he wasn’t going to not say something. as you stood from the hot metal bleachers and readied yourself to order an uber , you wobbled. jj’s hand shot out , gripping your elbow to not let you fall.

“yeah… i don’t think you should be driving,” he admitted , shooing john b away. kie left the moment cleo and pope joined them , so when the brunette dragged his girlfriend off to the twinkie , it was just you.

“i’m fine,” you grumbled , pulling your arm from him and walking away. you rolled your eyes at the sound of footsteps behind you. “my uber’s like five minutes away,” you announced loud enough for the blonde to hear.

jj caught up with you , grabbing your shoulders and turning. “why won’t you talk to me?” he asked , eyes darting away when he realized that his voice sounded far more hurt than he wanted it to.

“because i dumped you.”

ouch. no shit.

“okay , yeah… but i thought we’d at least be applicable?” jj shrugged , letting his hands fall from you as his eyes fell to your chest.

“amicable and my eyes are up here,” you scoffed , hand reaching to push his chin up, “besides me not tearing into you about how awful you were to me every time i see you is amicable enough,” you added , hating that you could remember everything about your relationship so clearly.

you hadn’t seen jj in so long , and having him in front of you— really in front of you just reminded you of how much you used to miss him. sure , you liked to get on his ass about the bad stuff , but there was so much good. you recalled how much fun you had with jj , like nothing else but you and him matter. you’d ride around the island on his bike and go fishing and surfing and everything else you hadn’t done in years.

you hadn’t let yourself think about it all that much. it hurt , so you pushed it down , and now? jj’s shirtless torso was reminding you of everything you’d shoved down in the worst ways. just looking at him flashed you back into your bedroom.

late nights when jj would sneak into your room through your bedroom window when your parents were home before absolutely plowing into you.

“who’s eyes are wandering now?” jj chuckled , noticing the dazed look in your eyes.

you were caught off guard , not realizing yourself that you’d been staring. “will you drive me home?” you asked , eyes flicking up to jj’s. you knew this was stupid. you knew the moment the words left your lips.

but you missed him.

“thought you didn’t like me. treated ya bad and shit?” jj replied , already decided that he was going to drive you before you asked. but two could play cat and mouse. you’d done it before.

you sighed , looking down at your nails. “wasn’t all bad…” you whispered , reaching out to his hands before looking at the ring that adorned one of them. “y’still wear this?”

“you wear mine,” he shrugged, “nicest thing anyone’s ever gotten me. wasn’t gonna throw it out just cuz you dumped me.” he thought about it. thought about launching the silver ring into the ocean so many times , but it was the last thing of yours he had.

“i miss you sometimes,” you admitted , intertwining your fingers, “miss us.” the last bit was whispered , and jj nearly missed it as he was helping you into your passenger seat.

and as he rounded the front of the car , he definitely knew he wanted to get back together with you. he missed ‘us’ too.

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Pranks

John Price x wife!reader OC

Summary: Pranks in the Price home go too far.

Warnings: Swearing, sexual themes, mentions of child death, mentions of child being hurt, not edited.

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The sound of John’s obnoxious alarm clock went off as loud as usual. The blaring beeping was silenced in only a few seconds as he yawned obnoxiously loud and then moved to sit up. The blaring noise although only a few seconds always annoyed you on these early mornings. You didn’t understand why he couldn’t use a calming noise that slowly became louder or turn the volume down.

With messy hair in your face you brushed it aside to see what time it was.

6:30am

Looking over to your husband confused and annoyed to be woken up so early on a Saturday you watched him rise from bed. Before you spoke you admired his bare ass, perky and well toned. His arms stretched over his head causing the muscles down his back and broad shoulders to flex and ripple; a second obnoxiously loud yawn leaving him. The cool morning air caused his joints to crack and creak while he moved to grab a pair of boxer briefs and then disappear into the bathroom.

Taking a breath you cursed the man you loved so dearly under your breath. Getting such a nice sight of his ass and muscular body had woken you up fully. With a heavy sigh you sat up yourself and flicked on your bedside lamp. Now it was your turn to yawn obnoxiously loud and move to slip on some clothes since you two had slept naked.

John appeared a few minutes later to see your thong disappear as you shimmied on your leggings. He too admired your perky ass and bare back. Eyes dragging up the slop of your spine much like his tongue had done the night prior.

“You don’t have to get up.” John’s voice still hadn’t adjusted from sleep. It was ridded with gravel and the smoke he loved so much from his cigars.

“To late. What are we doing up anyway? Did I forget something?” Turning around you grabbed a bra from your dresser smiling to yourself while your husband shamelessly watched you get dressed.

“Pranking the kids.” John spoke simply.

“What? Since when do you prank anyone?” Clasping your bra you were now fishing out a t-shirt to wear.

“They made such a fuss yesterday about not wanting to come help me today with errands. So, I’m going to wake them up like it’s a school day, shuffle them in the car, and take them anyway. It’ll be a lot better than school so I think they’ll skip the complaining.” John grinned to himself.

You mulled over his idea wondering how this was going to pan out.

“I’m curious to see how long it’ll take them to notice.” With a chuckle your response had the small smirk on John’s face cracking into a large grin.

“So you’ll help me?” Wagging his eyebrows at you John was slipping into his jeans, white t-shirt, and then rummaging around for his black crew neck.

“Of course. They’ll be expecting breakfast so if I’m not down there cooking they’ll smell a rat.” You spoke as you walked into the bathroom to do your morning routine.

“I knew I married you for a reason.” John followed after you quickly, trapping you against the bathroom counter from behind.

“Yeah? It wasn’t just cuz I’m good in bed.” Your flirted, eyes connecting with his icy blue ones through the mirror.

You even shook your ass a bit against his crotch, John respond by giving you a rough playful thrust, making you laugh. Then he turned you around and picked you up so you were sitting on the cool marble with him between your thighs. He had that handsome smirk and devilish look that hooked you all those years ago when he was a Luitenant.

“Oh, that’s absolutely why but I thought I’d be nice.” Planting a kiss to your sultry grin John took the time to show you just how much he loved you. It took you pulling away breathlessly for him to settle down before he dragged you back to bed or took you right there.

“Go wake them up. I’ll finish getting ready and we can do cereal and fruit for breakfast. I’ll pack sandwiches they can snack on if needed.” With a kiss to his scruffy cheek John tried to hold on but you hopped off the counter and slid from his grip.

“Oh, but let Lily sleep! That way I can get a few things done before she’s up.” You added.

Leaving you with a smack to your ass John began to head for your bedroom door. Confidence was radiating off of him and he was proudly grinning to himself. He’d gotten a cheeky make out in with his darling wife and now was about to be the hilarious dad he thought himself as.

“Oh, John?” Your sweet voice had him stopping and peaking his head into the bathroom as you prepared to brush your teeth.

“Yes, darling?” John asked, waiting for some task you most likely needed him to get done today.

“Don’t shave. I’m really liking it.” With a wink you had John’s eyebrows shooting up.

He smirked wickedly and nodded his head. Before leaving the room, John looked into the mirror above his dresser and checked out how his mutton chops had formed into a full beard. It was thick, not untidy, but at the point he usually shaved and reshaped the hair.

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“Peanut butter and jelly!? Mum c’mon! Don’t you listen? I keep getting made fun of for it.” Jj smacked the sandwich wrapped in plastic wrap against the counter. He had his lips pursed and was clearly annoyed with you.

“You love PB&J’s.” Your response only had the eleven year old rolling his eyes so hard his entire head moved with the motion.

“Yeah, not for school. The other kids think it’s weird.” Pushing the sandwich towards you Jj shook his head refusing to take it with him.

Normally you’d make a compromise with the boy. Tell him that would be his snack when he got home from school and you’d make him something else. But today you knew he didn’t actually need the sandwich so you decided it would be a great learning lesson.

“Fine, don’t eat lunch then.” Shrugging you went back to wrapping up Evelyn’s sandwich and tossing it into her lunch box.

“Wait-“ Jj stuttered not expecting that to be your response.

“You get what you get and you don’t get upset.” You spoke in tune with the saying your own father had repeated to you endlessly growing up.

“Ugh, fine.” Jj smacked his hand over the sandwich and tossed it into his lunch box. He angrily zipped it up as John walked into the kitchen with a very tired Evelyn by his side.

“Mummy, please don’t make me go to school.” The nine year old yawned loudly. Her school uniform was slightly disheveled but it didn’t matter today.

John was grinning widely at you. It was clear he was impressed with himself for pulling this off, the children hadn’t even asked or had an inkling today was Saturday. They simply got up when John went in and did their morning routines.

“Mum packed PB&J’s for lunch.” Jj informed his little sister who groaned loudly.

“Mum those are home sandwiches. Everyone’s thinks we’re weird for eating them.” Evelyn whined at you.

Turning you gave John a flat look which had him snickering that this was what his children chose to complain about. They usually devoured the sandwiches and requested them on weekends or for midday snacks.

“You embarrassed your mums American?” John asked. Evelyn and Jj looked at each other seemingly agreeing to lie about their answer.

“No.” They said unconvincingly.

John scoffed playfully while you rolled your eyes seeing straight through the kids lie. Placing a kiss to your temple John could see you had your feelings hurt a tiny bit.

“Well you can eat it or starve. Your choice.” John’s shrugged, giving the same answer you had only a few moments ago.

“Well, I won’t starve. No teasings worth that.” Evelyn yawned and grabbed her lunch box.

Her and Jj made their way over to their bags and slipped them in, then went and sat at the table to eat their breakfast. The clink of cereal hitting the bowls echoed in the room, followed by the slosh of milk.

“I packed a change of clothes in the bottom of their bags.” You whispered to John who was leaning his lower back against the counter and eating a PB&J sandwich that you made extra for him.

“Smart. You know, I would’ve been in heaven if this was my lunch everyday for school.” John praised the sandwich hoping it would cheer you up. It seemed to do the trick, you had a small smile dusting your lips as you cleaned up.

“Are you flirting?” You teased.

“Always.” With a wink you and John went about your normal morning routine.

He made you both tea, while you snacked on fruit, and chatted about everything and nothing. Soon enough your children were loudly arguing over some TV show and why one character was better than another. You gave John a good luck kiss and sent them on their way.

“No, he’s not Jj! I knew you were dumb but not this dumb!” Evelyn half shouted as the two oldest Price children buckled up in the back of your SUV. John needed to take your car since it had everything he needed to drop off today.

“Oi, enough of that. No more Adventure Time talk or whatever bloody show it is.” John snapped which had both children huffing in annoyance.

Flipping on the radio John turned on the classic rock station. Evelyn sang along while Jj tapped his finger and stared out the window. It took about ten minutes for both children to start sharing confused looks.

“Where are we going?” Jj asked.

Looking into the rear view mirror John saw his son looking rather confused and then John looked to Evelyn. Her face shifted from confused to pissed off slowly. Her jaw dropped and eyebrows knit together as she stared at John. Instinctively she kicked the back of his seat and grunted angrily.

“Hey!” John shouted at the impact of her kick.

“We’ve been tricked!! Don’t you get it Jj!” Evelyn yelled and then kicked John’s seat one more time.

“Stop kicking!” John scolded only to be ignored.

“Tricked?” Jj whispered.

“ITS SATURDAY! We don’t have school! We have those stupid errands dad wanted us to help with!” Throwing her hands in the air it all seemed to click for Jj in an instant.

“You jerk!” Jj yelled, turning on John in an instant, now kicking the passenger seat in front of him.

Evelyn did the same to John’s seat again. This time John reached behind him and caught her foot. She screamed and struggled to get her foot back, losing her shoe in the process. John angrily took the little pink sneaker and tossed it onto the passenger seat.

This was not the reaction he was banking on. John truly thought his children would be happy they didn’t have school and got to run errands with him instead. They use to beg to spend the day with him because they missed him. Maybe he’d been home for long enough that they had gotten sick of him.

“Stop kicking seats!” John shouted, both of his children kicking one last time.

“This is so stupid!” Evelyn whined, crossed her arms, and pouted. She was soon grabbing her bag and rummaging through it.

“We missed sleeping in, mums pancakes, hanging out with Lily, and watching tv.” Jj listed off everything he would have much preferred to do this morning.

“And all we have are these stupid PB&J’s!” Evelyn hissed.

John could only sigh heavily until said sandwich was flung into the front seat by his daughter. The sandwiched connected with a smack to the wind shield and then fell to the passenger seat next to her shoe.

“Enough! I thought you two would be happy there was no school.” John half growled unable to actually reprimand his children while he drove.

“You lied!”

“This is so much worse! We don’t even get to see our friends!”

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John opened the back door for his two children who stomped inside with scowls etched across their faces. It was a little after lunch time and they had been trouble the entire time. Evelyn refused to help, she laid on the floor in the hardware store, did every task to the worst of her ability, while Jj complained the entire time he did what John asked properly.

It was simple stuff, stopping at the hardware store, dropping off some packages to be mailed, helping move boxes at their grandmothers home, and a quick stop to the grocery store. The car ride consisted of the two loudly talking about everything they could have done with their Saturday. How they would have had so much fun with you but they were stuck with John. They pretend like John couldn’t hear them as they practically talked shit about him.

“How’d it go?” Your sweet voice was music to Johns ears.

You were cleaning up after lunch with Lily sitting on the kitchen floor coloring. She had markers and crayons strewn about and a large piece of poster board covered in stickers and scribbles. Her hair was French braided and she wore overalls with a white long sleeve underneath.

“Daddys home!” Lily cheered at the sight of John. Her excitement had John’s sour expression turning into a relieved smile. At least one of his children was happy with him.

“No, Lily. Daddy’s a meany and we’re mad at him. You have to be mad at him with us.” Evelyn stormed over to Lily and squatted down as she relayed this to her baby sister.

“Why?” Lily asked in a sheepish voice.

You looked from your daughter to your husband who looked utterly defeated. It was apparent this prank John thought would work blew up in his face.

“He pulled a really mean prank on me and Jj. He made us do errands instead of playing with you all morning.” Evenly said absolutely exasperated.

Sharing a straight faced look you and John both knew Evelyn wouldn’t have even played with Lily this morning. The young girl would’ve spent it in her room with that new Lego set while she listened to music. Jj would’ve been the one to play with Lily but you knew it would end up in tears because he couldn’t help but tease her.

“We could’ve played!?” Lily gasped and then looked at John with a hurt expression, as if she’d been robbed.

“Now I’m mad at you too!” Lily made a big show of crossing her arms and then quickly turning around to look away from John.

“You didn’t need to turn Lily on me.” John said plainly to Evelyn who stuck her tongue out at him.

“Not Lily’s fault she agrees with us.” Jj said under his breath. He didn’t stick around and went to the living room to watch TV, Evelyn followed behind. Lily went back to coloring but continued to give John dirty looks as he came over to you.

“Take it as that backfired?” You asked giving John a sympathetic look.

“They were ready to murder me when they figured it out. Started kicking the seats, gave me so much attitude, refused to go out to lunch and ate their sandwiches in the car because they wanted to get home sooner.” John placed his forehead against the top of your head and sighed out heavily. Wrapping your arms around his waist you scratched his back for a moment.

“Go take a nap, I’ll hang out with them and try and get them to come around.” You cooed at John who didn’t think twice about your offer.

“Wake me up in an hour or two please.” Kissing your forehead John retreated to your bedroom to sleep off this bad mood. He was exhausted from his children’s clear disdain for him today and a nice peaceful nap would help him immensely.

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“Shhh” Evelyn warned Jj as they were squatted outside you and John’s bedroom.

You had just asked Jj to wake up their father while you helped Lily since she needed help going potty. Potty training was going well, almost flawless, but you put her in overalls today which required your help. This was Evelyn and Jj’s chance for pay back and they were seizing their moment.

Quietly Jj turned the knob and Evelyn slid into the room on her knees. Jj watched as his sister crawled over to the large bed where their father was loudly snoring. They could see he was in a deep sleep on his stomach, face smooshed into the mattress with his pillow half over his head.

Evelyn focused and moved slowly as she placed the small speaker she got for Christmas on John’s bedside table. The snoring stopped suddenly, the two of them freezing in place until it picked back up again. They knew their father could be a light sleeper and the few times they startled him awake didn’t end well. Jj got wacked in the face once and Evelyn was tossed off the bed and bumped her head. Slowly she crawled back out of the room and let out the breath she was holding.

“Ready?” Jj whispered and Evelyn shook her head.

With devilish smiles Jj pressed play on the iPad that had the video they pulled up.

Kneeling on the downstairs bathroom floor you were buttoning Lily’s overalls back up when you heard a blaring trumpet from somewhere upstairs. It was so loud you swore the windows shook. You recognized it as the stereotypical military trumpet used to wake up soldiers. The next thing you heard was loud banging and then Evelyn and Jj screaming. Their feet were heard running down the stairs and then followed by booming stomps that had to be your husband.

Confused and a bit worried you went to peak your head out of the bathroom but before you could you watched your two oldest dash by. John then ran by in a blur, chasing after your children. Walking into the hallway you saw the backdoor open and your children now in the distant back yard. Your jaw dropped seeing your husband in his state of undress outside. John looked like a crazy person standing on the patio in his underwear and shouting at the top of his lungs.

“You two are grounded!” John voice was hoarse as he yelled from the depths of his chest. His children were halfway to their treehouse, coats and shoes in hand as they continued to sprint away.

“John! Get inside, you look insane!” You hissed from the back door.

Your dad just happened to be sitting in his car having arrived for family dinner. With wide eyes he stepped out and looked at John as if the man lost his mind. But your dad being the man he was pretend like everything was normal. After all he raised you and you had driven him mad more than a few times.

“John.” Your dad waved to your husband who was wild eyed.

The man looked like he was having a psychotic break. Standing outside in the chilly winter air in nothing but white boxer briefs and black mid calf socks. You thought that his thick chest hair might keep him warm but it was the adrenaline spiking his veins.

“Billy.” John returned the wave and turned around and marched inside.

Breezing by you, you watched in awe as your practically naked husband stomped down the hallway and went back upstairs.

“Daddy, put on some clothes!” Lily scolded from the bathroom where she was washing her hands.

John was beyond pissed off. Waking up to a trumpet blasting in his ear was bad enough. The sound commanded something within him from years in the military where he was scrambling to get his fatigues on and get ready to stand at attention. Only to realize he was in fact home and his children were playing a trick on him. He didn’t know why he chased them or what he would have done if he caught them but the military part of his brain had him acting without thought.

“What’s gotten into him?” Your dad asked as he gave you a quick hug.

“The kids woke him up with military trumpets.” You said plainly.

“Have none of you learned not to startle him awake?” Your dad had a point, you couldn’t deny that.

“Mummy! I can’t reach the soap!” Lily’s cute voice yelled from the bathroom. You quickly made your way back to help her wash her hands.

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“I see you found your clothes.” Your dad joked as John appeared in your kitchen. The two men chuckled which was a surprise to you. John usually didn’t like being made to look like a fool.

“Woke me up like I was a new recruit in boot camp. Didn’t know I still had that in me.” Johns chest rumbled with deep laughter, seeming to have found the humor in the situation.

“You have to admit it was pretty creative.” Your laugh had John smirking back at you. Leaning forward he gave you a quick kiss and went to grab beer for himself and your dad.

“Bloody brilliant but don’t tell them that.” With a charming smile and chuckle John grabbed two glass bottles from the fridge and used his wedding ring to pop the tops off. Handing one to Billy, John held his up to cheers and then cringed lightly at your dad’s need to clink the glasses together.

“Dad, would you get Evie and Jj from the treehouse and tell them dinners ready?” You asked. Taking a swig of his beer and bringing it with him, your dad headed to the back door and slipped his shoes and coat on.

“They’re still in the treehouse?” John asked shocked they’d stayed outside for this long.

“I mean you chased them outside. They probably think you’re going to shout your head off when they come in.” The comment had John titling his head to the side and shrugging. You had a point and he could see it. Setting out Lily’s yellow plastic plate with food on it you slid John a fork and knife to help you out.

“I don’t even know why I chased them.” John told you as he started to cut up Lily’s food.

“Yeah, what was the plan if you caught them?” Chuckling lightly you served up your other two children’s food.

“I didn’t have one. Maybe ask what they were thinking?” Shrugging, John admired your ass in those leggings he loved as you bent over the kitchen table to put Jj’s plate where he normally sat.

“Either way, hilarious they got you outside in nothing but your socks and underwear.” You cackled at the memory. The normally stoic and well put together man had truly lost it for a moment and it was priceless your dad was there to witness it.

“At least I wasn’t sleeping naked.” John grumbled not appreciating you laughing at him.

“Ew, you sleep naked?” Evelyn asked from the kitchen doorway.

“I thought you were outside.” You said in shock that you hadn’t realized your children had come in.

“Jj and I came through the front door and hid in Lily’s room.” Evelyn told you triumphantly. Jj was soon behind her with a shit eating grin.

“Don’t wake me up like that again. Nearly gave me a heart attack.” John lightly reprimanded the two who only giggled in response.

“Can you grab Lily from the living room, dinners ready.” Ruffling both their hair you were met with confused looks.

“What?” You asked making your way back to the cupboards to grab everyone water.

“Lily’s not in the living room.” Jj stated and gave you a weird look.

“I just saw her in there watching tv.” You stopped what you were doing and went straight for the living room.

Jj and Evelyn followed behind and to your surprise Lily really wasn’t there. Her show was still playing and toys were strewn about the living room. With a surprised look you shooed your children towards the kitchen. You peaked your head into the hallway bathroom to see it empty and then made your way upstairs.

“She must be in her room.” You mumbled to yourself a prickling of worry starting to form in the back of your head.

Lily didn’t tend to wander around the house or really at all. Evelyn was the one you had to keep a close eye on at this age. Walking into Lily’s room it was empty. Back tracking you checked Jj’s room, the bathroom, Evelyn’s room, then your own. But there was no Lily. You had become more frantic as you got to each room and soon enough you were running through the house to get downstairs.

“John, I can’t find Lily.” You quickly told your husband as you ran for the laundry room. He was just setting her plate down at the table.

“What do you mean?” John was taken off guard but once he saw you opening the washer and dryer to make sure they were child free he knew you were panicked.

John stopped what he was doing and headed straight for the basement. The fact you were checking dangerous places immediately after running upstairs to get your youngest set off alarm bells in his head. It didn’t matter if she was hidden in a closet or something if she had gotten into something dangerous or life threatening you both needed to check those off the list first.

Running down the stairs John went and checked that Lily wasn’t around his desk or near the gun safe. Then he was in your office looking everywhere for his three year old.

“Lily.” John called as he yanked the utility closet door opened to see nothing out of the ordinary.

“Is she down there?” Your voice cracked as you called to your husband.

“No, I checked everywhere.” John jogged up the stairs to see you with eyes as wide as saucers.

“I don’t know where she is.” You squeaked now absolutely panicking.

“We’ll find her. She’s too big of a scaredy cat to hide anywhere unsafe.” John gripped your shoulders and moved you to the side so he could go search the rest of the house.

“Have you two seen your sister.” You turned to Evelyn and Jj who were sitting at the dinner table looking concerned.

“No.” They spoke in unison.

You were too panicked to notice the apprehensive looks they shared. You and John were soon enough shouting Lily’s name and searching through closets, under beds, in small cupboards she’d be able to fit in. You tore the sheets off beds, knocked clothes off hangers, tossed shoes from closets, all while yelling for your daughter.

“We have to tell them.” Jj whispered, time ticking by.

“You kidding? They’re going to kill us.” Evelyn hissed back.

The shouting for Lily stopped suddenly and then the two Price children’s eyes looked up to the ceiling as they heard the sound of running feet from your bedroom to stomping down the stairs.

“We let this go on too long!” Pointing to the kitchen clock they both realized it had been over a half hour.

You were now downstairs a moment later sprinting for the backdoor with John hot on your heels. You didn’t even stop to put on shoes or a jacket and neither did their father.

“Where are you going!?” Jj yelled after you and John.

The two children stood in the doorway as they watched their parents sprint towards the pond. You were screaming Lily’s name at this point and so was John.

“Jj they think she drowned!” Evelyn shrieked, fingers lacing in her hair, and was soon running after you with Jj right behind once they had shoes and jackets on.

You were down at the ponds edge with John who didn’t wait a second and ran down the dock. The pond had a thin layer of ice across it but was far from being frozen solid. It was still thick enough that a three year old might not be able to break through once trapped underneath. John’s blue eyes scanned the water to see if there were any cracks or holes in the ice.

Soon he heard splashing and turned to see you waist deep in the water checking under the dock. John didn’t think twice and jumped in. The icy water encompass his body and was so cold it stole his breath. Fighting the burn of his lungs John opened his eyes and searched under the foggy water for any sign of his daughter. Seeing nothing John’s slipper pushed off the dirt bottom and seconds later he broke through the thin layer of ice. Swimming over to the dock he joined you and checked under it to make sure his baby girl hadn’t somehow gotten herself wedged underneath.

“What are you two doing!?” Your dad voice called frantically.

You were holding on to the middle post of the dock, your body numb from the ribcage down, as you peered between the wooden boards and splashing water. You saw John dive underneath to check more throughly.

“We can’t find Lily!” You screamed not bothering to look at him.

“Mummy I’m right here.” Lily’s sweet voice carried through the frigid air.

“LILY!” You shrieked hearing her voice.

The sound of Lily’s endearing voice made your heart stop. It was the sweetest sound and chased all the cold away. John felt as if he could cry out at the relief that swallowed him whole. Without thought John was climbing up the dock, water falling off of him and making it look easy to have no footing and being able to hoist himself from the ice.

You and John came barreling out of the water just hearing your youngest daughter. She was on your father’s hip in her teal winter coat, matching boots, yellow knit hat and gloves. Her cheeks were rosy and nose runny from being out in the cold. The sight of her unharmed and without a hair out of place had you weeping loudly as you fought against the icy pond. John was down the dock and taking Lily from your father, hugging her tight, kissing her cheek, as you struggled to get out of the water.

“Thank god. You have to tell us when you come outside, Lily. You have to.” John was gripping the young girl and spoke with such seriousness it scared her. Grabbing her by the shoulder he shook her ever so slightly to get his point across. Seeing her daddy so upset and holding her so roughly scared her beyond belief.

“I’m sorry!” Lily began to cry, shaking like a leaf on a tree.

“Why are you out here.” You stumbled out of the water, falling to your knees and then getting back up with your father’s help. He was asking you if you were alright and had his coat around your shoulders seconds later.

“Evie and Jj said we could play in the treehouse b-but they needed to get something from inside. Th-they never came back! Papa got me!” Lily cried thinking she was in trouble.

Turning, in what felt like slow motion, Jj and Evelyn could see just how angry they had made you and their father. Both your eyes were bugging out of your skulls and you looked about ready to murder. These two had been in their fair share of trouble but this was a new level of anger they had brought their parents to.

“W-we thought it would be funny if you lost Lily.” Evelyn meekly tried to defend their actions.

“EVELYN PRICE! Go inside before I lose my god damn mind! And clean up the mess we made searching for your sister!” You shouted with such ferocity she didn’t think twice and ran for the house.

“Don’t you dare move Jonathan.” John barked as his son tried to follow behind. Lily screamed having John yell in her ear and wailed harder. Jj stared back looking scared out of his mind, he was shaking but it wasn’t from the cold.

“Go get everything from the treehouse and bring it inside. It’s closed down for the rest of the winter.” Bringing his voice down from a shout so he didn’t scream in Lily’s face again, John’s teeth were gritted and puffs of weight air were quickly bursting from his mouth. He looked like a dragon about to breathe fire and gobble Jj up.

“Evie’s not going to help?” Jj asked in a small voice. His breathing was ragged and eyes wide in fear.

“You and your sister are not hanging around unsupervised until I can begin to wrap my head around why you did this. You’re horrible influences on each other!” John barked from the depths of his chest and then pointed toward the treehouse. The motion jostled Lily who cried loud and clutched to John. She was shaking with snot dribbling down her face.

“March!” John shouted like he did at the men on base. For once you didn’t care about John yelling at the kids, you felt they had it coming.

“Yes, sir.” Jj squeaked before running off to the far side of the yard.

“Lily you can’t be up there without me or daddy outside. You could fall and get hurt.” You told your three year old who was bawling her eyes out into John’s chest. She kicked her feet and was having a massive meltdown.

“I-I j-ust wanted to pl-play with Evie and Jj.” She wailed pathetically and John was trying to rub her back to help clam her down. He was breathing heavy and starting to feel the bite of his soaked clothes against his skin. Turning from John Lily practically threw herself at you and kicked her feet off of him.

“Daddy’s all wet!” She cried only to find out a moment later in your arms that you were too.

“Y-you’re wet too! I’m cold!” The little girl in your arms thrashed and cried.

John’s strong reaction had spooked her and she was having trouble calming herself while being so uncomfortable because she was now wet. A cold chill ran up your spine from your soaked clothes and the frigid winter air. All you wore was a t-shirt and leggings while being soaked to the bone. The only help was your father’s old faded brown leather jacket.

“C’mon we need to change before we catch our death.” John’s hand came to the small of your back and started to guide you toward your home. He hated hearing how your teeth chattered and then noticed your bare feet crunching against the frozen grass as his loudly squished in his slippers.

“What are you two going to do with them?” Your father asked as he opened up the backdoor for you both. He had been right next to you the whole walk, hands rubbing up and down your shoulders to try and get you warmer.

“N-no ide-a.” You spoke through clattering teeth.

“Go take a warm shower, both of you.” John pushed and you carried the sobbing Lily with you to go warm up. Water dripped on the floor behind you but you couldn’t care at the moment. You needed to get these clothes off and make sure Lily was okay.

“Well, I’ll watch the two hellions and keep them out of trouble. Don’t worry about the water I’ll clean it.” Billy nodded to John who was now stripping out of his soaked clothes down to his boxers.

“Thanks.” The first real chill ran through John’s body. It was finally setting in how freezing cold he was from taking a dive into the icy pond.

“I’m seeing you in your underwear too many times for one day.” Trying to lighten the mood Billy joked.

John barely acknowledged the comments as he took his clothes and tossed them into the wash before heading to check on you. It was dawning on him that you two had dove straight into the water for the love you had for your daughter. It made him love you so much more seeing how the care you had manifested through springing into action. From checking the dryer first to diving into the pond before even he did. It was one of the thousand reasons he married you.

Once upstairs John walked into your bedroom to hear the Trolls sound track playing and your shower going. Lily was loudly belting out the words which was a relief to John. She was fine and he had to keep reminding himself of that. Grabbing a change of clothes John made his way to the ‘kids’ bathroom down the hall in between Evelyn and Jj’s room to shower. He caught sight of Evelyn making Lily’s bed since you had torn the covers off looking for her.

The steaming water helped chase away the chill in his bones. The icy pond he had jumped into didn’t compare to the fear that had gripped him when you turned to him with horror in your eyes. You two were searching your bedroom frantically for Lily when John heard your petrified words say ‘the pond.’ It would be a memory he hoped he would be able to forget one day.

There was a moment in time where you and John both thought the worst could have happened. That Lily fell into the pond and was unable to get herself out; that you and John hadn’t noticed. It had to be one of the most bone chilling things that had consumed you and your husband.

Walking out of the bathroom John could hear Lily giggling from your shared bedroom and it was the sweetest sound John swore he ever heard. Making his way inside John smiled widely seeing you and your three year old cuddled up in your bed in pajamas with wet hair and sweet smiles. Once your eyes met John could see how much love you had for your daughter and that you wouldn’t be letting her go or out of your sight for some time.

“Mummy said I can sleep with you tonight!” Lily squealed as she snuggled in closer to you.

“Absolutely you can. And I’ll even let you sneak some sweets before bedtime.” John added on needing to spoil his little princess.

John crawled into bed and laid on top of you and Lily, squishing you both into the mattress. You laughed under John’s weight and Lily was giggling uncontrollably. She tried to push John off of you two but he only wrapped you both up into a bear hug.

“You’re squishing us daddy!” Lily laughed, sticking her hand in John’s face and pushing him with all her might.

“Hm, am I?” He asked before rolling off and then promptly being pounced on by the three year old.

“Why don’t we get some takeaway. Dinners cold by now and I’ll just heat it up for lunch tomorrow.” Speaking softly you ran your fingers through Lily’s hair and snuggled up so she was sandwiched between you and John.

“Can we get fried rice!?” Lily quickly asked, perching herself on John’s chest.

“We can get whatever you want.” With a kiss to the top of her head John was up and moving with Lily in his arms.

“Pancakes for dessert?” Lily asked in her cutest voice as you followed behind.

John stopped at the top of the stairs feeling you tug his shirt sleeve. With outstretched hands you motioned to take Lily from him. It was obvious in your eyes you wanted to hold your baby for much longer than John realized. He felt the same not wanting to put her down but could see it was something you desperately needed. To hold her close and feel she was okay. That the scary thought that you had lost her was just that; only a thought. With a small nod John handed Lily to you and watched as you clutched her firmly to your chest.

“You like tight snuggles mummy.” Lily smiled into your neck and hugged you back.

“Just love you.” You whispered into the crown of her hair.

It was futile to hold back the emotions as your bottom lip began to wobble and you softly began to cry with your baby girl in your arms. John was quick to stroke your back and kiss your forehead trying to comfort you.

“She’s okay, darling.” John whispered to you.

“I’m okay mummy.” Lily parroted John not truly understanding what she was saying. Pulling her head away Lily kissed your cheek.

“No tears, you’re okay.” Lily said to you like you had said to her so many times when she was scared of something. All you could do was hug her tighter and nod as you tried to get your tears under control.

“Let’s get you that fried rice.” You sniffled, letting John wipe your tears.

“I’ll handle the other two.” John kissed your head and motioned for you to head downstairs. You sniffled and nodded deciding you’d be making your dad order the food while you held on to Lily.

With a heavy sigh John took the few steps to Evelyns room where he could see her staring at him through the crack in her door. Giving her a stern look she slowly opened her door and was staring up at him with big crocodile tears in her eyes.

“I didn’t mean to make mum cry. We thought it’d be funny.” Evelyn babbled out.

Squatting in front of the nine year old it took all of John not to shout at her for this prank.

“Lily could have been hurt badly. She’s too little to be up in that treehouse without me or your mum. If she fell she could have broken her neck. We’ve told you and Jj a hundred times if Lily’s going to play outside with you, a grownup has to be there because of the pond. If she ever fell in she could drown and that’s what your mum and I thought happened when we couldn’t find her. Do you understand how serious this is?” Staring through his eyebrows John tried to make this as crystal clear as possible.

“I-I’m sorry. I’ll listen, I promise.” With a hiccuped sob Evelyn was nodding her head.

“You two are grounded so no tv, no video games, and absolutely no more pranks.” John spoke calmly and Evelyn nodded sniffling back tears. With a deep sigh John brought her into a hug and then kissed the top of her head.

“Stay in your room I’ll call you down when dinners ready.” Standing back up John watched as Evelyn went and sat on her freshly made bed and then curled up with her face in her pillow. With a heavy heart he shut her door and then heard his little girl begin to cry into her pillow. It hurt his soul to walk away from that room without comforting her but John saw this as a learning lesson.

Jogging down the stairs John checked the living room for Jj and soon saw him dragging in a bag of stuff through the back door. It was the remaining toys and books from the tree house.

“J come chat with me in the living room.” John called down the hallways. Jj kicked off his shoes and made his way over with regret written across his face.

“I’m sorry dad. Lily’s not allowed outside or in the treehouse without you or mum because of the pond and I-I forgot. We thought it- I mean, I thought it would be a funny p-prank. Not, not, not that you would think-. I didn’t know you would- I’m sorry you thought Lily fell in the pond. I’m really really sorry.” Jj stuttered out his apology, he was nervous beyond belief.

While cleaning out the treehouse it had given the young boy plenty of time to think. He came to the conclusion he knew better and wouldn’t give any trouble about his punishment. It was that guilty conscious of his tugging at his heart. With his head cast down Jj rubbed the tears from his eyes.

“Come here.” Waving his son over John gave him a hug and patted his back letting the young boy have a moment to dry his tears.

“No need to lecture you since you already know what you’ve done. Bring that last bag to the basement then head upstairs. You’re grounded but I think you already know that. I’ll call you down for dinner in a bit.” Jj shook his head at John’s words and made his way to take the last bag of toys from the treehouse down to the basement.

The young boy stopped in the kitchen after taking the bag downstairs where he hugged you for a while. You placed Lily down so you could kneel down and give your son a big hug. Walking in John watched as your son softly cried in your arms, quiet ‘I’m so sorry’ muttered against your neck. It pained you to see your son so distraught and remorseful. He usually saw his fault even at such a young age, it made it hard bringing the hammer down. You were still mad beyond belief and consequences would be enacted but Jj hardly ever cried and you weren’t going to send him away. Lily hugged Jj too which made him cry a bit harder until he had then moved to hug only his baby sister.

“I promise you can play with me in my room after dinner if you want.” Jj looked down at Lily who was hugging him around the middle.

“Please, I love playing with you.” Lily looked up at her brother who was whipping his eyes and nodding in agreement.

“I love playing with you too.” Jj took a deep breath and you gave him a kiss to his cheek and he went on his way.

“He’s a good kid.” Your dad smiled kindly to you and John.

“Hard to stay mad at him.” You sighed, picking Lily back up so she could wrap herself around you.

“No it’s not.” John contradicted, giving you and then Lily a kiss to your heads.

“Really?” You asked in mock annoyance.

“They had us thinking Lily was at the bottom of the pond. I’ll be mad for a while about this one.” John grabbed a bottle of wine from the wine fridge and uncorked it.

“Me? Thats silly! Never go near the pond. I’m not allowed.” Snuggling into your neck more Lily continued.

Sharing a look it did start to dawn on you and John that Lily was a rule follower. You still didn’t know how she made it up to the tree house since it was so high up.

“Not without mummy.” Lily was eating up the cuddles and attention, resting her face against your shoulder with her eyes closed.

“Well at least one of them remembers the rules.” John muttered.

“How’d you get into the treehouse?” You asked and watched a frown form on Lily’s lips.

“Jj carried me.” She said rather annoyed.

“Took forever to get her down.” Your dad grunted as he took the glass of wine John poured.

“I don’t like the treehouse. It’s too high.” Lily pulled away and told you seriously.

“There were dirty leaves in it, dead bugs, and bird poopy on the window.” Shaking her head you could see in his sapphire eyes there was no way she’d be going back up there.

“I had to go all the way up there and she still didn’t want to move. Was huddled in the corner crying that she wanted to go down but screamed each time I tried to pick her up.” Your dad complained. He was far from being use to a fearful child since he commonly described you as ‘hell on wheels.’

“Sounds like our Lily.” John chuckled not knowing how he would’ve handled the situation either.

“Don’t know who she takes after since you’re both fearless.” You’d dad pointed from you to John.

“Hm, I think you take after Uncle Grayson.” You snickered which had John belly laughing.

Grayson was John’s second oldest brother and was far from a brave soul. John liked to joke he was scared of his own shadow. There were plenty of stories of when John was younger defending Grayson and beating up his bullies at school. Graysons wife Eloise was the brave one and wore the pants in their relationship. Grayson was more of the quiet type who needed a leader around him or he’d get nothing done. Lily was turning out to be similar.

“So what’s the punishment for the pranksters?” Your dad asked as he took a picture of you and Lily on his phone.

“Not sure. John?” You looked to your husband who nodded back.

“I’ve got an idea.”

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“Ready you two?” John walked into the kitchen to see Evelyn and Jj standing by the back door.

It was so early in the morning that the sun had not lightened the sky. The two of them were barely awake and munching on granola bars. Normally John ran out and grabbed pastries for breakfast or took all of you out to eat. It was the one day a week where you were able to sleep in and not worry about anything until lunch. John insisted Sundays were sacred and you were to be given as much time as possible to relax. Lunch usually consisted of sandwiches and dinner was leftovers to make this day as easy as possible for you.

“Yeah.” Evelyn yawned and Jj stuck up his thumb signaling he was ready.

“Okay, today we’re going to run errands, go through the shed, and clean the chicken coop. Then when we’re done you two are going to spend quality time with Lily. Since you think tricking her by saying you’ll play with her then not following through is okay.” Johns strictness had both children nodding. They didn’t want their father anymore cross than he was already.

“Let’s go.” John waved his children out the door and they silently went about their day.

To John’s surprise there were no complaints. The two got along well and caused no trouble. It went so smoothly John had everything done by lunch time. They were all disgusting after going through the shed and cleaning the chicken coop but everything that needed to be done was.

“You’re all gross.” You had your nose upturned at your husband and two oldest as you blocked them from coming into the house.

“Darling, we need to shower.” John tried to motion you to get out of the way but you shook your head and pointed toward the little offshoot of the house that was the laundry room.

“Meet me there and you’re all stripping out of those clothes.” Not allowing a response you shut the back door and locked it.

“It’s so cold!” Evelyn looked to John who also didn’t have a choice in the matter.

“It is, but your mums not going to budge.” With a heavy sigh John lead his children over to the door of the laundry room that came out to the driveway.

You had Evelyn come in first and threw her clothes into large sink basin to be washed off before you put them in the washer. You sent her upstairs to shower and then had the boys come in and gave them privacy. By the time everyone was showered they had all eaten lunch and you’re family was sat down in the living room. You and John decided today Lily would get to pick what she did with her siblings or an activity to do as a family.

“Okay Lily you’ve had all day and night to think. What are we going to do?” You smiled and started laughing as your three year old climbed on to the coffee table as if it were her stage. She did a twirl and bowed, waving her hands at all of you until you clapped for her.

John had you tucked into his side as you two sat in the corner of the couch. Jj was sat directly in front of Lily with a big smile seeing how happy his little sister was to have all eyes on her. Evelyn was giggling, sat on the floor watching as her crayons were kicked out of Lily’s way.

“Hmmm.” Lily hummed tapping her chin and staring up at the ceiling. Then a huge smile broke out across her face as she decided what you would all be doing.

“I wanna play hide and seek! And mummy’s the seeker!” She jumped on the coffee table and threw her hands in the air.

“Nope!” You loudly protested, the giddy mood you had previously had vanishing.

“Absolutely not.” John was staring at Lily as if she had lost her mind; waving his hand and dismissing her request vehemently. Jj and Evelyn’s jaws both dropped in shock, the two looking at each other and trying not to laugh.

“But, but, but, you promised! You promised I could pick!” Lily screeched.

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Author note

~A story told in past tense through small snippets of a fictional Pazzi World.

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The way Paige and Azzi announced their relationship was subtle and without much conversation. Paige knew that without a doubt, no matter how many seats she was given at her draft table, Azzi would be there. When she was announced as the #1 pick she stood, turned to her parents for a brief hug and then quickly found the arms of the one person who mattered most to her, Azzi. She latched on to her as Azzi whispered “I love you, P. I am so proud of you. This is your moment. Your deserve it.” Paige smiled and leaned up from the hug and placed her forehead gently on Azzi’s knowing they only had a second she said “I love you so much, this isn’t my moment without you right here.” She placed her hand briefly on Azzi’s cheek and Azzi smiled “I’m here, now go to the podium.” She chuckled and so did Paige, and then Paige walked up to the podium as the #1 draft pick.

Perhaps it was that moment that told the world, or perhaps it was later that night when Azzi posted on her social media pictures of them congratulating Paige, gushing over her, and then ending the post with “I love you the most.” Only for Paige to comment on it “you’re the love of my life for real, thank you Baby 💗.” It wasn’t a comment Paige ran by Azzi, but she didn’t need too. Without saying anything, even though the girls were sitting next to each other on a couch at the after party, Azzi replied back to it “always 😘💗”

To capitalize on what they already established tonight, Paige allowed her teammates to go live one more time at the draft after party. KK was talking to the live as she normally did, wrapping her arm around Paige and hyping her up about the night and telling all the fans to get a Wings Jersey and to buy some tickets. Paige just laughed at her friends. She read some comments “umm Paige and Azzi came out!” “Pazzi for life” and then “Paige where is your girlfriend?” Paige smiled before she said “where’s my girlfriend? She’s right here, “baby the live wants to see you.” KK’s grin spread from ear to ear and then she eventually got out of the frame and Azzi joined her. She looked at Paige and smiled then turned toward the camera, waiving, “hi live.” The comments went nuts. They came in so fast the couldn’t even read them. Azzi laughed “ok guys slow down let me look at some of these.” Azzi settled on a comment to read out loud “Paige and Azzi are in love 😭” Azzi giggled and looked at Paige and Paige raised an eyebrow Azzi leaned her head on Paige’s shoulder and looked at the camera “yeah we are.” The team behind them came into the frame then, jumping for joy and wrapping their arms around them. They all laughed and then Paige said “aight aight, bye live! I’ll see you in Dallas!” Paige dragged Azzi way from her teammates and let KK do whatever she was going to do. She found a corner, wrapped up Azzi in her arms and kissed her. She kissed her for a long time, until Brittany came up behind them. “Ahem, you may want to chill.” They pulled apart with laughter, Paige said “when have I ever been chill about Azzi.” Brittany laughed “true.”

When the girls would wake up the next morning ,in their hotel room, they’d see the internet going crazy over their deceleration of love. It didn’t bother them, they were ready for it.

They would also wake to many texts from friends and family, congratulating them, supporting them, and very thankful they didn’t have to evade weird questions from people about their relationship. John and Jose were the most grateful the pressure was now off of them having an accidental slip up.

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Even though they had been together for essentially 7 years, defined or not, they had a lot of firsts. Like when Azzi showed up courtside to Paige’s first game wearing a jersey and Paige couldn’t stop staring at her. Yes, she had worn her jersey a couple of times.. but this time everyone knew that they belonged to each other. When the game was over and after acknowledgements to her team and the other team, Paige would walk straight to her girlfriend, and kiss her. Cameras around and all, Azzi would just smile and shake her head at her girlfriend. “Come with me to sign autographs.” P said immediately and Azzi followed suit as fans screamed for both Paige and Azzi. Azzi ended up signing everything Paige did and walked down the tunnel with her. In the post game media presser Paige would get her first taste of WNBA media personal who loved to ask all kinds of non basketball related questions. “Paige, we saw Azzi here tonight in your jersey, the affection you showed her at the end of the game, and then her walking down the tunnel with you. As I’m sure you know social media is already going crazy, I was just wondering if you had any comment on your relationship with your long time best friend.” Paige smiled “umm yeah, social media is what it is- but Azzi has always been there for me, I knew she’d be here today cheering me on and wearing my Jersey. I love her more than life and just really grateful to have her support.” Azzi would tell Paige later that she handled that question well, they didn’t want to ignore their relationship in the press but they also didn’t want it to be a focal point around everything they did.

~

Once the W season was over, Paige would get the chance to return her support as she would sit right behind the bench, in a #35 jersey cheering loudly for Azzi and the UConn Huskies. When the game was over and they had won, Paige would walk on the court hugging her former teammates and wrapping up her girlfriend in the biggest bear hug. She wouldn’t kiss her, only because CD would ban her from the court, but she did let hands linger just a bit on her hug.

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In April, when it would be Azzi waiting to be drafted, Paige would sit at the table along with the Fudds and when Azzi was selected #2, one behind Lauren Betts, Azzi would take her last hug at the table from Paige, and then lightly kiss her lips before heading to the podium. Paige would stand the entire time, watching her being interviewed and smiling as big as she could.

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When Paige and Azzi would meet each other for the first time on opposing squads, they wore matching shoes. Paige walked up to Azzi who entered on the court before tip off with the rest of the starting 5 for her squad. They had decided they’d go back to their roots when they would see each other on the court, so they brought their hands together and did their familiar USA basketball handshake as the cameras watched. The crowd at Dallas erupted, and the girls laughed. “Good luck baby” Paige said. Azzi winked “I don’t need luck, I’ll see your ass once this is over.” Paige laughed “like my naked ass?” “Yep” Azzi said over her shoulder, as she walked to join her team. Paige just smiled after her, laughing, and then dapped up Arike to get in game mode.

That evening the girls would lock themselves away from the world, relishing in the short time they had together. They knew this was their new normal and they were ok with that. It didn’t matter they would now have more days apart than together.. because the days together were worth every single one they spent apart.

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mornings - part two

MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI

cw: more angst, still no comfort (i promise it’s coming in the next part), heartbreak, one mention of panic attacks, prescription benzo use, recreational coke use, drinking, arguing, mention of a gun and a gunshot at the end, not proofread lol

an: thank u all SO SO much for all of the love on part one !!! i am blown away and in awe. there also will be a part three for sure <3

part three

the past twenty-six days had not been kind to you. your mornings were spent rotting away in bed until your mom would force you to get up, her expression of concern always made you feel even worse. your days weren’t much better, you forced yourself to detach from your heart and numb your emotions. it was the only way you knew how to keep going. you put on a mask during the day with your parents, giving them occasional smiles and laughs that weren’t the kind that warmed their hearts. they knew you weren’t okay, but they also knew they couldn’t force you to talk about it or you’d shut down completely. your nights consisted of taking a benzodiazepine in order to fall asleep, you couldn’t sleep without them. you tried, it only led to intense panic attacks and hysterical sobs that made your mother’s heart break in front of you.

this morning had been a bit different. you were awakened when you felt a weight in your bed, and in the haze of waking up you initially thought it was rafe. you shot up the moment you remembered everything, eyes widening and heart racing, but you looked over to see sarah in your bed. "oh my god, sarah you scared the hell out of me!" you exclaimed, holding a hand over your chest.

she let out a giggle, "i'm sorry, your mom let me in. i miss you," her tone was gentle. you had become very close with sarah during your relationship with rafe. being over at the cameron's house so often led to a beautiful friendship forming between the two of you. she was like a sister to you, something you cherished deeply as you didn't grow up with a sister.

you felt a pang of guilt in your chest at her words. you knew she missed you, she'd messaged you every single day since your break up without fail, even if you didn't always text back. you had seen her a couple times, but when she asked about what happened, you told her you weren't ready to talk about it. sarah was incredibly understanding, knowing how much you loved her brother and not wanting to push you too far.

"i miss you too, sar. i'm sorry i've been such a shit friend lately." you responded to her. you gave her a small smile, curling up next to her as she sat against your headboard.

"it's okay, i know you're not doing great with everything going on right now," she trailed off with a sad smile, "but, you're going out with me tonight!" she became animated as she spoke.

you didn't have it in your heart to deny her, not when she looked at you like you were the most important person in her world. "you know i can't say no to you. where are we going?" you asked curiously.

"there's going to be a huge party at the boneyard, and you're coming with me. no ifs, ands, or buts." she giggled out, "i need to get you out of your room, you're rotting away in here, babe."

"god, you sound just like my mother," you teased back. "i'll go though, i miss you more than you know. i even miss the pogues a bit." you both laughed, referencing her newer relationship with john b.

you couldn't prevent your curiosity from getting the better of you, "how- how has he been?"

sarah bit her lip, debating internally how much to tell you. "he's been... not great. i don't see him much when i'm home, he's usually in his room with the door shut. he's been a lot more moody too, snapping at literally everyone in the house. it probably didn't help that i told him he's an idiot and he fucked up the best thing to ever happen to him."

you couldn't suppress the laugh that slipped through your lips or the slight satisfaction you felt knowing that you weren't the only one struggling. "i love you sar. thank you." you leaned over, giving her a hug.

"i love you too. now get your ass up and shower. we're getting you a new outfit for the party."

you spent the next few hours strolling through the streets of figure eight with sarah. your arms held multiple shopping bags, filled with clothes she insisted you needed for tonight. you were incredibly grateful that she had forced you out of bed, you actually felt human for the first time since everything happened.

you found yourself in a small cafe, giggling as sarah told you a story from one of her drunken adventures with the pogues.

“you know… you should talk to jj tonight. i know he thinks you’re hot.” sarah gave you a mischievous smile as she wiggled her brows.

“funny,” you rolled your eyes playfully at her, “but it’s way too soon for me to get into anything with anybody right now.”

“i didn’t mean start dating him, i just think you would have fun together.”

“i just- i don’t know, sar. i’ve been such a wreck these past few weeks… can i tell you what happened?” you looked up from your fingers to meet her eyes, now widened with shock.

“yeah, of course you can. but don’t feel like you have to if you don’t want to.”

you were grateful for her support, going into your explanation of how the last couple months of your relationship, rafe’s behavior changed drastically. sarah hung on to your every word, needing to know exactly what led to the end of your relationship.

“and so i walked into the country club to surprise him. i spent the whole morning getting ready, did my makeup how he likes, even wore a new sundress that i know he would have loved. but i walked in and…” you looked up as your vision began to blur, “he was talking with some bitch i’ve never seen before bartending. she had short brunette hair, but he fucking smirked at her the way he only does- did for me. and- and then, she basically fucking held his hand while she fucked him with her eyes, and he let it happen!”

you spit the words out like they were poison on your tongue, not noticing your voice beginning to raise with frustration. sarah’s jaw was nearly on the floor.

“what the- what the fuck?” she racked her brain, trying to remember if she’d seen anyone matching your description recently, but nothing came to her.

“god, shit. i’m so sorry, babe. i don’t know what the fuck is wrong with him.” she attempted to console you as you dabbed your eyes with a napkin.

you shrugged your shoulders, “what’s done is done. i just want to forget about everything for a while.”

she nodded, “then let’s go get ready. we can pregame at yours and ride with john b and them.”

after a few shots, a couple hours spent transforming yourself to not look like you spent the last three weeks trying to cope with your break up, and a lot of laughter, you and sarah were ready to go.

you wore a cropped loosely crocheted white sweater over your pink bikini and a white miniskirt that hugged your hips , the strings from your bottom peaking out from the top of it. you were finally feeling good about yourself again, and you’d be damned if you let anyone ruin it.

the ride to the boneyard only lifted your spirits more. it was impossible not to laugh around the pogues, especially when jj did whatever he could to hear your giggle.

you arrived just as the party was beginning to pick up. relief flooded your veins when you didn’t see rafe anywhere. you knew it was a possibility he’d be here, but it was going to be significantly easier to have a decent night without his presence lingering around.

you filled up a red solo cup at the keg, downing the cheap alcohol before refilling it.

“slow down there, or you might not make it too long.” jj approached you, giving you a flirty smile.

you gave him a laugh in response, “i’ll be fine, jay. i just want to be able to let loose tonight.”

“stick by me then, don’t want any of these pervs creeping on you.” the thinly veiled concern in his voice made you smile. you know he’s flirting, but it’s clear he wants to keep you safe knowing it’s your first night out in so long.

you spent the next hour surrounded by the pogues, and true to his word, jj looked out for you. he did so well that you failed to notice who had shown up to the party, the one and only rafe cameron.

rafe, on the other hand, saw you immediately upon arriving. it was impossible for him not to when your presence demanded his attention. he was not happy to see who you were hanging around with. his ongoing beef with the pogues was well known by everybody on the island. he didn’t come to party though, he had other business to attend to as barry gave him a side eye, “fuck are you doing, country club? you can fight for your girl later, we’ve got shit to do.”

your drink had somehow disappeared. your furrowed your brows as you looked down, giggling to yourself as you told your friends you were going to get another one. you were at the perfect level of drunk, not to the point of blacking out or vomiting, but to where you couldn’t quite walk in a straight line and everything was funny to you.

you stumbled up to the keg, starting to fill up your cup when you felt someone watching you. the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, you instantly knew who it was. it was as though there was a chip in you that alerted you to when he was nearby. you took a deep breath as you turned your head slightly, seeing rafe sat next to a man you didn’t know as he handed a small plastic bag filled with overpriced coke to a touron. rafe’s eyes didn’t leave you as he signaled him to leave.

you could hear your heartbeat in your ears, the hand holding onto your cup now trembling and the lump in your throat building. rafe stood, starting to approach you as you froze. your brain was screaming at you to run but your body refused to move an inch.

“what the fuck do you want, cameron?” your words were spat out with venom. your tone clearly surprised you both as he looked shocked momentarily. you were typically one to stand your ground, but never ever was your attitude aimed towards him.

“what do you mean ‘what the fuck do i want’? you fucking up and left out of nowhere and haven’t spoken to me in almost a month.” his voice was filled with anger, his nose flaring as he clenched his jaw.

you let out a humorless laugh, “out of nowhere? you can’t be serious, rafe. you treated me like shit the last few months of our relationship.” you didn’t yet mention seeing his interaction with the bartender at the country club, not knowing if topper and kelce had told him about seeing you when you left that fateful day.

“what? be-because i couldn’t be with you twenty-four fucking seven? like i- i wasn’t out working my ass off to afford nice shit for you?”

“‘working your ass off’ will you stop fucking lying to me? i fucking saw you at the country club,” his facial expression showed confusion, bringing his brows together to try and understand what you were talking about, “you let that bitch touch you, you looked at her how you used to look at me. i spent hours getting ready, i showed up, wanting to surprise my boyfriend for lunch, and what do i see? my boyfriend letting some bartender hang off of him while he flirts with her?”

your voice had raised as you got more and more angry. you were now shouting at him as other partygoers failed to hide their stares and murmuring. nobody ever talked to the kook prince the way you currently were, unless they wanted their face bashed in.

rafe grabbed your arm harshly, pulling you down the beach and away from others. you stumbled behind him, knowing you weren’t physically or mentally strong enough to push him away.

when you looked up at him, you suddenly noticed his blown-out pupils. you felt your heart sink. “you’re using again.” you stated flatly.

he scoffed, rolling his eyes at you. “don’t act like you fucking care.” he spat out at you.

“jesus fucking christ- rafe, when did you start again?”

“don’t worry about it. when did you come to the country club?” his tone was demanding, sparking further irritation in you.

“the day i left. i- i let a lot of shit slide for too long, because… because i wanted to be a good girlfriend and support you when i thought you were just stressed out from work. and, in return, i get to watch my boyfriend make me look like a fucking idiot.”

rafe was silent for a minute, his lips pursed as he clearly was trying to remember what he was doing before he came home to an angry ward and an empty room. then realization hit him, he knew exactly what you were talking about. he brought his palm up to his face, groaning.

when he was about to speak, he was cut off. “is cameron bothering you?” jj’s familiar voice called out. you looked past rafe’s large figure to see all of the pogues standing beside him, looking ready for a fight if it came to it.

rafe gave a humorless chuckle, “stay the fuck out of it, pogue.” he clearly wouldn’t go down without a fight either.

your heart stopped for a moment and your body filled with ice cold terror as jj pulled out a gun that was hidden behind his back in his waistband. it was clear you weren’t the only one not expecting it as the rest of them looked at jj with concern, john b telling him to put it away. “yeah? let’s fucking go, rafe. been itching for a fight for too long.”

everything became blurred. the mixture of shouting, seeing figures suddenly moving towards each other, and the unmistakeable sound of a gunshot, and then everything went black.

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the ex-wife chronicles pt.3 (ex husband!john price x f!reader)

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John wakes up regretfully. It’s too easy to bite at a newcomer, especially you with all the history between you too. He’s determined to make it up, but with Ghost and Soap coming, it’ll be a lot harder to get you alone. Plus, despite Soap’s injury, Simon is too perceptive. He’ll know something is going on. John’s debated telling the team about your ex status, but he doesn’t want to ruin whatever perception they have of you. He’s really hoping you can help the team, and he’s not going to let his past eclipse that.

Once John gets dressed, he finds you and Gaz eating breakfast in the kitchen. There’s a third bowl of oatmeal waiting for him on the counter, with a sprinkle of brown sugar. He just knows you made it and now he feels even more dick-ish. Great.

“Soap an’ Ghost will be here in thirty minutes.” John says by way of greeting. Gaz grunts, clearly still sleepy, and you nod, eyes trained on the empty bowl in front of you. “Thanks for the breakfast, Doc.” John murmurs as he walks past your chair to get his bowl. You don’t even correct his insinuation, just tense your shoulders a bit before dropping them and nodding. The air isn’t as tense as he thought it would be, which is the most he can ask for during this reunion. 

“You guys ready to see your teammates?” You ask the space in front of you. It’s said pleasantly, a rarity in a team built for battle and bloodshed. John nods and Gaz launches into a story of how, years ago, Johnny wooed almost all of the nurses that took care of him after a nasty cut to his leg. The story takes up the rest of breakfast, thankfully. He’s stopped by the sound of honking outside the compound. Gaz jumps in his seat and takes off to the front. You stand and move to follow, but John stops you with a hand to your waist.

“I’m sorry for last night.” He whispers, his hand moving to the small of your back as he guides you towards the front doors. Surprisingly, you don’t shrug it off. “It’s fine, John. I was being mean.” He squeezes your waist and drops his hand before he can remind himself that you’re no longer his to squeeze. “Reckon we both were. Thought a decade might change that, but looks like we’re still kids.” You bark out a small laugh and shake your head, looking down at your synced footfalls. “Looks like it.” You reply, light and airy. A welcome change from this morning. 

“If it makes you feel better, I am a bit. Lonely, that is.” He doesn’t know why he said that, why he’d trust you with that information despite having not seen you in years. It’s not like you know each other anymore, have no reason to trust except Laswell- “I think I am, too. Different reasons but…” You trail off, shrugging. When you look up at him, eyes catching for the first time this whole morning, he can’t help but remember how you look under him, wet and willing. Breath catching as you both try something new, his voice soft and low in your ear…

“Cap!” Soap’s voice, clear and healed, rings out in the crisp morning air. His hair is gone, replaced with a rough buzzcut on the side of his head that the bullet grazed. He grips a cane loosely, like it’s there just in case. Other than being in civvies, he looks almost exactly like normal. Whole. Simon is also dressed in civvies, a black sweatshirt and blue jeans, his arm fluttering at his side like he’s waiting for Soap to fall so he can catch him. It only took a bullet for him to get over himself. How predictable.

“It’s good to see you, Soap.” John peels himself from your side and claps both of his men in one-armed hugs. They linger a bit, mostly because John needs to feel Soap’s beating heart before he can let him go. When he’s done greeting Simon, he finds you already introducing yourself to Soap, your hand clasped in his. Simon stiffens imperceptibly and John pats his shoulder in reassurance before stepping back. “Few weeks an’ you’re already a caveman.” John grunts, only for Simon’s ears. He can feel the force of his eye roll and grins under his mustache before joining Gaz where he stands. You greet Simon next, and John holds his surprise in as the man takes your handshake. Maybe he has softened. Maybe so has John.

“Well, I’m glad to see you all together. Johnny starts his PT tomorrow, so today we’ll spend as much time as we can together. I talked to the facility and he’ll be able to join us twice a week on the days he’s not working with them.” You sound a bit like a summer camp instructor, but your brightness is welcomed to cheer up the reunion. If you weren’t here, John has a feeling they would’ve already started day-drinking in a dark pub somewhere. “Y’r makin’ me work, Doc.” Johnny comments goodnaturedly. You smile and it’s blinding. “I’m not treating anyone, but especially you, with kiddie gloves. I know the conditions you’re used to and I definitely know you won’t do any good being idle. Anyone disagree?” They’re all silent, even John. He can’t refute a single point.

They follow you back into the building, Gaz and Soap bickering like old times. Simon didn’t even pretend to bring an overnight bag, simply setting down an extra cane for Soap in his room. John’s chest tightens. He excuses himself to the bathroom, shutting the door forcefully and locking it. It’s hit him now, that it won’t ever be the same. Soap probably won’t be able to come back and Simon will do anything for him. Gaz is here, always following John’s lead, but he’s destined for greater things than Sergeant. John’ll probably get assigned new soldiers within the year, prodigies of their classes who aren’t worth half of any of his men. And for now he’s just in limbo, waiting. Shepherd and Makarov are dead. Other loose strings have been tied. His men will leave, but where does that leave him? Of course, he’s moved teams, locations, bases. But this one stuck, these are his men. With every thought, his heart beats louder and louder in his ears.

There’s a soft knock at the door. “Occupied.” John grunts out. “It’s me.” Your voice is muffled through the wooden door. Reason has long left him, which is the only reason his shaking hand unlocks the lock. You slip in quietly, keeping it tightly closed so no one else could see. “Gaz is taking them on a walk, we’re meeting them at base in twenty. When- John? Can you hear me?” He’s gripping the basin of the sink hard, like he wants to break it. The faucet is leaking, small drips landing every few seconds. 

“Alright, John, can you breathe for me? In and out, let’s do it together.” He scrambles and finds your hand warm and strong, squeezing his. It’s a reminder that you’re here, he’s here and not in some world where the carpet has been swept out from under him. You move his hand to your chest, where he can feel your lungs expand under your t-shirt. It grounds him as he matches your breathing to his, breaths calmer with every inhale and exhale. “You’re doing good, John. There you go.” Your voice rumbles through his hand, immovable as a mountain. He blinks and his vision is clear, staring straight into the mirror. His hand lays on your sternum, covered by your own. It feels a bit like ownership, security. The rest of his face looks…normal. His hair is in place, his beard sharp from where he cleaned it up this morning. There’s no signs of that immense pressure that had been pressing into him.

“Feel better?” You ask. He meets your eyes in the mirror, can sense you’re going into doctor mode. “Yeah, love. Feelin’ alrigh’.” The petname slips out unbidden, and neither of you acknowledge it. All you do is nod, squeezing his hand on your chest before dropping it back to his side. “Seeing them must have been hard. I’m sorry it hit you like this.” He nods. John runs the water and cleans his hands, washing away the sweat that gathered there. You watch from your perch near the door, all-seeing.

“John, do you-”

“Let’s talk later, Doc. Need to get t’ base.” He can’t bring himself to glimpse the pity on your face, so he simply walks out the door. There’s a ghost of a touch against his back as he passes you, so light he could’ve imagined it. Something tells him he didn’t, so he does what a good soldier does and compartmentalizes.

The two of you walk in silence all the way to base. When you both get there, the boys are waiting by what suspiciously looks like an…ATV. He turns to you, and the placid expression you’ve been maintaining suddenly transforms into a grin. “Welcome to our first day of team bonding!” 

-

“Don’t worry, we’re not doing anything to aggravate injuries. I just figured between this and a golf cart, you might want something fun.” Your words meet four blank male faces. Clearly, they are not excited at your tone. “Where are we goin’ on it, Doc?” Gaz eventually asks. “We’re going on a nature walk!”

Jeez, not a happy crowd.

“There’s a small forest a few kilometers from here. We’re going on a nature walk.” You like scaring human war machines with the phrase ‘nature walk’. It’s a way for them to talk about their feelings while hiding their faces in foliage, one of your favorite tricks of the trade.

Unfortunately, the ATV is not big enough. It would be, with two seats in the front and a bench for three in the back, if you were with regular soldiers. Unfortunately, Gaz insists on driving and Soap needs the passenger seat so he doesn’t get vertigo. They’re the two leanest which leaves you with two hulking masses of muscle in the back. You can’t sit in the middle as you tried to do in the beginning, before Simon almost sat on you. Before you can tell them you’ll meet them there, John swings out and snatches you from where you’re standing outside the vehicle. There’s no doors so in an instant, you’re seated on his lap. Right thigh, to be exact. You haven’t touched him like this in a decade and he’s since put on weight, muscle and fat combining into a very comfortable seat. You’ve gained weight too, but it doesn’t occur to you to protest. If he wants to sign up for this, you’re not going to stop him.

You’re not going to slide down further into John’s lap when Gaz guns the gas pedal, seemingly knowing where the forest is without you telling him. You’re not going to put a hand on John’s other thigh as you hit a bump, no seat belts in sight. You’re not going to squeeze it hard, to feel that rigid muscle and sinew under your fingertips. You won’t let his arm tighten around your waist, his hand splayed on your belly like he owns it. You will, in fact, ignore the side eye Ghost is giving you, the searing gaze of Gaz in the rear view mirror. 

You do jump off the moment the vehicle stops.

“Right, well, let’s get going before the sun gets higher.” Absurdly, you expect something to have changed during the ride. For John to pull you into him and whisper something foul in your ear. You expect to have to reject him or ask how he’s doing after his panic attack. None of that happens.

Instead, John stays in the back of the group, walking with Soap as he tests out his cane on the worn trail of the forest. You walk in between Ghost and Gaz, thankful for the latter’s conversation. You let them get settled in, cataloguing escape routes and the rustling of creatures until their shoulders relax. It’s only when Ghost seems settled that you clear your throat to get their attention.

“Right, everyone. We’re going to address the elephant in the room.” It’s been grudging acceptance so far, but the forest turns pin-drop silent. These poor soldiers, taught they have to wage war on themselves even off the battlefield. It’s unfortunate, to have such unique skills you get turned into a weapon, not able to wield yourself anymore.

“We’re going to say something we regret. Could be about the last mission, or not. But I want you to take this seriously. Think of things that have been on your chest.” The only sound is the occasional chirping bird. These men know how to walk silently, so you’re the loudest one there.

“I’ll go first.” You say when no one says anything. You decide to start light. “I regret eating oatmeal before this. My stomach is turning.” That gets a pity laugh from Gaz. You catch his eyes, pleading for him to go next.

“I regret not bringing enough candy back with me.” The men grumble and hum, going around in a circle with lighthearted comments. Forgetting cigarettes, a last trip to the pub, a massage. When it gets back to you again, you steel yourself for an uncomfortable silence. “I regret not staying in London longer.”

Gaz scratches the back of his head. Ghost cracks his neck. You can’t see Soap or John behind you, but you bet they’re fidgeting as well. They can sit for hours behind a sniper scope, but talking about their feelings sets them on edge, years of training down the drain. (You know that’s not true. That they feel comfortable and safe enough with each other to show these little bits of emotion. But you like to think it’s you, that unnerves them).

It’s quiet for a few minutes. Sticks break under feet and light breaks through the winter-worn trees, not yet having bloomed with new leaves. Only when the sun temporarily blinds you does Gaz speak. “I regret not spendin’ more time with my mum ‘fore I left.” He grunts out. You nudge his shoulder in thanks. He’s a bit stiff, but relaxes eventually. 

“Ah regret runnin’ in tae tha’ fuckin’ room.”

“Johnny-”

“Soap-”

“Now, Soap-”

Despite their protests, there was a collective sigh in the group. The acknowledgement, the truth of it barren and raw. Pain is etched into their faces, wrinkled and squinting. But there’s something else there too. Relief. Acknowledgement. 

“I think that’s enough for today. Let’s get some lunch in all of you.”

The dynamic switches on the way back. John leads, Gaz trailing hesitantly behind him. Ghost and Soap after him, their hands occasionally brushing as they walk. You bring up the rear, cataloguing your own admission. I regret not staying in London longer. You’d left for your first mission with the Americans, the meeting with Laswell that would change your life.

You’d also left to escape the divorce papers tucked into the bedtable of your new, shitty flat.

When you get to the ATV, John is already sitting in his spot, legs spread to accommodate you. You resolutely do not look down at his cargos stretched over skin. 

When you sit, John tugs you closer than he had on the way there. Gaz drives smoothly at a reasonable speed, no bumps in sight. You have no explanation for the hairy paw that sits on the pouch of your stomach, securing you like a seatbelt. Or your hand on his chest, the stability unnecessary as the ATV rolls over flat land. 

John squeezes your waist. You squeeze him back.

-

so i neared a super angsty moment with soap and the boys on this but i decided to stick to the romance bc me personally thats what i am here for

also im making this group therapy stuff up as i go pls dont expect medical accuracy

[mushies-stories]

TF141- S/O that has a lot of plushies

Warning: none, little suggestive for soap and ghost.

John Price

He treats your plushies like they are real life people, talks to them just like he would one of your friends. Shows actual respect for them.

Will sit with them on your bed while you are getting ready for a night out. He chats with them too! Mostly to keep himself entertained while he watched you doll yourself up. 

“Beautiful, in’she? A fine work of art I got myself here.” He exclaimed to one of the plush bunnies with overalls on.”

“Taken quite a while though, wonder if we’ll make it out within the next hour?” he then asks after another five minutes with a soft sigh. He leaning his head back lovingly onto the pile of plushies behind him when you give him a glare through the mirror. 

When you're cuddling on the couch or in bed, watching a movie or show he doesn't mind one bit that you have a plush in your arms. He thinks it cute how you cuddle all close to him but refuse to let go of your precious plushie.

He lets you keep a few stuffies at his place so whenever you stay over you know you have one there. He likes the one you left with a little green cardigan and glasses the most. 

When you move in with him he lets you bring the whole gang on one condition. you make use of putting most of them up so they aren't too scattered. He gets you one of those corner net sling.. Thingies..? Lets you use a few small ones as decor on shelving. 

Your favorites were allowed out and there was at least one stuffie in every room. 

He was all for letting you have your stuffies and respecting them.

Until it was time for bed. 

He would let you fall asleep against him with your plush being held tightly in your arms. He loved watching you fall into blissful peace and slumber so waiting wasn’t much of a task. When he feels your body completely relax against him and your arms loosen around the plush, he slowly pulls it from your arms. He lets it fall beside you on the other side of the bed and smiles while your arms reach out for him.

He will wrap you up in his arms and finally let himself succumb to slumber with your head on his chest and his arms holding you tight.

Gaz

much like price, he respects your stuffies. Doesn't care too much to interact with them but will say ‘excuse me’ when moving one out of his way.

I feel like he’s just the most uncaring but also still thinks it's adorable.

He likes to use them as head rests and pillows. Best for taking a nap while he waits for you. 

Doesn’t mind if you sleep with one but if he feels like he needs a little more attention he will pull it gently from your arms without waking you and pull you closer. Sometimes he just wants all of your attention, even if it's asleep, to be on him. Does not care if the stuffie is banished to the floor however and will fling it once he has it free from your clutches.

If you are watching TV or something on the couch and he feels like he needs more of your attention and touch he would gently tug on your plushie and give you those big puppy eyes of his.

“Love, how’bout givin me some of that attention, yeah?”

You set your plushie aside and curl up closer to him and give his jaw or cheek a few kisses before relaxing again. 

Most of the time though he thinks it's cute and likes to watch your face light up when you see a plushie at a store, even if he won't let you buy it because you have enough at the moment.

“Sorry lovie, got too many right now.” he chuckles with a shake of his head when you stick your bottom lip out at you.

When you start living together he is a lot like price. Doesn't want them all over so as long as the majority have a place to be while not being used he will be fine with you bringing them all over.

Won't let you have them all over the house as much though. One or two out because he doesn't want to step on any or have to move them around too much.

Soap

Is kind of a menace to your plushies. He doesn't mind them one bit, thinks you're adorable with your pile of plushies. However, he has little to no real respect for them. Instead he acts more like a child with them then you ever have. 

WILL throw them, lay all over and crush them, banish them to the floor and he has broken a button or two off one the plushies coats.

“Sorry Bonnie, didn't mean to.” he would pout and you’d forgive him.

Uses a goofy voice to speak for the plushies when you get mad at him for being so rough. 

Does get jealous when you cuddle your plushies over him sometimes. When's he’s just gotten home and all of your attention isn't on him? Nope, he will throw that plush to the other side of the couch and pull you into his lap.

Will rile you up before bed just so you let you plush go while he sucks your neck and grinds his knee between your legs just to lay down and drag your body against his before you can even grab your plush back.

“G’night Bonnie.” he mumbles happily against your head as he nuzzles you closer into him like he was a big snake coiling around you.

You decide it's best to put up your plushies when moving in with him, knowing how destructive he could be, even though he doesn't really mean to be.

You still keep a few out for yourself, mostly ones that don't have anything that could be ripped off or broken.

When he's gone you happily take them all down and out and cuddle them until you get word he's on the way home. 

You have been caught more than a few times when he unexpectedly comes home late only to find your shared bed covered in plush and you sunk under them all. He proceeded to fling them out of his way to get to you.

Ghost

Is the meanest. Aha.

Try to have some kind of respect for your plush friends but not that much. Will crush them right under him when he lays on your bed, not caring for your protests.

“They can't breathe love, just fluff and stitches.” he comments.

Find it adorable when you're pouting at him until he gets up and lets you fix the mess he made.

Relaxing turns into teasing quickly when you're trying to cuddle a stuffie and him at the same time. He gets a little jealous that you pay more attention to the ball of stuffing over him.

You’ll soon find your neck being peppered with kisses, his big hands wandering and grouping your body until he’s able to pull your plush from your arms. Wants you to hold onto him while he's there, he misses your touch so much while he’s deployed. 

“My time, they have you while I'm gone, don't they?” he would grumble into your ear.

He likes to crawl into bed after you just so he can rip your stuffie away with a kiss to your pouting lips. Lays his head on your chest and hugs your body so you have to use him to cuddle. 

Really… this all started by you calling him your big teddy bear once while cuddling. Now all the others are just threats at this point.

He solved the problem with how many you had by getting a new place that had a spare room. With a daybed and decor you picked out, it became your plushies new home.

Doesn’t care when a few escape but when he notices too many around the house will just throw them back in the room as he passes.

Basically he is jealous of them and needs all of your attention when he's home.