#WHEN I SAY SHOTGUN YOU SAY WEDDING
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give me envy give me malice give! me! your! attention!
#WHEN I SAY SHOTGUN YOU SAY WEDDING#the passenger#art#film#mine#đ«#if anyone knows how to make tumblr not crunch jpegs into like 5 pixels tops lmk
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Names
Every little girl dreams of getting married. Of her one day in the sun where she is the most important girl in the world. When she finally is viewed as sucsessful by her friends and family and takes his name.
But names matter, don't they darling?
I will not give mine away to just any random whore so easily. And as you are now isn't good enough. Prove to me you are worth it. Let me corrupt you into being my own personal cocksleeve; that's all a woman is after all. Let me mold you into the object that I deem worthy of my desire. Us? We? Ours? No.... I. Me. Mine. Tears of joy at the alter? Wong again, darling. You are signing your life, everything you are, over to me completely. I will have cries of terror. You will sob and wretch as you accept the role you were forced into. That I forced upon you. Your tears will ruin the hours of meticulous work to make you perfect in front of everyone you've ever even barely respected.
And you will be all the more brilliantly beautiful for it.
Only then will I finally grant you your oldest and deepest desires. I will wipe away the last vestiges of the old "you" that person, that thing that no longer exists. I will prove to the world you chose to submit to me, you chose to abandon any pride you had for your family name just for the opportunity to finally have mine.
Yet, that isnt quite right, is it dear?
That name you currently use isn't worthy of mine. It is used; broken and worthless. A memory of the failure you were before me. Don't worry, I will decide upon new one for you. You don't mind, do you Ami? Who's going to complain, your mother? You decided to let me replace her family name with mine the first time you spread your legs for me like the good little whore you are. Why then, would she care about your first name?
Oh, you don't like that name? Hahahaha. I don't care.
Whatever name I give you will be better than the one you used to have. I like it, its cute and silly and diminutive. It fits you.
Oh? Your witness will stop it?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
You're so completely adorable when you're desperate.
The maid of honnor -your best friend- sold you for a two dollar raise. She already signed the license with your new name, Ami. I warned you all your friends were cunts. But of course, the failure that you were, you didnt belive me. Now you will finally realize I am the only one able to see your value.
Shhhh Ami, dont cry. You will forget your old name along with all the trauma, all the disappointment and failure behind it. Save those tears for tomorrow.
You'll need them.
#Names#Forced wedding#Yes you will be pregnant when you say âI doâ#shotgun wedding#corruption kink#bd/sm breeding#submisive and breedable#daddy's good girl#scandal
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Iâm bleeding on the ballroom floor, just for the attention tho
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i know i'm making shit up wholecloth here but the august-abian-perri dynamic is soso real to me like they had that shit going for months & then a&a got married and they all stopped doing the toxic besties thing for 20 years. but you still see the echoes
#leads 2 a no. of very strange experiences in finnikin's life bc all this happened when he was a baby so any reference vexes & confuses him#my other key vision for this is that when a&a have to do their shotgun wedding b4 they decide what they're going to do about it#perri says i know a guy. & abian says is it that girl from the forest you fight &/or fuck every friday again. & he says well. yes.#tbf though she does come through when infant celie contacts like. scarlet fever or something (childhood illness celie you will always be#famous) thus setting the stage for later stupid shit i like to do w/ abian and tesadora#<- just a glimpse into my twisted mind
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SHOTGUN WEDDING | Rafe Cameron
MASTERLIST (oneshot) | x Maybank!Female Reader
Summary â You and Rafe are nothing but casual. But when he suddenly has the idea to get married, you agree after some convincing.
Content â 18+, smut, fluff, fingering, blowjob, and banter.
Word Count â 2.2K
"Let's get married."
"What?" You say breathlessly, lifting yourself by the elbows and turning to face Rafe. You don't know if you heard him correctly.
"I said let's get married," Rafe repeats in a lower octave, pushing away the prickling feeling beneath his skinâa consequence of your reaction to his vulnerable declaration.
There it is again. Clear as day. You hadn't misheard him the first time, and the dawning strike of realization causes your heart to skip several beats. But you still don't acknowledge it. Blinking, you're trying to decipher whether this is some cruel trick. "You're not serious."
"Do I look like I'm kidding?"
Annoyance flickers through his hard features and you purse your lips, not wanting to provoke him further by providing a sharp-witted comment. Your mind is spinningâpartially from all the orgasms Rafe pulled from you, but also from the proposition.
Marriage. Does he understand the absoluteness of that proposal?
You suspect he doesn't. "You're delirious," you brush it off with a casual laugh, wanting to admonish any potential embarrassment that may arise in him and to move forward. "Let's just forget about it."
"I don't want to forget about it." Rafe grits through clenched teeth. Your reaction is the complete opposite of what he'd imagined to happen. Sure, you weren't the type to jump for joy, but goddamn, you couldn't give him something? "You still haven't given me an answer."
"You don't want a real answer."
"I'm clearly asking for one."
"It's just the post-sex haze."
"It's called post-nut clarity," he rectifies, "And my mind is perfectly clear."
You're giving him exits, to pretend to forget about it and act as if it never happened, but Rafe takes none of them. He doesn't want to drop it, so, finally, you ask. "Why?"
A heavy beat passes before Rafe shrugs, attempting to appear nonchalant when all he can hear is the thrumming of his own heart. "I like being inside of you," he reasons, before meeting the unimpressed look on your face, and adds. "You make me laugh."
You scoff. "Yeah, so do small children falling over. Get off of me," you shove him off, pulling to the ledge of the bed where your wobbly legs find balance on Rafe's hardwood floor. Not knowing how to process this change in affairs, you go search for your clothes instead.
Rafe watches as you scramble around the room, a reflexive habit of yours whenever you feel uncomfortable. His agitation flares, his jaw locks, and with a narrowed gaze that follows your every move, he pulls to a sitting position and rubs his chin with the back of his hand.
"Goddammit. Stop looking for your shit and look at me," Rafe commands, his voice bleeds with a tinge of desperation, forcing you to halt your recovery search to face him. Exposed. Utterly naked. But instead of Rafe making some sexual innuendo about your body, his eyes remain on your face. "Why don't you believe me?"
"Because we've only been fucking," you list, using your manicured fingers to count out all the reasons why this is a terrible idea. "You call me whenever you want a hookup. We're never not arguing, and I swear, sometimes, you don't even like me."
"I like you just fine," Rafe shrugs a careless shoulder, but the conviction behind his tone wavers. "And all the other reasons are bullshit. So, what? If we get married, we can fuck and fight anytime we want."
"That's faulty logic," you retort and he rolls his eyes. "Plus, it's not the basis for a strong marriage. I'm giving you an out; you're not thinking straight, Cameron."
"I'm thinking just fine."
"You sure?" You take a step closer, about to raise three fingers in the air, and ask him to relay the count, when Rafe inclines forward to grab the underside of your thigh, pulling you in. You let out a little yelp of surprise, slotting between his spread legs.
He lifts his chin to meet your gaze, his thumb running absent patterns across your sensitive skin. With a low voice, Rafe asks solemnly, "Why don't you want to get married?"
"Have you not been listening?"
"Those aren't good reasons," he affirms, causing you to huff.
"Only you would tell a woman their reasons aren't good enough," you muse, drifting your hand to the nape of his neck. You tilt your head to the side. "What classifies as a bad reason?"
A beat passes before he answers. "You don't like me."
After he says that, Rafe holds his breath, his eyes searching your face to see any minuscule change in your features only to discover none. Your hand locates his chin, caressing the hard definition of his jaw. "That's not true."
Rafe exhales. "Then, it's settled."
"No, it's not settled."
He groans, tipping his head back, enough for you to see the grand column of his throat. His Adam's apple bobs over your infuriating buffers. It's amusing, and for a brief moment, you envision a future where you get to do this forever. "Do you not want to get married?"
"I never said that."
"So, you don't want to get married to me?"
"Rafe," you sigh, and he returns his gaze. You're referring to him by his first name, instead of the adorned Cameron, and his skin tightens at whatever you plan to say next. "You're a Kook. I'm a Pogue. We're barely in a relationship, and I doubt your parents would approve of this."
"Fuck what they'd say," he admits, with the relentless urgency behind his voice. He means it. "I want to. Since when do you care about what other people think?"
"Since I'm going to be entering into said family."
You say it with such dolefulness, that it sounds like you already accepted his proposal. Already imagined a future with him. The corner of Rafe's mouth lifts; he just needs to do one more thing to convince you.
Rafe hoists you onto his lap to straddle him, your ankles on either side of his waist, as your naked core rubs against the side of his cock, the sensation quickly hardening his erection.
Expecting him to lift you onto his tip, Rafe surprises you by swiping his fingers through your wet folds, causing a small whimper to rise from the back of your throat. "Listen to me," Rafe rasps, pressing gentle kisses along your collarbone before lowering to your breasts, while the tip of his fingers toys with your entrance. "You've given me your reasons why it won't work, I'm going to give you my reasons why it will."
"I'm not going to change my mind,"
"You sure?" Rafe grins, teasing your slit. Your walls clench around the nothingness, desperately needing to be filled, and it causes you to bounce up and down, rubbing yourself against Rafe's hardened cock. Your hands land on his shoulders for steadiness, and that's when he begins to pump you.
"I think we look good together," Rafe lists with a grunt, feeling your pussy rub against his length. Desire pools inside of Rafe, his cock throbbing, but he concentrates on the task at hand, adding another digit. "You're the only person that keeps me on my toesâfuck," he groans, and you smirk.
Your slickness covers Rafe's cock, but you don't sink down on it. "Are you sure you're going to win this?" You murmur against the shell of Rafe's ear, planting feather-light kisses along the edge of his jaw. Rafe squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, needing to gather himself before he slides in his ringed fingerâthe cold singlet grazing your heat, making you gasp and stop your movements.
Rafe holds your hips, while his fingers fully thrust inside of you with such vigor and performance, that a rich moan rips from your lips. He concludes his final reason: "And I get to fuck this every single night."
His darkened eyes lift to meet your hooded ones. His fingers work a steady but increasing rhythm inside of you, the coil of familiar pleasure twisting your gut. "Look at how pretty you are coming undone by me. Don't you want this forever?"
"Shutâshut up, Rafe," you whimper, your hands reaching for his arm between your legs, attempting to slow down the pace as your sensitivity is plowed into overdrive. Rafe snatches your wrists into one hand, dragging them away. "Too much."
Your legs attempt to close around him, but his large frame prevents such a thing. Rafe grins at the look of pleasure blooming on your face, the unsteadiness of your breaths alongside your lashes fluttering against your cheeks, and he fastens his strokes.
Whimpers and moans escape you in rising increments, and Rafe kisses your mouth, swallowing all that noise and desperation and need. "Say yes," he murmurs against your tingly lips.
"Nâno," you refuse, still holding an ounce of restraint.
But Rafe simply laughs. His fingers slow its assault, leaving your mind a completely boggled mess. Nothing but the sensation of your orgasm on the near horizon resides, hooked completely on fulfilling your own pleasure, that you can't think of anything else to do but whine.
He looks back at you, sincerity capturing his face. " I like you, Maybank. It'll be fun to make it official."
"Iâ" You can barely comprehend a single word he's saying, the fizzling of your orgasm dissipating as you desperately try to wield it back in. "I can't think right now," you whimper, lowering yourself to give him a needy kiss, "Make me come first."
He doesn't need another reason before he reenters you, his thumb circling your clit and massaging it as his fingers thrusts in and out. Sounds of wetness echo throughout the quiet room, and when Rafe leans forward to add another markâbiting a sensitive spot on your neckâyou unravel with a loud cry, tipping your head onto Rafe's shoulder.
Rafe guides you through your intense orgasm, your walls clenching around him so hard, they barely can move. Slowing his thrusts until it completely fade away, when Rafe pulls out, he presses his slick-covered fingers on the dip of your bottom lip, forcing them apart to lick clean. And when you do, he pulls you back in to seal it with a kiss.
Your chest rises and falls heavily as your eyes close for a moment of respite. Rafe's gaze, however, never strays from your faceâpatient and waiting.
This is such a bad idea. The whole premise of a Cameron-Maybank marriage could potentially knock the earth off its axis. You're from two different worlds and carry different viewpoints, but there's something fun, exciting, and fulfilling in being with Rafe. It can't be just because he gives you one of the best orgasms of your life.
You know JJ would hate this. He barely tolerates the idea of your hookup with Rafe as it is, and out of everyone, you value most of your brother's opinion. But, for once, you can't seem to find it in yourself to care.
"Fuck," you announce, reopening your eyes and meeting his stare. "Fuck it. Let's do it."
Rafe's lips pull to a genuine smile. "Yeah?"
You nod. "It'll be fun."
He grabs your hand, "Let's go."
"Right now?"
"Don't tell me you're getting cold feet already?"
"You think I back down from a challenge?"
"It isn't the first time."
You slap his shoulder and Rafe laughs. He moves his hand to your hips again, lifting you off when you stop him. "Wait," you say, looking between you, at the red and swollen cock that hasn't gotten its release. "I have to do something before we leave."
You sink to the floor on your knees, still between his legs, as your thumb rubs the pearly beads of precum over the tip, causing Rafe to groan. He was so focused on your pleasure and making you agree to his outrageous proposal, that he didn't get a chance to relieve himself. You want to help.
After all, isn't that the first step to marriage?
Taking him into your mouth and tasting your slick rub all over him, you hollow your cheeks as you begin to suck. Rafe moans from the contact your lips made with his length, your hand wrapping around the base to steadily pump him alongside the suction.
It feels like absolute heaven. His hands thread through your hair, pushing you deeper onto his cock, and making you gag on the girth. This made you retreat, just slightly, to glare up at him. "Don't do that."
Wanting desperate release, Rafe's willing to listen to about anything. "Yes, ma'am."
When you return to sucking him off, Rafe makes sure not to push you further on his dick without prior approval, so you can take him appropriately. At least that means he'll listen to you in the marriage. As you steadily increase your pumps, and your jaw aches from the stretch, you feel Rafe's cock twitch.
"Come on, baby, come for me," you command, lifting your gaze to meet his eyes. Not even a moment later, he comes inside your mouth, spilling to the back of your throat, and you swallow up every lick of his hot cum.
You wipe the corner of your mouth with the pad of your thumb, and Rafe assists in pulling you back to your feet. Giving him a kiss, you grin. "Good boy. Now, let's go."
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baby fever (luke hughes x gf!reader)
summary: short blurb where the reader has baby fever and asks luke to have a kid
warnings! none
a/n: currently working on a long luke fic but wanted to post smth and this just came to my brain
wc: 0.5k
You were lying in bed with your boyfriend, Luke, after a long roadie. You had your head on his chest, your whole body wrapped around his as he gently stroked your back. You were holding onto him for dear life like you were afraid he would leave again if you let go. The spark in his eye when you looked up at him however, told you he was here to stay. The tv was playing in the background, some sitcom the two of you had been watching, but you were both focused on your phone. You were scrolling through tiktok, his eyes on your screen. Luke loved when you would do this because your for you page was filled with edits of himself, and he would never admit it but he loved them. You had just scrolled past a movie clip, landing on a video of a dad trying to teach his baby to say âI love youâ with the mother behind the camera. Your heart beamed watching the small child babble and stutter until she found the words. Her laugh when her dad picked her up and spun her around was enough to make you melt. You pouted your lips at the screen affectionately before moving yourself to prop up in front of Luke, your hands on either side of his torso.
âCan we have one?â You pouted and gave him the puppy eyes as he stroked the back of your head gently. His eyes widened with a mix of shock and fear in an instant.
âOne what?â He asked, tilting his head and smiling.
âOne of these.â You held your phone up to his face, biting your lip in anticipation.
âI- no.â He shook his head, holding a small smile.Â
âPlease?â You pleaded, frowning as you placed your phone down, gripping the fabric of his shirt.
âNo.â He laughed out at your attempts to persuade him.
âWhy?â You groaned out, throwing your head back in playful frustration. Luke only chuckled, pulling your head back up to face him.
âBecause,â He grabbed your left wrist and held it up, pointing to your ring finger. âI gotta put a ring on it first.â You smiled softly at him, sending a race of butterflies to his stomach.Â
âWhat? You donât want a shotgun wedding?â You giggled, moving your face closer to his.
âNo, not particularly.â He grinned, following your motion to move in closer.
âWell whens,â You held up your wrist which still had Lukeâs grasp around it, pointing to your ring finger again. âThis gonna happen?â Luke smiled, intertwining his fingers with yours to pull you closer until your lips were ghosting.
âSoon, baby. Real soon.â His voice just above a whisper as he pulled you in for a soft kiss, gently biting your bottom lip.Â
âPromise?â You whispered, barely moving away from his lips.
âI promise.â He placed a gentle kiss on your nose before pulling you back into his hold, lying down. âI love you.â
âLove you too, Lukey.â You mumbled into his chest, slowly feeling yourself drift off to sleep.
#freeabortionslol#luke hughes#luke hughes x reader#lh43#nhl fanfiction#nhl players#nhl imagine#nj devils#nhl
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Family
Her family doesn't like Tyler and, as a result, haven't been in her life for quite some time. But with a baby on the way, she gives them one last chance.
Warnings: angst and toxic parents
Even after all these years, Tyler Owens still loved watching the weather. He stood on the porch as he watched dark clouds move in. Just some rain, not enough for a storm.
"Ty," came his wife's voice. Hand on her swollen stomach, she locked the front door and walked towards him, slipping the house keys into his pocket.
Immediately, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against him. His lips met the top of her head. "Ready to go?" He asked, his raspy voice a reminder of just how early in the morning it is.
She nodded as she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning against him. It was one of their pre-chasing rituals. Both of them would have given anything to be chasing right now.
Taking her hand, Tyler led her own to the truck. He'd spent the last six months looking for a more practical car, but he wasn't giving up his truck for the world.
He helped her into the passenger seat. Any day now, she was going to pop, he thought as he looked at her stomach. And then he'd have that precious baby boy, the thing that tied him to her forever, in his arms.
Chase Owens. The name was easy to pick once they found out they were having a boy. Kate laughed, but Boone was one hundred percent on board.
Tyler pulled out of the driveway. "How're we feeling, mama?" He asked as his hand settled in her thigh.
She squeezed her legs around him, holding him there. "Terrified," she and and swallowed thickly.
It was a terrifying situation. Her parents had put up with her relationship with the young, hotshot bull rider until he disappeared, ran off to college. They thought that would be the end of it.
But six years had passed. Six years since Tyler came back from college, six years since they started chasing together, six years since she last spoke to her parents.
And here she was, driving to make amends before the baby was born, to give her little boy a shot at knowing his grandparents.
Tyler freed his hand from the death like grip her thighs had on him. He took one of her hands off of her stomach and brought it up to his lips, kissing the back of it. "Everything's gonna be fine," he tried to reassure her, but it was doing very little to actually reassure her.
She knew what he was trying to say. That she had him and Chase. And, if her parents didn't want to know, then it was their loss. They would be the ones not meeting their grandson, they would be the ones not having a relationship with him.
With her head against the headrest, she turned to look at get husband. "I love you," she whispered.
That was the other thing: Her parents didn't know they were married. There wasn't much family at their wedding, Tyler's parents and his sister, an aunt and a grandparent. Nobody from her side, nobody even knew she was getting married.
For today, the rings were hidden on chains beneath their clothing. On, but not visible. Her parents wouldn't have been able to handle two bombshells in one day.
It wasn't a long drive, but that just made the feeling worse. They weren't very far, but they hadn't seen each other in four years. There was always a chance they moved and never told her.
Seeing her fathers car still in the driveway, she furiously wiped at her eyes. If she was going to do this, she was going to be strong about it.
Tyler killed the engine and looked at the house. It was just the same as the last time he was there. After college, in his old truck. When he picked her up and they never looked back.
He let out a low whistle. "I wonder if your dad is gonna pull the shotgun on me," he said, adding a quiet 'again' as an after thought.
"I'm not gonna let him," she replied. Sucking in a deep breath, she pushed open the door and stepped out. No waiting for her husband, like she usually did not that she was eight months along.
Tyler was quick to follow. He took her hand, fingers brushing her stomach. Baby Chase gave an almighty kick, almost like he knew it was his father out there.
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," he whispered, his forehead touching hers.
She looked towards the house. Slight movement in the window indicated that it might have been too late to turn back. "We've got this," she said and kissed him quickly.
Tyler kept his arm around her as she walked up the drive. It was a protective thing, something he did more and more since the positive tests six months ago.
She was the one that knocked.
There was a moment, someone waiting by the front door until a minute had passed, desperate not to seem to eager. But they'd forgotten that she could see through the stained glass panels on the front door just as good as they could.
Her mother pulled open the door. "Darling!" She cried and opened her arms. "Oh, I've missed you!"
She didn't acknowledge the bump as she looked past her daughter, looked at Tyler. Her facial expression grew tight, as it always used to when he was the topic of conversation. "Tyler," she said stiffly.
"Hello, ma'am," Tyler said, smile polite as he pulled his hat from his head.
The tension was already in the air, but there seemed to be little hope for recovery.
Her mother turned back to her, expression once again cheery. "Come in, darling," she said and took her hand, pulling her into the house. Ignoring Tyler completely.
If she could have been unwilling to go into the house, she would have. Tyler followed her in, closing the door behind him. Funny, he didn't think he'd ever entered the house through the front door before. The upstairs window, though, he was very well acquainted with.
Things were tense in the kitchen. Her father had greeted her by the time Tyler walked in, his glare fixed on him.
"Mom, dad," she began and sucked in a breath. "We came here today because we've got some pretty big news." They already knew. They had to, how could they miss her bump?
"I'm sorry, darling," her mother began, feigning sympathy. "But it might be too late to get it fixed. You're gonna have to live with the choices you've made."
What in the actual fuck? She stumbled back as if she had been slapped, Tyler easily steadying her. "That's not why we're here," he said, hand settling on her bump.
"Well, you're not seeing any money from us!" Her father barked. "Not a cent! Not for you or that bastard child you knocked my poor daughter up with!"
They should have expected this, shouldn't they? This level of hostility from her parents. It still hurt, but it stung less than it would have six years ago.
She took in a steadying breath. "Actually, we came here because we wanted you to be in out baby's life, but you can forget it," she said and turned on her heel.
Tyler followed her out of the house. Her parents didn't try to follow. That bridge had been destroyed and there was no chance of rebuilding.
She didn't cry on the drive back to the home they shared. No, she was just angry. Angry at her parents, angry at the universe for making things this way.
Tyler pulled into a gas station. Food and gas, that was what they needed. But, before he climbed out of the truck, he paused. "You know, at our wedding Chad and Jake offered to take on the role of grandparents if it was ever needed," he said trying to lighten the mood.
A small smile graced her features. "Chad and Jake? Your thirty year old cousins want to be Chase's grandparents?" She asked through a laugh.
There she was, his girl. Tyler dropped a kiss to her lips. "I'll be right back," he said and set about getting the gas and snacks.
Everything would be okay. Even if her parents had made it pretty clear that they didn't want her. She had Tyler, and soon she'd have baby Chase, too. That was all the family she needed (grandma Chad abd grandma Jake were just a bonus).
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*slides in with rose in hand and careless whisper playing from a shitty speaker*
Hello there, my fine friend
May I request either of the winchester boys proposing to reader?
Tysm and love your blog <33
đŻđ the proposal,
summary. the winchester boys proposing to you.
pairing. dean winchester x reader ; sam winchester x reader
wordcount. 538 ; 469
notes. different scenarios that i feel like suit both boys. thank you for requesting honeypie đ©·
The air is thick with the scent of smoke and sulfur as you collapse against a tree, your chest heaving from the adrenaline crash. The hunt had been roughâbrutal, even. The wendigo had been faster and smarter than expected, and youâre pretty sure youâll feel the bruises from this fight for weeks.
Dean staggers over, shotgun slung over his shoulder, his face streaked with dirt and blood. Despite the cuts and exhaustion etched into his features, his green eyes are blazing with something you canât quite place.
âYou okay?â he asks, dropping to a crouch in front of you. His hands reach out instinctively, checking for injuries even though he knows youâll protest.
âIâm fine,â you manage, though your voice is shaky. âNothing a hot shower and a week of sleep wonât fix.â
He huffs a laugh, but itâs strained. His hands linger on your shoulders, his thumbs brushing against the curve of your collarbone as he stares at you. Thereâs a tension in his gaze, a weight that makes your heart skip a beat.
âWhat?â you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
For a moment, he doesnât respond, just keeps looking at you like heâs memorizing every detail. Then he shakes his head, muttering under his breath, âScrew it.â
Before you can ask what he means, he shifts back on his heels and reaches into his jacket pocket. Your breath catches as he pulls out a small, battered box, its edges worn as though itâs been carried through hell and back.
âDeanâŠâ
He flips the box open, revealing a simple gold ring. The sight of it makes your heart pound, the world narrowing down to just him and the unspoken words in his eyes.
âTonight⊠That thing couldâve killed you,â he says, his voice rough with emotion. âHell, it couldâve killed both of us. And all I could think about was how I canâtâhow I wonâtâgo another damn day without telling you how much you mean to me.â
You can feel tears stinging your eyes, but you donât dare interrupt him.
âIâve spent my whole life running from this kind of thing,â he continues, his voice softening. âBut with you? Itâs different. You make everything worth it, even the crap we deal with on a daily basis. You keep me grounded. You keep me⊠sane.â
He exhales, his hands trembling slightly as he holds the ring up. âSo, Iâm just gonna say it. Marry me. Not because we almost died tonight, but because I want to spend the rest of my life with you. However long that is.â
Your throat feels tight as you nod, a tear slipping down your cheek. âYes,â you whisper, your voice breaking. âOf course, yes.â
Deanâs grin is instant and brilliant, the kind of smile that could light up the darkest of nights. He slips the ring onto your finger, his touch steady despite the chaos of the moment.
And then he kisses you, fierce and desperate, like heâs trying to pour every ounce of his love into that single moment.
When you pull back, the world feels a little brighter.
âGuess weâve got a wedding to plan,â he says, his grin turning mischievous. âThink Bobbyâll walk you down the aisle?â
The evening is quiet, the kind of stillness that only the bunker can provide. Youâre curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over your legs, reading one of Samâs books. Itâs one of his favorites, and though youâd teased him about its thickness when he handed it to you, youâve found yourself completely immersed.
Sam walks into the room, his footsteps soft but deliberate. You glance up and smile when you see him, his hair slightly messy, and his flannel sleeves rolled up.
âHey,â you say, setting the book down. âDone with your research?â
âFor now,â he replies, his voice warm. âI thought Iâd take a break.â
He sits next to you, close enough that your knees brush, and the familiar comfort of his presence makes your heart flutter. But thereâs something different about him tonightâan energy in the way he looks at you, like heâs holding onto a secret.
You tilt your head, studying him. âWhatâs on your mind?â
He hesitates, a rare flicker of nerves crossing his face. Then he smiles, that shy, lopsided grin that youâve always adored.
âThereâs something Iâve been meaning to talk to you about,â he begins, his voice soft but steady.
Your curiosity piques as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small, velvet box. Your breath catches, and the world seems to slow down.
âSamâŠâ you whisper, your eyes widening.
He opens the box, revealing a simple but beautiful ring. The silver band gleams under the warm light, and the small diamond catches your eye, understated yet perfectâjust like him.
âIâve been thinking about this for a while,â he says, his hazel eyes locking with yours. âI never thought Iâd get to have this, you know? A life where I could even imagine settling down. But then you came along, and everything changed.â
Tears prick your eyes as his words sink in.
âYouâve been my partner in everythingâresearch, hunts, life. Youâve made me laugh when I didnât think I could, and youâve been there when everything felt like it was falling apart. I canât imagine doing any of this without you.â
He takes a deep breath, his hands steady despite the emotion in his voice. âSo, I guess what Iâm trying to say is⊠Will you marry me?â
You blink back tears, your heart full to bursting. âYes,â you say, your voice trembling but sure. âOf course, yes.â
His smile is blinding as he slips the ring onto your finger, his hands warm and gentle. The fit is perfect, just like everything about this moment.
Before you can say anything else, he cups your face and kisses you, his lips soft and full of love. When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, and his eyes shine with happiness.
âI love you,â he murmurs.
âI love you, too,â
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Hello, darling! đ«¶đ» You could write more about Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader x Alexandra Saint Mleux I don't know maybe you see a second part of "The Happy Throuple"
Hello, querida! So there is already a second part of âThe Happy Throupleâ and its called "Nobody Everybody Knows", its on my masterlist right next to "The Happy Throuple" so you could go ahead an read that. But here is the third installment of your favorite Throuple
Family Meeting
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader x Alexandra Saint Mleux
Summary: the first time all three sets of parents meet each other.
Warning: spelling and grammatical errors
A/N: I hope everyone is enjoying the happy throuple story, there are many more installments such as a gender reveal party, shopping for the baby, decorating the babyâs room and figuring out a name, having Pascale and Alexandraâs mom host a baby shower, Charles proposing, giving birth to the baby, the classic struggles of being first time parents, the wedding, the babyâs first birthday, the babyâs first trip around the paddock, Leo and the baby being besties, the baby being a toddler, BIG PLANS but I expect everyone to be patient because planning it out does take time. Anything about Alexandra I pure made it up and I am SO UPSET because I had to rewrite the majority of the fanfic because it didnât fucking save!!
(You know whatâs FASCINATING? Becky G, Charles, and Alexandra were probably at the SAME LAKERS GAME!!!!!! My mind is BLOWN)
Y/N has met Alexandraâs parents when her and Alexandra first became roommates. Charles and Alexandra met each otherâs parents when they first started dating. However, neither met Y/Nâs parents and Y/N hasnât met Charlesâs mom, but she has met his brothers.
So Charles came up with a brilliant plan to fly Y/Nâs parents out to Monaco so everyone can meet. Her parents said yes immediately. Charles was already nervous about picking up Y/Nâs parents from the Nice Airport, Y/N riding shotgun obviously, sheâs 7 weeks pregnant.
âMuñeco, this was your idea, relax.â Y/N said.
âHow can I relax? The first time Iâm meeting your parents is because I got you pregnant! Screw making good first impression, all your dad is going to see is the man that knocked up his 22 year old daughter.â Charles said, parking the car in the airport parking lot.
âAlexandra is preparing the apartment for our parents, she took Leo out for a walk and gave him a bath, he should be clean and wearing a cute little bow tie.â Y/N said. Both of them got out of the car, Y/N kisses him. âEverything will be fine.â They got out of the car and entered the terminal her parents say they were going to arrive in. âIâm gonna get some Dunkinâ for my mom, you okay to wait here?â
âYeah of course, mon ange, hereâs my card.â Charles said, giving Y/N his credit card. Y/N kissed his cheek before going to Dunkinâ and Charles waited for Y/N's parents to arrive. When Y/N was in line at Dunkin', some people asked for photos with her, same with Charles. Y/N was walking back with an iced coffee in hand and some donuts when her parents arrive with suitcases.
"Ay mija por favor, estĂĄs embarazada, no puedes tomar cafĂ©, ya sabes eso." Her mom scolded her. Please, youâre pregnant, you canât drink coffee, you know that
"Mami, lo compre para ti." Y/N said. I bought this for you
"Ay gracias, princesa, te quiero mucho." Her mom said, hugging and kissing Y/N on the cheek before taking the coffee. "Presentanos Y/N, no seas maleduducada." Thank you princess, I love you so much. Introduce us, Y/N, donât be rude
"Mami, Papi, this is Charles Leclerc, my boyfriend." Y/N said.
"Pleasure to meet you." Charles said, leaning in for a hug with Y/N's mom and shaking Y/N's dad's hand.
"Nice to meet you too Charles, I'm Macarena, this is Jorge." Macarena said.
"Y donde esta la flacucha esa?" Jorge asked. Where is she
"Papi! Ella esta en el apartamento, ya vamonos." Y/N scolded her father. Charles helped with the luggage and they got into the biggest car he owned. Sheâs in the apartment, letâs go
âSo how long have you been dating Y/N?â Jorge asked
âAbout a year.â Charles replied.
âY la flacucha esa?â Jorge asked again.
âPapi!â Y/N scolded her father.
âAy perdĂłn! How long have you been dating Alexandra?â Jorge asked.
âA little over a year.â Charles replied.
âAnd what made you think you yourself âyou know what, I would like two girlfriends, thatâd be greatâ, hm?â Jorge asked and Macarena hit his shoulder.
âActually Alexandra was the one that liked Y/N first. Alex would invite Y/N on our shopping trips and when she would leave me alone with Y/N, we would talk and I fell in love. We both fell in love with her.â Charles said, putting his hand on Y/Nâs thigh.
âAh, thatâs nice.â Macarena commented. Charles turned on the audio of his car stereo and it was playing on of Y/Nâs songs.
âThatâs no way you actually have this song on your playlist, muñeco.â Y/N commented in disbelief.
âOf course I do! I have to support my girlfriend, after all.â Charles said and turned up the volume. He drove into this buildingâs parking garage and parked the car in his spot. Him, Y/N, and her parents got out of the car. âI put you guys in a hotel and I will drop you guys off later tonight, Iâm just waiting for a few people..â Charles said and thatâs when Charlesâs mom and Alexandraâs parents, Mariana and Adrien, pull up in their cars. Pascale got out of her car.
âCharles, whats going on here?â Pascale asked.
âMaman! This is Y/N, my girlfriend, and her parents, Macarena and Jorge.â Charles introduced them. Pascale stepped closer to Y/N.
âItâs lovely to meet you.â Pascale hugged Y/N and Y/N hugged her back.
âItâs lovely to meet you too, Charles adores you.â Y/N commented.
âAh, entonces es niño de mami.â Jorge commented to his wife and Macarena hit his shoulder again. Oh so heâs a mamaâs boy
âNo seas malo, Jorge, por Dios,â Macarena said before saying hello to Pascale. Donât be mean, Jorge, god
âOh Mariana, Adrien, these are my parents.â Y/N said as soon as Mariana and Adrien got out of their car.
âHi, nice to meet you.â Adrien said to Jorge.
âYou too. How do you feel about your daughter dating Charles?â Jorge asked Adrien.
âHeâs a fine young man, perfectly harmless.â Adrien said.
âHe got my daughter pregnant so heâs not that harmless.â Jorge commented.
âBut theyâre in love. My daughter loves your daughter very much, I can guarantee that.â Adrien said.
âThat makes me feel better, thank you, man.â Jorge patted Adrienâs back.
âI canât believe you came from New York, how was the flight?â Mariana asked Macarena.
âIt was fine, her son got us first class tickets.â Macarena commented.
âThatâs good, itâs a long flight. Charles, Can we go up? Iâm getting cold.â Pascale told her son.
âOh right, of course, letâs go.â Charles said before pressing the elevator button. When the elevator door opened, he held out his arm so everyone can get it before he did and once he was in, he pressed the button for his floor. Once the elevator opened on his floor, Y/N opened the penthouse door.
âReina, weâre here, I brought Dunkinâ.â Y/N said, putting her bag on the couch, and thatâs when she heard the tippy tappies of Leo. âLeo! Ay, que cosita tan linda, me extrañaste bebĂ©?â Y/N asked rhetorically as she squatted down to pet the dog before leo runs to Charles. The parents were observing the penthouse and Alexandra came in, greeting Pascale and her parents with a kiss in the cheek before she went over to Y/N parents. What a cute little thing you are, did you miss me, baby
âHola, soy Alexandra, un placer conocerlos.â Alexandra said, hugging Macarena and Jorge, Hi, Iâm alexandra, itâs a pleasure to meet youn
âUn placer conocerte tambiĂ©n, flacucha.â Jorge said. Pleasure to meet you too
âPapi!â Y/N yelled.
âNo se preocupe, me puedes decir flaca si quieres, no me molesta.â Alexandra said. Donât worry, you can call me that if you want, I donât mind
âEstĂĄ bien flaca. Y cuĂ©ntanos, cĂłmo conociste a nuestra hija?â Jorge asked. Tell us, how did you meet our daughter?
âAh, la conocĂ en una fiesta. Un chico me estaba pidiendo el nĂșmero, le dije que no pero me seguĂa molestando y Y/N vino al rescate.â Alexandra said. I met her at a party. Some guy was asking form,y number, I said no but he kept bothering me and Y/N rescued me
âSi, asĂ es Y/N, siempre defendiendo a la gente. Se hicieron amigas por cuanto?â Macarena asked. Yeah, thatâs how Y/N is, always defending people. How long were you two fiends?
âCreo que fuimos amigas por 2 años antes que me empezara a gustar.â Alexandra answered. I think we were friends for 2 years before I started liking her
âY por quĂ© te empezĂł a gustar? Como que cambiĂł?â Jorge asked. And when did you start liking her? What changed?
âAh pues creo que fue cuando empecĂ© a recibir hate por salir con Charles, llamĂĄndome una interesada y otras cosas feas. Estaba llorando y ella me estaba consolando, diciendo que nada lo que ellos dicen es cierto, y la empecĂ© de ver de otra manera. Desde ese entonces, todo lo que ella hacĂa me empezĂł a gustar. Me gusta como se arregla el cabello, como canta cuando cocina, cositas asĂ. Es guapa, claro, pero es humilde, dulce, inteligente, talentosa, y la admiro mucho.â Alexandra confessed. Oh well I think it happened when I started to receive hate for dating charles, people were calling me a gold digger and other awful,things. I was crying and she comforted me, said that what theyâre saying is not true, and I saw her differently. Since that day, I started liking everything she did. I like how she does her hair, how he sings when sheâs cooking, stuff like that. Sheâs hot, of course, but sheâs humble, sweet, smart, talented, and I admire her a lot
âY de Charles?â Macarena asked.
âYo creo que es mejor que Ă©l te lo explique. Mon beau, Macarena and Jorge want to talk to you.â Alexandra said. Charles excused himself from Mariana and Adrien and went to Macarena and Jorge. I think itâs better if he explains it
âHello, what did you want to talk about?â Charles asked.
âSame thing we asked Alexandra, how did you meet Y/N and when did you start liking her?â Jorge asked,
âWell she was invited to the Miami Grand Prix in 2023 so thatâs when I met her, she came to the Ferrari garage and when she spotted Alexandra, they started talking. Thatâs when they told me they were friends. It wasnât until we went to this Peruvian restaurant that I started to like her. She was talking about how she went to Peru for this music festival and how her fans were waiting outside the hotel to take photos with her. Then I started sharing my experience with âcrazed fansâ and it felt good to talk to someone about it. We both suffer from anxiety so sheâs been helping me with mine, Alex canât relate to what I go through but Y/N can,â Charles said.
âShe does seem happier on our phone calls.â Macarena said,
âYouâre a good guy, charles.â Jorge said. Y/N was with Pascale.
âSo Y/N, charles mentioned he met you at a Grand Prix?â Pascale asked.
âYes, I was invited by one of Ferrariâs sponsors and I got to meet him in the Ferrari garage. It was actually kinda cool, my uncle is a formula 1 fan so when I would go over to his house when I was younger, I would watch the races.â Y/N said.
âThatâs nice, dear. What made you like him?â Pascale asked.
âI had this dog charity event, Iâm a big animal lover, and he heard me on my phone arguing with the person who was supposed to host with me, saying he wasnât able to do it anymore and Charles said he would host with me. I asked him why and he said because he wanted to help me and him being there would bring in more people. He wasnât wrong, a lot of dogs got adopted that day. Heâs selfless, humble, so kind, that made me fall in love.â Y/N confessed.
âHeâs very in love with you too, he canât wait to be a father.â Pascale said.
âYeah, heâs very excited.â Y/N said.
âYou seem like a good fit for him Y/N, I hope one day you could come over to our house.â Pascale said.
âI would like that very much.â Y/N said,
The rest of the day, the parents were sitting in the dining room, drinking wine, and sharing embarrassing childhood stories for their children.
âAlexandra flushed her sisterâs goldfish down the toilet because she thought it led to the ocean,â Mariana said and everyone was laughing.
âYeah, thatâs enough wine for you.â Alexandra took the wine bottle that was in the center of the table and brought it to the kitchen counter where Y/N and Charles were eating potato chips. âLooks like our parents are getting along.â
âWhat embarrassing story did you hear this time?â Y/N asked.
âOne of mine, actually. Itâs crazy how theyâre talking like old friends.â Alexandra said.
âItâs even crazier that theyâre all cool with us being a throuple, I thought I was going to die.â Charles said
âWell Iâm glad you didnât, muñeco.â Y/N kissed him.
âThink we could stay the night?â Alexandra asked.
âOf course youâre staying the night. I wouldnât expect anything less.â Charles said. The three observed their parents talking, looks like the family meeting was a success.
The End
Hope yâall liked it! It took me forever to write
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"My father was only forty when he died and he looked twenty-five and a lot of people thought Darry and Dad were brothers instead of father and son." (The Outsiders, 1967)
I think about this line and it's implications a lot. It's not just the comparison between Darry and his dad in looks, but Mr Curtis was only fourty when he died. Darry is twenty at the time the novel takes place, eight months after the Curtis parents deaths, which means that when Darry was born Mr.Curtis wad probably only twenty or twenty one himself, and it makes an odd mirror to the position Darry is in in a number of ways and based on how you look at it. I know it was a different time and people got married younger but twenty to me still seems young to be having a baby, and since there's a good four years between Darry and Soda I think it's very possible that Darry was an oops baby that turned Mr and Mrs Curtis' world upside down. All I can think of is a twenty year old Mr.Curtis who suddenly is thrust into the role of a provider he wasn't quite expecting or ready for, just like Darry twenty years later, except unlike Darry Mr.Curtis had a partner to support him and work together to look after this new dependent. Clearly, a shotgun wedding and a new wife and new baby is not the same as a twenty year old suddenly becoming the legal guardian of two teenage siblings but the point stands, and both events would change someones life forever. Even if you don't think Darry was unplanned this passage hits home in a different way, because it's kind of a 'what if' as to what Darry could have been doing/had if he hadn't suddenly become Pony and Soda's guardian. Darry could have been in college and found someone to settle down with and started a family, much like his dad before him, but instead he's just plain stuck. And the part of the quote that says people mistook them for brothers? Oof. Aside from being a punch in the gut it really does give the impression of the 'alternate universe' Darry, of everything he could have been.
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Wedding Dress.
| father in law! Joel miller
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a/n: Not going to lie this seemed longer as I was writing it then the word count hit me in the head like a brick. Iâve missed FIL Joel this isnât me rushing honestly, this is just what happens when you have good pussy and good personality. The inevitable happens, itâs life.
â ïž: infidelity, recorded sex, mention of onlyfans, one mention of ankle kissing(donât worry no feet stuff),pussy drunk Joel milller đ«¶đ», fingering, pet names(darling, baby, beautiful bride), squirting (itâs a common theme), unprotected p in v, and one unreciprocated I love you.
âCould I fuck you in your wedding dress?â
It sits in a box in the back of your closet. A white box wrapped in a white bow thatâs barely gathered any dust. Your wedding dress. Itâs only been a couple years but it should still fit. Walker is out for the weekend, work conference. Heâs been working so hard to make sure you maintain your housewife status and youâre grateful for that.
Joel had texted you a couple days ago asking for a peculiar request. Could he fuck you in your wedding dress. At first you were hesitant. Your dress was special to you â it obviously held sentimental value but how can you say no? So here you are searching for the white lingerie you wore on your wedding night to wear underneath your wedding dress.
You canât help but remember what it was like seeing Joel on your wedding day. A scruffy, everyday man who barely wore a smile on his face but now there he was standing outside the church âin a crisp white shirt, fitting black slacks that hugged his ass and prominent bulge, trying to navigate the people inside.
Even with the limo windows tinted he could see you behind the glass. Hair pulled up, the few pieces falling out the bun accenting your face, glossed lips pressed together. As beautiful as you looked that day all he could think about was the honeymoon youâd have. Getting railed for a week straight in a beautiful cabana, overlooking the beach.
He canât deny he was a tad jealous. Having a shotgun wedding with Walkers mother, because she became pregnant pretty quick into their relationship and this was back in the day when you needed to be wed first to have a child. So you couldnât blame Joel for his perverse decision of wanting to bang his beautiful bride.
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You had about thirty minutes before Joel came home, his home. The place you were staying at for the weekend. In his guest room you had set up everything you needed. Your dress laid out on the navy bedspread, your makeup and hair done just like it was two years ago. And in the next room, Joelâs room, the camera. Ready and set up to capture the entirety of the sick perverted act the two of you were ready to commit.
As you finished zipping up the dress you could hear his truck pull up. Nervousness setting it just like you were outside of the church again, ready to face the man youâd see everyday for the rest of your life. Just outside his own front door, sun kissed skin from working hard outside, the smell of his musk and faded cologne you saw him put on this morning before he left and his hands, dirty with the day he had, ready to grab and stain the porcelain white lace you were wearing.
Your right hand reached to your left to twist off the wedding ring and set it on the kitchen counter. You were ready for Joel and he was ready for you.
Front door opening up this was it, no going back now. Crossing the threshold his eyes couldnât break away from the most beautiful bride heâs ever had the pleasure of seeing twice now.
âI mustâve died and gone to heaven, darlinâ, dropping whatever he had in his hands on the coffee table, Joel beelines over to you. His hands shaky with nerves. His kiss is powerful against you, glossy lips sticking to his, he canât help but pull away and savor the vanilla flavor now stained on him.
âI canât deny the request of such a hard working, handsome man. So after some thought I decided yes, you can fuck me in my dress.â His rough hands grab both sides of your face pulling you back close to him to seal the deal. Your hands grabbing each button trying to pry his shirt off him. Hands touching his hot skin. Once his shirt was off he wanted to move this to the bedroom.
âNot to be corny but,â he kneels down and put one of his strong arms behind your knees sweeping you up and into his arms. Your hands come to his neck as you hold on, giggling like crazy as he walks the two of you to the bedroom.
He sets you down on the edge of his bed, his head turns to notice the camera. He walks over and switches it on, the little red light coming alive to record the act. Joel comes back to you, kneeling down grabbing your foot to slowly remove the white heels youâre wearing.
âYou look like a princess. So gorgeous.â Your face is hot and thereâs no doubt a blush on your cheeks. Pulling your ankle close to your face he gives it light kisses, slowly working his way up under your dress. His thick fingers grab at the white garter pulling it forward and snapping it back against your skin. His beard scratches at your leg as he bites onto the lace and pulls it down your leg and out from under the dress.
The garter rests between his teeth as he grabs your hands pulling you back up to stand infront of him. He turns you around and starts to unzip the dress. Pushing the dress shoulders slowly off, his nose trailing down your neck, inhaling your scent. Things feel different this time. He wasnât ravaging you the way he had been for a month now. He was taking his time, taking you in. Enjoying himself and you.
âJoel please,â you felt breathless, his fingers scratching at the nape of your neck grabbing the bun you had your hair in. Teeth sinking into your shoulder as your dress puddles onto the floor. A bundle of white lace sitting atop his dirty work boots.
âWhen you left for your honeymoon all I could think about was you getting fucked day in and day out on a beach.â His hand coming around your front to feel the tightened corset, pretty white panties with a pretty bow right above your pussy.
Heâs not completely wrong. Walker bent you over anything that was bolted into the ground. Itâs when you started your onlyfans. Recording a video of you giving him head then riding him on a private beach. Walker loved it, loved the wild woman you are. Walker loved you.
You turn quick to face Joel. Finally worried that this is going to far but heâs quick to push you back on the bed crawling up between your legs. He looks like a cartoon wolf, tongue falling out, eyes with hearts in them as he was practically drooling over your clothed cunt.
He wants to rip the lace and dive his tongue right in but he refrains from that and just begins to suck the wetness from the cloth. His tongue pushing through the barrier right against you. He was going to savor this. He wanted to remember this. As sick as this sounds he wants to imagine him fucking you on your honeymoon.
Your hands grab at the salt and pepper curls as you slowly try to grind up into his face. Clit rubbing against his prominent nose it sends goosebumps all over your body.
âPlease baby, donât tease.â As you try to wiggle out of your panties, hips grinding against the bed as they begin to slip down. Joelâs quick to slap your thigh with his large palm.
âStop that squirminâ! Lemme enjoy this darlinâ.â Pussy drunk Joel had his accent coming out more than usual. But he obliges you and slips the panties off. Pushing you further up the bed he lays on his stomach to enjoy himself more. Cock bulging through the zipper he grinds it into the mattress. As much as he wants to just fuck you and bust in you he just pushes two fingers into you. His saliva, your wetness create a squelch that makes Joel smile big between your thighs as his tongue kitten licks your clit.
âYou made me an amazing lunch baby. Thank you, but all I could think about was the dessert, this dessert. Sweet-sweet cunt served so beautifully.â Sucking at the bud his fingers push inside of you faster. Moans getting louder you canât help but chant his name as your stomach tightens. You can feel your orgasm coming, and itâs coming quick.
Adding another finger in Joel seems determined to make you squirt. Hands release from his hair worried that youâll pull it out and just yank at the comforter underneath you.
âBaby look at me.â Deep brown eyes, practically black are all you see. His bottom lip is between his teeth. He wants to watch your face as you fall apart under him. His hips grinding against the mattress. Heâs a mess of a man. You might be about to cum but so is he just from watching you. The coil inside you snaps, the sound of liquid splashing against his hand has you throwing your head back into the bed as he keeps pumping his fingers inside you having you spray everywhere. Quickly he removes his fingers not giving you a moments rest as he shuffles onto his knees and grabs at his own belt.
Grabbing your thighs he pulls you closer to him and pushes himself inside of you. Fucking you missionary has to be the most intimate position so far for the two of you. Joel leans down arms resting by your head as he pushes the hairs sticking to your face back.
âMy beautiful bride, the most wonderful woman.â As good as this feels Joelâs losing himself in you and you know it. Worried for anything else he might say you pull him deep into a kiss, tasting yourself and vanilla lipgloss all across his lips.
Headboard smacking repeatedly against the wall, Joelâs creating a rhythm between your hips with each snap of his. Your legs wrap around his waist pulling him in deeper. Joel breaks away from the kiss and moans. He straight up moans, and itâs loud. No shame in the pleasure your tight fluttering hole is giving him.
âAh, Iâm going to cum!â His eyes shut, his mouth falls open and heâs in pure ecstasy as he shoots ropes of his seed into you. Your arms wrap around his neck, a layer of sweat all over his body as he twitchâs above you, slowing down his thrusts. His arms falling from their position to full engulf you with his body.
Not wanting to crush you he wraps his arms around you and rolls over pulling you with him. Now that youâre on top Joelâs completely relaxed. Heâs in nirvana as you just lay together in a comfortable silence. Your head resting against his chest listening to his rapid heartbeat slowly regulate. His hand strokes your hair thatâs fallen out of its neat bun. His breaths get deeper as he drifts asleep right under you.
âLove you darlinâ. â and there it is. Thatâs what you were worried about. Sex is no longer the fun thing the two of you were just doing. Joelâs in love. Heâs in love with his daughter in law.
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Hotshot surgeon Gojo x Medical Student Reader Ft. Hotshot Surgeon Suguru [ modern au ] TW. Pregnancy & Love Triangle
shotgun wedding CH. 02 | Diagnosis
summary. Satoru Gojo, The states #1 Neurosurgeon, known for his wealthy clan. He was known for his success, parties, and his willingness to fuck anybody and everybody in a 10 mile radius. Unfortunately, one unlucky night, you make the wise decision to do what any hard working young medical student would do when faced with a sexy doctorâŠyou sleep with him in which changes your life forever.
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warnings. Accidental pregnancy, no protection (wrap it before you tap it), love triangle, roommates (they all live together), arranged marriage, satoru is a bit of a meanie, plot twists, angst, smut, you only end up with one.
A/N. this is my first time writing a fanfic, although iâve always wanted to! iâm always open to take constructive criticism or any tips to make my writing better! I hope you guys enjoy and definitely lemme know if you have any suggestions, read well luv <3
keep up! // ch. 1 // ch. 2 // ch. 3 (coming soon)
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getting used to Satoruâs house wasnât easy, for all the woman dreaming to be feet away from him at all times should think again.
one of the major problems was the noise. he must have some type of superhuman strength on his dick or something because whenever he was home, he was using it like there was no tomorrow.
from the room over you could hear the moans from the room across the hall, soft chants almost religious screaming âSatoruâ and lewd comments you wish you had forgotten.
on top of that, he hated wearing clothes around the house. his poor maid is probably traumatized from the things she has seen because he is allergic to clothes when heâs at home, constantly walking around shirtless or in his boxers.
just the second day in, the creek of his door was open and you caught a glimpse of his bare ass just out in the open.
never in your life did you think a manâs ass would look edibleâŠ
although, not even Hercules himself could get that information out of you.
Suguru on the other hand was a great house mate, constantly cleaning up behind you, offering to cook for you and do your laundry.
he didnât make noise and wouldnât bring woman home, although he definitely used to considering satoruâs life concerning comments on how suguru has changed his habits of being a man whore since youâve moved in.
âI wouldnât want to cause noise for the woman, she doesnât need more extra stress, she already has to deal with you as the baby father, satoruâ he grins at his cheeky remark as satoru pouts.
one thing you couldnât complain about though was how spacious and comfortable everything was in the house. it was no secret satoru was rich and came from money but seeing his wealth in person almost felt overwhelming.
you wake up to vomiting once again, the whole stress of the situation now has been a bit overwhelming and you canât deny pregnancy is taking a toll on you.
your maid is holding back your hair as you vomit straight into the toilet, perhaps maybe it was from all that thinking of satoru.
âMs. Y/n L/N, Mr. Geto has suggested you stay home from work until you feel betterâ she says while patting a hand on your back comfortingly.
âI should be fine, itâs nothing i canât handle and besides, iâm in a hospital so if push comes to shove, iâm in the same building as the two of them, although i doubt anything horrible would happen. itâs nothing more than pregnancy sicknessâ you say reassuring her seeing the worry across her face.
you give her a comforting smile and she seems to relax just a bit.
âhey, youâve worked her for quite some time right?â you ask
she replies with a nod, âyes maâamâ
âwellâŠi have some concerns, i donât know satoru or geto too well before all of this and i would like to know your thoughts on them, they are obviously playing a huge role in my life now that iâm carrying satorus child and staying here, i would just like another persons opinion on who they really are.â
she pauses for a second almost surprised you would ask her that question out of all people but to be fair, you didnât have much options to choose from, it was either her or megumi.
[ megumi would have said to run for the hills ]
âwell, i was hired by satoru when he was just barely an adult so i would have known him for about a decade by now, but my personal opinion is that he really does mean well, heâs a good person and has a big heart, he can be a handful but he means well deep down, to be fair, he is letting you stay in his house rent free-â she catches herself in what sheâs saying and she lets out a gasp,
âoh iâm so sorry miss! i didnât mean to offend you or anything-â she starts apologizing frantically as she bows down in apology.
you giggle at her motions and stop her from bowing âhaha itâs okay, i suppose you do have a pointâ
she blushes at your understanding of her behavior, âwhen i first moved her, i didnât have much money and made my living off of being a maid, iâve dealt with many house owners but satoru is by far the most generous. he has helped me pay for my childâs schooling and has helped me more times i could count, i donât know what kind of father he will be or person he will be towards you but i know he will try his best at whatever it is you need him to beâŠfor you and your child.â she says giving you a light hearted smile, you can tell she truly means what she says.
âand suguruâŠ?â you almost forgot, you almost feel embarrassed asking about him. after all, you didnât really need to know about him but you were still interestedâŠjust as any other person who lives with someone new would beâŠright?
âoh yes, suguru! heâs a very kind man, he has lived here for about 5 years with satoru, the two seem to get along very well. heâs a generous man and very friendly although itâs hard to see his interior..â she says
âinterior?â you ask now curious.
what did that mean?
âwellâŠitâs almost like an empty smile, itâs warm and gentle and it makes you feel welcome but something about him almost feels unreal, like itâs a mask he uses to perhaps hide how really feels. even when him and satoru argue, he seems to keep his good attitude but it makes you wonder whatâs really going on, you know?â she is now seeing the worry in your face as she says this and continues,
âoh but iâm sure itâs nothing to be worried about, he is a generous man and very helpful, he seems to care about you a lot nonetheless! his intentions seem very pure and kind hearted, i was just stating that he seems like he has more depth underneath his smileâ she says patting your hand in comfort and you smile.
you appreciate her advice towards the boys, it almost helps you have a better understanding of the two.
*knock knock
you hear a deep voice echoing behind the door, âmind if i come inâ
satoru.
your maid turns towards you looking for your approval and you nod as she opens the door for satoru to come in and he sees you on the bathroom floor.
âis everything alright in here? donât tell me youâve thrown up again?â he asks walking closer to bend down to speak to you.
âitâs just morning sickness, iâll be fineâ you say as your maid passes you a glass of water from your nightstand.
âhmmmâ is the sound satoru makes as he thinks to himself, âyouâre taking the day off today, iâll let shoko know for you, iâve gotta go in anyways to sign some stuff anywaysâ he says making a groaning noise at the mention of signing papers all day.
âyeah yeah i get it dadâ you say rolling your eyes as you get up off the floor, satoru offers out his hand so you can use it to help you stand.
âwill you be okay for the rest of the day, should i bring you anything back? do you need ibuprofen or somethingâ
âsome gummy bears would be niceâ you say and he shoots you finger guns as he makes his way towards the gun
âyouâve got itâ he says as he makes his way out with a light wave goodbye as he walks out.
a small alarm beeped from your maids watch as she seemed startled by the noise, âoh thatâs lunch, i will be back here in the afternoon, if you need anything Mr. Suguru should be home soon, i suggest some rest for nowâ she says as she sees her way out.
this gave you time to rest up today before going back to work where youâll have to work up the courage to tell nobara, yuji and megumi about the news.
youâve been dodging their messages, there was probably about 200 messages from nobara and yuji themselves meanwhile there was no text or anything from megumi.
maybe he was pissed about the whole gojo thing?
after a long needed nap you wake up and the sun is already going down, no sign of gojo or suguru as the house seemed unusually quiet.
you make your way towards the kitchen and scramble for a pot to make yourself dinner on, although it seemed impossible considering satoru had a million cabinets.
you groan as your finding no sight of the pans growing frustrated before a large arm comes up behind you reaching up at one of the top cabinets that you hadnât even acknowledged until now revealing tons of pans.
you look up and see suguru put on his signature smile as he pushes his long black bangs behind his ear, the rest being held in a bun.
âohâ you say as you look towards the pans like an idiot.
âthis what you were looking for?â he says with an amused grin,
you nod and put your head down in embarrassment,
âwell go on, get what you needâ he leans back with arms against him as he is eager to watch you grab the pan
you then realize how high it was, that dick.
you step on your tippy toes hoping he wouldnât notice your struggle as he lets out a soft chuckle behind you as youâve now retorted to climbing the counters.
âyou need some help over there?â
âshut upâŠyesâ
he lets out a laugh as he brings the pan down from the cabinet.
âso that dumbass knocked you up, hm? how are you feeling about that?â he asks in a playful tone although the concern was still there.
âoh you mean how much of an honor it is to carry THE satoru gojoâs child is? just amazing, brilliantâ you say sarcastically.
before you knew it time flew by in an instant talking to suguru, you guys talked about work, life and satoru.
it was dark out and you both were comfortably sat across from each other of the couch that laid in the middle of the living room, the dim light lit down on the both of you, it felt homely almost.
you and suguru were mid conversation when you heard the chaos coming from the opening front door with a loud drunk satoru with a blonde wrapped around his arm, satoru not paying attention to him nearly leaning his whole body weight on her as they walked in.
they both must have came from some sort of party because they were both dressed in fancy clothing, their outfits had to be worth someoneâs house.
satoru stumbles across the kitchen searching for the alcohol in one of the cabinets, âhey suguru, where did we leave that whiskey we got back at that one party shoko threw a few years backâ, he stutters over his words.
âleft top cabinet above the oven, but go easy on itâ
âwhy? you feeling greedy suguruâ satoru says in a teasing tone as he finds his way back towards the woman he walked in with
âperhaps, but shoko said thatâs some strong stuff, you get all bratty when your hungover darlingâ he remarks back at him.
satoru letâs out a laugh
your eyes turn towards the woman heâs s with in which you come eye to eye with as sheâs already staring at you, she seems almost disgusted and you feel a sense of intimidation.
you werenât jealous or anything but it was no secret that you clearly didnât belong, they were both dressed nicely and suguruâs house clothes themself are well kept meanwhile you look like a mess
you didnât bother to care since suguru was the only person here but being around satoru just feltâŠ
humiliating.
youâre interrupted by your thoughts when itâs almost as if suguru reads the uncomfortable situation and places a soft comfort hand to your back, rubbing it slowly
youâre brought back by satoruâs voice once again, âhey suguru, wanna join me with this oneâ
it was like you werenât even there.
the woman carrying his child and he hasnât looked at you once let alone acknowledge that you were even in the same room as him.
the woman next to him laughs and gives suguru bedroom eyes, you look towards him to see that his eyes were staring down at his cup with a hint of annoyance as if he was embarrassed by the way satoru is acting as of now
he places a firm hand now still on your back.
ânah. she ainât my typeâ he takes a sip of his coffee now grabbing the side of your waist gently, protective like
you see satoru let out a frown before noticing suguruâs hand placement, staring directly at you now.
the first time he has the whole night.
âahhh i see. hey thereâ he greets you with a wave,
a wave? why the hell is he greeting you as if he hasnât seen you before, as if you donât live in his house, carrying his baby.
satoru continues, âis this one of your girls? damn you mustâve messed her up real bad, she looks a little beat. you alright sweetheart?â he teases but leans down to look at you examining your face.
you look down, not answering him
suguru notices your upset expression and squeezes your hand softly before standing up to look at satoru
âSatoru, why donât you show your companion the guest house, iâm sure she would find it much more amusingâ he says as he starts to lead satoru out of the house
âhaha i get it, want some alone time with the lady, i wouldnât go to hard on her, she already looks wornâ
satoru says nothing as he walks them to the door before satoru turns around towards you again, âoh right, where are my manners, nice to meet ya darlingâ
and he left.
suguru comes back you, now kneeling in front of you
âare you okay, y/n?â he asks looking up at you for any sign of anger or tears
you nod, âyeah, think iâm ready to sleep, nightâ you say as you get up to walk towards your room without looking back at suguru
that night, as you lay in bed with tears staining your pillows, you wonder how you ended up here.
could you have had a child the right way? with someone you love?
why did the father have to be satoru gojo.
06:25
beep beep
the alarm goes off on your phone, not bothering to scroll down at the concerned messages sent from nobara and yuji.
still nothing from gumi.
today would be the day you would have to face them, still having no clue what to tell them exactly
the morning was quiet, not bothering to talk to anyone as you make your way out in your own vehicle as you go to work.
you are faced with yuji when you walk in, noticing your face he lets out a smile and big wave motioning for you to come his way
âhey yujiâ you say as you walk up to him
âhey l/n, where the hell have you been, kugisaki has been like losing her marbles and has been taking her insanity out on me! she hits so hardâ he frowns at the thought
you laugh, âsorry iâve just been really busy lately and itâs a long story but iâll make sure to explain to all of you when i find the time to sit down and talk with all of you today, that way she doesnât end up shaving you in your sleepâ
yujis eyes widen playfully holding a shushing finger to your mouth, âshhh! you never know when sheâs listening, donât give her ideas!â he says looking around paranoid
youâve got to admit, you missed hanging out with the gang again, it reminded you that you were still young and distracted you from the fact that you would become a mother soon.
you made small talk with yuji as he caught you up with how things were at the hospital and with the gang,
âhow is megumi? has he said anything?â you ask
âsurprisingly not, i thought he wouldâve made some comment by now about how you ran away to per-sue a life of becoming homeless and popping pills from the stress finally breaking you but he has been unusually quiet!â
âoh, uh-â you were interrupted by being tapped on the shoulder behind you as you turn around being met face to face with familiar white hair,
asshole.
âhello Mr. Itadori, would you mind if i borrowed Ms. L/N from you?â he gives yuji his signature persuading smile and yuji nods
âyeah sure, my break is about over anyways but nice talking to you y/n- I MEAN UH MS. L/N!!!!â he says as he waves you off and walks away,
you turn your attention to satoru and without a word he grabs your hand to pull you
âwhere are we going? the hell do you want Gojo!â you ask annoyed
he pulls you aside to an empty closet and locks the door behind him with a key he had in his pants,
âwhat the fuck satoru? why did you lock us in here?!â you grow angry at his lack of communication.
the anger doesnât last long because moments later you are faced with the white haired man on his knees now hugging your hips,
âiâm sorry y/n, iâm so sorry. suguru told me what happened last night and i was hammered and wasnât thinking at all and iâm so fucking sorry, i promise i wont be bringing any of my âfriendsâ to the house anymore.â he says as he catches his breathe, leaning against your stomach leaving a small kiss on your stomach that held his baby.
âi donât care if you bring your fuck buddies to the house, youâre a grown man, that isnât my problemâ you say not looking at him as you keep your hands to your side,
you were trying your best to keep your composure, satoru has a habit of getting exactly what he wants so his affection wasnât gonna work on you.
âthen why wont you look at me? i know we arenât together or anything but i mean youâre carrying my child so the least i can do is respect you, and the drinking thing isnât a thing that happens a lot i swearâŠiâve just been a little stressed and worked up because this is all newâŠâ
the way he acted wasnât okay but you did understand this was a lot, itâs a lot on you too so you couldnât really blame him for having a drink, you would too if you could.
âItâs okay, satoruâ you say helping him get up from his knees so he can stand again and you help him fix his composure and he looks at you with a smile
the smile that could always make you forget how much of a dick head he can be sometimes.
but he meant this one.
his walkie talkie goes off as he hears his co worker stating that heâs needed in for last minute surgery
âgotta goâ he says as he gives you a soft pat on the head
âbe careful, if you need anything you can come to my officeâ and he rushes off.
work was pretty slow today, most of the patients had very minor injuries thankfully, itâs nearly the end of your shift before you get a last minute patient
âhey listen y/n, i know this is so last minute to ask but can you stay a little late today and take this last patient, iâve got an emergency back at home, good news though! youâll be working with kugisaki, i know how close you two areâ shoko says as she smiles, âthanks againâ
nobara stares at you and waits for shoko to leave,
ây/n where have you been, iâve been texting you like a million times, i thought something serious happened to youâ
âI know, iâm sorry just- i need to tell you something, i was going to wait til everyone is all together but iâll just say it nowâ you say and this catches nobaraâs attention as she looks at you with worry
âspill the tea, what is it?â she asks
âiâm pregnant..â
nobara pauses and you think sheâs upset before her jaw nearly drops to the floor
âWHAAAAAAATTTTT???? BY WHO? OH MY GOD DID YOU HOOK UP WITH ONE OF THE MEN AT THE EVENT??? OH MY GOD I BET IT WAS SUGURUâ she says invested as she begs to hear more details dying to know who the father is
âi would rather not say who but thatâs why i havenât been answering you guys texts, itâs just been a lot to take in latelyâ you say
and she finds her composure and hugs you
âdonât worry about it girl, i just wish you would have talked to me sooner, i wish we couldâve helped youâ she says
you smile and let her know itâs okay before you make your way to meet your next patient,
you read over the information listed in your check board about the patient, the patient was minority injured in a car crash but needs to be checked for concussion
this shouldnât take long
you look up to meet eyes with the woman from last night that was around satoruâs arm.
nobara now takes the clipboard, writing things down as she watches you examine the woman
âoh so youâre that one girl who looked sick last night with suguru, wow never wouldâve guessed you would work in a place like thisâ she cockily laughs and nobara looks up at you with a slight hint of confusion and excitement at the mention of you being with suguru last night
âdonât know, you probably have me mixed up with someone else.â you say trying to stop this conversation before nobara gets any ideas.
âoh no i never forget a face. you knowâŠâ she scoots in closer to try and get under your skin, âiâve never seen you around before and trust me iâm over there a lotâ
you can tell sheâs lying but you donât really care enough to correct her.
âlisten, i saw the way you were looking at satoru all lost puppy like and shit and i know you want him and all but me and him are kinda a thing and know each other really well and he was telling me last night about how he canât wait til i get all swell with his kids and birth his baby, so you should probably pregnancy test me, you never know!â she says
itâs obvious sheâs trying to get a reaction out of you and nobara is obviously catching on to a hint of annoyance from you but she knows not to push on or ask more, especially from a bitch like the woman sitting in front of you.
nobara figures itâs better to ask you yourself than some delusional woman who probably has a concussion.
âMs. L/N I think we should discuss these papers, we will be just a moment, you just sit tight!â she gives the woman a fake smile before leaving the room with you
she grabs your arm and pulls you to the side,
âwhat am i hearing about! oh my god..geto??!!âŠughhhh hes such a sweetheart! and doctor save a hoe? oh my god what about all this? you never told me you moved in girl!â
âkeep your voice down nobaraâ and nobara giggles,
âso itâs true then!â she might as well start jumping from excitement, âoh my god this is like the stuff you see in movies, iâm high key jealous of you rn!â she says as she pokes your arm and you roll your eyes playfully at her
âyeah yeah whatever, what about the womanâs results?â
âoh yeah, she doesnât have a concussion although she may be a tad bit delusionalâ she says and you both laugh
âcould you walk her out? yuji has been waiting in the parking lot for like an hour complainingâ
âyeah, no problemâ you say
you both go your separate ways as you are now walking the woman to the entrance as she blabbers on about the details of satoru gojo, as if you cared to know more about the famous satoru gojo. not like you were carrying his child or anything
you both make your way to the checkout desk when you see satoru walk towards you both in his formal work attire rather than the scrubs he was wearing earlier, hes wearing black shoes and dress pants with a blue button up shirt, leaving the top buttons undone
the classic sexy doctor get up
the woman next to you waves at him trying to get his attention and he formally waved at her as he would any patient
âhey Mr. Gojo, last night was amazingggg!â she draws her words out and satoru looks confused and nods and waves her off wishing her a nice day
did he not remember her?
âY/n, when does your shift end? we should ride home together, suguru and i came together but he left early so do you mind?â he asks turning his attention fully towards you
you see the woman give off a small scoff of jealousy as she marches away
âmy shift ends now and yeah sureâ you say bluntly
as you both walk silently to the car. watching his tall shadow trail behind you, your curiosity gets the best of you.
âdid you uh get her pregnantâ you stop in your tracks,
he stops to stand in front of you and gives you a look of confusion, âhuh? uh i got you pregnant if thatâs what you mean but you know that already obviously so..â he lets out a nervous laugh,
âno uh i mean the girl just now, like um did you uhâŠfinish inside of herâŠ?â you donât know why you felt so nervous asking about this, was it really your place to ask if he got another woman pregnant? âshe said yâall are a thing and you were talking to her about how you canât wait for her belly to get swell and for her to birth your baby? did you get her pregnant?â you continue, not being able to hold eye contact with him
âoh uh i had no clue who that girl is, must have been a one time thing, pretty sure i just picked her up from a bar, but uh no i didnât finish inside, pulled out..â he sounds nervous and a little embarrassed.
you nod somehow relieved, maybe you just didnât wanna live with her, you thought to yourself
âokayâŠgood then, uh letâs go homeâ
âmhmâ he hums
he follows you like a dog as you grab your things and he takes them out of your hand to hold. the car ride home is silent and he places a gentle hand on your stomach softly pinching your hips, you feel a little awkward at first before you let yourself embarrass his touch. you can feel satoruâs eyes on you as you doze off, leaving satoru watching you with a hint of a soft smile across his lips.
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The Thought of You Leaves Me Weak đ°
Chapter 2 of That's What You Get
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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader
Genre: Fluff, suggestive.
Word count: 4.8k
Summary: Pushing through your hangovers, you and Spencer retrace your steps from the night before to see if your shotgun Vegas marriage is legal - and find out some extra personal things along the way.
Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex, author has a pronounced disinterest in the reality of getting an annulment for a Vegas wedding.
A/N: We're here! Part two! We're still stuck in Vegas for now, but they'll be back to their new normal soon, and now they have a time limit~ Thanks to everyone who liked, reblogged, commented on and signed up for the series taglist from my first post, I hope you all enjoy part two just as much!! Let me know what you think in the comments or over an ask, I'll be replying all weekend :) Here's the taglist link for anyone else who wants to sign up!
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After the initial shock wore off, and the hangover was left to permeate a bit, you and Spencer remembered you were actually FBI agents and had the ability to do something about your predicament.
âI should probably head off to my own room now,â you said pulling yourself out of Spencerâs arms. âFreshen up a bit before we head out to see whatâs going on.â
âOh, yeah, sure.â He nodded, then continued. âYou know our first stop should probably be the Marriage License Bureau of Las Vegas. If we are legally married, weâd have had to have obtained a marriage licence between 8am and 12am yesterday, they donât open later than that.â
âSounds like a plan.â You nodded to him, âWould they even have served us the marriage licence if we were as intoxicated as I think we were?â
âThis is Vegas, Y/N. All weâd need is a valid form of ID and to be willing, and weâd have to have been carrying the ID to get into the bars.â You raked a hand through your hair. Of course you had to get married in a shotgun ceremony in the only state where it probably didnât matter what your alcohol intake had been.
âWell, we were obviously both willing.â You say, gesturing to the bed, and then curse yourself inwardly as you see the downturned look on Reidâs face. âSorry, I didnât mean toâŠâ
âNo, itïżœïżœïżœs okay. Youâre right, I wouldnât have handcuffed you without at least verbal consent.â He replied, pulling a shirt on finally.
âRight,â you let that revelation sit between the two of you, as he turns his back, continuing to get himself ready for the rest of the day. If you were honest with yourself, youâd have admitted to always having an attraction to your coworker, but nothing youâd solidly act on. Yeah, he was beautiful, and youâd enjoyed joining in the teasing everytime Morgan had called him a pretty boy, because he was. But youâd never let your thoughts drift to what he might be like in bed, and now you were regretting that because you had nothing to base your theories of the last night on except that youâd woken up in handcuffs.
Really, if someone had asked you the question about what you could possibly expect from Spencer Reid in the bedroom, the furthest youâd be able to imagine was some incredibly professional, missionary sex. If you thought a little harder, youâd remember that the man had once highlighted his distinct lack of âalpha-maleâ qualities on a case once, so, really, if anyone was going to be locked up in handcuffs, surely it wouldâve been him.
You try to shake that mental picture from your head, but doing so just aggravates your headache, so you have to sit with the image of Spencer Reid tying you up and making you beg.
âYou okay, Y/N? You look a bit pale,â he looks a little bit concerned for you when he finally turns back, and you can only imagine the look on your face if youâre eliciting that much concern.
âYeah, yeah, totally fine, nothingâs wrong. Why are you asking?â you stutter out.
âBecause you said you were going to shower five minutes ago, and you havenât really moved all that much in that time.â You curse yourself again, and you force yourself out of your head.
âOh! Yeah!â you move off towards the door, grabbing everything youâve left in a trail to the door, retracing your steps from the night before. âIâll meet you in the lobby in like twenty minutes?â You didnât even wait for his reply before pushing the door open and sprinting to your room, not even caring that you hadnât put your shoes on.
âXâ
If you couldnât be trusted to make simple choices when drunk, such as the choice to not be married to your coworker, you probably also couldnât be trusted to make simple choices when hungover, such as a place to meet your now husband where the rest of your friends wouldnât see you in your post-sex haze from the night before.
Which is how you found yourself cowering behind a plant in the lobby desperate to avoid being spotted by Agents Rossi and Hotchner who apparently were up and in suits for some godforsaken reason. You tried to get Reid on the phone, but he wasnât picking up, and you had a flash of him asking you how to put his phone on silent mode from the night before hit you like a tonne of bricks.
âShit, shit.â Nothing else useful came out of you though, so behind the plant you were waiting for them to approach the elevators so you could continue as planned. While you were in the bathroom, youâd finally noticed the blooming bruises running up the length of your neck, and you found yourself slightly impressed by Reid once again.
Heâd managed to tie you up but still pay that much attention to you, and you were equal parts cursing him and desperately hoping the memories would come back to see just what other secrets he was hiding behind that unassuming frame. With the lack of contraception, you really couldnât be sure that the two of you had had sex in the traditional sense, but you certainly seemed to have had some fun last night, and not being able to remember drove you insane.
Thankfully, the two agents made their way to the elevator without noticing you, and you let out a breath of relief as soon as the elevator dinged, ready to take them as far away from you as you needed. Unfortunately, once again, anytime fate dealt you one good hand, it followed it up with the worst ever, and as the elevator doors opened, there was Reid. You made a mental note to check your bank balance after this, sure that if you had ended up gambling with Reid, youâd most likely bankrupted yourself with this luck.
âReid, good morning,â Hotch greeted him, and even from your unconventional perch, you could hear the panic in the younger man's voice as he began struggling for excuses to answer questions that hadnât even been asked yet.
âHotchner, Rossi, what are you doing here? Well I know what youâre doing here, youâre waiting for an elevator, and I know what youâre doing in the hotel because weâre all here in the hotel, but I mean what are you doing? In general?â It was almost as if he were asking himself that question at the end, trying to work out why the words were even leaving his mouth.
You couldnât swoop in and save him without the others seeing your new necklace of hickeys and handprints, so you just had to watch him combust adorably in front of the two seasoned FBI Agents.
âCalm down, kid, donât pull a muscle in that brain of yours, itâs a highly valuable FBI asset.â Rossi joked with him as they switched places, Rossi and Hotch going into the elevator and Reid slinking out.
âDave and I just finished breakfast. Iâm afraid you may have just missed it, Spencer, but thereâs a buffet on the third floor thatâs supposedly open all day.â Hotch said.
âActually, I think food isnât a great idea for me right now.â
âOh, wild night, kid? No, wait, let me guess, you tracked down a Star Wars convention?â
âIâm more of a fan of Star Trek myself, you know the technology they appeared to have on screen in the show is really fascinating in that itâs-â
âOh, how unfortunate, doorâs closing. See you later, kid.â You breathed a sigh of relief as you watched the elevator climb up to the higher floors of the accommodation and left your perching spot.
âSpencer, over here.â You waved to him a little, and he turned to the sound of your voice, visually relaxing the moment he set his eyes on you.
âYou donât think they noticed Iâm acting weird, right?â
âReid, everytime you mention anything remotely pop-culture-y to Rossi he does his best to erase the conversation from his brain, okay? And Hotch looks like he hasn't slept in a decade. Iâm sure they didnât notice anything.â
âWhat? I thought Rossi loved our talks, he always says that Iâm a riveting conversationalist.â
You just nodded along with him and patted his arm pitifully, leading him out of the lobby and into the waiting streets of Las Vegas, Nevada.
âXâ
Twenty minutes later, you were sitting outside of the Marriage License Bureau, waiting to see if your fate was sealed.
âOkay, so whatâs our strategy?â you asked, removing your seatbelt and moved to open your door, jumping out of the SUV youâd commandeered from the parking garage.
âStrategy? Why do we need a strategy?â Reid joined you quickly, exiting from the passenger side, satchel in hand.
âWell, I mean, what are we going to ask them, what are we going to do when weâve found out if this is real or a hoax or not.â
âY/N, I think youâre overthinking this. This is Nevada, Iâm sure theyâre used to any questions we might have.â You took a deep breath looking at the doors of the building and tried to rationalise your thoughts. You were going to be fine, itâs just a marriage, nothing too big.
Pushing the doors open, you were floored by the sheer amount of couples on the premises.
âShit.â Youâd cursed more in the last four hours than you had in the last year, almost beginning to worry that it was becoming a habit.
âPlease take a number and wait for your turn to be called, our current waiting time is three and a half hours. If you leave the premises at any point, your place will be forfeited,â a bored looking worker with a small microphone called over the crowd as you entered.
âHi, sorry, is there a help desk of some kind?â you approached and asked her, a sinking feeling growing in your gut. âWe just need to see if our wedding licence is valid.â
âThen please take a ticket, and weâll see you soon.â The other woman replied, frustratingly monotone.
âNo, you donât understand, weâre leaving the state in three hours, we canât just sit around, we need answers now, legal advice, something.â
âIâm sorry maâam, but if you continue to speak to our staff members in that aggressive way, Iâm going to have to ask you to leave the premises,â another member of staff now joined the first.
âAggressive? I am not aggressive,â you said but you could hear the agitation in your own voice, and the tightness in your shoulders.
âWhat she means to say,â said Reid from behind you, dropping a comforting hand on your shoulder. âIs that we are FBI agents, leaving town on another case soon, and we would really appreciate your cooperation? I have our marriage licence here. If you could just look over it, itâd only take a few seconds of your time.â The tension rolled off of you in waves, and you melted into his touch as he gladly stepped up to continue your communication.
âOkay, yeah, that definitely seems like a legit licence. You FBI agents, you say?â the first woman questions you, and not trusting yourself not to reply passive aggressively and ruin her cooperative mood, you bite your tongue and just nod.
âMy coworker who worked the graveyard shift yesterday mentioned we had a few of you come through. Congratulations on your marriage.â She handed the licence back to you and the pit in the bottom of your stomach grew.
âIs your colleague still here? We just had a few questions about some logistics. Weâre out of state, you know?â Reid smiled and you were so thankful for him, for the comforting hand heâd trailed down your shoulder and rested at the small of your back as you stood fidgeting next to him. It took you a minute to realise you were playing with your new wedding ring, already so used to it being there on your finger that you hardly noticed its presence.
âHer next shift starts at 12, but if youâre as desperate for information as I think you are, Iâll have her come see you when she comes in. Sheâs usually five minutes early anyways.â Reid thanked the woman, and fifteen minutes later, a younger woman with a bright smile was greeting you in the lobby and leading you to a private room in the back.
âDoctor and Mrs. Reid, welcome back! Sandy said you had some follow up questions after yesterday?â she greeted you, and your head started pounding again.
âYou remember us?â Reid asked, the confusion knitting his brow as he walked ahead of you.
âI donât tend to forget husbands as handsome and romantic as you, Doctor.â Something flared in your gut then, anger or protectiveness, but it felt green and red, and you pulled Reidâs hand into your own as she guided you to sit at the table at the far side of the room.
âWeâre looking to fill in some gaps in our memory from last night,â you spoke, now not caring to hold back any annoyance in your voice. This woman had written out your marriage licence and yet here she was flirting with your husband. With your Reid. With Reid. Again, the curses jumped to your tongue.
âAh, I see. One of those.â She shot a smile at Reid, and you shot a look at him as well, but he looked oblivious at her interest and you caught yourself letting out a sigh of relief before turning back to the woman.
âYou didnât realise we were drunk?â you asked her.
âOh no, we realised. We just assumed you were finally taking the plunge after everything you said. And everything you did, too.â
âEverything we did?â you pushed out, your voice ten times higher than usual. You coughed to make it seem like your throat was just dry, not also housing your entire heart.
âYou donât remember? You two looked so in love. You were all over each other, kissing, touching, whispering and giggling. Honestly, it was just nice to have a couple in love here at 11pm that werenât trying to have sex in the waiting area.â The blush crept up your neck, and you tried your best to force it back down. Obviously, it didnât work.
You were about to ask another question, probably about how you would go about getting an annulment, when she finally continued.
âAnd then when you got the licence you were so happy and you called your friends to come and celebrate with you. You asked for the nearest chapel and we have all that information out in the hall and you said your friends were going to come meet you, so you took off.â She shrugged a little, taking a swig from her coffee. You couldnât help but feel that even after all of that, she was still eyeing up Spencer, so you squeezed his hand a little bit harder at that, your other hand gravitating to his bicep too, your entire body leaning into his.
âFriends?â Spencer was the first one to wake up to that statement, and your agitation reached its peak.
âYeah, the two teammates you mentioned. You told everyone they were meeting you at the chapel, that youâd all been here working a case and they were the two that responded to your calls that night.â
âDid we mention any names?â you asked.
âNo, just that they were FBI Agents. Is there something wrong?â
âXâ
You threw the doors of the building open as you gasped for air, the panic fully setting in now.
âY/N, wait,â Spencer yelled after you, following you onto the pavement. You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes as you tugged on your hair, mindlessly fretting with it, unconscious to the pain. He finally reached you and pulled your hands into his, forcing you to look up into his eyes.
âY/N, itâs fine. Weâre going to be fine.â He soothed you quickly, and you hiccuped through the small sobs you were now letting out.
âSpencer, two of our friends know that we got married last night, and we donât know who or how much they know, and now we know that our marriage is legal and youâre stuck with me and I got us into all this mess because Iâm an adult who doesnât want to tell her mom to back off.â By the end of your speech he was cradling your head in his hands, as your tears flowed down your face in messy trails.
âHey, look at me. You told me this morning that this was not my fault, and Iâm telling you now that that doesn't mean it's yours. Weâre in this together, okay?â he waited for you to nod before continuing. âBesides, no matter who it was, our team mates love us. Theyâll understand.â
âWhat if we get reassigned? This is a conflict of interests, right, me and you working together like this?â Youâd worked so hard to be accepted into the BAU, you didnât want to let this be your exit, and you sure as hell werenât letting them fire Spencer for it.
âWeâll talk to Hotch and Rossi, they don't want to lose either of us, and if we get this dealt with quick enough, maybe we won't even have to report it. We could keep it quiet for a while, right?â You knew all of his words made sense, they were the best course of action for the two of you. Heâd probably run all of the scenarios through his head while you showered this morning, which is why he was so level-headed. But there was a discomfort that you just couldnât shake.
âYou mean we could get thisâŠannulled?â you asked cautiously, looking into his eyes to gauge his reaction.
âIf you want, we can walk right back in there and have it done soon, Iâm sure that employee would help us, she seemed friendly-â
âNo.â You practically shouted, not wanting to come face to face with that woman again, and watch her flirt with Reid as he signed the annulment paperwork. âI mean, thereâs no time, right? We should probably head to the chapel to figure out who our witnesses are and then weâre heading back to Quantico.â You did to rationalise your decision, praying that the jealousy (jealousy?) that you felt didnât show in your voice or face.
âYeah. Yeah, okay. Well, we have 21 days from now to file, before the annulment period passes and weâre looking at divorce, which is not favourable for either of us, but we can file from out of state.â You nodded along with his words, glad for the lack of questioning, and that he didnât clock the hopeful glint to your eye.
âOkay, great. Yeah.â You had calmed down enough now for your proximity to become awkward, and Reid noticed as soon as you did, pulling his hands away from you and taking a step back. Maybe it was the hangover, or just the overwhelming series of emotions youâd been through successively, but it felt wrong suddenly having him so far from you. Shaking it off, you grabbed your keys out of your pocket.
âShe said we picked up the information about the chapel from the lobby, right? Can we narrow down which one it is with the photo?â You suggested, suddenly not able to meet his eyes.
âOh, right, yeah. Weâd have had to have been able to get there on foot, too. Iâll go and ask them if they recognise which one it is,â he made to move back in, but you shouted a resounding ânoâ before he could take another step.
âIâll do it! I should probably apologise for earlier anyway, right?â you chuckled awkwardly, pushing the doors open and leaving him behind with that confused look set against his skin once again.
âXâ
âIâm telling you, we delete the footage from the previous day at noon, I canât help you.â Youâd tracked down the chapel pretty quickly despite all of your options, and now found yourself arguing with a pretty lackluster Elvis impersonator, desperate to figure out any more details about the night before.
âWhat about staff members that could verify? We just need a vague description.â
âEveryoneâs a part-timer here, lady. The people on shift today won't be back for another two days or so. Come back then, okay?â He showed you to the door then, and if you hadnât gotten drunk and married in Vegas the night before, this would certainly have been your lowest moment.
âNothing?â Reid asked from his perch on the car.
âThey delete the security footage.â You signed in frustration, and he showed a sympathetic smile on his face.
âHow do you want to play it, then?â he asked. âTwo of them are already going to know, should we just come clean to the entire team, see if they could help?â
âNo, god no. As much as itâs my current reality, I donât really want to have to respond to Mrs. Reid until Morgan gets new material, and no oneâs going to be this easy of a target any time soon.â
âTechnically speaking, youâd have to apply for a legal name change to become Mrs. Reid, usually couples do it a few days either side of the wedding and start the process of updating all their legal IDs so they can travel internationally for honeymoons without anyone asking questions.â
âNot the point, Reid.â
âAnd I knew that. Sorry.â It was hard to stay annoyed at him with that small smile stretched across his lips, and you suddenly found yourself wondering just exactly how he'd felt against you.
Youâd kissed at the chapel, at the wedding licence office, in his hotel room, and you couldnât for the life of you remember if youâd been the one to lean in first, or if itâd been him, or if itâd been both of you and what that meant. Did he like you, did you subconsciously want him in this way? Did this even mean anything? And what had those handcuffs been about?
He couldnât answer most of those questions, and honestly, you werenât sure you wanted the answers, but itâd been a day of awkward conversations, so you thought you might as well let your curiosity rule you for a few more minutes.
âSpencer, would you mind me asking a personal question?â
âSure, we are married now. Donât they say that the number one thing to remember in marriage is communication?â He tried to joke, but you couldnât laugh as you got ready to spit some of the most horrific words youâd ever strung together out.
âSpencer, do youâŠdo you often use handcuffs? In bed, I mean?â you were bright red, stood outside a 24 hour wedding chapel in the heart of Vegas and you couldnât believe this was your life.
âOh.â He was the same shade of red as you, and he stuttered through his next few incoherent words before you found his reply.
âIâve not done it with the handcuffs before, but I guess IâveâŠthought about it? Itâs definitely in line with my⊠Do we have to do this here?â
âWould you rather talk about this on the jet?â
âDo we have to do this at all?â He groaned, shutting his eyes and you could feel the horror at his own actions spreading through his body.
âWe are married now. Communication is key, remember?â He sighed and acquiesced, running a hand through his hair before turning back to you and forcing the words out.
âI know you probably didnât think this about me before, but I am pretty controlling in bed. I donât like feeling⊠hopeless, and it just manifests as dominance, okay? Itâs been a while since I had a partner though, so the handcuffs were new to me, but Iâve tied girls up before. Now can we stop this conversation here before someone on this very public street hears us?â
âOkay, yeah sure. That actually makes a lot of sense really.â You said, nodding and moving to get into the car. You tried to keep your thoughts to yourself, knowing that the knowledge of his preferences was going to plague your dreams for the next few nights.
âYou donât have to lie, Y/N, I know I donât seem like the type.â He got into the passenger side next to you, and you ignored looking at him in the mirrors desperately as you started the engine and made your way back to the hotel.
âNo, I mean it makes sense that it happened to us. I donât think we wouldâve ended up in bed together if we werenât so⊠compatible.â You let the silence sit between you as you let him take in your words, driving to the orchestra of midday strip traffic.
âOh.â He said. âOooh.â He finally caught on, and you felt your head turning in his direction, but you forced it back towards the road, convincing yourself that you really didnât need to see his reaction, to study his expressions.
âWell, at least we know that we both enjoyed it then.â You werenât sure if he was just oblivious, or trying to get a reaction from you, but nonetheless, your heart clenched at that, excitement rising in your stomach.
You convinced yourself that it was probably just the alcohol, and drove in silence back to the hotel, ready for your departure.
--X--
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The Parent Trap: Chapter Three
Aegon Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader x Aemond Targaryen
Summary: After the disastrous divorce between Aemond Targaryen and Y/n Velaryon the twins Baelon and Aemon were separated. Each was raised by one of their parents. Baelon was raised by his father while Aemon was raised by his mother. Years later they both meet at a summer camp and discover the existence of the other. The twins realize that there are many secrets in their family, eager to discover their past, they put together a plan to deceive their parents.
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Ten years ago
âYou look beautiful,â your father Joffrey said with glassy eyes and hugging you by the shoulders, both of you looking at your reflection in the mirror. It wasnât the first time he saw you in your wedding dress. In fact, he went with you to buy it along with your other father, your grandmother, your cousins and your godmother. But he always got emotional every time he saw you in your white dress.
You'd like to say you felt beautiful but you couldn't stop staring at your stomach. A month ago when you got the dress it wasn't so tight to your skin. Your pregnancy wasn't obvious. Now you couldn't help but think that everyone would think this was a shotgun wedding, that you were only getting married for the baby when it wasn't just about that. Aemond had asked you to marry him because he loves you not because you were pregnant.
âYou can still turn back.â
Your father's words made your heart sink. You knew that even though he and your grandmother Rhaenys had been by your side throughout the wedding preparations, they didn't agree with you getting married, you assumed it was because they thought you were too young but the strange thing was that neither of them seemed upset about the baby. You feared that the reason for their annoyance was that you were marrying Aemond but it didn't make sense, he's been your boyfriend for years and they never seemed to hate him.
Joffrey felt your body tense. He knew that if Laenor knew about this conversation he would be furious with him and they would end up having a huge argument. He knew he shouldnât distress you on this day but he needed to let you know that you didnât have to go through with this wedding just because of a social mandate or because you thought it was the right thing to do, that you didnât have to settle for Aemond just because heâs the father of your baby. He couldnât live with himself if he let you make such an important decision without having this conversation first. He would be failing you as a father.
âI just want to say that we are not in medieval times, you can have his son but there is no need to marry himâ he reminded you, turning you around so that you were facing each other.
âI know, Dad,â you murmured, clenching your hands into fists, and digging your nails into your palms. You prefer that to end up wrinkling your dress. âI love Aemond and he loves me. Donât worry, heâll take care of me.â
âOf course, just like he took care of you this month,â he said with obvious sarcasm.
He still didn't understand how you had forgiven Aemond for not accompanying you to your first ultrasound, nor how you could continue with the wedding after seeing that the groom would not help you plan it. He and Laenor were the ones who stood by your side and held your hands while you looked at your baby for the first time. They, along with your grandparents, your cousins, and your friends, were the ones who helped you plan the wedding. They had to intervene when they saw how you seemed on the verge of having a nervous breakdown. You shouldn't be stressed in your state, Aemond should never have entrusted you with the task of organizing a wedding at the last minute while he continued with his project of opening his own publishing house. So Joffrey had reason to doubt that he would be able to take care of you and treat you as you deserve.
âDad, please stop.â The annoyance was evident in your voice.
âI just don't want you to make a mistake.â In a few years, you will remember this conversation and the frustration on your dad's face as a warning sign that he was right. âI think thereâs someone better than Aemond for you.â
âWho?!â you asked, losing your patience. This was supposed to be your big day, you shouldnât be having this conversation. âPlease tell me that you and Dad have already moved on from the idea of pairing me up with Jacaerys.â
When you and Jaceerys were little, Rhaenyra and your parents used to say that you two would be together when you grew up. Hearing so many times that you two would be a good couple, seeing how your friends started dating and the mix of hormones in adolescence, you and Jace decided to give it a chance during high school but you were only together for a few months before realizing that you two didn't see each other in a romantic way. When you broke up, your parents tried not to show disappointment. But years had passed since then and you wanted to believe that your parents had already accepted that you and Jace were just friends.
"I'm not talking about Jacaerys, I'm talking aboutâŠ"
Your father fell silent as he watched the door open and Aegon enter. He watched intently as he seemed to freeze in the doorway, staring at you in wonder and when you turned to see him and your eyes connected, Joffrey was sure that for a moment Aegon lost his breath.
"Is everything okay Aegon?" you asked, causing him to regain his composure.
"Yes, I'm sorry, am I interrupting? I may go," he said, stumbling over the words, drawing even more of your attention.
A part of you wanted to end the conversation with your dad but you also wanted to know what was going on with your friend. In the end, you didnât even have to make the decision because your dad made it for you, he said goodbye saying he would go check on everything with the organization, and gave Aegon a squeeze on the shoulder. Years later youâll wonder if your dad was talking about Aegon and thatâs why he left you two alone thinking that maybe youâll magically change your mind or maybe your dad just left because he didnât want to argue with you anymore. Youâd never know.
You walked away from the mirror to sit on the armchair in the room and Aegon was quick to sit next to you.
"So?" you said, looking at him with a raised eyebrow, waiting for him to start talking.
âMy father,â at the mention of Viserys, your mouth turned into a straight line, knowing that you probably wouldnât like what Aegon said next. âApparently thereâs a family tradition where before the wedding the groom and his entire family drink a special whiskey. He insisted that I do too.â Aegon laughed as he heard you curse his father. âI didnât feel comfortable being there.â He sighed and looked down at his shoes, feeling embarrassed for coming to bother you with this. âIâm sorry for coming to bother you, you must be nervous and Iâve got my shit. I should goâ he stood up and barely took a step when you took his hand and pulled him back to sit down.
âYour father is an idiot but we already know that,â you said and you saw how your friendâs lips stretched into a smile but he was still downcast. âYou are not a bother, Aegonâ you declared squeezing his hand. âIn fact, I am proud of youâ You saw how he suddenly raised his face to look at you. âYes, I am proudâ you repeated wanting your words to stay in his head. âYou could have easily accepted the drink but you didnât and you walked away from that situation. You should be proud of yourself tooâ You smiled and warmed Aegonâs heart.
âAemond is so lucky to marry you,â the words fell from Aegonâs lips without thinking and he felt himself panicking. The last thing he wanted was for you to find out about his feelings at your wedding. No, that would only make things awkward and the last thing he wanted was to lose your friendship and ruin his relationship with his brother.
âOh shut upâ you laughed as you let go of Aegonâs hand and gave him a friendly push as you felt heat all over your face. âDonât be too exaggerated, any good friend would tell you the same thing as meâ you said not realizing that your words stopped Aegonâs panic but in turn made his heart ache. It shouldnât hurt him that you referred to him as your friend, he was more than grateful to be one but he would be lying if he said he wouldnât like to be in Aemondâs place. He would like to be the one waiting for you at the altar but that would never happen.
Present day
âCome on, you have to admit that something is wrong with him,â Aemon said kicking a branch as he walked.
Aemon and Rickon took advantage of Baelon going to bathe to leave the cabin and walk around the forest for a while. Rickon could see that Aemon needed to calm down before returning with Baelon.
The blond kid turned around when he saw that his friend remained silent. âDonât tell me that you like himâ
âOh, Aemon, donât be jealous, I like you moreâ Rickon mocked, lightly pushing his body against Aemonâs before continuing to walk. âJust stop acting like that, your mom wouldnât like you talking badly about your brotherâ
At the mention of his mother, Aemon felt guilty but also upset. Rickon was right, his mother had raised him to be kind and she would be disappointed if she saw how he ignored Baelon's excited questions about you, about him and the rest of his family. But you lied to him too. All this time he had a brother and you never told him.
âIt just irritates me that he's taking it like it's the best thing that ever happened to him. Our parents lied to us,â he said, tugging at the sleeves of his shirt in stress.
âI think heâs just excited to know he has more family,â the brown-haired boy replied with a shrug. âYou should try to get to know him. "Besides, now that you have a twin, I'm sure we can make great pranks if you cut your hair." By the sparkle in Rickon's eyes, Aemon could already tell that he had several ideas.
âI wonât cut my hair.â
âYouâre boring,â he sighed in disappointment. âBut seriously, arenât you curious about his life? About what your biological dad is like?â
Aemon would be lying if he said he didnât care to know more about his dad. You always told him random things, he was sure that any information Baelon gave him about his dad would be interesting. But the truth is what worries him the most is to know if his dad Aegon and his biological dad are brothers. Baelon said that his last name was Targaryen so that has to be his dadâs last name, because his motherâs last name is Velaryon, and Aegonâs last name is also Targaryen so they must be related because Targaryen is not a common last name.
His dad also lied to him, if he had known him since he was born then he also knew Baelon. Aemon wanted to cry.
âYou should go back to the cabin,â said Aemon trying to ignore the lump in his throat but his voice betrayed him by breaking.
Rickon stopped walking and studied Aemon for a moment, who looked away embarrassed. âIf you want I can give you a hug while you cry,â he said, opening his arms as if he knew the answer. And he was right because the other boy was quick to go and hug him. They stayed there until Aemon stopped crying.
When they returned to the cabin, Baelon was smart enough not to say anything about Aemonâs sore eyes and instead offered them Oreos.
âYou don't have any peanut butter by any chance?â Aemon asked as he sat on his twin's bed.
âI donât think so, he doesnât seem to have the same ugly palate as youâ Rickon scoffed but ate his words as Baelon pulled out the Oreos along with a jar of peanut butter from his suitcase.
âItâs a good combination,â Baelon said with a shrug and handed them each a pack before placing the jar in the middle and sitting back down. âDoes mom like it too?â
âNo, she doesnâtâ Aemon replied. âBy the way, Iâm sorry I ignored your other questions earlierâ he apologized and Rickon nodded approvingly at his behavior.
âItâs okay,â Baelon just waved his hand dismissively. âSo how did you discover this combination? Because a lot of people think this is weird,â he asked before eating a cookie.
âBecause it is,â Rickon muttered, and the twins pretended not to hear him.
âMy dad made me try it,â Aemon replied without taking his eyes off the jar, as if the task of dipping his cookie in butter was something that required a lot of concentration.
Baelon looked at his twin in confusion and finished chewing. âI thought you said youâd never met our dad. Besides, Dad doesnât like it either, in fact, he hates that my uncle Aegon made me try this.â
Aemon took a deep breath as if gathering courage before speaking. âMom is dating someone and I think itâs your Uncle Aegon. My Dad,â he said quickly before popping a cookie into his mouth. Baelon looked at him as if he had suddenly grown another head. âOr my stepfather if you want to call him that.â The word felt strange on Aemonâs tongue. He wasnât used to calling Aegon that.
âDo you have a picture of your uncle?â Rickon asked, stepping in to give Aemon more time to calm down.
Baelon looked at the duo of friends for a moment but realizing that neither seemed willing to say anything until they had the picture, he opened his drawer and pulled out several pictures. When they were gone, he took the opportunity to finish unpacking.
âThis is Uncle Aegon,â he said, showing him the photo the whole family had taken during his grandmotherâs last birthday and pointing to his dadâs older brother, who was standing next to his Uncle Daeron making horns with his fingers behind his head. âThis is Uncle Daeron and the one next to him is Aunt Helaena. Then thereâs our grandmother and well, our dad.â
âI didnât know he had siblings,â Aemon said, looking closely at the photo. They all looked happy in a big hug and smiling. Why then did his dad never tell him about his siblings? He didnât even expect him to tell him that his biological dadâs brother was, but at least he could have shared with him about his other siblings.
âSo our mom is really dating Uncle Aegon?â Baelon asked, noticing that Aemon didnât seem surprised to see Aegon in the photo, but rather to see the rest of the family.
âHonestly, I wouldnât call it dating,â Rickon opined, earning a dirty look from his friend. Not because Aemon disagreed with him, but because he still didnât know how to tell Baelon about Joffrey and that Mom was getting married soon. Maybe he was just worrying for nothing, if Baelon acted excited to meet him then he would surely like the idea of having another brother too.
âHe and Mom are getting married,â Aemon said, and if he hadnât gotten up to find his own pictures to show him, then he wouldnât have missed the grimace on Baelonâs face." We also have a brother, his name is Joffrey,â he said now giving him his notebook with photos again.
But Baelon didn't seem excited. In fact, he barely glanced at the pictures before handing the notebook back to him.
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since the tiktok ban, i've been seeing a lot of stuff where people blame americans for jegulus and i can't stop thinking about it. i don't know why people feel this way, but i am prepared to make an argument. so please allow me to make my case.
[also this is completely based on generalizations. i know americans that hate jegulus and love jily, and i know british people who hate jily and love jegulus]
so i've never been a jily girl. even years before i found jegulus, i never cared about that ship. i straight up didn't even know that people wrote fics about them specifically. (i actually still don't know if people do write fics about only them because i would never seek out something like that).
originally, i'd thought it was just because i only cared about the golden trio characters and occasionally sirius and remus, but the more i got into the marauders era, the more i realized that james and lily together were the standouts, i just really didn't care for them.
it got to the point where i only read fics that referenced jily if they were extremely background to the story (which they almost always were bc there is just not that much to say about them) or preferably if both of them were already dead and it was just remus, sirius, and harry who remained.
shortly after i really started getting into the fandom and writing for jegulus, i spoke to someone who hated jegulus and loved jily, and i told them that i'd always felt like james and lily were on the road to divorce before they died. this person was SCANDALIZED. they could not understand why'd said that.
now granted, this person was in their early twenties and in my experience, if you haven't lived long enough to see a lot of your friends go through divorces, then the idea that james and lily might divorce may seem crazy.
however, and this is where the american thing really comes in, i realized after this conversation why i felt that there was no way that james and lily were going to make it and that was specifically because of growing up a conservative christian bible belt ass place.
do you know how many couples i knew in high school who started dating their senior year even though they seemingly had nothing in common, had sex one time and didn't use protection because sex education is extremely limited down there, got pregnant, and had to have shotgun wedding?
so. fucking. many.
do you know how many of them are still married?
only one.
so when i see jily, two characters who have nothing in common beyond being gryffindors, get together, have a kid, and get married (not necessarily in that order) all within like two years, i know that the odds are not in their favor. those two aren't staying together. don't play with me.
now i don't know how people feel about young marriages in other parts of the world, especially in the uk, but i've spoken to a lot of americans, especially ones from the south, and so many of them have had the exact same experiences with their peers. i just can't help but wonder if that lends itself to less people being interested in jily.
i have other arguments to this, like that jily is not as entertaining as almost every other ship that james or lily could be involved in and americans being partial to entertainment above all else, or the american (and christian) obsession with the concept of redemption and self sacrifice making regulus a more compelling character than one that lived and died good (lily and james), but this was the one i wanted to focus on today.
#this is so long but i need to get it out of my head#i did not proof read this so im sorry if there are a ton of typos#jegulus#regulus black#james potter#american marauders fans#marauders#this is not jily friendly#just so you know
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If you feel like it, will you expand on how you think they are still involved romantically in the end of onyx storm? Like I get that they are married but that seems to more to secure Violetâs future without him. It doesnât seem to be because he has any hopes of any kind of future for the two of them together. Romantically or otherwise. He doesnât want her to look for him. Arenât they as broken up as they can be at this point? Iâd love to hear your thoughts (and love another/different perspective because these thoughts Iâm currently having are honestly making me feel ill).
Also thank you for your contributions to the fandom!! Honestly I think fanfic is the only thing thatâs gonna get me through this. Hope we get an upsurge of riorgail fluff from everyone đđŒ
I have never felt like doing anything more, anon!!! I get what you're saying, and I think that's the way Rebecca/Red Tower WANT us to see it, because they want us to be anxious about where it's going so that we buy the next book. However, I refuse to subscribe to that! Here's why:
(I wrote an actual essay, so it's below the cut:)
"Together romantically" My answer to the other ask was me visiting the Xaden Liarson school of verbal gymnastics so that I didn't spoil the ending for that anon. However, judging by Xaden's behavior throughout ALL of Onyx Storm (and frankly, books 1 and 2 as well) he wouldn't marry her just to dip overall. Like, even not being meta here, he wouldn't do that. He's selfish when it comes to her, for one thing, and he says this repeatedly. For another, he CLEARLY wants to marry her just to marry her. I don't want to get sucked in to another re-read (and someone else asked for my thoughts on the ending in general, so I'll reply to that ask once I'm done with my second re-read in the next few days with more page numbers and quotes and things) but in the scene with his mother, Xaden's reaction seems to illustrate that marriage is NOT a tool for him like it was for his father. He wants to marry Violet because he loves her. Now, obviously the shotgun (crossbow?) wedding was ALSO a move to protect her and solidify her place without him as you said, but with how he talked about marriage throughout the book, and how he talked about HER, he's not marrying her just to dip. He's just not! It means something to him, as she does, and he's not going to forsake that.
Violet Violet isn't letting him marry her just to dip either. Her thoughts throughout the entire book are that she isn't scared of him and she isn't running, and she isn't letting him run from her, either. The way the scene is set up with Sgaeyl, we see:
(Sgaeyl) glances over her shoulder. "And you think she'll help?" "She loves me." "Tairn does not, and you haven't looked in the mirror yet. The red veins branching from your eyes look like her lightning." "She'll help." It comes out with a hell of a lot more certainty than I feel. "She promised."
I am slightly worried about pronoun fuckery in this bit, but we know Violet loves him more than anything, and this portion of Xaden's chapter makes it clear Violet has to agree to whatever the plan is (murdering dragons, stealing eggs, etc) and that Tairn does as well. I think Tairn would actually support them breaking up, to a certain degree, and whatever the plan is, Sgaeyl does NOT think Tairn will be down.
And then, for more confirmation:
"We will ask," Sgaeyl finally says, flexing her claws in the rocky soil "And her decision will determine our fate."
They need Violet on board for whatever they're doing. Violet isn't going to be on board with him dumping her post wedding. I know some of these lines can point in other directions, but I don't think they do, for the reasons I'll go on to spell out below!
3. Memories I know some people were confused about what, precisely, Imogen made Violet forget, and it seems like she's missing 12 hours (which, insane signet growth, Im). I could not get over Violet forgetting her wedding. Hours after I finished the book, I was like, oh my God. She can't remember her wedding, and I burst into tears. Repeatedly. At length. Which is insane, because these books NEVER make me cry. All this to say, (again, given Xaden's tone specifically surrounding marriage) they aren't going to take having her forget their wedding lightly. They just aren't. She has to forget everything in those twelve hours, because she helps Xaden concoct/finalize whatever the hell he's planning on doing (I'll probably share what I think he's planning on doing in my response to the ask I mentioned above, but the gist of it for now is that mans is going on a quest of his own), but Violet ASKS Imogen to make her forget. In the marriage aspect, Xaden's protecting Violet, but in forgetting, Violet's protecting Xaden. This is why I say romantically together as well. I think the love is more important than anything else. I think the point of this book was to make it clear they'd both do absolutely anything for the other, and the ending is a culmination of that. I know some people suggested that they have her forget so that she can't be interrogated and used against him, and I think that's definitely true (although I think making her duchess also protects her from this, but Violet has always doubted her own ability to lie). Personally, my gut instinct interpretation was that deal she made with Ridoc that she'd let Ridoc kill him if Xaden took being venin too far (which, side note, do we all just forget about them being interconnected when it suits us??? He can't die because then Violet will die. We've been over this. I digress). Clearly everyone seems to think his little "display" at the end of the book is "too far." I don't know if he killed anyone important in that scene (again, I actually thought Bodhi dies? At first? And THAT was why she had to marry Xaden to secure the duchy while he was gone? but Red Tower seems to be very in tune to fandom priorities, and with how many people love Bodhi, killing him off page would certainly be a choice) but he's still at least an Asim, if not a Sage (given the veins, I'm 99% sure he's a Sage, but again, we don't get anything concrete in that ending. side eye, Red Tower. side eye.) and therefore everyone thinks he betrayed them, and he needs to get out of there before everyone else kills him! By forgetting, Violet is saving his life. That's romantically together to me.
4. Quest! Xaden doesn't leave Violet to pull an Edward and frolic around Europe for a few months or whatever it is. He has a plan. This what he shows Sgaeyl, I believe, and what Vi and Tairn have to agree on. It involves stealing the dragon eggs, killing the elders and/or the other dragons (save me third re-read of this damn scene, save me) and getting the hell out. @maethologies told me privately that the very act of going on the Quest means Xaden has hope for a "cure", just like Violet said he still had hope if he was trying to get Brennan to mend him. I think this is the Second Krovlan Uprising tie in: trade the dragon eggs (side note: why are there 7? did Andarna steal an egg and bring it back ????) and get allies against the venin (and eventually Navarre) (and perhaps do other cure-related tasks, idk). I also personally think Xaden's going to find more answers for Violet about her connection with Dunne. A huge theme of this book was that (explicitly) Xaden and Andarna don't know who they are, but Violet doesn't really know either. She spends book 3 helping them, and in book 4, I think they help her. Basically, he returns to the isles for quest part 2! Also, I think bringing 3 riders with him is a clear sign he's not just dipping. I'm hoping my second re-read helps me finalize who the hell he brought with him besides Garrick, but if they go to the isles like I'm thinking, my moneys on Dain or Aaric for the language translation (both of whom love Violet). I have a variety of other quest nonsense to share in the other ask, but the gist of it is that he is moving with a purpose! And his purpose is Violet! Because he's in love with her!
5. Meta This is where I get a LITTLE messy. I don't know if everyone reading this saw my 2024 reading wrap up, but I have read the vast majority of RY's catalog, and I consider myself to be very familiar with the themes she likes to write, and the situations she likes to return to, over and over again. A HUGE focus for her is the war in Afghanistan. She's been obsessed with that for ten years, which makes complete sense given who she is and her lived experiences. If you happen to not be super familiar with Rebecca as a person, her husband was in the military for a very long time, and her primary sub-genre is military romance. I don't know if this carries over internationally, but in the United States, marrying your partner early on in your military career is incredibly common, because it protects them in the event of your death and while you're deployed. I was really upset about him marrying her and then immediately leaving at first, but when I thought about it, it makes complete sense for who Rebecca is and what she's gone through. I'm not trying to accuse her of self inserting or anything like that, but she clearly likes to write situations that are important to her (as do I! As do we all!) and so it makes sense to me that she'd call upon something like this for X and V. It does NOT make sense to me that she'd call upon something she went through with her husband she's still married to and then make it a break up. Will it cause tension? Obviously! But to quote Mr. Riorson himself, they're past the break up stage. (Rebecca does some silly things with foreshadowing in her books, and sometimes she says things like this to prove them wrong, and other times, she says things like this prove them right. I really think this is a "prove them right" scenario, but I'm basing that off vibes, frankly, and my knowledge of her body of work. My Rebeccca-dar, if you will.)
6. Xaden Liarson I see your point about the note, and maybe I'm deranged, but I do actually just think he's lying. I don't think he's stupid enough to think she won't come looking for him at this point. He knows her too well for that. I think the "don't come looking for me" or whatever it is is a cover up for everyone else who thinks he betrayed Tyrrendor. Also, it slows her down! I am certain she'll look for him eventually (peep her broken compass from the god of luck, anyone?), but the note + the memory wiping make it so she can't immediately go looking for him. I think that's the point of it, not that she never looks for him again.
To conclude this literal essay, I think they're still together romantically because of Riorgail's most up-to-date characterization on their own and dynamic together, as well as who Rebecca is as a writer. I actually could probably write another essay on this, and I probably will in the other ask, but if there's anything else, let me know!! I need to bleed this book out of me so I can be normal again. But even if they are "broken up", it doesn't matter long term. The five book series WILL end with them together. That's how romantasy works. Xaden isn't dying. Violet isn't dying. Everyone else is fair game, but those two are fine, LOL.
Also, you are SO welcome for fic, always. I am not a fluff girly, unfortunately. I don't really write it in general, but we'll see if I get possessed. I do have a girl dad Xaden fic in the works (in which I have to re-work their wedding....) and I have some new smut ideas I want to write sometime soon! I think that will scratch the itch for me, anyway! As I've mentioned throughout this post, my hangover cure of choice has been to dive right back into Onyx Storm again, and I honestly think that was the best idea for me. I didn't do that after Iron Flame because I thought it was somehow "bad" to do so, and then I just longed for these characters for months. But, you do you! I wanted to make a masterpost of my hangover cure recs, but we'll see if I ever get to it. If you've read this far I am personally giving you a virtual gold star.
#helena's asks!#onyx storm spoilers#onyx storm#words cannot describe how much I love yapping about this book#like iron flame is my favorite because that book wrung me out like a towel#but this ones close! this is close.#thank you for asking nonny#if anyone has anything else let me know actually i'll be honored to write another essay
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