#also shut up about the age gap sorry. you guys have NO idea how old hazel is

[bayetea]

damn it really is up to me to save frazel isn't it

[rayslittlekitten]

The Little Sister

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

A/N: So, this is for this request an Anon sent a while back. I finally got some ideas and inspiration for this. I did change some things from the request. Instead of making the boyfriend “a great guy”, I did the complete opposite. Reader is Rosalind’s sister. I’m sorry it’s taken so long.

RATING: T

Word Count: ~1,900

Pairing: Raymond Smith x F!reader/OFC; OMC x F!reader/OFC

Plot: After graduating from University in the United States, you come home to London with your boyfriend who you met at University. You then meet Ray for the first time and become quite enchanted by him.

Warnings: none, really. Cursing. That’s about it. Maybe age gap but nothing sexy is going on yet.

You told your sister you didn't need a ride from Heathrow, that you and Brad can take a black cab, but she wouldn't listen because she's your older sister and even though you're 22 years old, you're still her baby sister. After you and your boyfriend gather your luggage, the both of you head over to the waiting area and find a tall Black burly man holding up a sign with your name on it.

"Are you... Bunny?" you ask him.

"Yes, madam. You must be Y/N and Bradley."

"Brad," your boyfriend corrects him.

"Sorry, Brad. Right this way. May I?" Bunny asks, offering to take your luggage. You let him have it and both you and Brad follow him to an SUV.

The ride to wherever this Bunny is taking you and Brad is fairly quiet except for Brad complaining about everything, from the flight to the way how everyone here drives on the opposite sides of the road to not having phone reception. The journey across the pond was a bit rough for both of you.

"Brad, can you please shut up for just one bloody minute?" You plead.

Before Brad can react, your phone goes off. You sigh of relief to see it's your sister.

"'Ello, Rossy!" you greet excitedly. "Yes, we found Bunny and we're on our way to you I'm assuming." You look out the window and recognize some landmarks. “See you soon.”

You had not seen your sister for about a year. You had spent this past Christmas with Brad's family instead of flying home. The last time you saw your brother-in-law was probably much longer than that. Mickey is a very busy man.

After Bunny pulls up to the familiar home, he hops out and opens the door for you.

"Thank you Bunny," you say to him.

Bunny walks over to the other side to open the door for Brad, but he's already out of the car, again complaining.

"Does your sister have Wi-Fi? Does England even have Wi-Fi?" Brad asks.

You don't even bother entertaining him, even though they are real questions to him. You just go to the boot of the car to get your luggage but again, Bunny insists on getting them for you. You leave him to it and head to the front of the house where you find Brad waiting. You ring the door bell and after a few moments, the door opens and you're greeted by a handsome tall man in glasses. His crystal blue eyes pierce through you. His blonde hair is slicked back and he has a neat beard sitting on his face. A face you would love to sit on, actually. Did you really just think that? He's wearing a blue button up shirt, herringbone waistcoat fitting perfectly around his long torso, and a black silk tie around his neck. Your eyes travel down and see his snug dark jeans wrapped around his--

"Hi, you must be Rosalind's sister."

You feel your face getting warm and your eyes shoot back up to his.

"Yes, I was starting to wonder if I had the wrong house," you quickly say.

"I'm sorry, we've never met. I'm Ray. I work with Michael." Ray reaches out his hand and you take it and shake it. His handshake is firm but he also has very soft hands. You look down and notice his slender and long fingers. His pinky has a ring.

"Hi, Ray. It's nice to finally meet you, too." You smile at him. Ray loosens his grip so you follow. If he didn't let go first, you probably would have held his hand forever.

"Hi, I'm Brad!" Your boyfriend suddenly jumps in between you and Ray, extending his hand.

"Hello, Brad. Welcome to the Pearson home." Ray takes his hand and shakes it. He then steps aside to let you and Brad in, with Bunny behind you both.

After stepping in, you walk further in the house you've been to plenty of times, but since it's Brad's first time, he is in awe at the large home.

"So how was your trip?" Ray asks while leading you both.

"I've had bet'ah," you reply flatly.

"You should have taken up on your sister's offer for first class seats," Brad pipes in. You simply roll your eyes.

"I'm sorry to hear you didn't have a good trip. Are you hungry?" Ray asks.

"Famished!" you say.

"Yeah, we only had pretzels and like a chicken sandwich smaller than the size of my palm," Brad scoffs.

"Well, please help yourselves. Rosalind and Michael's home is yours." Ray leads you both to the kitchen.

"You didn't tell me your sister has a butler," Brad quietly says to you.

"I'm not a butler," Ray chuckles. "I'm Michael's right hand, consigliere if you will. Michael is finishing up a meeting and Rosalind is on her way back from the garage so they wanted to make sure someone was here to greet you both upon arrival. You've already met Bunny."

"Yeah, where did he go? Where did our stuff go?" Brad looks around.

"He brought your luggage to your room where you will be staying," Ray tells Brad. Ray then checks the shiny expensive watch on his wrist. "Michael should be coming out of his meeting soon and will see you shortly. I hope you enjoy your stay."

"Thank you, Ray," you say, stretching your hand out. Ray takes it and shakes it.

"You're very welcome. It was a pleasure to meet you." Ray brings you hand up to his mouth and you feel his soft lips and blonde beard tickling the back of your hand. "I hope to see you again." Ray throws a wink at you. You are thrown off by his comment and gesture.

"It was a pleasure to meet you too, Brad!" Ray says to him, who is exploring the kitchen cabinets.

"Uh, yeah, nice to meet you too," Brad turns to Ray for a brief moment.

"Should you need anything if you cannot reach Michael or Rosalind, you can get in contact with me." Ray offers you one of his business cards and you take it.

"Thank you."  You smile at him.

"Y/N!"

You and Ray both follow the voice and see Michael walking towards you.

"Mickey!" You close the distance and give your brother-in-law a hug. "I've missed you!"

"We've missed you too, dear. Sorry we couldn't make it to your graduation but we are really proud of you."

"Thank you. It's alright. I honestly couldn't wait to come home."

"I see you've met Ray." Mickey puts a hand on Ray's shoulder.

"Yes, I have." You nod.

"Michael, this is Brad." Ray presents the man eating something he found in the fridge.

"Hi! I'm Y/N's boyfriend." Brad walks over to Michael and offers his hand.

"Nice to finally meet you, Brad. It's a little refreshing to have a fellow American around." Mickey nods as he shakes his hand.

"Boss, I'm going to go back to the pub to handle some things. Is there anything else you need?" Ray asks.

"No, I can handle it from here," Mickey replies. “See you later tonight?”

“I should be able to finish by then. If not, give Rosalind my best. Good night to you both as well.” Ray waves at you and Brad before taking off.

********************************

During dinner with Brad, Michael and Ros, you can’t help but think about Ray. You’ve heard a lot about Ray but that was the first time you’ve ever actually met him. In fact, you didn’t even really know what he looked like until earlier that day. Ros never mentioned how good looking he is. In that short moment you spent with him earlier, you couldn’t help but fantasize about all the naughty things you want him to do to you.

You feel guilty having these thoughts especially with your boyfriend sitting next to you. Brad satisfies you enough in bed, but he’s not very adventurous. You’ve had to ask him several times just to try a new position. Nothing is wrong with missionary, but it’s the only position he uses and while he does it well, you want to feel wanted, ravaged. Sex feels very clinical with Brad. Also, you still can’t get use to circumcised cocks. You wonder what Ray’s look like. An older man like him probably has a lot of experience with pleasing—

“Y/N?”

“Huh?” Ros’s voice snaps you of your thoughts.

“I asked what are you planning on doing now that you’ve graduated University,” Ros repeats herself.

“Oh, well…” you start.

“Ray?” Ros asks.

“R-ray?” you parrot Ros, wondering if Ros was able to read your thoughts.

“Rosalind! Sorry I’m late,” Ray greets Ros with a kiss on her cheek before pulling out the nearest chair and sitting down which happens to be between you and Ros at the head of the table.

“It’s alright, Ray. We ‘aven’t ordered yet. Y/N was just telling us her plans, which reminds me, you and Brad are free to stay as long as you need. Our home is large enough to accommodate you both. I don’t want you living in some shit’ole on the wrong side of town—"

“Always Bossy Rossy,” you roll your eyes and huff.

“Bossy Rossy?” Ray asks with wide eyes and a smirk.

“Don’t be a rude cunt. We ‘ave guests,” Ros points to Brad, who is just quietly watching with wide eyes.

“That word doesn’t mean the same it does back home,” Mickey reassures Brad. “I promise you they’re not insulting each other. That’s just how they talk.”

As the night went on, you had trouble focusing on conversations while your boyfriend sat next to you on one side and Ray on your other. It didn’t help that there was a moment where yours and Ray’s fingers accidentally brushed when you both reached for something at the same time. You also could have sworn his fingers brush the back of your neck when he passed behind you when he excused himself to the rest room. Lastly, every once in a while, your feet would accidentally bump into Ray’s under the table. He’s a tall man and needs the leg room though. You wonder how much room he would need to accommodate what’s hanging between—

“Anyone want coffee? Tea? Sweets?” Ros asks.

*********************************

When you all finally get back to Ros and Mickey’s place, everyone calls it a night. You and Brad had quite a journey today and Ros and Mickey need to be at work tomorrow. As you get in bed, you notice Brad is still on his phone.

“Hey, love,” you cuddle up beside him.

“Hey, babe,” Brad responds without looking up from his phone.

Still feeling a little fired up from dinner, you start kissing Brad’s neck and reach your hand down inside his shorts.

“I’m sorry, babe. Not tonight. I’m kind of tired and still full, ya know?” Brad looks over at you.

“It’s alright,” you sigh. “I’m pretty tired too.” You tuck yourself in and get comfy. You look over at him when you hear him giggling.

“You going to bed any time soon?” you ask.

“Yeah, probably. I’m just talking to Teddy and Seth,” he says, naming his friends.

“Good night, love,” you tell him before closing your eyes.

“Yeah, good night.” He rubs your arm and goes back to his phone.

[tenswrld]

old enough to understand

mark lee x reader, childhood friends to lovers, fluff

summary: now that you’re older, you seem to finally understand how mark makes you feel

a/n: came up with this at 2am while listening to my mark lee dedicated playlist and pluto projector came on and u already know that one part made me emotional also do u like my doodles i made on the photo ^^

growing up, you were surrounded by the concept of love. you witnessed it with your parents, when you got your first pet, and even when you took your first bite into your favorite fruit.

when you first met mark lee at the age of 6, you didn’t think that the word love would apply to him. at least, not in the way that you knew it. 

“no! it’s mine, i don’t want to give you any!” the young boy yelled.

“you can just go get more! i just want some watermelon!” you screamed back.

“go get some yourself!”

angry, you stomped away towards the table of adults. “mrs. lee, mark won’t give me a piece of his watermelon.”

the older woman laughed softly before getting up and leading you to the table of fruit. “forgive him, watermelon is his favorite. i’ll be sure to make sure he shares next time, okay?”

while you ate your own fruit alone in the grass, mark came up to you scratching his neck awkwardly, avoiding eye contact. “i’m sorry for being rude...i just really like watermelon...”

you narrowed your eyes at him before bursting into a fit of giggles, offering your own watermelon out to him. “it’s okay, mark, i like watermelon too. i understand.” he took the piece that you held out to him and took a seat next to you.

when you first met mark, you didn’t think anything of him except for that he was the dorky boy next door who seemed to reserve the concept of love for his favorite fruit.

in middle school, you and mark seemed to clash heads more often than not, and you found it hard to stick around him. desperate to seem cool in front of the new friends that he made, mark steered away from you and teased you whenever he saw you in the halls. you almost despised him in your middle school years, but no matter how much teasing he did mark always waited for you outside of the school gates and walked you home safely. 

though he was still unsure of the role you had in his life, mark knew that he wanted to keep you around.

in high school, your parents fantasized about the idea of the two of you dating, but you and mark always recoiled at the thought. friend groups and social status set you and mark even further apart and before you knew it you became a messenger to girls who wanted mark to call their own. when you got your first boyfriend in sophomore year, mark tried to warn you that the guy was no good, but like always you never listened to him. when he broke your heart, you expected mark to scold you and tell you he told you so, but he provided you comfort in his arms instead.

though he didn’t love you then, mark vowed that he would never let your heart get broken again.

when it came time for you and mark to go off to college, you found yourself a lot more upset than you had initially thought you would be. you were excited to go off and find yourself elsewhere, but something about not having the silly, brown haired boy by your side 24/7 felt strange. granted, you two weren’t as close as your six year old self thought you would be, but you found that you and mark held a special type of bond that you feared you wouldn’t find anywhere else. 

you still hadn’t figured out your love for mark lee, but you knew that leaving him was one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to do.

“just...promise to call often, okay?” you told him as you walked with him to his car, a box of his things in your arms.

mark’s lips curled up into a smug smile. “why? gonna miss me that much?” 

you rolled your eyes. “you’re making me regret saying that. you’ll be lucky if i don’t block you after this, idiot.”

mark laughed loudly and you found yourself smiling softly at the sound. you placed the box in his truck before you both turned to each other. “i’ll text you everyday and call when i can. don’t worry, you can’t get rid of me that easily. you’ll probably be hearing about my uncontrollable gas everyday so if that’s not what you’re looking for then...”

you laughed and shoved his shoulder, mumbling for him to shut up. “it’s gonna be weird without you, i think.”

mark shrugged. “yeah, well, we’ll see each other again. just think about it like that time where you got so mad at me for blowing up your house in minecraft that you ignored me for a week!”

mark expected you to laugh but became concerned when he saw your lip quivering and your eyes threatening to spill tears. “y/n? sorry, is that, like, a sensitive memory?”

when you suddenly wrapped your arms around his torso and mumbled a soft ‘i’ll miss you’ into his chest, mark cursed at himself for being the first one to fall in love.

___

“isn’t it like 4am for you? you should go to bed,” you scolded him half heartedly. you sat at your vanity on facetime with a sleepy mark as you did your nightly skincare routine.

mark groaned through the phone and shook his head. “but i wanna talk to you,” he whined groggily. “i miss you.”

your cheeks heat up and you smiled shyly. “i miss you too, mark.”

mark blinked slowly with a tired look, his hair all messed up and his face in need of a shave. he watched you silently as you rubbed your moisturizer into your skin, smiling at the sight. “...you’re really pretty you know that?”

you froze and chuckled nervously, keeping yourself busy with your moisturizer so you didn’t have to see the way mark was looking at you. “you’re talking nonsense again.”

he grumbled, “i’m not talking any nonsense. you’re so pretty, y/n, i miss seeing your face. i hate facetime and my shit wifi.”

“you’re rambling, marky, go to bed,” you ushered him, this time grabbing your phone to look at him.

he smiled fondly at you. “i like it when you call me marky.”

“okay, i’ll call you it more if you go to bed.” 

mark huffed and complied, bidding you one last goodbye. “fine. i miss you so much, y/n, call me tomorrow.”

“okay, i will.”

“promise?” mark asked softly, peeking open one eye to look at you.

“i promise, you big baby.”

“okay, goodnight. love you,” mark mumbled softly into his pillow, already half asleep.

your breath hitched in your throat at his words. you two hardly ever said that phrase to each other but you began to realize that nowadays mark seemed to say it quite often. before, you’d probably make a face in disgust at the cheesiness, but now it only made your stomach sick with butterflies.

“yeah, love you too, marky. sleep tight.” 

already fast asleep, mark stayed silent. your thumb hovered over the ‘end call’ button, but you waited a few more seconds just to look at how peaceful mark looked. you could see the sky turning from a dark black to a paler blue from his window, making you frown since the boy had stayed up so late. before you could look at him any longer, you ended the call and sat back in your chair.

loving mark lee had always seemed impossible to you, but now you realized that it was the one thing that you wanted to do for the rest of your life.

___

you spent a lot of time thinking about your feelings for mark while you were away and most of it was you being in denial. you thought that maybe it was just because you weren’t used to being so far away from him, but deep down you knew otherwise. your friends had tried setting you up on blind dates, yet no one seemed to fill in the gap that you felt you had in your heart.

after you finished your first year of college, your mother began to pester you about having a boyfriend for you to bring home for the holidays. yet no matter how many guys you thought about, your mind would always bring you back to mark.

it was now christmas time and your family and mark’s family were going to have a small get together, meaning that you and mark would get to spend time with each other in person again. you weren’t sure if you should tackle mark at the sight of him, but you figured he would do the same to you anyway.

“y/n, sweetheart! my gosh, it’s been so long! you’ve grown up so well,” mark’s mother cooed as she gave you a warm hug.

you chuckled and returned her hug, replying with, “thank you, mrs. lee. it’s nice to see you again.”

she playfully nudged your shoulder. “any boyfriend yet?”

you laughed awkwardly and shook your head, looking away. “oh, um, no...not yet.”

she beamed. “mark will be happy to hear that.” she said it so fast that you almost didn’t catch it. “he’s out back waiting for you. i told him i’d tell him when you got here, but it’ll be a nice surprise for him,” she winked.

you thanked her briefly before making your way to the backyard excitedly. you thought that you’d be more nervous facing the boy you loved but, frankly, all you wanted to do was finally tell him that you loved him.

when you opened the door mark immediately turned his head, expecting to see his mom, but his facial expression completely changed when he saw you. he ran up to you with the brightest smile on his face and engulfed you into his arms. you laughed joyously into his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you as close to his chest as humanly possible.

“you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting to do that,” he mumbled into your hair.

you smiled against his shoulder before pulling away to look at him. the two of you held eye contact for what felt like an eternity before mark finally returned his arms back to his side.

“even though we call everyday, it feels like i’m meeting you for the first time all over again,” mark said with a light laugh.

“i hope i lived up to your expectations, then,” you joked.

mark smiled fondly at you before brushing snow out of your hair. “definitely above expectations.”

you blushed at his comment but thanked the cold weather for hiding your rosy cheeks. before you could make more small talk, mark burst out into another sentence.

“y/n, i have to get this off of my chest before i explode,” he blurted.

your eyes widened and you nodded your head. “oh, um, okay, what is it?”

he gripped at his hair and turned around, beginning to whine. “oh my god, i’m gonna sound like the biggest idiot on earth. please don’t hate me after this.”

“...what did you do, mark?”

“i didn’t do anything! well...” he faced you again with a sigh and grabbed your hands taking you by surprise. “y/n, i’m in love with you. and i know you probably just see me as that stupid annoying boy your mom forced you to be friends with but i’ve loved you for over a year and it’s driving me crazy and i-”

“mark!” you interrupted him, placing a hand over his mouth. he looked at you with wide eyes while you smiled at him, practically glowing with happiness. you removed your hand from over his mouth and he sighed again.

“just reject me so i can go cry in my room.” mark shut his eyes and prepared himself for rejection but it never came.

“i love you too, mark.”

mark opened one at to stare at you suspiciously. “...really? like, seriously?”

you chuckled. “yes, really. for a few months now.”

“wait, you’re not pranking me or anything, right?” mark asked with a small laugh.

you glared at him. “mark...”

“i’m sorry, i’m just really surprised!” mark opened his mouth to say something but then gasped and dug into his back pocket to grab something.

when he pulled out a small piece of mistletoe you seemed to fall in love with the brunette boy all over again. he grabbed one of your hands and gently pulled you closer to him, using the other hand to hold the mistletoe over your guys’ heads. 

“i brought this just in case. i know that you’ve always fantasized about a moment like this so...” he said sheepishly. “kiss me?”

you laughed and brushed his hair out of his eyes before cupping his cheeks and placing a soft kiss on his lips. you felt him smile into the kiss, making you laugh and pull away.

“been waiting for that one too, huh?” you teased.

mark waved the mistletoe above the two of you and shook his head. “less talking and more kissing please...”

it took you over 10 years for you to realize that you loved mark lee but, if you had to, you would do it all over again in a heartbeat.

[btsqualityy]

Fools Rush In: Chapter 3

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Strangers-to-lovers, age gap!AU (reader is 30, Jungkook is 23), Angst, smut, fluff

Summary: You deliver the news to Jungkook and he makes his own decision.

Warnings: None to note.

WC: 2.1K

Two weeks later, you found yourself staring blankly at the large number “25″ that was on the front door of what you had recently found out was Jungkook’s apartment. 

You had come to Seoul to compete in the Korea Open so you decided to try and look Jungkook up. You had Yoongi get in touch with some of the organizers of the French Open in order to get his information and luckily, he lived in an apartment right in the city. 

Even though you had made the decision to keep the baby and raise them alone if you had to, you did feel as though Jungkook deserved to at least know so that he could make his own decision. That’s why you had been standing in front of his door for the better part of 10 minutes, trying to work up the courage to knock on the damn door. 

Just as you raised your hand to knock, the front door flew open, almost making your heart beat out of your chest. 

“Are you the delivery woman?” A tall, broad shoulder man asked and you shook your head as you lowered your hand.

“No. I’m actually looking for Jeon Jungkook,” you replied. 

“Ah, he’s inside,” the man told you. “Would you like to come in?”

“Yes, thank you,” you smiled, waiting until the man had stepped aside before you walked inside and slipped off your sandals. 

“I’m Jin, Jungkook’s roommate,” Jin introduced himself as he shut the front door. 

“I’m Y/N L/N,” you said. 

“Wait, you play tennis right?” 

“Yeah, that’s me,” you nodded.

“I though you looked familiar!” Jin exclaimed, making you laugh. “What are you doing here to see Jungkookie?”

“Uh, I’m just,-”

“Hey hyung, was that the food?” Jungkook asked as he strolled out of his bedroom, walking over to the front door before freezing in his spot when he saw you. “Y/N, hi.”

“Hi,” you smiled, lifting your hand and waving a little. 

“What are you doing here?” He wondered as he paced over to you. 

“I’m sorry for just popping up like this but I needed to talk to you,” you stated seriously as you looked at him and although you could tell from the raising of his brow that he was confused, he turned to look at Jin. 

“Can you give us a second hyung?” Jungkook requested and Jin nodded.

“It was nice meeting you Y/N,” Jin smiled and you nodded to him before he walked away and stepped into another room next to the one that Jungkook had come out of. Once the door closed behind him, Jungkook looked at you again. 

“Do you want to come sit down?” He offered, gesturing to the couch. 

“Sure, thanks,” you murmured as you walked over to the couch, sitting down on the edge and Jungkook sat himself down next to you. 

“So, how have you been?” He wondered. “It’s been like three months since the French Open right?”

“Yeah, and I’ve been ok,” you shrugged. “Just getting ready for the Korea Open.”

“Oh, you’re competing in that?” 

“Yep.”

“You’re gonna kill it,” he smiled and you couldn’t help the way that your cheeks warmed up at the praise.

“Thanks,” you chuckled. “What about you, how have you been?”

“Good, good, can’t complain,” he said. “Just been working a lot but that’s it really.”

“Still doing photography?”

“Yeah, that’s what helps pay my half of the bills,” Jungkook laughed. “I’m sure you didn’t come here just to ask me about photography though.”

“I didn’t,” you giggled awkwardly. “So, do you remember the night of the French Open, when we spent the night together?”

“Don’t I?” He smirked. “I was a little miffed that you left without saying goodbye but I figured that the whole “drunken one night stand” thing wasn’t typical for you.”

“It’s not and I’m sorry for that, by the way,” you apologized. “I kind of panicked when I woke up.”

“I get it, don’t worry about it,” he waved his hand dismissively. “But why are you asking if I remember that night?”

“Well, um, I kind of...maybe....might’ve gotten pregnant that night,” you revealed. 

“Yeah right,” he laughed loudly. “Be serious Y/N.”

“That’s the terrifying thing Jungkook, I am being serious,” you insisted. “I’m pregnant.” The smile slowly slipped off of Jungkook’s face as he realized that you weren’t joking, and you watched as he abruptly stood up from the couch and began to pace the length of the living room. 

“What the fuck?” He muttered. “We used a condom.”

“It had to have broken.”

“You’re a woman that plays sports, wouldn’t you be on birth control?”

“I haven’t been in a committed relationship in two years and I don’t do the whole “one night stand” thing, remember?” You explained. 

“You literally disappeared on me and had me wondering if the whole night that we spent together even fucking happened and then suddenly, you show up and tell me that you’re pregnant,” he huffed, pausing his pacing in order to look at you. “I’m just supposed to accept this?”

“I know it’s a lot to take in and it’s out of nowhere,” you began. “It only takes one time though. So yes, I am pregnant and you’re the father. I thought you deserved to know.”

“So does that mean you’re going to keep it?” He questioned and you nodded your head. 

“Yes, I am.”

“I don’t think I can be a father right now Y/N,” he sighed, resuming his pacing. “I just graduated from university and I’m up to my eyeballs in fucking debt that I only just started paying back and I’m only 23! I can’t be anyone’s father at 23!”

“Look, you don’t have to be involved,” you said and he stopped in his tracks. “I only came here to tell you. I can raise the baby on my own if I have to.”

“And what, I’m left to be the big bad guy who isn’t in his own kid’s life?” 

“Any decision that you make going forward is your own,” you told him. “I didn’t want you to find out somewhere else because I am going to have to go public with my pregnancy eventually, and I didn’t want to keep the baby from you if you did want to be involved. I just wanted to tell you so that you could make an informed decision, that’s all.”

Just then, a door opened and Jin walked back into the living room. 

“Hey Jungkook-ah, Taehyung said that he wants to go out for dinner so I canceled takeout, that ok?” Jin asked and it took Jungkook a few seconds to focus before he looked over at his hyung. 

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Jungkook agreed easily. 

“I should get going,” you suddenly said, getting up from the couch and reaching into your purse, pulling out a card before walking over to Jungkook and handing it to him. “This has my number and the address of where I’m staying for the next few weeks on it. Take all of the time that you need to think things through and then let me know.”

“Alright,” he replied and you gave him a small, closed mouthed smile before walking to the front door and letting yourself out. 

......................................

“Y/N’s pregnant,” Jungkook confessed, two bottles of soju deep into dinner, which caused both Jin’s and Taehyung’s eyes to widen. “And I’m the father.”

“Tennis legend Y/N L/N?” Taehyung asked for confirmation and Jungkook nodded. 

“That one.”

“How the hell did you hook up with her?” Jin laughed. 

“Met her at the French Open, we talked for a little bit, and then went back to my hotel room,” Jungkook replied. “I woke up the next morning and she was gone so I didn’t think much of it. It was just a one night stand, you know?”

“Is that why she showed up and why you’ve had a bottle of soju in your hands since we got here?” Jin wondered and Jungkook nodded again. 

“Yep.”

“Well, are you gonna be involved?” Jin asked. 

“I’m not sure,” he admitted, yelping when Jin reached over and smacked the back of his head.

“What the hell do you mean, you’re not sure?” Jin scoffed. “You can’t just have a child out in the world that you don’t know.”

“Wait hyung, just because Jungkook consented to sex doesn’t mean that he consented to having a baby,” Taehyung pointed out.

“He consented to the possibility of having a baby when he didn’t protect himself and wrap his dick up,” Jin shot back. 

“Actually, I did but it broke,” Jungkook muttered before taking another gulp of soju. “It’s not like I don’t want to be there though. In fact, my first instinct is to call her and tell her that I’ll be there for whatever she needs.”

“What’s stopping you then?” Taehyung questioned. 

“She’s just...she’s one of the biggest athletes in the world and she’s gonna go down in history as one of the greats while I’m just a 23 kid who doesn’t even know where my life is going. She has it all together and she doesn’t really need me. Hell, she might even be better off without me.”

“It’s not about if she needs you or not though, it’s about you being there for your child,” Jin told him. 

“She said that she could raise the baby alone if she had to,” Jungkook mentioned. 

“Just because she can, it doesn’t mean that she should have to,” Jin stated and for some reason, that sentence stuck with Jungkook as he swallowed down the rest of the soju that was in the bottle. 

......................................

A few days after you showed up to his apartment, Jungkook couldn’t get you or the baby out of his mind. He never expected to be in this situation at only 23 years old but the more that he thought about it, he realized that he wasn’t completely...afraid of it like he first thought he was. 

Sure, he somewhat freaked out when you first told him and then went into catatonic shock afterwards but the more that he thought about it, the easier it became for him to warm up to the idea. 

Jungkook always wanted kids and even though the two of you weren’t married and weren’t a traditional couple by any means, he knew that you could be a good mother. You were determined, hardworking, and passionate and those were all qualities that he admired in a person. He figured that if he were going to have an unexpected baby with anyone, then why not it be you? 

He was also a person that believed in fate and destiny. If he managed to get you pregnant despite the two of you using protection and you still chose the keep the baby even before knowing if Jungkook was going to be involved or not, it all had to be a part of some larger plan that neither of you were privy to. 

In the end, that was the thought that he decided to put trust in and that led to him finding the card that you had given him, dialing your number. 

“Hello?” You answered a little breathlessly.

“Y/N, it’s Jungkook,” he said. “Did I call at a bad time?”

“Not at all, I was hitting the ball around with my coach,” you chuckled. “That’s why I’m out of breath.”

“Ah ok,” he nodded. “Well, I just wanted to call you because I’ve been thinking a lot about you and the baby, and I’ve decided that I want to be involved in their life.”

“Really?” You gasped softly.

“Yeah. I mean, I can’t just let you raise them by yourself when you didn’t create them by yourself,” he sighed. 

“I don’t want you to feel forced though, Jungkook,” you explained. “I know that this is a weird situation but I don’t want you to resent me or worse, the baby. I meant it when I said that I can do this own my own if need be.”

“Just because you can do it on your own, doesn’t mean that you should,” Jungkook pointed out, echoing what Jin had told him and you just smiled softly to yourself. “You’re gonna have to be patient with me though, because I don’t have the slightest idea of how this whole parenting thing goes.”

“That makes two of us,” you giggled. “But we’ll figure it out together, ok?”

“Alright,” he agreed.

“I have my first doctor’s appointment in three days, on Thursday and you are welcome to come if you want,” you offered. 

“You haven’t had a doctor’s appointment yet?”

“I couldn’t get one in the States before I had to leave to come here for the Open so I just figured that I’d wait,” you told him. 

“Oh ok. Well, yeah,” he replied. “I’d love to come.”

“Cool. I’ll text you the details, ok?”

“Ok. Bye Y/N,” he said. 

“Bye Jungkook,” you smiled before hanging up the phone. As Jungkook pulled his phone away from his ear, he couldn’t help but to feel oddly at ease about the whole situation. He felt deep down that everything would be ok, and he just hoped that it actually turned out that way as well. 

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[soft-october-night]

The Love Interests in the Works of Jane Austen: An Assessment

This is an "extremely scientific" and "thoroughly researched" ranking based on personality, money, family and connections, and is a bit of a blend between the book characterizations and the film characterizations (and is in no way only based on my own opinions). Here we go, grouped by book but not much else.

Edmund Bertram: absolute trash. His family has treated you unbelievably shitty since day one and not only has he BARELY noticed, he ALSO has treated you shitty. Will fall in love with someone beautiful and fun and when she dumps him will come crawling to you for a rebound. His passion for you is so lackluster that even the esteemed author who wrote about it barely spared a paragraph on your relationship. Has a job but only because his dad owns the land the church is built on. You’ll gain no connections or family by marrying him, since he’s literally your cousin.  0/10

Henry Crawford: There IS such thing as too much fun, and that is never clearer than in this man, who will try to seduce you as a game, freak out when his middling overtures don’t work and then try and seduce you “for really real” this time. You will definitely move up in the world if you marry him, and if you play your cards right it seems like his sister is also just REALLY into you, so see how that goes. Life will be pretty okay until you find him in bed with one (or more, who knows) of your relations. 3/10, 8/10 if you’re into that

John Willoughby: Will be like something out of a romance novel, you’re thinking he’s going to propose and then he just fucking ghosts you and embarrasses the fuck out of you at a party by acting like he doesn’t know you. Somehow marry him (congrats on the inheritance you must have, btw) and get ready to take a backseat to the whims of his aunt for as long as she lives. 1/10, at least you get to live in a nice house.

Edward Ferrars: Oh Edward. He’s a bit of a mess, isn’t he? Super kind, your family loves him, he made a bunch of stupid decisions in his youth that are coming back to bite him in the ass. He is loyal to an absolute fault, but you luck out when his fiance turns out to be a bit of a gold digger and dumps him when his mom disowns him. He doesn’t have a job and neither do you, but his family doesn’t wanna speak to him (lucky you!) and you’ll be happy and poor together if you two can work on your communication skills. 7/10.

Colonel Brandon: He’s got a nice house, the respect of his friends and the community, and he has a LOT of passion. He’ll give your sister’s penniless husband a job, dramatically rescue you from a rainstorm, make sure his dead girlfriend’s daughter is happy and taken care of even after your ex fucks HER over too, and is all around a pretty decent guy. Just. Uh. Maybe, kinda, sorta, needs to go after women his own age and is probably with you because you remind him of his dead girlfriend. 5/10 with the wildly inappropriate age gap, 9/10 without it.

Mr. Wickham: Please don’t. He’s a thirsty bitch who lives for drama and you think he’s fun until you find out he tried to sleep with one teenage girl and is making eyes at your fifteen year old sister behind your back. Marry him (through the grace of mysterious benefactors, cause he ain’t marrying anyone unless he’s paid the right price) and get ready for a life of being surrounded by military men in the north of England while your husband tries to fuck everything that moves. Work that out somehow with him and you might actually be happy. 0/10.

Mr. Bingley: He is a softboi who will do literally anything his friends tell him to do. He is SUPER rich, and marrying him will throw your sister’s into the path of other rich men and he is REALLY into you, but get ready to be sucking up to his sisters for literally the rest of your life. Unless he can ship Miss Bingley off to live with Mrs. Hurst, have fun trying to wage a war of barely concealed insults over the breakfast table every morning, and if you’re marrying Bingley I’m sorry but that is a war you just cannot win. He doesn’t have a job but he does have five thousand a year, and neither of you can manage money. You’ll love simply and deeply and be happy as any two can be. 8/10.

Mr. Collins: Last resort to rescue yourself from a life of being a burden to your parents until they die and then having to become a governess or something. Has a job but never shuts up about his boss. You will have to rearrange everything in your house according to his boss’ will. 2/10

Mr. Darcy: Is a anxious disaster who doesn’t know how to talk to girls at parties and needs to learn how say no to going out when he’s just not feeling it. He doesn’t have a job because he’s a landlord; he owns half of Derbyshire and has ten thousand a year, but turns out that all of that money and land can’t buy tact or charisma. Doesn’t know how to flirt and thinks he’s doing a great job (he’s not). He’ll propose to you out of the fucking blue one day by insulting literally everything about you, but don’t worry! Reading his letter unlocks Darcy 2.0. This patched version gives him humility, a personality, and he WILL gain the ability to rescue your family from utter ruin. Marry him and enjoy a life of luxury and witty ripostes, but beware! You ARE going to have to deal with Lady Catherine until the day she dies, not to mention Caroline Bingley’s barely concealed contempt every time you meet in polite company. Darcy 1.0 3/10, Darcy 2.0 8/10.

Captain Wentworth: Absolutely top tier. Has a job, has earned everything he has, including a fortune and the respect of his peers, superiors, and subordinates. His sister and her husband are practically the only happily older married couple you know, his friends are super fun and nice (even the dour one with all the poetry knows how to have a polite conversation). If you dumped him ten years ago on the advice of your almost comically shitty family yeah, he’s going to hold a grudge, but he WILL NEVER STOP LOVING YOU and the MOMENT he gets over his pride will do everything and anything in his power (including leaping the bounds of propriety!) to win you back. Based on his love, money, and connections you should RUN, not walk, into his arms TODAY and allow him to rescue you from your family and whisk you off to see the world on his ship, at least until Napoleon busts out of Elba. 12/10

Mr. Eliot: Will lose all your old schoolfriend’s husband’s money in a bad deal, has debts out the ass, might be trying to get with either you or the woman your dad has been flirting with for the last few years, you’re not sure. Is totally ruining the rekindling relationship you’re trying to get going with your far superior ex. He wants the land and title your dad has and will stop at nothing to get it. Marry him and you can move back into your old house (maybe? it’s a little unclear what with all the debts) but have every single cent your mother left you immediately put into some dumbass scheme. 1/10

Henry Tilney: another softboi who just wants to act in the school play while his dad and brother plan to ship him off to military school and berate him for not joining the football team. Bring him shopping with you to pick out dresses, spend long nights over tea chatting about books. Has a job, but again, only because his dad owns the land the church is on. Loves you even though you have some very strange ideas about his house, and will forgive you when he realizes you thought his dad either murdered or imprisoned his mom. If he can find the courage to tell his dad to fuck off and let him live his own life, expect a long, happy marriage of snuggling together in a window seat somewhere, sipping tea and reading. 9/10

John Thorpe: Trash bastard man. Peaked in whatever equivalent of high school he had. Shitty and rude to everyone, would post racist memes on facebook and start fights if he could, all while being shitty and manipulative and CREEPILY possessive of you. -2/10

Robert Martin: A sweet himbo farmer who just wants to love and worship you. He has a job, is pretty rich, and while his connections may not be above his class, he’s an earnest boy who wants to take care of you and be taken care of in turn. Marry him the first time, absolutely do NOT let your friend influence you against him, because who KNOWS if you will get a second proposal! (You will, he likes you THAT much.) Marry him and enjoy a sweet, simple life of exactly zero drama (unless your friend is around). 7/10

Mr. Elton: Trifling gold digging trash who doesn’t know what the word no means. Do not marry, unless you want to be censured by decent, hardworking people -1/10

Frank Churchill: Knows how to have fun, but you know there’s something more going on. He won’t let you see his letters, he sends out secret notes, then he smiles and tells you that everything is totally a okay. Another boy with ANOTHER overbearing aunt, only this one doesn’t know how to say no. Marry him if you’ve got the money, but he will always be longing after the poor girl next door that auntie wouldn’t let him married, and would have cheated on you already if she was into it. 3/10

Mr. Knightly: He’s your brother in law and you’ve known him almost your whole life, so that’s a little sus, but he is also the ONLY person in your entire life who knows how to tell you no (and you really, REALLY need to be told no sometimes.) He is extremely wealthy, but more importantly he’s kind and caring about people who are considered “beneath” him. He will break his weird no dancing rule to dance with your shy friend, he will ream you out for being shitty to unwed spinsters who value your opinion, and somehow has the correct read on everyone all the time. You will gain no connections by marrying him, since the two of you already have the exact same connections anyway, but the two of you should be content in a test of wills that will last a lifetime. You’ll be very happy as long as he doesn’t get super pedantic and start correcting you about everything. 7/10

[mypoisonedvine]

The Kind of Girl You Take Home to Mom | Andy Barber x reader (part 1)

summary: Jacob was finally taking his college girlfriend home to meet his family.  how was she, a sheltered Harvard girl, supposed to know not to trust the famous, respected lawyer who just so happened to be his father?

word count: 3.5k

warnings: smut (dub con??), age gap, infidelity, fingering, dirty talk, a lil choking, wedding ring kink, lots of awkward conversations lmao

@donutloverxo @evnscvll @ballyhoobarnes​

“They’re gonna love you,” Jacob beamed at you as you buckled into the passenger seat.

“I dunno, Jake, I’m not usually a parent’s favorite…” you mumbled nervously, adjusting to be comfortable for the drive.  It wasn’t that long of a trip— just from your dorm at Harvard to the southern suburbs of Boston; your discomfort was a lot more psychosomatic, in fact.  Isn’t it normal to be afraid to meet your boyfriend’s parents?

“Well, my parents are pretty chill,” he assured you.  “Besides, what’s not to like?”

You still felt a little dizzy as you tried to prepare yourself for a weekend with them.  You’d hoped Jacob would just have you guys meet at lunch or something but nope, he insisted that you come with him the next time he visited over a three-day weekend and you’d agreed cause you didn’t know how to say no.  Now here you were, practicing ‘Hi, it’s so nice to meet you!’ in your head as if you were going to forget how to speak English in the next fifteen minutes.  

Honestly, with how nervous you were, it was plausible.

The sun through the trees cast flashing light and shadows through your window as you watched the scenery roll by.  Something by Bon Iver was playing through the car speakers, but the mumbled lyrics were lost to your distracted mind.  You’d heard a decent amount about his parents through him— his dad was apparently quite the bigshot lawyer— but you had no idea how much they knew about you.  You hoped he talked about you a lot but you also sort of hoped he didn’t, so that you’d have a clean slate to start with.

“Your destination is on the left,” Google Maps informed you both.

“There it is,” Jacob smiled as he lifted a hand from the wheel to point to the house.  It was nice, really nice, and a little tinge of jealousy hit you.  

You took a deep breath and gave him a weak smile as you prepared to meet Mr. and Mrs. Barber.

~

You went through the motions of every great introduction to people who need to like you.  So nice to meet you, I’ve heard great things, you have a lovely home, all that good stuff.  Laurie, his mom, was bubbly and kind, and insisted you not call her Mrs. Barber because it made her feel old, apparently; Mr. Barber was a little more stern but still seemed warm enough.

After some basic hand-shaking and introductions, Laurie had explained that she was making dinner.  You offered to help but she insisted that you wouldn’t lift a finger while staying in her home.  That sure did sound nice, though you felt guilty.

So, while Jacob unpacked your and his stuff in the guest bedroom, and while Laurie was cooking, you and Mr. Barber were stuck together in the living room.

“We’ve been hearing a lot about you,” he informed you.

“Oh, r-really?” you stammered.  “Only good things, I hope.”

“Only great things,” he assured.  

You nodded, not sure what to say but realizing the conversation was going to peter out quickly…

“You can relax,” he encouraged with a smile, “we’re not giving you the third-degree or anything.”

You let out a little laugh of relief, trying to keep from looking too rigid.  “I’m sorry,” you sighed, “I just really want to make a good impression.”

“You already have,” he assured you.  “You’re a natural.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” you laughed nervously, “I’ve never met anybody’s parents before.  I mean, of course I’ve met people’s parents, just not a boyfriend’s or anything— that’s not usually my sort of thing…”

His eyes went a little wide, and you mirrored it as you realized the implication.  “Oh, I don’t mean— it’s not like I only do hook-ups or something, I don’t do that, I just meant I’ve never really had a serious relationship before—” oh god, is that a bad thing to say?  Does it make me seem like I’m too immature for Jacob; or does he not think we’re serious?  “I mean, it’s not like we’re serious serious, it’s not— we haven’t really— we’re not thinking that far ahead, we’re young and all that…” God, even Jacob and I haven’t had this conversation, why am I having it with his father?!

“Well, whatever it is that you two are, he seems to care for you greatly.”

“That’s… good to hear,” you sighed, hoping you could just keep your mouth shut for a few minutes.  Awkward silence was leagues better than this.

“The weather’s great so I thought we could sit outside for dinner!” Laurie suggested.  

“Sounds lovely, honey,” Mr. Barber nodded, jumping off of the couch at any excuse to get out of this conversation.  You resisted the urge to hide your face in your hands.

Their patio was spacious and covered in meticulously-gardened plants, with a glass table that had already been set with four place settings.  You helped carry out some of the food and took your seat in the wrought iron chair.

“Do you want any wine, sweetie?” Laurie offered as she turned towards you, bottle in hand.

“Oh, I’m not twenty-one yet,” you explained quickly.

“Well, yeah,” Laurie raised an eyebrow, “but we’re not so sheltered, we know what college kids get up to— just a glass won’t hurt.”

“You’re kind to offer,” you relented, “but I don’t drink.”

“Really?” Laurie questioned, looking a little incredulous.

“Really,” Jacob butted in.  He laughed when his mother gave him a look of surprise.  “Yeah, I know, she’s like, the one person at Harvard who’s sober.”

“Finally, a little respect for the law in this house,” Mr. Barber added as he stepped out onto the patio.  

“You want a glass, honey?” she asked him, seeming to ignore his apparent distaste for her offering alcohol to you.

“Sure,” he nodded, taking a seat.

“So,” Mr. Barber addressed you as he sat down, “what are you majoring in?”

“English,” you answered with a nervous smile.

“And what do you wanna do with that?”

“Whatever lets me read as much as majoring in it allows me to,” you chuckled.

“Do you think you’ll go to graduate school, get a Master’s?” he pressed.

“Actually,” Jacob interjected, “she’s thinking of going for a doctorate.”

Mr. Barber turned back to you with an impressed expression.  “Wow!  Smart girl.”

Something about him calling you ‘girl’ made you feel yourself blush slightly, and shift in your seat.  Or maybe it was the praise.  Still, for some reason it coming from him felt wrong but wonderful at the same time.  “Um, I suppose so…”

It continued on like that for a while; he and Laurie asked you questions, you and Jacob told a few stories.  Mr. Barber managed to get you to open up a little and not be so worried about him judging you or assessing you all the time.  But then again, you’d heard he was a bigshot lawyer so he probably knew how to get people comfortable and talking so he could go in for the kill.

Sometimes you caught him looking at you like he was about to go in for that kill at any moment.

~

“Do you think it went okay?” you asked with faux nonchalance as you slipped into bed, watching Jacob brush his teeth in front of the mirror.

“Okay?  I fink it went greaf!” he responded, the toothbrush in his mouth making his words difficult to parse.

You laughed a little at his silliness, though you were glad to hear he thought it was a successful day.

“And they don’t mind us sharing a bed?”

Jacob snorted with a quick laugh before spitting out his toothpaste into the sink.  “They’re not conservative like that,” he dismissed with a shake of his head.  “I mean, we’re boyfriend and girlfriend, it’s normal for us to share a bed.”

You nodded because it was true, but you also found yourself twisting a piece of your hair between three fingers; you wondered if his parents assumed that you two did everything that was normal for boyfriends and girlfriends to do… and, as always, you wondered if Jacob was growing impatient with you in that regard.  He always said that he didn’t mind and was going to wait as long as you needed, but it was still hard to believe.  Sometimes you just wished he would break up with you so that he wouldn’t have to deal with celibacy and you wouldn’t have to deal with the guilt.

“You ready for bed?” he prompted, tearing you from your train of thought as he sat down on the other side of the bed.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” you agreed with a nod, laying down completely and plugging in your phone.

Jacob switched off his bedside lamp, and you were ready to fall asleep, but he quickly pulled you into him.

Oh, yes, cuddling.  This was normal, this was expected; you should feel relaxed right now, and not nervous and confused.  You tried to force yourself to, but it didn’t really work. 

He hummed contentedly, kissing behind your ear.  “Goodnight, honeybun.”

Another girl would love this kind of attention.  Any girl should.  You smiled, but it was fake.  “Goodnight, Jake,” you replied quietly.  You really did like him, you never doubted that.  But as he drifted to sleep beside you and you took in the surroundings of Jacob’s old room— renovated and updated, but still feeling like the graveyard of a childhood— you couldn’t help but question why you were here at all when you knew, deep down, that this relationship was missing something that couldn’t be found.

~

You woke up for no particularly good reason in the middle of the night, a habit of yours.  Squinting as you lifted up and unlocked your phone, you read the clock: 2:16 a.m.

You sighed and realized that you weren’t going to be able to get back to sleep, at least for a while.  

Peeling Jacob’s limp arm off of you and slipping out from underneath the comforter, you tiptoed out of the bedroom and shut the door behind you.

The streetlights cast faint yellow light into the kitchen, enough that you could see somewhat; enough that you didn’t stub your toe, thankfully. 

You did your best to open the refrigerator quietly as you searched for a snack.  I could make a sandwich but that’s a bit too much food.  There’s so much weird diet food in here, is that Mr. or Mrs. Barber’s?  A glass of juice probably isn’t enough.  Yogurt?  Hmm, maybe…   

“Burning the midnight oil?” the deep and smooth voice of Mr. Barber came from behind you.

You jumped a little as you spun around, finding him standing in the entryway to the kitchen, wearing pajamas and a smug little smile.  You let go of the door and it slowly closed itself; Mr. Barber turned on a dim light and you were able to see him a little better.

“I think we’re a little bit past midnight, sir,” you chuckled softly.

He seemed slightly uncomfortable with the title, shifting awkwardly and clearing his throat.

“Did I wake you up?” you asked, concerned.

“No, no, not at all,” he shook his head.  “I haven’t been sleeping so well recently.  A finger of scotch usually helps…”

For some reason, him telling you this felt too intimate.  You cleared your throat nervously as he poured the aforementioned drink into a crystal glass.

“You really don’t drink?” Andy asked you suddenly, and you laughed a little.

“I don’t know why it’s so hard for you guys to believe!” you replied.

“No, no, I believe you…” he trailed off.  “I guess I’m just surprised because Jacob seems really into the party scene.  You two seem sort of opposite in a lot of ways.”

“Yeah, we are,” you admitted.  “I think it works for us.”

“You keep him honest?” 

“I keep him from failing out,” you scoffed, though as soon as you’d said it, you instantly regretted your brutal honesty.

“Ah, I get it,” Andy smirked.  “He’s partying while you’re back in the dorm studying enough for the both of you.”

“That’s not—”

“Don’t lie to me,” he instructed, a little more stern than you anticipated.  “With what I do for a living, I’ve learned to spot a lie from a mile away.”

You swallowed, thinking this was getting a bit out of hand already.  “Well, I ought to get back to bed,” you realized, “and… so should you.”

As you stood up and started to walk past him, he suddenly reached out and grabbed your arm, stopping you.

“Mr. Barber, I—”

“Call me Andy,” he encouraged, stepping closer until you were pressed against the wall and he was pressed against you, finally releasing your arm but leaving you just as trapped.  This close up, your height difference was staggering.

“O-okay, Andy, I don’t—”

“Has he fucked you yet?” 

The question made your eyes shoot wide open and your stomach burn with embarrassment.  How could he ask you something like that?  But he seemed cool and collected, staring down at you as he took the last sip of his scotch and set the glass aside.

“I think as his father, I have a right to know,” he added firmly.

“I… we don’t… he and I aren’t…”

“So, no?”

You nodded quickly.

“Well, why not?  Is there something wrong with him?”

No, there’s nothing wrong with him at all, and I hate that about him because I should love him but I don’t.  “N-no!”

He looked you up and down quickly before responding.  “I can’t imagine how he keeps his hands off you…”

You knew you shouldn’t be enjoying this kind of attention, especially from your boyfriend’s father, but something about his gaze made shivers erupt in its wake.  You looked away and forced yourself to remember everything great about Jacob.

“He’s been very patient with me,” you explained shakily.  “He knows I’m not ready.”

“Not ready?”

“To be with someone… that way…”

You shivered when his fingers began to toy with the hem of your nightgown.  “This is nice,” he complimented softly.

“Um, thank you…”

“You’re a very beautiful girl,” he informed you, leaning in a little closer.

“I—” you began, but he was already about to kiss you.  You almost melted into it, you almost let your eyes flutter shut as you tilted your head; thankfully, you stopped yourself at the last second, pushing your hands against his chest.  He was strong enough that your protest would’ve been useless if he hadn’t chosen to stop in the moment.

“Andy, your wife…” you explained weakly.

“She hasn’t touched me in years,” he grimaced.  “She just wants my money, and the appearance of the perfect family.  You have no idea what it’s like to lie next to someone every night and still be completely alone.”

For a split second, Jacob flashed in your mind and you wondered if you did have an idea.  

“I’m… sorry to hear that…” you mumbled.  “But I can’t— you can’t—”

He lifted your chin with one finger, and you looked up at him with wide doe eyes.  “Is he treating you right, sweetheart?  Is he everything you deserve?  Don’t lie to me…”

“He’s…” you whispered shakily, unsure how to respond, “he’s great.”

Andy chuckled incredulously, seemingly not believing your answer.  “Listen, he’s my son; I love him, obviously.  But I know his flaws better than anyone.  And even though I like to think he’s smarter than a lot of boys his age, they’re all the same when it comes to one thing: girls.”

“I think he’s pretty smart in that regard,” you defended.

“If he was smart, he would be taking you to nice places, buying you nice things, treating you right.  If he was smart, he would’ve fucked you already.  If he was smart,” he smirked a little, “he wouldn’t have left you alone with me.”

His hand slipped under the bottom of your nightgown, grabbing your thigh.

“Andy!” you yelped, but he lifted a finger to his mouth with a soft shushing noise.

“Don’t wanna wake anybody, now do you?”

I kinda do though… you thought to yourself.

His fingers travelled higher and higher, nearly brushing against the edge of your panties; you shivered, wondering if you should stop him, and if so, how.

Your hands were still resting on his chest from when you’d tried to push him away, but instead of fighting back all they did was clench and pull at the soft cotton of his t-shirt as his pointer finger hooked into your underwear and pulled them down.

The thick, calloused pad of his finger swiped through your folds, and you bit your lip.  Something about it being the middle of the night, about the forbidden nature of it all, about the way his gaze burned right through you made your entire body so sensitive.  He found your clit instantly, and barely had to touch it to get you bucking your hips into his touch; you only somewhat managed to suppress your gasp.

He leaned in to kiss you again, but this time it actually came to fruition and his lips were soft but determined against your own.  You reciprocated eagerly, eliciting a little smile from him as you both realized how bad you wanted this even when you shouldn’t.  The moment his tongue slipped into your mouth was also the moment his middle finger slid into your tight and pulsing channel.  You moaned with surprise and it mixed with his own soft groans while your tongues intermingled.

A second finger joined his first, stretching your walls and making you nearly bite down on his lip in your mouth.  He smiled and twisted them within you, pushing right against a spot that made your knees weak, while his thumb stretched out to keep circling around your clit.

He broke the kiss to watch your face, admiring the way your brows furrowed together, and your eyes fluttered shut, and your swollen lip caught between your teeth.  Your head fell back against the wall, the effort of supporting it suddenly seeming too much, and it caused you to look up at him and make some awkward yet sensual eye contact.

“Has he ever made you come like this?” he whispered, jealousy apparent in his tone.  You shook your head ‘no.’  “Has anyone ever made you come like this?”  You shook your head again.  “Fuck,” he groaned.  “Including yourself?”

You nodded and he laughed a little, stooping down to kiss your neck.  “Always such a good girl, huh?”

His tone shifted as realization crossed over his face.  “Baby… am I the first thing that’s ever been inside you?”

You bit your lip, feeling a bit embarrassed, and nodded again.

He groaned and pressed his hips forward into your hip; the hard shape of his cock against you made you gasp.  “Feel what you do to me?” he smirked.  “God, you’re too fuckin’ perfect…”

“A-Andy, ‘m close,” you whimpered 

“Come on my fingers, sweet girl,” he encouraged.  “I wanna see how pretty you look when you let go.”

It felt like a wave of sensation was about to crash over you, faster than you knew how to handle it.  You reached down and tried to push him away by the forearm, an instinctive way to run from the intensity of the feeling as it started to make your eyes roll back and your toes go numb.  But he was too strong; your fighting was useless as his fingers kept fucking into you and pressing against your constricting walls.

“No, baby, you can take it,” he hissed.  “Come for me, sweetheart.”

Just as you were sure you were about to scream, his other hand clapped over your mouth.  You could feel the hard shape of his wedding ring against your lips and just as guilt hit you, so did your orgasm.  Your knees went weak; you would’ve fallen if it weren’t for the hand inside you all but holding you up.  

Your moans were muffled into his calloused palm as pleasure rippled through you.  You felt your channel grip his fingers at the same time as a gush of arousal coated his hand and even began to drip down to his arm.

Your breathing slowly stabilized, and Andy trusted you enough to finally take his hand away.  He pulled his fingers out of you and brought them to his lips, licking them with a smirk.  “You taste like heaven, honey,” he praised.  “Go ahead, clean off my fingers,” he instructed as he pressed the fingers into your mouth; it was already hanging slack from exhaustion.  You closed your lips and sucked on his fingers, moaning at your own taste and at the way his skin felt on your tongue.

Once he was apparently satisfied with your work, the hand in your mouth moved back and instead wrapped around your neck as you whimpered.

“Tomorrow,” he growled against your ear.  “I’m gonna get you alone, and we’re gonna finish this.”

You were a little too busy panting to respond to that.  Honestly, you had expected that you would have some post-nut clarity at this point, or even just be satisfied once you’d reached your peak.  But apparently not; even still coming down from it, you already wanted more.  With a sigh, you realized that you were already completely addicted to Andy Barber, and you were going to come back for more as soon as you could.

“Tomorrow,” you agreed in a raspy whisper.

(part 2) // (part 3)

[daddysfangirls-anime]

I’ll be back

Pairing: Levi x reader

warning: language, beating, sad, angst, attempt sexual assault.

summary: Levi loved someone who was too young to love and decided to break her would be better. He was wrong.

Prompt: People think the lion fell in love with the lamb but it was the other way around. The lamb fell in love with the lion…

Right before he broke her heart;  Before he destroyed her; Before he tore her into pieces…

“And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…”

The Lion and The Lamb

 Levi Ackerman

Originally posted by aurieackerman

The Lion.

He was cruel but not cruel enough to walk past the please of a girl in need. Sighing in annoyances he followed the young girls scream into an alley. He leaned against a wall for a moment watching a young girl struggle against three men.

She kicked, punched, and clawed as the men laughed and beat her down. She looked about 12 Years old maybe younger. She wore sandals and a white dress that obviously wasn’t white anymore.

The Lamb.

He tensed up when he saw one of the men begin to unbuckle his pants. This was where he drew the line.

“hey” he shouted pushing off the wall and walked towards them “that’s enough, leave her alone”

“Hey pal, mind your own business just keep walking.” One guy steps forward he was about 5′9 with blonde hair he had a tooth gap and smelled heavily of booze, all of them smelled heavily of booze they were all filthy.

He scoffed and looked as the blonde approached and put a hand on his shoulder, a filthy hand, bad idea. As quick as he could he kicked the guy in the back of his leg making him drop to his knees then took his arm and kneeing it snapping it in two. The blonde screeched and fell back.

“Holy shit. He snapped Gavin’s arm. He fucking snapped Gavin’s arm” another guy yelled trembling as he backed away. He seemed to be the youngest of the three and the most scared.

“Get Him” the other guy shouted he was fatter and bald. He was the one with his pants unbuckled he was holding the girl’s head in his hands.

“I’m out of here”

“Charlie. Charlie, Charlie get your ass back here, Charlie”

“Fuck you Riley” the bald guy, Riley, groaned and looked towards the guy about to kick his ass.

“you think you’re tough”

the so-called tough guy pulled out a pocket knife “ I think I’m annoyed and disgusted by you pigs” taking a large step he thrust his knife into Riley’s shoulder forcing him to cry out and step off the girl. Pulling back he slashed his face and Riley fell back.

“I should get you like the pig you are” he turned away from him and to the girl.

He took a knee beside her “are you okay?” she continued to just look forward and sob. Her right eye was swollen shut her face bloody and bruised. She couldn’t feel anything.

“where do you live?” she crooked out her address he then picked her up and took her home.

“what’s your name?” he asked as he bandaged her up

“ (y/n) (L/n)”.

The Lamb.

“Levi Ackerman”.

The Lion.

“where’s the rest of your family?” Levi asked.

“My- my brother is a soldier, scout regime, left last year”

he’s probably died Levi thought “where are your parents?” the room fell silent Levi didn’t think she heard him “where’s your -”

“dead. Everyone died. I’m alone”. Her brother took care of her all of her life. Her mother was a prostitute who abandons her children when it got too hard. Their aunt was generous to pick them up and take care of them the best she could. But two weeks ago she had fallen and never recovered. (y/n) was left to fend for herself, which she was doing poorly at.

Levi finished fixing up her face then cleaned up, he meant to clean up the mess he made but ended up cleaning the whole house. (y/n) watched from her seat on the couch. This man, Levi, was very sweet and kind or at least seemed that way.

“how old are you?” Levi asked swiping the floors

“12″ she answered. Levi was 21.

“This place is dirty”

“I’m sorry”

“it’s fine I’ll teach you. How long have you been alone?” Levi asked as he checked her cabin which were empty

“four days”.

“Alright, I’ll be back” that’s what he said as he left (y/n) though it meant a few minutes or hours, in reality, he meant a few days. When Levi returned he waltzed right in and headed to the kitchen with bags. (y/n) didn’t know this and grabbed a bat she tiptoed into the kitchen seeing the intruder she raised the bat alone her head and swung down the intruder caught it.

“listen hear you ungrateful little brat” immediately she dropped that bat and began to apologize. Levi ignored her and continued to put things away. Her cabin was now stocked with food and cleaning supplies.

“I’ll be back” once again he was gone this time he didn’t return for two weeks. When he came back it was late at night and you were trying to go to bed when she got up and saw Levi in the middle of her living room she broke into tears Levi once again ignore her tears.

“I’ve brought books,” he said placing a stack of books on the kitchen table.

“where did you go?” once again ignored Levi checked her cabin she was still stocked. Looking at her he noticed her clothes were a bit small.

“I’ll be back … with clothes”

“no wait please” (y/n) said but it’s too late and Levi’s out the door.

Once again she was alone. Levi comes and went as he please which hurt (y/n) a lot. Having no friends or family (y/n) was left alone. Ever since that incident with three men, she didn’t risk going outside. The only person she had to connect with is Levi and he never stayed. And it hurt (y/n) every time he left because she never knew when he’d be back but she kept hope in her little breaking heart that he would.

The relationship continued like this for a little under a year until Levi stopped coming for good. Unknowing to (y/n) Levi was forced to join the scout regiment with his two loyal friends, siblings. For a year (y/n) learned to fend and steal for herself and once again she was alone but more alone than before. The underground was not a place for a child alone yet here she is.

A year after leaving Levi returned. (y/n) came back home to find Levi on her couch reading a book that he brought her long ago.

“you’re back” (y/n) said as she got teary-eyed she immediately tried to hug him but he got up before she reached him “ I stocked your cabin“

“where have you been?” she asked sitting on her knees on the couch “The place is really clean. You’ve done well” he ignores her question. She didn’t need to know his business what he did was his problem. She needed to stay in her child-like world and stop asking the question before she got answers she didn’t like. But she was going to have to get an answer she wasn’t going to like

“14, right?”

“excuse me?”

“you’re 14, now, right? 14 years old”

“yeah,” he nods acknowledging her.

“where did you go?” (y/n) asked again wiping tears away Levi didn’t say anything he walked over to the coat rack pulling something from his jacket a letter. He placed it on the kitchen table. It was a letter that contains an answer she didn’t like to a question she never asked.

Levi left standing outside the house he stood there he heard her crying. Now she knew her brother wasn’t coming home. Levi walked away as he knew he formed another crack in her already breaking heart. Levi never came back after that.

A few months later wall Maria fell and (y/n), The Little Lamb, made a choice to follow Levi, The bold Lion. 5 years later they’d be introduced to each other again by Commander Erwin Smith (y/n) (L/n) as a new and top recruit and Levi Ackerman as the Captain of the top scout regime squad.

“Levi I’d like you to meet Cadet (L/n) the top recruit of her class and new recruit ago he found her a child in the street him an early young man. He caught uncertain feelings for her in her young supposedly teenage years and his early adult years. He tried to keep her safe and healthy and away from danger while keeping his distance with his uncertain feelings. And also breaking her heart hoping she’d never feel the same. But she did at a very young age, she did.

The Lamb fell in love with The Lion as he tried not to love her. But in the end, The Lion fell in love with The Lamb which he had broken.

[mediocre-writerr]

grow as we go [toni shalifoe]

toni shalifoe x reader

requested: Hello! I was wondering if you could do a Toni x reader before the island. Where the reader is Martha's older sister and she moved out a few years back but when her mom lets her know about the trial and stuff comes back immediately and finds Toni living there. And when they were kids Toni always had a crush on the reader and know that she's older it has just gotten stronger

*not my gif*

The younger girls’ laughter filled the bedroom next door. You squished your pillow over your face, before slamming it down next to you.

You stripped the blankets off of you and headed straight towards the noise. You knocked on the door before opening it, “Marty, Toni, I love you both dearly, but please go to bed. I have a big test tomorrow and I need you to go to bed.”

“What’s so important about tests anyway?” Toni shot back, crossing her arms.

“You’ll find out once you become a sophomore in high school. So please...goodnight girls.” you said and they answered in unison.

“Goodnight Y/N.”

“Your sister’s hot.” Toni said bluntly.

Marty smacked her arm, “Ew stop! She’s so old! She’s 15 and we’re 12! That’s like dating your grandma!”

The two giggled like school girl children. Well they were, but Toni couldn’t stop getting you out of her mind. Which was weird, she never felt this way about anyone before. Like she wants to kiss Y/N.

Eww cooties!!! Toni thought before shrugging off the idea.

“I just don’t understand why people decide to eat meat? It’s literally killing animals.” Martha began.

We were waiting for her mom to pick us up from school, “Because meat is good. It’s literally heaven on Earth,” but she became at lost for words when she turned her head to see Y/N. All of the girls just a tad older now, you about to leave for college and then about to go into high school, “Actually that’s heaven on Earth.”

Marty finally looked up at who you were staring at, wide-eyed, “Shut up Toni! That’s my sister!”

She raised her hands up in defense, “I can’t help it!”You smiled at the two younger girls as you arrived to the spot they were sitting and waiting, “Hello beautiful.” she flirted.

You playfully rolled your eyes, “Hi Toni, Marty. How was your guy’s day?”

“It was good.” Marty said with a smile at her older sister.

“Better now that you’re here.” Toni flirted yet again and you just laughed.

She always flirted with you as time grew older. Once Toni discovered that she was only into girls, she did not hesitate to flirt with you on a daily. Especially when she realized that you liked girls and boys. It’s not that you didn’t like it, but you about to graduate and her about to enter high school was enough for you to be a little weirded out about the tiny age gap.

It was the night before you were about to leave for college and your family decided to have a little family game night, plus Toni of course. Both Marty and Toni were fighting over who was gonna be your teammate in the game, like always.

“She’s my sister!” Martha yelled, pulling at your arm.

“She’s my wife!” Toni yelled back and your sister dropped her arms, raising them up in defense.

“Yeah, you win.” she mumbled before placing a seat back on the couch.

You looked at Toni with a small smile on your face, before running your fingers through your hair, “You know I’m too old for you, right Toni?” there were a few minutes of silence and you nodded approvingly, until she said, “Yeah, but I’m in it for the long run.”

She smiled at you with her big cheeky smile and you pushed her slightly before ruffling her hair.

“Did you unload everything?” your mom asked as you looked into them empty trunk of the car. The airport terminal not too far away.

You nodded with a sad smile. Your dad rushed towards you, holding you in a big tight hug. Tears threatening to spill as we hugs tighter, “Stay safe, okay?”

“Of course Dad.” you then went over to your mom and gave her a huge hug while she cried into your shoulder, “I love you.” you whisper.

“I love you too.” she says back, sniffiling in the process.

Marty throws her arms around you and you could feel the tears hit the crook of you neck, “You gonna be okay?” you ask softly and all she did was nod, unable to say anything else, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And lastly there was Toni, who stood there awkwardly with a sad smile on her face.

“Get over here.” you say, nodding your head towards you, opening your arms wide. She throws herself into your arms just like Marty did. You hold her tight, burrying your face in her hair, “You take care of her for me, okay?”

“I will, I promise.”

The next four years of college was a blast. All of the parties, but really also all of the self-growth you learn along the way. You’ve been with a few guys and a couple girls, but all of the relationships seemed to fail. Like something was missing.

You were up late one night writing an essay, when my phone started ringing, “Hello?” I asked, whispering, not wanting to wake my friends up.

“Hey sweetheart.” your mom’s voice echoed throughout your ear.

You smiled softly, “Hey Mom, what’s up?”

“It’s about your sister,” your mom drew out and you immediately tensed up in your seat, waiting for her to answer, “She’s involved in a trial with her old physical therapist, from when she broke her bone, Dr. Ted.”

“A trial for what?” you asked, hoping and praying it’s not what you think.

Your mom sighed, her voice getting all chocked up, “There’s a bunch of accusations being made by hundreds of girls that he helped for sexual assault.”

Your heart dropped at what she said, you put your elbows on your desk, before rubbing your face with your hands, “I’ll be on the first flight home.”

You got back to Minnesota late at night. Almost midnight and the drive back to your house wasn’t the most pleasant, but all you thought about was getting home to Marty. She needs her older sister more than anything.

When you got home, you didn’t bother saying hello to your parents because they were fast asleep. You tiptoed through the halls and into your old bedroom, putting all the luggages next to the window. From the room next door, you could hear small laughter coming from inside.

The door was slightly opened, so you pushed on it a little more. You saw an older Toni and Martha messing and joking around with one another. You crossed your arms around your chest before leaning against the doorframe.

“I guess some things never change huh?” you questioned and the girls’ heads snapped towards yours.

“Y/N!” Marty yells, jumping from off her bed and towards you. But not before stepping on Toni’s body in the process.

“Ouch!” Toni screamed which caused you to let out a smal little laugh.

She embraced you in a hug and you just held her tighter, “What are you doing here?”

You shrugged, “I just wanted to visit for a bit.”

Toni gets up from off the mattress on the floor. And you notice a bunch of other clothes that belonged to her in Martha’s room.

“You live here now?” you asked, raising your eyebrow up.

She just nodded, “Yeah sorry about that. You’re probably stuck with me for awhile longer, not that I’m complaining.” she teased and you smiled.

“You grew up to beautiful Toni.” you said and the same smile you had, matched onto her face. You gave her a hug, holding her close, “It’s good to see you again. I’m gonna head to bed. Goodnight.”

As you closed the door. Toni opened her mouth just as wide as her eyes were, looking at Martha. She let out a small chuckle shaking her head.

“You are not going to date my sister.” she pointed out.

“I’d be your sister in law Marty. You should be happy.” she exclaimed, falling back onto the mattress with a dreamy look in her eye.

Marty just hummed in response, turning off the lights.

At around 2 in the morning, you heard muffled cries and sobs come from the room next door. You shot out of bed, heading straight to her room. To find your little sister crying in Toni’s arms. You didn’t say anything, but rather tilted your head in concern. Toni read your mind and just nodded.

You say on the mattress that laid on the floor, keeping the two of them company while she started to fall asleep and calm down. Toni laid Martha down softly before coming to plop down next to you.

“I tried protecting her Y/N.” Toni whispered and you nodded.

“I don’t blame you for this. We were both here when it happened. Neither of us could’ve known.” you explained, shaking your head, “You wanna know what I learned about you?”

“Oh no.” she mumbled before listening politely.

You let out a soft chuckle, “That you are the best friend anyone could ever ask for. Maybe it’s because you didn’t have the best family life. Or maybe it’s because you’ve never felt that kind of love, but it gave you the greatest quality of being the best friend that I have ever seen.”

“She’s my only family, I need to protect her.” Toni said with a shrug. You could feel her pinky inching closer to yours and you didn’t hesitate to move it closer either. She wrapped her hand around yours, the fingers falling into place with one another.

You tilted your head to the side, “And what about me?”

“I like you Y/N. I always have. No matter who I had a silly little crush on or actually dated. It was always you.” she whispered.

She stared at you in anticipation and you nodded with a smile, “I like you too.”

“So what does this mean?” Toni asked, your faces growing closer by the second.

“We’ll play the long game,” you tucked her hair behind her ear, “We’ll go out and live our lives, date who we want. But at the end of the day I’ll know you’re out there and you’ll know I’m here. We’ll find our way back.”

She crashed her lips onto yours and it was everything you expected. Soft, gentle, and amazing. Then suddenly it all clicked, like this is where I am meant to be.

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tag list: @greysky22 @yourssincerelyj @hstoria @shalifoestilinski

[spvce-cowboy]

drivers license

francisco morales x f!reader - oneshot

rating: mature

3.1k words

warnings: drug/alcohol use, reader is a dealer, age gap, so much YEARNING!!!

summary: a surprise visit from an old friend

a/n: 100 follower celebration!! partially inspired by this post but also the fact that i have been sing-screaming “drivers license” for oh about four days straight now. thank you guys so so much for all the support so far ! 💕

**

A fist slamming against your front door wakes you from a dreamless sleep.

You push yourself off your mattress, blearily checking the time on your phone and cursing under your breath when you see that it’s almost 3am. You sit up all the way, blinking as you wait to see if what woke you up was something you’d imagined or if it were real.

It’s real. It starts again after a second, three sharp raps against the door, followed by some kind of muffled talking. Your heart rate picks up in your chest, you grab the baseball bat you have leaned against the wall as you reach your apartment door. Squeezing one eye shut, you look through the peephole.

The good thing is that it definitely isn’t the cops. You take a relieved breath, leaning away from the door.

The bad thing is that whoever is knocking is hunched on his knees, just outside of the peephole’s line of sight, so you have absolutely no idea who the fuck it is.

“Please open the door,” the man’s voice begs from the other side of the door. You’re about to yell at him to fuck off, but he interrupts you before you can even open your mouth. “Little flower, it’s me, please.”

The nickname makes your heart go to your throat. The bat in your hands falls to the floor.

You rub a hand over your eyes, huffing an exhale in a vague attempt to prevent your heart from ricocheting against your ribs. It doesn’t work. Because as soon as he says it, as soon as you realize who it is, it brings everything back with him.

A set of sturdy, tanned fingers cupped against the knuckles of your grandfather’s hand, the voice went low in a warm but respectful greeting. You didn’t realize how gnarled your old man’s hands had gotten until you had someone else’s to compare them to. You looked back down at the crumpled up dollar bills you’d just been handed, one of them still rolled. Turning to find your bag on the coatrack, you stuff the money in your back pocket.

“My little flower, this is a good one,” your grandfather told you with a small hum that signifies whatever he just said must be set in stone. You hear the sound of him heavily patting the hand cupped over his own in that way he does when he appreciates the presence of something. “He has a decent head on his shoulders, no?”

“Little flower?” You can hear the boyish smile in that all too familiar voice before you even turn back around. “That suits you well, I think. Florita. I like that.”

“Christ, Frankie, what are you doing here?” You rest your head against the doorframe, heart sinking in your chest. You don’t open the door, to protect him or yourself you don’t know.

“I need—”

“You’ve got a kid now, Frankie. I told you I’m not going to sell to you anymore.”

“Ever the moralist,” the bite to his words is so uncharacteristic you can’t help but flinch. He seems to realize this, too. His apology is nearly immediate. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. You’re right. I… It’s not…”

You swallow, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around yourself for some bare semblance of comfort. “Please go,” your voice is so quiet you’re not sure he can hear you through the layer of wood separating the two of you. “You’ll wake the neighbors.”

It’s quiet for a long time. Long enough that you nearly think he’s left. Long enough that you don’t know why you’re still standing at the door and not back in bed.

And Frankie says your name, voice cracking. Your actual name. It’s been so long since you’ve heard it come off his lips you can’t help sink into the door.

A held breath leaves you in a shuddering sigh. Your shaking hands open the door.

The man who spills onto the ground before you is a stranger, yet, heartbreakingly, just as he had been when you first met him. Messy hair, worn blue jeans, gray button-down stretching over the perfect expanse of his back. All that is missing this time around is that lazy smile, that easy, Hey, darling.

In a bar. Right when your grandfather started getting sick.

“Eighty,” you said without him having to continue his sentence beyond his syrupy greeting, eyes trained on the shelves of liquor in front of you instead of having to meet his gaze.

He copped an eighth, tucking the little baggie in a pocket on the inside of his jacket. You went back to your drink, angling your body away from him again and expecting him to return to his table of friends. But then the knuckles of his hand nudged the side of you elbow. He gestured to your beer, the neck of the bottle clasped between your thumb and the hook of your middle and index fingers.

“Lemme buy you your next one, yeah?” He had a hunched lean to his posture, in that way that men do when they want you to feel like you’re the only person in the room. You were mad that it worked. He extended a hand. “Frankie Morales.”

The truth of it was that the two of you became friends, after that. Nothing more. Regardless, it was too close for you to get to someone you dealt to, but you were so lonely at that point in your life—taking care of the old man by day, GED classes at night--that meeting Frankie was a small blessing. Nothing ever happened between you two but God you wish it did.

To describe what you felt towards him as a crush didn’t really cut it, but you were fine with friends. Being completely fair, he was definitely one to send mixed signals—Christ, your weekly tradition of driving to an overlook to split an order of fries and milkshakes on the hood of his truck just about screamed every romcom you were raised on. But despite the occasional prolonged touch, the hand he would place on the small of your back to move you out of the way or guide you forward, nothing happened.

You dealt with it. Tried to be supportive as possible when he met his girl. Frankie broke the news that she was pregnant. The two of you saw each other less and less frequently. Sometimes he would call to catch up. Eventually, you stopped answering when he did. Your grandfather died. You got into a local art school.

It was sad how quietly it all faded. You didn’t know it could, but it did.

And now here he is, literally crumpled at your feet.

Frankie messily pulls himself up off the ground and onto his knees. He reeks of booze and old cigarettes. You freeze as his hands wrap over your hips, as he presses his face into your stomach and murmurs an incoherent apology—for what, you’re not exactly sure.

And when you finally processing what’s happening, what you had begged the universe for years, you can’t help yourself. Your card your fingers through his hair, gritting your teeth and squeezing your eyes shut.

“Frankie,” it’s a warning. It’s a reminder. “You’re drunk. You need to go home. Your girlfriend--”

“She left a week ago,” he speaks into the fabric covering your belly. The words burst forwards as if not even he was expecting to say them. It’s a confession. His hands flex from where they hold onto you. “She’s gone.” Your heart drops to your gut, your chest aching. “I need… Just for the night I… Little flower, the house is so empty.”

You keep petting back his hair until his breathing quiets. He keeps holding onto you, even then. The two of you stay like that for a long time.

“Why don’t,” your voice comes out too shaky. Too unsure of itself. You clear your throat and try again. “Why don’t you take a shower, I’ll get you some water and we can sober you up a bit. Okay?”

He tilts his face up at you. It’s the first time you’ve seen him in well over a year.

And he hasn’t changed. It’s all there—the soft mess of shaggy hair, dark but kind eyes, the beloved hook of his nose.

One sun-sick evening, you rode your bike to the beach just to get out of the apartment. You need somewhere to sit and think for a while, just until your head feels more clear. There’s enough of a chill in the air that you have to throw on a jacket, it’s nice. It’s like you can feel the wind moving through you. Past you.

When you arrived at the beach, you got off your bike, leaning it against your hip as you scoped out a spot to sit in the sand. You were about to wheel it over to the rack when--

Someone pinched your elbow in greeting. Their steps were so quiet you didn’t even register their approach. It, obviously, startled you, and your hand immediately flew to the keychain in your back pocket. The knife you had attached to it.

When you turned, and it was Frankie’s familiar face, his hands raised in joking surrender.

In that light, with the sun still flirting with the horizon, it rendered his face into shapes and shadows you had only previously seen in the old oil paintings of long-dead greats. You thought it was in the deep bourbon of his eyes, soft when illuminated by a tangerine sky. It was him. All of him. Slightly breathless, hair ruffled by the wind.

“Hey, hey, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you,” he sounded genuinely apologetic. You released a relieved huff of air.

“Fucking Christ, Frankie. A little warning would be nice next time.”

“Did you bike the whole way here? From the apartment?” He asked, there was a tinge of concern to his voice.

You shrugged, trying to hide your embarrassment by lowering your kickstand with the heel of you boot. “It’s not that far.”

“Don’t you have a car?”

“Can’t drive,” you wrinkle your nose. “Never needed to.”

He looked you for a moment, if you didn’t know any better you’d say critically.

“I was just about to get something to eat, if you wanna join me,” he tucked his hands in his pockets as he spoke. “There’s this overlook nearby that has a way better view of all of this.” He motions to the ocean with the tilt of his head. “I can drive us there.”

You regarded him as he spoke, cautiously looking him up and down. And you nodded, smiling slightly. He smiled back, it was big and crooked. It made something in the pit of your belly feel warm.

You step away, holding out your hand to help him to his feet. He complies, stumbling slightly and rubbing his hand over his face as he does so. He disappears down the hall without having to ask where the bathroom is.

Sighing, you go back into your room, pulling out a shirt and a pair of oversized sweatpants for him to change into. You knock on the bathroom door on your way to the kitchen. The apartment’s walls are so thin you can hear the hiss of the shower from all the way down the hall.

“Come in,” Frankie’s voice barely rises above the sound.

You crack the door open, keeping your eyes trained to the floor as you place the folded clothes on the sink’s counter.

“Here’s something for you to change into,” you tell him. He thanks you, the shower turning off right as you close the door behind you. You walk back down the hall and into the living room, making two glasses of water before settling on your couch.

Once, after a night out, the two of you were too drunk and too broke to afford separate taxis home. He proposed going back to his house, split the cost, grab a cab for you once it wasn’t so late and the rates went down.

You agreed, as you did anytime he extended the offer to spend time there. There was something about the quiet, tucked-in nature of the suburbs that was so novel to you. So calming.

The two of you settled on the couch. Feeling bold, you lay your head in his lap and kicked your socked feet up on the opposite armrest as you describe to him the gallery opening you’d snuck into. How you successfully schmoozed to the owner as well as one of the artists.

He asked you if you had heard back from any of the scholarships you’d applied to. You hadn’t, but you’d only just submitted the applications, so it would be at least a few months wait.

You tell him your dreams of becoming an artist. A real one. He already knew that, but you really tell him this time, all the details you usually keep to yourself, too special to you to have the courage to voice aloud. The fantasy of moving out into the mountains, getting a cabin just big enough for a hotplate and a bed and a studio. You’ve lived and breathed LA for your entire life and you were tired of the city. Tired of every street corner baked with the memories of high school and the listless years that followed, of the small humiliations you had to succumb to in order to survive.

Frankie listened and nodded enthusiastically at all the right parts. It was only then that you realized his hands smoothed over the top of your scalp as you talked. You let it continue, it felt too nice not to.

He told you that you should, and if you needed help finding the money he could always--

You cut him off before he could finish the thought, shaking your head. Responsibilities came first, you had people who needed you. A degree to finish. Savings to maintain. You asked him about the new girl he’d been seeing and he eagerly launches into a story about a different, wild night out. You smile and laugh throughout the whole thing, trying to ignore the pang it gives you when he describes the dress she was wearing. He fingers continued to brush over the crown of your head as he talked.

You fell asleep there, on his lap. You woke up before the sun rose, hot and sweaty and still a little drunk from the vodka Redbulls that never agreed well with your heart.

It took you a second to realize you were in Frankie’s bed, alone. When you padded back into the living room, he was passed out on the couch, a throw blanket wrapped around his shoulders, using his arm as a pillow.

You left after helping yourself to a shower, texting him a sarcastic good luck with that hangover. You’re about to call a taxi home but something stopped you. You thought it might be the way the sun was barely breaking over the cusp of the smoggy horizon, the sky reduced to pale shades of violet with the coming dawn.

The quiet neighborhood Frankie lived in is all the more beautiful, like this. Subdued, empty, houses in winding but even rows that scale up the mountainside like sets of bad teeth. You decided to walk, just until the sun got a little brighter. Until the people started to shake themselves awake for a new day.

You got a text from him as you were making breakfast, back at your apartment by then. Thanks. Hope you slept well, little flower. Something about the small missive kept you smiling the whole day after.

You mess with your phone until Frankie returns.

“I’m sorry, for showing up like this,” Frankie says as he hovers over the living room’s threshold. The clothes you leant him fit well enough, only slightly oversized on his frame as opposed to how they generously drape off of you. He holds his towel in his hands, looking down at it instead of you.  “I honestly don’t have an excuse and you… you shouldn’t accept any. But I thought I should still tell you.”

You look at him for an extended beat, knowing he’s being honest. You’re at a genuine loss as to how to handle the situation.

“We can deal with it later,” you settle with that. It sounds good enough to you, and when he finally meets your eyes again he looks a little relieved. You nod you head towards the glass of water you placed on the coffee table, he takes your lead and settles on the opposite side of the couch, leaning over to take his own glass.

“So um… how are you?” He asks you earnestly, angling his body towards you.

“Okay,” you take a sip of water, trying to keep it casual. “Cleaning up my act a bit, you know? Going to school, picking up jobs here and there. Trying to figure out what I want to do. Oh! I uh… I learned how to drive--impressive I know.”

“The city flower herself, operating a vehicle?” His face breaks into a familiar, goofy smile you can’t help but reciprocate. “I’ll add every pedestrian in LA to my prayers.”

“You should,” you shake your head as you laugh, leaning into your corner of the couch and pulling your knees up to your chest. You finally relax, giving yourself the small allowance of settling into the comfort that inevitably comes with his presence.

And it really is just as easy as it always has been between the two of you. The conversation naturally ebbs and flows, neither of you bother to broach the heavier stuff. For now, just this it’s enough.

It’s enough to see the spark in his eyes when he tells you about his daughter, how bright she is, how much trouble she gets into—just like her dad. It’s enough to hear about his friends, all those names and backstories that you still vividly remember. It’s enough to bask in the feeling of how he leans into you with laughter, a hand lingering on your knee for seconds longer than it probably should have, as he always tends to do.

It’s enough to see him grin when you tell him about the scholarships you got, how weird it felt being the oldest person in all your classes, even if it was only by a handful of years. He doesn’t ask how your grandfather is, the living room being cleared of all the heart monitors and breathing machines is enough to answer that question. You’re grateful he doesn’t. You’re not sure you’d be able to keep a brave face if he did.

You don’t want time to pass. You want to stay here, with him, like this, in that perpetual state of catching up, in that breathless deluge that has the not-so-subtle undercurrent of this is what has happened since you left. I wish you would have been there. But I am so happy you are here now.

When you can no longer stifle your yawns, you stand to refill your glass of water, speaking on your walk over to the sink.

“I’d love to keep talking but I honestly don’t think I can keep my eyes open much longer,” you tell him as you turn the tap off. “I can make up the couch for you, if you’d like.”

When he doesn’t immediately respond, you turn to look back at him. He’s staring at you from where he is seated, eyes dark with something that isn’t just from the low light of the living room.

“What?” You ask after a few more seconds of him not responding. He looks away from you, shaking his head.

“Yeah, that would be great.”

Your eyes search his for a moment, positive that that was not at all what he was turning over in his head during those few seconds of silence. You’re too tired to press, so you gather a spare set of sheets for him. He stands when you come back into the living room, holding out his arms to take them from you. You wave him away, setting up the pull-out bed yourself. You’d grown up sleeping on this thing, tucking the fitted sheet into the corners was always tricky, and he didn’t know where the bolts of the couch’s frame would cut the shit out of his hands if he wasn’t careful.

Throwing a pillow down, you turn back to Frankie. He’s standing closer to you, now. You have to tilt your head up slightly to meet his eyes.

“All set,” you tell him. He nods, eyes searching your face for a moment. Your brow furrows. “Frankie, you’re being weird. Stop it.”

His chuckle breaks the tension.

“Sorry—I’ve been saying that a lot tonight, haven’t I?” He takes a deep breath. You’re smiling again, about to agree with him, and without warning his hand is comes up to cup the side of your face. You still, lips parted in an unasked question. “Thank you, little flower,” his voice goes rough again, as it had when you were speaking to each other through the door. “I really mean it.”

Frankie’s hand drops when you nod, lips pressed together. He sits back down on the pull-out. You wish him goodnight quietly and return to your room.

Leaving your bedroom door cracked open, you climb back into bed. With everything in you, you hope he’s still there when you wake. He will be.

[chaoticpete]

Matter of Time

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Part 4.0

Summary: What if you met what might possibly be the greatest guy in your life? Only one problem there’s a bit of a age gap. But what if something happens that gives you a chance to be with the guy you had a bit of a crush on? Will you take it?

Warnings: I’m so sorry, but no this is not the end

A/N: Lemmes just also thank you too an anon, lovely allicat ( @allegras-sunflower ) and The amazing @spideyspeaches for helping me with the messages and not even knowing it heh. Anyway enjoy!💖

First part

Second Part

You stand on the front steps of the school as students all around you walk into the building. It’s odd. The ones who disappeared really have no idea what to do. Everything is the same, yet different. New classmates along with old ones, new teachers, and the ones they did know, some look older.

You hear whispers as you walk over to your locker. Those who went to school with you the time would wave or give small smiles in your direction. Others would do the same, knowing what you lost in order for their families to gain them back. Others were more confused because last time they heard about the “Y/n Stark” you were winning the national science fair, and for them that was just two months ago.

“Y/n!” you turn to see Peter walking over to you, another boy by his side. “Peter!” you pull him into a hug. “How does it feel to be back with a new graduation class?” you ask going through your locker. “Weird. But the weirdest thing is that you’re in it.” he teases. “Oh, you must be Ned!” You say pulling Ned into a bit of a hug. “Oh my gosh, you’re really Y/n Stark.” Ned asks a bit starstruck.

Letting out a laugh, you look at Ned. “I am. And it’s nice to put an actual person to the name. Peter used to talk about you a lot when he would come over.” Ned looks over at Peter in shock. “You talked about me to Y/n Stark?! Before the blip?!” “Yes? I used to babysit her you know.” “More like I babysat you sometimes,” you say hinting at all the times he would mess something up in the labs.

“Well, well, well. So I guess it’s true. We have a Stark gracing us as a classmate.” A guy says walking up to your group. “Hey, Penis Parker! See you were lucky enough to come back so I can torture you for the rest of high school.”

“Flash, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that. We’re about to be senior soon. It’s old.” You raise your eyebrow and look over at the guy. “You’re Flash?” You ask giving him a quick once over.

“Yep! But you can think of me as your future boo.” He says winking at you. “Never in a billion lifetimes thought I would have a chance with a Stark.” “Uh, you don’t. So you can just step out.” “You’ll want me one day.” He said walking away with his group.

“Freaking weirdo.” You say as you watch him walk away. “Sup losers.” A pretty girl says as she walks to your little powwow. “And Y/n.” She says giving you a small smile and nod before looking neutral again. “Hi, Mj right?” She nods and you give a small wave feeling like she’s not really the hugging type.

Someone covers your eyes. “Guess who?” They say and you can hear the smile in their voice. “Someone I can’t stand?” You joke. “Ruuddee!” She says as you turn to look at her. “Hey, Harper.” You say pulling her into a hug. “Hey N/n,” she says pulling you close. “Sorry about your dad. He was my favorite out of all of my friend’s dads,” she says giving you a small smile.

“And you were his favorite friend I had...just don’t tell Ethan it’ll crush him. Anyway, I want you to meet some people,” you say as you grab her hand turning back to the group. “Harper these are some of my new friends. Peter, Ned, and MJ. They came back from the blip. Guys this is my best friend Harper.”

Harper smiles and gives them all a wave before her eyes land on Peter. “Hey Y/n isn’t he-” “ANYWAY gotta go to first period, see ya guys!” you practically yell before slamming your locker shut and grabbing Harper’s hand before you book it down the hallway.

The three friends watch as you disappear. “She seems cooler than you nerds, see ya,” Mj says walking away. “Is she always like that Ned asks a bit confused at what just happened.” “Not that I recall.” Peter response just as confused.

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[marvelslut16]

Almost lost him

Pairing: James ‘Rhodey’ Rhodes x Stark!reader 

Synopsis: Tony’s little sister had always had feelings for one James R. Rhodes. She’s kept it a secret for years, but will everything come out after he is injured during the fight against Cap?

word count: 2.4k+

Warnings: Brief cannon violence. Angst. Mentions paralysis. Swearing. Age gap. Also I have a specific age for the character mentioned. 

A/N: This has been sitting in my WIP’s for over a year because I loved it so much and I didn’t want to end it poorly lmao. I know no ones gonna read it since he isn’t a popular character, but oh well. I love this fic and I love Rhodey so that’s all that matters. 

Tony and (Y/N) Stark have saved the world from terrorists once again.

“Can you believe this title?” you laugh showing Rhodey the article on your phone. 

“I was there too,” he says gruffly. 

“You just aren’t special enough,” you tease, sticking your tongue out like you’re five and not thirty-six. 

“Not everyone’s lucky enough to be a Stark,” Tony, your annoying but lovable older brother, enters the compound’s kitchen.

Tony took you under his wing and raised you since your parents died. It was a lot for a twenty-one year old to handle, no one he knew had to take care of an eleven year old. Especially one with newly discovered powers. They weren’t much, but when emotions would get overwhelming you would have white colored beams come from your hands. This later helped Tony come up with the idea for the repulsors on his Iron Man suit, which you helped him build.

As the years passed, you got a better hold on your new found powers. The more you and Tony dug into your parents past, you started to think that your dad had either given you something when you were a baby or your mom was given something while pregnant to make you like this. Your Dad always called you special, but you never thought you were this special.

“Any progress with Steve?” you ask hopefully. You know how much Tony values his friendship with Cap, he just won’t admit it. Especially because he’s hurt. 

“No,” he grunts, but tries to brush it off like he doesn’t care. You and Rhodey give each other unamused looks, clearly not believing the bullshit Tony is trying to feed you.

“I think you should try to reach out to him again, you clearly miss him Tony,” you frown at the dark haired man in front of you.

“I agree with (Y/N/N),” Rhodey speaks up from behind you. He’s closer than you remember, and you shiver as you feel the little licks of his breath on your neck as he speaks. 

“You love birds can shut up now,” Tony rolls his eyes, he leaves the kitchen without anything. 

Heat immediately rushes to your face and you can’t look Rhodey in the eye as you stutter out an apology for Tony’s actions. You quickly leave the kitchen before he can respond, wanting to put distance between your blushing self and the man you had been in love with for years. 

-- 

You had hoped that the conversation in the kitchen would have convinced Tony to reach out and make amends with Steve and half of the Avengers. But things only continued to escalate, where it seemed a battle between friends was unavoidable. So that's how you ended up in Germany, with your newest recruit Spider-Man, facing off against the people you cared most about in this world.

“Rhodey!” you scream as you watch him plummet to the Earth. Time seems to slow to a near standstill and all you can do is watch, too far away from him to be able to help somehow. Your knees buckle and you hit the ground at the same time his body does. There's a scream that’s so loud it rattles the windows of the airport hanger, a scream you weren’t even aware left your own lips. 

Vision tries to approach you, but you let out a sound that's between a sob and a scream as he gets closer. You’re angry, and scared, you can feel a rush of something in your veins. You ball your hands in fists, bringing them to your chest as you curl into yourself. 

The sound of metal crunching together pulls you from your rocking back and forth on your knees. You see a white glow, one that you're extremely familiar with, dissipating from around two shipping containers, now crushed together where vision was hovering. If he had stayed solid, he would have been crushed. You’re shaking even more as you stare down at your hands, you had never been able to move objects before. You could have hurt somebody. You can’t dwell on it too long because Peter runs to your side, telling you that Rhodey had a heartbeat and help was on the way. 

It had felt like hours since Tony, Peter, and you had landed back down in the states. Dr. Cho was working with a spine specialist and a neurosurgeon to figure out the extent of the damage. After a while, they had updated you three, telling you that Rhodey broke his spine and they were taking him into surgery. Tony had left to go fiddle with one of his suits, his coping mechanism. He left the kid with you because he didn’t want you alone. 

“How did you two meet?” Peter breaks the silence.

“Hmm?” you look away from the painting in front of you for the first time since you sat in the waiting room chair, to look at the boy. 

“Mr. Rhodes, how did you two meet?” he clarifies. 

“That’s a long story,” your eyes glaze over as memories start to come flooding back.

“I have time,” Peter gives you a small smile, you can really see what Tony see’s in the kid. The kindness that his Aunt May has taught him is abundantly clear, you know he’s only asking for your benefit.

“He met Tony when they went to MIT together, he somehow found a way to put up with my brother's antics. I didn’t meet him until two years after Tony graduated, so I was eleven,” you let out a little laugh as you realize just how long the older man has been in your life, and in your heart. “He came to my parents funeral for support for Tony, but he became my support system. Everyone seemed to ignore me and go straight for the golden boy, but Tony became too overwhelmed quickly. He introduced me to Rhodey who was the first one, besides Tony of course, to ask me how I was. He ended up spending the entire wake and funeral with me, giving me support and effectively distracting me from my pain.”

You look over at the younger boy, who seems to be staring at you with fascination. He sees the pain on your face when you stop talking, reaching over he grabs your hand loosely. Testing the waters to see if you’ll pull away from affection like Tony has with him. You give him a thankful smile and hold his hand before continuing your story.

“He joined the military not long after that. At first I would send him care packages and letters so he didn’t feel alone when he was deployed. One day when I was writing a letter one of Tony’s flings came into the kitchen and called me a pathetic child because I was crushing on Tony’s friend after I explained what I was doing. He never got that letter, or any after that. We didn’t really talk much after that, if he came to visit Tony I’d be pleasant before locking myself in my room. I guess I was embarrassed over my school girl crush. Years passed, lots of years, before Tony went missing, James was the one that told me what happened. And in those following months he would rarely leave my side, he wanted to make sure I was okay. We were finally both adults, and we gained a real friendship.” 

“That sounds like more than a friendship,” Peter sends you an innocent look. You furrow your eyebrows at him in response, Rhodey definitely doesn’t like you back. “I’m just saying, if Liz was like that with me I would be ecstatic that she liked me back.”

“He sees me as a little sister, Peter,” your heart breaking a little more knowing that you’ll never be able to be with the man you’ve loved for years. Before Peter can refute you, Rhodey’s Neurosurgeon walks into the waiting room- some guy named Dr. Strange. 

“How is he?” you jump out of your seat, Peter quickly following suit, his hand falling from yours at the movement. 

“He’s out of surgery Miss. Stark,” his voice coming out as cocky and full of himself, like he’s overly proud that he did this surgery. “But the recovery will be the difficult part.”

“What happened? What’s still wrong? And when can I see him?” you’re shooting out questions faster than the surgeon can answer.

“I’m not at liberty to discuss that with you Miss. Stark, and you can’t see him until he’s out of the ICU,” the smug look is still on the surgeon's face, making you grow angrier with each word that leaves his mouth. 

“Excuse me?” Peter looks between you and the surgeon with wide curious eyes. 

“You aren’t family,” he states matter-of-factly. “Therefore I can’t tell you and you can’t see him.”

Your eye twitches in anger as your body starts to warm, your powers start to react to the strong emotion. You take a deep calming breath, keeping you from accidentally lashing out at the surgeon. 

“I suggest you rethink that answer,” you say deathly calm, Peter stares at you in awe as you talk back to the man. “And consider who paid for all of the new state-of-the-art Stark technology and equipment you have in this hospital. Things I’m sure that you used in that surgery, that I donated to this hospital through the outreach program that I created. Technology created by both me and my brother.”

“Is there a problem here?” a man’s voice comes from behind you, he sounds irritated that someone’s making a scene. You turn around to face the man, who is wearing a badge that says medical director on it. Perfect. His eyes widen as soon as he recognizes who you are. 

“Actually there is,” you frown. “My colleague, my friend. My favorite person after my brother really, he just had a pretty big surgery, but your surgeon here won’t tell me any details or let me go see him. So yes, we have a huge problem.”

“I’m so sorry Miss. Stark,” he exclaims. “Why don’t we go update you in private.” 

“Did I sound like a bitch?” you frown, whispering to Peter as the two of you follow the MD and the surgeon. He nods a little with a smirk adorning his face. 

“But it was awesome!” you grin at the young boy, remembering the excitement you felt when you saw Tony use his name to get what he wanted for the first time. 

“He’s paralyzed,” the surgeon throws the statement around like it isn’t a big deal as soon as the four of you enter a separate room. “From the waist down. There was nothing we could do.”

Your heart and your lungs seem to stop working at the same time. Peter discreetly uses his super strength to catch you as your legs give out at the surgeon's words. Tears start to pour down your face as you realize all of the things Rhodey will never be able to again. Like never being able to help defend his country again, or chase after you when you steal the last cookie that he wanted. 

You can’t help but feel guilty. If he had never met you and Tony he would be fine. He would still be able to do what he loves. He never would have been put in that situation. He’ll never be able to walk again. He won’t have the opportunity to dance at his wedding or chase his children around if he decided to have either of those. 

“I know it’s a lot Miss. Stark,” the MD’s voice is muffled. “But there was nothing we could have done-”

“When can I see him?” you cut the doctor off. 

“I could take you to him now,” he glares at the surgeon. “He won’t wake for at least a few more hours.”

“Peter, go call Tony and tell him the update,” you look at the young boy, he gives your hand a reassuring squeeze before heading back to the waiting room. 

The surgeon and the MD both ramble on about Rhodey’s condition but their voices sound muffled- like you’re underwater. You feel like you're suffocating in all the pain and grief you feel for the love of your life. He’s lying on the bed, oxygen tubing up his nose, at least ten wires connected to him, and the disgusting beep of his heart monitor reminds you how lucky you are that he’s still here with you. 

The two men quickly leave you with Rhodey, but not before the MD promises that he’ll be under constant supervision and he’ll receive the best treatments they offer. Not that you're shocked to hear that with the scene you cause in the waiting room. You grab Rhodey’s hand, careful to avoid yanking the IV in it, pulling his hand up to your mouth to give it a feather light kiss. Tears slip down your cheeks as you stare at his still body, you were so close to losing him today. 

The tears have stopped by the time Tony shows up close to an hour later, he had dropped Peter off at home before coming up to the hospital room. Your older brother looks as distressed as you feel, although he seems to be tryin to hide it more than you are. 

“How is he?” his voice is quieter than you imagined, like he’s afraid any louder will make you crumble. 

“Stable,” your voice is monotonous, and you refuse to tear your eye’s from Rhodey’s face as you respond to Tony. “About as good as he could be I guess.”

“How are you?” he cuts you off as you go to respond that you're fine. “And don’t bullshit me (Y/N/N), you’ve been in love with him since you were eleven. How are you feeling?”

You don’t respond, not with words at least. Instead you do crumble, letting out a quiet sob as you grip Tony’s hand that he was about to place on your shoulder. Tony runs his free hand through your hair and down your back, trying to soothe you like he used to when you would have nightmares after your parents deaths. 

“We almost lost him today Tony, I almost lost him-” another sob racks through your body. “And now he’s paralyzed. He can never walk again, can never defend his Country again. And for what? A disagreement between you and Steve? We could have lost him Tony for something so fucking stupid.”

Before Tony can respond, a muffled voice breaks through the tension in the room. The voice is gravely, but one you love so dearly, it’s Rhodey’s. “(Y/N)?”

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[chrisevansgoodgirl]

give it to me good, you know i won’t get sick.

summary: some smut in the car.

warnings: cheating, age gap, spanking, some light choking.

word count: about 5,750

pairing: andy barber  x reader

a/n: fun fact, i wasn’t even going to write this scene. i was just going to move on but then i started and it created itself really. not done with this but i don’t know where it’s going next.

part 1 x

Waiting for Andy felt like an eternity, yet you also felt like it was happening too soon, racing at you and you could do nothing to prepare. Not necessarily in the sense that you didn’t want this with him, but that you wanted to feel a little more grounded. This was impulsive and you felt exposed, more vulnerable than you had ever been. You wouldn’t have done it for any other guy, which was a problem because this guy was a married father.

But you couldn’t think like that, you couldn’t stop and actually consider your actions. The best-case scenario was that you would stop and run for the hills. However, you doubted that outcome since your body ached at the mere thought of walking away from this and denying yourself any time you could spend with Andy. The worst-case scenario was that you wouldn’t stop at all, that even if you paused to really think about all that could go wrong, that you still wouldn’t care, that you were simply that selfish.

Never, more than in that moment, were you thankful for the huge, old, ugly car your father had given you. You had folded down the back seats and now you were laying in the spacious back, staring at the ceiling of your car. If someone were to approach you, there would be little modesty left of the situation. You were waiting for someone with a dildo in your cunt. It was utterly black and white.

You heard Andy’s car pull up and propped up on your elbows. He watched you closely as he parked his car behind yours and got out. It should have been illegal how beautiful he was in a simple white t-shirt and jeans.

He glanced around carefully, ensuring that there wasn’t a soul around before he climbed into your car. He closed the hatchback door and sat off to the side, silently watching you.

You arched an eyebrow. Certainly, he didn’t expect you to make the first move. That sentiment must have been written clearly across your face because he smirked a little.

“Show me.” Even with his request, he was the one that folded your skirt up. But because you were his good girl, you spread your legs for him.

His eyes locked on the sight and he sighed. “God, baby doll, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Are you going to fuck me with it, daddy?”

Finally, his eyes met yours and that awestruck look was gone. Andy was in charge here and neither of you would have it any other way. That meant that it was time to put slip back into his place of comfort, his safe setting of immense restraint. “Where’s the towel?”

“Front seat.”

He hummed, one hand pressing to your bare calf and sliding up as he leaned forward. He moved so that he was almost hovering over you, dragging his hand up your thigh, your stomach, grazing your breast, and then cupping your jaw. “We need to establish some rules.”

You scoffed. “Why?”

“Why?” he echoed almost incredulously. “Because you evidently need some discipline.”

Discipline—such a bland word that suddenly became much sexier. “If you give me rules, I’m just going to break them.”

“Not these,” he asserted. “Here’s the deal. If you tell me to stop, I will, no questions asked, no explanations necessary. If you ever feel uncomfortable, if I’m hurting you, you need to let me know. Do you understand me?”

You didn’t voice your confusion, he looked unwilling to bargain over the concepts “uncomfortable” and “hurting” anyway. But honestly, what did he mean? The idea of him ever touching you and you wanting him to stop seemed extremely unlikely. He kept his eyes on your face, patiently waiting for your answer. It was clear that nothing would occur without your agreement. “Okay. I understand.”

He moved up and reached into the front. “I said to bring a towel, not twenty.”

You’d brought three, just in case. “I wanted to be prepared.”

He scoffed, looking back at you. “Cute, but I’m not fucking you here. Not the first time, at least.”

“Oh, because your office desk will be so much better? Or the couch? So classy.”

“Don’t worry about the future. You should be completely focused on the fact that you’re not going to be able to sit for the next two weeks.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, we’ll see.”

He arched an eyebrow, spreading one towel out at his side. “You trying to go for three?”

“Maybe longer,” you suggested. “I haven’t decided.”

He smiled a little, looked down to hide it. “Well, I’d pay your debt before you start adding onto it. You’re already in trouble for getting me here.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to be here, daddy?” you spoke in a small voice, a warning. If he wanted to physically hurt you, you were into that. If he was going to imply that this was not something he wanted, well, that would hurt your feelings. That looked much different and you were a lot less nice.

He looked at you sincerely. “No place I’d rather be, beautiful. But that doesn’t mean I don’t know how dangerous this is.”  He leaned over you again, pulling your thighs further apart. “Does it still hurt?”

“A little,” you admitted and laid back against the seat. “But not bad.”

He grabbed the base of the toy and pulled it out of you.

You bit down on your lip, watching his eyes as they stared right down at your pussy. It didn’t hurt as much since you were so humiliatingly wet, the noise of it echoing in the car.

“Open your mouth.”

You did so immediately.

He placed the head of the fake cock on your tongue and pushed it in until you brought a hand up to his forearm. He’d touched the back of your throat and you wanted to let him know. “Close your mouth.”

You wrapped your lips around it, sucking lightly as he took it back. Once more, centimeter by centimeter, he pressed it back in and kept going until your body arched and you choked on it.

As he moved between your legs, he left the toy resting in your mouth. He set his hands over your thighs, keeping you open, and then you felt his tongue press flat against your pussy. Any sound you made was muffled by what was in your mouth.

He dragged his tongue up and your hands frantically reached down to his head. When he touched your clit, you swore you saw stars. He abruptly sat up, taking your wrists in his hands and you were quickly confused. Smirking, he kissed both of your palms. “Sorry, baby, you did say one quick, little taste.”

Your eyes widened at him. What the hell did that mean?

He moved back off to the side and pulled the toy from your mouth. After he set it on the towel, he told you to sit up. Another towel was laid out where you had been laying. “Okay, lie down, turn over and let me see that ass.”

You eagerly laid back down on your front side now, pulling your skirt up for him.

One of his hands trailed over the curve of your ass and you shivered. “Oh, daddy…”

He leaned into the front seat again and grabbed the last towel. “Open your mouth.”

Trying to change Andy’s mind was an impossible thing, but you were a little nervous. You’d never been spanked before, you’d never been gagged before. You’d never been with him before. This was a lot that was new, but you did it anyway because you wanted to make him happy.

He shoved a portion of the towel into your mouth and then bundled it up so you could lay your head down, which you did. “Give me your hand.”

When you pressed your palm to his, he linked his fingers between yours. “Okay, squeeze my hand once. That means stop.” You tried it out, nodding after. “Now squeeze twice, that means keep going.” Once more, you tried it.

“You understand?”

You nodded.

“You ever need me to stop or slow down, squeeze my hand once, okay?”

You nodded.

He moved closer to you and lifted your hips so he could drape you over his lap.

You closed your eyes, rolling onto your forehead from your cheek. If you moved, even a little, there was pressure from his thigh that you could feel on your clit. So, you did, you circled your hips, whining every time you pressed down right.

He swatted your skin lightly, a test smack but it startled you into remaining still. There was barely even a lingering sting. “Stop that,” he warned. “That wasn’t too hard?”

You shook your head.

“Do you want harder?”

You nodded.

The next spank on the opposite cheek was just that and so much noisier. Your body jerked away from the impact, eyes snapping open and immediately filling with tears. That was the kind of burn you were looking for.

“That was okay?”

You nodded as fast as you could and squeezed his hand twice.

“Do you know why daddy is spanking you?” You didn’t respond, so he continued. “Because you were being a tease. You’re not going to do that again, are you?”

You shrugged your shoulders as best you could and the next second his hand came down on your ass. Your squeal was drowned out by the echo of the slap. Your skin where he had hit you felt prickly and hot.

“Are you going to tease again?”

Instead of being cute, you nodded. Yes, you would tease him any chance you got. Because he liked it, because it made him want you. Because you were a fucking brat.

He spanked you again and your eyes fluttered shut. Your skin already felt raw and sensitive, but you saw yourself begging for more for at least the next ten minutes.

He smacked you several more times in silence. You were whimpering and whining, writhing and sore, and a tad overwhelmed—but you were not the kind of person who would ever tap out—and he was simply there, calm, collected, and in total control.

The sensations, that you were unable to see his face, that you couldn’t talk and probably misbehave, that was why you were overwhelmed. It wasn’t because this wasn’t enjoyable, you’d merely never given yourself to someone this way. You knew you never would again, not unless it was for Andy.

When he noticed you were crying, he ran his palm over your aching ass. “You need me to stop?”

You squeezed his hand twice, without thought or hesitation. The idea of him stopping now, of him getting in his car and driving away, you couldn’t bear it. Maybe you should have asked him to stop, but the sooner that happened, the sooner he would be gone.

“Are you sure?”

You squeezed again, much harder this time.

He smacked you fast and then gripped that cheek in his hand. “You are soaking my pants right now, angel. You like getting your perfect little ass spanked by daddy?”

You nodded.

“What about your pussy? You want me to spank you there?”

Oh, god.

“Spread your legs wide if you do.”

Instantly, you were parting your thighs until your shin reached the side of the car, then you bent your knees and yanked your legs up as high as you could. You tried to brace yourself, you tried to tell yourself you knew how it was going to feel, you were wrong. As he smacked his hand flat against you, fingers curling under and hitting your clit, your body spasmed. The pain was immediate but ended quickly, only to be replaced with the painfully consuming desire for it to happen again.

Your hips jerked back, lifting off Andy’s lap, and your knees dug into the rough lining in the back of your car.

“Careful, princess,” he warned. He pressed you back down with a hand on your ass. He took that same hand and reached under to rub one of your knees. “You liked that?”

You nodded, moaning around the towel.

He extracted his hand from yours. “Open your mouth.” Once you had, he pulled the towel away. He yanked you up, turning you to face him. “You bring the other things I tell you?”

Lotion, you had set it under all the towels so your reckless driving wouldn’t throw it under the seat. The panties you had been wearing throughout the day before you had arrived home to find his gift, those were on the seat, too. The other little toy you had missed the first time in the box he sent you, a gorgeous baby pink plug with a gemstone heart at the end. The toy cleaner, of course.

“Yes.”

He leaned around the seat and returned with the lotion. “Come here.”

You crawled closer to him, trying to avoid your sensitive knees. You had scratched them up quite terribly.

He took one of your hands and lifted you onto your knees. He poured some lotion on his hand and reached around you to pull your skirt up with the opposite.

You fought the urge to squirm when you felt cold on your stinging skin.

“That feel better?”

“Yeah.”

He arched an eyebrow.

“It does,” you promised, “just hurts a little.”

“You want to use the plug another day?”

Hell no. You’d never experienced want like this. You’d never felt your body so greedy, so willing and ready to be filled as much as possible. It was a longing to be complete. “Doesn’t hurt that much.”

He scoffed. “You’re such a good little girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you agreed.

“Always ready for what daddy wants to give you.”

“Are you going to kiss your good little girl, daddy?”

He wrapped an arm around the small of your back and pulled you closer.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and settled your chest against his. “Please kiss me, daddy.”

His hand touched your face slowly, so softly, all to tuck some hair behind your ear. He pressed his palm to your cheek and leaned in.

At the risk of sounding uncaring of your autonomy and desires, you only wanted what Andy wanted you to have. Did you always wish for his hand around your neck, fingers in your mouth, cock in your pussy, even if he wasn’t currently handing you all of that wrapped in a huge bow? Yes. But would you ask for it? Not unless promoted. You wanted to be spoiled, showered in attention and his touch, but you did not want to have to ask for it. You expected it, so, as if you were some innocent, submissive, you waited for him with the patience of a saint.

That resolve shattered when his lips barely brushed yours. You were like a match that had been lit. You moved closer to straddle him and his hand draped down your back where he grabbed your ass over your tiny skirt. It soon became this filthy, open-mouthed exchange of oxygen and obscene, desperate sounds. You pulled at his top lip and he at your bottom in what was clearly a power struggle. One that he did not intend to lose, which you should have expected.

You sat down on his lap and only managed to roll your hips once before he had his hand tangled in your hair and yanked you back.

As he carefully laid you down, he was growling words into your neck between tiny kisses and bites. “This is why I can’t give you anything. You take and take like the greedy little brat that you are.”

He settled his torso between your thighs, forearms set on either side of your head. As his mouth sought yours out again, you brought both hands down and pressed them to his stomach. Even through his shirt, you could feel the muscle there, but you wanted more. When his tongue was moving in your mouth, you yanked his shirt up and touched him, humming in satisfaction at all the dips and hard skin you felt.

Your hips had only bucked once, your soaking pussy barely grazing his skin before he set his weight fully onto you and pinned you down completely. You had wanted him to kiss you, but you didn’t have the highest opinions of kissing in general. Up to that point of your life, it was solely to fill the time that it took you and whoever you were fucking to undress.

Andy was much different. He accused you of taking advantage of what he gave but he demanded. He didn’t ask, he saw you as his, his little girl, his possession. He kissed you and he made it count because this could end at any time. Someone could stumble along this scene right now and it would all fall apart.

He was the one who pulled away, kissing your chin, the tip of your nose, and one last parting peck on your lips. He traced your cheekbone with his fingers as he stared at you, considering his next move for a moment. “Get on my lap.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Once he was sitting back on the heels of his feet, you nearly lunged at him. Before you could get too close, he caught you by the waist and turned your back to him. When you sat down, he brushed a hand through your hair several times before grabbing a handful and yanking the back of your head onto his shoulder. Then, he draped your thighs around his and spread his legs to open your pussy for him.

He slowly rolled your skirt up and turned down. “You’re dripping, sweetheart.” He massaged the inside of your thigh with one hand for a few moments, watching your face as he did. When he smacked your pussy again, you cried out sharply, grabbing at his thighs for some balance.

“Daddy!” you whined. “Do it again, please.”

He did so twice, one directly after the other. To prevent you from moving away from him too much, he wrapped his free arm around your waist and held you down. He waited then, letting you settle against him fully before he slapped you again.

Your legs tried to snap shut but his thighs were in the way. You tried to fold forward but he had you pinned against him. You had nothing to do but wait there until the pain subsided, which only made it last longer.

Once he was sure you were able to stay seated on your own, he let you go to grab the dildo. You bit your lip, whimpering as he brought it close. He spread your legs wider as he pressed the toy inside you. In mere seconds, you were squirming and moaning, pleading over and over, mindlessly ‘daddy, please’.

He knew when to stop, when the toy was about to get too big for you. He left it settled inside you, then brought his fingers up to your clit. Your eyes shut sometime during the agonizingly slow, barely-there circles, but snapped open when he smacked your cunt once more.

“Daddy,” you gasped, fingers digging into his jeans. You felt yourself pulsing around the toy, and if you moved enough you could hear it shifting because you were dripping.

Again, his arm wrapped under your breasts to hold you right where you were, then he took his opposite hand and slapped you five times, so fast that you only had a chance to cry out twice before he was rubbing more circles into your clit. “You like having your cunt spanked?”

“Yes, daddy,” you sighed. It made even those simples touches that you were used to, a billion times better. You’d fucked a lot of fingers, Andy’s included, but you were extra sensitive this time. Your skin was shocked by the contrast in how gentle he was one moment to how rough he was the next. “Daddy, I think I’m gonna come.”

“Not yet, baby.” He pulled his fingers away from you to grab the toy. He slid it out almost completely before he shoved it back in.

You threw your head back onto his shoulder. “Fuck me faster, daddy, please.”

He picked up this steady pace that wasn’t too much for you. He made sure to mark the spot on the fake cock where you could simply not fit anymore, he had his finger set there and sometimes you would feel it brush against you as he thrust the toy back in. He was careful, controlled, and you were reckless and wanting.

He stopped when he suspected you were getting too close and his hand came down on your pussy. He scoffed at how audibly wet you were, bringing that hand up to your cheek so he could grab your face and turn you to look at him. “You’re really making me want to fuck you.”

You knew he was bluffing but the thought still made your cheeks flush. You could not wait for the day you finally felt him inside you. You wondered how he would look at you during, after, if he would worship you even more. That prospect was thrilling.

“Pull up your shirt.”

He only let you go so you could yank your top over your breasts, but then his arm was wrapped right back around you. You were immeasurably thankful you hadn’t wanted to put on a bra earlier.

He let go of your face to grab one of your hands and brought it up to your nipple. He made you squeeze it between your fingers until it was barely tolerable and told you to do it on your own with your other breast. He watched you the entire time, this gleam in his eyes, this amazement that no one else had ever looked at you with.

You were pinching both nipples, tugging on them like he told you to, when he smacked between your legs again. He continued spanking you, several more times all rougher than the last, until you were crying out loud enough that he worried someone might hear you from outside the car.

His fingers took to circling your clit again and you were instantly so close. “You’ve been such an angel for me. The second that I can, I’m going to fuck you so good.”

“Daddy,” you whined. Now he was teasing—when? When was he going to fuck you? Did he honestly think the two of you were going to hold out until summer? You would let him fuck you anywhere. Anywhere. His house, yours. His bed, yours. Even your parents’ fucking bed wasn’t off-limits if you needed it. There were no limits, you were both insane. Selfish. Awful. Toxic.

“I’ll fuck you all over the house,” he promised. “I want you on my desk. I’ll bend you over and teach you to behave when you get bratty. You want that, baby? “

You nodded. “Yes, daddy.”

He smacked you and you shuddered. You were reaching the end, these small slaps were starting to feel good enough that you were officially seeing stars and feeling that familiar built-up tension that always preceded an orgasm. “What else do you want, sweetheart?”

“I want to ride you in your chair.” He hit you again and you fell apart against him. Your body was spent, your pussy was screaming for a release. You had been under the impression that it couldn’t get worse when you were in your bed, his voice over the phone telling you not to come, to wait a second. You were wrong. That was blissful, agonizing hell.

“What else?” he pressed.

You were breathless, shaking and waiting for him to smack you again. Your hips were trying to inch forward to meet his fingers, but he wouldn’t allow it. “I want you to choke me with your cock.”

And then he rewarded you with another strike. This continued, a generous hit after every admission, until you were slurring and crying, tears rolling down your cheeks, sobs sounding every time his hand contacted your cunt.

You told him you wanted him to tie you up, to wrap his hand around your throat, you wanted him in complete control of you. You told him you wanted him to fuck you in the shower, then in front of the bathroom mirror. You told him you wanted to sit on his cock while he was working and hold him there inside you. You told him you wanted him to lay you down on the kitchen table and eat your pussy.

You were out of your mind with need by the time you stopped speaking intelligibly, you just needed him to make you come. You felt like you were on the edge of insanity, you would go mad if he didn’t give you something.

His hand come up from your waist and circled around your neck. “You want to come, baby girl?”

You nodded, choking out, “Please.”

He settled you on the floor of the car, off his lap but his legs still prevented yours from closing. He spread you wide, his knees digging into yours, and smacked your pussy harder than he had ever before. When you were about to scream, his hand tightened around your neck so much that it caught in your throat. “Fuck yourself with the toy.”

Mindless, your hand dove down, frantically using it to aid in your orgasm. Your body was exhausted, shaking within seconds, still trying to recover from everything he’d done to you, overwhelmed by your approaching finish. “Daddy…”

“You close?”

“Yes, please! Please, I need you to make me come, daddy!”

He took the toy from your hand and used both hands to pleasure you. One was carefully sliding the toy in enough that it would hit that spot inside you, while the other was slapping against your clit with enough force that you were screaming and crying because you simultaneously wanted it to stop right then but also keep going for the rest of your life.

“I want you to come really hard, okay? Can you do that for me, princess?”

You did just that. There was no other way to describe it. It was like you had snapped like you were a rubber band. You held onto him so tight that your fingers cramped, you screamed and sobbed for him, your body jerked and spasmed without your permission and only in response to him. For a moment, you felt as if you were not your own, it was a display of submission and you enjoyed every disgusting, pathetic second of it.

He fucked you through your finish with the toy and you were too high to care that it hurt a little. “You’re still so fucking tight.”

And you’d gotten tighter while you were coming but he seemed unwilling to be sensitive to that. You understood why. It was all about his control and how it was slipping. Come summer, he wanted to fuck you. This was all prep, he would make sure your cunt was capable of taking him by the time he finally had you back in his home. However, you wanted to savor this because it probably wouldn’t happen again. You suspected more phone sex, more video chatting, more toys. This in-person thing was too risky.

“But I’m really wet,” you pointed out.

He hummed.

“So, if you did wanna fuck me right now—”

He pinched your thigh and you yelped. “Don’t even start that.”

“Start what?” you asked, feigning innocence.

“Don’t start teasing. Otherwise, I’ll have to bend you over my knee again.”

You bit your lip to hide your smirk.

He removed the toy from your pussy, bringing it up solely so you could see the mess you’d made of it. He lowered it, letting the tip drag down your pussy until it was right at your asshole. “Ever been fucked here?”

You shook your head. Your boyfriend? No, never. You didn’t trust him to know what he was doing enough that you would have any good experiences. So, you always pretended to be wildly against the idea.

He let the tip of the toy press into your tight hole. You tried to keep from moving too much but as soon as you felt the head stretch your asshole, your back arched. He pulled it out completely and you elected not to tell him that hurt, especially not since he repeated it several times and you simply needed more. Painful or not, you liked it, but you weren’t sure how much you were supposed to like it. None of your friends seemed particularly fond of it so you’d always presumed it would be a sexual act you would perform if you liked your partner enough, you never expected to like any part of it.

After he set the toy aside, he let you rest against him as he reached into the front seat for the rest of the items you’d brought along. You were sated and exhausted and felt no need to do anything other than cling to him.

You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his chest. You had only touched a handful of times, but this didn’t feel weird or uncomfortable. You felt safe and you knew he would take pride in that. But maybe you needed to be the brakes, maybe you needed to make sure this didn’t cross an emotional line. Andy was so emotional, he seemed consumed by it sometimes, it made him such a great lawyer, father, husband at times. You wouldn’t change a thing, but you would be cautious where he was not.

After a few silent moments, he laid down with you. You were on his side, one of his thighs between yours, your arm draped over his stomach and your head on his shoulder. His hand started at your back, tracing small shapes into your skin over your shirt, then he reached into your hair and ran his fingers through it.

Your eyes fell shut when his opposite hand reached over and touched your thigh underneath your skirt. He massaged your skin up until he reached your pussy, then two of his fingers slipped into you. “Fuck, daddy!”

He kissed the top of your head. “Stay still, honey.” He slowly pulled those fingers out and brought them to your asshole. You shivered when you felt them. “You still want this?”

You nodded.

“We can do it another day.”

You shook your head. “I want it today.”

He pressed his first finger in and you gasped. He watched your face closely for any signs of discomfort that he didn’t think you would voice, still using the hand in your hair to keep you relaxed.

It felt weird for only a second. You were more cautious of your limits here, but you still wanted so much more of him. More fingers, his cock, anything you could possibly get from him.

He slowly and carefully moved his finger in and out of your ass until you shoved back toward his hand. He knew that was you asking for more, he gave you another finger.

You squirmed until you were comfortable, which only happened after your cunt had settled against his pants. As he pulled his fingers back, you would angle your hips forward to get stimulation for your clit. As he pushed in, you would press back to help him get in deeper.

Once he completely removed his fingers, you felt the plug pressing against your hole. “You sure you can take it?”

“Yes, daddy.”

He impatiently pushed it all the way in and your hand clutched at his chest. For a moment, there was not an ounce of pleasure to be found, only pain and the feeling of being unnaturally stretched. His hand came up to your face, touching your cheekbone as he whispered to you. “It’s okay, sweetheart, it’ll feel good in a second.”

He was right, of course. It hurriedly faded away and was replaced by the comforting sensation of being full.

He noted your fingers weren’t digging into his skin any longer. “How’s it feel?”

You nuzzled the side of your face against his shoulder, shifting your hips experimentally. You really liked it, but there was one thing missing. “I want to feel your fingers in my pussy, daddy.”

His hand shot down and once more, he roughly fucked two fingers into you.

You turned your face further toward him to stifle the sound you made. He began to curl his touch into that spot and your hips moved without any permission from your brain. You were nearly animalistic, focused solely on coming one more time.

You felt him press against the plug and a mere second later, it was vibrating. Your immediate response was to pull away from the abrupt movement, but it was locked tight in your body. “I think it’s too much, daddy.” Your eyes were crossing, you were losing your sense of direction and reality. Then, his thumb pressed firmly against your clit in these skilled, tiny circles and you knew you were so fucked.

“It’s not,” he insisted. “You can take it. My good girl can take it.”

He found you absolutely stunning. Your skin was flushed, your swollen lips parted as these shameless, wild, musical sounds filled the car. He’d never met someone like you, with a body that longed to be owned and fucked and ruined. It was his favorite thing about you, along with your unrelenting desire for him and your natural obedience and submission.

Your next orgasm was nothing short of harsh. All these sensations threw you off a cliff and into the ocean that was Andy. You completely bent to his will, anything he wanted was a wave that you were powerless to. You didn’t tell him to stop when your hips were jerking every direction due to overstimulation, you didn’t tell him to remove the plug or his fingers even though you were getting dizzy. You no longer felt that it was your place to tell him what to do. You’d handed your body over to him with the unspoken fact that you didn’t mind being possessed. You were undeniably, wholeheartedly his.

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CHAPTER EIGHT

“the midsummers night”

CHAPTER SEVEN

SERIES MASTERLIST

MY MASTERLIST

who is max belinsky?

concept boards for the new characters

a/n: oh god this is a long one. get some snacks and get ready! hope you enjoy :)

summary: Max Belinsky and JJ Maybank are the two troublemakers of Outer Banks. Going to parties, getting into trouble, having an attitude and being the two people you don’t mess with are the perfect ways to describe them. What would happen when the two people who seem to have trouble follow them around meet? One thing is fore sure, they didn’t expect this outcome.

“I can’t believe you’re leaving me.” Max said to her best friend, Sam, pretending to wipe a fake tear from her cheek. They were both on the porch of the Lester family. The three of them were preparing themselves for a trip to the main land.

“I’m going to be back two days from now.” Sam said after letting her backpack on the floor.

“I know. But with who else I’m going to make fun of the Kooks tonight?”

The midsummer. Another lame excuse for the Kooks to show how rich they were. Fancy dresses, expensive jewellery, and food that could feed the entire island for only the Kooks. It didn’t matter how fucked up the rest of the people in Outer Banks were, the midsummers would always be the most important thing for the rich people and their stupid need to do it.

“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to look for another date tonight.” Sam said with a half smile. “Are your parents going to come back tonight?”

Max nodded with a smile. “Yeah, I’m really excited. I haven’t seen them in a while.”

“I’m happy for you, Max.” Sam said before getting closer to her friend and giving her a little hug. “I wish I could stay and spend the night with your family, you know how much I love it. But mom insists that I have to be there when we visit my aunt.” She said and then her expression changed to a disgusted one. “I hope she doesn’t make me that hideous soup she does.”

“Sam! Let’s go!” Sam’s mom said when she walked through the door. She then looked at Max and a little smile appeared on her face. “Hi Max!”

“Hi Lila!” Max waved at her and then turned back to her best friend. “Alright, have a good trip. Don’t you dare forget about me or I’ll hunt you down and kill you.” Max said with an innocent smile.

“The worst thing is... is that I actually believe you’re capable of that.” She said before giving Max a last hug and walking to her family’s boat.

“JJ! Where the fuck are you!?” Max yelled once she entered The Chateau.

After saying goodbye to Sam, Max walked to the beach with her board next to her body because she had made the plan to go surfing with JJ just to prove a point: who was the better surfer. The competition was on. But when JJ didn’t show at the beach, Max got a sudden wave of concerned when the thought of maybe something happened to him, but a little anger appeared too, she didn’t like to be stood up.

The house was empty. No John B, JJ or any other Pogue smoking a blunt on the couch like they usually do. She walked to the kitchen and noticed some old beer bottles on the counter, but no sign of JJ.

The was no one in the bathroom since the door was fully opened and the light was turned off. John B’s room was also opened and no one was inside. JJ’s room was the only space left.

“JJ? Are you in there?” Max knocked the door twice and when he heard a male voice inside, she opened the door but not before closing her eyes. “You’re not naked are you?” She asked and JJ let out a little laugh.

“Open your eyes and found out, princess.” He said with a joking tone. Max opened her eyes to found JJ sitting on his bed with no shirt on and with a blunt between his fingers. “Wow, you didn’t even hesitate.” He said and Max just shrugged her shoulders.

“Nothing that I haven’t seen before. Where the fuck were you?”

“What do you me-” he was saying but when he understood, his eyes went wide open and he got up from his bed to walk towards Max. “Shit! I’m sorry, I totally forgot. Fuck.”

Max opened her mouth pretending to be offended. “You forgot about me?” She pointed at herself. “Bitch...” she said softly like it hurted her. But at the end of the day, she knew why he didn’t show up. “Admit it, you didn’t go because you know you can’t beat me.”

JJ quickly shook his head. “Nah, bullshit. I just spent the entire day talking to John B.” He walked back to his bed and rubbed his face frustrated with his left hand.

“Did something happened?” Max asked after seeing him let out a big sigh.

“No dude, just... he was so nervous about going to the midsummers. Sarah’s family invited him. I just helped him, he needed me, so...” Max nodded while walking to his bed to sit down next to him.

“What about Pope and Kie?”

“Kie is also invited and her mom is making her go. Pope has to work with his father. So, I guess I’m going to spend this lovely night alone, with my thoughts...” he shrugged his shoulders and that’s when an idea came into Max’s head.

“Hey... would you like to come to my house tonight?” As soon as those words came out of her mouth and JJ looked at her with a smile, she added. “My older brother likes to cook, and we have this special dinner on the midsummers night. You know, we don’t usually can afford having a big dinner so we decided to at least have one night where we can have as much food as we want and not feel guilty.” Max said with a smile.

“Really?” He asked. “That’s sounds fun.” JJ couldn’t remember the last time he had a family dinner, the thought of sitting in a table with parents and siblings was so far from what he knew.

“Yeah dude, I don’t think my parents are going to have a problem with that.” JJ furrowed his eyebrows when Max mentioned her parents. He had never seen them and Max never talked about them either, so when she said that with a smile on her face like it was nothing a lot of questions appeared on his mind.

“I’ll be there, then.” JJ said after couple of seconds in silence.

“Sweet.” She got up from his bed and walked to the door. “Be there around six. Don’t be late. And don’t stood me up again or I’ll cut your dick off.” She said with an innocent smile. JJ just let let out a little laugh at her craziness. But in the back of his head, he made the note to never stood her up again.

“Fred!” Max yelled once she entered her house. When she got no response she walked to the kitchen and a huge smile appeared on her face once she saw who was in front of her. “Dad!” She run towards him to gave her dad the biggest hug.

Ben Belinsky, with his passion for surfboards making and his funny personality there was no one who would not like him. His dark brown hair that would fall into his shoulders and his Hawaiian shirt, he gave Max the biggest smile while his arms were wrapped around his daughter’s body.

“I thought you were coming this afternoon!” Max said after breaking the hug.

“Well, we decided to give you and the boys a little surprise.” Ben said and on that moment, Fred walked into the kitchen.

“Almost everything is ready for tonight, dad.” Fred stood up next to Ben and it looked like they were twins, if you ignored the age gap. “Hi, Maggie.”

“Helloooo.” Max said with the biggest smile. “Hey, where’s mom?” She asked while looking around.

“She’s in the bathroom. She insisted she wanted to do it alone.” Ben said before helping Fred to put the plates on the kitchen table.

“Oh, since you are preparing that.” Max said pointing at the table. “You have to add another one.”

“Is Sam coming?” Fred asked but Max shook her head.

“No.”

“Then who?”

“Uhm.” For some reason telling her father and big brother that a guy was coming for dinner made Max nervous. He was just a friend! But her words weren’t coming out. She scratched the back of her head and looked down. “You know, this friend of mine was going to spend the night alone. So I figured... you know.”

“What friend?” Ben asked raising his left eyebrow expecting for her daughter to answer.

“Is it JJ?” Cody spoke behind Max.

“JJ?” Fred asked. Max turned around to see Cody and a little smile appeared on his face.

“Yeah, JJ Maybank. The guy that came here that night.”

“Cody.” Max said with a high pitch voice. “Shut the fuck up.” She whispered so only her little brother could hear.

“You had a boy over?” Ben asked and Max turned her head to her father.

“No, not like that. I mean, yes, he was here but-”

“I can assure you, nothing happened.” Fred interrupted Max. She gave him a little smile and Ben just nodded not fully convinced.

“Ok, but who’s this JJ Maybank?”

“Just a friend.” Max nodded.

“Alright.” Ben said. “Let’s just put another plate then, for this friend of yours.”

The walk to Max’s house was getting JJ’s nerves go to the top. He looked at the bag of chips he had on his hand and then looked up. He didn’t want to show up empty handed, so he went to the store to buy something but then stared at the shelves when the idea of buying a beer came to his mind, but soon erasing it since a teenager showing with alcohol wasn’t a really good first impression. So, a bag of chips was the other option JJ could afford and not look like an idiot.

He bit his lower lip when that familiar house appeared in front of him. That night came back to his memory and a little smile escaped his mouth. But when he got closer to the door, his nerves appeared again.

As soon as he knocked and Max opened the door with a smile on her face, he handed her the bag of chips. “I brought this, for your family.”

Max looked down at the bag and nodded confused. “Hi to you too, JJ.” She said. “Thanks. Come on in.” She stepped aside to let him in.

He looked around like he haven’t been in that same living room a couple of weeks ago. Fred walked into the living room and JJ locked eyes with him.

“It’s nice to finally meet the famous JJ Maybank.” He said while shaking hands with him.

“JJ!” Cody entered the living room to do the typical dude handshake with JJ.

“Why do I get the impression you’re so much more excited to see him than with me when I get home?” Max said.

“You’re not wrong.” Cody shrugged his shoulders and Max opened her mouth offended. JJ let out a little laugh and then turned her head to Max to give her a little wink.

“JJ, I’m Ben. Max’s dad.” Ben walked into the living room with a smile on his face. Max noticed the typical smile JJ had on his face went away, his expression changed into a more nervous one and he slowly and unsured walked to her father to shake his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Belinsky. And thank you, for inviting me.” Max furrowed her eyebrows. It’s like the confident and chaotic JJ was completely gone when Ben walked into the living room.

“Oh, please! Call me Ben, Mr. makes me feel super old.”

“Well, you’re not 30 dad.” Cody said and Ben turned to him.

“Thank you for that, Cody.” JJ and Max let out little laughs.

Ben gently grabbed JJ’s shoulder to walk him to the kitchen. “You better have an appetite, because this year my son has raised the expectation we had for him and the dinner.”

JJ and Ben walked into the kitchen followed by the Bilinsky siblings. That’s when JJ locked eyes with Gianna Belinsky, Max’s mom.

“Oh-” he said. His eyes went wide open at the image of one of the most famous surfers when he was a little kid was in front of him. Her long blonde hair was her main feature. He looked exactly like Max but with different color hair. The few people who would know Max as Gianna’s daughter would say that she got her attitude and rebelliousness from her mother. She had the same humour and temptation for getting into trouble, not giving a fuck about what people think and be the life of the party. Definitely like mother like daughter. But she grew up and gained a little bit of sweetness in here attitude. She was not a teenager anymore.

“Your mom is Gianna Riccardi, one of the best surfers to come out of Outer Banks?” JJ said after turning his head to Max.

She expected this reaction from JJ, it’s not like it was new from people to react at her mother like that, but it was not Max if she didn’t play along with it. So, she opened her eyes at the surprise and then turned to look at her mother, who had a smile on her face knowing what was coming.

“Are you?” Max asked pretending to be surprised. “What?! My whole childhood has been a lie?!”

“It was time for you to find out baby...” Gianna said playing along with a smile before turning her head to JJ. “It’s nice to meet you, JJ? Is it?”

“Yeah- Wow, sorry. I used to see you all the time on TV. You’re one of the reasons I love surfing so much.” He walked closer to Gianna to shake her hand since she wasn’t getting up. “I always wondered why you quit, it’s not-” he was saying but when Gianna moved backwards and the table wasn’t hiding her legs, JJ noticed the wheelchair she was sitting on. “Oh- I’m sorry.”

Gianna shook her head with a smile. “Don’t worry about it, I get that reaction a lot. It’s kinda fun to watch people’s face.”

“Remember that guy?” Cody asked. “He was so shook he didn’t know what to say and just walked away?”

They all let out laughs remembering the creepy guy. JJ looked around and a weird feeling appeared on his stomach. He didn’t know what it was, because he never got it before. Being surrounded by a family and enjoy anecdotes together wasn’t very familiar to him. He watched Fred slapping Cody’s hand when he tried to grabbed something from the table and he let out a little laugh. Ben went to help Gianna with her wheelchair while Max was getting the chairs in place. JJ stood there without knowing what to do, it’s like he was experiencing this for the first time and his brain was in idiot mode. Max walked closer to him and waved her hand in front of his face.

“Dude, did you saw a ghost or something? C’mon, sit down!” JJ nodded with a smile and sat down to the chair that Max pointed next to her.

“Talking about ghost-!” Cody said but Fred cut him off.

“We’re not going to talk about the supposed ghost you saw the other night. It was probably Max, you know she likes to walk around at night.”

“What? I don’t do that.” Max defended herself.

“Oh, yeah, you do.” Cody said before letting out a laugh.

“Unbelievable! My own brothers think I’m weird.” Max said and the turned her head to JJ. “JJ? Tell them I’m not that weird.”

JJ looked at her brothers and then back to Max. “You’re kinda crazy so I believe that.”

“Bullshit!” Max said lifting her hands into the air.

“Max, language.” Ben said. “But I don’t blame your brothers, you are your mother’s daughter.”

Max turned her head to Gianna who was looking at her husband surprised, but then turned to Max after letting out a sigh. “Men.” She said with a disappointing tone.

“Exactly.”

“But I’ve learnt over the past years that you don’t mess with the Belinsky women, so... y’all are amazing.” Ben said followed by Fred and Cody quickly nodding.

Everyone let out laughs and continued talking about the funny stories they had from the women on the family while JJ was enjoying the feeling he had in his stomach with a smile on his face.

“Ok, this is really good.” JJ said after taking a bite of the famous dessert Fred always did.

“It’s Fred speciality.” Gianna said with a proud smile.

“What’s in this?” JJ asked. He truly was enjoying that dessert like he never had a piece of chocolate before.

“Poison.” Max said innocently. JJ turned to her with a mouth full and she tried so hard to not let out a laugh.

“Max.” Fred said.

“Why do I believe her?” JJ asked and everyone laughed except for Max, who had a little smile on her face and shrugged her shoulders.

“Ok! who’s ready for the games?” Cody asked excited.

“Are you ready to lose again?” Max asked to her dad and Fred.

“We’re invencible!” Cody got up and walked next to her mom, to put his arm around her shoulders and flex his other one. Gianna let out a little smile.

“Well, this year we’re even. JJ can play with us.” Ben said and JJ nodded. “Are you good at charades?”

“I don’t know, but I really want to win so..”

“That’s the spirit!” Fred said. “Prepare to lose!”

They all walked to the living room but Max grabbed JJ by the arm to get closer to him. “You’re going down tonight, loser.”

“If that makes you feel better, princess.” He said with a smile and Max shook her head.

“Nope, your words are not going to annoy me. Not today. I always win.”

“We’ll see.”

“Oh! He’s the actor that I find really attractive!” Gianna said while pointing at the name Max had in front of her forehead.

“Mom! You literally think everyone is attractive when we watch movies!” Max complained.

“He has blue eyes!” Cody yelled and Max widen her eyes.

“Chris Pine!” Cody applauded. Max moved to the next one after checking the timer. “C’mon!” She said. If they win this round, they win the entire game.

“She’s from friends!”

“Courtney Cox!”

“Who says that on the first guess?! The other one!”

“Jennifer Aniston!” She moved the paper to the last card.

“Oh my god!” The timer was ticking the last ten seconds. JJ, Ben and Fred were holding each other’s hand with the hope they would lose. But when Cody saw the last name, he quickly got up and never said something so fast in his life.

“He’s the actor you like that I tell you it’s weird because he’s 40!”

“MATTHEY GRAY GUBLER!” Max yelled and then threw the paper on the floor.

Cody and Max walked closer to Gianna to give her a hug while Fred was covering his face with his hands, Ben was shaking his head and JJ was with a smile on his face while seeing the other team do a their celebration.

“We fucking won!” Max yelled excited and Cody went to Fred.

“You lose! You lose!” Fred grabbed the back of Cody’s neck and wrapped his arm around it. “Ouch!” Cody said when his face was on Fred’s armpit.

“Wait.. are we not going to talk about the fact that Max likes a guy that’s 40?” Fred said while Cody was trying to get out of his grip.

“Yeah... we don’t really need to talk about that.” Max shook her head while giving her mom a big hug.

Max went into a conversation about the actor she liked with her parents while Cody was still fighting against Fred. JJ looked around and the same feeling he had when he saw the family joking around appeared again. It was like he was watching a movie, something that was far away from him, something that he could only wished it would happen to him. Having a loving family. Enjoy every single moment they spent together. Joke around, have amazing stories about each other, fight but then say that you love each other seconds later. He wanted to be a part of that. But it seemed impossible for him, it was never going to happen. Not in his house and with the person he lived.

“I really want to see this Matthew.” Gianna said to Max and Ben turned her. “What? If he’s this good looking like Max is saying, I want to see him!”

“Alright, you have some 40 year old actress you would like to show me?” Ben said to Max and she face palmed herself at her parent’s game.

“Baby.” Gianna said. “You know no one compares to you. Besides, an actor who probably gets paid a million per movie and has a house bigger than the entire hospital, I definitely don’t want that. You’re the one for me.” Gianna said and Ben gave her a kiss on her cheek but then locked eyes with her.

“That was not sarcasm, right?” Max shook her head and then turned around to see her brothers still having a silly fight, she let out a tiny laugh but when she looked at JJ she furrowed her eyebrows confused. He was looking down while playing with the rings between his fingers.

“Dude, you ok?” She asked him after sitting down on the couch next to him.

“Yeah man, I’m alright.” Max didn’t believe him not even a little bit, so she turned her head to the door that lead to the little outdoors the house had.

“Would you like to go outside and have some fresh air?” He looked up at her and then nodded with a smile.

Ben followed her daughter and JJ with his eyes until they were out of his sight. Gianna touched his chest and then give him a warning look, which he responded with a sigh.

“Thank you for inviting me, I had a really good time.” JJ said once he stepped outside and they both walked closer to the fence at the end of the house. “Your family is awesome, dude.”

“Well, now you know where I got my coolness.” Max said with a proud smile. “And seriously, you don’t have to thank me, it was nice to win against you one more time.” A little laugh escaped her mouth but JJ just shook his head.

“And again. I’m guessing you’ll never let this go either?” Max quickly shook her head.

“Nope. But don’t beat yourself up, you’ll win someday.” She patted his shoulder comforting him.

“Oooh, when the day comes I won’t spend not even a single day without mention it. You just wait.”

“Alright, but I’m not gonna hold my breath.” Max shrugged her shoulders while JJ shook his head with a smile.

Max started to enjoy the sound of silence and the wind blow her face. JJ turned her head towards her and watched how she closed her eyes. Her hair was slightly moving and she started to make sound with her fingers against the fence. He noticed that she had a couple of freckles on her cheek and he wanted to count them. Some of them were more darker than others, and the ones that would go down her nose would me more visible because of the redness the sun gave her skin. He stared at her like it was a painting he wanted to know what It meant, what it was trying to say, a moving picture. He got the feeling that he could stare at it for hours until his eyes couldn’t be awake anymore.

But when he heard Gianna laugh coming from the house, questions appeared on his head. Max opened her eyes and then looked down.

“I’m guessing you have a lot of questions.” She said like she was reading his mind. She turned to him waiting for him to ask away, but he stood there in silence not knowing what to ask first, so she said for him. “My mom and dad moved to the main land a long time ago.” She started. “Not a lot of people know about this story.” She said softly. “Sam is my only friend who knows. Kie knows, but a little bit of the story since our parents were friends. And unfortunately, my ex knows too.” She took a deep breath.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” JJ said quickly.

“It’s alright, I kinda... want you to know. Don’t ask me why, because I have no clue.” She shook her head while JJ slowly nodded. “As you know, my mom... she was a professional surfer. She got the opportunity to go to a big championship at 20 years old. That’s when she met my dad. He was the one that did the surf boards for some of the contestants. Years went by, and they got married. But kept it a secret because my mom didn’t want her private life to be out there. Then, she got pregnant and Fred was born. Later, me. She was still going to competitions, with my dad, Fred and me on the side cheering her on. But it was all just a big secret she had. The little one of the family came and that’s when my mom decided to let the competitions go. We came back here to Outer Banks when I was 4. My dad opened a store called “The Water Breakers” and-”

“Wait, was that your dad?” JJ asked surprised. “My dad got my first surf board there, it’s one of my favourite memories.”

“Really?” Max said with a smile.

“Yeah, and I also remember that there was this little girl that was there all the time...” JJ was saying but when the vivid imagine appeared on his mind his eyes went wide open. “I had a little bit of a crush on her. I loved going on walks there because she was always with her skateboard playing around... and one day, I finally got the courage to give her a flower....”

Those words made Max opened a tiny box of memories she had on her mind. A little smile appeared on her face. “Oh my god... was that you?” She asked softly. “I can’t believe it!” They both let out a little laughs. “You had a crush on me? That’s embarrassing dude!”

“Oh my god.” JJ said before face palming himself. “Another thing you’re never going to let go!” Max let out a tiny laugh and then nodded. “So, you were saying...” JJ said to change the subject and forget the fact that he was talking to the first girl he ever had a crush on and just admit it to her.

“Yeah... right. Uhm, well, we spent a couple of years here. It was perfect, like a fucking normal family here in Outer Banks.... My mom always promised to take me to this beach she learnt how so surf. It was like a thing, when my big brother turned 12, she took him and it was my turn. I wanted it so bad. I remember thinking about it non stop, sharing that with my mom... one of the best surfers that came out of Outer Banks... wow.” She took a deep breath. “So, my birthday arrived and I couldn’t stop smiling. My mom was also very excited, sharing something she deeply loved with her kids? Yeah, she loved that... We got into the car and the next thing I know... I was at the hospital and my mom couldn’t walk anymore.” JJ looked down not knowing what to say. But then a sudden wave of needing to look back a Max made him look up at her. She was looking at the fence in front of her while biting her lower lip. He knew it was hard for her to talk about it, like it would for anyone. But this girl wasn’t anyone, it was Max Belinsky, and JJ wanted to admit it or not, he knew he had a different and special connection with her.

“Everything changed after that. Dad sold the store and all of that went to mom’s medical needs, but then he had to leave to the main land with mom because the doctors here couldn’t give my mom what she needed. I stayed here with my bothers trying to keep everything together and work my butt off to have a nice dinner. Fred wanted to go to college, but... it all went to shit.”

“What does your dad do there?” JJ asked softly.

“He works as a chef on the day and then as a bartender at night. They practically live on the hospital, because my mom can’t move a lot.” She shrugged her shoulders. “It was such a long time ago... but I still remember the day that I woke up at that hospital..”

“I’m so sorry, Max.” JJ said. She turned her head to him to give him a little smile. But JJ knew it was a little bit forced.

“It’s alright. We try to keep as positive as we possible can.” She said. “But enough of this sad story, this is a time to have a laugh. You know what we do with Sam-”

“Max! We need you!” Fred called from inside. She gave a little smile to JJ before walking inside.

JJ stood there processing every single word that came out of Max’s mouth. He could never imagine that someone like her would have a story like that. Someone that was always trying to make others laugh and making her every moment like the last one... now he understood. He was finally figuring out who Max Belinsky was. She wasn’t only the troublemaker, like everyone seemed to call her, she was way more than that.

“What’s up JJ?” JJ heard Ben behind him so he turned to him.

“Nothing much.” He said before letting his hands go inside his pockets.

“I hope you enjoyed dinner.” Ben said after getting close to him and standing next to the fence where JJ was.

“Oh yeah.” He quickly nodded. “I haven’t had something like that in a long time.”

“We like to have nights like this, you know? Since I don’t get to see my kids often.” Ben let out a sigh and then looked down. “Max is a special one. She reminds me so much of her mother when she was her age, looking for trouble, going to parties, and never failing on making others laugh.” They both let out little laughs. “How did you two meet?”

“Oh, uh..” the memory on the back of the police car appeared on his mind, telling her dad that they met on the way to the police station wasn’t the ideal option, so his mind started to look other options. “She’s friends with one of my friends.” He said and Ben nodded.

“Being my only daughter I always thought I had to protect her, but I truly know that she can take care of herself. She has proven that to me. But that can’t stop me.” JJ started to balance his body forward and backwards while listening to Ben’s words very carefully. “I will do anything to protect my little girl.”

“I get it- I mean I don’t- I don’t have a daughter” he added quickly. “I would love to have one with Max-I mean LIKE Max.. she’s so strong and has a really cool personality, you know?” He felt his heart beat faster. “She’s a really good... person.” On the inside JJ wanted to slap himself so hard and disappear, but when Ben let out a loud laugh his heart started to go back to his normal speed.

“All I’m saying, is that I’m not around all the time, and...” he looked down but then quickly went back to JJ. “please, take care of her.” “

JJ stood there in silence. Ben’s words were soft, he sounded like a true parent who cared deeply for his children. He hadn’t heard that tone in a long time.

“Sr. I will. I mean, as a friend, since... we’re just friends.” JJ added but then Ben let out a little smile and gently grabbed JJ’s shoulder.

“I know. But that’s the first thing I said when I met her mother-”

“Dad!” Max walked into the tiny backyard. “Mom needs you.” As soon as she saw her dad and JJ, she furrowed her eyebrows confused.

“Alright, see you inside.” Ben gave JJ a smile and then a wink. JJ let out a smile before Ben walked out of the backyard and Max got in front of him.

“What were you two talking about?”

“Huh? Oh, nothing. Surfing stuff.” He shrugged his shoulders with Ben’s words still on his mind.

“Alright...” Max said not fully convinced. “Let’s go inside, time for second dessert.”

“There’s a second dessert?!” JJ asked shockingly.

“Yeah! C’mon!”

“How can you eat that much?” He asked while they both walked inside the house.

“It’s my speciality, after being the one that reminds you of the embarrassing things you do.” JJ turned to Max while a giant smile was forming on her face. “You had a crush on me, you had a crush on me.” Max started singing while repeatedly touching his arm with her finger.

“Oh, I hate you Max Belinsky.” He said before turning around leaving Max behind. He said those words, but JJ knew that deep down, it was the exact opposite.

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A not-so-brief overview of my Skyrim Dova OCs bc i need to scream to the digital void about my ideas

Freyora Lind, more commonly known by her strange alias “Bjorne Icepick”

A Nord-eventually-turned-werewolf who orphaned during the Great War and taken in by a Dunmeri mercenary whose residence was in Windhelm’s Gray Quarter. Grew up in a cramped boarding house setting among desperate mercenaries of varying backgrounds. Many of them would all come and go, but there was always some sort of a familial bond between them all.

From a young age she got in a lot of fights against people who insulted her for living in the Gray Quarter among the dark elves. Eventually she took a fight too far and was jailed for murder around 14, but was broken out shortly after by a band of masked vampires. Turns out some of her mercenary comrades unwittingly caught vampirism during a contract to clear out a vampire den and had to skip town, but not before ensuring one of their own wasn’t left to rot.

Lived in Cyrodil for about 15 years, but returned to Skyrim pursuing rumors surrounding a cure to vampirism, as her adoptive father would be nearing the end of his elven lifespan and had wished to die a normal death.

Seeing as she was literally a fugitive, and her long-belated parents were somewhat renowned for their battlefield prowess, she took on a false identity. AND an act to match it.

She’ll eat raw meat, chase prey with swords instead of using a bow like a normal person, harp about irrational conspiracy theories, and more. Everyone’s foul reactions to her outlandish act are plainly hilarious to her and only encourage her to act even stranger.

The alias “Bjorne Icepick” was simply the most ridiculous name she could think of.

Not the most morally outstanding. Besides drunken brawling, she’ll steal from anyone who angers her, even if it’s things she literally won’t ever need such as all the goblets in a household. It’s the pettiness that counts. “Try drinking your damn high-end wine now, jackass.”

Calls Dwarven Automatons “Gundams.” Including she herself, no one knows what that means.

Joins the Companions out of homesickness and a desire to fill in a gap that leaving home left.

Hasn’t bothered curing herself of lycanthropy because her whole schtick is being incredibly resourceful, and that includes using any means of power necessary. Still doesn’t fancy Hircine’s Hunting Grounds as her desired afterlife, though.

As her journey goes on, however, her lightheartedly eccentric face starts to fall off as a number of events push her to begin to question the legitimacy of her actions up until that point.

Some of which include the eventual death of her adoptive father (and how she was indirectly responsible for it even if it was what he wanted), Delphine’s ultimatum, the civil war as a collective, learning the tragic history behind the Falmer and the original Companions’ role in it, and killing of Vyrthur (no matter how much he genuinely deserved it).

She grows disgusted by herself down to the core. She takes to skooma to cope, and starts to be plagued by serious skooma-induced side effects. She ends up shutting herself away from all her responsibilities and distancing herself from her friends.

Does she get better? Maybe. I haven’t thought up anything past this point lol

Moureneris Alta

A very, VERY ancient vampiric snow elf, (though it’s notable she was born a considerable amount of time after the razing of Sarthaal)

Survived many atrocities. Stayed in isolation with a band of vampires for countless years out of sheer disgust for the nature of the sapient races. (I’ll explain her full story some other time. It’s pretty complicated)

She was abducted from her isolated lifestyle by a certain person i’ll talk about later. She managed to free herself south of Skyrim, and uh, walks right into that Imperial ambush. The rest is history.

Super ignorant to modern society as a result of centuries of isolation. Exploited for comedic relief. (“What in the name of Oblivion is a Cyrodilic Empire? Are you messing with me? And please, how does levitation magic simply get outlawed by this hypothetical Empire? What are you to do when you fall down a crevice? Just... let yourself perish? How degrading.)

She reintegrated herself into society with vengeance in mind under the belief that all humans are savage bloodlusting murderers who had to answer for their treachery. (And she was royally angry there was no Dwemer left to spite, but partially satisfied at the same time). But she grows conflicted after being shown genuine kindness, even as early as being freed from her binds in Helgen.

Subsequently has a very muddled redemption arc. Queue Dragonborn hero stuff

She has impaired vision, but she cultivated detect life magic to aid her in daily life and combat (think Hyakkimaru from Dororo ‘19 and his soul detection or Toph Beifong from ATLA and her seismic sense). At her peak, she can detect life from about a kilometer away.

She can just barely read, but only if she holds the text incredibly close to her face, not to mention her Cyrodilic lessons were left unfinished after her abduction, making reading a very taxing process. Weary travelers are often spooked at the sight of a floating, ghastly looking elven woman with her nose pressed up against crossroad signs, and it has become somewhat of an urban legend.

Isn’t as nearly as skilled with detecting the dead and tenses up in burial crypts or around other vampires for that reason. Unfortunately, being the Dragonborn and all, she finds herself in a lot of crypts...

When questioned about her background due to her unique appearance: “Oh, yeah. My mother was one of those mer from the east. You know the ones. Dark elves, I think? And my father was one of those er, tall elv- no, sorry, HIGH elves. Yeah. They both died in a big fire or something though. It was horrible. I can’t get the noxious smell or the deafening screams out of my head. Good talk, but never ask me about that again.”

Queue sheltered old immortal antics: “Wow, you’re THAT old? Enlighten me on how it felt witnessing the fall of the Dwemer. Or perhaps the rise of Tiber Septim’s Empire. The Gates of Ob-“ “Oblivion if I know. I lived in someone’s basement for thousands of years. And I still don’t know what everyone means by Empire. You all are messing with me, aren’t you? That really annoys me.”

She ultimately returns to faith in Auri-El and makes it her life’s purpose to help the Betrayed find peace, as well as to seek out any remaining snow elf groups. Probably good friends with Gelebor or something.

Had a crush on Serana. We all know how THAT went. Damned temples.

Was originally gonna spiral into a much darker corruption arc (another ATLA comparison being Jet or Hama) but I just felt bad for her. Moureneris can have a little found peace. As a treat.

That’s her preliminary design made. I’ll need a mod to properly play her, because that right there was made by choosing Dunmer as her race. But I can’t do that. I’m on console, and while I got the Steam port a month ago, my PC’s stone age specs can’t handle Skyrim yet and I’ll need to wait until I can afford a better graphics card (thanks economic inflation)

Alexandre Armasi, jokingly nicknamed Alexandre the Curious

A complete and unapologetic export of my character from a dead and unfinished DND campaign. Except there are no Aasimar in Skyrim, so he’s half Altmer half Bosmer. And his initial last name was Armas but I thought Armasi suited his Skyrim counterpart more, as subtle a change it is.

He’s mainly Bosmer in appearance and constitution, save for his hair and eyes, which are more similar to that of his Altmeri father’s.

I can’t really export his original backstory though because the campaign wouldn’t translate well into TES lore at all.

He’s a writer who came wandering into Skyrim in search of inspiration. While he mainly writes dramatic fables, he wanted to divert his focus to crafting his own bestiary and herbal compendium surrounding Skyrim’s fauna and flora. The ones at home are simply too vague to him!

He’s very altruistic, wishing to spread cheer wherever he goes, through the art of song (even though he was a cleric in DND and not a bard. My bad.) However, many of his verses are just blatant self promotions of his published fables.

But he’s too naive for his own good. Dangerously so. In fact, he says what’s on his mind with little forethought, with little grasp on the consequences of his actions, which lands him in lots of trouble. “I don’t favor him myself, but you guys kill people over Talos worship? That’s not very cool. A bit scary, if you ask me.” or “A Stormcloak rebel? Didn’t your leader kill a bunch of Reachmen rebels years back, or so I’ve heard. By the divines that’s not a man I’d make a symbol of nonconformity.”

He’s also insatiably curious. The type to ACTUALLY shove alchemic ingredients in his mouth with no knowledge of their properties, experiment with dangerous rune spells, throw rocks at pressure plates, and more. Needless to say he’s very accident prone.

Doesn’t know common curse words. People exploit this for laughs. Think that episode of Spongebob.

Everyone is a little baffled that HE of all people is the prophesied Dragonborn of legend. This agonizingly imbecilic writer who has absentmindedly wandered into burial crypts, troll dens, bandit forts, and more, too busy juggling his manuscripts to pay attention to his surroundings.

His past doesn’t exactly reflect his outlook on life. His mother and father fought in the Great War aligned with the Imperials despite their elven background. Both managed to live to see the war’s conclusion, but his father vanished without a trace shortly after, and it seems his mother knows something she won’t tell him.

With plenty of exposure to bad influences, his innocence is slowly lost throughout the course of his journey, and his altruism begins to grow twisted. But nevertheless, he maintains his jovial, social persona, except this time with much darker undertones. Kinda like a creepy dentist or something.

Whoops. He winds up becoming a feared Dark Brotherhood assassin. (Haha get it “Innocence Lost”???) He somehow deluded himself into thinking that the life of an assassin was the right thing to do. But he’s a funky little guy so he gets a pass for his heinous crimes against society

[gumnut-logic]

The Tattoo (Part Ten, Bit 2 - The End)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four - Bit 1 | Bit 2 | Bit 3 | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven - Bit 1| Bit 2 | Part Eight - Bit 1 | Bit 2 | Part Nine | Part Ten - Bit 1 | Bit 2

Okay, I’ve been staring at this all day. I have no idea what I’ve written anymore so I’m just going to dump this here and run ::hugs::

For @vegetacide​ cos it is her fault. Many thanks to @tsarinatorment​ @vegetacide​ and @scribbles97​ for the read throughs, plot help and support. This was a bloody hard one to write. It started with Virgil, but Scott ate me alive. 2848 words, fic total 18,111 words.

I hope you enjoy whatever the result was.

-o-o-o-

“Son, sit down.” He waved him to a chair across from him.

A sigh. So, interview it was.

He loved his father. Would go to the ends of the solar system and beyond for him, but some things never changed. Jeff Tracy was a determined man.

At least Scott knew where he got it from.

He killed the coffee machine and made his way back to the table, this time taking up a seat that set his back to the shadow of Mateo.

Grey eyes latched onto him.

“I’m proud of you son.”

Blink.

His father reached over and took his hand.

Scott’s eyes widened. Dad had never been one for a great deal of physical contact, but that had changed since he came back. Scott stared at the scarred fingers holding his.

“Son, I…” His father swallowed. “I need to know your brother is okay.”

Scott frowned. “Virgil is okay, Dad. I promise.” It was what he had been saying all along.

A drawn out sigh. “I need to know if being part of International Rescue is in Virgil’s best interest.”

Eyes widening, Scott pulled back, his hand slipping from his father’s as his back straightened. “Dad, no.”

A held-up hand. “Hear me out.”

“Dad, this happened a long time ago. International Rescue is our lives, Virgil’s life. You can’t take it away from him.” A pause. “I won’t let you.”

Those old grey eyes latched on to him and his father’s lips thinned. “Is he on medication?”

“Dad, you need to speak to V-“

“Is he on medication?”

“Yes. It is handled and monitored. Virgil is fine, Dad!”

His father made a sorrowful sound that cut Scott to the quick, before burying his face in his hands. “I wish…” It was muffled, but Scott heard it. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here. If I had known…” But his voice drifted off and Scott was left staring at his father, his heart sinking more by the minute.

“We made it, Dad. We’re okay.”

His father’s head shot up. “How can you say that? Virgil is suffering from a mental illness exacerbated by his job. Yet you tell me he should keep doing that job despite what it is costing him.”

Voice quiet but firm. “It is his decision, Dad.”

“And what happens if it becomes too much? What if-“

“Dad! It is under control. Virgil is an adult. He knows what he is doing and yes, if something does go wrong, he has all of us. We back each other up. None of us are perfect. We work as a team.”

Grey eyes snapped at him. “What else don’t I know?”

Scott held back a snarl. “What else do you want to know? If you think I’m going to give you the lowdown on all my brother’s personal information, dream on, Dad.”

Those eyes didn’t falter. “Then what about you?”

“What about me? Have I had moments? Of course, I have. You know this job, Dad. It can be hell. And yes, there is a whisky stash in your desk. There always has been.” He returned that piercing glare with one of his own.

“I never claimed to be perfect, son.”

“And neither did we. Virgil’s mental health is his business. He prefers to keep it to himself. I’m aware of it. It is being managed. End of discussion.”

The steel in his father’s eyes did not vanish. “I only want what is best for my children.”

Scott’s lips thinned as he stood up. “We’re not children anymore.”

“I know that, son, but I’m still your parent.”

The tension in Scott’s shoulders only tightened. “Dad-“

“You know, I always remember Scotty being a bit of a clone of you, Dad, but up until now, I’d never really seen how much.”

A blink as Gordon slipped out of the darkness beside the stairs. He had his swimwear on and a towel thrown over his shoulder. His posture was casual, but Scott could see the tension in his shoulders. “Gordon-“

“Hey, Dad, welcome to the whacky world that is International Rescue, your local rescue organisation run by five brothers of questionable sanity. Here be the eldest, a strong, masculine heartbreaker who has an obsession complex that can drive the whole family out of the solar system. His back up and apparently medicated…” He glared at Scott. “…second in command, artist and sensitive type who takes on far too much and suffers for it. Coordinated by our communications guru who is so introverted he can’t go to parties without breaking a sweat. Not to mention our aquanaut who suffers from PSTD because his body was broken six ways to Sunday and yet still managed to survive. And finally, our kid brother who has yet to be traumatised enough to sport a mental illness, but give him time.” A sigh. “Honestly, Dad, what did you expect?”

“Gordon!”

“Scott, c’mon! Face it. It’s a hard job. We do it. Shit happens.”

Their father climbed to his feet. “Are you finished, son?”

Gordon glared at his father. “That depends.” His lips tightened. “Are you seriously considering pulling Virgil from IR?”

Scott flared. “That is not on the table.”

That earned him a brown-eyed glare. “Isn’t it? The fact you are questioning Virgil’s ability to do a job he has excelled at for years…” The glare returned to his father. “I just thought I’d let you know that if you do choose to do that, you can go find yourself another aquanaut. Because Virg goes? I’m going with him.”

“Virgil isn’t going anywhere!” The mere thought of losing any of his brothers… “Gordon, Dad just had some questions-“

“Yeah, questioning if the heart of this outfit was able to do his job.” Gordon rounded on his father again. “If you had seen what Virgil is capable of, you wouldn’t have any questions.”

“Gordon, for god’s sake!”

Their father held up a hand. “It’s fine, Scott. As you said, Gordon has a right to his opinion.” His voice was quiet enough to bring Gordon’s ire to a halt and the sudden gap in conversation let the sounds of the ocean in through the open doors. “But as your father, I have a right to my opinion also. I need information. Scott has been in command for those eight years, so I am asking him for a report.”

“On our brother.”

“On a staff member of International Rescue.” An indrawn breath. “And my son.”

“Then perhaps you should speak to your son.” Those brown eyes flared.

“I intend to.” Those grey eyes turned back to Scott. “However, I was hoping to put him through the least amount of stress by gathering enough information beforehand, in particular what instigated this issue.”

Scott straightened again. “I’m sorry, Dad. That is not my story to tell.”

“Even as Commander of International Rescue?”

Ever so quiet as his eyes held his father’s. “Even then.”

They were all interrupted by the whine of a not-quite-out-of-teenagerhood-despite-being-an-adult at the top of the stairs. “Oh, c’mon, John. I don’t need a warm milk.”

Smooth musical tones. “You had a nightmare, Alan. Warm milk is the best option for a quick return to sleep.”

“Really? Have you got a stash up on Five? Doesn’t that UHT milk taste vile?”

“It’s an acquired taste.”

“Blech!” His little brother caught sight of the three of them. “Wha-? What’s going on?”

Scott just felt sad as Alan and John took the last few steps into the room. But then John’s eyes had that wiser-than-you-know look about them and Scott’s shoulders knotted just that bit more.

Hiding anything from John was futile. And Alan?

John played for keeps.

As if subjected to an antibiotic for anger, Gordon’s stance changed immediately. “Woah, John, you got the squirt up before the sun? How did you manage that without the side effect of death?”

“He had a nightmare.” There was something in his brother’s eyes.

“John! Geez, it was only a bad dream. I’m not a little kid anymore!”

“One that had you screaming.”

“John!”

Scott stepped around the table. “You okay, Allie?”

“Oh, god, John. Now look what you did.”

The elder astronaut had a rather knowing smirk on his face.

Scott glared at him.

He put a hand on Alan’s shoulder anyway and squeezed gently.

His little brother growled at him. “I’m fine. It was time to get up anyway.”

“It’s before noon, Alan.”

“Shut up, Gordon.”

“Hey, I just have your teenage need for sleep at heart.”

“Shut up, Gordon.”

“That’s enough, you two.”

“He started it!”

“Alan.”

“Scccottttt…” It was pure whine and a strong sign that Gordon was probably right. Alan needed more sleep.

“You going to grab some warm milk?”

“Heck, no. That was John’s idea. I was just going to plug in some tunes, but he demanded I come down here. What are you guys doing anyway? Dad?”

Scott shot John with his eyes. This was worth a discussion later.

The smart ass just shrugged and smiled that smile of his.

“Dad?” Alan left Scott and hurried over to the table. “You okay?”

Scott spun to find their father reaching for his cane. Alan was there in a second and handed it to him. His little brother had an arm wrapped around his father and whether his help was wanted or not, he gave it.

“Are you okay, Alan?”

Alan rolled his eyes. “I’m fine, Dad. Johnny is just making a big thing out of nothing.”

As usual, the ‘Johnny’ moniker riled the astronaut. “You were calling Virgil’s name.”

The room froze.

Alan shot daggers at John from under his father’s arm. “Thanks a bunch.”

John tilted his head. “Well, you were.” He held up his hands. “Just trying to help.” But his eyes flickered to Scott.

He glared back. Yeah, right.

John’s small smirk just wound Scott up further.

But he would kill his middle brother later, right now, Alan was the concern. “You want to talk about it?”

“Nooo.”

“Is this about Virgil’s tattoo?” His father’s voice was quiet and a little sad.

“I’m fine, Dad. I’m eighteen. Not a kid anymore.” It wasn’t a ‘no’.

“Age has nothing to do with dreams, son. I have nightmares all the time. Even some about you.”

Alan shrunk back just a little. “Me?”

Their father nodded and Scott’s heart finished its plummet somewhere amongst the flagstones.

“About all of you. Sometimes you’re calling out to me and I can’t answer. Sometimes you’re hurting and I can’t help. Sometimes all of you are just gone.” He looked up at Scott. “In more ways than one. That I’ve lost you. That my one misstep cost us everything. Even now I find it hard to believe that all of you are here safe and sound.” His voice hitched on that last word and Scott knew the truth. Knew that they weren’t as sound as they could be.

“We’re here, Dad. All of us.” Alan was looking up at his father in that same way that eleven-year-old had looked up at Scott all those years ago. Eighteen years or not, his little brother still had faith.

“I know.” He tilted his head and caught Alan up in his arms, burying his face in his youngest’s hair. “It doesn’t stop the dreams, though, kiddo. I’m still scared.”

Scott swallowed hard.

“I’m sorry, Dad.” It was muffled against their father’s shirt.

“Not your fault. I just wanted you to realise that we all have bad dreams from time to time.”

“Heh, I know. Gordon walks and talks in his sleep.”

“Hey! I’m over that!”

Alan poked his head up. “Newsflash, bro. Virg had to lead you back to bed three nights ago. Found you by the pool at two am talking to your ‘coach’.”

“Aw, shit.”

“Language, son.”

Gordon ignored his father. “Why didn’t Virgil tell me?”

Scott was more concerned as to why Virgil hadn’t told him.

“Dunno. You’ll have to ask him.”

Gordon muttered to himself about locks and tying himself to the bed.

Dad looked at Scott. “How long has this been a problem?”

Yet another sigh. “Long term, Dad. Left over from the Olympics. Flares when he’s worried. Hasn’t happened for a while. We have strategies.”

“Are there any other issues I don’t know about?” It was asked of the room at large, but Scott knew it was aimed at him. He pressed his lips together.

“Plenty, but they are all managed and safe.” The familiar baritone echoed down the stairwell and Virgil, trailing Grandma, was the last brother to join them.

His dark eyes ranged over the family gathering, obviously making an assessment and drawing conclusions. “Did I miss a meeting?”

His brother’s arm was strapped up but he was otherwise shirtless. It was obviously a statement because Virgil never went shirtless…ever.

He looked tired and worn.

“Virg, what are you doing up?”

It was Grandma who answered. “He needed his medication and I thought he could do with something in his belly before he goes back to bed.” She stepped past her grandson and headed towards the kitchen.

A quick glance at Gordon and the aquanaut was moving. “Hey, Grandma, let me help you with that…” He followed her into the kitchen proper obviously vetoing any villa-burning-down attempts in the making.

Virgil took the last few steps onto the flagstones and eyeing all of them, made his way towards Scott, suspicion on his face. “Did you sleep at all last night?”

“Some.”

“Obviously not enough.”

He turned to their father. “Dad, you’re up a little early, too. Anything I can help you with?”

It was a blatant barb. It was obvious Virgil thought he was the topic of discussion and Scott didn’t blame him.

“Just finding my feet again, son.”

Virgil nodded once before turning to Alan who was still holding onto their Dad. “You okay, Allie?”

“He had a bad dream, Virg.” It was shouted from the kitchen.

“Gordon, I’m gonna kick your ass!”

“You and what army, squirt?”

“Gordon!” It was choral – Scott, Virgil, John, Dad and Grandma.

“That army, idiot!”

“Alan!” Same chorus, younger name.

“He started it.”

“He always starts it and you always fall for it.” Scott glared at his little brother. He really was too tired for this. “It’s early. Get yourself some food or drink and back to bed. I’m going for my run.” The early morning pre-dawn glow was now bright enough to see by and not kill himself. God, he needed some time alone.

The expression on his father’s face clearly showed the man wanted to talk further. “Dad, give it time, please?”

His father blinked, but didn’t say anything.

“Trust me.”

He straightened. “I trust you, Scott.”

“Thank you.”

Scott turned to Virgil. “And you, wear your uniform next time. Don’t think I didn’t notice, Thunderbird Two.” He threw a glare at his second for emphasis.

That brought his brother up short. “FAB.”

“And fix whatever caused the accident so it doesn’t happen again.”

“Uh.” Virgil appeared suddenly panicked.

“Virg? What did cause you to fall?”

His brother’s face fell and he slumped with a wince. “A bat startled me.”

“What?”

“Did I just hear that correctly?” Gordon was far too gleeful in the kitchen. “Did you get scared by a bat?!”

“Shut up, Gordon.” It was the chorus again.

The aquanaut might have said something more, but a small explosion on the stove had him yelping and hurrying to wipe milk off the walls.

“It was a bat, okay? It startled me, I stepped back and fell. Can we ignore that now, please?”

“I’ll speak to Brains about finding a bat deterrent to keep them off the ‘birds.” Scott was firm.

Virgil turned to him and there was nothing but gratitude in his eyes.

“And if I hear anyone bugging Virgil about this, they will be cleaning all six of Two’s modules with a toothbrush. Is that clear?”

There was a muttering of assent among his brothers.

Gordon had milk in his hair.

Scott turned to John. “You and I will be having words, Thunderbird Five.”

“What did I do?” The astronaut was innocence itself.

“Strong words, Thunderbird Five.” He glared even more for emphasis.

John shrugged. “FAB.”

Alan. His littlest brother was still holding their father and didn’t appear to be separating from him any time soon. “Allie, you want to talk. Any of us will listen, you know that. Dad included.”

The young astronaut looked at his feet. “I know, Scott. Thank you.”

“We all have bad times. We get through them together.” His eyes drifted up to his father. “We do this together.”

Those strong arms held Alan even tighter and his father gave him a single nod.

Scott took a step back and stared at his family, wishing briefly that Kayo was home and Penny, Parker and Brains were there as well, even if just to complete the picture.

“Grandma, I love you. Gordon, don’t burn the kitchen down.”

And with that, he turned towards the pool, ran out on the deck and into the beginnings of the day.

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FIN.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Acting Your Age: Three Months

Summary: Three months after the birth of their first child, the reader is having a hard time with all of the new and old stresses that come with it...

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 5,200ish

Warnings: language, slight flangst, age gap, implied smut

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“Well aren’t you adorable,” said Jensen to Reese, fast asleep in her car seat in the back of your car. “Yes you are. I missed-”

“Do not wake her up or I swear on my life you are never getting sex again,” you said, yanking the grocery bags out of the trunk. He stood up and frowned.

“I know my flight was late but-”

“But what?” you said, shutting the trunk, Reese waking up and starting to cry. You scrunched up your face and went inside with the bags, Jensen carrying Reese in her seat inside, unbuckling her after a moment as you started to put things away in the kitchen.

“Shh,” he cooed her, narrowing his eyes at you. “Mommy didn’t mean to be loud.”

You finished quickly and washed your hands before you went to your bedroom and shut the door. Jensen entered after a moment, Reese calmed down and asleep on his shoulder.

“What is going on with you?” he asked. “Are you sleep-deprived or something? We talked about this before the baby. We gotta talk and take turns when one of us is too tired.”

“Leave me alone. There’s milk in the fridge if she needs it,” you said. You quickly left the room and went outside, going to the patio by the pool and sitting up on the stone wall. You tucked your head between your knees and let out a shaky breath. It wasn’t long before you were crying hard, gripping your legs tight.

You weren’t sure how long it was before you felt Jensen sit behind you and wrap you up in his arms.

“Kiddo. Talk to me,” he said. “This is not normal for you.”

“You can’t leave Reese up there-”

“Gen came and took her for the afternoon,” he said. “Now what’s wrong?”

“I can’t even take care of my own daughter,” you cried. “I’m some stupid money hungry-”

“Whoa, whoa. Were you looking at internet comments again?” he asked.

“Some woman came up to me in the grocery store and she said some stuff,” you said.

“Did you tell her off?” he asked. “Please tell me you told her off.”

“No because she was right. I’m a horrible mother and…” you hiccuped. “You don’t love me and that’s okay. I know the baby-”

“You are incredible and wonderful and an amazing mother and wife and best friend. I’ve never loved anyone as much aside from Reese,” he said. You lifted your head up and let him spin you around, his palms wiping off your cheeks. “I want us to go talk to someone.”

“Jensen-”

“You’ve been a little off since Reese was born and it’s getting worse, not better. Can we please go talk to someone? Maybe it’s hormones or postpartum or maybe it’s something else. I miss my best friend and I’ve done a shitty job of taking care of her lately. Please, let me help you,” he said. “Don’t make me beg, kiddo.”

“Alright. I’ll go,” you said quietly. You rested your head against his chest and he ran his hand up and down your back. “Will you come?”

“Of course, honey. We’ll see if we can get you in somewhere this week to figure out how to get you feeling better again.”

“As far as the baby goes, that’s it?” asked Dr. Ash the next day. You nodded, his head doing the same for a moment. “Please feel free to consult a medical doctor as well but I don’t believe you have postpartum depression.”

“That’s a good thing, isn’t it?” you asked.

“Yes,” he said. Jensen slid his hand across the couch and held your hand. “I don’t think you have any kind of depression actually.”

“Is it seasonal? I know I can get seasonal sometimes in the winter,” said Jensen. You turned your head and stared at him.

“I didn’t know that,” you said.

“Well the first year we were together I didn’t get it, I don’t always, and last year with the baby coming soon, I didn’t even have time to think about it,” he said. “It’s definitely not a constant or a sure thing even. I wasn’t hiding it from you.”

“So what’s wrong with me,” you said quietly, looking back at Ash.

“There’s nothing wrong with you. My professional opinion is that you’re under stress as a new mother and any kind of thick skin you’d developed before to bullying isn’t there right now. You’re in a vulnerable state which is completely normal. Your personal situation however isn’t,” he said.

“I’m not following,” said Jensen. “I don’t bully my wife.”

“I didn’t say you did. However, these internet comments can be harmful if you give them that ability. The incident at the grocery store likely just worsened those feelings,” he said.

“The comments never bothered me before,” you said. Jensen squeezed your hand and he gave you a half-smile.

“They did at the beginning. I know it did. Maybe Ash has a point. Being a new mom is stressful. I know how stressful being a dad is for the first time. Add that to all the other crap we go through? The constant jabs for the age difference. The comments about you, about me, our careers, this, that, the other thing. Maybe it’s too much right now is all,” he said.

“So I’m weaker than I used to be,” you said, closing your eyes.

“I don’t think anyone is saying that,” said Ash. “Bullying mixed with the stress of being a new parent along with a physical confrontation...I think you’re going through a rough time right now is all.”

“How do I fix it?” you asked.

“Avoid social media,” he said and you rolled your eyes. “I’m serious.”

“I’m self-employed. I run my own design firm. I need to use social media,” you said.

“Fine but no looking at comments, either one of you. I also want you to get out of the habit of accepting this bullying behavior as normal. It’s not. These people are strangers. Don’t give them that power. Ignore it and stand up for yourself if it becomes necessary. You don’t deserve it. Do not listen to strangers either about your parenting choices. Your family will help you. Understand?”

“I understand,” you said, taking a deep breath before you looked at Jensen. “I know you love me. I’m sorry about yesterday.”

“I do love you, kiddo and don’t apologize. It was a bad day. We’ve survived them before,” he said. “Now that we have a better idea of what’s going on, let’s see if it helps, honey.”

“Reese,” you said the next afternoon, watching her giggle as she knocked her empty formula bottle on the floor, Jensen bending over and picking it up. “Are you misbehaving young lady?”

“She’s an Ackles. Of course she’s misbehaving,” he teased, picking her up out of her high chair and patting her back, a quiet burp leaving her. “Oh, hey. I talked to mom about the party this weekend. I told her we were thinking of skipping. We’re all pretty wiped.”

“Are you sure? It’s your family reunion. You guys only do it every five years,” you said as you cleaned up after dinner.

“I don’t need to see the whole gigantic ass family. We’ll see my actually family this year in a few weeks for Christmas. I can’t believe we agreed to host,” he chuckled.

“Well it did make it easier with my family being closer to home so they can come up too. Also, we can totally go to the reunion. It’s one Saturday and you’re done filming for the year and my last project wrapped up. We got the time,” you said. “Besides you know everyone wants to meet Reese.”

“I don’t want to share her with anybody but you,” he said, his voice high as he looked at Reese, a giggle escaping her again. “You just want mommy and daddy, huh?”

A little howl alerted you to Dean at his feet, wagging his tail.

“We couldn’t forget Dean,” said Jensen, Dean staring up at Reese. “I got guard duty, little guy. Why don’t you relax?”

He proceeded to follow Jensen around as he burped Reese, Jensen chuckling as he finally set her down in her basinet. Dean settled next to her on the floor and Jensen patted his head.

“Alright, alright. We can share, baby,” he said, Dean laying down and snoring quickly.

“They’re cute,” you said, a soft smile on your face as Jensen slid around behind you in the kitchen and wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“I love you,” he murmured against your skin.

“I love you,” you said. You turned your head back and he gave you a kiss. 

“Come to bed,” he said. You hummed and started to head over to the bassinet but he curled you back into his chest. “Not sleep. Bed.”

“Sex?” you blushed, Jensen smirking when he caught it. “We haven’t...since Reese was born…”

“I want to see my smoking hot wife in all her naked glory,” he said. You stared at him and burst out laughing, Jensen pouting and grabbing your hips gently. “Oh, you think I’m joking?”

“I think you’re a master of seduction,” you teased, laughing a little. “If you need to get off, I’m happy to oblige but we don’t need to have sex to do that.”

“Oh, we definitely need to have sex. See, I need to tell you how beautiful you are, make you see how gorgeous you are,” he said, brushing his lips over your ear, a shiver running up your spine. “Remember when we had sex on your brother’s couch? How much fun that was? We were both nervous then but we did it.”

“You want to have sex on our couch?” you chuckled.

“I want to see that cocky, flirty girl that put me in my place because she was nervous. The girl I thought was so pretty, the girl who looked at me like I was something to be devoured. Honey, I want to devour you. God, I want to devour you so bad. You are perfect,” he said.

“...So no sex on the couch?” you asked, smirking at him.

“Are you toying with me, Y/N?” he asked, his eyes already a few shades darker.

“Why ever would I do that,” you teased, walking past him and smacking his ass. “You’re so on bottom.”

“I got it,” said Jensen on Saturday morning as he pulled on the diaper bag backpack and grabbed your other one from the trunk. You carried Reese on your hip up to Jensen’s parents house, walking inside and immediately finding his dad standing there.

“There she is!” he said, taking Reese out of your hands. “You’re so cute!”

“Well isn’t that adorable,” teased Jensen.

“You’re grounded.”

“I’m an adult! Who no longer lives here,” said Jensen. “I made the literal baby you are holding.”

“To be fair you could have done that once you hit puberty,” he said. Jensen stared at him and you bit back your smile. “Got her.”

“You two together are horrible,” he said, shaking his head as he headed for the kitchen.

“She sleeping through the night?” asked his dad.

“Mostly,” you said, rubbing your eyes. “Sometimes. When she feels like it.”

“Go rest, kiddo,” he said, running his hand over the top of your head. “You look tired.”

“She’s due to be fed and-”

“And I raised three of my own and have other grandchildren. Go on. Take Jensen with you. Have a nap, that’s an order,” he said as he gave you a side hug.

“Thanks, Alan,” you said, returning it with a smile. You moved to head upstairs when he caught your hand.

“You okay?” he asked. You stared at him and saw Jensen return sans the baby bags, looking between you. 

“You tell your dad?” you asked.

“I was worried. I thought it was baby stuff I didn’t understand at first,” he said. 

“It’s okay,” you said. “I’m a little stressed right now and should avoid the internet’s comments about what kind of mother I am is all.”

“Well the first kid is the hardest,” he said, wrapping his arms around Reese. “I know you two keep those kinds of other things away from us but I know not everyone’s been as kind to Y/N as they should be. Try to ignore them, sweetie. You two are miles ahead of where we were at your age,” he said.

“My age or hers?” asked Jensen.

“It’s an expression, Jay. Call us up more often. We’ll come down to help out,” he said. “You especially when Jensen’s out of town.”

“We know. We’ll ask for help more,” you said, grabbing Jensen’s hand. “Let’s take a quick nap, babe.”

He followed you upstairs to his old room, the two of you plopping down on the bed with a sigh.

“God, this feels good,” he moaned.

“Sleep is the new sexy,” you teased, Jensen peeling open his eyes. “Wasn’t that some kind of promo thing when Supernatural first came out?”

“Scary is the new sexy,” he chuckled. “Oh, how young and naive I was.”

“You were my age!” you said.

“Well, girls mature faster,” he teased, curling his arm over your waist. “Enjoy being young and naive before you turn into this.”

“Before I age like the finest freaking wine there ever was?” you said, dancing a finger over his chest. “You think I’m naive?”

“No, kiddo. I was teasing. I mean maybe...maybe you still see the best in people and have hope for people even when odds are they’ll end up letting you down. Life hasn’t taken that from you yet. I don’t call that naive. Some people might but I don’t. I just call it good.”

“I’m pretty sure what you described is naive, Jens,” you said, tracing your finger over his pecs and drawing shapes. He took your hand and pressed it over his heart.

“If you’re naive then I’m a love struck teenage boy who is head over heels in love with the gorgeous woman laying in his childhood bed with him,” he said.

“None of that sentence made sense,” you said.

“I’m saying, be who you are, who you want to be. I remember the sad girl by the pool and I’m sure you remember the sad boy. What’d I tell you that night?”

“I should be myself,” you said quietly. You gripped his shirt tight and scooted closer. “I know you weren’t exactly happy back then either. I know you pretended a lot to the outside world but Jared and Gen knew how you really felt.”

“You get to be a certain age and you feel like you screwed up, that you ran out of time. Then some dork walks into your life and shows you how wrong you are,” he said, kissing your nose.

“Jensen. I know you focus on me a lot and I appreciate that, I do. But-“

“You do that for me too, kiddo,” he said.

“It doesn’t feel like it.”

“I don’t little spoon for just anyone,” he teased, bumping his nose against yours. “I know I’m still shut off sometimes. I think it’s just how I’m built. But after Reese, something changed and I don’t feel like doing that anymore. I love my girls and I hope they know it.”

“We know it,” you said, scooting closer. “We love you too.”

You pressed your lips against his, sliding your hand to the back of his head, rubbing your fingers through his short strands.

“You are so unbelievably attractive,” you said, his hand sliding to your hip and pushing your sweatshirt up some.

“I never made it past first base in high school,” he said.

“Me either,” you said. “You were out in LA when you finally did it right?”

“Mhm. You had that lovely boyfriend that cheated with your roommate, right?” he said.

“God, he was such a douche. Both of them were,” you said. “No talking about shitty exes.”

“What do you want to talk about?” he asked, kissing your jawline.

“What would teenage you do if he had me in this position right here, right now?” you asked.

“Oh, I definitely wouldn’t have had the guts to do what I’m about to do,” he chuckled. “Especially when my parents are home.”

“Think you’re getting past first base?” you asked as you sat up. He went with you, glancing past you to the door. He put on a cocky smile and stood, going to it and cracking it open a little. He walked back over and lay over you, nipping at your neck. “Jensen. Oh my God. Your parents are gonna hear us!”

“My parents are downstairs and we have the next twenty minutes completely to ourselves,” he said. “Come on. I dare you.”

“Yup. Definitely still randier than a teenage boy,” you giggled as he brushed his lips over yours. 

“Shh. We are so not gonna wanna get caught doing this.”

“Hey mom, you need help with anything?” asked Jensen when you both went back downstairs half an hour later.

“No. Your brother came over early to help out,” she said, Josh and his dad cutting in through the back door. 

“Hello, Jensen,” he smirked as he walked past and towards the kitchen. 

“Oh don’t be smug,” said their dad. You tilted your head while Jensen swallowed. “The table?”

“Yes. The table,” said Jensen, leaning over to you. “I have zero idea what’s going on.”

“Yeah, Jensen. The table. I can believe you put it back in the garage so poorly after Easter,” said Josh. “It took us forever to get out.”

“Right,” said Jensen, his dad going over to Reese again to play with her. Josh smiled as he wandered over, getting in close.

“If you two are going to do the horizontal tango, shut the door. I saved your asses. Twice,” mumbled Josh.

“We even for the hockey stick incident now?” asked Jensen.

“Nah. You can still hold that one over me,” he smirked. “Been there before is all.”

“You?” mumbled Jensen and he nodded. “No way. You’re more goodie two shoes than I am.”

“What’s the big secret?” asked his dad as walked over and he handed Reese over to you. 

“Nothing,” you all said at once, glancing at one another.

“Mhm. You two fighting again?” he asked, looking at you and Josh.

“Dad,” said Josh, frowning at him. “No. Y/N and I worked that out a long time ago.”

“Alright, alright. Just a concerned father but you know, whatever,” he said. “Now you two boys help me finish setting up the backyard before the rest of the nutjobs get here.”

“You know, having a baby is a great way to get away from these crazies,” said Jensen a few hours later. You slapped his arm as you carried Reese up to his old room. You set her down in her pack and play Jensen had brought in, Jensen running a hand over her head. “The monitor on?” 

“Mhm,” you said, handing him the other device. “You want me to get it?”

“Nah. You were up with her last night,” he said. You pulled the door shut some after yourselves, Jensen throwing his arm over your shoulders as you headed back to the party. “Let’s make another one.”

“Two? I thought you only wanted the one,” you said.

“Yeah but you wanted three and I’d like Reese to have a little sibling she could look out for and making babies with you is so much fun,” he said, stopping at the bottom of the stairs. “It is so much fun.”

“Let’s revisit this when she’s a year old. How’s that sound?” you asked.

“Good to me,” he said. He grabbed a pair of beers from your cooler and soon you were out in the backyard again being introduced to people Jensen couldn’t even remember sometimes.

“Jens, Kenzie,” said Jensen’s mom when you were talking to some of her cousins. Jensen and his sister spun around. “Can you help in the kitchen a minute?”

You turned to go with them but she waved you off.

“I only need two pairs of hands,” she said as she headed back inside.

“So do you act with Jensen?” asked the guy you’d been standing with, Bob. At least you thought his name was Bob.

“No, no. I’m an interior designer. I wouldn’t be caught dead in front of a camera,” you said. “I do a few things with the brewery and bed & breakfast too. But definitely no acting.”

“How’d you guys meet?” he asked.

“My brother was Jensen’s costar on their show. We met at a family party after the show was over and all that. We became friends and hit it off,” you said.

“But you knew about him,” he said. “I mean, that he existed.”

“I guess. I wasn’t close with my family back then. I’m the young one. I’ve never even seen the show,” you said. “I just knew he worked with my brother and was one of his best friends.”

“I’m guessing there was no pre-nup,” he said.

“No, there wasn’t, not that it’s anyone’s business,” you said. He looked you up and down while you narrowed your eyes. You almost said more when another one of the cousins came over.

“Hey, it’s the preschooler,” he chuckled.

“Excuse me?” you said.

“Wow. Everyone knows what you’re up to kid. No need to get defensive,” said Vince.

“What exactly am I up to?” you said, lifting your chin.

“Sleeping with him for that gravy train,” he said. “The kid was a good move. That’ll keep him for years at-“

You nearly slapped him when Josh was suddenly at your side and grabbing your arm.

“Inside,” he said. You looked up at him and saw his face change. He dropped your hand and spun around. “Leave. Now.”

“Leave? We just got here,” said Bob.

“Yeah and that’s my little sister you’re talking about. You know what you’re saying about Jensen too when you say those things?” he said. “Do you?”

“You mean the little celebrity?” laughed Vince. “You’ve seen your brother. Seriously. He started out doing the same thing.”

“Josh,” you said, grabbing his arm when his face went red. You almost had him walked away when you heard one more comment that made your skin crawl. You spun around, coming face to face with your father in law, the backyard silent.

“You two in the house now,” he said, a strange calmness to him.

You swallowed. You’d never heard him like that before and quickly went inside with Josh, avoiding the looks you’d gotten and slipping into the kitchen.

“What is going on?” asked Jensen when he saw you. You closed your eyes and Josh sighed.

“Some of mom’s cousins-“ started Josh but you shook your head. You didn’t want Jensen ever hearing what they said. “They said some not so nice stuff about you and Y/N.”

“What kind of stuff,” he said, looking at you. “Y/N.”

“It doesn’t matter,” you said, Jensen looking past you out at the backyard. “Josh stood up for me and your dad’s telling them off. Don’t-”

“The internet and strangers are one thing but people fucking related to us?” he said, his mom tsking him. “No mom. This is fucking serious.”

“Calm down all of you,” said his dad as he came inside. “Kids in the den.”

“We are not children anymore,” said Jensen.

“Den.”

You grabbed his hand and went with him and his brother and sister into the side den, Mackenzie closing the door.

“They used to do this when we were in trouble,” she said. “Who-”

“The shit for brain idiots, Bob and Vince. Who’d you think,” said Josh.

“Could one of you two please tell me what they said?” asked Jensen as he sat on the couch. “Please?”

“They didn’t say a damn thing you haven’t read on the internet before. Y/N and I could have taken them,” said Josh.

“Are you okay?” asked Jensen. You nodded and gave him a smile. “You sure?”

“I was a little upset but I was about to slap the one in the face when Josh showed up. He called me his little sister,” you said.

“You used to not trust her you know,” said Jensen. 

“I didn’t either,” said Mackenzie. You glanced over to her, watching her look at her lap. “You got rid of those doubts very quickly for me, for the rest of us. You were terrified that Thanksgiving. We know our brother is different than us. We wanted someone to be with him because they liked him was all.”

“He’s important to me,” you said.

“We were at the wedding. We know,” said Josh. You nodded and looked down, Jensen sighing.

“Was it her age?” he asked. “Kenz?”

“Yes.”

“What exactly made you change your mind?” asked Jensen.

“I know you three had a big fight that night. When you finally came back and joined the campfire, I saw how she was trying to bury herself in your side. She had her hood up I remember,” she said.

“When she was crying?” asked Josh.

“I didn’t know you were crying,” said Jensen.

“I thought I’d hid it,” you said.

“We all saw,” she said. “You weren’t faking. After that we knew you really cared about Jensen.”

“You guys could have just talked to her you know,” said Jensen.

“Guys. It’s okay. I know this was not normal at first but we all care about each other. Some stupid relatives made some stupid comments. I don’t care about them. I care about the people here and our actual family. Screw the rest,” you said.

“Agreed,” said Jensen.

“Alright,” said their mom when the door opened. “Bob and Vince are gone and they aren’t welcome back.”

“Mom-“

“Jensen. It’s the end of it,” she said. He grumbled and crossed his arms. “Come feed Reese. She sounds like she’s hungry again.”

“Fine,” he mumbled as he stood and left. You scratched your head as Donna came in and took a seat next to you.

“I’m sorry for-“

“Don’t apologize for other people,” you said.

“I was going to say I’m sorry you never seem to catch a break on this,” she said.

“I knew what I signed up for,” you said, giving her a smile. “I’m okay. I just want to check on Jensen and Reese.”

You left and found him upstairs with her in his room, Reese looking up at the awards on the wall.

“Hey,” you said, tickling her chest. “Daddy was so good at baseball, wasn’t he?”

“I’ll never understand why people are mean for no reason,” he said quietly.

“Those two bimbos were obviously jealous of how successful you are,” you said. 

“I can never seem to protect you.”

“I don’t need you to.”

“Yeah but I want to. It’s my job. You were feeling better this week and then-“

“Then nothing,” you said. “Babe, your parents got rid of them and your brother was there for me and those people, the ones you actually care about, they’re the ones that helped me.”

“I know,” he said, leaning his head against Reese’s. “Just been a rough week.”

“Let’s enjoy the rest of the party then and we’ll have a lazy day tomorrow. I promise.”

“Hello cutie,” said Jared the next day back at home, bopping Reese’s nose with his own. “You are so lucky you didn’t get any of your daddy’s ugly genes.”

“It could be worse than that. She could look like you,” said Jensen.

“As if she could be more beautiful,” said Jared.

“Losers,” said Gen from the counter.

“You two dorks were so excited after the wedding being all ‘we’re brothers!’ and I swear they’ve gotten worse since then,” you said, Odette chasing Dean around.

“Wait until the kid moves like that,” chuckled Jared. “Also we are so not-“

“Like a pair of five year olds,” said Gen, taking a sip from her beer. “We should take more lazy Sundays. This should be a thing.”

“I’m cool with that,” said Jensen, plopping down on the couch. “Where’s my hot wife?”

“She’s literally disgusting,” said Jared.

“Your face is disgusting,” you said as you sat down on the edge of the couch and wrapped your arms around Jensen.

“Your face is disgusting,” said Jared, setting Reese down on Jensen’s chest. “See? Now it’s not disgusting.”

“Be nice to your sister, Jare,” said Jensen.

“Yeah yeah,” he said, picking Reese back up. “And because I’m so nice, I’m gonna make some snacks with this cutie for her very tired mommy and daddy while they take a nap.”

“We’re okay,” you said, peeling away from Jensen.

“We got it. Seriously. Go unwind,” said Jared. 

“Don’t have to tell us twice,” said Jensen.

Two minutes later you were both in bed and the lights were off, Jensen wrapping himself all around you.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Jens.”

“Y/N.”

“Mhm.”

“Did you think about what we talked about on the way home yesterday?” he asked.

“Yup.”

“Any decisions?”

“Mhm.”

“Going to keep me in suspense?” he asked.

“I want you to keep working as much as you want to. Always. No matter how many kids it ends up being,” you said. “I will call in the troops more often and stay away from Instagram comments. I’ll still post but I’m just gonna ignore it all and focus on what matters.”

“Sounds good, kiddo,” he said, closing his eyes. “Sleep contest?”

“You’re on, Ackles.”

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