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entropychanges · 4 years ago

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Tell me what you’ll do, please

So, Michael, dripping like a wet mop on the restaurant’s tile floor, stood silently as he looked between the sister of the girl whose murder he covered up only two months ago, and his lover who would rather be sent off to war than be with him. Great. He swallowed, figuring he may as well break the silence.

“Sorry, I wasn’t sure if-”

“The kitchen is closed,” Liz interrupted, looking him up and down before saying, “but you can stay until the storm lets up.”

Or, in which Michael gets caught out in the rain while sleeping in his truck, and ends up taking shelter in the last place he wants to be.

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title (from phoebe bridger's demi moore) precedes the lyric "I dont wanna be alone" which is kind of a central theme in Michael's mindset in this fic

warnings for mention of Michael's injury, very brief and vague mention of toolshed incident near the end, lots of talk about rosa's death and liz's mourning, michael has self worth issues, michael and alex say mean things to each other bc they’re sad and scared and just like a lot of angst

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When Michael woke from his drunken nap, he sobered up immediately at the feeling of his blankets being drenched and the sky being far too dark for his liking.

He knew it was going to rain that night, and had even felt it in the joints of his mangled hand. What he didn’t predict, however, was that he was going to sleep for a few more hours than he intended, waking up in the middle of a storm rather than to the late afternoon desert sun.

“Shit, shit, shit!” he hissed, scrambling out of his truck bed and attempting to gather his linens. As he piled the soaked pillows and blankets he realized that he’d stupidly kept his bag of clothes beside him as he slept, leaving him with nothing dry to change into. He shoved his belongings into a sopping pile on his passenger seat before rushing to the other side of the truck cab and turning on the ignition with shaking hands.

Safe from the weather outside, Michael cranked up the heater and stripped off his shirt, huddling against himself for warmth. He ran his fingers through his curls in an effort to squeeze the water out, but to no avail. He sat like this, shivering and pathetic, for about 20 minutes before deciding that he needed a plan B. He didn’t have enough gas to use his heater for any extended period of time, and he wouldn’t have enough money for a refill until Sanders paid him for his work that week.

So, he decided to head into town to see if he could find somewhere that would let him stay inside for the duration of the storm without expecting a dime out of him. Normally he would try the library, but that closed at 8 and according to the clock on his radio, it was around 11 pm. Damn it. Hardly anything in this sleepy town was open past 10 on a weeknight other than the bars, and the storm wasn’t helping his chances.

Monsoon season was probably the most detrimental time for his beloved old Chevy that he called home, and tonight was no exception. He could hardly see through his windshield with the mix of dust and rain smattered across it, the high-velocity winds forcing his wipers to barely keep up. He was able to see enough to drive, though, as well as to recognize the signs on the shops and restaurants. They were almost all closed, as he’d suspected, except for one - the Crashdown still had its lights on and as he pulled into a parking space in front of it, he could see two figures inside. Liz Ortecho was wiping the counter as she spoke to the person in front of her, whose back was turned to Michael.

Only a few months ago, Michael would be too embarrassed to walk into the Crashdown at half-past 11 looking like a drowned rat and ask for a favor from his academic competitor. Now, though, Liz was going through her own living hell, which Michael felt partially responsible for, and had no room in her life to pity some punkass kid that lived in his truck. So, he swallowed his guilt and pride and shame and made his way out of his car and into the pouring rain. Without giving himself a chance to rethink this decision, he threw open the diner’s door, bringing attention to himself far too dramatically.

And, well, shit. Maybe he would’ve been better off using his fake id to spend his night with the racist alcoholics at the Wild Pony.

The first thing he noticed was that Liz looked rough. She clearly hadn’t been sleeping, as her eye bags were dark and evident, and her skin was paler than usual. She stood stock still at his cinematic entrance, her face full of annoyance and exhaustion. She no longer looked like the nerdy girl-next-door that Max had a crush on. She looked older than her age, and, in a sense, she was. She was going through more sadness than most had in their entire lifetimes, and that thought sent a spike of pain in Michael’s chest.

It reminded him of that selfish anger he’d been repressing since that night; anger at Isobel for killing the girls, anger at himself and Max for covering it up, anger at whatever entities left the three of them on this planet in the first place. He usually tried to shove those thoughts down before they ate away at him, but that was impossible when the consequence of their actions was quite literally staring himself in the face.

He glanced at the figure sitting on the stool across from Liz and his stomach dropped. Of course, it just had to be the very person Michael had been avoiding for the past two weeks.

He watched as Alex’s face morphed from confusion, to brief concern, and finally an annoyance that rivaled Liz’s. The last thing Michael wanted was to relive the fight they’d had after Alex told him he was enlisting in the air force.

Alex called Michael a violent alcoholic that was wasting his life.

Michael compared him to every birth and foster parent who had abandoned him.

Alex said Michael was no better than his abusive father.

Michael said that was funny seeing as he was following in his daddy’s footsteps.

It wasn’t pleasant.

“Sorry, I wasn’t sure if-”

“The kitchen is closed,” Liz interrupted, looking him up and down before saying, “but you can stay until the storm lets up.”

Michael nodded, flinging water from his hair. He sat in the nearest booth, looking at his hands. He didn’t exactly have a plan for what he’d do if someone were to let him in. Maybe he could sleep? He didn’t think Liz would appreciate having to wake him up to kick him out once the rain stopped, but making conversation didn’t seem like much of an option.

When he looked back over to see that Liz had bent down to clean below the counter, Alex was still staring at him. Michael glanced back down at his hands, but it was too late. Alex approached the booth and stood over him.

“Hey, Alex.”

“What happened?”

“I fell asleep and when I woke up it was raining and all my shit was wet,” he said, still looking down.

Alex furrowed his brows. “It started raining around 8.”

“I guess I went to bed early.”

“Is that your way of saying you passed out drunk?”

Michael raised his gaze to glare at Alex. Alex glared right back.

“Can we not do this right now?”

Alex huffed a sigh and sat across from him. Michael leaned back and turned his head, watching the downpour out the window. They sat in silence for a minute until Alex spoke up.

“You need to change your splint.”

For someone that “wouldn’t be Michael’s medicine”, Alex sure liked to act like his doctor. But, he wasn’t wrong. Michael’s splint was soaked, making it functionally useless.

“I have some gauze in the truck, I’ll fix it later,” he replied, still staring at the rain.

“Just grab it now, I’ll help you do it.”

Michael turned back to Alex. “What? No, I-”

Alex stood up. “Get the gauze and I’ll meet you upstairs.”

As Alex turned away, presumably to ask Liz if she was cool with him bringing the personified version of a stray dog found in the gutter up into the small apartment she shared with her grieving father, Michael conceded and ran back to his truck to grab the gauze. He could never really say no to Alex. He rushed back in, covering the gauze with his body to prevent any rain damage and, with a quick “bathroom’s on the right” from Liz, he ran up the stairs to meet Alex in the tiny restroom that Liz used to share with Rosa. Used to. Michael shuddered at the thought. He was too sober for this long night.

Except, Alex wasn’t in the restroom. He was nowhere to be found. Regardless, Michael closed the door gently and began peeling the gauze off his hand, the feeling not dissimilar to applying a strip of wet paper-mâché to a surface. He winced at the pain, which he’d been ignoring until then, and wished he had some acetone to take the edge off.

He glanced at the medicine cabinet. Maybe…He opened the cabinet and there it was, half a bottle of kroger brand nail polish. Jackpot. Once he finished his second swig, the door handle started twisting. Shit. He used his telekinesis to put the bottle back in the cabinet and close the door, all while rinsing his mouth to cover the evidence. He didn’t want to think about what Alex’s reaction would be to finding him drinking Liz’s nail polish remover straight out of the bottle. “Seriously, Guerin? Alcohol not enough of a buzz for you anymore?”. Alex always called him “Guerin” when he was disappointed or mad at him. Lately, that seemed to be more often than not.

Alex peeked his head in slowly, as if to give Michael privacy, which was frankly adorable, seeing as how many times they’d seen each other at least partially nude. When he saw that Michael was decent, he opened the door completely, revealing that he was carrying a pile of clothes and towels.

“Here, change into these,” Alex commanded, handing him the clothes. His clothes. Michael’s ears turned red against his wishes at the thought of wearing Alex’s clothes.

“”You always have a stash of clothes at the Ortecho’s, or is this just my lucky night?” he asked, removing his wet t-shirt. Alex turned away, making Michael roll his eyes.

“I would usually come here when things got ugly at my place. Arturo didn’t mind me sleeping on Liz and Rosa’s floor, so I kept some of my stuff here. Tonight I’m here for Liz, though,” Alex explained.

Michael removed his pants. “You know you don’t have to turn away when I’m changing, right? We’ve seen each other naked, like, a hundred times.”

Now it was Alex’s turn to blush. “I think a hundred is a little hyperbolic,” he said as he turned around to face Michael.

Michael ran the towel down his body before finally ruffling his curls dry. “Well there was our first time... “

“Obviously.”

“And the time in the cab of my truck just a few days later…”

“That was just uncomfortable.”

“And then a week later when we had that picnic out in the desert at midnight…”

“Ugh, that was just gross. Do you know how many spiders and scorpions are out there? Definitely wish I’d kept my pants on for that.”

“And then add a few more in the back of my truck and that should add up to one hundred!”

“Still a hyperbole. I’d say that’s 8, total. The rest at least one of us kept our pants or shirts on.”

“Sorry, I forgot to add the ones from my dreams.”

“Oh god, please shut up,” Alex said just a little loudly, making Michael snort and put a finger to his lips.

“Shh, Alex, c’mon. No need to wake up Arturo by discussing our epic sexcapades.”

Michael was now fully dressed in Alex’s clothes, wearing a burgundy sweater that felt softer than anything he’d ever worn before and black jeans that were just a little too tight. He looked at himself in the mirror and cracked a smile.

“Maybe I could pull the emo look off, huh? What do you think, darlin?” He added the “darlin” as a test. When Alex was actually pissed, the pet name only ticked him off even more. When Michael was starting to get back on his good side, he brushed it off and pretended he didn’t like it, even though he definitely did.

Alex suppressed a smile. Score.

“I think you’re ridiculous. Now lean against the sink and hold this washcloth.”

Michael raised an eyebrow but did as he was told.

“Here, hold the washcloth like this,” Alex said before gently moving the fingers on Michael’s left hand around the cloth. It hurt like hell, but Michael did his best to hide it. He didn’t like Alex seeing him in pain, especially when he knew Alex blamed himself. Michael didn’t want him to have another reason to feel guilty.

“It’s good of you to come over here and be with Liz. She seems…” He trailed off, not sure of what he was planning on saying. She seems, what, bad? Exhausted? Depressed? Like she’d just had her favorite person in the world taken from her, and now the entire town was spreading lies about her? He just let Alex finish his thought.

“It’s just what friends do. She needs support right now,” Alex murmured, wrapping the gauze around Michael’s fingers. “She’s leaving town, too, soon. Which is a good thing, I think.”

Michael stiffened at that. He already knew Liz was leaving, of course. He was just as responsible for that as he was for Rosa’s postmortem defamation. It’s that “too” that hits. Maybe it was the buzz from the acetone or the thrill of Alex watching him undress, but either way Michael was able to forget for a second about the coldness that had been between them just a few minutes ago, and the reason for it being there. That little word, “too”, was a painful reminder that hurt just a little more than the feeling of his disjointed bones being squeezed too tightly by Alex’s makeshift splint. Michael inhaled sharply to indicate this.

“Shit, sorry, let me make this a little looser.”

Michael looked down and shook his head a tad bit too violently, trying to indicate that he didn’t give a damn about the stupid splint.

“What? What is it Michael?”

Michael squeezed his eyes shut, knowing he was diving headfirst into the argument he was trying to pretend had never happened.

“You can’t go.”

Alex dropped Michael’s hand, which he’d just finished putting the last piece of tape on.

“Goddamn it, Michael, did we really not spend enough time talking about this already? I’m sick of my father looming over me, and, let’s face it. I’m not like you. I can’t just waste my life in this garbage town forever, sustaining myself on whiskey and bar fights.”

Michael opened his eyes back up and realized he had tears welling up. It wasn’t because of what Alex had said, words and insults didn’t phase him anymore. It was that his deepest anxiety was becoming his reality. Michael was going to be left behind, yet again.

He was used to pushing his fears down, but right now he didn’t want to repress. He wanted Alex to understand exactly how he was feeling, no matter how childish or pathetic he sounded in the process.

“I don’t want you to leave me. I don’t want to be alone.”

He looked up to meet Alex’s eyes. The other boy’s face melted from the defensive hardness he’d held before to something much softer. It wasn’t piteous, it was just… sad.

“I don’t want to leave you Michael. I definitely don’t want you to be alone. You’re the only reason I’ve ever even considered staying.”

Michael looked down again. His words were sweet, but they held no meaning. It didn’t matter how much Alex cared about him, he was still leaving.

“You know this doesn’t have to be goodbye forever, right? I’ll be coming back after basic, and then I’ll be coming home on leave whenever I can.” Alex cupped Michael’s face with his hands, forcing him to look up at him. Memories flooded in of their first kiss, when they cradled each other’s faces in the UFO emporium. Michael mirrored the movement and leaned in to Alex’s space, but didn’t close the gap. Instead, he watched Alex closely, reading the earnesty in his eyes. It seemed like he truly believed they could still be together, even through hell.

It was Alex that made the move, pressing Michael into the sink behind him and tenderly kissing his lips. Their movements were slow and gentle, much different from their usual sexual intensity. This was a different kind of intimacy. They touched each other lovingly rather than lustfully, their focus not on rushing to make each other come, but instead on patiently memorizing every detail they could. They were so enraptured with their shared space that the outside world seemed to melt away, including the door that was being pushed open behind them.

“Oh shi-” they heard behind them, shattering the moment. Alex jumped away, terror in his eyes. Michael’s heart was in his throat. Of course, it was just Liz, who didn’t actually care about their romantic involvement, just that they didn’t have sex on her bathroom sink. Still, the last time they were interrupted like this wasn’t a night they wanted to relive.

“I just wanted to let Guerin know that it stopped raining,” Liz said, her eyes turned to the floor uncomfortably. This was her polite way of saying “please get out of my home it’s past midnight and I’ve been waiting for you to leave for half an hour”, so he took the cue for what it was and headed out the door with a nod.

“Hey, Michael?” he heard from behind him. He turned back around.

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m leaving in a week. I’d like to see you before then, to say goodbye.”

Michael gave another small nod, and headed down the stairs at twice his usual speed, not wanting either of them to hear him cry.

When he got to his truck, he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep anytime soon. So, instead, he devised a plan to ensure he wouldn’t be around whenever Alex decided to schedule that goodbye.

And this plan required Kyle Valenti’s hubcaps.

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iwakurodai · 5 years ago

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Angel || Richie Tozier

hello! if this one isn’t good then you can leave me. I haven’t had a good streak with writing in so long. The ending is probably really bad but be gentle, I didn’t know how to continue this let alone end it so the ending seems a bit rushed/way too short! Anyways! I hope you enjoy this imagine to kick off my return to eggytozier

soulmate au where you feel the pain of your destined lover but dont get the wounds/bruises.

requested? nah, just had an idea

warnings? suicide, car wrecks, knives, cursing, death, dead parents, pain, blood, soulmates, bad endings, homophobic slur, and missing children

pairing? Richie Tozier x reader, and a bit of platonic!bill x reader

You met your soulmate when you were only five.

Walking into preschool--hand gripped so very tightly onto your parent’s finger--you stopped at the door way as they spoke to your new teacher. Looking around, your eyes watch the kids chasing each other and knocking stuff over. Your eyes met a small boy that was playing alone, pretending to make food at the play kitchen way across the room. You were about to leave your parents when the teacher kneeled in front of you, distracting you and you forgot about the boy as she introduced herself to you.

Farther along in the day, at recess, you were about to join the boy from before on the swing set until he jumped off and landed wrong. You felt nothing but searing pain in your ankle and you fell to the ground, sobbing, unaware of the boy screeching just a couple yards from you. You found out who he was when you both were carried to the nurses office by the teachers monitoring you.

His name was Taylor James. He was a little blonde boy who spoke a little too quiet and laughed a little too loud. He had a strong interest in cooking after growing up with a chef as a father. He had a stutter and a lisp but you didn’t see the problem.

You two were only five, but since that point of meeting, you two were inseparable.

As years went by, your parents and his became best friends. Taking mementos of you two to look back on when you got married. You two grew up together, not hiding a single thing. Well, it was hard to hide something when you both could feel something was wrong.

Taylor was as quiet as he was in preschool and he was just as sensitive. Which caused him to become an easy target for bullying. You despised the bullies. Every time you saw them you couldn’t help but shout insults and jokes, hoping that they would feel what they did to Taylor. You knew that it wasn’t right but you didn’t care. All that mattered was Taylor being happy.

But, you would never have been prepared for when the accident happened.

You were 10, only five years were spent with Taylor. He was on his way to your house for Easter. You were helping your mother color some eggs when you suddenly dropped to the floor, screaming as if you were being murdered. Tears came out of your eyes like a river, you were barely breathing. A screech coming out of your mouth whenever you could get it out until nothing would come out.

You felt as if your soul had been ripped in two, holding onto each other with thin strings. Your body was cold, freezing to the touch. Your nails digging into your arms but you didn’t feel a single thing. Your whole mind and body were numb, other than the feeling of your whole being, being put through a paper shredder.

It wasn’t until you were sitting against your mother chest, still sobbing, that your dad came home. He had tears in his eyes, his hands were shaking.

Your dad was coming home from buying some candy for you and Taylor when he saw a familiar car fly, headfirst, into a semi truck. He pulled over and ran to the scene, pulling out a phone and calling 911. He was telling the operator where he was when he was stopped cold at the sight of Mr. and Mrs. James, barely even recognizable. Your dad checked the back and was horrified to see little Taylor with a piece of shrapnel lodged into his chest.

Your dad fled, rushing to you as he realized what would happen. He had only read about soulmates dying, but never did he think he--or anyone he knew--would witness it himself. You didn’t feel a thing of the crash. Taylor died on impact. But the feeling of your other half being ripped from life had scarred you to the core.

You went silent, your mouth never opened other than to eat and drink. The trauma of losing someone so close to you had scraped your ability to find the use in talking. Your parents became scared, signing you up for a therapist.

You were only with that therapist for barely half a year before they decided that a change of scenery was better for your health. With that suggestion, you and your family packed up and left your hometown. Driving as far as the family’s minivan could take you.

Which was the small, secluded town of Derry, Maine.

You didn’t go to school until the next year, your parents making sure that all the teachers knew of your problem and wouldn’t force you to do anything.

You weren’t mad or sad or even happy that you had moved. You were just... surviving. You didn’t feel like you needed to feel anything, so you didn’t. In the short year of learning at Derry Middle School, you didn’t make any friends and only gained the attention of Greta Bowie. She took advantage of every time you were alone to bully you. She wanted to tip you over the edge and cause a breakdown. She had found out about your soulmate dying and was making up different scenarios of what could have happened.

“Your little soulmate killed himself because you’re such a fucking disgrace of a human he didn’t want to be with you, didn’t he?”

You pretended to not hear it.

You also gained the attention of a kid named Bill Denbrough. He had a stutter and it reminded you, almost too much, of Taylor. He tried his best to make you comfortable: helping you with work when you seemed to not understand, giving you tips about avoiding Greta and Henry Bowers (who you hadn’t met but made a note of staying away from), and even inviting you to hang out with his friends. You always denied, you didn’t wanna damper their fun.

Bill always shrugged, though, promising to make plans to hang out alone. You always gave him a small smile in response and a pat on the shoulder. You were scared of getting close to him.

It was only a month after meeting Bill that you felt something strange.

You were walking down the hallway, being called to the counselor’s office for your daily meeting, when you felt a strong sense of pain in your stomach. As if you’d been punched. You froze in the middle of the hallway, your mind racing with possibilities.

Taylor? No, you thought, he’s definitely dead. You saw his body in the morgue, in the open casket with his family. He was gone.

Was there a chance that you had gotten a new one? You hadn’t seen anything about gaining a new soulmate after the death of another, but it also wasn’t common to find yours at such a young age, like you.

You got knocked out of your thoughts--literally--when you felt a punch to your face. You dipped your head down, covering your left eye as you head starts to pound fiercely against your eye. Your vision started to blur with tears, a ringing in your ears. You clench your eyes shut, forcing yourself to take a breath and get to the counselor’s office before you started to investigate more.

You asked the counselor about having a new soulmate when you met with her again, of course by writing it down. She pulled out a dirty notebook and flipped a couple pages before reaching her desired spot.

She read to you that soulmates who lose their other half so suddenly and unexpectedly have a chance to gain a new one. It happens so rarely that there had been only two ever cases about it. The universe had a plan, they always planned ahead of time. The universe had a backup when they knew a soulmate was going to die unexpectedly. Meaning that in rare cases, people would be born without a soulmate until they were needed.

When she asked about the sudden curiosity, the bell rang. You ran out of the office and into the crowded halls, to the cafeteria--which you commonly avoided. But, today, you wanted to see Bill. You could see how much mysteries sparked the kid’s interest and you needed help.

You found him pretty easily, he was with his friends. You knew them from Bill pointing them out in the yearbook when he was showing you Henry Bowers. You barely knew their names but that was the least of your concerns. You scrambled in your backpack, finding a piece of paper and a pen. You scrawled the words “I need your help” on it before throwing the pen in your bag and striding up to Bill, confidently.

Ignoring his friends that were silenced with confusion, you shoved the paper in Bill’s face. He grabbed it carefully, reading it slowly.

“Damn Bill, since when did you know the hot new girl?” A kid with glasses exclaimed, smiling at your determined face. “Hi, hotstuff, I’m Richie Tozier, but you can call me your boyfriend!” Richie shoves his hand in your direction. You glance at his hand and then at his face, scrunching your brows together and tilting your head.

“C-c’mon, (Y/N), we-we can go to th-the libr-library,” Bill says, cutting off your introduction to Richie. “I’ll see you-you guys af-after school!” He exclaims, grabbing your wrist and leading you away from his friends.

“What the fuck?”

“Why can’t we go?”

“What just happened?”

Bill ignores the three and you two make it out of the loud cafeteria and through the halls until you both finally get to the small school library.

“So, what di-did you need h-hel-help with?” Bill asks, sitting down on a chair. You sit next to him, opening your bag and scrambling for a random notebook. You find one and hurry, rushing out an explanation. When you finish, Bill slides towards him and scans it quickly, mouthing the words as he reads. He looks back to you once he finishes, he was shocked.

He’s never heard of the whole gaining new soulmates thing and he didn’t know what to do. But he wanted to help his friend. “Wh-What do you wa-want me to do? How can I-how c-can I help?” You smile in relief, reaching over and hugging him tightly.

Bill grins widely, hugging you back. It was only the start to a whole new adventure and he was excited to help you figure it out.

You back up from him, blushing in embarrassment before turning back to your notebook and writing something more.

‘Do you have any ideas? All I’ve got is asking around if there’s been a fight.’

Bill hums, racking his brain for ideas. Biting his lip, he looks over at you to see you tapping your pencil on the notebook. “M-Maybe we can my friends i-if they’ve heard of-of any fights re-recently? R-Richie surely knows, i-i-if not then we can ask the r-r-redhead, Beverly, from History c-class.” You nod, accepting the idea.

“Okay, I-I have to go. I’ll meet-meet up with you by the b-bike rack and w-we-we can b-brainst-storm more on the w-way home. Y-You live near the sy-synag-synagogue, right?” After seeing you nod, he smiles. “O-Okay, I’ll w-wa-walk you home. R-R-Remember, by the b-bike rack!” Bill says, leaving you to think to yourself.

I’m scared that if we don’t find my soulmate, I’ll lose them before I could get to know them. You thought to yourself, playing with your pencil. I don’t wanna know that they’re going through pain and I’m not doing anything to help.

But, you didn’t know you were going to have to halt the investigation because less than a month later, Bill’s little brother ended up missing.

You became close to Bill throughout his grieving. You related to him in a way. You both lost someone close to you, for you it might’ve been more painful in the sense of your soul ripping in two, but he lost his little brother. And he thought it was his own fault.

Bill came to you to vent about Georgie. He went through all the stages of grief in front of you. And you were there to help him through it all.

Being close to Bill also meant you became good friends with his. Stan Uris, Eddie Kaspbrak, and Richie Tozier became a constant in your routine. They didn’t pressure you to speak but they made light hearted jokes about it. You weren’t ever offended, you laughed with them. Richie made the most jokes though. He couldn’t go an hour without shooting a flirty comment at you with a wink. You found it adorably annoying.

Eddie and you became close too. After a freakout with Eddie not trusting any other boys with his extra inhaler, you stepped up and held it for him. You keep it in your bag at all times and when you didn't have your bag, you had it tucked in your pocket. He had a respect for you for putting up with Richie and not managing to smack him. You always shook your head and chuckled at his disbelief.

Stan and you only became close after you found him crying with bruises up and down his arms. You helped him up and led him into your home, holding an ice pack to the worst of them all. Stan had been beaten by Henry Bowers and you caught him after he had ran far enough away to lose them. He gained the smallest crush on you after that, but you didn’t have know that.

You didn’t ever bring up the possibility of having another soulmate to the boys. You didn’t want to stress Bill with his search for Georgie and you didn’t want the other three to ask questions about your first. Though, Richie loved to pester you.

Richie loved to make jokes about being your soulmate, about how you never bring up soulmates because he was already in front of you. You always brushed it off and rolled your eyes at him. But, one day, the jokes seemed to be a reality.

You were walking home from your therapist appointment when you felt something hit the back of your head. You reached up and rubbed at it, groaning about how your soulmate must be in wrestling club with how much fighting he did. As you came across Mr. Keene’s pharmacy to pick up your prescription, you glance down the alleyway.

You almost didn’t catch it but you did a double take and saw Richie struggling against the brick wall as a platinum blonde boy holds him there.

“Let go of me, bleach bottle! I got shit to do!” Richie exclaims, groaning as he tries to pull away from the kid holding him down. You step closer, hiding behind the wall as you watch. You knew you should help, but something was stopping you.

“No, you don’t, trashmouth, not anymore.” You watch as a kid with a blonde mullet stalks towards Richie with something in his hand. “I’m gonna teach you to keep your mouth shut, faggot,” He snarls, clicking a button and showing off the glint of the knife. You gasp quietly, slipping away from the wall to try and stop him. You recognized the mullet from Bill pointing it out in the yearbook. Henry Bowers.

Richie, for once, was shocked silent. His eyes watching as the knife practically glared at him. He swallows thickly as Henry brings the knife close to his face. “You better be happy to welcome a new stamp, Buck Teeth,” Henry mutters, poking the tip of the knife into Richie’s cheek and dragging it slowly across his skin. Richie’s eyes screw shut, gritting his teeth to stop himself from yelling.

You gasp loudly, eyes widening as you spin to press your back to the brick wall. Your hand reaching to press against your cheek, feeling the knife dig into you but not showing any wound. Heat seemed to lick at your cheek, stinging and causing your eyes to water. Taking a couple deep breaths, you press a hand to your chest to calm your heart beat.

“What the fuck was that?” Henry whispers to Victor who shrugs. “Well go fucking check, dipshit!” Victor jumps, letting go to Richie, who falls to the ground. He didn’t dare to get up, knowing that if he did Henry would just find a way to injure him more brutally.

You tense, glancing around before rushing into the store you were hiding in front of. You watched at the bleach blonde looked everywhere before freezing and rushing back to the alleyway. You waited a couple seconds before leaving the store and glancing back where Richie was.

Richie was pushing himself up, holding his cheek with a frown on his face. Henry and the other one, nowhere to be seen. You deem it safe enough to bolt into the alleyway and to Richie who looked up with fright in his eyes before relaxing at the sight of you.

“Hey, dollface! What’s up?” He exclaims, smiling at you while still holding his cheek. He acted like nothing had happened. You stop in front of him and look at him incredulously. Blood was starting to drip from his fingers. “What? Oh, you mean this?” Richie asks, noting your shock. “It’s just a scratch, my dear, no need to worry!” You shake your head, grabbing Richie’s wrist and taking it from his face.

He sucks in a breath, not liking how the cold air felt in his new wound. He didn’t notice how you winced as well. “Yea, okay. Might need a band aid, maybe? Say, where you headed?” Richie asks, suddenly losing interest in the still burning wound. You roll your eyes, pulling him along with you to Keene’s to pick up some supplies.

“Do you think Mama (L/N) will freak about me bleeding out on your kitchen table?” You scoff at Richie’s words, dabbing a wet washcloth on his cheek to clean the blood from around the fresh band aid. “What? You don’t think so? You know your mom loves me, angel!” You freeze at the nickname.

It was new—different from the other pet names he’s given you. You roll your eyes, brushing it off as him just finding a magazine that mentioned it.

“You like that one? I made it up on my own!” Richie exclaims, smiling brightly at your reddening face. “Yea, cause you are like an angel. Maybe that’s why you don’t talk, cause if you do then none of us will be able to handle your beautiful voice and we’d all die because our heart burst from it!” Richie over exaggerates, springing up from the kitchen chair and laughing at your little jump. You chuckle a bit before turning around and cleaning up the mess you made.

“Hey, (y/n)?” Richie asks, suddenly quiet and serious. You raise an eyebrow, turning on your heel and tilting your head at him in question. “Have you found your soulmate yet?” He mumbles, shocking you.

You didn’t know if you should tell him. Yea, you were very happy you found your second soulmate but you didn’t know if you should tell him or let him figure it out himself.

“You don’t have to answer, I was just wondering. Because, I’m scared I don’t have one,” Richie confesses. You sit down next to him, slowly, growing confused. “That or my soulmate is extremely careful because the last time I felt pain from them was…” Richie stops to think. “Have I ever felt pain from them before?” You sigh, looking down and grinding your teeth.

You’ve been overly cautious about hurting yourself over things. You didn’t want to put your soulmate through something painful, it hurt you to see that you were the cause. But you needed to do something. You knew Richie was your soulmate, you just had to find the courage to show him.

“It’s whatever. I can deal with not having one! It’s not like I need one or something!” Richie laughs, pushing away his true feelings. He stands up, rubbing his hands over pants before starting towards the door. You start to panic, not wanting him to leave on a sad note. You rack your brain, filing through the things you could do to make him stay. But there was really only one choice as there was nothing around you to help you.. “I should probably go, I was supposed to meet Eddie at the park—“

“W-Wait.”

Richie freezes, a hand reaching towards the door. He spins on his heel slowly, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped. “Did you just—“ He cuts himself off as you start to walk closer to him. You nod. Your voice was hoarse, as it hadn't been used in more than a year. And you stuttered, you weren’t exactly used to talking anymore.

“I—“

“Y-Your soulmate,” You confess, biting the inside of your cheek and watching him carefully. Richie’s face drops. He chuckles lowly, sounding betrayed.

“Don’t try, angel. I don’t want you to fake being my soulmate just to make me happy,” You roll your eyes as Richie looks up at you with sad eyes. “You deserve to be with your actual soul—“ As Richie talks, you lift your arm and grab a lump of your skin in between two fingers, and squeeze.

“Oh, fuc—“ Richie exclaims, jerking his arm to his chest quickly. He looks at you with confusion, his face screwed with disbelief.

“You’re—“ He didn’t have to finish his words as you nod in confirmation. Richie laughs, relief seeping through. “Shit,” He breathes, bringing you in for a tight hug. “You’re actually my soulmate. Holy fuck!” Richie rambles, a grin gracing his features.

You giggle, wrapping your arms around him and holding him close. You got a second chance, you didn’t wanna screw it up. You decided to put off telling him about Taylor. Richie’s smiling face was way too precious to be put down by your past.

“Wait! I gotta tell Stan! He’s gonna shit himself!”

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bishiglomper · 4 years ago

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I had a dark, creepy inception dream.

Very FFXII inspired. There were supernatural stuff as far as how the laws of nature worked.

First bit of the dream I had little plushies I would pick out to be my "children"? I would pick out a little funko pop sized one, love on it and it would sit and incubate somewhere until it was ready. But i kept forgetting about then and like a year later I'd check on it like "omg I'm so sorry, are you alive, do you still love me??" And the stuffie would slowly start moving like blinking to life and it would seem to forgive me and then I had these live plush things. That I called my children. There were some figure ones that worked like those sponges you put in water and when it was done and you wiped off the water-saturated goo, you'd have a baby. 😂 I stuck with the stuffie version.

For some reason my uncle drove a huge yellow school bus. Just to get these like, 8 teens every day. Mom and i were always there. I fuckin' hated it. He drove too fast and people were always diving out of the way to not be killed. I was always freaking out waiting for the inevital bump of going over a body. Somehow it never did. I always sat in the back looking out the windows. One day i had enough and said out loud "I CANNOT STAND THIS DAMN BUS!" And people were like "huh" and "why" and mom was like "shhh your uncles driving it"

Once again i was just like "I CANNOT STAND THIS GODDAMN BUS" knowing my conservative christian uncle would be annoyed. He told me to basically shut up and sit down. I was in a very "fuck you" mood and stormed off though. I was just relieved to be off it. It made me so anxious and angry. I dunno what all that was about.

Another part; I made friends with this fey child thing. She was kind of a bitch, as far as children go and there was a grumpy talking (light grey Persian) cat. Dunno wtf these were but they were of the monster variety.

I wanted to abandon my life and go with the monster girl. One of the things i learned was in the tilled field next to us, below lived some sort of huge scary monster. Like spiders? But they were kind but would put you to work mucking out their tunnels. Gross but interesting. Also carried the fey risk of never being allowed to return, but if one wanted to run away and live with the monsters, it wasn't the worst one could do. There was another option that involved running a gauntlet in a river. I watched someones attempt, and there was magic involved and they were about to not make it, and drown... But some creature came to their aid and what it did was speed them up as they were swept down the river in the wake of something's tail. They sped up because to make it out and over the falls they had to go supersonic or something. So the fish? Hummingbird? Creature saved them and they passed. Definitely not worth risking.

Then the dream shifted into more plotty things and there was a big mansion. This is the inception part because i think i was thinking up a story but at the same time, was involved in it. Or it mirrored my situation.

The monster girl had her mom and i told her I was coming with her. But that we needed to leave as soon as possible because there was danger from another monster. She was like yeah, and told me to wait. I waited by the cat. I later found out the kid abandoned me to go to bed. But she said we'd leave during the night. So I tried sleeping for a few hours.

Well. The monster matriarch caring for the house/people wasn't going to let me go. It was like a momma wanting to keep her babies home. She'd sooner eat me than let me leave.

I guess we tried to drug her into sleeping deeper so we could flee easier but something went wrong and this monster mom slowly started stalking after us. I woke the girl up, found out her mom had been sucked dry and was just a husk. We grabbed what half-packed bags we could with me literally flinging shirts and jeans into a bag as I ran to the window. We were gonna hoof it until she just straight up threw her shit in a nearby truck and got in the driver's seat. She looked 8. I think i was little too. Btw she was moving in an urgent sort of way, but was otherwise unfazed by the events. Like she knew how to handle it. I however was scared shitless.

After we were on the road, someone else was driving while we tried to get some rest. This is when i thought i had been plotting so I thought i would share what setting i had with her. To talk about something else.

Basically the plot was..

Main character gets drafted but shortly dies. (Directly stolen from the beginning of FFXII LOL) and he leaves behind a brother and friends in this small town though he lived at the big mansion. That was cared for by a matriarch thing. This matriarch was a monster and had a certain influence over the place. I mean, people were content enough but definitely had an unnerved sort of vibe about them.

I remember there was a younger brother shrouded in this same contentedness but eventually started to realize things were off. So he wanted to escape. But they had an even younger brother, who was sickly and often snuggled down with... Not the matriarch, but some of the people who were definitely doing her bidding. One of the things they did was reward and keep the kid's interest by giving him special marbles they said looked like planets. Like the kid didnt know anything about planets and was completely fascinated in collecting and learning about as many as he could. He'd only have a handfull of marbles at a time but they were treated like special magic stones. He was completely saturated by this influence. (Since its FFXII inspired, lets call it Mist)

So the middle brother tried to enlist the help of his uncle who could be trusted and wanted to help. (He had some political power at the house but in one of those.. "The bad guys obviously dont like or trust him" sort of ways) And i guess the middle kid was training to be a doctor because they used it as an excuse to be handling certain things. I think they were trying to get closer to the sick kid. Also find proof that something wrong was going on.

The guy tried to involve a handfull of his friends. Some were his older brothers friends. There was one that had gone into a drunken depression at his death and was on a bad path. (A sherrif like guy was worried about him, having promised the dead brother he'd watch over him but..) One guy had a small motorcycle he loved but was the cautious friend with the sense of reason. Kind of the leader. Dunno much about the others.

At some point, they have to flee. They're all on crotch rockets and trying to evade the cops which are under the matriarch monsters influence. They hop a barbed wire fence and escape past some curly haired cow calves in a stable. They just managed to get away.

I think the drunk guy was gonna turn his nose up at the friends and tell them to fuck off when they ask him to help, but he meets up with them later out of a sense of duty.

I dont remember much more that i can organize into linear thoughts. But the whole vibe was dark and so creepy..

#long post #dream

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yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy · 5 years ago

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Hearthway Hollow Chef Ryker Chapter 2.5

Again, a huge thank you and shout out to @momolady for letting me write fanfiction of my own commission. Yes, that’s the real camaro featured in this story with my real daughter and one thing chefs and cooks LOVE to do is share food great food with each other and to have that connection would be amazing.

Heathway Hollow Chef Ryker

Ryker left and watching him walk away in wolf form made me smile. I was able to recover from crying long enough that even Del couldn’t tell I had been crying. My parents came and dropped off my car and stayed the night with us, enjoying the cabin and left in the morning.

Once they did, I went back to town and went to Big Billy’s hardware store where Jack was practically drooling from behind the window as I parked out in front of the store.

“So that’s the camaro.” Jack noted.

“Yup, that’s the camaro.” I confirmed.

“So I went to Guillermo’s and met Ryker and um...befriended him, he said that there’s a kids camp going on soon? Is it too late to get Del into that?” I asked hopefully.

“No not at all,” Jack smiled before he got another form for me to fill out for Del before he revealed that the camp was for the next day so we spent some time shopping and getting Del proper gear then went home to make the best feast I could for Ryker, I had to go back to the butcher shop to get bone marrow though.

“Hey,” Adam greeted brightly.

“Hey, I need bone marrow.” I informed him, not seeing the split bones in the meat case, but hoping that they had some anyway.

“What kind?” Adam asked and I’m taken aback by the fact that they would have more than one kind to offer.

“Beef and if you have beef femurs I’ll need the shafts halved so I can scoop out the marrow easier.” I tell him.

“Ok, how much will you need?” Adam asked.

“Like whole femurs? 2.” I tell him as he nods and then he goes back into the back and relays that information before I hear the bone saw turn on and start whirling as I take my phone out and check my emails and messages and such while I wait. Not seeing how Ryker has driven past my car slowly, ogling it before he pulled his truck around to the back to pick up meat order real quick for the restaurant.

“Hey, who’s old camaro is out front?” He asks the other butchers before they look to each other and then come out front to see the lime green glittering jewel parked in front of the shop and me and Del sitting in some chairs lining the wall as we wait for our order.

“Ma’am is that your car?” Harun asked.

“The green one? Yeah.” I nodded before Ryker recognized my voice and peeked around the corner to see me.

“Hey,” He greeted happily which made me smile brightly.

“Hey, I was just about to text you, do you like mushrooms?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” he nodded which made me grin.

“Do you like steak?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” he nodded eagerly.

“Lean or fatty?” I tilt my head.

“Fatty.” He answered as I beam a proud smile at him.

“Awesome. Are you allergic to anything food wise? Like nuts, gluten, pineapple, dairy, shellfish?” I asked.

“No,” he shook his head with an amused smile.

“Do you drink alcohol?” I asked next.

“..occasionally.” He admitted.

“Good, beer, wine or hard?” I asked next.

“Beer and I guess harder stuff occasionally.” He answered tentatively.

“Stouts, imperial stouts, porters, lagers, pale lagers, ales, dark ales, brown ales, pale ales, india pale ales, pilsners or bocks?” I asked next and you would have thought I was I was suddenly a pin up in a magazine the way all the butchers in the shop looked at me before they looked at Ryker to answer such a great question.

“Uh...all of those.” Ryker nodded, impressed.

“Good, dinner should be ready around 6 then.” I smile as Adam and Harun look from Ryker to me before they grinned knowingly at each other since they could smell the partial scenting Ryker had given me the day before when we were holding each other and got the others to go back into the back and get back to work.

“Hey what is she getting?” Ryker asked them as he pulled himself away to continue to gather his order as I get the best steaks in the shop for Ryker and myself and a leaner new york strip for Del who loves marbling but not chunks of fat from Adam who stayed in the front with me.

“Two beef femurs for bone marrow.” Harun answered as he continued to slice the femur shafts in half after cutting off the ends.

“Ooh, ok, give her another femur and put it on my tab please,” Ryker insisted.

“Ok,” Harun nodded as Ryker quickly got his order and put it in his truck before he got back in time for Harun to finish with my order.

“I got it.” He said as he took the box that the split femurs had been put into after they got weighed and brought it out.

“Did you need or want anything else?” Ryker asked hopefully as he gestured to the selection before I put my wrapped steaks that I had got into the box so I didn’t have to carry them separately.

“No,” I shook my head as I went to take the box from him.

“No, I got it, I’ll help you carry it out.” Ryker took a step back to keep me from taking it.

“Ok, Adam how much…” I asked as I turned my attention back to Adam.

“Dont’ worry about it, he took care of it.” Adam grinned as he nodded to Ryker who turned bashful.

“Aww, thank you so much.” I fawn before I lead the way and open the trunk for him before I get a cold bag to put the femurs and the steaks into that to stay cool as Ryker got a peek at the other groceries in the trunk, his curiosity piqued to see what I would do with them all.

“So this is your car?” Ryker asked.

“Yup, Michael restored this himself as a teenager, I’m talking like 12/13 kind of teenager because his grandfather was a mechanic. It’s pretty but it just doesn’t have air conditioning and I haven’t really gotten around to getting an air conditioner to retro fit it.” I answered.

“Are you into cars?” I asked curiously.

“Not really no.” Ryker confessed.

“Good.” I nodded.

“Wait what?” Ryker asked in confusion. Weren’t most women into guys who were into cars?

“This car was my husbands other woman our entire married lives.” I revealed.

“Oh,” Ryker replied then looks disgusted. “I mean this car is really nice but not compared to…” Ryker gestured to me. “You know, goddess divine.” Ryker finished as he pretended to bow in front of me and my jaw dropped before I just closed the difference and kissed him. Just a quick peck on the lips, but it was all I needed.

“I can not begin to tell you how much I appreciate that. Thank you.” I just have to thank him. “I’ll see you later Handsome.” I wink as my cheeks are burning red before I get back in the car where Del is still sitting there playing games on her phone and thankfully oblivious before Ryker waives and watches me drive away, his heart swooning because his mate just kissed him and he felt like he was floating on air back into the butchershop.

“So explain to me how she’s been in town for two days and she’s already half scented.” Adam put to him.

“Yeah about that...” Ryker began before he explained what the situation was and what had happened and what he witnessed and what you just revealed to him before Adam was satisfied that things were going as well as they were.

I spent the rest of the day cooking some of my best dishes and Ryker thankfully texts me before he comes so I have time to get myself ready because while I like surprises, when my dinner guests are coming- is not one of them and he comes with two huge bouquets of flowers which please Del and I a lot because the only time Michael got me flowers was our anniversary and even then it was begrudgingly.

“Ok, so this is some of my better cooking so please judge kindly.” I warn him as we sit down at the little table which is big enough for our plates and drinks and little else and Ryker was actually tickled that I had gotten him really good beer to drink, a growler from the Silver Bullet because they crafted their own beer there.

“You’re not having any?” He asked when he noticed I was drinking the wine he sent instead.

“No, I can have one every once in a while if I’m not eating anything else that is going to tax my system, but otherwise the brewers yeast in beer blows me up like a balloon and it’s very painful. Just...yeast in general does that to me, one of the challenges of having Crohn’s disease.” I shrugged. “But everyone else in my family quite enjoys beer , really good beer especially because they’re all beer snobs so that’s why I know as much as I do about it. That and I just don’t like the taste or the bitterness of it. I like sweet and fruity much better anyway which is exactly what this is- so it’s not like I feel deprived or anything.” I explained as I gestured to the wine bottle as Del drinks her caprisun in a wineglass because she wanted to feel fancy too.

“Oh, ok.” Ryker nodded before we dug into the meal.

I nearly fell out of my chair laughing at the faces and noises Ryker made eating my food. He was moaning at my death by cheese mac and cheese, he was practically drooling at my twice baked potatoes, he was keening at my alcoholic's candied yams, he was doing the Home Improvement grunting growl at my mushroom risotto and his eyes were nearly rolling into the back of his head eating my perfectly cooked tomahawk steak with a bone marrow and butter mix that I let melt over the steaks before I heaped the steaks with the most amazing blend sauteed mushrooms that featured portabello, oyster, shitake, trumpet and porcini along with the king- morelles that were cooked in the same butter bone marrow mix and that were put not only into the risotto but on top of the steaks and the bone marrow butter left over was the butter melt for the steaks. He felt he had died and gone to food heaven because he could literally taste all the love and comfort in each bite.

“I don’t know what your definition of fairly decent is, but you are like leagues and miles and fathoms so far above “fairly decent” in my book. Like I’m ready to sell all of my earthly possessions just for these recipes.” Ryker praised when he managed to come up for air which made me incredibly happy to hear and the kind of praise I thrive on.

“Well are you willing to trade recipes?” I asked hopefully.

“Yes,” Ryker immediately agreed before I took out the papers I would need to write down the recipes on and handed the rest of the notebook to him along with an extra pen.

“Start with that cheesecake.” I urge him before he eagerly takes my pen and writes down all the other recipes he knows off the top of his head as I do the same for the dishes he’s eating as Del just looks between the two of us curiously.

“So...are you dating my mom now?” Del asked Ryker.

“Are you ok with that?” Ryker asked tentatively.

“Depends. Are you violent?” Del asked and the look on Ryker’s face told me he was both shocked and heartbroken that that was the first question she would ask.

“No.” Ryker shook his head no before he looked at me to either confirm or deny what was going through his head.

“Good, neither was Michael and violence will not be tolerated in our family.” I simply explain before Ryker blew out a breath of relief.

“And let me assure you that I would never bring it into your family either.” Ryker assured both me and Del which pleased us both.

“Do you get frustrated easily?” She asked.

“No.” Ryker shook his head.

“We do, we need someone to be the cool calm collected one.” I explained as he nodded in understanding.

“Do you smoke? Or use any tobacco products or illicit drugs of any kind or even misuse prescription drugs?” She asked.

“No.” Ryker shook his head.

“Good, neither do we, also something we won’t tolerate.” I note as he nods in agreement to that.

“Obviously you drink, how often do you get drunk?” She asked as she looked from his beer to him, her own judgemental looks weighing him as she grills him harder than I grilled dinner.

“Very rarely.” He answered truthfully.

“Thank God.” I mutter in relief.

“How often is “very rarely”?” Del questioned.

“I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve gotten drunk. Once when I was 16 when my dad died and I found a bottle of vodka to drown my grief and the second time was when I turned 21, that’s it.” He answered truthfully.

“And were you a mean drunk?” She asked.

“No.” He shook his head no. “Apparently I just talked nonsense when I did.”

“Ok, my mom gets sick a lot and can’t clean the house all the time and my dad had to do the laundry and stuff. How do you feel about housework, is it beneath you at all?” She asked.

“I can definitely do laundry and dishes and all that no problem, plus, you know I am a chef, I can cook too.” He offered.

“Good. My dad couldn’t cook and could barely make mac and cheese. My dad spent all his time on the car and our other vehicles and his computer playing games and watching things I was not allowed to watch and alienated us, will you do that too?” She asked with sorrowful eyes and Ryker’s own eyes got a little glassy.

“No,” Ryker reassured her.

“Do you hunt?” She asked hopefully.

“Uh, sort of?” Ryker answered.

“Do you hunt with a gun or a bow and arrow?” She asked as she tilted her head.

“It’s a secret.” Ryker decided.

“Tell me.” Del’s eyes went wide with excitement before he leaned down and got really close and told her all about Hearthway Hollow and how it’s actually a community of werewolves and how it all worked which she soaked up like a sponge and was completely invested in everything he told her before talked about how he lost his dad and his mom and how he lived with Shahan and his family for a while then talked about how he became a chef and opened the restaurant before we traded stories about our lives as the three of us got to know each other better.

Ryker stayed and helped clean up and I can not begin to tell you how nice it was to have someone to do the dishes with side by side. And after dinner we sat in the living room before we watched a movie- Ratatouilie of all movies and when Del fell asleep- Ryker picked her up and carried her upstairs and tucked her into bed since she was too big for me to carry and even though I really wanted him to stay over- he remained a gentleman and simply kissed me sweetly goodnight.

The next day I dropped Del off at the camp and got to meet more of the community before I decided to go to the pool because while I love to fish in ponds, swimming in them with all the algae- not so much. Plus I did just get a new bathing suit and beach gear, can’t have it go to waste.

I can’t help but smile as I see all the heads turn when I get to the pool which is located right next to the park and when I get there I see a group of teenage boys get a pizza delivered- I have a wicked idea. I wonder if Guillermo’s would deliver here so I go online to get the number of the restaurant and call to ask and to my surprised delight, not only is the waitress taking my order the same waitress I had when I was there the other day, I found out that they do deliver and I order tacos.

“Ryker!” Aime called out.

“Yeah?” Ryker called back as he was in the middle of prepping ingredients.

“Take out order.” She said as she handed the ticket itself to Ryker to look at.

“Ok..” Ryker frowned before he read the ticket and realized who the order was from and where the order was going to.

“Yeah I got this.” Ryker nodded to her as he made the tacos in addition to more surprises before he quickly made the order himself and quickly left to deliver it.

I patiently waited as I floated on the pool noodles in the pool, being mindful of the other patrons as I kept my eyes fixed on the entrance, hoping and willing I would see Ryker coming through and nearly ran on the water’s surface when he walked through the door, his eyes searching for me before I waved at him as I eagerly got out of the pool to meet him.

Ryker felt like he was watching me in slow motion as the water seemed to cling to my voluptuous curves before cascading down my body as I noticed those boys seemed to have gone silent all of a sudden too because my breasts were jiggling from my effort too.

“Hey Handsome.” I greeted as I took off my sunglasses to look up at him as my sunhat was like a halo around my head.

“Hey Beautiful, you know next time- you could just text me.” Ryker grins as he hands me my food.

“I will,” I nod. “How much do I owe you?” I ask as I nod to the food.

“Nothing.” Ryker shook his head.

“Can I at least give you a tip?” I ask coyly and bat my eyes suggestively before he flipped his baseball cap backwards to duck his head down and kiss me firmly, grabbing me up in his arms and squeezing me to him until I run out of breath and have to break the kiss to catch it again before he pulls away and I see that I got him all wet and we both laugh.

“Eat up before it gets too cold.” Ryker urges me before he pulls himself away from me.

“I need to get a job as a delivery boy.” One of the boys said to the others before I strutted over to my sunchair and dig into what Ryker brought me, knowing I have unleashed the monster now. I’ll have to be careful to choose when I call for him because I have no doubt he will come when I call and I know I will do the same.

#@momolady #Hearthway Hollow #Chef Ryker #commission #fanfic of commission

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morphituu · 5 years ago

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Milagro

Chapter 2: At Last

Ch. 1 -

A long yawn interrupted his reading of the paper in hand, and he tightened his broad body, pressing as deep as possible into the passenger seat. The briefing was bland as usual, same thing every week. A compiled stack of papers that amounted to possible sightings of Bright’s or wand activity, their locations, dates, descriptions he had to skim over in case anything seemed familiar. It was mind numbing, but if it kept him out of the hole for the incident years ago with Tikka, he’d bear it. His mind might collapse in on itself in the process though.

Activity seemed to have kicked up around the outskirts of LA, but there was nothing to be alarmed about if the paperwork was any say indication of it. If there had been, Nick would’ve been sat in a cramped office with MTF, answering the same questions he’d memorized perfectly in order from all the years of interrogations.

He chuffed silently, rolling a peppercorn from his pasta he’d taken for lunch between his canines.

The last few pages were always dedicated to Tikka and the grave importance of her being apprehended, but still, nothing sparked his interest or alerted him, not even the paragraph where there was a supposed sighting in San Diego. He just couldn’t believe she’d wander back to LA after what happened.

Nick folded the papers and stuffed them in the glove compartment. Everything there he’d heard that morning, anyways.

Instead he scrolled through his phone as he took hearty bites of the pasta, mindlessly looking through Facebook videos and news articles- same shit, different day. Nick rarely liked anything on Instagram; he’d only gotten it so Callie could tag him in the long stream of photos she posted, detailing their everyday life and sometimes the more private aspects. Cautious he was about staring down at his lover in some of the revealing photos while working. Popping a boner was dangerous on the job.

He opened another app, observing where they were that day and grinned before flashing over to message Callie.

Its the size of an apple today

The drivers side door yanked open and another officer climbed in, slamming the door behind himself.

“Chill out,” Nick mumbled, taking another bite but leaving the fork between his teeth, reading her reply.

Really cause i feel like i have an eggplant in me

He smirked. Stick my eggplant in you if you want

“They act like I’m fucking contagious or something,” the younger Orc spat, and Nick snorted.

“Get used to it,”

“No respect- not even for a cop,” he went on, unwrapping his sandwich hotly.

“You’re telling me stuff I already know, kid,” Nick exhaled, stifling a chuckle when Callie responded, Only if you bring me home more cheeeese

“When did they stop harassing you?” the rookie asked, looking at Nick with worried brows. Nick’s head leaned back against the headrest, running his tongue over his filed tusks as he thought it over, but in the end, grinning again.

“When you joined,” Nick smiled sarcastically and his young partner looked down to his sandwich dispondantly. “It gets easier when they get used to you,”

“Or when another Orc joins and carries the burden…” Sergey mumbled, taking a bite of his sandwich. Nick nodded indifferently. Sergey was quite young compared to when Nick finally made it into the Academy and onto being an officer, but he had a good heart despite being a little skittish and hot headed at times. His tusks had been filed like Nick’s, but he’d been blooded young- something about resuscitating a toddler at a pool, ah, he couldn’t remember. Not like he could gloat about his own blooding. Either way, it meant most Orcs didn’t chastise him like they had Nick, which in turn made their jobs a little easier.

“It’s bullshit,” Sergey chuffed.

"You wanted to join- that’s on you. What’s bullshit is Heig making us work the afternoon before the banquet,” Nick reasoned, returning to the message.

Im getting a costco bag this time. Does pucca need food?

“You’re going?” Sergey asked, a cheekful of sub.

“We have to go,”

“Oh fuck- Dura is going to kill me. I told her we didn’t have to go,” he griped, holding his head.

“Anytime the LAPD is doing something expect to have to go,”

His phone vibrated in his hand again. Nah she’s good. Im off at 4 today

Nick finished the last bite of his food before replying, Okay. Dont forget to take your vitamin

“You’re taking Callie?” Sergey asked, looking over to Nick yawning again and sliding down his seat as he stretched as best he could in the cramped space.

“Wouldn’t go without her,” he told him, his phone face down on his chest.

“Gonna tell people tonight?” the young Orc piped, his ears twitching when Nick side eyed him. Nosey little asshole.

“Not like we could hide it. If anyone says anything to her I might throw a table,” Nick grumbled.

“Even if, it’s none of their business. People delve into others shit for their daily dose of drama and then don’t want to assume any of the responsibility afterwards. Like humans abandoning babies,” Sergey rattled, his accent coming forth a little.

Nick had turned his shoulders in his seat, looking at him a little aghast. “Such depth- is that why Dura puts up with you?”

“It is because I’m the darkest hue of grey she’s ever seen.” he flaunted, earning a scoff from Nick. It was true- Sergey was a very muted color compared to most Orcs that were painted in swirls of green or blue tones.

Nick’s shoulder radio sounded, and the two listened for the call to the accident. Sergey took a couple more heaving bites of his sandwich as Nick responded, instructing him to turn on the lights before siren until they’d pulled onto the street.

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His day closed around 2, uneventful, and he liked it that way. Coming home pissed off wasn’t necessarily a bad thing when Callie willingly offered herself up as a sexual ragdoll for him to blow off steam, but being in more delicate condition meant having to withhold some of the roughness she adored. He was left with time to head to Costco before he had to pick her up, which by this time on a Friday, would be packed, and her method of dealing with rude shoppers who bumped into her uncaringly was… hostile, to say the least.

Nick grinned to himself as he palmed the wheel to park the truck. Already so protective.

He wandered aimlessly, up and down the aisles, grabbing this and that, knowing he was forgetting something that he’d only remember once home; it happened every time. He grabbed the massive bag of shredded cheese and moved on with his cart, snatching samples as he passed the small stands. As always, he stopped to look over the books, mostly for himself, but kept an eye out for a new Stephen King novel- yep, there it was. Now Callie would have something to do during her appointments that seemed to drag on and on for hours. But another one caught his eye and he picked it up.

Multi-race Baby Names: 1000+ Choices for Your Little Surprise

Nick scoffed. “Surprise?” he said under his breath. 1000, huh? That was also placed in the cart and purchased.

The drive to the bank was decent. In that neighborhood, people drove angrily, like they were the only ones that mattered on the road. It resulted in him flashing his badge at a particular asshole who kept trying to shove his way in front of Nick when the lanes merged. Nick couldn’t help but laugh a little sarcastically. Years in, and he was over being prim and proper just so people wouldn’t mind the Orc cop.

He parked the truck in front, pulling out his phone to tell her he was waiting.

He thumbed through the book he got for himself, reading the preface as he snacked from a monstrous box of crackers he’d bought; Sci-fi was becoming a new favorite of his.

A soft, carrying whistle caught his attention and he looked up, smiling at the pretty face that tuned the two-note whistle as she walked to the truck, her growing belly poking out from between the smartly pressed jacket she wore over her dress suit.

“Hey baby,” Nick said as she struggled to hoist herself up into the truck, tossing her bag to the floorboard along with her folder packed with paperwork, grunting when she curled over her stomach. “How was work?”

“I’m on the verge of firing Isabel. I’ve never met someone so fucking lazy and sorry for themselves, ugh! And she always attacks people for being more committed than her? She tried to get on me for being branch manager and I was this close-” she basically mashed her thumb and index together, “This close to knocking her on her ass,” she leaned over to give him a quick kiss.

“Don't forget you’re preg-”

“I didn’t work my ass off to feel bad that she can’t manage to make it in 3 of the 6 days she works-” she angrily tied her hair up. “Fuck that,” she yanked the seatbelt over her stomach, arching her back to better settle in the seat and slipping an ankle under her thigh once kicking off a heel. “And I need maternity clothes. I can’t keep squeezing into these shirts,” she huffed, letting her head bounce back against the seat with a hard exhale. “Fuck I’m winded,”

“Little thing getting too big already?” he asked affectionately, backing out of the spot.

“Your dad was right when he said you’d make big babies,” she smirked.

“We could skip the banquet and go shopping,” he tried, flashing a devious grin but only receiving an unamused glare in return.

“I didn’t spend all that money on a dress to let it go to waste. You can’t weasel your way out of the suit,”

“I hate suits,” he grumbled, his hand instinctively moving to her stomach when he pulled up to a busy road he had to turn onto.

“Mhm. Did you get the cheese?”

“And a few other things,” he motioned to the box in the backseat. Her legs bounced in excitement at the newest Stephen King, but she passed it to look over the baby names, also pulling a cheese stick from her purse as she flipped through the pages.

“We should also make a list of names we won’t use,” she commented dryly, and he snorted.

“Like?”

“Bog- Bogdub?” she pronounced slowly, her nose scrunching. “I like Lorn though. Shat? Shat is a name?” she exclaimed.

“Really old name,” he palmed the wheel as they pulled into a drive-thru across the street, lowering his window. “What’ya want?”

“You’re getting takeout?” her brows drew in together.

“There’s only gonna be snacks and drinks at the thing,”

“Oh, okay, eehhmm… 2 five-layered burritos with guac and crema,” she said through the corner of her mouth.

“Better not have fish in it,”

“It’s a Taco Bell, mensito.” she ribbed, his flat look making her giggle.

They drove home with pleasant conversation drifting between them, his hand remaining on her stomach and his thumb rubbing absentmindedly over the baby that had caused an unexpected bout of nausea that morning, but had subsided in time for her to order her favorite item on the menu.

Once home, he carried their bags and Costco purchases in one hand and kept his other arm around her shoulders, pulling her tightly against his side to plant firm kisses on her temple, Callie pushing half-heartedly against his chest as she laughed against his affections. Pucca was already barking inside, jumping at eye level excitedly once the door had opened.

Both of them took the time to smother her with kisses and silly questions about how her day was, the chubby pitbull wiggling side to side to keep up with the lightning speed of her wagging tail as her parents showered her with love.

Callie only bothered enough to take off her jacket and unbutton her shirt once sat at the table, far too eager to dig into her meal with Pucca’s chin rested on her thigh; she gave her little scraps, baby talking endlessly to the pretty eyed pitbull. Nick had started sitting at an angle in his seat beside her, making room on his lap for her restless feet so she didn’t fidget uncomfortably.

“What time is the thing tonight?”

“Six,” Nick barely got out. She had a brilliant habit of asking him something whenever his mouth was full.

She twisted her wrist to look at her watch. “Doesn’t leave much time to get ready,”

“Don’t rush. As long as we show up it’s fine,”

The final bite of her food washed down her throat with her drink, standing to ball her wrappers and toss them.

“I’m gonna shower real quick.” she called from the kitchen, speed walking as she pulled her dress shirt down her arms, Pucca at her heels.

“Mhm,” unconsciously he hummed around his food, pushing some around with his fork when his eyes flickered up in realization. He sat straight with his neck extended, listening intently from the table; the shower curtain rings scraping across the pole, the water springing from the shower head. Nick started to cover his food and gather his trash, his eyes remaining trained on the entrance to the hallway.

By the time it was all shoved crudely into the takeout bag, he was on his feet, and had heard the shower curtain open and close again.

There was no reason to, but he still tiptoed down the hall as he pulled his shirt forward from his shoulder blades, pushing his face into the cracked door so it opened a little more.

Thinking of how the water streamed down her naked body only provoked his eagerness, which in turn made him a little clumsy in his impatience to push his pants and briefs down and yank his socks off.

“Nick?” she called loudly from the other side of the curtain, and he took the opportunity to poke his head in.

“Yeah?”

She spun with a short screech, her hands hidden in her bubbly, lathered hair.

“What’re you doing?” she started to grin, scratching her scalp as he stepped into the narrow shower, now even more of a tighter fit with a wide shouldered Orc before her.

“I needed a shower too,” he said against her neck, partially squatting to wrap his arms around her middle, her distended stomach right below his pecs. He tried to hide his flinch when the searing water ran over his scalp, and she laughed at the way he tensed and grunted.

He flinched from under it, wincing as he spit some from his mouth. “S’like fire,”

“Only way to get clean,” she smirked, bending back under the water to shake her fingers between her soaked tresses, the raining shampoo following the curves and dips of her body.

Nick felt his eyes heavy, as well as his breathing when he watched how her honey-golden skin shone from the miniscule light coming in. He was already salivating, inhaling deeply to find her scent, but there was too much steam and the smell of her fragrant shampoo around them.

The soft brush of his touch across her nipples shot goosebumps down her sides, her eyes opening to find his burning ambers as he stepped into her space. His thumbs rolling and swiping stirred a soft sigh from Callie and her arms fell around his shoulders loosely when he leaned down to adorn her wet skin with kisses and soft bites, his hands catching the curve of her back when she craned backwards.

His tongue was hotter than the water running over them, his nipping, sharp teeth a pleasant shock every now and then, either around a nipple or biting along the soft sides of her breasts.

“No point in a shower if you’re gonna be dirty,” she murmured when he fisted his hand in her hair after standing straight, a hard kiss to follow.

“Dirty is better than filthy,” he growled, and she smiled when he gripped her bare ass.

“Says you,”

He eyed her, wanting nothing more than to sink his teeth into her again, but also fuck her until she was blind. Her soft touch grazing up his hardened dick made him grunt, his eyes fluttering when she pumped him.

“Mhm,” she kissed into his jaw, then down his neck, finally resting back on her heels when she reached his chest. “You like it dirty, don’t you?” she questioned seductively, un-needing of an answer; she knew.

Nick shuddered in anticipation as she kissed down his chiseled belly, her hands dragging down his ass and thighs. A soft kiss at his inner hip started a hard tremble in his legs; that was his pressure point she only sometimes took advantage of. Finally she gazed up at him as she took his hard member into her hands, finding his desperate eyes.

It always left his mind a pile of useless muscle when she did this. He’d before questioned inwardly how she’d become so good at the way she took his dick to the back of her throat and rotated her hands so perfectly along his shaft at the same time, but by the time the question arose in him this time, he was already bracing himself against the shower wall, his hips rocking into her hot mouth.

And she encouraged it. She’d pull on his hips when he slowed, her attentive touch winding up his clenching stomach, her eyes keeping his when she’d let him fall from her hot mouth onto her chin- fuck, that thin string of spit made him whimper- before letting him rock back in, his direction the only guide back between her lips.

Nick pressed his face into his arm, exhaling harshly when she squeezed along his shaft. Forget the hot water running down his back, or the drops waterfalling over his shoulders- all he could focus on was the soft scrape of her teeth and the way her tongue shaped to his girth perfectly.

“Fuck, Callie,” he ground out, fighting with every shread of restraint left not to pin her arms above her head and fuck her face.

“Feeling filthy?” she teased, her tongue gliding up along the underside of his dick.

Nick shivered.

She gasped as he lifted her from under her arms in a flash, holding her face to kiss her harshly.

His rigid cock was rested against her stomach, and already her hands were around him again, stroking up to his head where her thumb could swipe over the tip and move the thick beads of precum around.

“Stop,” he breathed heavily, again squatting before her, but to pull up from under her ass until her legs wrapped around him.

Her stomach hadn’t grown big enough to stop this… yet.

A wavering moan fell from him when he merely brushed against her cunt while carefully hooking his arms under her knees, his palms flat against the tile wall.

She was open, and ready, and he didn’t need to smell her to know she’d been prepared for this since he first stepped into the shower. He could see it in the feral glint of her caramel pools, and her mouth hung open, her full lips begging to be kissed.

But Nick liked to take his time.

Despite her pleas, he pushed in agonizingly slow, always groaning loudly for that first slide in.

She kissed him with abandon, her blunt nails pinching every so often as he loved her from tip to base, the deep pumps leaving her limp in his hold.

“Apurate,” she sighed, her tongue lapping against his teasingly. She tasted like the water dripping down their faces, her lips still soft as he stole a few slow pecks.

“Shut your big mouth,” he played, hissing when she bit down on his bottom lip. He snapped his hips forward once, a gasp falling from her wide smile.

“You like my big mouth,”

“Yeah when it’s around my big dick,”

“Oo, getting cocky?” she asked, clinging to him when he fired into her. Callie’s head fell back, her body thrusting up and down against the wall as he fucked her, gazing down at her bouncing breasts. She cursed, and cried, her toes curling on either side of him.

“Keep saying cock,” he groused, kissing her turned jaw.

“Then fuck me harder with that big cock,” she simpered, watching one of his hairless brows rise before her repositioned his feet and fucked her without restraint.

Immediately she locked up, under an assault she couldn’t flee from, but squirming from this would be foolish when he so perfectly caressed her hidden treasure, turning her words to clustered cries and sending her eyes rolling back into her skull.

“Yes-” she choked, heavy hands holding his face. “Fuck me, fuck me just like that,” she near laughed, smiling widely as the bliss started its slow build-up.

He kissed her sparingly, unwanting of those delicious moans to be smothered, stifling his own so he could hear clearly the way she begged in his name. It sounded like a holy prayer, the way it rolled off her tongue; it made him feel like he was the one to be worthy of worship.

“Baby-,” he panted, dropping his face to her neck when his groin area started to tighten. “Baby I’m gonna cum,”

“Not yet,” she begged, “Just a lil’ longer,”

But he continued, entranced completely.

“Nick,” she breathed, and he had enough power in him to stop from thrusting back in, his head hidden inside her smooth pussy. No way he could stay like this for long. He was teetering on the brink, wanting so badly to throw himself over that brilliant edge.

“Rub your clit,” he ordered, and watched, and moaned, fighting the burning urge to fuck her again as she rubbed her swollen clit rapidly.

“Do you like it?” she asked, but his head didn’t lift as he nodded, daring a slow, single pump as she carried on. His arms shook from the power of his hands pressing into the shower wall.

“Do you still wanna fuck me?” she whispered, grinning at the desperation in his face.

“Don’t do that,” he whined, daring another slow pump, pressing tight enough into her that she moved up the wall.

“Fuck me then,” she moaned, her breath fluttering. Nick recognized that. “Fuck me,”

He obeyed, a loud, shuddering moan coming forth as he shifted back into that steady rhythm again.

“You’re gonna make me cum baby,” her voice was peaking, her head hanging forward as the once flawless flicks of her wrist became erratic, and then her hand pulled back altogether. ”Oh there, oh there-”

There was a long moment of her eyes pinched shut and jaw hung before she let go of her long symphony of moans, her hips circling as much as possible as the euphoria stretched across her shaking form.

It only took a few pulses of her pussy around him to finally have him falling into that pool of ecstasy, pressed balls deep into her quivering cunt as he drained in her, thick shots of semen pulsing from his dick again and again.

Where once the water splashing down them had been forgotten, it was now preventing her from holding around his shoulders comfortably, and he at last looked at her, bumping her nose a few times as they both struggled to even their breathing.

“We need to bathe in holy water after that,” she cracked, and he snorted, placing a few good kisses on her cheek before carefully letting her down. It was almost comical the way he popped from her, grunting quietly when his still shrinking dick felt vulnerable without her warmth around him.

“Now I’m too lazy to finish,” she sighed, a hand over her tightened stomach and the other reaching to pump conditioner in her palm, uncaring of the aftermath leaking down the insides of her thighs.

“So I guess you washing my back is out of the question?” he pouted.

“Only if you wash me first,” she played, her long hair held up in a wet pile atop her head.

Callie hadn’t actually expected him to, but when he squeezed a tiny mountains worth of her silky body wash into his palm, she turned, already turning to jelly in his hold as he massaged it all along her body. Across her menacing crow tattoo that adorned her shoulder blades, and down her toned arms to her hands that he cupped in his, wrapping them around herself when he circled her.

She turned her cheek into his kiss, relishing in his sturdy chest against her back and his protective hands holding either side of her stomach.

Now he could smell her- even above the body wash. There was Callie’s vanilla, and the savory essence of pregnancy that reminded him of her blood he’d savored when he first bit her, and now there was him, seasoning her like the final pinch to a perfect dish.

She was all of them- a tailor made perfume just for him.

One hand lingered over her stomach where the other moved around her, holding close what he owed his happiness to. But alarming pride also coarsed through him. Seeing her grow with pregnancy made him animalistic, almost; there was nothing like seeing evidence of what he’d done with his mate literally show before him like that.

“I did this,” he declared softly, fingertips pressing mindfully into her round belly. “I put a baby in you,”

She reached back to hold his opposite cheek, planting a few lingering kisses on the one closest to her. “That’s your baby.”

Pulling on the tux and making sure everything was tucked and buttoned neatly had been easy up to this point. The YouTube tutorial was doing little to help his fat fingers loop and pull the tie into anything that could actually pass as a tie, and he slipped it from around his neck angrily, the fitted fabric of the black tux around his shoulders already bothering him.

“Fuckin’... piece of shit,” he hissed under his breath. “Fuck this,”

He stalked towards their room, pushing Pucca down when she jumped at his thigh. “If you get fur on this your mom will kill me.” She still wagged her butt, whining after him as he walked down the hall. That’s when it hit him; fucking lint rollers! He stomped the rest of the way to the room, pissed at his own inability to remember his entire purchase list when going to the store.

“Can you help me with… this,” he trailed off, rendered speechless.

The carnelian red material of the sheer gown flowed down her body softly like the calm running of water, changing shape only over her stomach that bulged beneath it. It pooled elegantly around her feet, and the thin straps of the shoulder and low cut back showed off the art adorning her body, especially the dark, menacing crow across her shoulder blades. She looked at him curiously as he detailed her long hair pulled into a loose twist, some locks falling around her face and neck, just a glimpse of the silver earrings dangling and the small stars beside her brow ridge.

“How do I look?” she asked, tentatively, her thigh and knee poking from the high cut of the dress.

His mouth opened to utter everything; gorgeous, beautiful, perfect, astounding- but he was left with nothing but his hand on his chest, unable to take his eyes from his ecstatically beautiful lover.

“Lat're ij goddeukuk,” he uttered, finally, but not knowing what he’d said, she looked back to the mirror, her hands running down the curve of her belly and cupping underneath.

“Think people can tell?” she asked.

He grinned, proudly. “People can tell,”

That’s my baby.

She nodded, turning to grab his tie and loop it around his collar. “I’m nervous,” she said softly, her thin fingers manipulating the material expertly.

“You both look beautiful,” he said, and she grinned, her eyes still on the tie. “So good that I can’t imagine how you’d look in a wedding dress,”

“I’m not-”

“Getting married pregnant, I know,” he griped, a little sourly.

Her hands moved to hold his face, stood on her toes and craning her neck for a kiss until he leaned the rest of the way down. He exhaled, holding her sides as her thumbs smoothed his chiseled cheekbones, her kisses soothing away what little disappointment sat on his heart.

“You will one day?” he asked huskily, enveloping her mouth for a deeper caress as his fingers curled into the sheer material of the dress.

“Calista Jakoby is too good of a name to pass up. And that police pension.” she grinned, yelping when he smacked her ass.

With the tie braided artfully and her heels slipped on as she steadied herself against him, she grabbed her clutch and phone as he grabbed the keys, planting a few kisses on Pucca’s head before closing the door behind them.

She half jogged to the truck when the cold of the night pricked her exposed skin, and this time he helped her into her seat, making sure her dress didn’t catch in the door. The heater was cranked once inside, noting the goosebumps already rising on her arms and again they rode with his hand over her stomach.

“Rosie is salty she wasn’t invited,” Callie grinned, flashing the long rants worth of messages from her sister.

“Paramedics aren’t as cool,”

“Oh you’re gonna get on her about that again?”

“If she keeps mocking about seeing me at that doughnut shop, which I was at for you,”

“To be fair that was too good of a joke to pass up on.” Callie simpered, laughing when he squeezed her knee.

Valet took his truck when they arrived, surprisingly complimentary of the LAPD, and Callie kept her clutch against her stomach when Nick offered his elbow, walking up the dazzling stairs carpeted in rich red and stunning gold linings. He felt a little out of place being at such an upper class location but Callie fit right in, like she should’ve always attended sparkling events such as this.

They passed a few familiar officers chatting in the marble lobby, and she almost forgot to keep her chin lifted confidently as they took double takes at her obvious condition.

“That makes me feel like a walking attraction,” she intoned.

“Don’t be so full of yourself, they were obviously looking at me.” he corrected, evoking a giggle.

They boarded the elevator, both looking around at the exquisite space that looked like it belonged in New York amongst the ultra rich, not LA.

She turned, finding one of the walls to be a mirror, and took her phone from her clutch.

“C’mere,” she called, and he stood behind her, posing against her back as she beamed in the photo. There were silly ones; of him holding her up as she craned back, pretending to bite her neck, and there were raunchier ones of her ass pressed into his hips he couldn’t help but laugh at.

“That ones for Instagram.” she chimed, depositing her phone back in her clutch as they made it to the upper floor.

The music boomed through the wide hall they walked through to enter the banquet room, the tables lining the walls littered with fellow officers and their wives or husbands, some with kids dressed elegantly. All had a look to dish to Callie, who was in the small handful of other woman wearing something besides the normal neutral colored gowns, but then they saw the stomach, and their conversations shifted. Nick hadn’t told anyone at work beside Sergey and Ward, so this was the night the news was breaking: the Orc finally knocked her up.

They stood at the entrance, overlooking all the tables and people, the dance floor a little sparse besides Nick’s captain dancing poorly with his band of merry men. She scoffed.

“I’m already over this.” Nick stated, fixing the cuff around his wrist.

“Jakoby!”

They turned to find Sergey walking up to them, a wide smile and also in a fitted tux with his girlfriend close behind.

“Hey kid,” Nick nodded in his direction, greeting Dura quickly.

“Miss Callie, my favorite human,” Sergey said in a silly manner, a little smitten as he hugged her tightly.

“Hi sweetie- hi Dura!” Callie said excitedly, hugging the lean female Orc behind him that was cloaked in a strapless, deep green gown with diamond embroidery beneath the bust and equally dazzling hoops hanging off her pointed ears.

“Oh my god you’re finally showing!” Dura whined lovingly, holding Callie’s sides after she hugged her. “Any kicks yet? This lug won’t tell me anything,” she jabbed her thumb in Sergey’s direction, but he only rolled his ochre eyes.

He wouldn’t let me say a word to anyone,” Sergey directed the blame to Nick.

“Yeah cause that was so difficult for you,” Nick grumbled.

“Y’all Fogteeth need to stop congregating in public like this,” Ward piped in, walking up from behind Nick before giving him the handshake. Their interaction wasn’t as constant since Nick had finished his first year, but they made it a point to still meet up for lunches or when Ward needed help in his yard. “How ya doin’ mamas?” he moved to hug Callie, placing a kiss on her cheek.

“Ahh, depends on the day,” she grinned, leaning sideways. “Hi Sherri,” she flashed a dazzling smile, effectively warding off Daryl’s salty wife who didn’t look half bad in her royal blue dress. Hair was a little tacky along with those ridiculous nails, though.

“My goodness, look at this,” Daryl held her sides, patting a couple times. “How long ‘til he gets to meet his uncle?”

“Got about 5 more months,” Nick said, loosening his tie. Callie pulled his hands down, mumbling to stop messing with his suit.

“You know I still don’t understand how you were able to keep quiet about this but I can’t get him to shut up about fuckin’ veggies- just in my ear, all day when we have routes together,” Ward teased, the girls laughing as Nick chuffed loudly.

“You never shut up about your dead ass lawn…” Nick mumbled.

“Cause that shit you suggested still ain’t doing shit-”

“I’ve told you a hundred times-”

“I want a snack,” Callie butted in before they started bickering endlessly.

“Me too- come, tell me all about the little faushnu.” Dura said affectionately, the girls arms linking as they walked back to the tables loaded with sweets.

“Congrats, brother,” Ward clapped Nick on the back, making the Orc somewhat bashful.

“Yeah yeah, thanks.”

“Hey, did you get that briefing from Heig this morning?” He questioned, bumping Nick’s arm.

“For everyone?” Sergey butted in, listening curiously.

“Yeah- is there really another wand floating around?” Nick asked lowly, and Sergey’s eyes widened.

“A wand!?” Sergey exclaimed, and Nick hit his chest with the back of his hand. The young Orcs face tightened, his filed tusks showing momentarily from behind his angry pout.

“Do we really have to get involved in that shit again?”

“I don’t see why we would. What happened was one thing and this is another. I don’t want none of that shit in my business.” Ward explained, head shaking as he searched for Sherri.

“What shit?” Sergey tried again, but the other officers dropped it, leaving the rookie fuming.

A few hours in, and most of the men had removed their jackets and rolled up their sleeves, leaving Nick to follow suit promptly. Any longer and he would’ve lost his mind under the restricting fabric. Heig was alongside a few other deputies, all lined up across the stage as the mayor spoke highly of the LAPD, his shadowed eyes only aiding to a sense of lies alongside his smile.

Most watched, but a lot mingled amongst themselves still, uncaring of the announcements that could’ve been done at the station instead of this whole thing.

“Theadora,” Callie tried, scooping ice cream into her tiny spoon. Nick scrunched his nose.

“Elizabeth?” but now Callie shook her head.

“Why do we only ever suggest girl names?”

“I feel like I’d only make girls,” Nick shrugged, sipping his rum and coke. “Most of the firstborn in my family are girls,”

“Mm, maybe. What about Guillermo?”

“Wasn’t that Rosie’s…?”

She shook her head. “Benecio,”

“Ahh. Anyways- something I can pronounce please,”

That unnecessary part of the banquet ended in low applause, but Heig looked like he’d been handed the key to the city, standing under the hot lights and sweating like a hooker in church.

“He didn’t even get a medal or anything,” Nick commented dryly, and Callie looked at him with a knowing smile.

“Like you got? For being the biggest and baddest?” she asked, and he nodded, confidently.

“Damn right. That’s why that shits framed.” he wiggled his brows, smirking when she chuckled with the spoon between her teeth.

The men dispersed from the stage, the dance floor filling again with tipsy couples only embarrassing themselves as they flaunted their supposed dance skills.

Nick’s arm hung off the back of her chair, his fingers tracing designs on her arm when she leaned against him, whispering little nothings and the occasional joke as the minutes ticked by in their own little world. Ward ambled around, butting in and then wandering off again and again until Sherri kept him close, and the same went for Sergey. He was already tipsy by the time he flopped back into a chair beside Nick, asking where Dura was even though she’d been following him around for the past hour.

The seats started to fill up when the music slowed, sending most of the more lively attendees away to the drinks.

“Are you gonna ask me to dance?” Callie asked softly, and he looked down at her, his brow cocking.

“You’re gonna make me go out there?” he asked, and she smiled, nodding. He considered arguing, but he also knew how much she’d missed dancing since instructed by doctors to take it easy. With a defeated sigh, he rose, holding out his hand to help her stand and smooth down her dress. Nick lead her through the tables, thankful that a slower song had started lulling through the speakers; he didn’t have any skills to get down like she was capable of. But after years of watching Callie during recitals and performances, and gazing at her as she spun slow circles in their kitchen only to be dragged over, he knew enough.

With their hands held up, he spun her slowly, bringing forth a dazzling smile as he drew her in. The way he so tenderly ran his hands down her arms to her lower back made her sigh, her own inching up his chest as they fell into a steady, smooth swaying. His forehead bumped hers, catching her molten eyes that sparkled under the lights around them.

“You’ve been practicing?” She asked softly, her thumbs stroking his neck when her hands slid higher over his shoulders.

“Shuffling in a circle isn’t that hard,”

“Say that to my broken toes,” she teased, and he growled at her, only stirring another smile. “I’m joking. You’ve only broken one of my toes,”

“Keep it up and I’ll pass you to someone else,” he smirked, arm moving around her shoulder when she slipped hers around his waist. Callie beamed when he started to purr with their cheeks touching, the soft strokes against her shoulder blade from his wide, rough palm sending shivers down her sides.

“You’d never,”

“Don’t tempt me,”

Their shape was a little funny- her stomach prevented her from pressing flat against him like normal, but it still made him grin, just barely, to himself.

It was like they were dancing with their baby, softly lulling it like Callie talked about doing when she could hold it in her arms.

“If I can hold it in my arms,” she pouted, wiping the gel from her stomach after an ultrasound.

Nick frowned. “Why would you say that?”

“Cause this is the fourth time I’ve been pregnant, and I haven’t been able to name or hold any of them.” she told him, silencing any further rebuttle. No matter how grim that was, her words were valid.

His arms drew tighter, giving her a light squeeze. Every pregnancy, she was more disconnected than the last, afraid to become attached. He was already head over heels excited, but he had been the other times, too. It saddened him to see her pass by onesies and various other baby items when they’d go to stores, telling him, ‘we can wait a little longer’.

Let’s see if this one makes it, is what she really meant.

“Do you know how many times I had to stop myself from grabbing a glass of champagne tonight?” she said into his chest, shaking him from darker thoughts.

“If my kid comes out with an ear on their forehead I’m gonna punch you in the throat,” he grumbled, and grunted when she poked his sides.

“I want a day to get drunk after I deliver,” she looked up at him. “I miss our nights at Loco’s,”

“We still have fun without getting drunk,” he mouthed against her jaw, keeping his arms secured around her when she giggled and wiggled.

“We’ll have mommy and daddy days,” she decided, tucking her head back under his chin. He blinked a few times.

“That’s the first time I’ve heard something like that out loud,” he confessed softly, a little flushed. “Never thought of myself as a daddy over just being a parent,”

“You’re my big Orc daddy,”

He scoffed stubbornly, squeezing her. “Shut up,”

The slow song only lasted that one turn. People started calling for upbeat music again and Callie pulled Nick away from the dance floor, mentioning that she didn’t want to risk getting kicked in the gut when one of the white boys inevitably tried to breakdance.

So they all huddled to a table; Ward with Sherri- although she could care less at a table full of Orcs- and Sergey with Dura, all of them teasing and talking and booming with laughter when the drinks came and went quickly, the men throwing them back and some more when Sergey pulled a fat flask from his tux. Nick became quite the chatty cat when he got to drinking, pointing this way and that, speaking of things he normally kept bottled after shitty days or telling Ward in particular how much he liked his mustache.

When the men started slurring and Sergey nearly tripped over an entire chair after saying he didn’t see the entire said chair, the woman gathered their stumbling men, sneaking out of the banquet despite Heig moving to the stage again to make more announcements, drunkenly that was.

At valet, Callie directed Nick to the passenger side, pushing his big body up until she could close the door quickly. Off with her heels and she could drive, again blasting the heater when the harsh chill of the night stung her skin.

“Nick c’mon,” Callie laughed, a hand against his chest to steady his towering form that one arm around his back couldn’t do alone.

“You could’a left me in the truck,” he mumbled, walking, but when he swayed here and there, it was like trying to catch a falling tree.

A string of giggles tumbled from her lips as he mouthed the back of her neck, kissing across her shoulder with his hands against the door and his body shielding hers as she struggled to find the house key, her shoulder drawing into her cheeks every time he tried to get one of her ears.

They both lurched forwards when she managed the door finally, but Nick still had good enough reactions even drunk and caught himself, then her before they both went crashing to the floor. A moment of shock, and then he was laughing, air forcing out between his pursed lips.

“Go, go to bed,” she instructed, letting him wobble his way towards the back of the house, but stopping to give Pucca hugs and kisses. “Go lay down before you fall,” she instructed as she tossed her heels aside. Ugh, much better. She even wiggled her toes into the carpet a bit.

“You go lay down before you-” he mimicked, standing suddenly, walking with determination into the kitchen, throwing open the pantry door with more force than meant. “Found them,” he mumbled with heavy eyes, cradling his bag of Takis as he bumped into the kitchen entrance before heading back on his original path.

She had lock up duty that night- closing windows, double checking doors, arming the alarm system that Nick had had installed a couple years back.

Upon entering the room, she found him with the open bag still in his inner arm, struggling to kick off his shoes and not fall flat on his face with Pucca walking circles around him.

“Get,” she waved Pucca away, then pushed against his chest to get him onto the bed, losing a few Takis along the way. “Stay there,”

“Are you trying to get me in bed?” he asked coyly, lifting his feet as she pulled his shoes off.

“I already have you there- Nick!” she smiled, exclaiming as he kept stealing kisses along her collarbone when she tried to unbutton his shirt.

“You’re so pretty,”

“Hush and stay still,” she ordered, somehow getting his dress shirt off before smacking his thigh to make him turn a little.

“You’re my girlfriend,” he stated matter of factly while pointing to himself with eyes clouded by booze, chewing loudly on the chips.

“That so?” she went along, pulling his slacks down his legs and stepping back as he violently kicked them off across the room.

“Yeah, cause I,” he pointed to his own chest again, “Put that in you,” his finger landed back at her belly.

“Proud of yourself, ain’t ya?” she smiled, pulling her earrings off.

He nodded, a smug smile plastered across his face that only made her eyes roll in amusement. But his amusement puddles when he watched her start to carefully hang his suit up, pressing down small creases.

“Just throw it in the laundry,” he mumbled, glaring hatefully at the handsome suit.

Callie turned, the temper of her eyes dangerous. “Hell no. I picked and paid for this suit- it’s gonna be treated like a member of this household,”

Nick scoffed. “S’not that nice,”

She looked at him blandly. “Wanna pay me back the $300 for it then?”

“Pay you back with some lovin’, c’mere,” he made grabby hands at her, but his reach was smacked away, an exaggerated pout following.

The dress was pulled up from her feet as she padded to the bathroom, eager to take off the make-up she’d painstakingly put on. At least swirling the makeup remover around was enjoyable- she’d often drag the mascara around her eyes to resemble the joker, cackling quietly to herself before rinsing it off. A quick wash, some moisturizer and her eye cream she couldn’t live without later, and she was finally done, but stopped halfway down the hallway to turn back.

Should pee now before I get up and run into something.

Doing that with the dress was a damn chore. Coming back out again, she glanced at the sticky note on the spare room they still needed to clean out and prepare. The corners of her lips kicked up in a smirk.

N + C = baby, the sticky note said. Nick had first stuck the note to a onesie he’d bought the day she’d made it past her first trimester, and despite the teasing nature of the words across the onesie, she couldn’t part with the attached note. It had been on the door since, and realistically, she didn’t think she’d ever be ready to take it down; there had been times she considered framing it. Even after recalling that beaming, cocky smile he gave when presenting the ‘Of course I’m cute, have you seen my dad?’ onesie.

Nick chewed noisily, still sprawled across the bed and offering a hand to pull the zipper of the dress down the soft curve of her spine. Callie swatted at his hand when he pinched her butt, his eyes a little hungrier for something besides Takis when a waft of her scent hit him after the dress fell into a red puddle around her feet and left her only in red lace panties that barely contained the ass she’d gained.

If he thought fucking his scent into her was something that made his ego skyrocket, sticking a baby in her and carrying that child heightened it everyday, boosting his pride to an otherworldly level. On top of the bite that adorned her breast, this would solidify them as mates for life, more than marriage ever would. That being said, it still fascinated Nick that of everyone she could’ve chosen, she loved him, an Orc, and chose to breed with him regardless that they’d have a halfling. She wanted his child.

Nick was lost in admiration before he could realize that she’d been watching him as she rubbed cocoa butter into her stomach, her brows curved in scrutiny. He looked like he was on the verge of crying… but he could just be tremendously sleepy after downing his weight in alcohol.

Her hair fell loose around her shoulders after pulling a loose tank top on, turning with hands upon her hips. “You look sad,”

“I’m in awe,” he elaborated artfully, his hand spinning and a chip between his lips.

“Awe?” her brows perked up, watching him struggle to sit up and reach for her.

“I need t’talk to ‘em,” he murmured, pulling her by the hips.

“About?” She grinned, leaning back into her hands when he pushed her shirt up.

“It’s private,” he mumbled, and she snorted.

“Listen,” he said close to her distended stomach. “You are the greatest- and I mean greatest when I say it in the presence of a literal goddess,” he paused to gaze up sleepily, but she looked away, pink dusting her cheeks. “You, tiny me, are the best thing I’ve ever done,” he proclaimed softer, his wide hand over her protectively. “You made me realize how badly I wanted to be a father,”

Sentiment stirred her heart, listening to Nick declare such love to their unborn child with his forehead rested against her stomach.

“I love you,” he murmured, a kiss lingering on her stomach before he pulled her shirt back down. “I love you,”

Soft strokes from her hands across his head turned his face up to her, and she grinned, holding his cheeks when he stood to kiss her; he tasted like vodka and fire.

“I told you this one would stick,” he said against her mouth.

“Don’t get a big head now,”

“I’m just sayin’, third time's the charm,” he simpered, and she followed him into bed.

Just as Callie had finished propping numerous pillows around herself and grabbing the Firestick, Pucca came bounding up the bed, walking all over Nick in attempts to lay between them.

“Braav-” Nick cursed, pushing her away, but she was still smiley and wiggly, rolling to lather Callie’s face in kisses. “We have to train her to stop that,”

“She just feels left out,” Callie baby talked, smooshing and swirling Pucca’s wide head between her hands as the panting dog moved closer. “My big baby,”

“Not gonna be th’baby anymore,”

“But she’s always gonna be my first! Aren’t you? Aren’t you preciosa? Mi hermosa bebe?” Callie gushed, Pucca’s head twisting back and forth and her floppy ears perked forward.

Nick finally settled, Takis in one hand and phone in the other when he stopped to watch her smother the dog, kisses upon kisses to her furry head, wondering how enamoured she would be with their baby in her arms.

“We can start buying more stuff now y’know,” he carefully suggested.

Callie shrugged, resting her jaw in hand when she perched on her side. The knuckles of his hand rubbed her stomach, peeping from beneath her shirt. “I suppose,”

“You know you’re allowed to enjoy your pregnancy,”

“It’s not that,” half her face scrunched. “I do- I really do. I even try to remind myself when I’m puking that I’d rather be dealing with that than… empty. But I feel like if I become 100% invested it’s all gonna be taken away again,” she explained with a reserved tone.

“Not this time. You’re so far along now,”

“I’m still worried. I always worry.” she said with her eyes keeping his, a hidden fear showing through in her jittering foot.

He didn’t know what to say. There would be no vanquishing the worry until she had it cradled in her arms and against her chest. Nick could offer little words of reassurance. He didn’t know what it was like being afraid of your own body that could betray you after giving life.

“I like Leonardo,” he stated instead, and although her mouth opened to protest, a sense of appeasement filled her, flipping the name again and again in her mind.

“That’s a strong contender,”

“Or Jonaq,”

“Started strong and ended lame.” Her lips flattened into a straight line, and he smacked her hip.

Pucca’s head popped up from behind Callie, a soft growl rumbling, but her tail was wagging fiercely, her pretty eyes trained on Nick.

“Oh what’re gonna do? Huh? You big useless thing?” Nick challenged, sitting up to press his nose to Pucca’s as she continued to growl.

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“Okay, let’s take a look here,” the ultrasound technician chimed, dragging the probe across her jellied stomach that was just starting to swell outwards. Nick had lost his mind the first time they noticed it. He spent at least 10 minutes taking pictures, even ones where he knelt beside her before the mirror with his cheek against it, smiling proudly.

The screen displayed the fuzzy black and white mess of shapes and blurs, Callie’s head not having yet rested against the examination table as Nick leaned in closer from her other side.

“Got the butt first this time,” the technician chuckled.

When the small definition of a foot and leg came in suddenly, he tensed, the picture moving up past ribs to a clear profile, softening Callie’s tense expression.

The little head bobbed back, along with small arms and legs that fidgeted in the misshapen oval that would be it’s home for the next 28 weeks.

“It’s moving,” Callie grinned, Nick’s head tilting to watch it wiggle around. “I can’t feel anything,”

“Probably won’t till after about 15 weeks,” she told her kindly, her fingers flying over the keyboard of the machine as she measured and took screenshots.

You’re inside me, Callie thought affectionately, her adoration for the black and white fuzz shaping her baby growing every passing second she saw the tiny arms curl close to its face, or a little leg kick outwards.

“Do you wanna know the sex?”

Nick and Callie looked at one another, but he shook his head. “We’re okay with waiting. So far,”

“Do we get pictures?” Callie asked eagerly, wiping down her stomach once the exam had ended.

“Better yet- here’s an entire album.” The technician smiled, handing over a long stream of printed photos displaying profiles, butts, and overall shapes.

“I can’t tell who’s nose it has,” Callie squinted, holding the scan at arms length after pushing her glasses up.

“It's still too squishy,” Nick chuckled.

“Yeah. Should we get one of those 4D ones done?” she asked, and he pulled in his shoulders while parking in his parents' driveway.

“I wanna wait ‘til it’s born to see it. I don’t want something in my head of what I was told it’d look like,” he explained, grabbing the scans so he could look them over again. “Look at those little arms,” he groaned lovingly.

“I guess,” she said, looking them over again when handed back. “I think it has my nose,”

“Maybe it’ll have my elbows.”

She snorted, folding them diligently to place gently back in her purse as they exited the truck.

Dinara was there to answer with warmer hugs for Callie now than Nick, her hands falling to her small stomach as she berated her with questions about her health; how she was feeling, was she tired, had she eaten yet.

Oleg always had open arms ready, almost picking small Callie up off her feet in a hug and holding her face affectionately as he smiled down at her with warm, golden eyes. “You glow like my Dinara did when she was pregnant with Nick.” he’d say.

Nick was bossed around by his mom as she ordered Callie to sit down and put her feet up, directing her son to pour his lover tea. He handed it off sourly, winking at Callie.

His mother and Callie could sit and talk for hours, most of which was gossip from two completely different lifestyles, added in the normal day to day life and shit at work. Nick and Oleg watched TV, bickering over their rival teams before any steady chit chat could find it’s way in until the food finished cooking and they all moved to the table.

She would deny it at first, but when Dinara slopped seconds and thirds onto Callie’s plate, she never pushed it away.

“You give my grandbaby all the food they can eat.” she’d order earnestly, the spiced rice and veggies piled high on Callie’s plate and too good to resist.

“Speaking of,” Nick said around a full cheek. “She hit 12 weeks a couple days ago,”

Dinara gasped, her fork falling into her roasted potatoes. “You did!?”

Nick retrieved the scans from her purse, but they were snatched from his hands by Oleg before he even sat at the table again, which were in turn snatched by Dinara who barely gave him any lean to look at them as she did, blubbering words of amazement.

“Oh I’m so relieved- I’ve bought so many things I’ve wanted to give to you but didn’t want to anger you!” Dinara sobbed, the scans against her chest even with Oleg trying to pry them from her hands. “Oh, beautiful baby,”

“We can start crib shopping now,” Nick said, holding Callie’s thigh, but she only shrugged indifferently, still smiling as she watched Dinara.

“Onesies first?”

The hesitation was still there, even though they’d made it over that mark. But he nodded, and smiled, leaning over to kiss her head before returning to answer the questions his parents laid on them.

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Oh oh oh here we go 🖤 don't she look the cutest with that bump! and Nick in a suit Y U U U U M

translations: -"apurate": hurry up -"lat're ij goddeukuk": you're a goddess -"faushnu": baby -"braav": brat

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ghost-nabbers-imagines · 5 years ago

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💀 with either Sal or Larry, maybe so gets bit after saving them

I did both Sal and Larry but Larry's is written for a fem reader because I really liked the idea for his.

Sal

Considering it was the apocalypse Sal made sure you guys had plenty of supplies in the beginning to avoid confrontation with the outise and long as possible.

But of course you'd eventually have to go out and savage for more food.

He insisted on going out but you insisted on tagging along. After about an hour arguing over whether you were staying or leaving with him he finally caved. You two spent a long while going over a plan.

When it came time to go out you were both nervous but Sal more so. He really didnt enjoy being bitten by a dog let alone a zombie.

He grabbed his handgun and a machete, while you had a crossbow and a katana as well as you both having knives.

You both piled into his car and drove to the grocery store where Sal and Larry used to have part time job. Luckily the shutters were still down and the door was still covered meaning no one had been able to get in.

You guys unlocked the door pulling the can as close to the door as you could leaving the back open.

Both of you grabbed shopping carts and began making your way down the isles unloading the cart each time one got full.

You were in one of that isles grabbing as many canned goods as you could fit in the cart.

"So I'm thinking we can probably fit another cart full in after this one and then we can just leave the door open when we leave."

"Yeah good idea love we have more than enough food here. I'm gonna go grab a couple can openers since they're on the end of this isle."

He walked down a little ways while you returned your focus to the canned goods. A few minutes later you heard him yell.

"N-no not you. No!"

You flipped around to see the zombified corpse of Larry stumbling towards Sal.

He sight of him practically broke your heart. He was still dressed in his uniform of khaki pants, the blue shirt, and the neon vest with a now very faded smiley face. His clothing was tathered and dirty. Some of his hair covered his face hiding away his rotting skin. He had a chunk of flesh missing from his shoulder where he had been bitten.

Knowing that Sal wouldn't be able to kill even the corpse of his best friend you took off towards to the two shoving the cart into your old friend's corpse knocking him into the shelf.

You went to grab your knife from your packing only for it to get caught in a tear in the bag.

You struggled to pull it out only for Larry to knock you to the ground pinning you there. You felt your knife go flying in the other direction.

Larry chomped his teeth snarling above you. Sal was trembling trying to force himself to help.

You pushed with all your might trying to get the lanky corpse off of you.

Before you could move him too far you felt his teeth bite into your upper arm.

Letting out a scream you felt your flash tear between his teeth ripping a hole in your flesh. Blood poured down from the would and out of Larry's teeth.

Seeing you hurt Sal jumped into action he took one one of the cans to Larry's head knocking him off you. Once he was off Sal kept swinging till the corpse was no longer moving.

You moved your right hand to the gash in your left arm. You were bitten like for real. This was it.

"B-baby I- I'm so so sorry. This is my fault."

He crouched down to your level.

"No love it's not your fault."

Sal kissed you tears falling down his face.

"What if we cut it off?"

"That might work you dont think it's too late?"

"We have to try I'm not losing you too. I can't lose you. I can't."

He helped you move to the first aid isle laying you down on a sleeping bag hed found in the store.

You pulled off your shirt while Sal cleaned his blade with shaky hands. Once it was disinfected he gently kissed your forehead taking a deep breath.

Even though your arm was burning with pain you forced a smile.

"I love you Sal."

"I love you too."

He got ready to make the first cut but you stopped him.

"Wait wait!"

He looked at you with teary eyes confused as to why you were prolonging this further.

You painfully moved your engagement ring and wedding band over to your other hand.

He smiled weakly with a small sniffle.

"Dont wanna lose those."

He swung the machete cutting deep.

You let out a loud painful scream.

With his second hit you had fainted. Once the arm was off he began applying pressure to the wound with the sterile pads.

When you woke up you were in pain still but no fever. You reached your hand up to feel where your arm had been only to feel an empty space.

You forced your eyes open to see the ceiling of Sal's place. The place was dark telling you it was late. You could hear soft snoring coming from your side. Each snore was followed by a sad whine or sob. Sal was no doubt having a nightmare about what had happened and was crying in his sleep.

Slowly and painfully you moved your arm over to where his head was rested next to your stomach from sleeping sitting up on the floor. You moved your fingers through his soft blue locks making him stir in his sleep.

He shifted so he was sitting up. Once he rubbed the tears and sleep from his eyes he noticed you were in fact awake and not a walker.

"Love you're ok!"

"I think so babe!"

He hugged you tightly but carefully holding you close.

Larry

You two were in the middle of a run when you had gotten over run by a smaller horde.

You ducked behind a car door readying your barbed wire covered bat. At least Steve Harrington had taught you a few pointers in all those Netlfix binge sessions.

You jumped up swinging knocking one of the roaming corpses to the ground. You dodged around the body taking off in the direction of the apartments.

"(Y/n) love over here!"

You spotted Larry with his back against an overturned uhaul truck. Weaving in between cars and taking out a Walker or two you made your way to your fiance. You could feel the baby kicking in your much larger stomach hinting that he or she was just exhausted of running as you were.

You placed a hand on your growing belly taking a couple deep breaths now that you were back by your husbands side.

He hugged you placing a quick kiss on your cheek.

"We're almost home love. Just another mile or two."

You nodded but you couldn't say you were ready to run another 2 miles especially not in this weather.

After another breather you two set off again taking out a couple more of the living dead. After another few minutes you both stopped in order for you to catch your breath.

You let your back rest against a car.

As you struggled to catch your breath you felt a sharp pain Rip through your stomach. You knew for certain it was a contraction.

"Shit not now!"

"What's the matter love?"

"I think I'm in labor."

"Shit fuck! Not now! Are you sure?"

"Yea I think I can make it to the apartments."

You kept running but after a few minutes you felt a worse sharp pain making you scream out in pain leaning against a car. You grabbed onto the open window squeezing it in pain. Your water broke with this contraction.

A moment later you felt something tear into your wrist making you scream out in pain.

"No!"

Larry pushed you out of the way stabbing his knife into the skull of the Walker.

You looked down at your wrist shocked. You were bitten and in labor.

You had been bitten right at the wrist so your arm was bleeding heavily, considering the physical strain and the heat it just took everything out of you. You fainted falling right into Larry's arms.

When you woke up you were back in what looked like the apartments. You had woken up to that ceiling and poster covered wall everytime you spent the night at Lisa's place.

You could feel throbbing burning pain in both your arm and a dull burn in your stomach.

Even though it was muffled and fuzzy you could hear Larry talking to someone near by.

Once you slowly forced your eyes open completely you were met with the rest of Larry's room.

You moved your arm over feeling the space where the rest of your right arm should be.

Next you moved your hand to feel your stomach. You slowly moved Larry's Sanitys Fall shirt up tracing your stomach where there was a giant stiched up wound.

"She has her moms eyes."

"I know shes beautiful just like her mom. Wait till she wakes up and meets you kid. You're gonna love her. And she's gonna love you so fucking much."

"Want me to hold her while you go check on (y/n)?"

"Sure. Here (daughter name) go see grandma for a minute."

A moment later the door opened up to an exhausted looking Larry.

His eyes were sad and tired his hair a mess. His hands were slightly still colored red from what you could assume was your blood.

Once he saw you were awake he jumped to your side.

"Holy Fuck knuckle love you're awake!"

"What happened?"

He stroked your hair moving it from your face while holding your hand.

"You got bit and we. We were so far from home. I -i had no choice. I c-cut it off and carried you the rest of the way. You weren't conscious to push but thankfully that doctor Morrison showed mom and Todd how to do a c section just in case before he left."

Larry let a few tears fall down his cheek as he talked.

"So the baby is ok?"

"Not only is she ok but she's so beautiful and happy already."

"Can I see her?"

Larry got up kissing you sweetly before going to the door and calling his mom in.

She came in smiling handing you your daughter.

"Shes beautiful."

"I told you just like you."

"Fortunately for her she pulls off Larry's nose a lot better than he does."

"Fuck off little dude!"

Everyone shared a laugh happy that everyone was ok.

Later that night you two laid in bed the baby between you both wide awake Larry's arm draped over both you.

"I love you so much. I was so scared I was gonna lose you."

"I love you too Larry. You saved me. Both of us really."

"I cant take all the credit. You fought for keeping our baby alive even if you didnt know you were doing it. I need you to do me a favor ok?"

"Sure what lar bear?"

"That you won't go out as much anymore. I need you safe and she needs at least one of us alive. At least take it easy for a little while even after you've healed."

"Ok love I'll try."

He leaned forward kissing you then your daughters head.

Lex💛

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dead-lesbians · 5 years ago

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Unfinished Thingy i wrote

It was the year two thousand and ....something...

Things hadn’t been the same after the ‘almighty’ Red Leader, took over most of Europe.

Most people had been recruited if they could pick up a gun and run, the only people left behind where the ones who simply where ‘not in the right mind set to kill’ as Red had put it, and children, so he had some what of a heart.

Of course, there where people who went into hiding, either for fear of being killed or being recruited.

Eduardo was a case of the latter. He could remember the day when Red Leader had first taken over like the back of his hand.

He had been at the gaveyard his previous roommate ,Jon, had been buried. Hed vist there alot, eachtime leaving something, usually it would be a si gle flower, however sometimes he had left a not or two there, he was sure Jon wouldn’t obviously read them, but it still made him feel a little less guilty about what he had said to the smaller housemate that day.

He only realised something was wrong after he heard the screaming. Hed gotten up quickly and hurried out the graveyard to see people running and screaming, being chased by people in uniform.

It was honestly a terrifying sight, even for the American.

He gulped and could remember sprinting home through small allies and streets, not wanting to be caught.

Of course when he did get home, it was an even worse sight than he had originally seen, his own girlfriend, Laurel, being dragged out forcefully by these men to this black truck,.

Laurel obviously was putting up a fight, she had never been the type to just give in.

Eduardo watched from a distance, hidden. He needed to fo something, to help her, but he had been frozen in shock and fear, he only snapped out of it once the truck had driven away once throawing her in.

Eduardo had to force himself not to breakdown there and then and sprinted into the house. It was unusually silent.

Mark and Eduardo had never really left the house after Jon had died, they couldn’t, especially to Eduardo, it felt like they would just be leaving the younger of the three behind, so they just repaired and stayed in the house, Eduardos girlfriend moving in with them.

Eduardo looked around, keeping his mouth closed in case any of the men where still around, that was untill he felt something hit the back of his head.

Thats when the rest of the days memories of that day kinda stopped, mainly cause his room mate, in a panic, had knocked the other out cold with a brook stick.

Ever since then, the two had been traveling around, trying to find resources and stay hidden from red army soldiers.

Thats how it had been for almost half a year when one night something was...wrong.

The two had set up camp in an abandoned house like usual and slept there for the night.

However around 1am, Eduardo was rudely woken up by someone muttering something. Hed originally thought it was mark and tried to get back to sleep, until he realised that his blonde room mate didnt sound this deep and raspy.

Eduardo gulped and lay perfectly still in shock. Oh god oh fuck what if it was one of the red army soilders, what if they where found what if-

“Eduardo? “

....they knew his name?...that was...strange...red army soilders where not allowed to say names, it was some stupid rule about ‘emotional connections’...of course Eduardo didnt know this, he just knew hed never heard any of them say his name before when they had been spotted.

The american gulped and slowly sat up, looking over at the stanger who was incredibly hard to see in the dark, and also hard to see cause this stranger had a flash light whining right into his eyes,

“Ow- shit, dont shine that in my face!” He shouted, covering his face,

“O-oh right! Sorry-“ the person laughed nervously and the light wasout down, yet still on, giving Eduardo the light he needed to see the strangers face.

It was..kind of a shock to see his ex neighbor crouching there in front of him, bags under his eyes from countless sleepless nights and unshaven messy stuble which probably would enevr grow into a proper beard.

“Edd..?” Eduardo said quietly, still pretty tired.

The stranger, except not really a stranger, nodded with a small smile. “My god, for once im glad to actually see you” he let out a tired chuckle and sat down. “Wait- are you gonna kill me? Please say you are not gonna kill me,everybody wants to kill me”

Eduardo shook his head. “We wont...we wont kill you” he reassured with a yawn.

“We?” Edd tilted his head a bit down at the much smaller male....damn...Edd had grown A LOT.

“Yeah, we, me and...” he looked over at where his blonde friend should be yet saw nothing. “...mark?”

Edd looked over at the blondes make shift bed and was wuiet for a moment before speaking up. “I think i saw him sneak out with a bunch of suppiles, i came in here cause he seemed to only be carrying what he could in his arms, so I thought there might be things left, though...it looks like he took nearly everything..”

Eduardo looked around, seeing that the brot was in fact right, only his bad, which looked alot less full, his and marks make shift bed, and his crowbar ,which he had been using as a weapon, was left.

“....what the fuck...?” He muttered, racking a hand through his hair, suddenly feeling a pit in his stomach

#eddsworld #eddsworld edd #edd eddsworld #eddsworld eduardo #eduardo eddsworld #mark eddsworld #eddsworld mark #this was like an au where Eduaro ran the rebellion instead of edd who went into hidng #theres a lot of plot holes and shit that i would change but my motivation is shit #this was in my drafts

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rapmoniepapi · 7 years ago

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Runaway

Collab with @texts-from-bts

Caution: The first half of this is a bit gory and bloody... Death whoops

Summary: You’re friends with a group of trouble makers, ‘junkies’ as the town calls you. but one day, it gets all too much.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

You hummed a yes and nodded.

"Well not a big surprised to see you here, y/m/n and y/d/n. I didn't know you guys had a daughter. Or any kid for that matter. Did you guys really keep her in a dungeon while you were at my parents house letting me and Jiheun get abused? DID YOU REALLY SIT BACK AND CHILL AS YOU LET US BE HURT BY STRANGERS KNOWING DAMN WELL YOU HAD A KID OF YOUR OWN?! YOU DIDNT EVEN CARE ENOUGH TO GO FIND HER! YOU DONT CARE ABOUT ANYONE BUT YOURSELVES AND YOUR DAMN DRUGS! YOU TWO ARE JUST LIKE MY PARENTS! SELF-ABSORBED LUNATICS WHO HAVE NO CONSCIENCE! YOU! TWO! DESERVE NOTHING!" Yoongi took steps with every word he said and once he was about a foot away he lunged at your good for nothing dad with a pocket knife. Everyone watched as your dad tried fighting back but Yoongi kept throwing punches. After two hits to the face his eye began to swell along with his lip after a couple more. There was a gauging cut on your dads cheek showing his teeth through his closed mouth with bits of skin hanging from Yoongis rings. A couple more punches led to your fathers nose snapping and crunching, hanging crookedly.

"Please stop. Stop!" He begged.

"YOU NEVER LEARN YOUR LESSON DO YOU?! KEEP YOUR DIRTY SHIT MOUTH SHUT! YOU DONT DESERVE TO SPEAK! YOU DONT DESERVE ANY FUCKING THING AND YOU NEVER FUCKING DID! YOURE WORTHLESS PIECE OF HORSE SHIT! HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?! EVERYONE FUCKING HATES YOU! HATES YOU! YOU! YOU! YOU!" Yoongi got off your father and started kicking him in the gut. Grunts and groans were all you could hear.

Your mother tried to jump in and help but Jiyoung grabbed her and through her back. She hit her head against a rock and bled out. You screamed as you saw the blood oozing out. Hoseok turned you away and cradled your head in his chest. "Welp, she didn't put much of a fight." Jiyoung chuckled as he poked at her lifeless shoulder. "Okay but can you come and help me!? This fucker won't fucking die!" Yoongi yelled out, struggling with your father. He only got one stab at him before the punches and kicks and quickly lost the knife when your dad tried pulling him off. "I'm charging extra is all I'm saying." Jiyoung walked over to Yoongi and your dad. He spitefully took his knife to your dads neck and ran it from one side of his neck to the other.

"Ahhh fuck! It squirted on me!" Yoongi yelped in disgust as he looked down at his blood-drenched shirt.

“You needed help bud, I gave you it. You're welcome... now what're you guys gonna do with the bodies?" Jiyoung turned to the group and asked. They all had their eyes on the bodies then shifted them to Jiyoung.

"You guys?! You and yoongi are the ones who decided to make a show? I thought you were done with this Jiyoung?! Do you wanna go back to jail?!" Jin scolded him.

"Why're you nagging me? I just helped out. I think I've earned a thank you for I am a hero." Jiyoung turned his head dramatically as if he were actually waiting for the thank you.

"You haven't changed a bit." Yoongi laughed and took his shirt off.

"Hey are you okay?" Hoseok whispered to you, his grip becoming looser. You nodded in response and pushed him off of you to walk back to the truck. You came back with one of the tees you had stolen.

"So much for selling these." You threw it at Yoongi.

"So the ex-daughter speaks I see." Jiyoung turned to you and grinned, "What're you doing out here with a group of big bad *cough* stupid *cough* men?"

Jin spoke up before you said anything, "Yaaah! Are we gonna have a tea party or are we gonna hide the bodies!? We don't need to be criminals for two crimes now!" He pointed to Jungkook, "You! Help me carry him. Joon and Yoongi, you guys carry her. Jimin be look out. Hobi, don't let Y/n out of your sight."

"I'm not gonna flee anywhere?" You said to him confused as you watched them carry your parents to a nearby forest.

"Then keep eachother company. Hobi gets queasy at the site of blood and these are your parents. I'm not letting you see them like this."

"Better like this then before." You mumbled, crossing your arms.

"What're you doing with them?" Jiyoung asked.

"Burying them or something. I don't know. I'll let the wolves feast. I can't have this on their permanent records. Mine included." Jin answered, "Ooof okay, now that we moved them over here I guess we could just cover them with shit?"

Everybody went on to picking up leaves and branches to cover the bodies. "This looks stupid." You told Jin. "We need to bury them."

"Do you know how long that would take?" Jin told you as he wiped the sweat off of his forehead.

"Well I have some shovels in my trunk if you need them." Jiyoung spoke up.

"I- What? W-why didn't you say anything before?!" Jin sighed. "I wanted to see how this unraveled. Anyway I'll go get them. Come help me Yoongs."

"Yoongi." He corrected.

"Whatever you say my boy." He laughed and went to where his vehicle was. Once they came back, everyone helped out on digging the holes and layering the leaves and branches from before on to the newly covered graves. "Well now that that's settled, here's your weed." Jiyoung passed each sandwich sized bags, containing about 5 grams each, to everyone. "That'll be 350 dollars please." He stuck his hand out.

"What about the discount?" Jin asked.

"I deadass just helped you kill and hide not 1 BUT 2 bodies. I deserve full pay after that."

"I'm not even gonna fight. I'm too tired and exhausted and I'm letting one of you guys drive." Jin went back to the truck and grabbed a backpack containing cash. "Hoseok can you drive?"

"To where? You know what, nevermind." He nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders.

"This whole groups a mess." You turned away from the boys, crossed your arms and marched to the truck.

"Uh oh princess is mad. I guess we gotta go now." Namjoon chuckled.

"What'd you do to her Joon?" Jin asked.

"What?! Nothing! Why'd you assume it was me she's mad at?" He crossed his arms.

"Did you get a boner for her again?" Jimin joked.

"Wait you got a boner for her?" Jiyoung asked and started laughing.

"No! Ughhh I'm leaving." Namjoon crossed his arms and marched to the truck too.

“And now we have two whiny babies. We should really be going." Jin said to Jiyoung.

"It was good seeing you. And you, Yoongi."

"You too." He nodded his head towards him and walked away.

You sat in the back of the truck along with Jin, Namjoon and Jungkook while Jimin, Yoongi and Hoseok, being the driver, were in the front. "You okay baby?" Jin asked.

"I don't get why you guys didn't let me see. It's not like I cared for them."

"But we care for you princess. I'm sorry, okay? Next time I'll let you see full on bloody bodies okay?" He hit you playfully on the shoulder making you both chuckled.

"Fine." You said as you let him lay his arm on your shoulder and bring you in to let you lay on his chest.

"Today's been crazy. Get some rest." He kissed the top of your head and you both drifted off to sleep in the matter of a few seconds.

"Jin. Jiiiiiiiiiin. JIN!" You heard Hoseok call out.

"Whaaaaaat?" Jin whined sleepily. "Wait, where are we?"

"At Ambers club and I know we shouldn't be here but we all need rest and I thought she could help us out. I'm sure she'll let us hide here." He got off the truck, "Just wait here, I'll see if she's in."

"I'll come with you! She likes me more than any of you guys." You pushed Jin towards Namjoon and jumped off the truck. You propped your hoodie up, gesturing to Hoseok to do the same as you followed him. He tried opening the door but it wouldn't budge so after a few minutes of knocking Amber finally peeked her head out.

"Oh its you guys." She said in surprise, leaning against the door frame,"What's up?"

"Well you see, we're in a bit of a funk and we kind of need to hide out for a couple of hours..." you said as kindly as possible. You and Hoseok both turned to each other then back to Amber with the biggest grins you could both pull off.

"Okay okay! Just stop smiling so much, weirdos." She laughed, "Wait here, I don't have much going on right now so y'all can just chill at my place." She went inside to grab her keys and came back out, "Alright follow me!"

Ambers place was a small quaint apartment consisting of two rooms, a living room connecting to a kitchen with an island separating the two and two bathrooms. The first thing you did when you entered was sit on the edge of one of the couches with your legs crossed. Jin sitting next to you and the boys following except Namjoon and Jimin sat sloppily with their legs hanging over the couch arms. "Thank you so much Amber. We really appreciate this." Jin said politely expressing his gratitude.

"Ah it's no problem. I can only stay a while though because of the club. You guys are welcome to come." She offered.

"You know what, that's probably a bad idea because of the fight and all. I guess it pays being this pretty, right?" You flipped your hair and laughed.

"Says you." Namjoon sighed making you scrunch your face and stick your tongue out at him. Amber only laughed and asked if we wanted to go have a meal to which you all agreed.

At the restaurant, you talked about what activities you guys should do that night and all approved to just a calming drink or two with movies. Amber helped you all by taking you to the supermarket and gathering all the movie night necessities. In return, you asked her to also grab snacks as well as whatever else she wanted and bought them for her. By the end of the trip, your cart was filled with chips, candy, drinks and a billion other weird, delicious looking foods. You all arrived back at Ambers homes in which she helped set up the tv and start a movie. Before it even began, Amber got up and gave her farewells as she had to go back to the club for her night shift.

"I promise you right now your house will be even more spotless than it is right now. I can assure you I won't let these brats trash anything." Jin pledged with his hand over his heart.

"It's only a movie right? How bad can you guys get?" Amber dismissed as she proceeded out the door. "I'll be back late, don't wait up. There's blankets in the cupboard over there." And with that she was off.

"Where's the beer!?" Jungkook yelled out.

You slapped the top of his head. "Jungkook you're like 5, sit down." You laughed as you pushed him back onto the couch and ran towards the fridge. You grabbed a couple cold ones and rushed back to your seat. "One for you and you and you... and Namjoon, well I'm not your maid so," You pointed towards the fridge, "you may get it yourself."

But instead of this overgrown child getting his own beer, he took yours instead. This didn't sit well with you so you grabbed the bottle back and set it on the small table. "Get it." The confused Namjoon reached out to get it but before his hand reached the brew you tackled him to the floor.

"Wha-what are you doing?!" He said as he threw you off of him and held you arms down.

"I don't know. Thought I could take you."

"You never can though?"

"Yeah but I'm not gonna stop trying." You said determilenly. Everyone laughed at your mishaps and didn't intervened.

"Y/n~ come sit with me!~" Hoseok whined throwing popcorn at you and Namjoon. You did just that. It was all 7 of you. Finally getting a night of peace... or so you thought.

It was pitch black and felt absolutely sick. It was bumpy and cold. You didn't know what was going on. You tried getting up but got a massive headache once you lifted your head. You laid it back down onto the cold, squishy unknown. You felt whatever you were over move giving you the realization that you weren't prepared for what was about to happen.

Jungkook got up halfway and scratched his head. He was also confused seeing as he blacked out as well and woke up with a hangover too. He got up fully and walked over to the light switch. The artificial light making everyone else wake up. Each one awoke slowly but surely and lifted themselves up halfway. They felt a weight on their legs. And Jimin felt a head full of hair on his. They all looked down to see you. Lying on them, tummy side down. Naked. Only a small blanket covering your behind. Everyone's eyes grew in shock to the disbelief of what was happening.

You quickly got up with the blanket hugging you body. "Uh uhm," you looked around confused, putting your hair behind your ear and chewing your nails nervously, "What the fuck happened last night."

"Hell if I know..." Jin sighed, "We made a gigantic mess though..," he looked around, disappointed he didn't keep his promise, "Wait. Is Amber here yet?" He asked.

"Let me go check." Jungkook tiptoed over to her bedroom door and slightly opened. He walked back to the living room. "Coast is clear... as clear as it's gonna get with this killer migraine."

"Shit we just gotta go. Jin there's no time to clean. It's 4:56 in the morning!" Namjoon said.

"Agh we do, don't we? Okay grab some ibuprofen or Excedrin or whatever the hell she has. I'll go get the truck running. Everyone get changed and look for your belongin- wait what the fuck. Why and how is there pizza on the ceiling?!" Jin interrupted himself. Everyone just looked up and back to Jin. "You know what nevermind. Ready, go!"

About 15 minutes later everyone was packed and ready to go. Well as ready as they ever were seeing as they didn't know what happened the night before. It was dead silent in the car until Yoongi spoke up, "Okay. So for certain, nobody knows what happened? Like at all?" You all shook your heads with zero recollection. "Okay then..."

You were all off on the rode again leaving behind a disastrous apartment and no knowledge of anything for the past 9 hours. The silence was killing you so you suggested to Jin to put on some music. Nothing loud as all your heads throbbed.

"What the fuck happened last night?..." you mumbled to yourself.

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wordsonpages1-blog · 7 years ago

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betty and jug had a baby when they were 16 and are now 20, their boy was born with a type of autism and everyone felt 'bad' for them he had the type of autism where he wont look anyone in the eye and everything had to be done to a schedule but him and jug have a really good connection. all 3 go out to lunch and their son has a massive tantrum and jug has to settle him and betty feels helpless and has a breakdown, its okay if you dont know how to approach this it was just a thought i had :)

Okay first of all anon thankyou for this beautiful idea! I love it, very touching and I am honored you trusted me with such a concept. Secondly, sorry about the insane wait with this one I just had to take a while to determine how to best go about this. Also this was supposed to be a little oneshot and turned into like 9 word document pages haah

as for the story I am a little unsure what you will all think as the subject matter was obviously a bit tricky. I am by no means an expert in this field but I did do a bit of research before writing so I hope I don’t offend anyone or invalidate anything.

So basically I tried to make the symptoms of their child’s autism ingrained throughout the story without explicitly stating what they are but for reference I went mostly with communication difficulty [impaired, delayed speech, repetitive speech], difficulty with eye contact, obsession and slight aversion to touch.

TO BE A FAMILY:

“Ready Jug?” Betty called from the living room eyes dartingaround as she mentally ran through the list of supplies she needed for theirouting. The blonde nodded her head in affirmation, satisfied that she hadmanaged to cram everything they could possibly need in the day bag.

The sound of two sets of footsteps padding down the hallwayof their small home pre-empted her answer before it was delivered from theaforementioned party.

“Yeah babe.”

Grabbing the day bag off the coffee table and slinging it overher shoulder Betty turned toward Jughead’s voice. She couldn’t help the smilethat spread across her lips as she took in the sight of her long-term boyfriendleaning against the door frame, theiralmost four year old son standing close to his father’s legs- not quitetouching.

It was a vision that never failed to make her heart contractand warmth spread throughout her being.

Noticing her smile, Jughead’s lips twitched in retaliation.He raised a dark eyebrow at her teasingly.

“I think your mum’s checking me out bud,” Jughead quippedcasting a glance down at Ollie who was idly fiddling with his fingers andwatching the floor.

“Don’t flatter yourself Jones,” the young mother teasedback, rolling her eyes at him good naturedly, “Okay let’s get going or Kevin’sgoing to lecture us on the value of respect again.”

Jughead let out a laugh at that, nodding before pushinghimself off the door frame.

“Out,” Ollie mumbled glancing up at his father with wideeyes and scrunched brows that made the young man’s heart clench with affection.

“Yeah Ol, she won’t admit it though,” he kneeled down to hisson’s level, placing a sure hand on his arm and waiting a moment before pickinghim up and settling the toddler on his hip.

Jughead grabbed his keys from the bowl near the door beforeopening the front door.

“It’s not even his event,” he threw over his shoulder toBetty continuing on with their conversation as though there had been nointerruption; a norm after parenthood had dawned upon them.

The blonde merely shrugged, moving past him out the doorway.

“Yes, although I think Veronica would probably appreciateour punctuality as well, she’s only in town for a few more days and it is herbirthday,” Betty replied.

“Birthday,” Ollie mumbled as the pair manoeuvred him intothe car seat. Betty smiled at her son, finishing buckling his seat belt asJughead hopped in the driver’s seat and started the engine.

“That’s right, Aunt V’s birthday,” she affirmed, smoothingdown Ollie’s wild blonde curls. Thetoddler squirmed away from her touch, his blue eyes flicking to the floor. Betty removed her hand and sighed.

She tried her best not to take her son’s aversionpersonally. He wasn’t as severely adverse or hypersensitive to touch as otherchildren on the autism spectrum but it did still bother him. She and Jugheadhad learned resilience in showing affection to their son. He was mostly okaywhen the touch was heavy and anticipatory; it was the soft brushes of affectionthat they would sometimes slip up with through instinct that he would flinchaway from.

They had learned to understand and adapt to the quality intheir son, but it didn’t mean it made it any easier to have the little personyou loved so much recoil from you. Betty cherished the moments when Olliesought her out for physical affection or comfort and tried to remind herself ofthose moments during the moments when he shied away from her. She respected hisdiscomfort, but it didn’t make her heart ache any less.

“Betts?” Jughead’s voice broke Betty from her reverie. Sheblinked a few times before meeting his gaze in the rear view mirror. His tone was soft and understanding and Bettyfelt herself falling a little further in love with him in that moment- exceptit wasn’t just that moment it was a million moments since they were 16 and hehad promised her that they would make this work.

She smiled back at him, a small curve of the lips tiltingmore toward the side of genuine than placatory, before closing the back cardoor and moving to climb in the passenger seat.

Her right hand immediately found the stereo, while Jughead’simmediately clasped her left, his other holding a firm grip on the wheel asthey set off on the relatively short drive to Greendale. Veronica had booked atable at the new bistro that had opened there and although both Jughead andBetty always enjoyed seeing their friends whom were only in town for a shortwhile longer the latter couldn’t deny that the unfamiliar venue caused anuncomfortable pressure to erupt in her chest.

Sensing her unease Jughead gave her hand a squeeze. Bettytook a deep breath and let her eyes card over his form, finding comfort in hisbeauty. His sharp jaw, striking blue eyes and dark hair [still partiallycovered by a beanie] were features that had only become more attractive as he maturedand she still found herself in awe of being able to call him hers after almostfive years together.

The windows were rolled down slightly and Betty let the warmsummer air calm her as it drifted across her skin. The sounds of the RollingStones filtered through the stereo of the truck and Betty couldn’t help butlaugh as Ollie bounced happily in the back to the sound. He loved all music,but classic rock was his favourite, something Jughead was exceptionally proudof.

The peaceful feeling didn’t last though. Twenty minuteslater they were pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant and Betty couldsee her friend’s various vehicles littered across the spaces. Her handsclenched nervously once Jughead had to pull his away to park the truck.

“Dad,” Ollie shouted from the back seat and Jughead turnedaround after shutting off the engine.

“Yeah bud?”

“Dad, music,” Jughead was spun around in his seat now,giving Ollie his full attention while Betty was busying herself grabbing theday bag and Veronica’s present from the back seat.

“We’ll listen to more later, but now we have to go inside,”the dark haired man tried to assure.

“Music!” Ollie’s hands were fidgeting and his eyebrows werescrunched, with a little pout to rival his mother’s best signalling hisimpending distress.

“Na bud, how about we talk about trains instead?” Heplacated, quickly unlocking his phone and pulling up some pictures he had savedof the freight vehicles to occupy his son’s attention.

It seemed to do the trick as Ollie grabbed the deviceeagerly and started babbling nonsensically a few delayed moments later aboutThomas the Tank engine and his favourite trains.

Moving out of the car, Jughead came up to the passenger sideand carefully extracted Ollie from his car seat, placing the little blonde boyon his chubby legs. Kneeling down Jughead held his hand out.

“Can I have my phone back please?” Ollie kept his blue eyesthat mirrored his fathers trained on the asphalt ground, shaking his head.

“Thomas… blue train and Percy-“

Jughead nodded, engaging his son’s conversation.

“Yeah that’s very true but dad needs his phone back now. Ipromise you can have it back once we’re inside,” he tried to reason with him,ducking his head a little to meet Ollie’s eyes. The toddler shuffled flickinghis eyes between his dad and the ground.

Betty bit her lip to hold back a small chuckle of amusementat the stubborn little boy; she knew he didn’t refuse in order to be stubbornbut it was still endearing to her to see his eye brows furrowed so much likehis father’s.

Moving gently down to kneel beside him, Betty ensured Ollieacknowledged her presence before placing her hands on his arms.

“Ollie if you don’t give Daddy back his phone then he’sgoing to have to carry you inside and no one will know what a big boy you arenow,” she stated in a firm but not threatening tone. Their little boy’s eyeswidened for a second, flicking to his mother. She couldn’t help but let out asmall laugh at the adorably conflicted look on his face.

“Okay, I guess mum’s right,” Jughead began, moving as thoughhe was going to pick Ollie up. The toddler’s hands quickly shot out, offeringthe phone back to his dad immediately. Jughead smirked as he and Betty shared abrief look with equal amusement shining in their gazes.

“Thanks little man,” Jughead said pocketing the phone, whileBetty smiled at her son in gratitude.

“Big boy,” he uttered offering his hand to his mother tohold as they began to walk towards the front door.

“That’s right,” the blonde agreed, handing the bag over toJughead.

Jughead paused before opening the door, turning to Betty.

“Did I tell you that you look gorgeous today Betty Cooper?”he asked in mock concern. Betty laughed, finding herself appreciating hisability to ease her nerves all over again.

“Shut up,” she murmured pecking his lips, before followinghim through the doors of the restaurant.

“Betty!” Veronica’s enthusiastic voice rang across the roombefore the young woman morphed into a blur of raven hair and purple fabric,practically throwing herself at her best friend. Betty laughed at her friend’santics, holding her ground firmly as not to jostle her son- who was stillholding her hand- too much.

“Happy Birthday V,” she said as they broke from theirembrace, holding out a small neatly wrapped package to the socialite. Veronicabeamed her eyes soft yet alight with the excitement of being around her friendsand the attention of her birthday.

“Happy Birthday Veronica,” Jughead offered with a smile,Veronica turned her attention to him then, leaning across to kiss his cheek.

“Thankyou Jughead. And how’s my favourite little man?”Veronica inquired offering Ollie a warm smile.

“Trains dad,” Ollie insisted completely ignoring thebirthday girl, who merely waved off Betty’s sheepish apology and led them tothe long table toward the side of the open room.

As they shuffled between chairs Betty cast a look behind hershoulder at her boyfriend who was currently juggling the day bag, the car keysand a very enthusiastic Ollie who he was managing to keep up a very engagedconversation about trains with. Jughead met her eyes with and offered her aboyish smile and nodded his head toward the table. Any guilt that Betty had ateffectively leaving him with all the responsibilities instantly vanished withhis reassuring glance.

“Ladies and gentlemen Riverdale’s very own Haley and NathanScott,” Veronica joked as they approached the long table filled with theirfriends.

“What?” Archie questioned face scrunched in confusion.

Veronica sighed dramatically in resignation of their lack ofpop culture education.

“Never mind.”

“Hey guys,” Betty greeted, accepting Archie’s hug as hestood up to greet her; Kevin who was situated on the other side of the tablemerely waved as standing would have created an awkward shuffling congregationof people in the somewhat crowded restaurant.

“You guys are on the end and I can get the waiter to bringover a highchair if you want?” Veronica offered, while Archie was helpingJughead sort out the things he was carrying.

“Thanks V but don’t worry he’s a bit old for the highchairnow,” Betty laughed, nudging the dark haired girl in jest. It was these momentswhen she was reminded of the distance in their small group as they all grew upand came into adults of their own. When she was reminded of how estranged herand Jughead had become from other people their age.

Veronica blushed slightly but laughed it off returning toher seat next to Archie’s.

“The tracks… ground and…” Ollie continued to orate in hisslightly delayed and impaired chatter while Jughead sat him in the chair nextto his own and Betty sat beside the birthday girl.

“Sorry we’re a little late,” Jughead apologised once theyhad settled.

“I’ll forgive it this time but only because the birthdayQueen forbade me from lecture giving today,” Kevin chimed in, his voice lightand his sassiness complete with an overzealous and obviously joking eye role.

“Well we do have a pretty good excuse most of the time,”Jughead quipped back in his usual sardonic manner, although clearly notoffended.

Laughter emerged across the table; however, the connotationof how different their lives were was not lost on the group.

And as the conversation continued Betty couldn’t help butreflect on exactly how differently their lives had shaped up to be. While theirfriends put forth conversational topics about college courses, part time jobs,dorm rooms and room-mates the young parents let them be privy to the smallwindow of pre-school and full time work for Fred Andrews, of speech pathologistand doctors’ appointments, of grocery stores and strict routines. The looks ontheir faces were always the same- shock and a hint of pity with a tinge ofpride and respect. The juxtaposition of the life she thought she would beliving at 20 years old and the one that she was living made Betty’s head spin.They were two completely different universes. Neither Jughead nor she wouldchange anything, Ollie and this family had become their world, but the driftbetween themselves and the group of college students they were surrounded bystill made them ache a little.

“Dad really loves having you guys around Jug,” Archiecommented after swallowing a mouth of food.

The red head waited a moment before pursuing the question.His beanie wearing brother’s unresponsiveness signalling he hadn’t heard.

“Jug?” he prodded, with a small chuckle.

The man in question was currently preoccupied with Ollie whowas scribbling with crayons pausing every now and then to roll them around inhis hands or accept a bite of food.

“Thomas… blue, dad. Favourite… Thomas,” the toddler drabbledwhile Jughead drew some random scribbles on the edge of the page.

“Mine too bud. Sorry arch?” He looked up at his red-headedbest friend.

But before Archie could respond to the question the door ofthe restaurant chimed, signalling an entrance. A large group of workmenshuffled through the threshold bustling and boisterous. And as if the universewas looking to throw a curve ball, one of the members of that large groupaccidentally ran into a waitress carrying a tray stacked with dishware whichwas sent crashing to the floor. Glass shattered everywhere with a distinctcrash, followed by shrill exclamations and raising voices.

Ollie’s face scrunched in discomfort as the noises grew. Hisfingers dropping the crayons and fiddling anxiously.

“Dad?” the little boy muttered. Jughead turned his eyes downhis features becoming concerned.

Ollie’s hands became more aggressive in their movements ashe began to shake his head.

“Dad!” he exclaimed.

Betty’s eyes met Jughead’s. They knew what was about tohappen.

Within seconds Ollie was screaming and writhing, tearsstreaming down his face as his hands beat down on the table. His little bodysquirmed as his shrill screams trumped all other noise in the crowdedrestaurant.

The background noise faded away and all of a sudden all eyeswere on their table.

Betty froze. Her friend’s eyes imploring them with panic aspatrons of the restaurant began to whisper and stare, judgement in their eyes.

Ollie’s screaming continued. Betty felt her heart breakingas she took in her son having a meltdown.

Jughead quickly moved into action carefully taking Ollie inhis arms and carrying him away from the table and briskly walking outside therestaurant away from the noise and the abrasive objects that could cause anyharm to him. Once out the door he placedthe still screaming and fretting Ollie on his feet yet kept a hold of hishands, ensuring he was unable to hit himself. Their son was still profuselyshaking his head as if attempting to dispel all of the noise from his brain.Jughead waited, not speaking yet, as he didn’t want to add to the sensoryinvasion that had triggered the kid so severely.

Yet she couldn’t move. Betty’s body was frozen under theweight of gazes, paralysed by the comments of strangers judging her child,judging her. Her hands slowly curled into fists, nails digging into palms asher breathing became shallow.

“Betty?” Veronica asked, gently placing a hand on her arm.Betty’s eyes darted between her best friend and the window where Jughead wasattempting to console their child. Theguilt flooded her system immediately, only serving to exacerbate the anxietyshe was already feeling. Her chest was aching and she couldn’t seem to actuallyget any air into her lungs. The room was almost spinning.

“B! Betty, breathe,” Veronica exclaimed alarmed. Her owngaze alternating between Jughead and Betty. She looked lost.

“I-“ Betty’s own attempt at a sentence was cut off by herown gasping inhales.

“Did you see thatchild?”

“Young parents, godhelp us with this next generation”

The voices of obnoxious middle aged women penetrated hermind, making her hands clench tighter.

“I just need a minute,” she managed to splutter out beforegetting up and rushing into the bathroom.

Twenty minutes and a lot of self-loathing, guilt riddenthoughts and breathing exercises later Betty finally re-emerged from thebathroom. Hair tied back in a low bun and sun dress sufficiently wrinkled.

As she made her way across to the table three pairs of eyesimmediately landed on her, each with that same sympathetic, pitying gaze.

“Okay girl?” Veronica asked.

Betty nodded, feeling small and slightly embarrassed underthe eyes of her friends. She could clearly see that they felt bad for her, wereworrying about her. Meanwhile her boyfriend was outside still single handilycoping with their son’s meltdown. God she felt terrible. The darkness in herheart chipping away.

“Arch can you pass me that bag?” she asked tiredly with aforced smile. Her sense and mother mode finally kicking into gear.

“Yeah sure Betts,” he nodded, reaching under the table tograb the day bag she had expertly packed and passing it to her.

Squaring her shoulders, Betty attuned to her tunnel visionfocussing on the image on her boyfriend and son through the glass window andignoring the stares and whispers of the pretentious patrons who somehow thoughtthey had the right to comment on her family.

Betty’s heart clenched and her stomach dropped as she tookin the sight of Jughead sitting on the on the footpath, their son curled in hisarms now. It simultaneously broke her heart and filled her with so much forlove.

This was pretty common. After the initial stages of themeltdown surpassed and he began to calm Ollie would crawl into their arms,seeking out comfort. One of the first things they had learned about dealingwith his meltdowns was to let him seek comfort in them; don’t coddle. It washard, fighting their every instinct to wrap him up and protect him but itbecame a practiced skill. Remove him from the situation, ensure he is in a safespace, try and eliminate stimulus, do not exacerbate stimulus.

“And do you know what kind of train Thomas is?” she heardJughead murmur in their son’s ear, slowly extricating communication from him,as he began to calm in order to propel the diversion of his attention.

Ollie mumbled something into his chest and continued tostare down at his lap.

“Hey,” Betty greeted softly, the words travelling across thewarm air to her boyfriend’s ears.

Jughead’s eyes softened as he took in the sight of her,dishevelled and clearly down trodden.

Ollie was still thrashing though less erratically now andhis cries were more like strangled gasps than screams.

“Hi,” Jughead whispered, though his gaze let her in on theconcern he was feeling for her in that moment.

Sighing, Betty came to sit down next to him. She slowlyunzipped the bag and pulled out a set of headphones, plugging them into herphone and passing them to Jughead.

As he adjusted his grip on Ollie she hit play on theplaylist specifically created to calm him and divert his attention. Jugheadthen very gently told Ollie he was going to put the headphones on beforeplacing them atop his blonde curls and carefully over his ears.

They sat in silence for a while. They must have looked aninteresting sight, two twenty year olds sitting on the curb outside arestaurant with their distraught toddler.

Her eyes were downcast, while his gaze was out straightahead.

Betty lightly nudged the toe of his converse with her own,wanting more than anything to seek comfort in his touch at that moment. Her sonneeded it more though and she sure as hell would never deprive him.

The little retaliation of his shoe knocking against hers wasenough for now though. The feeling of his body sat next to hers only inchesaway was enough. He was their rock.

“You okay?” Jughead asked after a few more minutes ofdeteriorating silence. Ollie was mostly settled now, the music calming him morethan placatory words could.

Betty exhaled loudly, turning her eyes to meet his andoffering a deprecating smile.

“No.”

Honesty. That’s what the two of them did. Jughead nodded.

“I don’t know what happened Juggie. I just froze, it waslike my body wouldn’t move and there was so many people just judging us. Judging him like it was his fault. And then I couldn’t breathe andgod I am such a terrible mother-“

“Hey,” he interrupted her sharply, a hand reaching out togently entangle with her slender fingers.

“You Betty Cooper are the best mother this world has everseen. And screw everyone else. Our family is none of their business,” Jugheadspoke with a conviction that managed to untangle some of the knots in herstomach and send her soul locking itself further onto his.

She nodded in earnest, before letting their eyes flick to theirson again who was now almost asleep in Jughead’s arms- a forty minute episodecould do that to a kid.

“I don’t know what happened though Jug, it’s not like thisis the first time this has happened. Meltdowns aren’t knew, we cope with themall the time. I just felt so helpless and you… god you were so great-“ her words were flustered yet exhausted, comingout deprecating and thick with the emotion that was choking in her throat.

“Betty stop. You are allowed to have a panic attack. Thisisn’t easy and yes this is a part of parenthood for us that I know you are morethan capable of handling but here’s the thing. You have an anxiety disorder.You were stressed about being in a new place and already tense. You are goingto have your moments. You are human and you can’t control that any more than thisone can.”

Betty wondered how it was that Jughead always knew exactlywhat to say to her. Five years later and he was still there picking up herbroken pieces and reminding her to be careful with them but never asking her tofix them.

She was suddenly having a flashback to two sixteen year oldshuddled on a bathroom floor. One blonde girl sobbing like a frazzled emotionalmess, pregnancy test in hand while a flannel clad boy held her tight in hisarms and promised her they would make it. He promised her he would be her rock,hers forever. He told her she was hisfamily always and that he couldn’t wait to have a family with her.

And just like that sixteen year old girl, Betty foundherself thanking god all over again for blessing her with such an amazing manto call her love.

“But you didn’t freeze,” her mouth betrayed her mind and herinsecurities slipped out. Jughead’s hand tightened around hers.

“No but that’s the point of being a team right?” He asked sosincerely it almost hurt. Betty couldn’t help the smile that crept its way ontoher lips then.

“Jughead Jones you truly are something else,” she shook herhead in amazement.

Yeah they must have looked an odd little family, sitting onthe curb outside a restaurant with a sleeping child when they were barely morethan children themselves. But it was theirfamily and it was perfectly imperfect.

#bughead #bughead fanfiction #betty x jughead #riverdale fanfiction #betty cooper #jughead jones

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freerebelmentality · 7 years ago

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The night she went away pt4 (Final)

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Herman wakes early in the morning, he sits in the kitchen debating if he should make breakfast or not. He watches the coffee maker brew a fresh pot of coffee. You stir awake, reach over and find the other side of the bed empty. You look around the room to see if Herman is still home or even in the bath room.

His kutte is draped over the arm chair thats placed in one corner of the room and knew that he is still home. You begin to get out of bed slowly, reach for your robe thats hanging behind the door and put it on. You walk out and head down the stairs where the noises are beginning to get louder. You knew he is in the kitchen scrambling around making breakfast.

“Wow, smells good in here” you say as you walk towards the coffee maker

Herman turns around and sees you walking beside him. He has a wide smile on his face, the smile you have always loved. Even when that smile is for you.

“I woke up early and made coffee first. I went to sit out on the deck for a bit and debated if I should make breakfast” he says while scrambling the eggs with the spatula.

“Or not cause you havent been home or still a sleep when I make something” he adds while his smile fades away and slowly turns to his cooking thats sizzling on the stove top

Your smile fades as soon as he says that and that made your heart break. You knew you have been blocking him out on this major issue you have.

You knew it was time to explain to him why you have been distant with him and finally time to let him in.

“I need a lot of explaining to do and I have been wanting to tell you but thats the hardest part” you explain as you look away from him.

You are trying to hold in your sob thats already begin to tighten around your throat and tried to hold back the tears that are ready to stream down your face.

Herman’s silence signals for you to continue, he reaches over to place his hand over yours. A signal for you to take your time.

“A couple of years ago, my best friend and I had these plans of moving to New York. We were on the verge of getting the careers we wanted but” you stop mid sentence and try to contain yourself

”Take your time” he says while rubbing soothing circles with his thumb

“She got sick, hospitalized once but she got better. We took our time with the moving and decided to stay back in Tacoma because she didnt want to worry her parents. So I stayed to” you continued while smiling to the faint memories

“Thats when I decided to go to school for nursing, so that I could help her in some way” you say while thinking back to all the late nights of studying, while she sat across from you studying as well.

She was already well on her way of going to school to become a lawyer and you were happy she is determined enough to pursue that. Knowing with how sick she got at times. She didnt let her lupus get in the way of enjoying life.

“When we graduated, is when we decided to make the move soon. Right after I was done my residency at the hospital is when we were going to make the move” you continue as tears begin to blur your vision

“She got really sick, ambulance rushed her to the ER and I was working that night. Paramedics, me and a few others rushed her to operating room to try and get the blood clot away from her lungs” a lone tear falls and streams down your face.

Herman also had tears in his eyes, he knew that you watched her die right in front of you. The one person you could have counted on for anything was slowly deteriorating and all you could do was try to save but couldnt.

“We were to late, she died on the operating table” you let out a sob as the tears begin to fall more

Herman rushes to your side, he pulls you into his arms and hugs as tightly as he could. He didnt know about the friend you have lost or the sister you lost.

“Her memorial is coming up and I thought I let go but the day looms closer and I just cant get the idea that she is gone. I cant because I dont want to” you sob out as the tears fall even more

“You shouldnt have rushed yourself to let go so fast, its ok to grieve for a long period of time and when the time was right. You would feel when its ready to let her go and time for you to heal” Herman says as he slowly pulls himself away from you and looks into your eyes.

“I thought I was ready. I thought I was doing the right thing by letting go like that but I wasnt ready” you tell him as you begin to wipe the tears away.

Herman gets up to get a box of tissues for you from the living room. You have always placed a box on top of the coffee table in the living room. He walks back into the kitchen and pulls the chair closer beside you and hands you the tissue

“You know, the guys, Tara and Gemma are all worried about you. Asked me how you have been and I told them what was going on” He says breaking the silence

“What did you tell them?” you asked while blowing your nose and wiping the tears from your eyes

As Herman looks to you and sees how puffy your eyes are. Is when he comes a little closer and kisses each eye. You loved how he can be so tender with you, especially while something like this is clouding your emotions.

“I told them you were going distant from me and I couldnt figure out why. I told them how you would stay out on the deck for long periods of time, sleeping all day, eating less and less” he says in a tinge of woe because of all the times you have been distant is when he thought he has done something wrong to piss you off.

That wasnt the case.

“They also mentioned, if you cant talk to me. You can talk to Chibs, Tara, Gemma and everyone else at the club. They dont want you suffering alone or suffer in isolation long” he adds as he places a kiss to your fore head.

“I got a text from my friends mom and they are having a candle light vigil in Tacoma and they are also having a dinner” you tell him as you smile at the amount of people who are concerned for you.

“So when are we leaving for Tacoma?” he asks looking hopeful that you will take him along

“Well since the memorial is next week, I thought we should leave Sunday and you can meet my other family” you smile at calling your best friends family yours, since the both of you were practically sisters.

“I’ll let the guys know at the club house that I will be away for a bit but Im sure they wont mind” he says while looking to you

“I will let Esther know that we are coming” you tell him as you bring out your phone to call your mom.

Esther didnt mind you calling her mom, since she considered you as her daughter as well. When you moved away is when she got worried about you, not because of the club but because you let go of everything so fast. The more she worried, the more she called, the more the text messages came and all unanswered. She was happy and relieved once you finally answered her text and telling you are coming.

Sunday came around very fast, you were packing the final things you needed for the trip and took the bags down the stairs to wait for Herman to come home and hit the road. You go into the kitchen and decide to make some snacks for the road and even made a thermos of coffee too.

You hear a bike pulling up the drive way and you begin to smile as the roar is cut off and hear him walking into the house.

“Ready babe?” he asks as he wraps his arms around you waist and gives you a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“Yeah, all set. You pack the truck while I clean up here a bit” You tell him as you begin putting the stuff away

He heads outside to pack the truck, he waits for you to come out. As you finish putting the things away and clean up a little bit is when you take one last look to the kitchen and satisfied with the clean up is when you grab the house keys from the bowl. Open the door and lock it up. You walk down the drive way and open the passenger door of the truck and hop in.

“Everything is good to go?” he asks looking to you.

“Yeah, lets head out” you answer and he starts the truck and backs out of the drive way.

As you and Herman drive out of Charming, you knew that this was a good choice to head back home and be there for your other family. Be there for yourself and embrace the times the both of you had.

Once you and Herman arrive in Tacoma is when the both of you drove directly to Esther’s house and surprise her. Along with introducing her to Herman, they got along great. After the short visit is when you went to your moms house, she couldnt believe you came for the memorial and even shared a few tears as she hugged you tightly.

She was happy you brought Herman.

As the candle light vigil begins, Esther has you carry Leah’s picture and hands you a candle. You look to the picture and its Leah with a huge smile, looking happy as ever. Her siblings hold pictures as well. Her sister April begins to share a few words and thanks everyone for showing up. Her older sister Betsy begins to hand out lanterns and place each candle into the lantern. Each of you let go of the lanterns and see each of them fly away.

Herman holds you tightly as he kisses the side of your head, you release a sob as tears begin to stream. Esther places her hand on your arm and gives a gentle squeeze. The rest of Leah’s sisters and brothers crowd around you, Herman and Esther as each of you watch the lanterns get further and further away. Her oldest brother Ryan tells everyone its time to head to the community hall and have supper.

Being with the family and yours is what you needed and most of all. You needed to have Herman with you as well and couldnt ask for a better out come. Everything went perfect but nothing felt as though anyone was missing. You felt your best friend all around everyone and it was like as if she was there and thats what brought you comfort.

#kozik x reader #herman kozik x reader #soa kozik #kozik #herman kozik #soa fic #sons of anarchy fanfic #sons of anarchy fic #soa fanfic #reader insert #fanfiction #fanfic #soa #sons of anarchy

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lukeysgirl · 8 years ago

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Road Trip || c.h

tbfh i was writing car sex w/ cal but i deleted it bc i thought it was trash omg (i dont think this was amazingly written, pls forgive me ;[)

Warning: this is fucking l o n g.

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“Baby.” You heard a soft voice call to you in your head. You were sleeping soundly, until this voice kept sounding in your head. Your eyes fluttered open slowly, introducing you to the dimly lit car. The car stumbled upon a bump, allowing you to float in air for just a moment.

“Calum?” You croaked, leaning up properly as you weaved your arms out of the blanket. Letting own a yawn, you felt a finger poke your nose gently. Crinkling it, you turn over to see Calum give you a big, goofy smile.

“Hi, baby,” Calum greeted you softly, having you adjust your uncomfortable belt before looking at Calum clearly. He looked exhausted, his eyes slightly squinted. His almond eyes were coated with exhaustion but he looks so excited to see you. His smile lifted up his cheeks and caused small wrinkles to appear at the end of his eyes.

“Hi,” you leaned over to the drivers seat and planted a tender kiss on Calum’s cheek before going back to your seat. Calum’s smile got a bit wider as his big hands firmly held the wheel. You observed your boyfriend momentarily, seeing him in a simple grey hoodie and navy blue sweats. He also had a beanie hung on his head, near close to falling off but not quite there. “What happened, bubba?”

“We’re reaching a stop soon,” Calum informed as he kept straight. He glanced at you and grinned before his eyes were yet again set on the road. “I need to refill the car so you can go in the shop and get snacks. You also said you wanted to pee, so I figured you’d want to be awake for the opportunity.”

“Oh yeah!” You recalled, having Calum chuckle a bit. “I’d like to pee. I would also like some M&Ms...” Calum put his hand by the cup holders and began shifting around to fish out his wallet. He tossed it to you gently, having you catch the leather entity before you. You take out some money for the gas and quickly shove it in Calum’s pocket.

“Thanks, Y/N,” Calum comments, smiling as he turned at an exit. You began to see the gas station uncover itself, seeing various cars and trucks already stopped for their own vacant tanks. You removed the blanket from you and dropped it to your feet. You as well were in lazy attire, with black crocs, loose jean shorts, and one of Calum’s burgundy shirts. You confidently had a 5SOS hoodie slipped on as well. As Calum stopped at one of the fuel dispensers, you quickly unbuckled and shoved the wallet in the pocket of the hood.

“D’you want anything, Cal?” You hummed, watching as Calum put some thought.

“Can you get me some Doritos and water? I’m super thirsty, baby,” Calum said with a snort, indicating a dirty joke that made you giggle. Shaking your head, you fled out of the car, with Calum proceeding, and shut it behind you. You entered the cool night, feeling a refreshing breeze strike you as you entered the small shop.

“Mama, I want this candy!”

“Arlyn, I already told you that we can’t go...”

“I gotta pee!”

Chatter strikes from all over as you walked around the shop. You swiftly made it to the snacks area and picked up several bags of chips, a big bag of M&Ms and some gum. You felt a lot of weight on you as you struggled to carry everything. You went to the cold beverages area but had a tough time actually trying to get any.

“Need a basket, Miss?” A voice offered you. You turn to your left to see one of the gas station workers. He offered you the red basket, with a soft smile painted on his face.

“Thank you so much,” you sighed, smiling as you dumped everything in the basket. Taking it from the polite stranger, you squinted your eyes to see his name tag. “Thank you, Matt. I really needed this, aha.”

“I noticed,” Matt responded, giving you a wide grin as he began to scratch the back of your head. “Would I be coming on too strong if I said I found you gorgeous?” You blushed slightly, accepting the compliment but knowing he was nothing close to what Calum is for you.

“A bit, but thank you for the compliment,” you said, kindly smiling at him as you opened the refrigerator to take out 2 water bottles and a bottle of Sprite. You also grabbed out some orange juice and decided that getting Calum a sandwich would be a good idea.

“So are you with anyone right now?” Matt asked, having you abruptly turn to him in disgust from misinterpretation. “I mean, in a car or something. You wouldn’t just come here for the shop, would you?”

“Ah, nah,” you breathed, blushing a bit from embarrassment. “Yeah, I’m with someone. We’re on a road trip together and this is one of the many stops we’ve been at so far with many more to come.”

“You guys going far?” Matt asked as he began to lean against the fridge.

“Quite, actually,” you informed as you began to go to the Subway to order Calum his sandwich. As you did, Matt was going on and on about his fit he was. Your head ignored most of his words as you received the warm sandwich in a wrap. “Thank you,” you breathed as you began for the cashier.

“So, do you ever think I can see you again?” Matt asked quietly as you began to place your items on the purchase desk. You met eyes with his co-worker for a brief second, having her give you a warning look as she checked out your items.

“I doubt it,” you said bluntly as you watched the cashier pack your items. You take out Calum’s wallet, opening it up to reveal hundreds. You knew he had a lot of money, but you didn’t like to show it in public, even though you weren’t flaunting it.

“Woah, you’re loaded!” Matt comments, his breath right at your ear. He was invading space-- your space. He was practically an inch away from your back, having nerves develop as you closed the wallet. “No offence, but you’re a girl. What would you be doing with a wallet?”

“It’s mine, actually,” Calum’s voice rung, having you look over to see your boyfriend enter with a stern expression. The scent of cigarette entered your nose as he came up to you and quickly wrapped his arm around your waist. You felt him pull you close, making you blush from his abrupt assertiveness. “Sup man?”

“Nothin’ much, bro,” Matt said quietly, his face going pale as he awkwardly began to walk away. You giggled silently as Calum went to the counter, grabbed the items, and began leading the both of you out the shop. He was completely silent as he led you to the gorgeous ride the both of you have been driving in. Entering shotgun, you held the goods and watched as Calum went to enter the car.

“I hate letting you go alone into shops and shit like that,” Calum growls as he turns the engine on. He begins to pull away from the gas station and enter the highway again. “Like I know, you’re super beautiful and all that, but people have to consider that not everyone is single.”

“So why didn’t you consider that when you asked me out the first time you met me?” You teased, snickering at Calum, whose cheeks got a little hot.

“Shut up,” he mutters as he tightens his grip on the wheel. You giggled a bit, having his heart flutter from your laughter. “So what’d you get from Subway’s, love? Got yourself a sandwich?”

“I got you a sandwich, actually,” you piped, revealing his large sub as he stared with awe. You opened it for him and held it as he took several large bites.

“You’re legit the best girlfriend,” he said in a muffled voice as he chewed on his sandwich. You smiled, helping him finish up the entire sub as you began to put the scraps back in the bag. “Can you open the water for me, love?”

“Sure,” you gladly obliged, grabbing the water bottle and opening it. Offering it to your boyfriend, Calum keeps his eyes on the road as he uses one hand to grab it. He begins drinking it, until he accidentally hit a bump and got water all over him.

“Fucks sake!” Calum groaned, having you take the water as he pulls over at a resting point. Turning off the engine for a sec, he looks irritated at his now wet clothing. You quickly pass him napkins as he dabs his clothing with haste. “Fuck me...”

You pout as your eyes started from his torso and started going down. You scan down to see a wet spot at Calum’s crotch, making you a little eager to make the situation better. You abruptly start removing your sweater, having Calum look at you with a puzzled look.

“Y/N?” He asked quietly as lust glossed your eyes.

“How about we do something while those wet clothes of yours dries?” You hummed, having Calum look at you with a bit of surprise as you turned off the car light as moved a bit closer to Calum. Still in your seat, you lean over to him and began pulling down his sweatpants. He immediately helped, getting them to his knees as you were now revealed to his Calvin Klein underwear. His erection was already beginning to show.

“I haven’t even done anything yet,” you murmured, blushing at his developing bulge. Although you couldn’t see, Calum was purely red at the cheeks.

“Th-the water was cold,” Calum choked, making you bite your bottom lip as you pulled down his underwear to reveal his dick. Veins crawled down it as it sprung up quickly. Quickly taking it into your hands, you begin to stroke it up and down. “Mm, Y/N...” The veins on his member made the motion a bumpy ride, but it was nonetheless sexy and you were more than eager to put him in your mouth.

“I’m gonna use my mouth now, okay baby?” Basically requesting consent, you hear a moaned ‘yes’ escape the Maori boys lips. You leaned down and gave his tip a gentle kiss before slowly taking all you can into your mouth.

“Ah-- ah-- mfuck, Y/N,” Calum groaned, his head going back as car lights pass by your dark one. His back began to arch a bit, with his large hands strongly grabbing onto his chair. You bob your head up and down his hard member, with your tongue swirling around it as you did. You then felt Calum’s hand weave into your hair, pushing you deeper onto him as you sucked his dick. “F-faster, Princess...”

Flashes of lights burst as cars rush past you. It was intriguing to know how oblivious the drivers are to your sinning. But you didn’t care, and Calum couldn’t care less. He looked down at you adoringly as you sucked him off contently.

“I l-love your lips around my c-cock, baby girl, mmf,” Calum sputters, pure euphoria channeling all over his body as he held your head. His tip was poking at your throat every few bobs, having you feel afraid to vomit. But you trusted Calum and he wouldn’t go so far. “B-but if you k-keep this up, I’m gonna--” you quickly began to hum, having Calum release a load growl as he pulled you off of his dick. It made a ‘pop!’ sound as you began breathing heavily. Pre-cum was ornate all over your mouth,

“’Cum,’ right?” You teased, giving him a smirk as you licked off Calum’s juices from your mouth. Your core was burning hot and only increasing as you stared at Calum’s now sweaty state. Calum grabbed your chin between his index finger and thumb, gently tugging it towards you to plant a kiss on your lips. He kissed you hungrily, immediately shoving his tongue into your mouth as he claimed dominance.

“Let’s move to the back,” Calum spoke on your lips, feeling the vibrations of his words on yours. You began taking off your shoes, removing your socks with them. As you were going to remove your sweater really quick, Calum grabbed your shoulder and stopped you. “Strip for me, baby girl.”

“What did you think I was gonna do?” you whispered, watching him sit back as you quickly removed your sweater. You tossed your sweater down to your feet as your hands ran down your breasts to the hem of Calum’s shirt. You slowly removed it, having your breasts get goosebumps from the sudden loss of heat. You glance up at Calum, who was biting his bottom lip harshly from desire. Reaching for the back strap of your bra, you un-clipped it and allowed your breasts to bounce freely.

“Holy fuck,” Calum breathed, his hand stroking his dick slowly as your breasts were now free and revealed to your horny boyfriend. You giggled, feeling slightly shy but still confident due to his reactions. “Get in the back, Princess. I’ll finish undressing you.”

“Okay, daddy,” you hummed, making Calum freeze as you hopped into the backseats. You sat down and looked at Calum, giving him an innocent smile as you waited patiently for him to join. You even moved over so he had space to hop into the back with you.

“Now you’re asking for it, Y/N,” Calum growled, the husk in his voice making you more excited. You watched as he completely took off his pants and underwear before making his difficult trip to the back. He was so tall that it made you giggle to see him struggle. “You laughin’ at me, baby?”

“It was amusing to watch you,” you admitted, giggling a bit as he gave you a jokingly stern face. But he quickly got serious, as he took your hip and flipped you over so you were on your hands and knees in the back. Immediately, you felt his hands grab onto your shorts, pulling them down desperately. Your underwear was now revealed to Calum, having him giggle at the unicorn panties you had on.

“You’re so cute, Y/N,” Calum chuckled as his hands began rubbing up the back of your thighs. You then felt his fingers press against your pussy, feeling your wet undergarments as it continued to get moist.

“C-Calum,” you shrieked a bit, flushing from the abrupt touch as he began to rub your panties into your pussy. Pleasure erupted from the action, loving how Calum’s fingers felt against your sex. “P-please hurry...”

“Impatient, are we?” Calum asked, having you nod vigorously as your ass twitched from his fingers digging between your panties and sex. You felt his fingers slightly enter your pussy, rubbing against your smooth clit gently as you desperately leaned against the window. You felt Calum withdraw his hand as it proceed with the sound of plastic being opened. He suddenly spanked your left buttcheek, having you squeal from the impact.

“C-Cal!” You shrieked, getting a chuckle from Calum before his hands wrapped themselves on your waist. He stood up a little straighter, but still a little slouched due to the low car roof above the two of you.

“Lower your bum a little bit, baby,” Calum cooed, having you lower yourself just a bit. Your hands were firmly pressed against the window, with your forehead and breasts just 2 inches from it. “You ready for me, babygirl?”

“Mm--” before you can respond, he slammed into you, feeling his entire length now inside you. “A-ah, C-Cal--!” He proceeded to thrust inside you with all his power, having your breasts hitting the cold glass of the window in front of you. Your nipples went erect from the cool sensation as it kept hitting the window with every thrust Calum did inside you. Your fingers desperately wanted to wrap themselves around something, having them slightly bend as your fingertips were pressed on it.

“I wish I spilled my water at the gas station,” Calum groaned as his fingers began digging into your waist. “So I could’ve taken you right then and there, so he could see the pleasure I was giving you.”

“C-Cal I’m gon-na--” you chocked a bit as Calum fastened his pace.

“He could never make you feel this fucking good,” Calum announced, his hard dick coming in and out of you as fast as he could. “You better cum good and hard for me, babygirl.” With those words, you immediately released, cursing and screaming Calum’s name. You felt Calum cum in the condom, having yourself feeling further pleasure before Calum pulled out. He pressed his face on your bum, with his tongue reaching into your leaking vagina. He was eating your release, having you moan louder in pure ecstasy.

“Mm, C-Cal,” you breathed heavily, with your chest heaving as you were still pressed against the window. Calum quickly grabbed you by your hips and turned you around, allowing you to sit and see your boyfriend breathing just as heavy. He licked his lips as sweat was dripped down your neck and right off your erect nipples.

“I want more,” Calum growled, getting right on top of you as he began to suck on your erect nipple.

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