#and then when I found her in the backyard she didn't acknowledge me and just ignored me while I sat next to her

[bl00dst41ned]

Hellooo. Can you please write a fic where Jobe goes to meet the reader’s family or she goes to meet his family? Or maybe both? Thank you.

*.·:·.✦ family ties ✦.·:·.*

pairing: jobe bellingham x female reader

summary: in which it’s time for Jobe and you to meet one another’s family

author's note: I liked the idea but couldn’t choose so I decided to create a context in order to do both. didn't know how to finish it. taking a little pause to start school, coming back once I'm organized

word count: 1319

You slipped on your pair of White Oreo Jordan 4s as low music played in the room. You finalized your outfit with beaded colorful bracelet and your apple watch. Before getting out of your room, you went to the full body mirror and checked yourself, readjusting your shirt and fixing the little cowlicks in your hair. Once you felt ready, you grabbed your phone and went down to the living room.

Downstairs, your mother walked back and forth between the kitchen and backyard. You went up to help her prep the table. As you did so, you received a message from your boyfriend, Jobe.

Jobe 🪐

We’re here in five

Y/N 🦋

Okay

Are you nervous?

Jobe 🪐

i wish i could disappear rn

you?

Y/N 🦋

I’m silently dying

Jobe 🪐

yeah, we’re ready

Y/N 🦋 liked this message

Seems like neither of you were ready for this moment.

You and Jobe had got together three months ago. It was all going smoothly, the two of you enjoying the beginning of your relationship. But some way your parents found ou about it and immediately wished to meet their daughter’s boyfriend. After a conversation between you two, Jobe agreed to tell his parents about you so that the two families could meet. Which led to now. The Bellinghams were on the way to have a lunch with your family. At first, it didn’t affect you that much but the closer they were to meet, the more nervous you felt. Unfortunately for you, you did not have time to calm down as you watched their family car park in front of your house.

You watched as Jude, Jobe and his parents walked towards the door before ringing the door.

“Go open the door” Your mom raised her voice getting you out of your thoughts.

Without noticing, you had zoned out and stayed immobile. You hurried to the door, taking a deep breath before opening to the wide smiles of Jobe’s parents. You gave one back, translating your shyness, a small voice escaping your mouth greeting them. You then let them in, individually addressing them until it was Jobe’s turn. 

It was very uncomfortable to be watched by your relatives while interacting. You two weren’t big on PDA, especially since it’s still the beginning. As if your brains connected, Jobe bent down to give you a small hug, a hand resting on your back as you had your arm around his neck, leaving a quick kiss on his neck when nobody noticed.

Except for Jude. He sent him a knowing look as if to signal he had seen the intimate moment. It only resulted in earning a glare from his younger brother.

“So you must be Jobe ?” Your dad came out of nowhere, standing straight making you chuckle a bit. He was not frightening at all, just loved to stress his daughter’s boyfriends.

Jobe only nodded not daring to say anything out loud. You could only empathise with him since his mom made her feel the same way.

The conversation between your dad and him was very awkward for you and Jobe. Luckily, the rest of the people were talking with your mom and not paying attention.

Once the introduction ended, you all went to the dining room to enjoy the food your mom made.

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It had been almost two hours since the Bellinghams were at your house. Your mom and Denise seemed to get along well. They asked questions about you or Jobe at times but fortunately for you, the whole lunch was not focused on your couple. Until now.

“Oh Y/N, you didn’t tell me how you guys met?”

Both of your eyes widened as you didn’t think they would acknowledge you at all.

“Well, we were at the activity centre together back then and we found ourselves in a groupchat” You simply explained, mentioning your old activity centre hoping that the conversation would shift away to another subject.

“Oh you were at the centre too, Jobe. You remembered her?” Your mom kept on asking questions now to Jobe.

“Yeah” He paused to finish swallowing his food. “She was the only girl that played cars with us boys”

The whole table shared a little laugh now talking about the two of you as kids. The parents took turns into revealing embarrassing moments of your childhoods as you two just laughed, both out of mockery and embarrassment.

“I remember once Jobe was chased by a goose”

You tried to contain the loud laugh that attempted to escape your mouth as Jobe’s mouth dropped.

“Mom we agreed to not talk about this day” Jobe whined as you laughed at him.

“I don’t know why you’re laughing Y/N because it happened to you too” Your dad spoke loudly making sure to be heard by the entire table.

It was now Jobe’s turn to laugh at you as you sent a mean stare to your dad. You were very good at clapping back but your dad was the ultimate champion at violating. He taught you everything you needed to know. Even though you were accustomed to this, it still stung a lot.

You tried to keep a mean facial expression but the smile on your dad’s face only made you smile too.

The rest of the lunch, you talked and got to know each other, the happy atmosphere never leaving.

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After lunch time, Denise went to you in order to have a conversation. Your nervousness from earlier came back in a second, having you bite your cheek repeatedly.

You two sat down outside on the outdoor sofa. She could tell you were nervous as she began talking by, firstly reassuring you. 

“I’m not here to threaten you, don’t worry” She spoke as she put her hand on your thigh to calm you down. “There’s nothing that made rubbed me the wrong way about you. You’re nice, funny and look gorgeous. So me talking to you has nothing to do with complaining about you. As long as you stay respectful and don’t hurt my son I’m good. Other than that, you’re welcome in my house with my family, okay?”

Throughout all the time, you could only nod and agree, each word making you more comfortable. Once she finished, you let out a small “Yes” before she pulled you into a warm hug.

While you spoke to Denise, your mom went to talk to Jobe, bringing him to the porch. Jobe instantly went stiff, not knowing what to expect from her.

“Don’t be nervous, I don’t bite” Your mom joked as Jobe tried to chill. “When I found out about you and Y/N, I was a bit skeptical. But her excitement every she went to see you and her coming back with a smile on her face took all my doubts away. She’s smart and knows what she’s doing, and I trust her to do the right choices. Now I need to trust you.” Her tone felt more serious at the last sentence.

“All I’m asking you” She continued “is to promise me to keep that smile on her face, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am” He spoke as confidently as he could at the moment.

She repeated to make sure he stood on his answer, which he did. Once your mom felt like she said what she had to say, they got up and got back inside. He found you seated on the stairs and joined you, putting his arm around your shoulder.

“She wasn’t to harsh with you?” You asked, scared of what your mother could have said.

“Nah, at all. You?”

“No, your mom is so nice”

He nodded and sighed. Meeting each other’s family is a big step in your relationship, and you both were very happy to have overcome it. Having the trust of your relatives meant everything. You now knew you could grow freely in your relationship.

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[mbrainspaz]

oops went off on my conservative gran again last night because I called to complain about the housing market because I'll never be able to afford a place to live again unless my salary magically doubles and nobody is paying that much. Naturally she decided to bring up my rich uncles the Dallas slumlords. me: I just wish I could buy property because I hate renting. I'm so sick of funneling all my money into the pockets of the greedy rich landlords. I wish we could stop them from buying up all the property so that people like me could afford to live.

gran: What about all the people who can't afford to buy property?

me: if there weren't all these landlords monopolizing housing, it would be more affordable.

gran: But that's what your uncles do. They buy up apartments and get companies to run them.

me: I know. that's why I don't get along with them so good. I really don't like that they're slumlords.

gran: UPH! Ah! Yuh—you can't say that! And you love your uncles!

me: Actually I haven't gotten along with uncle 2 very well at all since 2020 when we were at their house for christmas and he had the audacity to complain to me —who was literally homeless at the time— that he wasn't allowed to kick out all the tenants who were failing to pay rent during the pandemic. While he was drinking a $400 glass of whisky at his lake house where he keeps part of his luxury car collection.

gran: he didn't say that.

[#gaslightgatekeepgirlboss]

me: he did. I didn't say anything at the time because I didn't want to start a fight at christmas but I'll never forget it.

[I also made a post about it about 5 minutes after it happened because that's what you do when you've spent your whole life being gaslit by your family.]

I actually found out they were slumlords back in 2017, another time I was struggling with housing. I was talking about my struggles and Uncle 1 jokingly offered to let me rent a place in Dallas for a discount. He jokes like that all the time. One time he offered to buy me a car when mine was breaking down. Haha so funny. But this time I was so desperate I didn't realize he was joking. When I earnestly asked him if I could do that he immediately backtracked and said "you wouldn't want to rent the places we own." "I would though," I said. "I just want a place to live." "No," he said, "the buildings we own are run down and in bad parts of town." Like... buddy. My guy. Mine uncle. I'd just spent the last year renting a house where my next door neighbor kept 6 broken fridges in her front yard as lawn ornaments, my backyard neighbors beat their dogs, my front yard was a parking lot, and the abandoned house at the end of the street had creepy dolls in the windows. The absolute inability of the rich to comprehend or even acknowledge the struggles of the poor eternally flabbergasts me. And crazily enough I'd just had the exact same conversation with a rich christian guy from my church in Oklahoma City who owned slums there. Funny how I know so many people who own so much housing and yet they always look at me, a hard-working young pretty white girl (at the time) who should never have to face hardship according their f*cked up white supremacist prosperity gospel worldviews, and immediately confess that they're slumlords. It's almost like this is a systemic problem or something.

[skullz-chamber]

My siblings aren't the only people that my murderous ideologies ooze on to. I had solid plans to murder el homies neighbor.

I had been living with el homie and my cats had to be outside. My cats all passed away, and it broke me, brother. I had to figure out why. How. I asked Death to remove my veil..to not let me see this through hurt ( I was like, who hexed me beotch bc I don't light candles, I pull guns that only Jesus can jam )

So I studied everyone. Who walked down the street. Who sped. Who acknowledges cats. Who has dogs. Are any off leash? How in the hell do 5 cats get run over?

I observed the stray cats crossing the same path on a daily basis. A path across the street, to the neighbors house. It's the same path I found my cats on.

I didn't understand why my cats would go there. Their bowls were always full. Turns out this lady leaves table food scraps for the strays in her backyard. Not realizing cats have to cross a busy street to get to it.

And it was over. I studied her routine, i took so many pics of her house w my camera. Observed the front and side doors. she had no cameras. Lives alone. No visitors. 4 dogs. Not involved in the community block watch. Mid 50s.

The next step was to befriend her. At this point i was able to catch on to the whole "this is totally not healthy" thing and moved on.

But i acknowledged it last week and cried a bit. Bc when I really want something, I don't even post about it or discuss it in therapy. I just .. do it. That worries me just a bit but it's smart. I refuse to go to a mental hospital and sharing certain things in real time could land me there.

[imaginationofomi]

Come Together

Thirty-Four

Nayeli bit her tongue for the next hour, covering the third wall with its first coat of paint while she ignored Isaiah's looks of curiosity. She was too embarrassed to make eye contact and moved around him like he wasn't there at all. She spoke if he asked her a question, nodded or shook her head if it required a yes or a no, but that was where all interaction ended.

Feeling like a fool was new to her, but after being humiliated three times on three separate occasions by three different men, she would soon be used to the emotion. Add it to the bottom of the list of things she would also grow used to.

Lunchtime snuck up on them, and Nayeli slipped away without a word to use the bathroom, venturing into the backyard when Isaiah was occupied with his phone. She pulled a few black cherry tomatoes off of the vine to snack on and contemplated what she wanted to eat. The garden was usually her inspiration, but no ideas jumped out at her as she walked through the stone aisles between the raised beds.

Her avocado tree was loaded, and she used the picker to pull down a few to ripen inside. She then sat on the swing underneath it, tugging off the leaves and twigs that came down with the fruit.

"If you were trying to hide, I found you."

She glanced up out of habit, backing up to one end of the swing so there was ample space for him to sit without them coming into contact.

"I'm not hiding," she said, ripping a leaf to pieces and letting it float to the ground like green confetti, "This is a poor spot to try." The swing was in perfect view of the back door. All he had to do was look through it to see her.

Isaiah sat down carefully and scooted into her line of vision because she refused to look up. He tapped her knee until she acknowledged him with a brief glance.

"I upset you," he said, having picked up on her change in mood. He was trying to be cautious, not wanting to slip and make things awkward between them again, but they reached that place regardless.

"No, you didn't."

"It feels like I did. I'm sorry."

"I'm not mad at you, Isaiah." She finally made eye contact so he knew that she meant business, but the look on his face confused her.

"You're feeling something," he said and shifted closer. Her back pushed against the arm of the swing, no room left to run. Their knees touched, and she inhaled sharply.

"I'm feeling a lot of things."

"Like?"

"Embarrassment, for one." Gazes locked, she couldn't lie to him, so she went back to focusing on anything but his face.

"Why are you embarrassed?"

"It doesn't matter. I only came out here to find ideas for lunch. Do you have any?" she asked as she stood up. She hadn't even taken a complete step when he grabbed her hand. Looking at his fingers wrapped around hers, she blinked several times, feet rooted to the dirt. 

"It does matter because you're feeling it." He lightly pulled her hand, gentle expression coaxing her into submission, "Sit down. Please."

"We can talk about the food inside. I might have better ideas-"

"Nayeli."

Her butt hit the cushion, and they swayed for a few seconds, "Please don't say my name like that." She could imagine him moaning it in her ear, giving her orders. The thought made her insides quiver. 

"Why are you afraid to talk to me all of a sudden? Are you worried about my reaction?"

"There's really nothing left to be worried about. I already know how this conversations ends."

"Let me in on the secret, then, because I don't." He stared hard, and she dropped her head only for him to lift it back up.

"Is it possible you could just let this one go?" she asked, her voice weakening.

"I could," he said, and her shoulders returned to a relaxed position, "Am I going to? No." That didn't last long at all.

"Whyyyyy?"

"Because you need to stop being childish."

"I'm being childish?"

"Yes, you are. It's okay to ask for what you want Lil Bit."

"I shouldn't have to ask," she grumbled what she hoped was incoherently.

"Childish. I'm not going to talk for you."

Obviously unsuccessful, she decided to put on her grown up undies. He wasn't going to let her out of the conversation, so she had to put up or shut up. She filled her lungs with air, looked him in the face and caved because he seemed so expectant. The stubborn side of her put her foot down.

"I can't believe you're really going to make me say it."

"Damn right I am. My pancakes are legendary, and you ran out on me." His playful smirk eased her up, and she groaned.

"I'm sorry, but I actually did have to go to work."

"I'm hearing excuses instead of the truth." He gave her another expectant look and she groaned again.

"Now you're just being mean," she said

"Am I or are you just a punk?"

"Both."

"I'll stop being mean if you stop being a punk," he negotiated, loosening his grip on her hand. It was enough to break contact, and she rushed to stand, walking toward the house as she answered him.

"You know, I don't like the way this is going. I just came out here to find some lunch. You want some lunch? I want some lunch." She heard his footsteps behind her and sped up, but Isaiah's strides had to be twice hers and he put his arm around her shoulders and across her chest to pull her back, holding her in place, "This is hardly fair. I didn't even get a good head start."

"Now you can't say I haven't touched you," he teased in her ear.

"You know what I meant."

"Nope. I'm not sure I do. Why don't you tell me?"

"Your determination is award worthy."

"So is your ability to try avoiding a conversation." He led her closer to the house, letting her go when they got to the concrete by the door. Nayeli straightened her shirt, guessing ways to get around him because he made sure to block her path inside.

"Why do you want me to say it so bad? If you know, you know."

"I want to know you're making the decision because you want to and nothing else," he said, his face turning serious. She felt a shift between them and stood straighter.

"Nothing else?" she questioned.

"We were drunk, Lil Bit. I invited you out because I knew you'd been down, and I wanted you to feel better. My intentions going into that night weren't to sleep with you, and I'd never had the feeling that you wanted to until then. When you got up the next day like you regretted what we did, I figured it was a one time thing because we drank too much. You could barely look at me. I wasn't gonna press you when you were clearly uncomfortable. I care about you more than I care about anybody, and I was worried that I fucked up. I didn't know if you thought I should've stopped what happened or felt like I took advantage of the situation, and if that is something you felt or feel, tell me now."

She reached out to touch him instantly, "I never felt like you took advantage of me, not even when I woke up and realized where I was. I knew exactly what I'd done. I remember you trying to take care of me, and I remember telling you no every time you said you'd take the couch. Drunk or not, I wanted it to happen. Like I said, my reaction was about me, not you. I.....my gosh, I can't believe I'm about to tell you this." She already started. Might as well finish the thought so he understood why she high tailed it out of there, "I've only had sex with one man other than you. I'd never had a one night stand, and I freaked out because you're well......you. The standard. Golden boy. Lieutenant. My dad's right hand. You were supposed to be off limits, and I felt like I messed up by not controlling myself. And then, you know, there are the flashbacks I get from that night that make it hard to look at you too long without getting hot in the pants," she mumbled the last part because she still wasn't ready to say it with her chest.

"You make me hot in the pants, too," he chuckled.

"I'm glad you think this is funny."

"Don't pout." He walked closer to her, hovering between too close and not close enough, "I have your full consent to touch you?" he asked. Nayeli's mouth dried out as it dawned on her that her earlier assumptions were slightly incorrect. 

"Whenever you want." Even her throat sounded dry. She swallowed harshly as he grabbed her waist and pulled her into him. Her heartbeat rose to her ears, and everything around her seemed to bounce in and out of focus.

"Thank you." He kissed her hungrily, and her eyes slid shut as her hands ran up his arms to his neck. Their tongues came in contact, pushing at and curling around each other. The swarm of bees in her belly buzzed calmly until they slowly started to rage and she felt like they might come out of her navel. She pressed closer, lifting her legs to lock them around his waist and even out the playing field, the blessing and curse of being short.

It was warm outside, and she was warmer taped to the body she wanted to strip. For majority of their time together thus far, she fought off urges and kept feelings to herself. She didn't have to do that anymore, and it felt too good.

She pulled back to breathe properly, looked into Isaiah's eyes and smiled.

"I've been waiting for that for over a month," she said, leaning forward to kiss him again.

"You could've had it sooner if you spoke up," he replied. He held her weight with one arm and carried her inside. She reached behind him to slide the screen door shut.

"If I had any hints that I wasn't the only one that wanted to get down and dirty, I would have. For a second it was like you looked at me as a little sister or a friend."

"I could never think of you as a sister, even before."

"And a friend?"

"The way I see you transcends all relationships because you transcend all expectations. You are perfect and precious to me in a way that no one else could ever be. It's an honor and a privilege to know you, so I'll take what I can get, Lil Bit. Whatever that looks like, I'm game."

"You'll take what you can get, whatever that looks like?" Nayeli repeated slowly, eyes narrowed into a perplexed squint. Her brain absorbed each of his statements piece by piece, and she released his midsection to stand on solid ground. She needed something beneath her feet to know that she wasn't in the middle of a lucid dream.

Isaiah nodded once, "I know what I can and can't live with. I know that you're not over your co-parent and that you guys will more than likely get back together at some point. I know that there's something between us, and I know we could be great together, but knowing doesn't put the pieces in place. Choices do. I want you to be free to make choices without feeling like you have to worry about what I'll say or do. I want you to do what makes you happy. All I'm asking is to be a part of that happiness however I can be. As a friend, a lover, whatever you need."

"What about your needs? You know I'm always going to worry about what you're feeling." She ran her hand over his buzz cut, and he rested his forehead on hers for a couple of seconds.

"I'd rather have you in my life than out of it. I've already made my choice. I'll worry about my heart. Allow me to be your peace." He pecked her lips delicately, relieved that he no longer had to hold back what he felt was natural to him. He would've done it forever without another choice, but he was glad to have one. He hadn't gotten any chances with her in the past. 

When his parents passed and Maxwell took on a parental role, she treated him like extended family, lessening the ache of not having one of his own. She was in a new relationship at the time. Then he met Rose, and his world flipped, though he never really stopped thinking about his Lil Bit. While he didn't spend those days pining for her, she always crossed his mind in one way or another. Random things brought her to his attention on a daily basis for years.

He would remember the way she smiled at him on the off chances she visited the firehouse. He'd remember the scent of her shampoo, the scriptures and quotes she shared with him, the way she would look at him when she knew he was sad, how her hands felt and made him feel when she comforted him.

He thought of her when he had chocolate chip cookies that weren't hers, when he saw any kind of flower because he knew how much she liked them, when he passed the beach because the first time they met was at a bonfire. A sunny day could make him think of her, and he'd imagine her spinning in circles in the grass like she did with Tatiana at the barbecue.

Nayeli meant the world to him and he meant what he said about taking what he could get. One does not deny an angel on earth. That was what his father used to say to and about his mother. Nayeli was very similar to the late Adriana, from character down to her middle name, Adrienne. Sometimes he pondered if that was why he felt so strongly for her despite never being together. She reminded him of his favorite woman, had become his favorite woman after spending more time together.

Karaoke night unexpectedly opened a door for him. All of the days he spent after worrying about the way he might've made her feel forced him into action. He never wanted to disrespect her or harm her in anyway. It was important he made that abundantly clear.

He knew the risks he took when he asked her to hang out the first time. He was prepared for rejection then, for her to distance herself from him, maybe even curse him out for what went down, but she met him for a yoga class in the park. Though she'd been stiff with him at first, it didn't take long for her to relax into the comfortable companionship they always shared. She calmed his worries then, and he hadn't stopped asking to see her since.

Being around her made him feel complete, something he never felt in his years with Rose or any other relationship. There had been a hole in his heart since losing his family, one that grew when Rose got rid of their baby without talking to him, but around Nayeli, that hole didn't exist.

No matter what, he couldn't lose her, too. If that meant being a friend when she needed one, he would do it. Standing in the background while she created a family? As long as it made her happy, he would do it. He would do anything she asked.

"And I thought I spent too much time in my head," she quipped, running her hands down his arms and grabbing his fingers, "I don't want you out of my life either."

He was relieved to hear it. He was relieved overall. Every worry in his mind eased, he took the liberty of kissing her again because he could, and when she returned the kiss, he felt the divine presence of an angelic being.

Nayeli took a couple of steps backward and pulled him with her. He gave her much to think about, but her mind went in one direction. Bedroom. He caught her hint, feet moving fast to the door she guided him to.

It took her a while to be able to sleep in the primary bedroom again. She'd only just started to feel comfortable a little over a week ago. It would be the second room they painted together. She sat on the neatly made bed and scooted back to the center, coaxing Isaiah forward with a curl of her finger.

He crawled between her legs and kissed his way up her throat, slowly caressing her thighs under her loose, cotton shorts. She gripped his shirt with tight fingers, sliding her tongue past his lips to tango with his. Her body was filled with nervous jitters and carnal desire, blood thrumming through her veins with so much power she felt the flow. She wanted to rip his clothes off, but that didn't seem lady like.

It was finally happening after weeks of wet daydreams. He was in her grasp, and she couldn't get close enough. She crossed her ankles behind his back, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling at the back of his shirt. He sat up to snatch it off, dropped his pelvis and rubbed his hardening length against her dampening center.

Nayeli was seconds away from soaking her shorts, and the friction from his body plus the soft material had her mewling into his mouth as the rest of her body hummed with excitement. She lifted her hips to match the rhythm of his dry humping, finding a release so quick and potent she scared herself.

"Shorts off," she panted against his lips, pushing at his waistband eagerly, "There are condoms in that top drawer." She was over wasting time and stripped herself as he grabbed a couple of rubbers and tossed them onto the bed next to her.

Foreplay was the last thing on her mind as Isaiah took the time to worship every inch of her body. She wanted him to hurry along, but his kisses and nips along her skin made her squirm and moan loudly. He kneaded her flesh, licked patterns across her hips and continued the design until he trapped her clit under the expert assault of his lips and tongue, transporting her to a state of bliss.

Two more orgasms took over her body before they were eye to eye again, kissing feverishly as she reached for one of the condoms and rolled it onto him. The nerves that had disappeared with her release returned as she remembered how sore she was the morning after their first time. Looking down at all the girth that waited for her, she inhaled deeply and looked up into Isaiah's eyes.

"I'll go slow," he assured her. It was for both of their benefit, really. She wouldn't be in any pain, and he'd get to enjoy watching her face contort as he worked his way inside of her. Her expressions were hedonistic, and they sent shockwaves of unbridled gratification straight to groin. It pleased him to know that he was pleasing her.

Their initial contact made them both vocal, and Nayeli shuddered as Isaiah slid the tip of his dick up and down her slit, coating the lubricated condom with the slickness pouring out of her body.

"Don't tease me," she whined and grabbed ahold of him, stroking him tight and slow. He moaned, smashing his lips onto hers. They fought over control, Nayeli eventually backing down because it felt better to be handled than to do the handling, but she was ready for more, "Isaiah."

The faint way she said his name, so soft and innocent, made his dick jump and leak into the condom. He tapped her lips with his and lined himself up with her entrance, pressing into her tight, warm center and groaning as she clenched to keep him from moving back.

Nayeli whined again, forcing her body to relax so she could accept all of him, and when she finally managed to, euphoria filled her limbs, starting in her pussy and spreading like water on a dry surface. Her jaw sat unhinged with silent screams, mouth drying out as she breathed.

It was better than she remembered, hotter, more passionate. They rolled all over her bed, messing up the sheets as they switched positions and made the cool air coming from the vent obsolete. Sweat poured from her body as she threw it back on him so good he shouted her name and had to pull out because he wanted her on her back so he could look at her as he filled the condom. They came together, and he cursed in her ear, kissing her face as he caught his breath. She arrived at a definitive conclusion as she came down from her post-coital high.

There was absolutely no way she was giving him up.

☼☼☼

EJ didn't know what to do with himself in an empty house. No one begging him to watch princess movies or asking for ice cream for breakfast. No one warming the empty side of his bed. He thought about inviting a woman over to keep him company. Life was lonely, and he still wasn't used to the quiet.

Fallon was always available midday because of her job, but she was beginning to get attached. He could tell by how hesitant she was to let him leave her bed the last time they fucked. She'd hugged his back as he was putting his shoes on, kissed his neck and practically begged him to cuddle her instead of making his usual mad dash out of her apartment. Intimacy wasn't something he did outside of a relationship. To that day, he'd never kissed her or the other two women he'd spent time with. He had rules, and she tried to break them. If it weren't for the convenience, she would've been next on his list to go.

Blair was in an open marriage and rarely had time to spend with him as she had her own kids to worry about along with a husband, and after his second time fucking Taylor, she asked for commitment flat out. That was the last time he hit her up. What once looked like a decent starter rotation dwindled, and he was left to confront the thoughts he tried to get rid of.

He was unsure if Nayeli loved him.

The few weeks she had him wait to explore and see where they stood came and went quickly. During that time, he tried to get them back to where they were before the Christmas debacle. She seemed receptive to all of it until he asked if they could work on picking up where they left off.

"That's not possible," she'd told him with a grim expression, "If we pick up where we left off, we're back to the beginning of the end."

He felt an underlying meaning in her words, that there was another reason she wasn't ready to return to him. They talked their issues out. They understood what mistakes they made. Resuming their relationship wouldn't be the beginning of the end because they knew better now. So he asked her if she found someone else. She said no, but there was hesitation in her voice. He didn't want to call her a liar, even if she was one.

It seemed that the writing was on the wall. Their relationship was truly over, and guilt weighed heavily on him for acting like a complete ass, from his mistreatment of her to the way he went after Isaiah. He was sure that plus his drunken night at her home were the final reasons she appeared to be pulling away from him.

While he wasn't done yet, he could feel the desire to continue trying getting weaker. If she could be honest with him, it would make everything easier, but she held back, and that was new for him. What was he supposed to do? He didn't know.

Being a discerning individual wasn't a strong point of his. The right answer had been in front of him plenty of times, and he liked going left. Against good, plain common sense, he text Fallon hopeful that he would be able to bust a nut and go on about his day. However, karma for mistakes he made came to collect. The woman that was never busy didn't have time for him at that moment. He sighed. It was probably better that way.

His boys were avoiding him, too. He understood that. They were all getting too old to be partying like college students in the streets as they had been thanks to him. The amount of liquor he'd had in the last couple of months was alarming, and the behavior that accompanied it was unacceptable. He needed to get his life in order.

Calling Tati's tablet to check on her and brighten up his otherwise boring day, he was disappointed when she didn't answer and called his mom to get ahold of her. They were out at Knott's Berry Farm, standing in line for the log ride, and Tatiana animatedly talked about all of the contraptions she'd been on before she told him she had to go because it was their turn to ride. She blew kisses and hung up, and he was alone once more in the quiet of his bedroom.

He craned his neck and looked behind him, reaching into his headboard for the frame with the picture of him and Nayeli kissing with an orca in the background inside of it. He put a finger on the glass and sighed sadly. It was one of his favorites.

More than just her birthday and their first date, that was the day he thought he knew Nayeli loved him. He bared his soul, and she didn't run. She embraced him instead. The memory was a far cry from where they'd ended up. They went from discussing marriage and who was allowed to die first to both feeling like the other didn't care as much as they once thought. It was a quick switch for them.

EJ wanted to be wrong. He hadn't lied about the dreams, about when they started and what he asked for before the first. He simply let his emotions and his ego get the better of him and made a hasty decision that didn't align with what he consistently told her. If he'd listened to her instead of jumping to conclusions, there could be a ring on her finger. They could be planning a wedding.

Maxwell had every reason to question whether he would cut and run at the first sign of trouble. That was exactly what he'd done while Nayeli had done the opposite. Expressing her concerns wasn't running nor was it a bad thing, and each time she did, he reacted in a way that made her feel like it was.

He'd laughed at and dismissed her insecurities instead of trying to understand why she felt them. He dumped her after she faced adversity at the hands of his ex and hers. She took responsibility for Tatiana, and he returned the favor by acting like she was a thorn in his side. He was lucky she hadn't disappeared on them. The word sorry wasn't enough to repair the damage he caused.

He'd given up on her when she needed him. That was not an appropriate action for a husband. It was no wonder she was so hesitant to let him back into her heart. He shunned and spurned her and hopped into the next bitch's bed to try and forget like the dumbass he was, standing on the decision like it was the best one he'd made in his life.

If he was right, and Nayeli didn't love him, he could hardly blame her. They had some good moments, some amazing moments, but the bad outweighed them all. He could see that now. His only hope was to create better memories. If he succeeded at nothing else, he was going to follow Maxwell's advice and get her to the orchard she wanted to visit.

He left his room and went to his office on the first floor. The expensive, custom designed desk was covered in sketches of timepieces and other loose items from his work the previous night. He picked up pencils, stacked papers, and sat down, opening his laptop and typing in his password when the wide screen woke up.

A bunch of shit waited for him; emails, orders, a budget report he needed to look over before he made a final decision on the design of his new storefront. He bypassed all of it to do extensive research on his destination, booking a private excursion and a suite at a nearby resort for the following weekend.

There was plenty to do on site, so they wouldn't be bored apart from going to pick fruit off of trees. He added a couple's massage to the itinerary, planned for time in the man made hot springs, and contacted his jeweler to bring some pieces by the house to pick out an apology gift. Nayeli would appreciate the surprise, and it would help nudge him back toward her good side. All of the gestures he had made thus far hadn't done much for him.

With that settled, he walked out of his office feeling productive. It was a step in the right direction, one he should've taken when it was first suggested. He and Nayeli could get some proper alone time. He could pick her brain to gauge where she was at. He could make her fall in love again. He hoped to make her fall in love again.

Because he still wanted to marry her. He still wanted to buy her a farm, travel the world, have a bunch of babies that they could watch grow up from the porch. He wanted it so much that the anticipation for the upcoming excursion made it hard for him to remain occupied on his own. He showered and got dressed, checking himself in the mirror before he grabbed the keys to his Lamborghini from the drawer.

The roar of the souped up engine gave him a boost of confidence as he started the car and sped out of Oceanview. Driving to Nayeli's house was like traveling on autopilot. He knew the route almost as well as he knew how to get to his own home. He could find it without looking at street signs in the dark, but with the days getting longer, that wasn't necessary.

Her neighborhood was quiet in the early evening, and when he came down her street, making a right into her driveway, he found her neatening up the flowers in front of the house. She looked up at the sound of his car, standing and smiling when he got out. She put her shears on the bench and dusted dirt, twigs and leaves from her hands.

"I didn't expect to see you today," she said, though it was hardly a complaint, "You're just in time, too. I have a batch of lemon rosemary shortbread cookies in the oven, and I need a taste tester."

"I'll never turn down your cookies," he replied playfully, failing to dodge the swipe she took at him because of his double entendre. He hugged her and kissed the top of her head, trying not to feel offended as she shimmied away from him soon after.

"You can help me make the icing."

"You always tryna put me to work. Why I can't just come over to eat?"

"Would you like me to recite the scripture again?" she queried and quirked an eyebrow, reminding him of the first meal they made together in her house.

"I already worked today. I should be able to enjoy the fruits of my labor."

"What labor have you done today?"

"I planned a trip for us," he said and held his breath while he waited for her reaction. She stopped mid-step, turning to look up at him with curious eyes. His heart hammered loudly.

"A trip?"

"Yeah, so don't plan anything next weekend. We'll be gone four days. Make whatever arrangements you need to make for work, and I'll take care of anything that goes wrong."

Her face didn't give him any answers. She was looking at him, but he wished he could tell what she was thinking. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, and her curls bounced lightly as she tapped her foot on the floor like she was considering whether to accept or reject his weekend proposal. The longer she took to respond, the more he started to sweat and think that he didn't have a chance in hell of getting her back. He was going to have to settle for a lesser version of her and wouldn't get half of what he wanted in return.

"Okay," she nodded slowly, shocking him thoroughly. He thought he was throwing spaghetti noodles at the wall with none of them sticking.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I don't have a wedding in the queue, so I can take a couple of days off. It'll be nice to get out of the city," she said and grabbed his hand. Her touch soothed his nerves. Maybe he did have a chance in hell after all, "Thank you for making plans."

"It's about time we got to be alone for real."

"Sounds like someone has an ulterior motive." She side-eyed him, opening the oven door to peek in on the cookies. There were still a couple of minutes on the timer, but with shortbread and other desserts, she liked to eyeball them rather than relying on a set time. Her years of experience gave her the ability to determine whether they were done by appearance.

"That depends on what you consider an ulterior motive."

"What are you looking to get out of this?" she asked, filling a small bowl with powdered sugar and cutting a lemon in half to juice it.

"I want to get back what we lost," he answered, "I want us to be us again."

"Ezra." The name was a good sign, so good that he ignored the sigh that left her lips after she said it, "A few days alone isn't going to solve everything."

"It's a start, though. We'll never know what's going to happen unless we try. Let's just try. Please." He hated sounding like a beggar, but Nayeli was still the only woman in the world that could bring him to his knees to plead for forgiveness. He wasn't on the floor yet, but he'd sink on command.

"I already said yes."

"It kinda feels like you wanna change your answer."

"I don't," she said, "But I do want to discuss some things."

"Lay it on me."

"First of all, you need to go get tested."

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

Claudia Starts to Notice Billy's Bruises

Claudia's husband Trevor Henderson was a rat bastard. The only good thing that came out of her marriage to him was Dustin. She put up with a lot to keep her baby boy safe and give him a nice, normal life. Trevor was barely home most of the time, and when he was, he was usually passed out drunk in the disgusting man cave he made of their basement. She only ventured down there when the smell got so bad, she ended up cleaning up dozens of half empty and moldy beer bottles. It was fine. Really. She could deal with a dead beat husband.

Then she came home one day to find her five year old son, hiding in his bedroom closet.

"Dusty honey, what's wrong?" Claudia asked as she pulled her child close to her chest. Noticing the aggressive red mark on his face, she frowned as be sobbed out.

"D-daddy got mad...called me a crip...cripple an-and..." The child cried as she rocked him. "I'm sorry."

"Shhhh, no baby, you don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong." Claudia comforted her son. She was a patient woman, but she refused to allow anyone to hurt her boy.

When Trevor Henderson disappeared without a trace, the police chalked it up to him running off to avoid some of the people in town he owed money to. No one really asked about the new garden Claudia started in her backyard a few weeks later. When Dustin officially started to go to school she found that the house was far too quiet. Adopting a cat to fill the space but sometimes it wasn't enough.

When Karen said she was starting a new jazzercise class at the mall and couldn't take Holly to the swim lessons she already paid for, Claudia was more than happy to volunteer to take the young girl. Holly happily swimming with the help of a young lifeguard. Claudia didn't pay too much attention to the swimming lesson at first. Instead, reading the Stephen King book she borrowed from Karen when she heard some of the other moms talking.

"-e's so handsome."

"Did you see the way he flips his hair? It's like he knows we're watching."

"And a cute little butt. God. Imagine what he looks like without those swimtrunks."

"He's coming this way!" Looking up from her copy of Carrie, Claudia's eyes followed the other swim moms to the man they were talking about and she frowned at what she saw. Holly's swim instructor...Billy something or another. She couldn't remember exactly but she knew he was young. Like, around the age of Joyce's son, young. Sure he was a handsome boy. But still way too young to have the women her age eyeing them like they were. Mrs. Andrews from the PTA had her eyes glued to the boy's ass as he brought her son to the woman.

"Oh hi Billy." The woman fluttered her eyes at the teenager, leaning forward on her lounge chair and puffing out her swimsuit clad chest in a way so obvious, even Claudia knew what she was trying to do. "I hope my little Jay Jay wasn't too much trouble."

"No, but he does have a sunburn." Billy said as the child turned around to reveal the peeling skin on his back. "I'm supposed to remind you that we do require parents to provide sunscreen at all times before the kids get in the pool."

"I, ugh...right..." The woman was flustered for a moment before grabbing her son's arms and taking him to the nearby changing rooms.

Claudia waited until the rest of the class was gone, giving Holly a One and sending her over to the vending machine before approaching the blonde boy. He was cleaning off one of the paddle boards when she called out.

"Excuse me." She called and he looked up. "You're Billy right? The one giving the kids swim lessons?"

"Ugh. Yeah." He asked almost defensively. He looked way too skinny for a boy his age.

"Well I, just wanted to thank you. For helping. You don't see that many boys your age doing something like this. My name's Claudia by way. Claudia Henderson. "

"Yeah, well, gets me out of the house." He shrugged, not acknowledging her introduction.

After that they only talked occasionally between lessons and he seemed like a nice kid. He reminded her of Joyce's older son.

It was Thursday when he started wearing sunglasses, even in the water. One of the kids accidentally knocking them off to reveal a shiner on his right eye.

"Here." She handed him a bomb pop put off the box she brought for Holly and her friends. "Hold this on your eye, it'll help with the swelling. If it's still there in a few days, try a warm compress. That looks nasty." The boy hesitating before lifting his sunglasses again and holding the popsicle over his bruise. "How'd you get it?"

"Pulled a guy out of the pool. Accidentally hit me in the face."

She believed him at first. But then he kept showing up with bruises. The black eye lasted a little longer than it should have. Cuts and scrapes along his knuckles. Red marks on his back he claimed was a sun burn but Claudia knew that sun burns didn't have the distinct outline of a belt buckle on the side. Her suspicions were only confirmed when she came back one day as the pool was closing to retrieve the book she left behind when she pulled into the parking lot to see Billy arguing with an older man. Presumably his father. They were both shouting loud enough for her to hear from a distance. Watching as the Billy's father raised a hand and slapping him across the face. Snatching the keys out of his son's hands and driving off in Billy's camaro.

When you lived in Hawkins, you turned a blind eye to a lot of things but Claudia absolutely refused to ignore this. Pulling up to the boy still frozen in place and rolling her window down.

"Hey." She caught his attention. "I saw what happened." She admitted and he visibly stiffened. "How about you come home for a nice, hot meal? Then I can take you home...if you want."

The teen looked uncertain for a moment before nodding as he got into the passenger seat of her car. Claudia making mental note to find out the name of the bastard who thought it was okay to lay hands on his own son later.

[maizumis]

— HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN THEIR CHILD SAYS THEY ARE NOT THEIR FAVORITE PARENT

ft. timeskip!miya atsumu, suna rintarou, iwaizumi hajime, bokuro koutaro, osamu miya

note: reader refered as mom ‼️ not edited cos I'm sleepy </3 enjoy hotties 😽

•ATSUMU opened the door with his daughter in one hand while the other had a huge blue balloon she wanted, hearing the click of the door you turn around and see your little bundle of joy running with open arms to you "mommy! I missed you" event if the two of them went out for an hour and a half, you really missed her too "aww darling! I missed you too! I'm your favorite, right?" she gave your cheek a sweet kiss with his tiny hands in your jaw "yes! mommy the best" at this scene, atsumu was long forgotten on the door, amused about what his daughter just said "and what about papa? he bought you this balloon!" he moved his hand to make presence of it, slightly jealous of you "papa is very good too! it's just mommy is always the best" you let go of her embrace, tucking her brown hairs behind her ear "why don't you go and clean yourself? I can make a choco milk!" she didn't need to be told twice that was already running to the bathroom " ‘tsumu you know she doesn't mean it, right?" pouty atsumu came walking to you "a know but a want to be her favorite now!" chuckling at his childhood behavior, you make sure to peck him before going to the kitchen, even after all this year's you never failed to make him blush "you can be her favorite tomorrow ‘tsum, come hug me now"

• SUNA had his daughter on his lap, paw patrol playing softly on the TV in front of them, you always tease him about how he is more into the show than his own daughter but he is quickly to change the subject, everytime "how was your day at school baby?" the little girl raised her head from his chest, messy hairs blocking her sight " ‘t was okay, I missed mom" his hand was already on the hairs in front of her eyes, using the hair-band he always had on his wrist just in case something like this popped out "and you missed dad too I like to think" she hummed before resting her head on his torso again, little hands roaming around his body like she was caressing him "I did, but mommy is my favorite so I missed her more... I'm gonna go to sleep daddy, wake me up when mom ‘s home" and with that she was out, leaving suna with wide eyes and lots of questions filling his brain, the clack of the open door scares him, even knowing it's you coming home from work, he was deep in thought "a penny for your thoughts, rin?" he sighs before patting the place next to him on the couch, you gladly obey and lay your head on his broad shoulders "she told me you're her favorite" you interlaced your fingers with his, giving him a little squish "you know she is just a child, right? she lives you so much, everytime you're away she only talks about you" a little hope came back to his eyes "really, she talks about me?" you hummed, assuring him he is the one of the biggest thing in his daughters mind "lots, rin"

•IWAIZUMI was playing with his daughter in the backyard, his hands on both sides her waist while he throws her up and down the air "higher daddy! higher!" her little giggle brought life to his ears, this kid was gonna be the death of him "I wanna fly! like the birds we saw in the park!" "that's very high, sweetie" she was screaming her lungs out, non-stop laughing, toothy smile on her face that had a little of chocolate that Hajime gave her after lunch as a secret between the both of them. to lost in their own world, they didn't notice your arrival, they were having the times of their lifes "I'm home! where's my sweet girl and lovely husband?" her eyes got wider than they already were and her smile impossibly bigger "mama! you're home, put me down dad I wanna go hug mom!" he placed her down on the grass and her little legs were running as fast as they could "mommy! we had such a funny day! we saw lots of things outside?" you could tell hajimd was a proud dad, his daughter being talkative and smart, she sometimes reminds him of tooru "yeah? and what else" "I was telling daddy I wanted to be a bird but I missed you so much! you know you're my favorite, mom" hajime's lips were pressed into a thin line while his brows got a little down, you could tell he was feeling a little insecure so a little assurance wouldn't make him wrong "go inside and change your clothes then we can do something together, how does that sound?" she went inside the house screaming he was gonna wear her favorite blue dress, you giggled at her cute actions "hajime, the entire neighborhood can feel you, she doesn't mean it, she is just a child, we did the same when we were her age" he went towards you and placed his big arms around your waist, placing his head on the crook of your neck "I know, but we were having such a good time" your hands came to his face so you could make him see you "and we are gonna keep having a good time! we have to make sure you're her favorite by the end of the day, come on big boy! we are in this together" and with that you started running inside the house, holding his hand in the way in, the feeling of love and pride fulfilling his heart, happiness and love could be described like this exact moment, he thinks

•BOKUTO happily took his son out, ready to spend a little ‘daddy-son day’ as he called them, sometime they would go to his practice or to the aquarium! to learn everything they can about the infinity of animals the ocean has. today they decided they would be going for an ice-cream then straight to the park to play a little "okay bud! what flavors do you want? one or two?" the kiddo look up to the list of flavours that were in front of him ‘so many choises’ he thought before speaking "chocolate and vanilla please!" his choose of flavors made bokuto think about the old days, when you would wait for him in highschool after every practice to go on a date, you always, and he means always, wanted to eat vanilla ice-cream, I didn't matter the occasion "you know, your mom loves vanilla ice-cream! what if we buy a little for her?" his little golden eyes were shinning at the mention of his mom "yes! she's my favorite so she deserves ice-cream for being a good mommy" mid way taking his wallet out of his pocket, bokuto stops, looking directly to the floor "I'm sorry, your favorite what?" "my favorite parent! duh" he tried, he really tried not to have an episode in front of everyone but his deflated hair was exposing him "oh, that's good! your momma is perfect!" "she indeed is, dad!" the laugh of his son made him feel a little better, but ache on his heart was still there; after both of them has their ice-creams in hand, they started walking towards the park hand in hand "yummy! daddy this is delicious! you're absolutely my favorite!" like that? kids changes of opinion that fast? either way, his heart was pumping with joy "of course I'm your favorite! let's go play and the we can buy more ice- cream!" needless to say, you had a fridge full of icecream that night and two sugar rushed boys

•OSAMU has one twin in either side of him, his little girl with two pigtails while is beautiful boy had a green apron on "I know mommy will love this!" the little boy exclaimed, his daughter quickly following behind "uh-huh! mommy always love when we cook for her" osamu was happy he had this life, he didn't expect to have twins the first try but here he was, bragging about his perfect set of kids to his brother every chance he had "yer mommy loves both of ya so much" the kids were trying to make the onigiri shape with the rice while giggling "I know mommy love us! she is my favorite indeed" osamu's heart skipped a beat after hearing is daughters words "ugh she is my favorite too! I love it when mama let us sleep with her" but why is he saying this when he lets them sleep with him too? "that's right! we need to make this onigiri perfect so she is proud" nervously chuckling to erase a little the tension he was feeling "okay, daddy keeps going from here, go set the table and change yer smelly clothes!" the kids were racing to their respective bedrooms, yelling how they were gonna be prettier than the other one. the younger twin was so deep in thought leaning on the kitchen counter that he didn't acknowledge your presence "samu, baby, I'm here, everything okay?" his features relaxing when he saw you, gently placing one hand in your chin to kiss you "everything good sweetheart, the kids just told me yer their favorite parent so am just thinking a lil" you were laughing at his concern, those same kids told you this morning that his papa was their favorite "you want to know something fun ‘samu?" he raised a brow before his hands found home on your waist, gently pressing your chest to his "what, love" your hand came to play with the hairs he has on the forehead "this kids told me this morning you were his favorite, don't take to seriously what they said ‘samu, they love you unconditionally" taking your advice, he pecked you before hearing little steps coming to the room "our alone time has ended angel, a love ya" finishing his words with a sweet kiss

[aynanasstuff]

Wilsons' Residence//Sam Wilson x Desi!Reader

The Wedding 💍

The day was finally here. The Louisiana sun was shining bright, the water by the dock a soothing sound. You and Sam had been through so much; worried late nights, fights over his job, blood and tears poured into the world; today, however, you realize you'd do it all over again if it all culminated to this moment.

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You'd opted for a small ceremony in the backyard of his sister's house. There were so many memories there, so many remnants of Paul and Darlene. Sam was proud of their love, of the life they shared together. He hoped that one day he would be lucky enough to have what his parents had and well, his hopes came true in you. You were grateful to Sam's parents. They gave you a reason to believe that love doesn't die out, that it can be epic in the little moments, moments that no one else sees but you hold close.

You wish you could say the same for your parents. You liked to believe they loved each other at some point in their life and the spark just fizzled out. You don't think you'll ever know for sure.

They didn't accept Sam. It was such a taboo to marry out of your communities and for you to choose someone so vastly different from you was a decision that they were against since the moment you introduced them to him. You did all the convincing you could, Sam did as well. But closed minds sometimes just stay closed. They refused to acknowledge your relationship with him, refused to come to the wedding as well. Your rocky relationship was barely hanging on by a thread but you found a new family, one that loved unconditionally. Sam, Sarah and her kids, Bucky and Joaquin were such pillars in your life now. You couldn't possibly ask for more.

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"You ready, pal?" Bucky asked Sam.

"I've been waiting for this moment for forever, knew I'd marry her the first time she patched my ass up."

"Well, she's stuck with you now. I might just ask her to bolt before she's officially stuck with you."

Sam flicks Bucky's forehead.

"Ah, don't get violent with your best man!"

"Well, my best man ain't being the best right now! I'm jittery already, stop riling me up."

"Okay, all jokes aside. This is the only time I'm gonna be nice to you, no one hears of this."

Sam cocks an eyebrow. Bucky squeezes his shoulder.

"I'm proud of you, Sam. You guys are great together, you deserve each other. I've never seen two people more in love with each other than you two. You don't gotta be nervous. She'd move mountains for you, you know that? Hold onto that love you have for each other, that's all you gotta do, man."

"Wow, that's the nicest you've ever been to me."

"Well, you're not that bad. Come here."

Bucky gives Sam a hug, muttering a little 'love you, man' in his ear.

"That's all the niceness you get in this lifetime from me."

"It was nice while it lasted, Buck."

Sarah pops her head through the door, "Everyone's here, time to get married, bro. You better not faint when you see your girl, she looks stunning."

"I bet she does," Sam smiles.

Sarah beckons Sam over, pulling him into a hug, holding onto him tightly. Sam notices Sarah tearing up, "Sarah, you better stop. If you cry, I will cry, I'm weak like that."

"Ah shut up and get married, I'mma cry if I want to, my brother's all grown up!".

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Making Sarah your maid of honor was the best decision ever. She was your sister, now. She comes back from Sam's room, teary eyed with a wide smile. She finds you sitting on the bed, all dolled up in your white lehenga, deep in thought. A frown sat on your face and Sarah didn't want to see you sad. "Hey," Sarah says, "Sam's gonna die when he sees you, you look absolutely gorgeous. I'm so glad you didn't go with a dress." You give her a small smile in response, "Thanks, sis."

"What's wrong, darling?"

"It's nothing, Sarah."

"Babe, you're getting married in like 10 minutes, tell me what's wrong."

"I just wish my parents were here." You smile sadly, trying to fight back the tears.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry, you deserve so much better than that. I can't do much about it, but I can tell you this. This family here, us, we're never gonna let you go. Once you're a part of it, you're a part of it. You'll always have us here, with you."

You give her a look of gratitude and she brings you into her embrace, "Love you so much, sis." "Love you so much, Sarah."

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As you were standing at the start of the aisle, you reminisced about the times before this; the times that solidified your faith in your love, in Sam's love.

You couldn't be happier right now, waiting to walk down to your nearly husband, who kept checking his watch and wringing his hands in anticipation. You smiled in adoration.

The time came and the second you were in Sam's line of sight, you saw him smile with pride, his eyes glimmering with tears. He gives you his hand as you reach the end, you take it with a silent oath to hold it for eternity.

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The moment for vows rolls in. Sam takes your hands in his and begins, "I knew you were the one long before we even got together. You patched me up one night, I could see you were holding back tears. When you finished, you held me tight and said, 'Sam, I can't lose you.' In that moment, all I wanted to tell you was that I couldn't bear to lose you, either. That you were my anchor in this world. The one constant in the middle of all my chaos. I am so grateful for you, I thank God everyday, baby. And I'm gonna spend the rest of my life showing you that you deserve to be loved with reverence. I love you so much."

It was a miracle you weren't sobbing on the ground. He slips the wedding ring onto your finger.

"Sam, my love, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for showing me what love really is. Thank you for having the patience to love me when I refused to love myself. Thank you for giving me a family. I'd spent all my life hopelessly searching for love in places that were empty, then you came along. You changed it all. I was in love with you before I even knew it. So I promise you, I'll choose you when we're having the time of our lives, I'll choose you when the world is ending. I promise you, I'll treat you with patience, I'll treat you with grace. I'll love you when we're stardust again."

Sam did cry. You slid his ring onto his finger.

"I now pronounce you, married."

Before the oficiant could say anything, Sam's lips were already on yours, cheers and claps in the background.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

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A/n: Whew, I wanted to do a wedding one for so long and this AU was the perfect time to do it! I hope you like it? I don't know how I feel about it but I wanted to post it anyway. Please reblog and comment, it makes me really happy hehe. Requests for this AU are open, pop in my asks if you'd like to see something for it. Love y'all!

[a-bang-for-your-bucky]

Playin' With Fire

Summary: Dani has moved in with Will and Benny Miller. One night they throw a party and she finally gets to meet the final Special Ops teammate, Frankie. There is an obvious connection between the two, but what happens when life throws a roadblock in the way of them being together?

A/N: So here it is. My first ever Frankie fic, my first ever Pedro Character fic, my first ever fic that has all the parts completed. I would like to say a BIG thank you to @221bshrlocked for the mood board because hers is TEN times better than any of mine were. Each part will have their own warnings. Translations will be at the end of every chapter, let me know if any of them are wrong. Also let me know if I've missed any warnings. Y'all forgive me if my writing is crap.

Warning: Explicit language, mentions of someone getting handsy, um dirty dancing?, mentions of sex.

Word Count: 4,205

It was a warm summer day, Benny’s birthday to be exact. Will had decided to throw a party at their house for him. Will had mentioned that their childhood friend, who they called ‘Tequila’ just moved in with them. Frankie had shown up early to help Will assemble the new grill he had gotten. He never expected for his entire life to be flipped upside down.

He knocked on Will’s front door three times before it swung open and there she stood. Dirty blonde hair that hung just below her breasts, eyes so blue it put the sky to shame. He was sure he looked like a damned fool, mouth agape, probably catching flies. Then she smiled, and Frankie’s heart beat faster than ever thought possible.

“Hey, you must be Catfish. Will told me he was expecting you.” She greets him and her voice sounds like a fucking angel. There was no way that she wasn’t messing around with Benny. She looked just like his type.

“I’m Dani, Will and Ben’s roommate, but everyone calls me Tequila.” Frankie groans internally, he was so screwed. She opens the door a little more and moves out of the way. “Will’s in the backyard.” She points through the house.

Frankie hurried past her and mumbled a “Thank you”. Frankie’s eyes were trained to the floor as he briskly walked toward the kitchen and out into the backyard.

“Fish!” Will bellowed with a huge smile on his face. “I guess Tequila let you in.” The two men embraced in a bro-hug. Frankie nodded, moving over to where Will had the grill pieces laid out.

“She did. You never mentioned your new roommate was a woman and hot.” Frankie responded, looking over the directions. “You know man, you pay like fifty extra bucks and they put this shit together for you.”

It took Frankie and Will three fucking hours to put the grill together. By the end of the last hour, Frankie was cursing Will, telling him he’d never help him do something like this again; Although, they both knew that was a lie. The two men walked into the kitchen, where Dani was prepping the steaks for dinner. “Finally done, boys? I threw a couple of buds in the fridge for y’all.” She chuckled as the back door opened.

Frankie knew he shouldn’t, but walking up to the fridge, he couldn’t help but steal a gaze at her back side. The shorts she was wearing left almost nothing to the imagination. Her tanned legs seemed like they went on for days. Her feet clad in converses, which made Frankie laugh, because who wears those any more.

Dani heard the laughter and turned around, seeing Frankie looking at her feet. "My shoes funny to you, Catfish?" She asked, with a playful smile on her face.

Frankie's head shot up. " No, no. I love Chuck Taylors as much as the next person. It just surprises me that people still wear them." He explained himself, hoping she didn't catch him staring at her ass, too. Frankie opened the fridge and grabbed two beers, before asking her if she wanted one. She shook her head, stating she doesn't drink beer. Frankie wondered what that meant, and handed the other beer to Will who watched the scene unfold in front of him with a smirk on his face.

There was about an hour to kill before everyone showed up to celebrate Benny's birthday. "The steaks should marinate for at least another half hour." Dani explained to Will, "And make sure you don't burn 'em this time, Ironhead." She teased him, and he threw a hand over his heart, feigning that it was broken. The two went about the kitchen prepping side dishes for the night.

Frankie was outside, trying to figure out why the grill wouldn't light and he was sure Will fucked something up. He couldn't help but wonder what Tequila and his friend were talking about.

Dani turned to her best friend, "So, what's Catfish's story?" She asked, twiddling her fingers. Will looked at her with a raised brow.

"Frankie? Why?" Will questioned her teasingly. Blush covered her cheeks and she averted her eyes to the floor.

"I dunno. He seems sweet." She replied and Will smirked, giving her a knowing look. "Will, stop it. All I said was he seems sweet." She playfully smacked the other blonde.

"Well, Ironhead. I figured out what you fucked up." Frankie's voice boomed as he opened the back door. He noticed that the two were talking and apologized for interrupting.

"It's fine, Frankie." Dani smiled, "What did this dumbass do now?" Frankie realized that was the first time she said his real name, and it was the greatest thing he has ever heard.

Frankie turned to Ironhead. "Maldito idiota. You forgot to connect the gas line. The whole place could have gone up." Will's eyes almost popped out of his head.

Tequila turned to Ironhead. "What the fuck, Will?!" She screeched. Will threw his hands up in defense.

"I'm sorry. I got distracted." He tried to save his ass. "I swear I connected it."

Frankie and Tequila rolled their eyes. "Well, I hope your girl of the week knows she almost killed us." Tequila groaned and walked outside, knowing exactly what was keeping Will distracted. Frankie just shook his head and followed her.

"Hey," he started as he walked up to her at the cooler. She gave him an acknowledging nod as she pulled a bottle of tequila out. "Oh. Is it time for the hard stuff,already? Una chica después de mi propio corazón." The spanish rolled off of Frankie's tongue and Dani could have fallen over.

She would never admit it to anyone, but she had a thing for languages. Or maybe she just had a thing for Frankie and his Spanish. She wasn't sure which. "Yeah, well after finding out your best friend almost killed you for a few nudes from his fling of the week, tequila seems appropriate." She forced a laugh. Frankie definitely caught on that she described Will as her best friend and that he was having flings.

Frankie nodded in agreement. "So, is this why they call you Tequila?" He tried to change the subject, pointing to the bottle of Patrón. She shook her head 'no'. Before she could tell him, Will stuck his head out the door, yelling that Santiago was here.

"Santi!" Tequila squealed, rushing to the door, and she missed the look on Frankie's face. It was a mix between hurt and confusion. How did she know Santiago when Frankie had no idea she existed? Frankie groaned and walked toward the house to greet his friend.

Dani had already made it inside and was wrapped in an embrace with Pope. “Fuck,” Pope groaned with a smile as Dani jumped into him. “Hey, Tequila.” He hugged her tightly.

“Look here, jerkface,” She said as they separated, “Next time you hook up with one of my friends and leave me to deal with her crying, I’m kicking your ass.” She poked him in the chest to get her point across.

Santiago just hung his head and mumbled a “yes ma’am” before Frankie caught his eye. “Lo que hasta hermano” He greeted one of his oldest friends. He looked at Dani and mouthed “help me” to Frankie, earning another poke from the blonde girl.

“Estás solo, hermano. Ella da miedo.” Frankie smiled, pointing to Tequila. She huffed and crossed her arms.

“Oh, fuck you guys. I’m fluent in Spanish. Deja de hablar mierda de mi.” The words rolled off her tongue with ease and Frankie almost lost his shit right there. Lucky for him, Will broke up the tension.

“Benny just texted me, he will be here in twenty. Tom is bringing Molly and will be here in about fifteen.” Dani excused herself to go get ready, claiming she wasn’t presentable for a party. If it had been up to Frankie, she wouldn’t have changed at all. He found himself excited when she came back about fifteen minutes later in the same shorts, shoes, and a cropped Guns-n-Roses t-shirt.

The party was in full swing. The seven of them were gathered around the fire pit. The group was too many drinks in and knew they would be crashing here. Thankfully Benny and Will had the room.

“So, Dani. Why do they call you Tequila?” Molly had asked and Will and Benny started laughing. Dani just shook her head. Benny answered before she could.

“Because Dani can knock you on your ass with one good shot, just like Tequila. Trust me, I know.” He explained, speaking from experience. Molly looked at her with wide eyes and she just shrugged.

“I bartended my way through college. Sometimes an asshole would get too handsy. It paid off to have two protective guys who taught me how to throw a good punch. Plus, I really like tequila.” She winked at Frankie, referencing their conversation earlier in the day, taking a sip of her tequila sunrise. She made a face, realizing it had watered down. “I’m going for another, anyone else need one?” She offered and everyone raised an empty bottle.

She got up from her chair and turned toward the house. Frankie got up too, “I’ll help you,” he offered, ignoring the whistle Santi let out. He was clearly feeling good. Frankie flipped him a quick bird and continued into the house.

Inside, Dani was already grabbing bottles out of the fridge, mumbling about how they have already almost finished off their stock. “Oh, here” Frankie started, leaning on the counter. Dani closed the door, turning her attention to the man beside her. “Let me help.” He said, taking the bottles out of her hands, seeing her struggle to hold them all. “Can I ask you something?” Frankie gets the words out before he changes his mind. She hmms in response.

“How have we never met? I mean you obviously know Santi.” He takes his hat off to run a hand through his hair. Dani smiled at the sight of his hair all disheveled.

“I’ve been asking myself that all night. You do seem to be the better of the bunch.” She flirted, hoping he would return the gesture and he did.

“You are definitely not what I was expecting when Will said they had a roommate.” He smiled, leaning a little closer to her. Dani noticed and moved closer herself. Before they could cross that line, they were startled apart by a very inebriated Benny.

“Tequila!” Their drunk friend slurred, “Wha’re you ‘n fish doin’? Cat, you hittin’ on my girl?” He tried to be serious, but Benny stumbled over his own feet into Frankie.

“Woah, Benny. Careful.” Frankie caught him and set him up right. Dani laughed, he always was a lightweight.

“We were just about to bring the drinks out.” She says, grabbing the bottles off the counter, leaving a couple for Frankie to carry.

Back outside, Dani and Molly danced to whatever music Will had playing. “Yeah!” by Usher came on and Molly squealed that she loves this song. “Dance with me, Tequila!” She pulls her closer and Dani lets her, the alcohol clearly gone to her head. The two girls are all but grinding on each other. Tom quickly gets up, knocking his chair backwards. He takes Dani’s place dancing with Molly, grumbling something she would never repeat in public.

Frankie wanted nothing more than to join her now that she was dancing alone, but Santi beat him to the punch. “Baila conmigo, cariño.” He whispered in her ear and she giggled. Frankie wished it had been him to get that noise out of her. Dani shook her head and pushed Santi away.

“Solo en tus sueños, playboy.” She responded and it was Frankie’s turn to laugh. Dani walked away from Santi over to where Frankie sat. “Dance with me, Frankie?” She asked sweetly. How could Frankie say no?

He followed her just as a Def Leppard flowed through the speakers. She began moving her body to the beat of “Pour some sugar on me”. Frankie did his best to keep up with her, but he kept losing concentration, especially when her ass connected with his crotch one to many times. His hands instinctively went to her hips and pulled her closer. “Joder, princesa. Tienes que parar antes de que pierda el control.” He groaned into her neck where only she could hear him.

She turned to face him, throwing her arms around his neck to pull herself closer. “Tal vez eso es exactamente lo que quiero.” She purred in his ear.

The sun beamed through Dani’s window way too early the next morning. She groaned and rolled away from the penetrating light. As she turned, her hand hit a warm body and it elicited a groan. “Too early.”

Dani’s eyes shot open, trying to see who was beside her. Looking around, she realized that she was not in her room, but instead in Will’s. “Will?” She questioned, berating herself for going this far with her best friend. The other person threw the blanket off their head and Dani let out a sigh of relief. Seeing Frankie took the weight off of her shoulders.

“Hermosa, did you just call me Will?” Frankie asked, sleep thick in his voice. Dani was so embarrassed.

“Sorry, fish. I opened my eyes and saw that we were in Will’s room. What the fuck happened last night?” Dani questioned the man beside her as she sat up to assess the room. She looked around for any indication that something transpired between them last night.

“Trust me, Tequila. You’d know if we slept together.” Frankie sighed, as he swiped a hand over his face. Cocky much, Dani thought; However, he was right, she didn’t feel like she had sex. “I need coffee.” He griped, throwing his legs off the bed and standing up. Dani caught him out of the corner of her eye. He had on sweats and no shirt. She turned her head, shamelessly checking him out, before he pulled his shirt on. “Take a picture, Teq.” He laughed and she threw a pillow at him.

Dani forced herself out of the bed too, happy to see her drunk self had put on decent pajamas. The two padded into the kitchen as quietly as possible. They had passed Santi and Ben passed out on the couches.

“Where are Molly and Tom?” Dani whispered to Frankie and he just shrugged. Frankie rummaged through the kitchen searching for the coffee. “Teq, where are the filters?” He yawned, holding up the coffee can.

“Shit, we might be out.” Frankie whined at her answer. “Come on. There’s a coffee shop within walking distance.” She continued, heading towards her room. She opened the door and found out where Molly and Tom were. “Holy shit!” she gasped and immediately turned around. Frankie heard her outburst and rushed over to her, seeing the same sight as her, Molly perched on Tom’s lap, moving in an obvious way.

“Jesus,” Frankie said, covering his eyes.

“I’m just gonna borrow some clothes from Benny.” Dani said walking away and closing her door. Once in Benny’s room, they found Will sound asleep. Dani quickly picked up some sweats and a tee from Benny’s drawer. “I’ll be right out.” She told Frankie as she entered Benny’s bathroom.

When she emerged, she had dressed and her blonde locks were haphazardly thrown into a bun. Frankie loved this look on her. She was just as beautiful as she was last night, and this looked more natural on her. “You’re staring, Catfish.” She teased him, “Let’s go get coffee before anyone else wakes up.”

The walk to the coffee shop was a pleasant one. It was about 7am and the North Carolina humidity hadn’t set in yet. Frankie and Dani chit-chatted the whole way. She had learned that he had met the guys while in the service. He joined right after high school, just like them. He was their pilot. His favorite color is black, and that is exactly how he likes his coffee. He drives the same chevy he got on his 18th birthday, and has no intentions of getting rid of it because “she still purrs like a kitten”.

He learned a lot about Dani, too. Her favorite color is purple. She likes her coffee with just cream. She met Benny first, since they were the same age. She is an only child, so Ben and Will are basically her older brothers. She just finished her residency at the county hospital and is getting ready to take her boards. She absolutely loves 80’s hair bands and country music, but has a soft spot for R&B and rap.

They were nice enough to get coffee for everyone, even though Tom and Molly seemed to have enough energy this morning. “I have to buy a new mattress now.” Dani cringed at the thought of what Molly and Tom were doing.

They got back to the house to see that everyone was now awake, and fully clothed. Dani gave Tom and Molly a dirty look and they both apologized, confusing everyone else in the room. Frankie started handing out the coffees, getting mumbled “thank yous” from the group.

“Are those my clothes?” Benny asked, gesturing to Dani. She nodded and proceeded to tell everyone why she had to wear Benny’s clothes.

“Holy shit. You need a new mattress now.” Will snorted, his face drawing up in disgust.

Dani laughed, “That’s exactly what I told Frankie!” Molly’s face was beet red and Tom just hung his head. “Awh, come on, guys. We’re just kidding. Although, I do need a new mattress.” She tried to lighten the mood.

Frankie quietly sipped his coffee, trying to figure out if he should ask Dani out on a date. They’ve only known each other for a day and Frankie can’t imagine his life without her, even just as a friend.

What seemed like hours passed and the group slowly trickled down until it was just Benny, Dani, and Frankie. Benny was the next to leave, loudly saying he was going to take a nap and for Frankie to behave himself. Frankie just shook his head at his friend.

“I guess I should be heading out soon.” Frankie sighed, not wanting to leave. Dani nodded, trying not to look disappointed.

Frankie scooted closer to where she was sitting on the couch, lifting her outstretched legs over his. The two sat in silence, purely enjoying each other’s company. “Fish,” Dani started, “You wanna get dinner sometime?” She asked, biting her lip nervously. Frankie looked at her, shocked, that she asked first.

“I would be damn stupid to say no.”

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. Dani and Frankie had become best friends. Even through all of the flirting, they never crossed that line. Dani was working at the hospital, and Frankie was back on rotation at the airport. He was gone most days, but he was due to come back for a short time.

Frankie was ready to be back home. He loved flying, but now he had something worth being on the ground for. He had called Dani before his last flight left, telling her he would be back by 9am the next day.

Like clockwork, Frankie was knocking on the door at the Miller Party House™ by 9:30am. Dani begrudgingly dragged herself out of bed and threw on her robe. She scurried toward the door, pulling it open to reveal Frankie with a bouquet of sunflowers. Frankie laughed, “No need to get dressed up querida, it's just me.” He teased her.

Dani pulled him into the house and hugged him tight. “Fish! I can’t believe you’re here.” She said sleepily. Frankie smiled at her tiredness. She just looked so damn cute in her fuzzy robe and bed head. “Give me thirty and I’ll be ready.” She yawned as he released her from his hold.

He watched her pad her way down the hall to her room, his smile never leaving his face. He made his way to the kitchen, knowing where everything was, he started a pot of coffee. Even though they were going for breakfast, he knew she would want a cup to-go.

True to her word, thirty minutes later, Dani emerged from her room, dressed in distressed jean and a black T-shirt. Her hair was thrown into a messy bun, her signature go to. She walked into the kitchen where Frankie just finished making her cup of coffee.

“Just the way you like it.” He promised with a wink, as he handed her the cup. She happily accepted the hot beverage. Taking her first sip, she moaned at the heavenly taste.

“You are the best, Cat.” She murmured, walking past him, only stopping to place a sweet kiss to his cheek. She all but inhaled the drink, before she slid her feet into her trusty converses. The two made their way outside and climbed into Frankie’s Chevy.

The drive to their usual diner, Luanne’s, was a short one, but it was filled with laughter. Frankie was at his happiest when Dani was with him. They pulled into the parking lot, Frankie backing his truck into ‘his’ spot. He hopped out of the cab, rushing to the passenger side, so that he could open Dani’s door.

“Who says chivalry is dead?” She joked as the door opened and Frankie held out a hand for her to take. She gladly accepted it and slipped out of the truck. The two walked hand in hand to the door. Frankie pulled it open to see Luanne standing behind the counter.

“Well look what the cat dragged in! I ain’t seen you two in a hot minute.” She greeted them, not bothering to get menus because they always ordered the same thing. “Your usual booth is open, go on and take a seat. I’ll get the coffee.”

Frankie and Dani mumbled a “thank you” in unison as they moved toward the back of the restaurant. Just as they were getting comfortable, Luanne walked up with a thermal carafe and two coffee cups. “What have y’all been up to?” she asked, sitting down the coffee and some cutlery.

“I just got back into town.” Frankie explained, “Had to drag this one out of bed.” He laughed as Dani stuck her tongue out at him.

“Well I’ve been taking extra shifts at the hospital. I think I’ve earned the right to sleep in.” She shot back at him with a smile.

“Y’all are the cutest. What are we getting today? The usuals?” She didn’t need to ask, she already knew. They nodded. “ Alrighty then. Coming up darlin’s.” Luanne walked away, leaving them to each other.

“So, extra shifts at the hospital?” Frankie asked her as he poured coffee, sliding her a cup.

“Yeah. Residency is kicking my ass. I’m trying not to fall behind.” she told him. “I take my boards in a week and I’ve logged almost no time in neuro.” She sighed. She didn’t want to go into neurosurgery, but she still needed the hours.

“You are going to be the best damn trauma surgeon Memorial has ever seen.” Frankie promised her, “And if they can’t see that, then fuck 'em.” He smiled at her. Luanne brought them their breakfast and they halted their conversation.

When they were done eating, Frankie insisted on paying, telling her she could get it next time. They left the diner and went back to Dani’s place. “You have me for the day, hermosa. What do you wanna do?” Frankie asked her. Dani tapped her pointer finger to her chin, pretending to think.

“I believe we have a show to catch up on, Morales. Seeing as I can’t watch it without you.” She teased him. “You grab the snacks, I’ll get the drinks, and get Hulu up.” He nodded in agreement and they separated.

When Frankie entered her room, she had blankets and pillows set up in a mock fort on the bed. How she did it so fast, he will never know, but he isn’t complaining. The two settled down and turned on ‘Sons of Anarchy’.

The show was gruesome and Dani hated watching it without Frankie. “Hey, fish?” She started, “Doesn’t Jax look a lot like Will? I mean, if he had long hair?” She asked, and Frankie studied the screen.

“Nah, I don’t see it.” They laughed and continued watching. She wasn’t sure how many episodes they watched, but she looked over and Frankie had fallen asleep. She closed the laptop, moving off the extra pillows, and covered Frankie with a blanket. His signature hat was falling off his head and she set it on her nightstand.

Dani sat there on her bed, looking at her best friend sound asleep. He looked peaceful. His face smooth of the worry lines he normally sported. His curly hair in disarray. She couldn’t help but smile. In that moment, she knew there was nowhere else she’d rather be. She curled herself up in the bed next to him, where she drifted into a relaxing slumber.

Translations:

Maldito idiota - Fucking Idiot

Lo que hasta hermano - What’s up brother

Estás solo, hermano. Ella da miedo - You’re alone, brother. She’s scary.

Deja de hablar mierda de mi. - Stop talking shit about me

Baila conmigo, cariño. - Dance with me, honey

Solo en tus sueños, playboy - In your dreams, playboy

Joder, princesa. Tienes que parar antes de que pierda el control. - Damn it, Princess. Stop before I lose control.

Tal vez eso es exactamente lo que quiero - Maybe that’s exactly what I want.

Hermosa- beautiful

Querida - Dear

[anobscurename]

ocean eyes – chris evans

previous part: PART XIV — masterlist

concept: the second night at the hamptons. you finally confess your feelings, but in the only way you know how. the slowest of slow burns. part fifteen of many.

pairing: chris evans x reader

word count: 1,2k

warnings: fluff and angst, maybe tears (i cried)

author's note: this is it. this is the singular scene and song that inspired this entire story. this one is dedicated to @efferuse and billie eilish :)

An unhealthy coping mechanism, that was what it was.

You could acknowledge that, but when you knocked back another shot – unsure of whether it was tequila or vodka anymore – and became a little bit more numb, you knew it was a necessary evil.

It was your newfound secret to loosening up and being more at ease around them, in spite of that little stab of pain in your chest every now and then when you'd spot the tiny – to innocent bystanders – yet utterly monumental – to you – signs of affection between the happy couple. The loving smiles that crinkled the corners of his eyes, the hand holding, the protective cuddle of his arm around her...

You had other people to speak to, and to hold your attention, and it didn't hurt as much. But that night...

You had been known to sing around the house sometimes, and were a little adept at the ukelele. Chris had heard you playing late at night when he'd get home from set, singing softly to Dodger. It always made him smile a little to himself, not that you'd noticed. But you knew he knew about your little hobby, seeing as on more than one occasion he'd seen you playing on the couch and – sometimes – he'd even join you and just listen, Dodger's head on his lap. You hadn't minded then, but you certainly minded now when he brought it up.

"Can we get some music going?" Sebastian groaned, rifling through the cooler box you had all managed to drag outside to the fire pit.

Chris gave you a mischievous smile, and you already knew what was about to be said.

"No. No. Christopher Robert Evans–"

"I know a little someone who–"

"–I swear to God I will–"

"–can play the uke!"

"–castrate you!"

Both of you had been a jumble of trying to talk over one another, you threatening his very possibility for future children and him outing your hidden talent. Or lack thereof. There was a reason you didn't really play for large audiences.

But they hadn't heard you, they had heard only him, and soon enough, everyone was asking – no, begging – for one song, just one song.

Maybe the alcohol had made you compliant enough to say yes, or maybe you knew they'd never let it go – whatever the reason was, you retrieved the ukelele from your room and sat down in front of the firepit once more, completing the seated circle around the soft ember glow. You had brought it with you, because what's a beach house vibe without some uke?

A song to sing... You battled your mind, trying to find one, just a single song to sate the people. Your fingers absentmindedly moved along the chords as you thought and...

One look at Chris, a soft, encouraging smile on his lips, and suddenly the perfect song came to mind. Looking down and away, you cleared your throat, and began to strum.

And then, in the gathered hush of the backyard, fire crackling and ocean waves crashing in the distance, you began to sing:

I've been watching you

For some time

You glanced up, fingers dancing over the strings. You found yourself magnetically drawn to Chris' gaze.

Can't stop staring

At those ocean eyes

He was transfixed, your voice, the music, that look you were giving him. It was like there was no one else in the universe, just you, and him, and that song. He swallowed thickly, his heart heavy and pounding dully in his chest.

Burning cities

And napalm skies

Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes

You knew it was wrong, to be doing this. But no song was going to capture the emotion you felt, at that very moment. Not like this. This song was too perfect to let pass, unsung. A mirror to your mind.

Your ocean eyes

You finally managed to tear your own eyes away and take a quick glance at everyone else. They were watching, smiling, listening in hushed awe. Feeling like it was better to look down, you continued to play, teasing the melody from taut strings.

No fair

You really know how to make me cry

When you gimme those ocean eyes

You were staring blankly now, and although all eyes were on you, you only really cared about one pair, one pair of ocean blue eyes. But she was there, and she was kind, and beautiful, and she was who he belonged with. She was who he was with.

I'm scared

I've never fallen from quite this high

Falling into your ocean eyes

Those ocean eyes

It was almost magic, some deep impulse to look at him again. You were completely and utterly drawn to him. But he wasn't smiling anymore. He had a new look on his face, one you couldn't quite discern behind a heated gaze. But you had a song to finish, and that look could be puzzled through later.

I've been walking through

A world gone blind

You finally managed to look at her, and she was nodding along, smiling, blissfully unaware of your emotions. Of the meaning behind the words. Of why you had chosen this incredibly relevant song.

Can't stop thinking of your diamond mind

What was that look he was giving you? What did it mean? He seemed deep in thought, as if something was bothering him. His brow was creased, pensive and attentive, eyes flickering over every micro movement you made, piecing together a puzzle that he had never really thought to piece together before. A puzzle that had seemed unfathomable to him. Fuck, did he know? Well, it wasn't like you were being subtle. Not with a song all about falling for someone with ocean eyes, and his were as blue as they come. Oceanic. Ugh, why had you not just kissed him? It would've been less obvious. You hid your growing panic by continuing. Just make it through, and try not to look at him again. Simple...

Careful creature

Made friends with time

He left her lonely with a diamond mind

And those ocean eyes

Easier said than done, your eyes travelled to his, and they met, and suddenly, it was like an understanding was passing between the two of you. You weren't being dramatic. He knew. He knew, and your heart was aching, and it looked like he knew that too. He knew how you had felt. Still felt. And if you let yourself admit it... how you'd probably always feel. But not only that. One quick glance at her, and it was like she knew too. The smile was gone from her lips, and you felt a wave of nausea hit you like a ten ton truck.

The last chorus left your lips shakily, but no less beautifully, and you were quick to silence yourself when it was finally done, setting the uke aside.

Uproarious applause broke the stillness from the other guests, Chris smiling tensely and clapping softly, but she didn't move. Didn't even blink.

But in spite of all that, you couldn't help but remember the way he looked at you. That realization. That little twinkle of something deliciously mysterious and unknown in those ocean eyes.

The tears in your own eyes hadn't registered until now. But, like a dam spilling over from heavy rainfall, tears were streaming, and you couldn't stop them.

"{Your name?}" Chris said softly, leaning forward. He was barely audible over the chatter of the other guests – who, after the conclusion of the song, had gone back to their idle drunken conversations – but you heard him. Concern laced his voice, evident in his eyes, his furrowed brow. "Are you okay?"

You waved him off dismissively, disguising your sniffle with a strained chuckle. "Yeah, just some smoke from the fire got in my eye."

You quickly stood, and used the replacement of your uke in your room as an excuse to exit the sudden tensities of the situation.

From the corner of your eye you saw Chris, worried, begin to rise – to check on you, no doubt – but she shot out a quick hand, lacing her fingers with his. She shook her head ever so slightly, but the intention was clear: don't go to her, stay with me.

Your heart sank with his silhouette as you watched him sit back down beside her, welcoming her into his arms as they looked out to the beach. His choice was clear. As was your rejection.

You shut your door behind you and cursed yourself for being so stupid. In what world was that a good idea? You basically serenaded him. You had finally given yourself away – truly, madly, deadly – and for what?

A mournful sob escaped your lips, one you fought to stifle with your hand to your mouth. Back pressed against the door, you sank to the floor, too weak to keep standing. Too weak to continue the charade.

And just like that, you broke.

You finally broke, because you knew you'd lost him.

Lost him, and his ocean eyes.

[resinatingbeauty]

In Memory of The Best Friend I Ever Had - RIP Shadow (assumed)- 4/30/2021

Shadow showed up at my parents house where I lived at the time, one night back in 2016. I had just gotten home from working at a local country club late in the evening, tired, and physically burnt out from working 40+ hours a week on top of going to college for my associates degree. I saw something pass by the driveway out of the corner of my eye. Something massively fluffy, tail straight up in the air, trotting along. There are many feral cat colonies in this town and many cat owners that lived on that street. Needless to say, I didn't expect this one to whip back around and start chirping at me, rubbing my legs after I called to her.

My mother was adamant when my last two cats had past 8 or so years prior that she wasn't looking for any more pets. My mom loves animals, but she also loves her home and was thinking about doing renovations before adopting any new companions. I knew I was in trouble when this cat came to me with nothing but affection, clearly malnourished, but strangely well groomed. I knew she had to be owned by someone, I had no idea who.

That night I went inside after spending some time enjoying her company. At the time, I was calling 'Charlemange'' as a play on 'Charlemagne'. I had been taking a medieval humanities course at the time and the name seemed fitting enough considering how much scraggly fur she had. Huge paws. Big, fluffy tail and mane. I had never seen a cat so gorgeous around the area. All the feral cats are short hairs, reinforcing my notion that she had to be someone's pet.

I watched through the window slit of the front door as Charlemange played with the moths and other bugs that were attracted to the lamp post my parents have at the end of the driveway and regretted leaving her out there.

I simply thought that Charlemange would return home where she belonged. When I went out to my back screened in patio, whom do you think was waiting for me? Meowing? Charlemange. To my mother's horror, she would launch herself at the screen and hang there to get our attention. Imagine this big ass cat hanging from your screened in porch you've been trying to renovate by all her claws.

She was persistent and Charlemange NEVER returned home, wherever home was.

Eventually, I sealed the deal, low key giving her a can of tuna. Now you see how Shadow went from Charlemange to Shadow.

For about a month, all I had to do was make a high pitched noise and Shadow would come out of wherever brush she was stalking, running and talking until she found me. One evening, I went to give her her dinner, and she shot in the front door.

Mortified, I watched as she scooted right into the one place that I dreaded her to go. My parent's room. That night, as a 20 something, I received a lecture from my father about how my mother felt about pets. 'She isn't a kitten, you know,' he said, 'thats a grown cat. Someone else's cat.'

I just listened and acknowledged what he was saying. I knew there was no point trying to explain what exactly happened. When my dad got done going off on the back porch and went back in to bed, I heard a meow from the patio door. Shadow had been standing at the door, waiting for him to leave , almost like she was saying, 'Hey, I'm really sorry about that, sis,'

Shadow would go on to live in or around the property for nearly a month. I made an effort to find her owners and return her to no avail. Eventually, a single mom I had been working as a private tutor for as a side hustle agreed that she would take Shadow. This would only last for a few months. The family had another cat, Karma, whom had been declawed (I abhor this) and two little girls who had no respect for animals (especially cats) because of this. I knew how the oldest handled Karma and my only solace in handing Shadow over was that I knew she wouldn't be hit by a car, would be fed, loved to a degree, and would scratch the shit out of them if they fucked up.

Their mother ended up calling me, giving me money to bring Shadow in to the humane society, saying she was a wonderful cat, just not the best fit for the girls. I could only imagine what Shadow went through at that house, because the time there changed her. The collar I had on her was returned to me snapped in two. It looked like it had been pulled off. I cringed thinking about it and never put another collar back on that cat. At the time, a woman had been busted hoarding 100+ cats that had all been relinquished to the humane society and local rescues. The humane society's solution for most was euthanasia and I wasn't about that for Shadow. Back to my backyard she went.

Eventually, Shadow won over my mother and my father, especially my father, whom you would never think would love that cat so much. When my mother brought Shadow to the vet, we were surprised to find she had a chip in her ear registered to someone on our block. As per protocol, animal control was sent out to investigate. The woman told animal control that she didn't want the cat. All she did was run away. Shadow's real name was Holly, but she was still Shadow to me.

Shadow became the best friend I ever knew. Not a night went by where she wasn't under my covers sharing the pillow with me, laying stretched out on her back or side as the little spoon. If she wasn't in my bed, she would sit at the door to the bedroom, guarding me or in a chair next to me, always watching. I could do no wrong in that cat's eyes. She was the highlight of my day when I got home from every crappy job I had since. A furry coat to soak up the tears shed during long nights of insomnia and depression. An inspiration for my art and spirituality. My familiar and kindred spirit. If I would talk to her, she would respond with chirps and meows like she knew exactly what I was saying. If someone else was in the room giving her attention and I walked in, she would perk up and run toward me like they never existed. Shadow was the second cat that chose me. I have never chosen a cat from a shelter or adoption / rescue facility. This is how I acquired both my childhood furry friend and Shadow.

It all began when I noticed Shadow's fur was sticky and stiff, like she had been sitting in honey. Just the end of her tail at first. She always had this silly habit of sitting in her food tray, so I cleaned it and her and thought nothing of it until the drooling started.

Shadow had always been a drooler, but not to this extent. Drool bubbles would pop from her left lip. One night, when I came home from work before I started my leave to focus on my Etsy shop, I was horrified to find her sitting on the couch with a bloody chin. Now, there wasn't a large amount of blood, but this alarmed me significantly. It was time to see a vet, like, yesterday. Thankfully, my shop sales had been great and I didn't have to fret over the bill- I was ready to pay whatever it was to make her feel better.

The vet confirmed what I knew deep down and didn't want to acknowledge because the thought was just too painful. Cancer. No chance of survival even if I wanted to go through the hell of treatment, which involved removal of the tongue and jaw. I brought Shadow home and cried, hoping for the best -that the antibiotic would work. The vet said she had been wrong before, it could just be an abscess and it would heal. Shadow was still doing cat things. Shadow was still my best friend, she still loved me, she was still trying to cuddle me at night and surrounding me with the reminder of death in the odor of her breath.

Yesterday, I brought Shadow in to be put to sleep. The decision was made when I looked up from making a rune set and saw puddles of blood on the floor, a stream of it from her face as she was sitting in the window sill. I have never felt so heartbroken. Not even at a family member's funeral. I asked to bring her home, burying her under the tree where I buried my last cat and childhood familiar, Elmo. When I saw the standard biohazard bag peeking up through the dirt, I knew that was where she belonged. With her sister. Yesterday, my heart was buried with that cat. Eleven years was not long enough but each one filled with so much love and happiness. I stood with her until the end. The only peace I feel is that I know that she is no longer hurting. I know she knew I loved her.

I miss you Shadow. To those of you who have recently lost your best friend, your familiar or the love of your life, my heart goes out to you. I hope that someone else can read this and share my pain. I understand that there was nothing I could do but love her. Love your pets. Love them as long and as well as you can- nothing is immortal. We accept this when we commit to caring for our (mostly) furry (sometimes scaly or feathery) friends. This doesn't mean that it hurts any less when we lose them.

To my customers, who have been patiently and diligently awaiting orders while Etsy forced hiatus on my shop, preventing sales during this crisis in addition to my sister in law's wedding and me poking my own eye out back and February- you all are really the best turn of luck I've had. You do not know how much I appreciate you allowing me the time to spend these last few precious moments with her. It truly means the world to me and I hope at the end you receive something worth your time and patience. I have not forsaken fulfillment, and orders are still shipping. Unfortunately, I NEED to reopen and accept new orders, as Etsy is demanding payment for $600 worth of shipping labels. My shop is still appearing as in hiatus at the moment, but I ask for all the support my friends, supporters and followers can offer at this time as I essentially will be working for free when I reopen to pay these fees. Great, right?

If you are awaiting refunds, there is literally no money in the account associated with Etsy. However, as the funds become available, I will be processing refunds / cancellations. I'm sorry for the delays, I never thought I would say I found success at the worst possible time. I urge the rest of you- if you have a deadline for your order for the love of goddess TELL ME. I am getting a little frustrated with buyers (who are frustrated with me, understandably, but still, my item descriptions are clear about relaying deadlines) who are upset or complaining about meeting gift deadlines or other deadlines I literally had no idea about. I'm a decent psychic, but not perfect.

~ Samantha

(Owner/Designer/Creator blursedbaubles.etsy.com)

[sincerelyasomebody]

Past Meet Present || Mario Martinez

(GIF Credit: @merakiaes)

A/N: This hasn't been proofread. It was written in a rush. Don't hesitate to correct me on the Spanish translations. 

Pairing(s): Mario x Reader ▪︎ Angelica x Mario (past relationship) ▪︎ Martinez Family x Reader (platonic relationship) 

Summary: Ex girlfriend meeting the new girlfriend.

Warnings: children having no filter, fluff, language, slight angst; physical altercation, Tik Tok dances,

Word Count: 1564

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Bonding with her boyfriend's little sister was beginning to take a toll on (Y/N)'s body. Luisa, a sassy energetic seven year old, had suggested teaching her Tik Tok dances for the Saturday afternoon. And who was she to refuse such a request. She thought after the second dance, the little girl would go and play soccer with her twin Luis in the backyard. But she refused to go until (Y/N) knew every dance she knew. The young woman had a newfound respect for the people who came up with Tik Tok dances and those who mimicked them.

Benee's Glitter paused mid-chorus, Luisa looked in her direction, "are you giving up?" 

"No, just n–need to take five." 

"If you take five, then you're a loser."

(Y/N)'s eyebrows furrowed, standing to her full height. "How would taking a break make me a loser?" 

She flicked her ponytail, "it just does." 

Not willing to argue with a child's logic, (Y/N) gulped some water down and tossed the bottle to the side. Gesturing to the young girl to change the music for the next dance. Savage Love by Jawsh 685 and Jason Derulo played through the portable speaker, (Y/N) focused on following the movements of the seven year old girl in front of her. She couldn't help but smile as she was shown what to do with her hands. That part was easy, it was moving her hips that (Y/N) seemed to struggle with. 

"You gotta move your hips. (Y/N), h-i-p-s. Hips. Abuelita knows the dance and she's an old lady." Luisa shook her head, threw her hands in the air and called out, "abuelita! (Y/N) needs help. Show her how you move with your old lady hips!"

And with that the rambunctious child ran back inside the house, in the direction of where she thought her grandmother would be. (Y/N) heard a familiar laugh pop up beside her, followed by arms wrapping around her waist. With her head turned slightly, she was met with a kiss to her cheek. 

"Don't worry, bebe." Mario squeezed her hips and swayed, "I know you can move your hips." 

She laughed, "is that so?" 

"Yeah, but as a precaution let me help." 

With one hand on hers and the other on her hips, he began the famous dance. (Y/N) let him move her hands and then sway with her hips. When it got to the part of both her hands in the air, she made sure to put a little pressure in her sway. With a groan in her ear, she broke free from his grip.

She turned around and tapped his cheek, "thanks for the help, but now I've gotta –" 

"Nope, you're staying right here." Mario switched off the portable speaker, wrapped his arms around her body, lifted her up and carried her back onto the porch. He sat down and pulled her close to his chest. (Y/N) laughed, while adjusting herself so her legs hung over the armrest and her head was in the crook of his neck. She breathed in his scent and played with the collar of his shirt. 

(Y/N) had been set up on a blind date by her college roommate Carly. After getting dolled up and entering the restaurant she was told to go too, the twenty minute mark rolled around and her date was a no show. Embarrassed at being stood up, she left the establishment and was almost run over by a guy on an electric scooter. Mario had been the one driving it and immediately stopped to check to see if she was okay and to apologise. The pair went to a diner and exchanged numbers by the end of the night. (Y/N) had expected their budding relationship to be platonic, until he admitted his feelings during one of their hangout sessions. After a moment of shock, she revealed that he wasn't alone and she had feelings for him.

They've been an official couple since. 

However, this was the first time (Y/N) had visited where Mario had grown up and met his family. They had met briefly through facetime whenever she happened to be present while Mario was on a call. Meeting them in person was different. She got along with Ruben, Abuelita and the twins. It was Ruby and his mother Geny who were still weary of her. (Y/N) put it down to Mario's almost being a father fiasco. 

Yeah, he told her all about it. 

"Mario, I didn't know you were back." 

Sitting up, she looked straight ahead and found somebody on the opposite side of the fence. From the pictures Mario had shown her back in his dorm, it was Angelica. The girl he experienced many firsts with and most notably his first love. Mario had told (Y/N) all about him being friends with his ex girlfriend. She wasn't intimidated by her in the slightest. But that didn't mean she was going to be all buddy-buddy with her. She'd keep it cordial. 

"Oh, hey." Mario shifted slightly, (Y/N) hopped off his lap. He stood up and walked over to her. When he noticed (Y/N) hadn't walked beside him, he held out his hand behind him, smiling when she accepted and wrapped an arm around her waist when she was close enough, "this is my girlfriend (Y/N). Bebe this is Angelica." 

(Y/N) smiled and held out her hand. "It's nice to meet you, I've heard quite a bit about you." 

Angelica ignored her and continued looking at Mario, "So… how's your sophomore year in college been?" 

"Wow… okay, just ignore me then." (Y/N) muttered under her breath and retracted her hand, "bitch." 

This time Angelica acknowledged her. 

"What did you call me?" 

Not being one to back down easily, she replied, "a bitch." With her quick reflex, she grabbed onto the hand that was going to slap her, "gotta be quicker than that sweetie." 

Angelica pulled her hand back and glared, before focusing back on Mario. "¿Puedes controlarla?" 

"She doesn't need to be." Mario replied coolly. "She's her own person." 

(Y/N) scoffed, "of course I'm my own person." But, then looked in between the two, "wait, did she say something about me?" Looking back at Angelica, "care to elaborate?" 

"Why don't you go inside, (Y/N)." She pointed behind them, "Mario and I have a few things to discuss." 

Before (Y/N) could respond, her boyfriend beat her to it. 

"What do we have to discuss, Angelica?" Mario questioned. "No tenemos nada de que hablar." 

"I'd rather not discuss our personal business when someone else is present." 

"Our personal business? Our personal business ended the day I went back to college. We don't have anything –" 

She cut him off, "we have a history, Mario."

"That's all it is, history." He replied, "this is (Y/N) (L/N), my girlfriend. My present and potential future, Angelica. Yeah, we have history and I'll always be thankful for what we had… but, that's it. We can go back to being friends –" 

"What if I don't want that? What if I want to be more than that? What if I want to go back to us being together?" 

He shrugged his shoulders, "we can't." His eyes found (Y/N)'s and a smile graced his face, "I've got something good and I'm not gonna mess it up." He looked back at her, "one day you'll meet someone like I have too." 

(Y/N) pressed a loving kiss to his cheek. He responded by pressing one to her forehead. She let out a squeal as his fingers squeezed her hips. He laughed when she slapped his chest. 

Angelica watched their exchange with a mixture of hurt, sadness and anger bubbling up inside of her. She used to be in (Y/N)'s position and was looking forward to reclaiming the title of being Mario's girlfriend when he came back… only to be told by one of her girls that he was seen around town with a girl. She refused to believe that Mario had moved on, but the evidence was right in front of her. The difference between the last time she had seen him and right now was she no longer had a hold over him.

She couldn't do anything other than walk away. Rekindling her romance with Mario Martinez wasn't an option anymore. Like he said, they were history. 

The pair noticed her disappearance when they headed back inside to grab something to eat. (Y/N) felt a little bad for Angelica, but hoped she'd move on. Because she wasn't gonna play nice if Miss Ex decided to come around and get her boyfriend's attention. And if Mario allowed that to happen, she'd beat both of their asses. 

"Everything okay, mi amor?" 

She smiled and cupped his chin. "Angelica may have been your first love, but I intend on being your last," pecking his lips, she giggled, "until I pop out one of your big headed babies." 

"No babies!"

With an eye roll from her boyfriend and a headshake he yelled back, "It was a joke, ma." Before he turned back to (Y/N), "or it wasn't 'cause I'm in the mood to practice if –"

"MARIO!" 

"Another joke, ma."

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Spanish Translation(s): 

Bebe - baby

¿Puedes controlarla? - can you control her?

No tenemos nada de que hablar - we have nothing talk to about 

Mi amor - my love

[sydthekidd98]

Can someone explain what this dream means?

I don't understand why it bothered me so much this morning, or why I remember so much of it.

I was back in school. It was like an open campus coed dorm type thing, but these were clearly still high school aged students. I was alone in a field in taking a warm soak in what I guess was a worn out green and yellow vardo wagon, but it didn't have wheels. I sat in it like it was a bathtub, but it wasn't big enough for me to get my legs in. It didn't have a roof, but I feel like it had hinges on it's far end, so I could open it lengthwise (front to back)

I was soaking in my vardo tub under the stars and I had these apple earpods (not airpods) that were made entirely of wood. When they cracked open, they were hollow inside. And the wire wasn't a wire, it was a continuous line of thin round reed.

I took out a suspiciously wooden looking iPhone 4 type device, and texted my mom that I had been kidnapped. (I hadn't been) then after a couple of minutes there was this weird clown guy. He looked like the joker from the cover of the killing joke, but taller with longer, unkempt hair and a top hat. He never spoke but he carried this pitchfork around with him, spinning it around, pointing it in people's faces (specifically mine) and generally being terrifying.

So I went back to my dorm, where I was promptly chewed out by a short man in a white shirt and a denim jacket with jeans (he came about chest high) who kinda looked like Hasan Minhaj and his tall black friend with a large afro that hid his eyes (There were more people there, but these were the center of attention). I apologized for making people worry about me, and they acknowledged my apology but were still upset because it was a dick move and I was still a douche. (Fair enough)

So I left, walking down some railroad tracks back to the starlit field and my vardo tub looking at my wooden phone, contemplating why I told my mom I was kidnapped (I didn't actually have a reason) and I got back to soaking. My legs could fit inside now, and the water was warm, like your insides when you drink a piping hot cup of tea on a cold winter night. I was comfortable.

I sat up on the edge of a suddenly empty vardo tub, wondering if I could turn it back into a regular wagon to sleep in, when I became aware that I was now a pale, thin goth girl sporting long green hair with yellow highlights and black streaks. I was wearing a purple steampunk top hat, a matching corset with green, black, and bronze accents, and a pair of purple knee high leather boots with dark green accents (like this but nothing on my shoulders)

A girl ran towards me and I called out to her. I kept shouting "HEY!" I thought she'd like to duck behind my vardo tub (which had shrunk to about waist height) to hide from whatever she was running from. She had black hair and a round face, and was wearing something like this.

Me and my vardo tub weren't in a field anymore, but in an empty lot overgrown with grass, to the left of what looked like a rundown old timey train stop with an old rusty pipe fence. There was a brick building to the right if me and I was flanked by a worn out picket fence. I could see the backyard of building across the dirt road in front of me. It was cloaked in the night shadow and I could barely see the glint of its high chain link fence.

she ducked in front (as if she was hiding from me for some reason) and the tub turned into a knee high box. I turned around quickly (facing the picket fence), turned back just as fast. For a second, the box was a wagon again (it now had wheels and was big enough for me to hide behind) and from behind it I saw that the clown man was back. Then the wagon was a box again. It and the girl disappeared, nowhere to be found.

He had me on the ground. Standing over me with a big toothy smile and silent laughter. he bent down and held his face a foot from mine, and kept his pitchfork to my cheek, pressing firmly as if threatening to stab me through my head with it. He kept swinging that pitchfork around and mock stabbing at my head, always stopping just before he actually stabbed me.

I got tired of his torment, grabbed the pitchfork and wrestled it away from him. I had managed to knock him down and I stabbed him in his back.

Again and again I stabbed him. In his face. In his chest, sides and back. I impaled his eye on the train stops rusty, busted up pipe fence, leaving a bloody gaping hole. I stabbed and tore at him until he was just a mask made of skin (like this)

The girl was back, and now she was the goth girl, wearing the full ensemble- hair and all, and I was myself again; albeit thinner with a more muscular frame and slightly lighter skin

(Like this but leaner and a bit darker. More caramel colored)

along with a guy who looked like the guy who played Lafayette/jefferson in Hamilton (he was short too! He had his hair up in a ponytail, in a red shirt and black sweatpants)

We picked up the skin mask and started pulling on it, stretching it out. I never touched it with my hands, I only touched it with the pitchfork. I put the pitchfork into the mouth hole and pulled until the bottom lip tore slightly, then we hung it on the pipe fence.

The goth girl and the Lafayette guy started laughing at the face, mocking it. I felt sick. like I was gonna throw up, and I was scared that something bad was going to happen because they were making fun of the dead clown. I did my best not to puke on the face

I felt like Lisa Sherwood towards the end of this video

I thought "Don't mock the dead- especially if they dont want to be dead. Sometimes their spirits linger."

I was looking at the face skin mask, and its grin was stretched into a frown. I thought about saying sorry to it, but ultimately said nothing.

Then the mask started growling, and I woke up deeply afraid.

[sirlennon]

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