#blue waffle in woman

[thoughtfulfiction]

Full of Surprises

Author’s note: My first Joe request from a gorgeous anon! Hope you, my angel @emmyblues and all the other New Years babies had an amazing birthday!!!

Pancakes. Waffles. Is both too much? A little fruit on the side? Should he have bacon on the plate? What about eggs?

“Joe,” he snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of a perturbed voice. “What should I make? I’d like to know today, please.”

The man continues walking around the kitchen, running through the plan in his head. It’s honestly causing him more effort than most of his pregame prep. Football was easy, it was x’s and o’s, utilizing his cadence and dissecting some of the best defenses the league has ever seen. Simple things. Planning the perfect birthday wasn’t exactly something he’d practiced his entire life but it was the first one he’d be spending with you living together so he was willing to try his best to make it unforgettable.

“Okay,” he places his hands on the counter, facing his chef. The first order of business for the day was to deliver you breakfast in bed but he loved you too much to make you sit through a meal he cooked. So he called in a professional to start the day off on the right foot. “Chocolate chip pancakes. Final answer.”

“Thank you,” his chef Morgan cracks a tiny smile, patting Joe on the back. “Relax man, she’s gonna love it. If anything, today might be a little over the top but hey—I’d go all out for my girl too.”

That did nothing to ease his worries. He made his way to the living room to touch up some of the decorations and make sure that the layout is how he pictured it in his mind. He thinks for a second, laughing to himself about how you’re still peacefully sleeping upstairs and he’s running around like a headless chicken. By the time he’s putting on the finishing touches, the food is ready and he needs to wake you up so you have time to eat and spend a little time together before he has to leave for practice.

You wake up to the most delicate kisses peppering your face, your neck, your collarbone. Trying to ignore it, you pull the covers over your face but your morning energy, or lack thereof, is no match for him. He easily takes the comforter away, pulling you in close enough to have his mouth back on your skin, kissing your shoulder. Each gentle touch enhances the beautiful wake-up call.

“Good morning sunshine,” he states calmly, “happy birthday.”

You hum tiredly, opening your eyes to ogle at him in all of his glory. His icy blue eyes peering into your soul, the way his arm muscles clench while holding onto the tray full of food that he sets in your lap. You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of this view, of being in his orbit…as long as you live. And he’s completely dedicated to making this entire day all about you. “Thank you baby,” you cover your mouth and back away when he leans in, “morning breath?”

Joe scoffs, “come here woman,” he grabs you by your legs, wrapping them around his waist and reaching over to present the most perfect platter of pancakes you’ve ever seen in your life.

“Thank you! You didn’t have to wake up extra early and do all this,” you give him a very quick peck, immediately digging in.

He takes a piece of fruit off of your plate and pops it into his mouth, “thank Morgan actually. I didn’t make any of it. But…I do have big plans for you today.”

“Oh you do?”

Joe nods, grabbing your fork so he can feed you. He sat there and helped you finish the plate, giving you a kiss after each bite. Once you were finished, he let you brush your teeth before pulling out a blindfold.

“This is a bit kinky…” you trail off as the light is replaced with complete and utter darkness. Joe gently ties the blindfold after wrapping it around your head and waving his hand in front of your face to make sure you can’t see.

“Maybe I’ll save it for later,” Joe growls into your ear, playfully smacking your butt before grabbing your hand slowly walking the two of you out of the room.

The gentle padding of his feet on the ground, leading you down the stairs is the one thing you can focus on. You knew he was only leading you to the living room but you really don’t mind trusting blindly to hold your hand through life and wherever it may take you.

Light comes back to your world when your boyfriend takes off the blindfold, his mischievous smile making an appearance.

“Joseph…what did you do?”

He puts his hands up, looking at you like he has no clue what you’re talking about. The entire living room is covered in balloons, two giant gold numbers depicting your age sit on the couch, surrounded by a array of lavish gift bags. “Oh, I almost forgot,” Joe rushes out, taking long strides toward the doorway and coming back with his hands behind his back. The birthday hat you made him wear a few weeks ago is suddenly now on your head and he takes a picture of you in the middle of the room and you feel like you’ve just won a spelling bee. “You can take it off now if you want, I promised my mom I’d get you back for making me wear the stupid hat. But you look good in the stupid hat so it’s not as funny.”

“Aw you’re so sweet,” you tell him with a laugh, kissing him on the cheek as he hands you the first gift.

The first three bags are Bvlgari. A complete matching set containing a ring, necklace and a bracelet. All gold. The next bag is Gucci, an ivory bucket hat.

“I have the same one in black. Figured we could match,” Joe shrugs, handing you the next one.

Calf length leather boots, with red bottoms. Then another pair of boots, which could be considered more casual since they’re Chelsea boots…except they’re Prada. And of course, he got you the Prada travel bag you mentioned in passing nearly a month ago. “Thank you. You really did not have to get me all this stuff. All of this is beautiful and so thoughtful.”

You wrap your arms around him, hugging him tight and giving him a tender kiss on the lips. “What did I do in my past life to deserve you?”

Most of your early relationship you tried to be firm in letting him know you weren’t with him for the stuff he can buy you. Over time as the trust and love continued to build between you two, you realized that it wasn’t the end of the world to be pampered and showered with gifts every now and then, internal cringing less at the thought of the prices at the end of his gift receipts. The man seemed satisfied with how his first two surprises had gone, letting you know that your friend Ryan was on her way to pick you up as soon as he was gone for practice. Every detail had been carefully planned out so you wouldn’t be alone and bored while he was gone.

As soon as he was out the door you took your time getting ready, putting your new items away in their respective places. Ryan texted you that she was on her way after you got out of the shower, not telling you where you were headed so you opted for minimal makeup and a casual but cute outfit and some sneakers in case there was walking involved.

The surprise ended up being an extensive spa treatment. A 75 minute deep tissue massage and a Vitamin C facial. Then there was the mani-pedi, hydrotherapy soak and exfoliating scrub included. You felt the most relaxed you’ve felt in years, all the tension was released literally from the top of your head and neck area to your feet.

Your home was eerily quiet when you and Ryan came back. The lights were off and Joe was nowhere to be found, even though the car he took when he left that morning was back in its usual spot in the garage.

“Babe? Are you home?” You called out, starting to search for him.

Ryan turned on the kitchen lights and suddenly the room was filled with people yelling “surprise!” Your mom and Joe’s mom were there, along with several of your friends, a few Bengals players and their significant others were also in attendance.

On the side table was a massive spread of food, mostly comprised of your favorites and you bravely held back the wave of emotion to greet everyone and thank them for coming. Having a birthday on a holiday has never been easy. Growing up it was a time where people were either out of town to celebrate with their families or it was just simply too much work to even want to plan anything concrete in case plans had to be moved around or cancelled. You sometimes felt like the day was completely overshadowed. Now that you were an adult it wasn’t the biggest deal in the world as long as you had a relaxing and relatively fun day but for Joe to gather some of your favorite people in the world all in one place to be with you on your birthday meant more than you could explain. Speaking of Joe, you hadn’t seen him yet.

You are in the middle of asking Chase Brown’s girlfriend Jazmyn if she has everything she needs from her baby registry when you spot him. In his hands is the most beautiful heart shaped gold birthday cake and he’s beaming as he starts the “happy birthday” song and everyone in the room joins in. Your eyes are closed when he sets the cake in front of you, telling you to make a wish. The first reaction is to ask him what more could you wish for when you have everything you could possibly want right in front of you, yet you indulge him and stand still to think for a little while before blowing out your candles and letting people try the cake.

Between the conversations about playoff scenarios and resolutions for the new year, the room is bustling with activity. Even Joe seems relaxed, a water bottle in hand and never really taking interest in being more than five feet away from you at all times. You catch his eyes a few times throughout the afternoon, a comforting smile here and there going a long way while the people in your home happily mingle and make significant dents in the amount of food available. Nobody really seems to notice that the two of you have snuck off other than your moms, who exchange knowing smiles.

“Alright, you have to stop.” You tell him once you’re finally alone.

“Stop what? What am I doing?”

“Stop looking at me with that face. That I’ve seen you naked several times face, don’t give me that face. Not with my mom in the room. Because when you make that face and you’re staring at me with that—freaking stare I want to do something about it. And I can’t. Cause my mom is in the room. And so is yours. So stop it. That should’ve been my birthday wish.”

Joe rolls his eyes, closing the already short distance between you. “Well, when you say a wish out loud, it doesn’t come true.”

He’s looking at you again, less intense this time, more…soft. You’re the only person in the world that gets to see him like this, completely undone and void of his impenetrable exterior. This is the man you’ve continued to fall in love with the more you’ve gotten to know him. And when your lips meet his you can’t help but grin, brushing your finger along the side of his jaw with your thumb. The kiss is as soft as a feather, almost painfully slow as Joe teases you, letting you trace his top lip with your tongue until he opens his mouth and takes charge. Before the kiss goes any further he pulls away, sitting down in one of the oversized swivel chairs in the corner of the room and letting you settle on his thigh.

“When did you have time to do all this?” You ask him earnestly, “I mean with your schedule and the end of the season. How did you—”

He leans into your touch, kissing the tiny space behind your ear that he knows makes your skin feel like it’s on fire. “No matter what’s going on in my life, I will always find time to celebrate my favorite person in the entire world. I really wanted you to feel special today.”

“You make me feel special everyday. But for what it’s worth, you’re my favorite person in the world too.”

Joe kissed you on the head, patting your leg so you can stand up first. He tells you to wait here, signaling there’s one more surprise in store. In his hand is a card for you to read…alone. “I’ll be out there making sure Sam hasn’t eaten all of your cake,” he jokes, giving your hand a squeeze on his way out.

Running your fingers across the front of the letter, you admire Joe’s handwriting, trying to think of what could possibly be inside the envelope. Your curiosity gets the best of you rather quickly and you’re tearing it open, holding a small piece of paper in your hand.

Happy birthday baby,

I’ve been thinking about the perfect way to close out the day. Then I thought about birthday sex and doing unspeakable things to each other and got a little distracted. So I took a break to regroup and come up with an actual plan. Today is about you and how amazing you are. How you’ve changed my life for the better. How you’ve been my rock every step of the way during this up and down season. One that I wouldn’t trade for the world because at the end of the day, I get to play football, which love and then I get to come home to you, which I’m starting to love more and more every day. You’re my dream come true and I’m so lucky to get to do life with you.

And if you ever tell anyone I wrote you a love letter on your birthday I’ll deny it. We are taking this to the grave.

I love you,

Joe

You were already in tears halfway through the letter, the waterworks in full effect when two tickets to Disneyland in Tokyo were taped to the bottom of the letter.

How was he ever going to outdo this birthday?

The Bengals should seriously consider signing you for a short term contract the way you wrap Joe up in your arms as soon as you spot him. If he hadn’t seen you coming and knew your reaction, you probably could’ve taken him to the ground. “I take it you liked the present?”

You shrug, “not a bad first offseason trip,” the facade quickly fades and you hug him again, “thank you Joey, for everything today…and everyday. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He leans into you, resting his head on yours for a few seconds.

Tilting you head up, you look at him. “Wait…is this why you got us the bucket hats?”

“That’s exactly why I got us the bucket hats. We gotta fit the vibe babe. Blend in.”

You huff out a laugh. “Right. Of course.”

You once scoffed at an 8:30pm bedtime and now it was hard to keep your eyes open at 9:16pm, laying in bed next to Joe. And you swear you just heard him giggle, leaving you wide awake.

“Did you party too hard birthday girl?”

“It’s not funny! I’m getting too old for this,” you mumble into his side.

Sometimes you don’t even remember what life was like before him. And you definitely don’t want to know a life without him. Here he was Mr. Football fiend, in the middle of the season, going above and beyond to make you feel celebrated, special and loved beyond measure. And he’s always so warm, being in his arms is grounding you, slowly lulling you back to sleep.

The two of took a power nap so you could make it to the ball drop. At 11:59, he wished you happy birthday again and you kissed him at midnight wishing him a happy new year.

“Thank you for escaping the womb. I’m really glad you did that.” He pulls on your—well his—hoodie strings so you can’t see, kissing your nose.

“You’re a freaking idiot.”

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Hey bunny please can I get some Belgian waffles with a mince pie and a lemon slice with a margarita and a espresso shot (with Ghost) Ps: you’re one of the best COD smut writers fr

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belgian waffles ("i cum in that every night.") + mince pie ("i'm not jealous.") + lemon slice ("i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making.") + margarita (unprotected sex) + espresso shot (dirty talking) served by simon "ghost" riley (call of duty)!!

cw: smut/pwp, unprotected sex, jealousy, dirty talking, possessive!simon, creampies, wife!reader, (semi)dom!reader, cowgirl position. mentions of cheesecake

simon loved his missus. oh, there was no other woman quite like you. you and simon had be married for two years now and he still hadn't got tired of you. when you laughed, he smiled. something he thought he'd never do after the life of suffering he had. he believed his heart still beat because you loved the sound of it.

you were his wife, the lovely mrs. riley. and it took years of suffering for simon to realize that if he loved something. he had to hold is close. and with you, you were the closest to him.

which was why he was a little protective over you.

"simon james riley." you said with your arms crossed, "you are the most possessive man in all of this country. hell, maybe this entire continent! and don't think a cheesecake is going to make it all up to me."

simon slumped his shoulders a little, "love, please."

you crossed your arms tighter and eyed your husband, "simon. you told my male co-worker, quote, 'i cum in that every night'. you jealous fuck!" you threw your arms up.

simon attempted to defend himself by saying, "i'm not jealous.", he was a ghost on the battlefield. he handled more dangerous missions than the average special-ops soldier. he was battled bruised and scarred. but yet, under your stern gaze, he felt very human. where most assumed that the hulking size of mister riley meant he wore the pants in the relationship, it was quite the opposite, mrs. riley was the head of the house.

"simon. please. you know that i love you more than there are drops of water in the ocean." you dropped your arms, it was impossible for you to stay mad at him forever. he was your beloved husband. you got closer to him on the couch and dropped into his wide lap and took his square jaw in your delicate hands, "there's no need to get possessive of me."

he sighed and wrapped his strong arms around you. you held onto his face and guided it to yours. you kissed him on the lips and he eagerly kissed back. when he pulled him he cuddled you closer in his grasp and said, "it's not. it's them. i've seen every shade in a man. if somethin' happened to ya, love. i'd never be the same. i'd be a real ghost then."

"then don't make me send you to the afterlife because you keep telling people how much you finish in me." you said, shaking your fist at him. it wasn't totally serious, but it also wasn't totally joking. you knew simon worried, there was a reason you had your location on all the time when you went out.

you knew your husband had seen so much hurt in the world. the kind of pain that you couldn't wrap your head around. you had seen the scars from his father, caked into his skin. jagged and rough. even though they were buried under tattoos, you could still make them out. your husband's life had been rough, so you couldn't stay mad forever.

you placed your hands on his broad chest then gripped onto the front of his well loved navy blue shirt. you leaned towards him and gave him another kiss, "thank you though." you had to admit.

he raised an eyebrow and looked at you curiously. you were about to bite his head off and now you were thanking him?

"for wanting to protect me. i know it's only second nature for you." you patted his chest before you got up from his lap. you held out your hand to him, so small compared to his, "i know you love me, simon. even when you drive me up the wall with your... brash comments." you slumped your shoulders a little, "it feels nice to know that someone out there loves me."

he got up and took your hand. his hands were so rough and dry. they were like polar bear paws compared to yours. then again most things on him were bigger compared to you. he pulled you close to him and wrapped a strong arm around your waist. he looked down at you said said, "anythin' for you, lovie. you're my wife. i made that promise to ya, and i intend to keep it. don't like liars and men who don't look after their women." then let you out of his grasp to lead you to the bedroom.

you gave him a slight push onto the bed and he was already taking his shirt off. there was something about your husband being dominant that was a turn on. but, sometimes you wanted that control. and simon was more than happy to hand it over. like as he got undressed without you even having to ask. his strong body was exposed to you from his thick tattooed arms, to his dirty blond happy trail, to thighs that could crack someone's neck. he was so physically imposing compared to you. but you held his invisible chain.

you stood there with your hands at your hips, feeling simons' gaze along your body. you asked him, "are you going to be a good boy for me, si? be the boy i know you can be."

you watched that thick neck swallow and his cock stand a full mast. you giggled, the answered your question. you felt his gaze intensify on you as you undressed. exposing your curves to the man you married. you heard him shift on your squeaky bed.

once nude, you got into bed and straddled your husband's waist. he laid back onto the bed and watched you get on top of him. your pussy rubbed against his hard cock and you let out a soft noise. but when you sank down on his impressive length, he was the one making all the noises.

"shit, love. holy fuck. shit! shit!" he groaned as he buried his hands into your hips. not enough to harm you, but enough to feel closer to you. his words were silenced by your lips, tender and sweet against his.

"i'm sorry, what was that, si? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making." you giggled, lips close to his. he could feel the jump in his pulse. you took him in for another kiss and moved your hips against his. his cock hit in all the right areas and it made him pant heavily.

his eyes could've rolled back into his head, "nothin', love. i'm sorry. i'm sorry for scarin' off your co-worker. i just, i just want to make sure you keep bein' my woman. my life."

you took a hold of his face as you moved up and down on his cock. you peppered his face with kisses as you moved, going across every scar on the flesh.

you moved against him, the friction made him see stars. oh, you were perfect. even with your size difference, you still took him so well. he was honoured in all honesty. you worked so hard, he remembered having to give you the dimensions of his cock so you could find a toy close enough to its size to practice on. while that wasn't a story told at your wedding, it did get him through a lonely two weeks in austria. knowing you were back home riding silicone to make yourself better for him (as if you weren't perfect).

he held onto your hips and let you work against him. he could feel the pounding in his chest at the sight of you. and you were the same way. you placed your hands on either side of his wide chest and moved up and down his cock.

big scary man reduced to pathetic moans and soft words by his wife's body. it would be cute if it wasn't so pathetic.

"see what happens when you're a good boy, simon? you get all this and more. your wife's pretty cunt. i know you drool for it every day. kick off those boots, get out of your mask and starting hunting to get a taste of me." you purred in his ear. it made him feel fuzzy all over.

you felt your heartbeat in your throat as you kept moving. you clutched onto the covers and really put your back into it. his cock hit so perfectly, it made you see star behinds your eyelids.

it felt so, so good. it lit a fire in you to make you two reach your orgasms. he watched your body work with him, rutting against him. it left warmth in your belly, and pooled into your limbs.

"i love you." you said.

"i love you too. fuck i love ya." he groaned as he felt the shudder of pleasure through his body.

such a rough man that would fold so easily for you. you rose and dropped your hips at a quicker pace. simon's pants were heavy as he watched you climax. as you arched your back and gasped into the air. your body went tense and it made simon finish inside of you.

cumming in your pussy settled a beast in simon's blood. that he had marked his beloved from the inside. it made a little something rise him that was settled when you slowed to a stop and rested your head against his shoulder. his cock was semi-hard and still nestled inside of you. you sighed contently.

"you are the most possessive man in this country, si."

he wrapped his arms around you as you let your bodies cool down. both breathing heavily from the after shivers of pleasure. he said softly, "yeah, love. but, only because you're my whole world. only a fuckin' idiot would lose you."

you looked up at your husband and kissed him on the lips, "well then, mister riley. i think there is an apology cheesecake in the fridge waiting for us. or at least me, since you bought it for me." it had slipped your mind earlier, but now you craved something sweet.

simon cupped your ass for a moment before he kissed you. anything for his loving missus. the woman of his life <3

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Bake Sale

John Price x wife!reader OC

Summary: John Price and Simon Riley accidentally find out their wives have met.

Warnings: Sexual themes, swearing, not edited.

Authors note: I loved writing this because the contrasts between Dove and Indy are finally on display. The eggo waffles are a complete self insert and if I lived in the UK I’d find a way to get them.

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“Lookin’ smart.” John’s raspy deep voice bellowed through the morning air as he caught sight of his son.

“You say that every morning.” Jj grumbled as he went to go sit at the kitchen table only to see there was no breakfast or you cooking in sight.

The young boy now ten was dressed in his new school uniform. He was in khaki trousers, a navy blue blazer with the school insignia, a white button up underneath, a maroon tie, and black loafers. Jj hated it, saying it made him feel like a ‘stuck up rich kid.’ You and John made good money but it went a lot faster than you two liked, leaving you far from ‘rich’ or ‘stuck up.’

You two were still paying off your mortgage and the monthly bills only seemed to grow more and more expensive as time passed and your family grew. Between all the sports and activities your children did you had to pay for daycare and now private school. That was on top of financially supporting your retired father. He brought in some money from the summer home he owned back in the states but it wasn’t enough to live on. So you and John supplemented his lack luster life style as a way to repay him for being a single father to you. It was also a promise you made to him before you left for university. Telling him you’d make enough money one day that neither of you would have to worry again. You always wanted to give him more but the stubborn man refused it, telling you it was your hard work and to spend it on the kids. Because if you forced him to take it he’d be spending it on his grandchildren anyway.

“No breakfast?” Jj looked at his father who was standing in front of the toaster.

John was dressed in blue jeans and a red crewneck with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair was still damp from his morning shower and facial hair neatly groomed. The sound of a metal pop shot three speckled waffles up from the shiny silver four slot toaster.

“Here.” John spoke as he took a bite of one of the golden once frozen waffles and threw the second in his son’s direction. Jj caught it with both hands and scowled down at it.

“Why do you always choose blueberry.” Jj grumbled before taking a bite and moving to grab a piece of fruit from the bowl in the center of the kitchen island.

“Blueberries the best flavor.” John spoke confidently as he popped in another set of three waffles. The last slot on the toaster never worked well so it was avoided by both you and John.

“Not true, chocolates the best.” Evelyn’s bright voice joined the conversation as she slid into the kitchen on her socked feet.

Without warning John threw the third waffle like a frisbee at his middle child who swiftly caught it in one hand. She was a very coordinated little girl who made most physical activities look easy, because they were for her. It annoyed her brother immensely who had inherited your clumsiness. She happily chomped down on the crispy waffles and joined Jj in picking out their preferred fruit for breakfast. Jj grabbed a banana while Evelyn snagged the last orange.

“Wrong! The right answer is the French toast sticks.” Jj chimed getting an approving hum from both his sister and father.

“You can thank your mum for somehow getting these here.” John handed out the next batch of waffles which were quickly eaten.

“You can actually thank your grandpa cuz he’s the one who gets them.” Your sweet voice joined in as you rounded the corner and entered the kitchen.

John’s already cheery mood only intensified at the sight of you. He thought you were the most gorgeous woman to grace his presence each and everyday he laid eyes on you.

“Why?” Evelyn asked with her head cocked to the side.

“Because your mum grew up on these and still to this day loves them.” John informed the little girl as he handed you your preferred flavor which everyone in the house knew was off limits.

“You’re spoiling all of us, breaking these out.” You waved your favorite Eggo toaster product in John’s face and took a bite.

“These are for special occasions.” You added before holding the food in your mouth while you fixed yourself a cup of coffee.

John crowed into your space, his chest lightly bumping into your back. His strong muscular arms were hovering around you as he poured your milk into the mug and the left a kiss to your cheek that lasted a second longer than usual. His sweetness had you wondering if you forgot today was a special day or something. Taking the morning treat out of your mouth you placed it on the white marble counter.

“Happy birth-iversary?” You spoke in a hesitant tone and looked up and over your shoulder into John’s cool blue eyes. His body was so close to you with only a centimeter separating you as his warmth radiated off of him and heated your skin. You could smell his woodsy cologne and after shave making your hair stand on end. It was all suffocating and had you craving to bury yourself in its intoxicating glow.

“It’s the day I asked you to be my girlfriend.” John spoke softly with past memories dancing in his eyes. It amazed you how he remembered a date from years ago that seemed insignificant now.

“Happy day you pulled your head out of your ass.” Your retorted with a cheeky smile. John chuckled deeply before kissing your temple and turning back to your children.

“Wait you were daddy’s girlfriend?” Evelyn asked having clearly overheard you.

“What do you mean?” John asked, amused and perplexed his daughter didn’t realize you two dated.

“Mums your wife. Hasn’t she always been?” The gears were turning in both your kids heads as they contemplated this concept. Even Jj was confused having never thought about his mom and dad not being parents.

“She started as a ‘friend’.” John gave you a cheeky wink alluding to the fact you started as friends with benefits. You two would never tell your children that, even when they were all grown up it would be something you and John kept between yourselves.

“Then became my girlfriend, and after that she became my wife.” It wasn’t something John realized needed explaining. It was the simple progression to romantic relationships but his children had never thought about it.

“Cuz you asked her?” Jj stared at John waiting for a response.

“Yes, because I asked her and she said yes.” With a smile John wrapped his arm around you and tucked you under his burly arm. With a squeeze and kiss to the top of your head you smiled widely into your coffee mug.

“Then you had sex and made Jj? Because only mummy’s and daddy’s do that.” Evelyn’s dry question had you sputtering into your coffee and John sucking in a shocked breath until the point he started coughing.

John asked that you make it crystal clear in your birds and bees talk with Evelyn that you tell her it’s after two people are married. He had done the same for Jj as he felt it important to. Now did he practice this in his own adult life? No. But he didn’t care. No one was putting their hands on his daughter even after marriage if he anything to do with it. John often told you Evelyn would become a nun which usually got a massive eye roll from you.

“EVIE!! EW!!” Jj shouted at his little sister.

“What!? That’s how babies are made! That’s how Lily got made, what makes you any different!?” Evelyn shrieked right back. Sharing a look you and John both silently decided to not get involved in this. It was too early in the morning.

“Yes, then there was the honeymoon where we made your brother.” You mumbled for only John to hear. The cheeky response had him chuckling as his mind was flooded with the memories of those days spent wrapped up in one another.

“Okay, enough of that talk. Evie come with me, I’m taking you to school. Jj you’re with mum and help her bring the pies for the bake sale.” With a clap of John’s hands everyone dispersed and were off to their commitments of the day. There were a few sharp verbal jabs between Jj and Evelyn that were ignored.

“Wait! Where’s Lily?”

“Daycare.”

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“Mrs. Price, it’s nice of you to join us!”

“Happy to be here.” You smiled brightly at the head master passing by. You looked around the room of other parents and felt a sense of nervousness and anxiety creep up your spine.

You had just dropped your son off at his classroom and made your way down here to where school events were normally held. Jj brushed you off when the kids in his classroom caught sight of you, barely giving you a goodbye. But thirty seconds before that when no one could see him he had given you a hug and told you he loved you. So you knew he was just trying to act cool which you found adorable. It was very similar to how his father acted when you visited base. As long as no one could see he’d be as sweet as pie but then pretend he hardly knew you in front of others.

Today was your first bake sale at your son’s new school. He had been bullied out of his last one and you and John had decided private school would be a better fit. It would be stretching your budget in a way you hadn’t prepared for and had left you and John with deep rooted anxiety. Neither of you grew up with money and you could spiral in moments like this. You knew you could swing it but felt that maybe you should be sending all your kids to private school which would cost a small fortune.

It was intimidating coming into a new school and meeting the other involved parents. At Jj’s last school it went well for the most part except there were a few dads both married and single who fancied you. You were hoping to blend in this time and stick to making female friends as your own form of self preservation.

John had joked you should show up in sweats and his hoodie as a deterrent but that wasn’t going to happen when you had to get to work after this. You were dressed in black slacks, a nice grey fitted long sleeve, black booted heels, with a maroon rain coat that hung open. You had thrown your hair into a braid and done subtle makeup for work. In the large bags you carried, you had the desserts you prepared, for what now seemed to be a daunting bake sale.

The rectangular room you had entered was what looked to be a large function hall. The floors were hardwood and the grand windows that lined the wall had large maroon drapes. There were tables lining the walls, that stopped halfway into the room, covered in nice white table clothes with different baked goods. There were even little silver stands in front of the goodies with the name of the dessert, the person who had baked it, and year their children were in.

On the other half of the hall were children’s activities like face paint, bingo, board games and more. The last school was a sorry excuse compared to this. They had actual activities here for the kids instead of letting them run wild. You glanced around the room that was still preparing to open its doors for the sale this evening.

“You look lost.” A sweet voice came from a few yards away.

Turning you saw a very attractive woman with a charming smile and natural confidence that radiated off of her. She was dressed in jeans, rain boots, and a pretty lavender sweater.

“Yeah, my son just started here so it’s our first bake sale.” You smiled politely, thankful someone who you assumed to be another parent was here to help you.

“I’m Dove, my two oldest go here.” With an outstretched hand you happily shook hands with who you would hope to be your first friend here.

“Oldest! I thought my husband and I were the only ones brave enough these days to have more than two.” You playfully joked.

You were finding it less and less common to come across big families. But it made sense you had one. John was one of four and if things hadn’t gone poorly for your health with Lily you and John both knew you would have had one more.

“We’re so brave we’re thinking about trying for a fourth.” Dove grinned, rolling with your infectious playful nature.

She loved knowing there was another big family at this school of mainly only children. It would also be nice if you were down to earth so her daughters could hopefully have some friends who weren’t stuck up. She didn’t make the most money so it cost every penny to send the girls here and some snobs avoided her due to her financial situation. She couldn’t do big fancy holidays and trips abroad multiple times a year like most families here could.

“That’s so exciting, four is a great number! My husband and I have three and our youngest is so much younger than her siblings we sometimes think she needs a sibling close in age.” It was wonderful to be hitting it off with another mom. It felt like small talk was taboo at times here so this was refreshing.

“Yeah, we’ve got three girls. Mel is 12, Fae’s 6, Grace 4. The age gap is actually amazing. My oldest adores her little sisters.” She seemed so proud to rattle off her kids names and ages, it made you instantly like her.

A lot of parents you met sounded annoyed about their children but Dove seemed proud. She was reassuring you that three was a good number and an age gap wasn’t enough to keep siblings from being close.

“Your husband’s good a cranking out girls.” You hoped the crude joke landed well and it did.

Dove loudly snorted and then laughed, she loved a good naughty joke. For her it was hilarious because she knew if Simon were here to hear someone say that he’d have some choice words. She also instantly liked you. You were charming and friendly unlike a lot of the parents Dove had the misfortune of meeting here. There were so many snobs and you didn’t come across that way at all. The only thing odd about you was the fact you were the only American amongst the entire school.

“He’d crank out a lot more if I let him. How old are yours?” Dove was still lightly laughing as she asked about your own children.

“Preachin’ to the choir. Jj’s 10, then theres Evie, she’s 8. Our youngest Lily is two.” You shared.

“Your daughter doesn’t go here?” Dove asked a bit surprised to hear only one of your children were in private school.

“No, I think she’d freak out if we moved her to private school away from her friends. We would never hear the end of it.” You laughed awkwardly trying to not make your daughter sound like she was as much trouble as she truly was. You also hoped it didn’t make you look bad to only put one child in private school, like you were playing favorites.

“Fae was like that. Lost her shit. Caused so much trouble at home and in class, so I understand where you’re coming from.” The lighthearted tone Dove used did not reflect the chaos her daughter caused. It almost wound up with Fae expelled and Simon about lost his mind and that set her straight. It usually took Simon shouting his head off for Fae to fall in line to Doves absolute dismay.

“That’s what we’re trying to avoid with Evie. She can be intense sometimes.” You laughed awkwardly thinking back to Evelyn threatening you and John about switching her school. She told John she’d never speak to him again and then told you she’d get into so much trouble they’d kick her out. It didn’t end well. John and Evelyn got into a massive fight that ended with Evelyn eating dinner in her room and John gettin side eyed by you all dinner.

“And your youngest? Plan on sending her to private school?” Dove asked. She was curious if that was in the cards because it was incredibly expensive to do so. She spent almost all of their money on schooling for her kids and part of her hoped you’d let slip it’s expensive. That way she could have a fellow parent she could finally relate to.

“Probably, she’s still so little though.” You smiled politely.

“Oops baby?” Dove playfully asked.

“Yup, we can blame my husband for that one.” You snickered.

“I think we can blame a lot more on our husbands if we try.” She whispered giving you a playful nudge with her elbow.

“Sounds like a plan.” With a laugh Dove nodded with her head towards the tables covered in baked goods.

“Let me show you where you can put those. They have everything sectioned off by year. I’m over here so yours can go next to mine actually.” Dove waved you to follow her and you did.

She tapped her finger in front of what she brought on the table next to what would be your son’s class year. You looked to see what her last name was so you could keep an eye out for it down the line. In pretty cursive handwriting it read Meadows and she had made cake pops.

“Awesome, where do I get one of those labels?” You asked looking around.

“I’ll grab you one wait here.” Dove walked off to go grab a little silver stand and white card.

You couldn’t help but look over the purple and orange cake pops with circular silver sprinkles. They looked a mess which was actually endearing because you assumed her kids had decorated them. The color choice also screamed ‘Halloween’ which was a bit odd this early in the year.

“Here.” Giving you a kind smile Dove handed you the placard and card.

“Thanks.” Smiling politely you placed the bag you were carrying on the table and fished out your baked goods.

You were new here so you put in way too much effort to impress. John didn’t complain what so ever as you gave him all the rejected sweets and he ate them while you decorated. You had made mini apple pies with delicate lattice work and a perfect swirl of homemade whipped cream in the center of each. You had decorated them with a piece of flat hardened caramel beautifully stuck into the whipped cream. It made the humble apple pie appear elegant.

Living in the UK desserts like good old fashion American apple pie were hard to find. So you thought this would be a good way to show that your son was half American while also getting to show off. John told you that you needed to lighten up and stop being a perfectionist and over achiever; but you couldn’t help it.

“Holy shit, you can bake.” Dove scoffed and then looked at her pitiful cake pops she spent so much time decorating.

It looked like she let her kids at them instead of a fully grown adult. She sighed defeatedly realizing this would be the second bake sale no one bought her treats, especially because they’d be sitting next to yours. People always bought Simons which drove her mad. At the very least she knew they tasted good.

“Been a hobby for a while. My sister in law owns a bakery and taught me how to bake and decorate desserts so I kinda have a leg up.” You tried to play it off but you were eating up the compliment.

Internally celebrating Eloise, your sister in law, for the countless baking lessons when you first married John. You were a self taught cook but baking did not come easy and you’d honed those skills through the years. John never once complained besides that you were making him gain weight.

“Wish cooking or baking could be a hobby of mine. I leave my husband to do most of that stuff. But he’s busy with work so I made his damn cake pops instead.” Dove felt a little embarrassed at her craftsmanship especially when it was sitting next to yours.

You tried to keep a straight face now hearing that Dove had decorated these and not her kids. It honestly wasn’t that bad, it was the same thing as if John asked you to do any outside project. You weren’t even sure you could hold a hammer the right way without hurting yourself or others. So you knew there had to be something Dove could out do you in. Little did you know it was mostly everything you were horrible at because of your clumsiness while Dove could fix a damn helicopter engine if needed.

“Wish my husband cooked. He orders takeaway whenever it’s his turn to do dinner.” You mumbled.

John was completely inept in the kitchen. He had always been but at someone point you had taken over the cooking completely because you were tired of the toss up between burnt or raw food. He made a great simple breakfast you could give him that.

“Guess I’m spoiled then! My husband isn’t an amazing cook but he’s got a few recipes up his sleeve. He’s actually got this one from his bosses wife for lasagna that’s to die for!” Dove could eat that lasagna every night if Simon made it.

Little did either of you know the recipe she had mentioned was actually your own. You had never given it to Simon but he sneakily took a picture of it from your recipe book when he was alone in your kitchen. He had actually stollen a few of your recipes because he was too proud to ask for them.

“That’s one of my kids favorites!” You laughed as you wrote down your last name, dessert name and placed the card into its holder in front of your display of 40 mini apple pies.

“Price.” Dove hummed, head cocking to the side.

Her mind instantly shot to Captain John Price, a man she had served with. But the odds of this being the same Price was slim, it was a common last name. Dove would know if Price had a kid at this school, John would have mentioned it when he last stopped by to have a drink with Simon.

“Well, thanks so much Dove! I gotta get going I have work.” You smiled politely and gave a nod.

“Of course. Where do you work?” Dove knew John Price’s wife worked at some fancy institution for scientists. Her name was also not Indy so she assumed you couldn’t be who she thought you were. Price commonly called you ‘so smart she’s scary’ so Dove always assumed his wife did some mind boggling research. This would let her know if you were in fact the Price you could be.

“A museum.” You smiled.

Nope, not Price’s wife, Dove concluded. The name didn’t match up or the profession. But still it itched at the back of her mind.

“That’s interesting! I do some boring office job that pays the bills.” Dove shrugged giving you the answer to the question she knew was coming.

“Better than what my husband does. But I do have to get going. It was nice meeting you.”

“Nice to meet you too Indy!”

——————

“What?” John asked choking on his beer.

You two were standing in the kitchen having a chat and sharing a drink. John was on his second beer and you were just pouring your second glass of wine. The two of you had been so busy this was your first real chance to catch up on each others day.

“Mel Meadows? She’s two years older than Jj I didn’t know if he ever mentioned her to you.” You looked back at your husband confused by the strong reaction.

“Uh, no I don’t think Jj’s mentioned anyone with that name.” John felt shell shocked to hear Melody’s name came out of your mouth. She was Doves oldest that Simon had adopted and taken in as his own.

“Yeah met her mum today. Her names Dove, shes pretty cool I could see us being friends. Kicking myself for not getting her number.” Turning you swore your husband was starting to turn red as if he were holding his breath.

“What is going on with you?” You asked John who was doing a horrible job at keeping a poker face.

John was floored that he didn’t realize his son was now attending the same private school as Simon Riley’s kids. He couldn’t tell you that was Simon’s wife you met or that ‘Dove’ was actually a nickname he himself had coined back for her when they served together. Part of John wanted to tell you because he admired Dove greatly and got along with her amazingly well. Besides you she was capable of getting him to goof around which was why John knew all of her children so well. John had promised Simon to never tell anyone about his family life; you included. The only reason John was so involved with Simon’s kids was because of Dove. She’d looked up to John while they served together and the two trusted each other like he did the other members of 141. It felt like second nature to her to have a man like John as an Uncle for her kids since her and Simon didn’t have any living siblings.

“I thought you said Melissa Meadows.” John lied. He chose a lie with a bit of truth in it so you wouldn’t catch on.

“Who’s that?” You asked completely falling for John’s fib.

“A girl I dated before I met you.” It was the truth that John dated a woman named Melissa Meadows but she had nothing to do with the situation.

“You? Dating? Thought you just fucked around.” You joked at your husband expense.

“You weren’t a saint yourself.” John shot back. You gave him a kiss to his cheek while he grabbed a handful of your ass.

The two of you both snickered having left the hurt and insecurities of your younger selves behind long ago. It was something you could both playfully job at the other for because no matter who came before it was you two now and had been for over a decade.

The sound of someone pulling up your drive way caught your attention. Looking out the window on the side of your house you saw Simons large black truck pulling onto the makeshift parking spot in the grass of your yard.

“Simons here.” You looked back at John confused.

“Yeah, did I not tell you he was stopping by?” Again, John lied and you were none the wiser.

“I think I would remember if Simon was coming over. I would’ve cooked him something.” With a raised eyebrow you looked at John, your eyes picking him apart. He never surprised you with guests he normally told you days in advance.

“I must’ve forgotten. I’m sorry, darling.” John was already making his way toward you. Giving you a quick peck to the lips he opened the fridge and grabbed another glass beer bottle. Using his wedding band he popped the top off.

“I can make something quick. There’s leftover steak so I’ll do cheese steak subs?” You asked already rummaging through your pantry.

“That’s perfect. Thank you.” John gave you a swift swat to the ass seeing you bent over searching for something in the pantry. He paused for a second actually mulling over what you said. Yes, he had already eaten dinner but it had been ages since you made something as indulgent as what he thought was the staple American sandwich. (It wasn’t)

“Make me one too please.” John added before grabbing his own beer off the kitchen island then swiftly slid on his sneakers and made his way out onto the back patio.

“Simon.” John nodded and with an outstretched arm offering him the freshly opened beer.

“Our wives met.” Simon spoke matter of factly. He grabbed the beer and drank half of it in one go his large Adams apple bobbing in the patio light.

“Just found out.” John sighed, taking a swig of his almost empty beer.

“You tell her?” It was obvious how irritated Ghost was and just the idea of John saying he did pissed him off. Simon had become so agitated at this discovery he came straight over. 

“No. She has no clue. But she’s smart she’ll figure it out the next time they bump into each other.” John knew there was no more keeping you and Dove apart. It had come time where you found out Simon Riley was married with three kids. Quite frankly he was astounded it had been successfully kept form you this long.

“Fuck.” Simon breathed out.

“Don’t know how Dove didn’t put two and two together, she’s quick as a whip. She knows Y/N name it’s not like I don’t mention her.” John was truly confused as he knew Dove as an observant woman who tended to pick up on the smallest details.

“Y/N introduced herself as Indy. Dove, said she thought for a second she met the infamous Mrs. Price at a bake sale today but she had a different first name. Also said the reason she knew it wasn’t her was because this woman worked at a museum not some institute.” Simon purposefully left out the part where Dove really thought for a second she’d met Price’s wife because you were ‘hot.’

“Who would’ve thought the career change would have saved your ass.” John joked.

“Piss off. Dove also said she was too pretty for an old man like you.” Simon snapped. It was more out of frustration that this could no longer be avoided. He knew his wife would be all over you and scolding Simon for being a ‘control freak.’

Dove in fact did not say that. She told Simon that you seemed like Price’s type but there was no way he’d end up with an American. Dove commented on how beautiful she found this new mom at their kids school. And in typical fashion going as far to tell Simon he might have some competition and saying you should be the one to ‘knock her up.’ The internal war that raged inside him that his wife was crushing on Price’s wife was volatile. The woman, that drove him mad and he found completely and utterly invasive was catching the eye of Simons very own wife.

“No she didn’t.” John saw right through the lie meant to hurt his ego.

John knew Dove thought highly of him and would never take a cheap shot like that. That was more Simon. Plus John had mentioned how absolutely gorgeous you are to Dove once or twice. She liked to joke that of course Price needed a hot wife, he was allowed more than just his cigars as a vice. Whenever Dove asked Simon if you were as pretty as Price said he would always call you insufferable and not give her a straight answer. To Dove that meant you had to be gorgeous.

“We should tell them.” John pushed.

Simon had tried to keep his family private from you. But to John he saw it as such sad outcome. Knowing you, you would shower his kids with love and affection and be a lovely asset to the Riley family. John already knew if you found out tonight the woman you met was Simons wife you would be sending him home with some sweet gesture and invitation for dinner.

“Fine.” Simon grunted and followed Price inside. John was surprised at how easy Ghost submitted to the idea but it was clear to both men there was no more avoiding this. Better to rip the bandaid off.

“Hey, Simon. Hungry?” You spoke sweetly seeing the hulking man enter your home. No matter how many times you saw him it still astounded you how much space he took up. He looked angry like usual but he seemed more on edge than you were use to.

Jj had come running for the kitchen when he smelled what you were making. He was sitting at the kitchen island eating his steak and cheese sub and kicking his feet happily in his chair. Simons foul mood faltered for a second at the smell of steak and seeing a large sub sandwich he’d never tried before.

“What is it?” Simon asked. Approaching the island he looked down and saw a sub with cheese melted over steak and a bowl of peppers and onions sitting next to it.

“Philly cheese steak. You can add peppers and onion is you want.” You smiled and handed John his own.

John didn’t hesitate to dig in. It was his second dinner but he always had room for more. He would just have to go on an extra long run and hit the gym twice as hard this week.

“So do you know her?” You asked your son picking up the conversation where you two left off.

“Yeah, she’s two years older than me. All the boys like her cuz she’s pretty.” Jj paused to take another bite before speaking again.

“She’s the one who gave me a tour my first day. That’s all I know.” Jj seemed more concerned about his food than the conversation.

“Pretty?” You giggled as you asked. Your son thinking a girl was pretty was the cutest thing to you because he was still young and innocent.

“Yeah, she’s got pretty green eyes and she’s really funny.” Jj seemed a little stary eyed as he spoke.

“Who?” Simons spidey senses were tingling and he was on guard about who Jj might be talking about.

John stopped mid chew and stared blankly at his son. This wasn’t good. No man like Simon or himself wanted to hear from anyone else’s son how pretty their daughter was. Even if it was true it was instantly uncomfortable and had a father feeling protective.

“Mel Meadows. This girl at my new school.” Jj spoke as he normally did to Simon not realizing the land mine he’d just stepped on.

“Stay away from her!” Simon barked. Jj jumped and so did you at the sudden outburst.

“Easy there.” Johns voice dropped to its lowest octave as he warned Ghost. He understood what Simon was feeling but Jj hadn’t done anything wrong and John wasn’t about to allow someone to reprimand his son in front of him.

“Watch it!” Your voice was stern and you whipped around to death stare Simon. John swore he could see fire bursting from your eyes and he was sure in that moment you’d berate Simon before John got the chance.

No one was allowed to bark at your son like that, not you, not your husband, and especially not Simon. Simon and your eyes met and John felt as if lightning struck as you both shared volatile stares. The tension between you and Ghost was electric. You didn’t find him scary and you might lose but you’d still attempt to kick his ass or better yet get John to do it for you.

“Mel’s my daughter.” Simon spoke through gritted teeth.

The anger you felt evaporated and confusion washed over your face. You blinked a few times mind going completely blank. That meant that Dove, and Simon were-

“So that means Fae is too?! Why do they have different last names?” Jj asked his prior fear fading away after his parents so quickly jumped to his defense. Simon decided he’d ignore the last name question as that was a different can of worms.

“You. Simon Riley. Are. . . Married?” The disbelief was evident on your face and in your voice. Simon found it offensive which added to the irritation.

Never in your wildest dreams would you have guessed this. The man you saw as rude, crude, and unpleasant was married. What was even more confusing was he was married to Dove, the woman you met this morning. It didn’t make sense for you. She was pleasant, funny, charming, and drop dead gorgeous. You couldn’t wrap your head around them being a couple.

“Yes.” Simon still seemed pissed off.

“So, Dove. She’s your wife?” You asked the same question in different words, feeling completely blindsided. Your son also had a point, the name written down at the bake sale wasn’t Riley, it was Meadows. You were assuming that must be Dove’s maiden name. But why give it to only one of their girls?

“Yes.” Another curt one word response.

“Three daughters?” You asked trying to gather your thoughts.

“Yes.” Simon was giving you nothing and you found it infuriating.

“And you’re trying for a fourth?” You asked trying to get a rise out of the man. It was your own shot at him for being an ass to your son. Simons nostrils flared and he looked like he was ready to start smashing things. (more than just his wife)

John had been eating this entire time watching everything unfold. His eyebrows shot up hearing about Dove wanting another baby, that was something he didn’t even know. Yet of course his darling wife had somehow found out which wasn’t too surpassing to John.

“God damn it, dove.” Simon looked down at his plate completely frustrated by his wife’s big mouth. The fact that you of all people knew he and his wife were trying for a baby only proved why he called you invasive.

“Like a baby?” Jj asked wide eyed.

It made John chuckle as his son intently stared him in the eyes and then mouthed the word ‘sex?’ John shrugged and tossed his hands up. It was a call back to their conversation that very morning. He found it hysterical his boy made that leap of logic and felt it necessary to confirm with John.

“You cook!? And bake!?” That seemed to hit you the hardest.

For some reason it never occurred to you Simon cooked for himself, you assumed he lived off takeaway like John would. Having a wife and kids was shocking but knowing he cooked and baked for his entire family for some reason had you floored. Imaging the big intimidating Ghost in an apron and oven mitts made him a lot less scary. Part of you felt as if he would be to proud to use oven mitts and would use his bare hands to pull things from the oven. You knew this wasn’t possible, but again, Simon using oven mitts was not something you could envision.

“Someone has to.” Simon spoke begrudgingly.

“Do you-“

“Enough with the questions.” Simon barked at you. John cast a sharp look in his direction that had Ghosts temper simmering.

“Fine, a few more then I’m leaving.” Simon grumbled not willing to piss off Price.

The man was a force to be reckoned with and Simon couldn’t deny that. The last thing he wanted was for Price to fly off the handle because he was defending his wife. It would most likely wind up with Price beating him with one of the stools at the kitchen island if he continued to be disrespectful.

“Why not tell us? I would’ve been getting your kids gifts for holidays and their birthdays. Could’ve helped send meals to Dove or had them over while you and John are deployed. Ya know support each other as military wives should.” Your response had Simon stiffening.

He hadn’t thought about it that way. He had only thought about the negatives you would bring. Of course you would have done anything in your power to be sweet to his wife and kids. Part of him felt guilty for depriving them of that for so long considering he had no family and Doves wasn’t large either.

“Same reasons Price keeps it to himself.” You cast a sympathetic look to your husband thinking he too was just finding out this information. That’s why he was staying so quiet and letting you ask the questions and he’d ask his own later.

“Fair enough.” You mumbled before asking your next question.

“Can I send you home with a pie? I just baked it, so it’s fresh.” You pointed to the cherry pie sitting on your kitchen counter near the pantry and in front of a slightly ajar window where it had sat to cool.

“Oi, you made that for me!” John looked like you had stollen from him. His jaw was dropped and you had to admit his anger was pretty cute on his mutton chopped face; especially with crumbs in his beard and a smudge of cheese on his chin.

“Settle down I can make another.” You playfully scoffed before grabbing a napkin and trying to clean your husband’s messy face.

John snatched the napkin and did it himself. He was throughly disappointed he couldn’t have a slice of pie before bed tonight. Although with the amount of food he was consuming he should probably skip it.

“I’ll take the pie.” Simon mumbled around his food as he began to house the sub sandwich.

Jj watched in awe as Ghost inhaled the food at an inhuman rate. His eyes kept glancing between the other half of his sub and Simon, wondering how the man fit so much food in his mouth. Once Jj looked to his father John pointed at Jj’s food and mouthed ‘are you going to finish that?’ Shaking his head ‘no’ Jj slid hit plate across the kitchen island and John happily dug in.

You had been busy packaging up the pie for Simon to take home. You had grabbed a little white card from the desk in the corner of the kitchen and began to write a note for Dove. It wasn’t anything but an invitation to come for dinner and your phone number to get in touch.

“So do the girls embrace the whole Ghost persona or does it frighten them?” You asked, back turned and taping the note to the top of the plastic covered pie.

“Embrace it. I’m the best at chasing off monsters in the closet.” The decision to share came unexpectedly to not only you and but also Simon.

Maybe he did like your questions. He adored his little girls and could talk about them endlessly to his wife because he knew she legitimately cared. Deep down Simon knew you genuinely cared too so maybe that’s why it felt good and easy to tell you about his little girls.

“How did you and Dove meet?” Part of you felt that the questions were becoming a lot but you couldn’t help yourself.

“She was a helicopter pilot. Saved me and Price countless times. Was a pain in my ass back then and still is today.” Simon spoke with his mouth full.

“Wait! You knew, John!?” You turned to your husband so fast he choked on his food.

“Why. Didn’t. You. Tell. Me.” You took a near by oven mitt and hit John on the shoulder with it on every word. He watched you throw your mini tantrum being somewhat scared of your strong reaction.

“‘Course I knew! Couldn’t tell you tho!” John frantically defended himself with a mouth full of food. That’s the look you gave him before you told him to sleep on the couch.

“We have so many birthdays to make up for!” You hissed at John.

John’s defensiveness faded fast and was replaced by a warmth in his chest that was spreading throughout his body. Of course that’s what you were concerned about. Showing up for people was such an important thing for you. Taking the time and putting in the effort with no thanks expected was how you showed love. Even not knowing Simons children or even his wife for more than a few minutes you cared about Simon enough to want to show up for his family. And that was one of the reasons John adored you so much.

“I get them birthday and Christmas present don’t you worry.” Running his hand down your back John smiled at you softly hoping you would settle down.

“Oh god! You probably showed up with toy guns or slingshots!” Your guesses were spot on. John had absolutely bought both of those things for the girls.

“They loved them.” Simon interrupted your tirade.

——————

“WAIT!?” Doves voice echoed through her first floor.

With a deep breath and heavy sigh Simon rounded the corner into the kitchen with his four year old Grace in his arms. Grace had her arms wrapped around Simon’s thick neck, eyes droopy, and still half asleep.

“You liar!” Dove whipped around and pointed her finger in Simon’s unflinching face. He went to bite it but it was quickly retracted and used to poke him in the stomach. Her finger crumpled against the rippled muscles of his abdomen and she ended up having to shake her hand out from the dull pain.

In her hand was the small white card you had written her the night before. Looking from the card to the cherry pie Simon saw a few bites unceremoniously taken from it and traces of crumbs on his wife’s pretty lips.

“Had to take a taste first?” Simon flirted with a devilish smile. His left hand coming up and seductively swiping over her plump bottom lip. He was quickly swatted away like a pesky fly hanging in the air too long.

“I want pie for breakfast.” Grace mumbled and pointed to the crimson pie on the counter.

“I knew it! I had a hunch she was Price’s wife and I let your dumb ass trick me.” Shoving the note in Simons face he quickly batted his wife away like she had done to him.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well now you know.” Brushing Dove off Simon made his way to the round kitchen table and plopped his youngest daughter down. He then knocked on the window and waved for Fae his middle child who was 6 to come inside and stop playing around in the rain.

“I bought five of her apple pies from the bake sale.” Dove mumbled as she read over the note again.

“Eggs or cereal, Grace?” Simons deep voice grunted as he went to fish through the fridge to make breakfast. He noticed the mini apples pies neatly stacked in the fridge with a note that read ‘one each.’ Simon was absolutely going to eat Doves if she didn’t get to it by this evening. Knowing you were the one to bake it meant it was going to be divine.

“No. Pie.” The four year old countered.

“We aren’t having pie for breakfast.” The mumbled words were ignored. Picking up the elegant mini pie Simon looked it over carefully. It looked delicious. Maybe pie wasn’t a bad choice for breakfast.

“Mummy did.” Grace said in the sweetest voice.

“Let them have pie. It’s not the end of the world.” Without looking for approval from her husband Dove was bringing the cherry pie over to the kitchen table with plates, silverware, and a knife to cut it.

“Pie for breakfast!? Fuck, yeah!” Fae cheered as she came in through the back door adjacent to the kitchen table. The young girls language had Simon snickering and shooting a cheeky wink her way. She slid out of her drenched rain coat and boots and bounded for the kitchen table.

“Language.” Dove warned, tongue peaking out from the corner of her mouth as she concentrated on cutting the pie. Placing the mini pie back in the fridge Simon went over to watch Dove slice up the pie, hoping she’d give him an extra large piece.

“I’ll take that much.” Simon motion with his finger at the pie to show how much he wanted.

“That’s half the bloody pie! You get one slice like the rest of us.” Dove knocked her hip into Simon thigh playfully. Without notice from the girls Simon had palmed a half full of her ass.

“Did you buy it from the store? It’s yummy.” Grace’s face had red jam like pie filling smeared across her mouth and a wide toothy grin also tinted ruby.

“Uncle John’s wife made it.” Dove smirked now having a face to put a name to.

“She should make more.” Fae spoke as she shoveled her pie into her mouth. She was so much like her father. Looks, mannerism, snarky attitude, smart mouth, and most of all her food preference. She could live off protein and sweets if you let her.

“Are we seriously having pie for breakfast?” The oldest of the Riley girls interjected as she walked up to the kitchen table. Like everyone else she was still in her pajamas.

“It was your mums idea.” Simon spoke around his spoon and finally sat down at the kitchen table between Fae and Grace.

“Heard you met Price’s boy.” Nodding at Mel her face went a bit confused until she realized what Simon was talking about. Both Simon and Dove thought Mel wouldn’t have made the connection.

“Oh, Jj!? Yeah he’s a cutie!” Taking her seat Mel smirked as she thought about the blue eyed boy two years younger than her. Simon and Dove shared a shocked look that Mel was the first to figure this out before any adult caught on. Although it showed she was equally as observant as both her parents.

“A cutie!?” It was hard to stop the half yell Simon barked out at Mel’s description of the Price boy.

“Wait how’d you figure it out?” Dove asked feeling proud her daughter had caught on before she even had.

“Yeah. Looks just like Uncle John so it was obvious who he was. He’s funny. Really funny actually. He’s tall too, seems like he’s more my age.” Mel was quite a fan of the ten year old boy.

He was one of the few boys in his year that didn’t snicker and gawk at the girls in Mels grade. Her grade was the oldest in the school and after this year she would be moving up to secondary school which scared her. She would be the one gawking at the older boys soon enough.

“Poor kid, lookin like his dad.” The joke had all the women in Simons life stopping on the spot and giving him a dirty look.

“That wasn’t very nice!” Grace shoved her pie covered finger in Simon’s face not appreciating the meanness.

“Woooow, Simon. With a face like yours you’re gonna say that?” Mel added.

“Uncle John’s beard is nice.” Fae tried to defend the man.

“Really, Simon. Grow up.” Dove scolded him and lightly smacked the back of his hand.

With a deadpan expression all the girls comments went in one ear and out the other as he continued to eat. This was a typical morning where Simon would say one thing wrong and everyone would jump down his throat. He’d learned to tune it out instead of inspect his behavior.

“I texted Indy. We’ll be going over in a couple weeks for dinner.” With a kiss to the top of Simon’s head Dove tried to walk away. Simon’s arm looped around her waist and pulled her onto his lap and forced her to stay put.

“Stay. Eat.” Simon pushed the half eaten pie toward his giggling wife.

He hated this. Hated that Indy was about to invade his family life. This was his little slice of heaven that he had no intention on expanding; outside of one more baby. The only comfort he could find in this moment was having Dove sat in his lap while his daughters chatted away. It would be better if he pushed aside the impending meet up and focused on his family.

Today would be peaceful and good, Simon convinced himself as Dove fed him a bite of pie. And if it wasn’t he had something to look forward to tonight since today was ‘baby making day’ as Dove so eloquently put it.

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[littlelovelunette]

hey, what about an angst/fluff ex lovers to lovers with vi, like it was a looong relationship, but circumstances made them break up, so when reader goes to vi's place to pick up her things, reader also return the promise ring vi gave to her, but vi ask for a second chance, and i mean, who can refuse? its vi

btw, love your work, hope ur okay! 🩷

Happenstance

"It's been nine months we've been together and now you just want to break things off!?" Your eyes were teary, you were angry but you were also sad.

The building emotions caused a storm inside you, you were breaking on the inside but you couldn't let that show. You couldn't let this breakup tear you apart.

"It's just not working, I'm sorry, I really am," Vi said, looking away as she tried to avert her gaze from you but the tears in her eyes told you a different story.

"I can't believe you," you walked out of the door, abandoning all your belongings in Vi's place, all the memories you shared with her. Dancing in the kitchen while you made waffles together. Sitting by the window while the rain splattered on the glass, sharing stories of the past.

All gone, all broken.

All snatched from you.

You didn't know how far you had gotten from Vi, but wherever you were you didn't recognise the neighbourhood. With a small groan, you reached for your phone in your back pocket, calling your sister.

"Hey, Amber... mind if I crash at yours for the night?" You asked, trying to steady your breathing so it didn't seem like you'd been sobbing your heart out.

"Yeah, sure... Have you been crying?" Amber asked, you could hear the car keys jingling on the other side.

"I-It's a long story," was all you could manage, wiping your tears on your sleeve.

"I guess I'll, yeah— I'll pick you up, send me your address and I'll come,"

"Thanks,"

The next day was a blur, you ringed Vi up with the generic "I'll pick my things up at 8," talk but you could've sworn her voice sounded hoarse like she'd been drowning herself in alcohol and her own tears.

But she couldn't have, right? You knew Vi, she was prideful to the point her ego shot right through the troposphere of the planet, she couldn't have.

Thanks to the terrible traffic, you were thirty minutes late to Vi's house. When you turned the doorknob, you realised that the door was already open.

Who leaves their door unlocked? It's like a silent beggery for robbery.

"Vi?" You called but there was no answer to your voice, only a small sniffle that schoed from the room you once shared with the tatted woman.

A small sigh escaped you and you walked to the room, opening the door with quite a loud creak, you peeked inside.

There she was.

Curled up on the floor, hugging a photo frame you both got for your third month anniversary, the carpet soaked with her tears and an empty bottle of God-knows-what brand of alcohol.

"Vi," you walked upto her, fidgeting with the ring she'd given you once promising the eternity of the relationship she had broken due to unavoidable circumstances yesterday.

"You don't get to do this to me," you said slowly slipping the ring off, "You don't get to break up with me and then play victim."

"Oh, sweet baby, I'm so- hic- sorry," Vi looked up, eyes bloodshot and droopy, her blue eyes dulled with the pain of something you couldn't quite register.

"Vi, we can't," you put the ring on the desk, leaning to pick the handle of your suitcase up, "You have to let me go," you attempted to pull at the suitcase but Vi latched onto it like a crazy ex-girlfriend.

Vi let out a broken laugh, one that cracked at the edges, her grip on the suitcase handle tightening as if it were the only thing tethering her to reality.

"No, no, no, please—" she slurred, her voice barely above a whisper yet filled with so much raw desperation that it made your chest tighten. "I—hic—I didn't mean it, baby. I swear, I didn't."

She tried to push herself up but stumbled, landing back on her knees with a pathetic whimper. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks as she clutched at your sleeve instead, her fingers trembling.

"I love you," she mumbled, burying her face into your arm, her breath reeking of alcohol. "Please, don’t leave me. I—I'll fix it, I'll fix everything. Just—just don’t walk out that door."

"I can't—" her voice cracked, "I can't do this without you. I don't wanna do this without you. Please, please, please, baby, I—I'm sorry."

Her grip loosened just enough for you to step back, but the moment you did, she let out a strangled sob, reaching for you again, her nails digging into the carpet.

"I'll change," she gasped, forehead pressing against the floor. "I'll do anything, just—" a hiccup interrupted her words again, "Just say you’ll stay. Just say you still love me."

"I'm too sober for this," you mumbled before kneeling down to her, hugging her, "I still love you," you mumbled.

"I love you too, please, don't leave," Vi squeezed you tightly for a second.

You heaved a sigh, just when you were about to get your life together after the breakup, Vi wanted to get back together.

You didn't know what would happen after the alcohol wore off but you were tired too, shifting to get comfortable on the floor.

"Have any more of those?"

[sucker4colby]

Parties over: Part 2

Summary : Colby’s in the doghouse after forgetting his girlfriends birthday to hang out with amber. He has to knock down the wall she built around herself.

Warning : angst , jealousy , insecurity, cussing

Pairing: Colby Brock x female reader

Part 1

It took me a moment to be able to tear my gaze away from my reflection and to stop criticizing everything I saw. I had to accept today was going to be one of those where I wasn’t comfortable in my own skin so I just made my way downstairs after changing into shorts and a knitted sweater hoping I wouldn’t see the blue eyed boy I was upset with.

Unfortunately for me he sat at the island eating a bowl of cereal in his own world as our friends did their own thing around him. I noticed how his hair was unruly and he looked tired as If he didn’t sleep last night. My eyes snapped away from him as Sam called out my name. “ there’s breakfast over on the counter if you want some.” The blonde boy pointed over his shoulder at the counter where a stack of waffles resided. I could see Colby’s head snap up from the corner of my eyes to look at me as his friend announced my presence but I avoided looking at him knowing I’d break on the spot to look at him. I smiled at Sam muttering a thank you as I made my way over to the food.

I heard his chair scrape against the floor as he hurriedly walked over to me stopping me from taking a plate . “ I can get your food.” Colby offered grabbing the plate I was reaching for looking down at me. Anger bubbled up inside of me and I glared at him. “ I’m not hungry anymore thanks.” I spat spinning on my heels and walking away from the prying eyes of our friends. He was just going to act like he didn’t blow me off on my birthday to be with another woman and I sure as hell wasn’t going to let that slide.

I might overreacted but If I wasn’t important enough why did he keep the act up, why not just rip the bandage off and break up with me. I sighed walking into the living room to see the mess from last night, cups ,trash bottles of liquor littered every surface. Grabbing a trash bag from the cabinet I began picking up hoping to get a head start before everyone came to help out.

I know he was standing there trying to figure out how to approach me but I couldn’t bring myself to ask him what he needed so I just pretended he wasn’t there. It was a difficult task to do when his blue eyes felt like they were burning a hole in my skin, I could see the distraught look on his face and it hurt my heart but he was the one who messed up.

Finally he cleared his throat to announce his presence as if I didn’t already know, it was hard not know when you’ve memorized the sound of his footsteps and when his presence filled up the whole room. I looked up to meet his sad eyes quirking an eyebrow up at him. “ I have something for you.” He told me in a small voice and brought his hands out in front of him presenting a small black box. I could see him deflect more as he noticed I wasn’t changing my stoic composure towards him. “ I also ordered you a cake from that bakery you like, I know you wanted one of those for your birthday.” He rambled only making me more upset. I hated that I couldn’t stay angry at him, was I really that smitten over him that I’d roll over and act like nothing happened just because it was him.

“ yeah for my birthday Colby.. which was yesterday had you of cared enough you would’ve remembered but how could you ? You were a bit …preoccupied.” I spat out the last word throwing the trash bag on the couch moving past him to go cool off in my room.

I threw myself on the bed and cried wishing my comforter would just hide me away from everything. He was probably trying to be nice so he wouldn’t feel bad once he left me for amber. My chest burned with jealousy at the thought of him doing everything I wanted of him for her, why wasn’t I good enough for him, He was everything for me and maybe that was the problem. I had to make it easier on both of us and end things myself because I know he wouldn’t do it.

I didn’t hear my door open or close but I noticed my bed dip making me wipe my eyes and look out from under cover. I cried even harder once I saw Colby sitting next me. He had tears in his eyes as well as he moved to put me on his lap, I didn’t try to fight him because this is probably the last time I’ll get to be in his arms. I wanted to memorize everything about him before I lost him.

“Baby I’m so sorry, I was a dumbass, I promise I didn’t mean to forget I just had to much on my plate and I got my days mixed up.” He sniffled setting his cheek on my head and caressing my leg knowing that calmed me down. “Do you not love me anymore?" I asked looking down at my lap picking at the loose thread on my knitted sweater. I felt like I could throw up waiting for him to answer me. "What ?" He asked me I could feel the bed shift under his weight as he turned to face me.

My face heated up at having to repeat my previous statement. I was embarrassed I had to ask him if he still loved me , if he did I wouldn't have to ask and save myself the heartache. " if you don't that's ok, i just.. I feel like I should know if you don't love me anymore, no one should be in a relationship without love." I mumbled my voice cracking as I tried to stop myself from crying even more. I could feel the tears pooling at my waterline even more as I tried to stop myself causing me to grow frustrated with myself . I put my hands over my face shielding my face from his view as my body shook after each sob.

“ baby I love you so much it hurts, I’m so sorry I made you feel like this. I’m sorry I made you doubt my love for you.” He whimpered rocking us back and forth holding me tighter to his body. “ I love you so so much, I was looking forward to yesterdays date because that’s the day my love was born, I should’ve been here but I promise I’ll make it up to you now.” He whispered kissing the crown of my head and I wrapped my arms around him. My heart softening “ I could never love anyone the way I love you, I can’t imagine getting so excited to come home to someone that isn’t you, you’re my favorite part of everyday and I don’t ever want to lose that.” His words slowly eased my worries.

I felt horrible because Colby wasn’t a bad person and he’d never intentionally hurt someone. I was so insecure I forgot how kind hearted and pure he was, That’s why I fell in love with him in the first place. I was caught up in my head I almost him because I was being childish. “ I’m sorry, I overreacted.” I hiccuped into his neck as I hugged him close to my body. He let out a small laugh rubbing circles on my back under my sweater. “ I think you under-reacted, I thought I was done for.” He told me causing me to giggle. “ I’m really sorry baby I know you were looking forward to your birthday.” He apologized again leaning back to look at me. I sat back on his lap to look at him. “ I just wanted to be with you, but you’re here now and that’s all I care about.” I told him making sure he knew I just wanted him.

He smiled and placed a kiss on my lips causing a smile to grow on my face. “ that one’s because I’m sorry and these are because you turned 23.” He said before attacking my face with kisses causing me to laugh as he counted each kiss. He let out a quick oh reaching over the bed to retrieve the same black box he had shown me earlier passing it over to me. I shot him a questioning look taking the small box and opening it. My eyes started watering again and I let out a small gasp at the small necklace that rested inside. “ I chose this out a while back and I wanted something you could wear everyday.” He explained taking it out of my hands and moving my hair to the side, I moved on his lap so he could clip it on. “ thank you, I love it.” I told him as he placed a delicate kiss on my expose shoulder where my sweater started slipping off. “ I love you .” He mumbled wrapping his arms around my again pulling my into his chest. I exhaled in relief leaning back and taking comfort in his warmth knowing we’d be ok, I had fallen in love with the sweetest soul and as perfect as he was he was only human, he was bound to make mistakes.

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Part 2 guys !!!

I hope you enjoyed it. I almost made them break up but I just couldn’t bring myself to make Colby the bad guy 🥲

Let me know what you guys think !!!

[spicycinnabun]

Oooh some 🤖 beep boop or 🧁 bakery would be amazing!

(@ambernotember)

beep boop! 🤖💙

“I’m sorry your g-girlfriend couldn’t make it,” EB said. He was sitting in the booth beside Tommy, close enough that their arms were brushing.

(Sal had actually been in that spot until EB had stared him down, LED flaring red, forcing him to move without uttering a word, much to Sal's amusement. “He's got a meaner stink eye than my sisters.”)

Tommy tried not to cringe. Girlfriend. Sometimes, it felt like he’d never left high school. He sighed, long and slow. “It’s fine.”

He should have denied it. His lie was starting to spin out of control, but he was all too aware of Sal and Bailey across from them.

EB’s LED turned yellow, his expression softening. He squeezed Tommy's shoulder. His hand was warm, lifelike. He could crush Tommy's arm in one snap, but he'd never been anything but gentle. “I'm sure she'll come next time,” he said. “She—she seems very special to you.”

Tommy’s throat constricted. Fuck, he hated this. He must’ve sounded disappointed instead of dead exhausted.

Anderson returned to the table with their drinks, and EB let go of him. Tommy wished he hadn't.

“Can androids get drunk?” Bailey asked as Anderson passed EB a blue beer.

It just looked like carbonated Thirium, but there must've been something special in it, too, because EB seemed very curious.

“Not in that exact sense,” EB answered, inspecting the bottle, “but this will alter how my central processing unit functions if I consume enough.”

“In a fun way, right?” Anderson asked.

EB smiled. “Based on the data I've examined and the visual evidence here, yes, I-I believe so.”

Tommy looked around. The other androids in the bar did seem to be having a good time. A few of them were even doing karaoke. A BL100 and a woman were kissing affectionately on a pair of barstools, which EB also seemed fascinated by, before he bashfully tore his gaze away.

EB tilted the bottle for a sip, analyzing the blue beer on his tongue. After a moment of silence, he let out a delighted chirrup. He licked his lips and then emitted another.

Tommy had never heard that from him before.

And clearly, neither had any of the guys, because they hooted with laughter.

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[melancholicstation]

You heard my baby's back in town now! — controversially young!gf bobby kennedy one-shot

imagine... you are bobby kennedy's controversially young girlfriend who he met at a an oregon mall during his brother's campaign for president in 1959. fast forward a few months and you're finally taking the next step in your relationship: meeting the family.

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inspired by @unmarlou's age gap!bobby kennedy, go give this blog some ♥️ .

warnings: heavy mention of age-gap, multiple flashbacks, uses lyrics from Taco Truck x VB, use of terms of endearment, period typical sexism (not bobby)

words: 2,862

Most of the time you wouldn't say holding down a 9 to 5 at one of the biggest breakfast chains in middle America was an exciting career endeavour for a 22 year old woman but here you were. That was until you met him: your boyfriend of six months who'd shown himself to be a great lover and an even better giver, always draping you in the finest of mulberry silk and yellow diamond. You weren't shallow though, you would've loved him the same if all he had were the clothes on his back and that floppy hair of his.

However you wouldn't have to because he had the ultimate privilege or curse, many would go on to say, of being born into one of the richest families in America, and was the brother of the Democratic Party pick for president in 1960. Oh, and his name was Bobby Kennedy.

*Flashback to December 5th, 1959*

After working your job at Waffle house for about 2 weeks you knew it was hell, filled with grimy men hitting on you with their dirty pickup lines their dad probably taught them at age 15, that bitch of a co-worker, and a drab work attire that your boss, Susan, seemed to have affinity for catching any slight deviations of. Superficially it was mostly the outfit requirements that bothered you: I mean how were you ever supposed to leave this damned place if your own uniform made sure that no person, regardless of gender, would ever humanly find you attractive.

Despite this, you persevered and tried to work around it. If your boss told you to wear a plain blue top: you wore a lightly stripped blue button-up with featuring an embroidered, ruffled star motif on the chest. If your boss told you to wear heather grey bottoms: you wore an extremely short dark navy skort with built in shorts for the so called modesty striven for in the dress code. I mean for christ sakes this wasn't the White House now was it?

You often pared the dreary outfit with a pair of suede ballerina's in navy: a bit of an oxymoron where your mother was concerned due to the nearly perpetual state of wetness synonymous with Oregon lately. Adorning your neck with the one staple in your jewellery escapes: an antique scapular on black silk cord.

Slinging your bag over your shoulder defiantly: a bag so filled to the brim that it didn't look so much like a bag anymore and more like a rather large and rather worn sack. However you did attempt to beautify its exterior by applying randomised trinkets to it's complexion such as: a statement cross pendant held together with leather twine, a religious pocket book passed down from your grandmother on your Spanish side, and a stone rosary.

Departing from the trinkets adoring the handles of your bag, the once smooth leather of the bag was now covered in tiny hole marks from the pins of the buttons you so religiously adorned your bag with. Many—who were you kidding, all were of John F. Kennedy and his running mate Lyndon B. Johnson. Now you weren't so much of a fan of Johnson as you were of Kennedy but you were seldom able to find ones of Jack by himself. That's why the ones of jack stayed front and centre, with the ones of Johnson meandering in the background, wrapping around the sides of the leather.

It had been a couple hours of your shift before you granted yourself the masochistic reflex of checking the time: counting down the length of time until you were free.

Checking the clock you realise it had not in fact been hours, in reality it had only been an hour and three minutes. Boy time really just flies by when you're serving up cheesesteak melt has brown bowls at five-thirty in the morning: I mean seriously what kind of sicko does that?, and getting hit on by men who look like they could've been your father.

That was until you hear that disntict clink of the door chin: alerting you to a new customer. Exasperated with, well—life, you look up already annoyed. Annoyed until you meet the hilarious sight of a strange man crouched under a comically small umbrella, surrounding by some very self-important all dressed in suit and tie: a stark contrast to the typical male style expected of in Oregon.

Before you can catch a glimpse of the man he's herded into a booth far out of your range of sight. Despite being interested your attention is called for when a woman orders a hot coffee to-go. Y'know, it did always suck when you had to do your actual job and not just people watch for a living.

Out of nowhere two voices come within your earshot,

"No, Tim—I can do it myself. God damn it! You people treat me like a child, I can order my own food." a voice expressed that somehow towed that line between being intrinsically feminine and masculine at the same time.

The other voice begrudgingly backs off but continues,

"I know you're not a child Bob, but I'm trying to help you. Y'know that's kind of my job as advisor, to advise you on shit."

"Fine. You go do it, i'll wait over here like a dog." ,the voice says expressing a particular strain of annoyance you had yet to hear vocalised until that moment.

This man has an advisor? What the he—

"Hey-Uh, could I get a pecan waffle and a dark roast coffee."

Surprised for a moment, you compose yourself and reply "Sure, coming right up."

Shuffling into the back with the intention to tell the cook the order, and then maybe take a cheeky smoke from your bag in the meantime. Maybe.

After telling the cook, you find yourself b-lining for your bag. Getting to your bag, you start fiddling for a lighter that was until you hear a peculiar set of shuffling feet suspiciously close to you.

That's when you realise that you completely missed, on your mission for your bag, a real human man leaning his back against the bag rack.

"Oh-Mary and Joseph—you nearly gave me a heart attack."

The figure, and the face comes into your range of sight and your semi totally mortified. The president-to-be's brother had just seen you try to go for a smoke.

"Oh I'm sorry I just don't like the noises. Forks scraping on plates gives me the chills." the man chuckles.

In politeness you chuckle back, in order to get the elephant out of the room you say,

"Now you're Robert Kennedy aren't you?"

"In the flesh" he says with a quite sassy display of his hands, patting himself on the chest in an act to display his human quality.

"Well I have to say I'm enamoured by your brother's campaign, he's doing so wonderfully."

"Thank you, well I happen to think so too. But I'm a bit biased—y'know it's kind of in my job description. I pegged you for a jack supporter."

"How so?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe the pins on that bag of yours gave me a bit of a clue."

Mortified you look away that was, until, he redirects your head movements with his hand turning your chin back to his with the divine authority of a man much older than you. Though you're not repulsed by that fact, in all reality it's quite the opposite.

"Hey-Hey hey don't be embarrassed. I think it's awfully cute of you, though I wish you didn't have so many of that Johnson and maybe one of me." ,he says in a tone that carries the passion of a thousand un-spoken grievances, peeking your curiosity.

Lifting his hand off your chin, he lightly pets your hair: much like you assume he would do to perhaps a Boston terrier or a bengal kitten. With that same tenderness.

"I better let you get back to work. I'm sure you don't want some old man like me keeping you from your job"

Bashfully you smile, subtly shaking your head in retort. However he does raise a good point, such a good point in fact that it has you turning your heels back in the direction of the front counter. But not before turning your head slightly back—subtly saying goodbye with a smile and a slight wave of the fingertips, to which he mirrors with a sheepish, smug grin.

By the time your shift ends your exhausted and love sick over that man, whom you had only had in your presence for a bijou length of time but had been pondering about for hours.

Reaching for your bag before officially clocking out, you notice a new edition to your bag. A bright white and navy blue pin labelled 'Robert F. Kennedy for Vice President' surprised enough already, you're positively baffled to find a small engraving of a number etched into the backside of the pin.

What was on it, you may ask? Well, Robert F. Kennedy's phone number no less,

And that's how it started.

*End of flashback*

There were moments when you were faced with the awkward societal magnifying glass put on your relationship, and increased ten fold because of your scandalous age gap. I mean come on, it was only twelve years. It wasn't that bad. Though there were times you were reminded every now and then of the twelve year generational divide between you two, like in the instance of when he found that pesky little shoe-box underneath your bed.

*Start of flashback*

"Look at me"

"No I simply cannot bear it, Bobby!" you muffle out, the sound muddled due to your mousy blonde curls interference.

"C'mon, sweetie. It's nothing to be ashamed about, you're a grown young woman. I expected this from you, I'd be weirded out if you didn't partake in this sort of stuff. It's endearing, I promise." ,bobby teases, making a big show of his "promise" by dramatically holding out his arms in a prayer motion.

An action you find less than funny: ending with Bobby getting a pillow through straight towards his head, to which he dodges with ease.

What had caused this whole mess was that you'd tasked Bobby with the mission of finding that cotton camisole he'd so recklessly strewn across your bedroom in the throws of your shared passion. It was your belief that if he did it he should fix it.

However that adventure had led to bobby finding a particularly embarrassing set of erotic books hidden in a shoebox. Each with a more embarrassingly brazen title than it's former.

You had never seen him laugh so much than that day.

"Honey, I'm not laughing at you. It's just-y'know back in my day we never had this. We had to use our imagination, oh how times are changing. It's exciting really" he says adopting a semi sarcastic tone that borders on mocking.

His comments cause you to sulk even more, retreating into yourself perched at the foot of the bed, "Bobby don't be mad, I don't even read that stuff now! not with you. I was so in-experienced back then , I had no idea about anything."

"Oh baby, c'mere" he motions you to him, eventually gathering you up into a bundle and takes you into his lap.

Combing through your hair he explains "Baby of course I'm not made at you. How could I be? with such a pretty face like this. Y'know I'm glad you had those books, though I do like keeping you all to my self. And I certainly don't want to share you with any fictional man." he says in an order to lighten up the room, while dabbing slightly at your cheeks

"Don't cry pretty girl, I hate to see you cry, it hurts me, hurts me real bad. I know you don't wanna hurt me now do ya? Huh?"

Nodding, you compose yourself slightly and lay your head timidly on his chest: slightly hairy and stunk of an addictive sort of musk.

Your slightly moved when he moves his body trying to get something out of his pocket

"Princess, look what I found!"

And there it was your favourite cotton camisole, back in your possession. Sometimes you didn't know how he did it, he just did.

*End of flashback*

And that's how your relationship went for six months. Though it was hard to maintain a relationship being that he was in such a different life stage than you, and coupled with the fact that he was on a gruelling campaign trail with his brother. To be honest most days he would come and see you, you'd just lay in bed soaking up each other's presence. On the days you would venture outside as a couple you got more than a couple looks, and you had your fair share of unfavourable coverage in the media being that you were the controversially young girlfriend by the side of the man who's brother was on track to become president of the United States. But you both brush it off, you knew your truths.

You hadn't seen bobby in two whole weeks and you were beginning to get desperate. Though it wasn't like he was depriving you, he stuck to a strict schedule of calling you every day at seven in the evening: no matter rain or shine. Some times he would catch you eating a late dinner, for which he would scold you about adopting the tone he used in those senate meetings. And others where he would catch you in bed early, and one thing would lead to another. Thank god that you both had been smart enough to check for wiretapping, or else it would've made you two more of social piranhas than you already were...

And sure enough at seven pm, your phone rang off the hook,

"Hey baby, how are ya? Tell me all about what a sweet girl like you was doing all day? I wanna hear it all, leave no detail out." he says in a tone that reveals his true earnest nature that you've come to so cherish in your relationship.

So, you indulge him, "Honey, I got up so early, and then, I got into the shower"

He hums attentively down the line, encouraging you to tell him what you did next: to which you inform him that you took a nap mid-day, "I was just able to go back to sleep for a hour and a half. So that rocked, um, anyway."

"Did ya dream of anything special?" he says while shifting in his leather chaise seat: you assumed he was halted up in his hotel in some nameless city along the trail.

"I had this dream where, um, I don't know-" you trail off sharing some half-baked dream that you weren't sure you comprehend yourself. Apologising you ask about his day,

"Oh sweetie, don't apologise I asked, I wanted to know. I did want to talk about something with you though. Y'know how Jack is coming back to Oregon before the primary. Well, I thought what better a time to introduce you to my family. They'll just adore you baby, I promise just like I do."

Blushing and taken by surprise you bashfully reply, of course agreeing.

"That's great, you'll do amazing. Though, I do have to warn you about their line of questioning. They have a penchant for sort of quizzing girls that I take home about world events, it's like a sport to them-my parents I mean, my siblings will be just fine to handle. I just want you to be prepared."

"Okay, well what kind of events. Like events in your times?" you say sarcastically.

"Okay, Miss Attitude. I'm not from the 1890s, y'know we're only a decade apart. But I'll quiz you when I visit you in a couple days. I'll make it real easy for you, put in some recent events that you know: though you're a smart cookie you'll get it in no time baby."

"Bob, you're making me very nervous. They're not going to go too hard on me right?"

"Oh my sweet, you'll get used to them. They make a big fuss but they're relatively harmless, they'll see how happy you make me and that'll be the end of it. Promise."

After his assurances, you were left unbridled with happiness after you hung up the phone. I mean how hard could it be to charm a family like the Kennedys, they seemed nice enough? You charmed one of their sons so how troublesome could it really be? Jackie looked warm and open in the newspaper, Joan looked a delight and Jack well I'm sure you could bate your eye at him and he would be sufficiently pleased at your presence. Though that left out the parents, which were often the hardest of the bunch when fulfilling the daunting duty of meeting the family, you were sure it would be Bobby assured you so.

And why would he ever need to lie to you?

signing off: bang, bang xx

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Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 4] Sayo's Insistence

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“Excuse me.” Sayo says, making you look up at her. You hold back on rolling your eyes, far too busy and tired to deal with anyone. You wait for her to speak, but she takes too long for your liking, so you end up asking,

“Can I help you?” You ask, trying your best to hide the annoyance in your voice but it still reflects. She luckily doesn’t notice it, or doesn’t care enough to address it. You don’t mean to be rude to her but so much is going on and you have no idea how to deal with it.

“I want to go out this weekend and get to know my husband’s friends a little more… Would you care to join us?” She offers, and you end up sighing before a fake smile appears on your lips. You end up shaking your head.

“I’m sorry, I’m quite busy on weekends. Your mother-in-law keeps me busy.” You answer, and you hope that’s enough to keep her off your back. But it isn’t. She still stands at your desk and she ponders your responses for a moment.

“I’ll talk to her.” She responds, and before you insist that she shouldn’t, that you’re not in the mood to go out. If you get a day off, you’ll spend time with your son, certainly not with Satoru and his wife. You know that you’ll get a message from Mrs. Gojo later, and she’ll give you the day off. 

“Mommy…” Ren taps your face to wake you up. His morning breath hits your nose. You scrunch your nose while your hand goes to cover his mouth as your eyes slowly open. You finally take your hand off his mouth when you sit up. You look at the clock that’s in the corner of your nightstand, and you’re definitely not late for anything. In fact, you don’t have to start getting ready yet. You have around three hours to go. 

“What’s up, baby?” You ask him, your hand going to his soft white hair and caressing it.

“I’m hungry.” He informs you as a yawn leaves your lips. It causes him to yawn as well and you chuckle. You stand up from the bed and begin to walk to the bathroom. He begins to follow, which is something that you quickly got used to. The moment Ren began to walk, he followed you everywhere which meant you no longer had any sort of privacy.

“Brush your teeth.” You tell him pointing at the little stool that’s in front of the sink, which was put there to help him reach the sink. The tip of his tongue sticks out as he remembers to follow every step of what you’ve taught him: wet the brush, apply some toothpaste, wet the brush again, then smile as he brushes his teeth.

When you’re done, you wash your hands and when you finish washing your hands, he’s done brushing his teeth. He steps off the stool and patiently waits for you, sitting on the bathroom floor as you brush your teeth and quickly wash your face. You dry your face with a towel and then walk out the door, not saying anything because Ren just follows behind.

“What do you want to eat, Ren?” You ask him as you walk to the kitchen. You have more than enough time to make a big breakfast, so you can give him whatever he asks for.

“Waffles… and yogurt.” He answers. So you’ll give him that for breakfast, along with some fruit. You open the fridge to grab a cup of yogurt for him, so he can eat it while you prepare the rest of his breakfast. You give him a strawberry yogurt with a blue plastic spoon while you begin to make the rest of his breakfast.

“Do you want to do something fun this weekend, honey? I’m off this weekend.” You inform your son, and he puts a finger to his chin, pouting his lips. He begins to brainstorm what he wants to do instead of eating his breakfast. While he thinks about it, you try to think of how you’ll deal with Mrs. Gojo, Satoru, and Sayo. Mrs. Gojo didn’t give you the weekend off out of her goodwill; you’re not sure if the woman knows of that word.

“Can we go to the park?” He asks and you hum in response. He smiles brightly before he realizes something… He doesn’t know when it’ll all happen. “When’s the weekend?”

“In three days, Ren.” You respond, and after hearing the answer, he continues eating his yogurt. As you make the waffle mix, you hear your phone ring from the bedroom. You look at the boy who puts his spoon and yogurt down to run to the bedroom and grab your phone for you. You chuckle at the amazing helper that the world gave you. The phone stops ringing, and you assume that he picked it up, and it’s confirmed when you hear,

“Hello?... Hi grammy!... Mommy’s in the kitchen… Yes.” And then he comes running out of the room, holding your phone, yelling, “Mommy, grammy is on the phone.!”

You take the phone from him and bring it up to your ear. You roll your eyes when you hear her voice. “I need you to pick up some dry cleaning as soon as possible. I’m giving you the weekend off so I need you to come early these next two days.”

“Alright, Mrs. Gojo. I’ll be there as soon as Ren’s nanny gets here.” You answer before hanging up on her. You’re sure you’ll get an earful from her for hanging up instead of waiting for her to do so, but you don’t care. You call Ren’s nanny and inform her of the change of plans, and of course she replies quickly because two days ago she showed up late to her job; she has to make sure it never happens again. She’ll be there in around twenty minutes. “Okay, baby, I’ll have to leave soon.”

“What about my waffle?” He asks.

“Of course I’ll make you your waffle, honey. I can’t leave you without your desired breakfast.”

You walked through the Gojo estate’s front door, a frown on your face since your breakfast was cut short by Mrs. Gojo. You hate to admit the fact that you put in a little more effort this morning dressing up: putting on a little more makeup, wearing cuter heels and putting on your cutest work outfit. 

After seeing Satoru and Sayo two days ago, you knew you wouldn’t bump into them again. You know Satoru is too much of a coward to go to your floor. Mrs. Gojo also had lessened your workload for her, and you completed everything during your lunch break, coming around at a time that you knew Satoru wouldn’t be around. But you’re certain that he’s here right now.

He’s probably in the backyard, eating breakfast with his mother and wife on the patio, just like when he was a kid. You remember always watching from a window as Satoru was forced each morning to eat breakfast with his mother and father– He always complained to you about it because he had to follow a bunch of dumb rules about eating properly.

You walk to the kitchen of the house, planning to leave the dry cleaning with one of the maids before leaving. You dressed up pretty just in case you saw Satoru, however, you don’t plan on interacting with him. And just as you’re about to hand the dress to someone, she says,

“Mrs. Gojo wants you to go to the backyard. She wants to talk to you.”

“Alright.” You shut your eyes for a moment before walking away. A sigh leaves your lips, and your nerves grow with each step you take. You try to think of what you’re going to say. You quickly spot them when you step outside, and you freeze. You squint as you look at their direction as you try to figure out if the extra person that sits with them is the same man that was Satoru’s best friend for years.

He yells your name and stands up to hug you when you get closer, and a small smile, one that you try to suppress, comes to your lips when you feel Suguru’s arms wrap around you. Suguru was always so sweet to you, and it’s nice to see him again after so many years; and his demeanor hasn’t changed either which you love. He asks, “How are you? I haven’t seen you in so long.”

“I’m good. How about you? Are you a doctor now?” You respond, and he nods in response. You stare at each other for a moment, looking at how time and age has changed you. Mrs. Gojo clears her throat a minute later.

“Suguru is finishing his residency soon. That’s what he told us.” Sayo speaks up, and Suguru takes a seat again. “Please take a seat as well. I asked my mother-in-law to invite you.”

“I already had breakfast, sorry.” You lie. You’re hungry but you don’t want to sit down with them and eat. “I should get–”

“It’s way too early to go to the office.” Mrs. Gojo cuts you off. You glare at her for a short moment before your eyes fall on Suguru because you don’t want to look at anyone else. 

“You know what they say, Mrs. Gojo, the early bird gets the worm.” You respond. Sayo, Suguru and Mrs. Gojo stare at you while Satoru tries to look somewhere else. He makes it painfully obvious that something has happened between you two but thankfully his wife is so focused on other trivial matters to notice just how awkward he is.

“There’s no worm for you to catch here. Join us.” She says and it’s an order even though she tries to disguise it as a request. You have no option but to sit at the table. “Are you joining Satoru and his friends this weekend?”

“I’m busy.” You answer. The past couple of days you’ve realized that you somewhat have part of the upper hand. If Satoru finds out that his son was hidden per his mother’s request, he’ll definitely cut her off. However, you know you aren’t in full control. You still have to follow Mrs. Gojo’s orders, but you don’t have to act like you’re happy to do it. You can give her some attitude.

“Really? I gave you the weekend off.” She points out.

“Ren needs attention.” You respond, and Suguru’s eyebrows raise.

“Who’s Ren?” Suguru interrupts.

“A cat.” You answer, and Mrs. Gojo is thankful about the fact that you spoke up first because she was about to call him a dog. Suguru is still a bit confused but he ends up nodding.

“I’m not saying that you shouldn’t pay attention to your cat, but it’d be really fun if you’d join us.” Suguru says, and Sayo is quick to agree.

“I really want to see all of my husband’s childhood friends. I really want you to join us.” Sayo sounds so sweet, and she’s making it impossible for you to dislike her. “Isn’t that right, Satoru?”

“Right…” Satoru is forced to speak up and agree. He actually speaks more, which takes you by surprise, “We’re just going out to dinner and after we’re going to a club. You can join us only to eat… Of course, we’re paying for everything.”

The last sentence stings. He’s insinuating that you can’t afford it, and he probably isn’t wrong but you hate it.

“She’s going, honey. Don’t worry.” Mrs. Gojo puts on a fake smile, her hand wrapping around your arm and squeezing. You don’t understand why she insists, having you go out with Satoru and his wife increases the possibility of them finding out the truth.

You want to say a couple of things, but you know it won’t end well. You end up sighing, before you stand up from your seat, “I have to go now.”

“Why doesn’t she like you? Weren’t you two friends?” Sayo half-whispers when you walk away. Satoru ends up shrugging while Suguru chuckles after hearing the question. She sees Suguru laugh and she asks, “Do you know?”

“No idea.” Suguru responds. After a moment of incredible awkwardness, Satoru clears his throat.

“Let’s change the topic.”

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

"Fine, I'll go with you." Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x F! Reader

Summary: It was exciting waiting for your boyfriend amongst the sea of families. If only your boyfriend didn't have a whole family waiting for him too. Thank god Lt. Seresin is there to save the day.

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x F! Reader

Warnings: Language, Cheating (not Jake!), protective Jake, asshole ex-boyfriend, military inaccuracies I'm sure.

Cross Posted on AO3

The homemade sign feels heavy in your hands. Your heart pounds steadily in your chest as a sea of blue uniforms begins to unload from the massive carrier. It feels incredible to be drowning in this sea of love and reunions. Families crying in each other's arms as they make it through another deployment, another separation. 

It would only be a matter of time before you could feel the same euphoria. You step on your tip toes, trying to seek him out when someone stumbles into you from behind. “Sorry,” she shakes her head, “I’m a mess right now.” 

She certainly looks it, a newborn strapped to her chest in a carrier and a toddler barely holding on, trying to bolt every chance he gets. “No worries,” you’re quick to reply, glancing down at the large sign and balloons in her hand. 

You pause, reading and re-reading it over again. Nicolas Arias. There is no doubt you could be reading it wrong and when you get a glance at the toddler again, your stomach churns. He is a spitting image of Nick…your Nick. You carefully fold up the sign and go to turn when you hear the little boy shout, “DADDY!” at the top of his lungs. 

Why you glance back, you don’t know but your chest aches when you see him, his smile blinding as he bends down to pick up the little boy. “Hi buddy,” you hear him shout, lifting him off the ground and spinning him around. He looks back at the woman, his eyes softening at the bundle against her chest, “and hello Princess,” he coos, “nice to meet you, I’m your daddy.” 

The tears spring to your eyes, and you quickly suck in a deep breath when his eyes lift to meet yours. He pauses, a deer caught in the headlights, you can see it, the raw panic on his face. Before you turn and walk away, you’d be damned if you were going to ruin this happy homecoming. While Nick is a fucking cheating bastard, and you would certainly be sending an anonymous letter to his wife later, they didn’t deserve this today. 

All around you is love and reunions, but instead, you just feel sick. The parking lot is jam-packed and you look around before stepping onto the road, letting out a gasp when someone grabs your arm and quickly pulls you back into a broad chest. A truck roars out of the lot, a handful of sailors inside shouting about freedom and shots. 

“Fuck,” you turn, taking in the man before you, he’s gorgeous; with blonde hair and eyes that look like the sea after a storm, “thank you,” you whisper, taking a step back when you realize you’re still in his arms. 

He smiles, but it doesn’t really meet his eyes, “not a problem, darling,” his accent surprises you, maybe Texan with a slight twang. He points down at the sign crumbled in your hand, “Didn’t find who you were looking for?” 

“Oh,” you glance at the sign, tossing it into the nearby trash can, “I found him alright. Along with his wife, newborn, and toddler.” 

He grimaces, “What a fucking turd waffle.” 

You can’t help the giggle that escapes, “a turd waffle?” 

He grins, “if the shoe fits.” Suddenly you notice a figure rushing towards you and you groan, turning quickly away mumbling obscenities under your breath. 

“Sweetheart,” Nick runs to your side, pulling you in for a hug, but you stay stiff as a board. “I can explain everything.” You step out of his arms putting some distance between you, the mystery man steps up behind you, towering over you like a looming bodyguard. 

“I don’t think we have anything else to say to each other Nick,” you wrap your arms around your waist, “seeing you married with two kids was enough of an explanation for me.” 

Nick stares down the man behind you, “Hey buddy, can you give us some privacy?” 

“Lieutenant Commander Seresin to you, Ensign,” he stands straighter, Nick pailing as he recognizes the name, “and I’ll leave when the lady tells me to.” 

“Please don’t go,” you whisper stepping back closer into his arms, one of his massive hands resting on your waist, strong and sure. 

“Seems like she’s made up her mind,” he grins, confidence coming off him in waves. “Why don’t you go back to your family and save this young lady the trouble of putting up with any more of your bullshit.” 

“I’ll go when I’m good and ready,” Nick takes a step closer, reaching for your arm, “sweetheart you just have to let me explain.” A wall of man blocks his path, “get the fuck out of my way,” Nick seethes, “I want to talk to my girl.” 

You step around the Lieutenent, “I’m not your girl anymore, you’re married for Christ's sake, with TWO kids,” you hold up two fingers for emphasis. 

“It didn’t bother you before,” he shrugs, “why should it now?” 

“I didn’t fucking KNOW,” you shout, drawing attention from several others around you, “do you really think I’d be here standing like an idiot waiting for you if I knew you were married?! Do you really think I would be dating you or sleeping with you, if I had any idea you had a wife?!” 

Nick looks around at the onlookers before letting out a scoff, “I knew you were a whore. Looks like you already replaced me, ain’t that right? And with someone of higher rank.” He laughs, “Keep this up baby and you can fuck an Admiral before the year ends.” 

“Stand down, Ensign Arias,” your protector steps closer, his jaw clenched, “go back to your family and leave now. Before I court-martial your ass.” 

“What the hell for?” Nick shouts. 

“Harassing civilians, disgracing the uniform, threatening an Officer, the list goes on and on.” Nick pales before he spits at the ground. 

“You can have her,” he glares at you, “wasn’t that good of pussy anyways.” The Lieutenant takes a threatening step closer, and you grab his arm while Nick scurries away like a rat. 

You both watch him walk away before you let go of his arm, “thank you,” you whisper, feeling the tears well up in your eyes, “I don’t know what would have happened if you weren’t here.” 

“He really is a turd waffle,” he mumbles and you burst out laughing, the tears spilling down your cheeks. He hesitantly lifts a hand, brushing the tears off your cheeks, and you lean into his palm closing your eyes, his thumb brushing back and forth. “Jake,” he mumbles and you slowly open your eyes, blinking at him, “My name is Lieutenant Commander Jake Seresin. 

You tell him your name and he repeats it back, the words like honey on his lips. “It’s nice to meet you,” he repeats it again making you shiver. “Would you like to join me for a drink? I know this really great Navy bar called the Hard Deck, and I was going to meet up with a few of my fellow officers and their families.” 

“One question,” you step closer, and his hand drops from your cheek, moving to your waist as he whispers anything under his breath. “Are you married or currently seeing anyone? No secret mistresses or lovers I should be concerned about?” 

He grins, tugging you by the hooks in your denim jeans closer his lips ghosting over yours, “no, ma’am, I’m a one-woman type of man. And right now,” he presses his lips to yours in a soft kiss, stars exploding across your vision, before pulling back, “I’d like that woman to be you.” 

“Fine, I’ll go with you, but only on one condition,” you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down and closer to your lips. 

“What’s that?” he smiles, all the way up to his eyes, glancing down at you like you’re the only one around for miles. 

“You do that again,” and he does. 

A/N: Comments are appreciated, and yes this is me begging.

[digiflora]

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TONIGHT ON LOVE ISLAND...

your first few hours in the villa had been enjoyable- mostly spent getting to know your counterpart in the first coupling up of the season, alhaitham. you found yourself missing the brief warmth of his greeting and fleeting embrace, with him resolving himself to the role of prim and proper gentleman when talking with you. after all the couples had finished getting their close up shots, he had let go of your waist with a mumbled apology, maintaining a respectful distance between the two of you like his life depended on it.

after the collective sigh of relief once the go ahead was given to explore the villa and pretty much amuse yourselves until the first evening, he did stay rather close to you, admittedly. first there was a great huddle, of everyone getting to know everyone before breaking off into smaller groups, and you noticed that though he did talk to the other islanders, he never strayed too far from you. how cute. as the numbers dwindled, you decided to take some more initiative, pointing at the beanbags strategically placed near the poolside.

"would you like to sit there for a bit?"

"sure." a man of few words, and each one spoken felt like a treat. it's with slightly shaky legs that you do sit down, silently reprimanding yourself for having such a physical reaction to a guy that you've just met, for christ's sake.

but you couldn't help it- not with the way his eyes never leave yours as you speak, how he seemingly listens to every word you say and always has something thoughtful to add to it as you tell him about yourself, and with some slight coaxing get him to tell you about himself too.

how he's a court stenographer, and he's quite content with his job as it pays the bills without demanding too much of him. you had joked then, about how he gets all the hottest legal gossip before anyone else does, and with a ghost of a smile on his face he remarked there was nothing juicy about writing all about the details of crime all day.

he wasn't quite an open book, but you liked that about him. and you had worried that he would be boring, so to speak, but moments of his dry humour poked through, enough to keep you hooked and think to yourself that you really were glad that you had decided to step forwards.

the conversation didn't dwindle, even when the pair of you seemingly ran out of topics. he seemed much more comfortable with listening as you tell him all about your life back at home, your friends who you love to bits, how you insist that waffles taste better than pancakes despite them being made from the very same things (he had ultimately conceded that you did, in fact, have a valid point).

a couple of hours had shot past before you knew it, and as you stood up to go socialise with other people, you left alhaitham with the comforting feeling of knowing him better now- more than just an attractive face and sounding good on paper. the two of you got along quite well, and though you were still too shy to initiate a hug goodbye, you felt convinced that when the moment was right for it to happen, it wouldn't be awkward in the slightest.

you found hu tao and ganyu already seated together on one of the many sofas dotted around the villa, the latter spotting you and waving you over.

"heyyyy, what's happening over here?" you grin as you take a seat, getting comfy on the plush cushions that put your couch at home to shame.

"oh nothing much, just talking about our couples." hu tao nods over to ganyu, who hummed into her drink, a somewhat troubled expression on her face.

"yikes, i'm guessing it's not going well for you?"

the blue-haired woman sighed, her dejection seeming rather out of place for such beautiful surroundings.

"i try not to make absolute assumptions based off of first impressions, but... well... he's, um..."

"-he's a twat, is what ganyu's too nice to say." the former gasps at hu tao's bluntness, though her admission only makes you hum in agreement.

"even from when he first introduced himself it felt like you could smell how sleazy he was. you're a trooper for coupling up with him, honestly."

ganyu's shoulders relax at your agreement, and suddenly she seems a lot less reserved.

"we sat and talked for ages and he didn't ask a single thing about me once. he just went on and on and on about how he drives a nice car and he has such a nice life and that i'm lucky to be coupled up with him- ugh he made my skin crawl!"

you can't help but wince at ganyu's candor, your expression mirrored by hu tao.

"i can't lie, my own couple isn't everything i chalked it up to be either."

"with tighnari, right?" she hums in affirmation.

"yeah, he's nice and all, but i feel like he's... too nice? if that makes sense." you and ganyu both hum.

"i get what you mean- i hate it when a guy's like, too nice. it feels like he hasn't got a personality. i was kinda worried alhaitham would be like that, but i'm glad that he isn't. he's definitely more on the reserved side, though, but that's fine. i get the impression that he's a bit of an introvert."

"yeah, i got the impression too. he seemed kind of shy when everyone was coupling up."

"with tighnari though, i don't know- he seemed cool? i thought he looked kind of cheeky-" hu tao giggles at that- "-but i can see how he could also just be the nice type."

"yeah, when i was talking to him earlier, i tried cracking this joke with him when he was talking about going on a date, but it just didn't land at all, he took it so seriously. and if i have to be, like, explaining myself every time words leave my life then i think i'm just going to get very tired of him very quickly to be honest."

"i mean... it's early days, isn't it?" ganyu pipes up. "maybe don't write him off quite yet, get to know him a bit more, he might surprise you."

"or he might turn out to be another ayato." ganyu shudders at that.

"trust me, he could never be on ayato's level." you giggle into your drink, watching from the corner of your eye as jean and rosaria approach where you three are sat.

"room for two more?" you all shuffle up to make space, all five of you managing to squeeze on.

"so, how's everyone's couples going?" the question is posed by jean, gazing expectantly for everyone's answers. there's a brief retelling of everyone's experiences- you feel almost guilty when admitting that things are going well with alhaitham after listening to hu tao and ganyu- though you feel soothed by rosaria being quick to chip in about being in the same boat as you regarding kaeya.

"you know, i actually know him from back in mondstadt."

variations of disbelief and intrigue ring out, and rosaria smiles, seemingly eager to discuss their history.

"so you know how i'm a bartender, right? well, turns out that he's been to the bar that i work at, and then he was telling me this whole story about how he was trying to impress me and thought i was hot, and..." rosaria trails off, letting the slightest of smiles grace her features as she picks at the fabric of the couch.

"you're blushing talking about him, it's like you're in looooove," hu tao teases the woman, who scoffs at such an accusation.

"oh please, he probably uses that line on everyone. but, well, i wouldn't mind seeing where things go with him." rosaria grins at the thought, the rest of the girls oohing and aahing at the exciting revelation.

jean relays her own experiences, somewhere in between ganyu's absolute distaste for her partner, but not quite in the midst of rosaria's satisfaction.

"xiao is.... not my type, i don't think. considering that we got paired up randomly at the end, it checks out. i think i prefer the more gentlemanly type, and xiao is, well...." jean's silence speaks volumes, the silence saying much more than words could have.

the conversation morphed to one of the villa, of what everyone thought was coming up. of when they thought the first bombshells would arrive- then to what people would wear for tonight's celebration.

"i mean, it's the first night, gotta wear something hot to celebrate, y'know?" rosaria smirks as she says this, and hu tal hums in agreement.

"oh, for sure. i'm so ready to take this bikini off and wear some actual clothes."

the conversation carried on as you all made your way back inside the villa to do exactly that, and you managed a glimpse of alhaitham before disappearing into the dressing room. your eyes lock from his seat alongside the other guys, his impassive face seemingly a touch more emotive as you send him a sweet smile before being swept away by the girls.

you all hmm and hahh at each other's clothing, helping everyone pick out their outfits for the night. you got into your regular routine of getting ready, spending the few hours before the production crew wanted everyone back outside the villa to make sure that you looked flawless.

once everyone was in a suitable stage of dolled up, you all headed out to meet the rest of the islanders for the first official 'party' of the season. based off of what you could recall from watching previous seasons of the show, it was never anything too special, and the thought of being in a slowmo montage of your own to be plastered across tv screens made you shudder.

nonetheless, you chatted with everyone, mostly able to ignore the large cameras circling the group like hawks. hu tao whips out her love island-issued phone, the two of you taking a quick selfie together alongside your drinks, everyone else quick to chime in for more photos. and then there's one of everyone, bodies crowded in against each other to fit everyone in frame. and you get a little rush of satisfaction as you manage to position yourself next to alhaitham, the brief skin contact from the moment keeping you going.

it feels like you've barely started the night before the production crew are now ushering everyone to take a seat around the fireput and start up a game of never have i ever.

it starts off tentative, questions of kisses and relationships being administered to break up the ice a bit more. the first eyebrow raise of a question is posed by rosaria, a challenging look on her face as she declares "never have i ever cheated while in a relationship."

you see alhaitham remain unmoving after she says this, a quick sigh of relief leaving you. you weren't particularly expecting anyone to drink to this, though ayato's eager sip has you failing to hide your surprise.

"really? you'd cheat on someone?"

"if i had to take a sip for each time i did it, i would be absolutely plastered right now, let me tell you that." ayato seems almost proud of this fact, and you feel another pang of sympathy for ganyu, internally making a wish then and there that when the first bombshell arrives that it's a guy that can sweep her off her feet and away from the living embodiment of slime.

tighnari is up next to pose a question, his deceptively innkcent face ultimately deciding on "never have i ever had a threesome." ayato drinks again, and you really want to roll your eyes at this, but he's joined this time by not only kaeya, but rosaria too. your shock diverts to her this round, though she merely smirks, setting her drink back down on the small table in front of her.

"i never kiss and tell."

"alright, i'll go next. never have i ever had sex in public." jean maintains the emerging sexual theme, her challenging eyes lingering on ayato's sip (ugh), with rosaria taking another sip too, and after a brief pause you can't help but bring the drink to your lips too.

"y/n!" hu tao gasps, a look of mock scandal across her features. "you absolute minx!"

you snort into your drink at that, quickly composing yourself, albeit the warmth in your cheeks when you realise that alhaitham is eyeing you intently, as are the rest of the islanders, expectant of an explanation."

"oh, you know how it is. it was with my ex boyfriend, we were at a club together, went into the toilets. i left the cubicle first then he joined me later." there's whoops at your admission, and you don't miss the growing interest in ayato's eyes as he seems to appraise you in a new light, as well as xiao's slight smirk of approval. you can't quite bear to look in alhaitham's direction, the fear of what you would see triumphing over your morbid curiosity.

a cheery little ding rings out before hu tao can keep the game of never have i ever going, and she does an excited little gasp before scrabbling for her phone. "i think that was me!"

you lean over to get a view of her phone screen as she opens her message, and sure enough, there's the very first production crew text of the season.

your wish for ganyu just might have come true after all.

"wait, oh my god, does that mean-" as if it was an answer to hu tao's half-finished question, you hear a voice ring out from behind the fire pit, back at the entrance of the villa.

"hey girlies!"

gia's notes ㌐ ₀₂ yayyy more smau!! i think that helps with the whole omniscient issue, so i can also write from reader perspective without skipping out on all the different relationship dynamics!! :D because lord knows that there's a LOT.

taglist ㌐ ₀₂ @arraxthatsonjah @nebsisdead @voasprofile @bunnychiffon @dainsleif-when-playable (let me know if you would like to be added!)

[shroomdle]

**Birthday Blues**

Short Story // Comfort // Birthday

Ghost and Soap

⬇️Start⬇️

“Happy Birthday Lt!” Soap shouted and busted down Ghost’s bedroom door. He wanted to sleep in but it seemed that was not going to happen. The Scot was by his bedside within seconds. Speaking about something Ghost didn’t quite catch. He had just woken- been woken up and nothing made sense yet.

Grunting Ghost sat up in bed, going to tell Soap to quiet down. He didn’t exactly want everyone to know it was his birthday. In fact he wasn’t even sure how Soap had found out in the first place.

However, before he could even speak a tray of food was shoved into his lap. Waffles with a side of syrup. Butter coated the top of the waffles and melted there slowly.

“It’s your birthday, or did I get the date wrong?” Soap fumbled in his pocket, pulling out a cracked to hell phone with a smile. “No, it’s today.” Soap looked back to the sleepy man. Blonde feathered hair stuck up in random places. Tired brown eyes blinking down looking at the meal Soap had placed before them.

“I appreciate the thought, but I don’t celebrate my birthday. Everytime I try something goes wrong. Trust me.” Ghost finally managed to explain. Maybe he could save this. “I’ll eat the food though. Haven’t had breakfast in bed before.”

Pursing his lips, Soap looked in deep thought. “Well, today we are celebrating it. Sooo, eat up. Gonna need all the energy you can get for today!”

Sleep would have also given him energy, Ghost thought. He scooted back and started on the waffle. Even the syrup had been warmed up. A small part of him felt this was too much already. He didn’t want to be doted on.

As reluctant as Ghost was, Soap managed to get him out of bed and even out the door. Driving them all the way up into the mountains. Supposedly there was a small town there and Soap was excited to spend the day with him. Celebrating his birthday to the fullest!

You can imagine how that went..

First the lunch place Soap wanted to take Ghost had been closed. He didn’t check before they left, of course.

Then the truck's wheel got stuck in a random patch of sand. Ghost and Soap had to dig that out. Nothing was going right, as Ghost had assumed would happen.

“That’s it!” Soap shouted hitting the steering wheel. “I know something that not even this damned universe can mess up.” He grumbled and growled driving down the road with determination on his face.

Ghost couldn’t help but laugh, though he continued to go along with it.Soap pulled up to an ice cream parlor, rushing out to check if it was open. It was, even though he again didn’t check beforehand.

Opening Ghosts door Soap stood there proud with his chest puffed out. “Alright, ice cream, everyone loves ice cream. You can sample flavors and get exactly what You want.” Nothing could ruin this.

Stepping out of the truck and into the parlor they were greeted with a young lady, she didn’t look over 20. This might have even been her first job. “What can I get you gentlemen?” She piped up and looked eager to help.

“We were just gonna sample a few flavors then decide.” Soap explained and eyed the ice cream behind the glass. Ghost smiled at how excited he looked.

“Can I try this one?” That went on for a while. Soap trying different flavors and then asking Ghosts opinion.

“It’s..good. What flavor is that one?” Ghost questioned as Soap’s face flushed. Had Ghost really just flirted with him?

“Erm.. this is Lemon Lavender.” Came the reply as Ghost nearly choked.

“W-What? I’m allergic to lavender.” Soap’s face dropped at that. Looking to the woman behind the counter, Soap apologized over and over as he pushed Ghost out the door.

Once Soap and Ghost had been placed in a room at the medical center Soap burst into tears. He sobbed and sniffled, not meeting Ghost’s reddening face.

He wasn’t deathly allergic but he definitely itched.

“I just wanted..” Soap’s words broke off as he cried more, “for you to enjoy your birthday! Then I go.. I go and poison you!”

Laughing, Ghost held his stomach and tried to speak but he couldn’t stop laughing. Soap sniffled once more and glared at Ghost. “It’s not funny!”

“Johnny, this has been the best birthday ever.” Ghost explained as he wrapped an arm around Soap’s waist pulling him into the medical bed with him.

“You don’t have to lie..” Was all the reply Soap offered.

“It is.. I got to spend the whole day with you. It sure won’t be a birthday I’ll forget, that’s for sure.” With that, Ghost leaned in and kissed Soap’s cheek.

Definitely won’t be a birthday he will forget. Not ever.

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End~✨

Please, excuse any spelling mistakes…

[alotofpockets]

Easter hunt | Grace Clinton x Reader

Where you create an easter egg hunt for your girlfriend's birthday

A short little fic for the birthday girl!

Woso masterlist | Words: 870

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A lot of fans were surprised when they found out that you and Grace were dating. You were the definition of sunshine and grumpy,and golden retriever and black cat, but the people close to you had no doubt about it. You loved Grace, and Grace loved you. 

That is why it was to no surprise to your teammates that you had an elaborate plan set in place to celebrate your girlfriend’s birthday. You had asked them for help setting everything up, while you made sure that she would have a great birthday morning. 

Since Grace's birthday fell on Easter Sunday this year you planned to give her her gifs in the form of Easter baskets throughout the day. Far from the grumpy or black cat vibes you gave out to the world, but in Grace’s eyes you were a sweet, soft, and caring person, and you would do everything to bring a smile onto her face. 

After some morning cuddles, you headed into the kitchen together in your pyjamas, where the first basket was standing on the counter. Grace had no idea of your plan, but gravitated right towards the bright blue mixing bowl filled with ingredients, and baking tools. “What’s this baby?” She asked while looking through it. “Your first birthday Easter basket. Happy birthday, my love.” She ran back your way and jumped into your arms. “You are the sweetest, thank you so much!” You hold her tight, while you smile into her chest. “Of course, you’ve been saying you want to bake more, so I thought what better way to start than making pancakes or waffles for your birthday breakfast.”

You were dancing through the kitchen together, to one of your favourite playlists, while mixing ingredients together to create a batter. Grace went for blueberry waffles, and they tasted delicious. After some more soft moments together in the kitchen, you got ready to head to practice, where the next surprise awaited your girlfriend. Celin had been your biggest help in setting up the surprise for you. So, when you arrived Celin was the first one running up to wish Grace a happy birthday, after which she handed Grace a basket. Grace looked confused between the both of you, “Good luck on your Easter hunt!” You and Celine said at the same time. The girl’s eyes lit up, you made an Easter egg hunt for me?” Celine pointed to you, “She did all the work, I just hid the eggs around the training grounds.” 

Grace was running around like an excited little kid collecting the plastic eggs, showing them off every time that she found a new one. Her excitement over the silly little activity you had planned was one of the reasons you loved the woman so much. “Did I find them all?” She asked when she hadn’t found any for a couple of minutes. “Open the eggs, and you’ll know.” You said with a smirk. Finding the eggs was not the only part of the game. Inside each plastic egg was a puzzle piece, meant to reveal a hint to where her next Easter basket present was waiting for her. 

She put together the pieces that she had, and realised she was still missing two. You knew that with the ones she was missing she could still flip the puzzle and read the clue, but what was the fun in not completing part one of the game? So you told her she needed to find the last two as well. With a couple of hints from Celine, she managed to locate the eggs. She rushed back to where she made the puzzle, to add the missing pieces. She flipped the puzzle and read your scrambled Easter egg message. To find your basket, you must look in the place where the Easter bunny practises its hops. She thought for a moment, and then she realised that they had practised their high jumps in the gym last week. “Is it in the gym?” She asked you, with shrugged shoulders you responded. “I don’t know, let’s go look.”

Of course Grace had guessed right, and her next basket was waiting for her amongst the weight rack. Another basket filled with goodies, this time there was a variety of gardening supplies, some tools, and flower seeds. Gardening was another hobby that Grace wanted to pursue more, and you wanted to make sure that she had everything she needed to start. Grace looked through all the stuff in the basket, and couldn’t believe you had listened to her ramble about hobbies she wanted to explore. “Thank you so much, you are the best.” She said as she hugged you again. 

Once she was done with the Easter hunt, you and the team started training. You were thankful for the staff, who allowed you to plan something special for Grace during a part of the training, to be able to celebrate it with your friends. 

You had more planned for the rest of the day, but for the following hours your focus would be on training. But you were going to make sure that Grace had the best birthday, like you tried to give her every single year.

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[yourstrqly]

˗ ˏ ˋ 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑, 𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐓

Pairings : Logan Sargeant x reader (platonic)

in which Logan and you have a day off work in London and decide to go to build a bear, creating each a stuffy for the other as you did as children.

— only friend i need series

"Come on Logs, live a little", you said, pressing the blonde to agree to your spontaneous idea of the day. "it's a fantastic idea, I always have those, and i still can't believe you've lived here for what? Two years now? and still didn't do it. shame, mate."

Said man, who sat opposite of you, took another bite of his somewhat healthy breakfast choice his trainer would've had a wet dream about, all while starring in disbelief at you, the one who's bright smile focused on the plate of waffles, covered in strawberries and cream.

He shallowed, opening his mouth to disagree with the idea but nothing came to his mind, letting you grin in excitement. "I— well, fine, but don't you think we're a bit too old for build a bear, y/n?"

"Buh, since when do we do age appropriate stuff?", you questioned, thinking back about the many times you rode rollercoasters for children, watched movies in the cinema for zero to six years old and did other things people considered then to be made for children. "it's cute, saw a tiktok about it."

"You and your tiktok obsession — when did you even watch it? We were out all day yesterday."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Are you that old, sargeant? You were in the gym after we had lunch at mine."

"Yeah true", the man sheepishly agreed, remembering the cardio and weight session, before his blue eyes brightened, signaling you that he had an idea — for the better or worse, you never knew with him.

"Please enlighten me, what's on your mind?"

Logan's smile widened, pupils blooming. "How about I build you a stuffy and you for me like we did when we were younger?"

"Yes please, that has to the best idea you've had in a while, Logs", you giggled. "Let's eat and then we'll make our way there, its in that mall not so far away from here."

With that, you both ate in silence, listing to the gossip around you — an older woman complained to her son about back pain, a couple fought about having another baby (the woman didn't want another one while the man was adapt on growing the family) and a man in his forties tried to flirt with the waiter —, Logan and you sent each other looks and quirked eyebrows, whenever the topic grew hotter and juicier.

As you shallowed the last bite of your delicious breakfast, Logan already waved the waiter over to pay for today's expenses — since both of you worked, you took turns with the payment, even though the racer tried to take the check whenever you were eating in a somewhat bougier place, saying that he made more and wanted to be a gentleman which would get him a snort out of you or a slap on the arm. not that it hurt him, you liked to think the hits had to be gently because of his worth for Williams.

After the blonde had paid, he impatiently stood up, holding out his hand for helping you to stand up. "Let's go, y/n, we don't have all day."

You let go off his hand, pressing a finger to your forehead. "Don't know why I keep up with you, you're acting like a kid in a hardware store. i'm praying for Alex and his patience."

"Hey, I'm not that bad", your friend shrieked, pulling your head into am armlock to rub your hair which he knew you didn't enjoy at all — you weren't a pet, you'd tell him.

"You're a shithead, have I ever said that to you?", you grumbled as you freed yourself from his strong grasp.

"And you're what? a Saint?", a snort escaped the man's throat, pushing you lightly forward to continue your way to the destination. "cause I don't think so, you're as bad as me, that's why we're friends."

Once again you grumbled under your breath but decided to just walk, letting Logan rant about his trip to New York with Williams and the training camp that was held in Miami.

When you arrived at the mall, you've heard all about his recent work experience, Alex's stories about his holidays and a new recipe Logan's mom came up (it didn't sound but why was she adapt to add pumpkin to the dish?).

"Look logs, there it is", you pointed out, gaze hazy with childish excitement. You intertwined your hand with his, dragging him inside the colourful store to the yet lifeless bodies of stuffies — there was the classic Teddy in a few shades of brown, forest and savanna animals as well as movie characters like yoda, stich and hedwig, Harry Potter's beloved owl.

you truly were in paradise. "Oh look, it's an eagle, that's so American, so you", a booming laughter fell from your lips, winning the attention of a mother daughter duo next to you, causing you to blush and Logan to pinch your side.

alas, your friend had enough of you, so therefore he left your side to explore the many options the shop had in stock. You didn't see his pick as your only matter was to fulfil the task of finding the right stuffy for logan and putting it in clothing.

In the end you decided on a cute black alpaca and put it in a white cargo trousers combined with a multicoloured party shirt and some blue jeans jacket, letting yourself be inspired by the clothing styles of Logan and George Russell's invention of white pants and a williams team shirt as a williams driver's standard uniform — you'd switch up the party shirt as soon as you'll get a hang out of sewing to make a mini williams shirt but for now the alpaca was going to own the shirt as did logan in the summer when you both went out for a wild night back home.

As you put the heart and the small voice box thingy in the stuffy, a small happy tear rolled down your cheek; you chose to say two things: the first one was the viral meme of him being American, silently screaming rwahh what the fuck is a kilometre and the second was a sweet message to cheer him up, hopefully, whenever he felt bad and you'd be out of his reach — a small fracture of yourself, reminding him of his greatness and uniqueness, and that he was loved and cheered. You were a sentimental being, no shame whatsoever, even though your friend sometimes liked to tease you about it, causing you to clap back — it was just that kind of friendship where you could let lose, be yourself without further worries nor feeling embarrassed or awkward.

When Logan finally got to you — you had waited for him outside of the mall, leaning on the car as you had texted him, and bought two cups of coffee at the small café on the opposite side of the build a bear shop— you gave him the box, containing the alpaca, wearing a silly expression on your face, which Logan mirrored.

"Let's see, if you still know me after seeing the whole wide world without me", you joked, silly smile morphing in a naughty grin on your lips.

"As if I could forget you, stinks."

"Maybe I should return it, you don't deserve it—"

"Hey, I don't do anything wrong", he exclaimed, making grabby hands to get the stuffy.

"Mister Sargeant, you are a liar and a very bad one at that", you tsked him. "Haven't we already said that we refer to call me stinks? the name should be buried six foot deep next to—"

"Don't you dare, y/n."

"I definitely should tweet the nickname, your colleagues would eat it up, don't you think so?", you giggled gleefully, remembering how you called him as you were two young children, running around the neighbourhood to terrorise them.

"And that's why I don't take you with me", he mumbled under his breath, holding out his hand where the stuffy box hang off. "Here we go, silly, hope you like it."

Slowly, you opened the box and the sight of your favourite animal greeted you, wearing the cutest hogwarts robes of your house. "Aw Logs, it's so pretty and fluffy. I love it." Gently you pressed you face against the small head of the stuff toy, enjoying the cozy texture of it and closed your eyes, salivating the moment.

After a moment, the blonde man enclosed you in a hug. "the alpaca's lovely, y/n/n. Best idea we had in a while."

"yeah true", you agreed, returning the hug.

[waffledforbreakfast]

First Date- [MUTI! BLLK X F!READER]

(SEPARATE) pt2

Staring: niko, kaiser, ness

pt1: Rin, Sae, Kaiser

pt3: Otoya, Karasu, Reo

[ BLLK Scenario Masterlist ]

TW: heavy ooc, bad grammar, bad spelling, bad formatting, cringe, scuff, etc.

>Niko

[Manga/Anime cafe/store ]

Niko waited for you outside the school doors, the two of you had agreed to go to the new anime cafe as a date. It had been a few minutes since class ended and you still weren’t there, Niko was getting worried “I swear if she-” he mumbled to himself

“NIKOO” you crashed into him, catching your breath “Sorry- *huff* the teacher- *huff* held us back…”

“Smh [Y/N]... what’d you do now?” he sighed, you getting in trouble was nothing new

“Nothing nothing” you reassured him, brushing yourself off “Anyway, you ready to go?”

Niko nodded as you both left the school ground, chatting about whatever you found interesting. You spotted the cafe with cats in the window, and he saw it too

“Niko Niko look! It’s this one right?” you smiled at him as you pointed to the store 

“Cute…” he replied “The cats I mean-”

You rolled your eyes as the bells above the doors ringed when he pushed it open, “Hello!” a woman greeted as you two entered “Can I get anything started for you? Are will you look around first?”

“We’ll just look around” Niko was already walking towards the large shelfs of Manga on display “There’s so many…” he stared in awe, talking to himself

You quickly skimmed the shelfs til one book caught your eyes, “Hey Niko,” you pulled it out and showed him “Banana Fish, your favourite right?”

He quickly came over and took the book “Yea! Looks like they have all the volumes here!” he smiled while running a finger through the pages “Oh yea, this one's your favourite, right?” he took out another book and handed it to you, it was one you started recently and desperately tried to get Niko to read

“Mhm! You should totally give it a shot one day” you both took the books as you went up to order food

Niko flipped through the menu and pointed out some cute foods to you “Look, this one’s themed after the main character. Oh I think you’ll like this one, it looks pretty sweet.” In the end, you both decided to share some Totoro styled waffles and each got your own themed side drinks.

While you waited for your food to arrive at your table, Niko told you about Banana Fish, and even listened to you rant about your favourite manga/anime

“Have you watched Blue Lock?” You asked him excitedly, forgetting about the fourth wall

“...Blue Lock?” 

“Nevermind-...”

Finally your food was ready, and you took photos (you did the finger hearts for the camera) before cutting it down the middle and taking a bite

“Geez slow down…” he joked, before eating his portion too. After a while, he excused himself quickly before leaving, you just shrugged and continued eating, almost done anyway

He quickly came back with two macarons in hand, blushing slightly, “For you…” he slid the first one to you, a face of your favourite character on it,

“Awww Geto :D wait what happened to his forehead-” you took a toothpick and poked lightly at it, whoever made the macaroon put red icing bubbles on his forehead

Niko held in a laugh “That’s just foul…”

[Doesn’t have to be Geto lol, just thought it was funny]

“Well, thank you for the macaron!” you gave him a quick smile “I hope it wasn’t too much…”

“Nah it’s fine” he sat down beside you and pulled out a postcard “There was a promotion, so I got a free Miku postcard out of it”

He gave it to you to look at, it was a beautiful card, with a high quality Miku on it with a holographic background.

“It’s so pretttyyyy” your eyes sparkled as you stared in awe at it 

“Y-You can have it…”  Niko whispered as he looked away, the slightest blush on his face

“Are you sure??” you asked hesitantly, it was his after all,

“Yea… you’re always 01 in my heart…”

“...”

“...”

“Was that a Miku pick-up line-?”

The two of you finished eating and headed out the cafe, giving a small thanks to the workers 

“Where to now?” He asked, turning towards you

“Hm… I think there’s actually a manga store around here somewhere, there was a new volume I wanted to pick up…”

“Oh I think I know the one you’re talking about… it’s this way.”

Once you guys got there, your jaw dropped at the sight. Shelves upon shelves of books, new and limited ones in display cases. You thought the cafe had a lot, but no- this one had 6x as many. And you could buy them too!

You dragged your finger across the spines of the books, walking down the isles, Niko close behind.

You suddenly stopped and pulled out a book, it was the limited edition of your favourite series. “Niko!” you spun around and showed him the book “It’s the anniversary special :D” you were going to buy it, until you saw the price… you knew that special volumes may be expensive, but you didn’t think they were that much!! 

You put the book back into their places, silently sobbing at the fact you couldn’t afford it 

“Hm, what’s wrong?” he asked you, while watching you shelve them

“It’s too expensive… Don’t worry, I’ll get it one day!” you replied, trying to convince yourself more than him

“Alright… I saw a book over there that seemed interesting, why don’t we split up for now, we can meet up in a few minutes.”

You gave him a nod, and went back to wandering

After a while, you met Niko at the check out. You had already bought 2 books and it seems that he bought one too.

“Hey Niko! Ready to go?” you got your things and got ready to leave

“Mhm” he hummed as he bagged the book, angling it so you couldn’t see the cover

You though, happened to notice, “What did you get?”

He pretended not to hear your question and walked out, waiting for you to follow. You frowned at his lack of a response, but went along anyway

It came the time that you both had to go home, so you two stood at the entrance to the subway station.

“Thank you for coming out with me” he gave you a short bow, blushing slightly. “I got you a gift…” he pulled out the bag from the manga store and presented it to you, “It’s the special volume you wanted…”

As you opened the bag, you found that it was indeed the anniversary special. You thanked him, still in awe at the book and gave him a hug “Thank you so much, Niko! You really shouldn’t have 🥹”

You pulled out your own bag with the books you bought and handed it to him “These are the only volumes you’re missing in your collection, right?” You remember looking though his shelves, you were 70% percent sure he didn’t have these

“Yes, these are the ones…” he took the books gently, his eyes practically glued to them (not that we can rlly tell) “Thank you” he said, barely louder than a whisper

Niko smiled and gave you a wave as you hopped on your train, hugging the books tightly. He really couldn’t stop blushing, happy with how the day went.

It was that day he decided he’d never be able to get sick of you

>Kaiser

[Ice Skating (also for this is set in Germany, during Christmas]

Running around the German night market was a vibe like no other

And Kaiser being there was the cherry on top. He held your hand while gently guiding you through the stalls.

“Schatz, let’s grab some chocolate”, he said while looking at a few bars of chocolate on display. “They have white, milk, dark, caramel, everything. What would you like?” he asked you, having already grabbed a bar of his own, a very bitter dark chocolate.

You silently judged his decision before choosing your own. “You like your chocolate that bitter?” you laughed

He frowned “What’s wrong with that? I aint no p#ssy.” he grinned at you “And milk chocolate sucks. I can’t stand any white-coloured drinks.”

“Chocolate isn’t a drink-”

“Still sucks. Have you made your choice?” He looked at you, taking the bar from your hands and getting ready to pay. You nodded as the worker scanned the bars

“They’re HOW MUCH??” your jaw dropped as you saw the price

Kaiser only smirked as he paid, “They’re traditional, high quality, german chocolate. A very well-known brand.” he opened your bar and held it up to you, “Try it”

( If you didn’t eat it when he offered, he would’ve shoved it down your throat (affectionately) )

The second you took a bite of the chocolate, it felt like you were transported to heaven. It was perfect, the best chocolate you’ve ever had. You quickly took more, taking the the delicious taste and texture

Kaiser did a prideful huff, knowing that he was the reason for the happy look on your face. Even if it was indirectly-  

He ate his own chocolate as the two of you wandered about more, occasionally stopping at other booths. You guys got matching scarfs, keychains, you were so close to getting him to buy cat ears, but he refused.

Eventually, you guys were at the heart of the market, right where the big Christmas tree was. You were spaced out, admiring the lights, before the flash of a camera snapped you out of it.

Kaiser smiled, looking at the photo, “You look beautiful, Meine Liebe.” He gave you a gentle kiss before taking your hand, “Join me skating?”

You didn’t even have to move as kaiser got on his knees to lace up your skates for you. What a gentleman. He even held your hand when getting on the ice. If you didn’t know how to skate, he’d guide you (or just drag you across the ice). If you do know how to skate, he’d definitely challenge you to a race. 

And do NOT underestimate this man, he is GRACEFUL. Unless ur a professional skater, it’ll prob be a pretty close tie, that or he laps you like twice to show off… if you are really good at skating (or if you wanna pretend to be, we don’t judge) and beat him, he’d just say he was going easy on you with a salty smile, trying to convince himself more than you.

After he’s gotten over it, he’d hold you hand (or pocket it) while skating in circles with you, just admiring your voice as you spoke. He’d spin you in circles, twirl you around, all that ;) If he caught anyone staring, he’d just show you off more and pull you in after a spin.

He couldn’t stop smiling, he was so happy, just being by your side and in your presence. This was one of the few times he was quiet, wanting to hear nothing but your voice.

You both skated around for a bit longer before getting off the ice. Kaiser undid your laces, and put everything away for you. After looking at the last few stalls, the two of you exited the market, and Kaiser sent you home.

He texted you once he got home to make sure you did too, and he couldn’t stop smiling. For the whole week, he was smiling, the whole week (until some imbecile talked to him.) the whole team was slightly scared until it was revealed it was because of you. That made more sense to them.

He already marked his calendar for next year, and it’s not a choice <3

>Ness

[Lego date/chill picnic]

You and Ness had been friends for a while, hanging out whenever he wasn’t busy w/Kaiser (which wasn’t really that often). Today was one of the few days you guys had time, so you were wandering the mall and ended up inside the LEGO store.

“[Y/N] look, it’s a blue rose!” he showed you the box, looking at the price tag “Do you think Kaiser would like it?”

You sighed while browsing, “Ness, you don’t have to always be thinking of him… you’re with me right now after all.”

He hesitated for a second before smiling and putting the box back, “Yes, you’re right. Which set do you want?” he followed your eyes, skimming the shelves 

“Oh, what do you think of that one?” you pointed at a LEGO box, a bunny in a magicians hat on the cover “Do you like it?”

“Oh- yes, it looks very nice…” he stared at it, thinking about how cute it was, but still trying to process that you asked for his opinion “Do you like magic and things like that?” he assumed that's why you were grabbing the box

“No” you started walking over to the cashier and gave Ness a smile “But i know you do”

His face turned red at the words, you weren’t wrong, but he didn’t expect you to know that, he’d barely mentioned it.

“Let me pay,” he said as the cashier rang it up. You would’ve stopped him, but before you knew it, he tapped his card and was already putting the box in the bag

He gave you a smile as he held the item. You felt bad because he was already carrying your other belongings, but he insisted and there was really no way you could convince him otherwise.

The two of you left the store, and slowly made your way around the mall. 

“Hey, let’s grab some desserts!” Ness pointed at the bakery and dragged you in “Look look! It’s bread :D” 

You picked out a few foods you liked, and he picked some too.

After buying the food, the two of you left the mall, and for a while it seemed that you both were just mindlessly wandering. But Ness had something planned, and soon you found yourself at a surprisingly clean picnic table at a near-by park. 

“Ness- Where are we??” you hesitated before sitting down after him

“Don’t worry! Do you like it here?” he gave you a smile, a bit of obsession in his eyes

You nodded as he set up all the food, and even brought out the LEGO set. You felt a bit awkward as you just watched him, but he refused to let you help, insisting on doing everything for you with a smile

After everything was laid out, you guys started eating the food, and building the LEGO at the same time. You listened to him talk about his day, and he listened to you talk about yours!

All in all, you two had a fun time! The food was all finished and the LEGO set was built. Ness took a ton of pictures of you the LEGO, and you even let him keep the final product!

A/N: Hope yall don't mind the ass formatting.. lotta word blocks ik, ill fix it when i actually make tumblr specific posts :')

[voidvannie]

꒰ఎ CRUEL SUMMER! ━━ PART TWO

⋆✩⋆ ─── adore you masterlist main masterlist

⋆✩⋆ ─── part one part three

⋆✩⋆ ─── IN WHICH . . . emersyn surprises her best friend by showing up at the lake house, and quinn soon goes to his brother when he realizes his feelings for the singer.

⋆✩⋆ ─── feel free to send in any request for things you want to see in this series, or in any of the other series on my page. Or if you just want to share some thoughts about what you read, or if you want to talk about oc's!

June 1, 2022

“Hi, Emmie, we miss you!?”

“Mama H!” Emersyn cheers as the woman answers her FaceTime call.

“Is that Emmie?!”Jim’s face appears next to his wife’s, ginning widely at the girl he saw as his daughter. “Hey, superstar!”

“Hey, Papaw H! How are you guys?” She asked, looking off screen as a voice calls her name, “The blue one, Justin!”

“We’re good, honey! What with the call?” Jim asked the brunette as he smiled.

“Well, I wanted to let the two of you be the first to know that I’m coming to the lake house risk summer!”

A gasp leaves Ellen’s lips as a smile makes its way onto her face, “Are you serious?!”

“Yes! I feel like it’s been a long time coming, and besides, I miss everyone.” Emersyn pouts, “And with mom and dad going on their little getaway and Ryder busy with his own life, I need this.”

“I’ve been telling you that you need a break!” A male voice calls throughout the background just as a shirt lands on her head.

“Justin! Stop messing up my bedroom! Go home to your wife!”

“You said you would go get waffles with me!”

“Ugh! Fine! I’ll see you guys in a couple of days! Love ya’ll!”

“We love you, sweetheart!” Ellen blows the young woman a kiss before hanging up, “Oh, I’m so happy! Our girl is coming home for the summer!”

Jim smiles sweetly at his wife, his own excitement building up in his chest, “Maybe this is the summer where Quinn will get his head out of his ass and finally admit that he’s had feelings for her from the very first summer she stopped coming.”

June 10, 2022

The slick black car pulled into the driveway of the Hughes lake house, cars piled up outside from the amount of people staying there this summer.

Choosing to get her stuff from the trunk later, the brunette girl bounces up the stairs and knocks on the door.

The red wooden door opens up and Emersyn grins when she notices that Ellen is the one to open it.

“Emmie, my sweet girl!” Ellen pulls her into a tight hug, both women hugging each other for dear life, “Oh, I’ve missed you so much!”

“I missed you! You’re making me cry!” Emersyn can feel herself tear up as they pull away from each other, the brunette wiping her tears away.

“I heard our girls voice!” Jim’s booming voice filled the air as he comes around the corner, straight to the girl he had practically helped raise since she was eight. “Hi, honey.”

“Hi.”

“Come on, all the boys are out on the dock.” Jim leads the girl towards the back door as his wife follows along. “Hey, boys! Look what that cat dragged in!”

Everyone turns in the direction of Jim's voice, shouts of happiness leaving the lips of those who knew Emersyn on a personal level as they rushed to hug her, all of them talking over each other.

But two people stood off to the side, both with totally different emotions swirling around.

Jack stood with a dropped jaw, tears pooling as he it had been years since they had spent a summer with each other. Of course, the two talked on the daily and texted, checking up on each other. And Emersyn had been to a handful of his hockey games while Jack tried to go to as many concerts of hers as he could.

But they hadn’t actually spent a summer together since the summer that Quinn had embarrassed her after Luke spilled her secret about her crush on Quinn — one that was still so much present even though it had been years.

Quinn sat off to the side, his entire body frozen as he takes in the girl standing in front of him. The two hadn’t talked since that one summer. And every time Quinn tried to get Jack to give him the singers new number, his brother always refused.

If she wanted him to have it, then she would’ve given it to him.

“Holy, fu— is this real?” Jack asked from his place, watching as his best friend nodded her head.

“Hi, Jacky.”

And that’s all it took for the two best friends to rush towards each other, Jack picking the brunette up to hold her to him tightly, the middle Hughes boy swaying them slightly.

“Are you here for the summer?” He mumbles in her neck, only loud enough for her to hear.

“Yes. I decided that it—,”

“No. Let me help you get your stuff up to your room.” Jack cuts her off, placing a hand on the small of her back, pushing her towards the inside of the lake house.

It’s quiet as Jack watches Emersyn unpacking her stuff in the bedroom that was designated for her when she came to the Lake House for the summer, which for the last nine years had stayed empty.

“The entire summer?”

Emersyn laughs as she pushes the now empty suitcase under the bed, “I’m here the entire summer. Well, I do have to fly back to California in a couple of days just for a concert. I promised Justin I’d come sing Overboard with him.”

Jack nods as she comes to sit next to him on the bed, “How’s that crush on Quinn?”

Emersyn groans, throwing herself back as she uses the palms of her hands to cover her eyes, “You would think that after nine years, and one toxic ass relationship, that I wouldn’t have one anymore but it hasn’t gone away.”

“Might help if you stopped watching his games, or stopped looking over his Instagram, or let me set you up on a date with —,”

“I’m not going on a date with anybody for your team.” She cuts his off, “Dawson and Nico are great guys, but no.”

“Worth a shot.” He shrugged.

“I tried really hard to forget about my crush on Quinn, but it seems impossible. And I know that he doesn’t feel the same way, he made that pretty clear in 2013, but….,”

“You want him to return the feelings.” Jack smiles softly.

“Yeah.” Emersyn sighs, “God, that sounds so stupid.”

“Maybe one day he will. It’d be nice if you were my sister one day.” Jack smirks, nudging his foot with hers before the smirk drops, “I don’t know how I’d feel about it though.”

“What do you mean?” She sits up, eyebrows pinched together is confusion.

“Emmie, he broke your heart to the point that you haven’t been here is nine years. He let his friends laugh at you. He embarrassed you.” Jack shakes his head, “He’s by brother, and I love him, but your my sister and I love you just as much.”

“Jack! Stop hogging Emmie!” Trevor rushed into the bedroom, cutting off the conversation between the two best friends as he picks the singer up and throws her over his shoulder.

“Trevor!” Emersyn squealed, clutching tightly to his sides to make sure she wouldn’t slip from his grip. “Put me down!”

“I don’t think so, pop star.”

June 11, 2022

Emersyn had officially made it an entire day without talking to Quinn. Trevor and Jack had done a great job at keeping her as far away from her as possible.

But this morning as she was sitting on the porch, watching the sun rise, she had no luck seeing as she was the only one awake.

“Hey.” Quinn comes to sit in the empty seat next to her.

“Hi.” She doesn’t turn her head to look at him as he shoulders tense.

Quinn notices the way she rubs the palms of her hands on her bare thighs, a habit that she picked up on when she was nervous about something.

“How’s things in sunny California?” He asked, leaning back in his seat.

“Good. I finally moved out of Justin’s place.” Emersyn nods, “Which isn’t all too great ‘cause I live next door and he can just walk in whenever he feels like it.”

Having been a minor when she first moved to California, her parents staying in Michigan, she needed an adult to live with, and Justin offered to be her legal guardian until she was old enough.

And the brunette wanted to move out whenever Hailey had moved in with him, but both told her to stay, and she ended up doing that until about a months ago.

“Emmie.” The door slides open and Luke pops his head out with a pout, “Will you make me some of your pancakes?”

A giggle leaves her lips as she stands up, walking towards him, “Come on you big baby.”

Quinn watches the girl walk inside with his youngest brother, a sign leaving his lips as he throws his head back, “I am so fucked.”

June 14, 2022

“We need to talk.” Quinn shuts Jack’s bedroom door as the Devil’s player was trying to find a specific t-shirt that Emersyn had asked him to get so that she could throw it over her swim suit.

“Talk about what?” Jack doesn’t turn from his closet as he pushes clothes around.

“I’m in love with Emersyn.”

Jack freezes as the words come from his brother’s mouth, t-shirt clutches tightly in his fist before he shakes his head, “No.”

“No? What do you mean ‘no’?” Quinn looks at his brother in confusion as Jack turns to him.

“You think I’m going to let you love my best friend after what happened?” Jack asked, a dry chuckle leaving his lips. “Think again.”

“Jack—,”

“No. It has been nine years since I’ve spent an entire summer with Emmie because of you.” Jack tells him, “Hell, she didn’t even come to Luke’s first NHL game that she promised him she would come to because she didn’t want to face you.”

“I know! Jack, I was 13–,”

“I don’t give a damn if you were 31! Emmie has spent her entire life trying to please you, to make you see her as more than my best friend!” Jack’s voice grew louder as his grip on the t-shirt got tighter, knuckles turning white out of anger. “I’ll be damned if you hurt her all over again!”

“Jack—,”

“Tell her.”

“What? No!”

Jack’s jaw flexes as he clenches down on his teeth, “Either you tell her right now, or I do it.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Not fair? You what’s not fair?! Her being gone for nine years, not wanting to step foot into this lake house, because you hurt her and embarrassed her!” Jack’s voice carried throughout the house as he makes his way down the stairs, feet pounding loudly with each step that he took.

“Jack! Stop!”

“Emmie!” Jack calls out for the girl as he holds the t-shirt out to her.

“Oh, thank yo—,”

“Quinn is in love with you.”

Silence falls over the entire lake house, Emersyn's standing in shock as she holds the t-shirt in her hand.

"Jack." Quinn hisses, not able to tear his gaze away from the fallen expression on Emersyn's face. "Emmie."

"Stop." Her voice cracks as she holds a hand up, pushing the t-shirt into his chest as she walks by him and heads up the stairs.

"Seriously?" Quinn looks at his little brother before following after the brunette, "Emmie! Hey, Emersyn, talk to me!"

"What the hell just happened?" Trevor asked after closing his mouth after it fell open in shock.

“Emmie, will you please open the door?” Quinn calls out as he knocks on the bedroom door, forehead pressed against the wooden surface.

Silence fills the air as the brunette inside doesn’t say a word, throwing stuff into a suitcase as she texted Justin that she wanted to come back a day earlier for at least a couple of days to clear her head.

"Emersyn, please!" Quinn knocks once again before the doorknob is turning and the Canucks player pushed it open standing in the doorway, "What are you doing?"

"I have to go back to Cali to do a show. I don't have the time to talk." She replies as her phone dings, Justin texting her back with flight information for flight that was leaving in two hours.

"So, you're just gonna runaway again?"

Emersyn spun around, "I didn't runaway the first time! I was heartbroken, embarrassed! I took some time for myself because thirteen-year-old me was heartbroken!"

"Emmie--,"

"I seriously don't have the time for this." Emersyn says with a shake of her head, grabbing the now zipped suitcase and quickly walking out of the bedroom.

Quinn stands there for a moment before he's rushing after her, ignoring the looks from all of the hockey players spread out in his lake house living room. "I love you! Is that what you wanted to hear?! I'm in love with you!"

"I am not talking about this right this moment. I have a plane to catch."

"So that's it?"

Emersyn spins around to look at him once more as a tear falls from her eyes, "I waited nine years for you to say something, to heart you say that you loved me the way that I love you. Nine. I'm sure you can wait a couple of days before I'm ready to talk."

And with those last words, Emersyn walks out of the door, leaving Quinn standing there.

[diaries4life100]

A Lovers Support

Pairing: Laurance x FemReader

WARNINGS: slightly suggestive ending but that’s it.

Y’all. I’m getting to that point in my young adulthood where I can’t indulge in tasty treats as much anymore 😔 my metabolism…is SLOWING DOWN. I knew this day would come…the tummy isn’t so bad, but you know how you’re feeling great about yourself and then you notice that one thing and you’re like “wait, that kinda makes me insecure” that happened to me the other day when I bent over and all the rolls kinda bunched up (if you know you know) and I just had to write this to make me feel better 😭💔

Anyways, enjoy some Laurance love 💕

"What're you doing, my love?" A soft voice whispers behind you and you turn away from the stove, meeting the pretty blue eyes of your lover.

You smile softly, adoring the way Laurance stands with his hair sticking up every which way and his sweats hanging low on his hips. His shirt was gone, though you recall him going to bed wearing one. He always gets so hot in the night which is his own fault really. He just couldn't be more than two inches away from you, even during the hottest of nights he'll at least have his hand touching your back or waist. He is such a cuddle bug.

"Making you some breakfast. Just bacon and eggs, nothing special." You shrug, turning back to the stove and the smell of sizzling bacon.

You wanted to make him pancakes too, seeing as he almost always gets up before you and fills the kitchen with delicious smells and food for you to wake up to. But things didn't go as plan, especially when he was holding onto you so tightly less than an hour ago. How could you possibly pull away from that?

"Just?" he grumbles, and you hear the soft pattering of his bare feet on the ground. A strong arm wraps around your shoulder and in a quick move, he plants a wet kiss on your cheek. "You could've given me a frozen waffle and I would've been happy."

You giggle softly at his words, flipping the bacon in the pan. "This is nothing compared to the food you make me. Remember when you made croissants?"

"Croissants are a simple and classic French breakfast."

"Not when you make them from scratch!" You shake your head and you feel the hot air of Laurance huffing into your shoulder. "Plus you paired it with that delicious jam you got from that farmers market."

"The amish know what they're doing." He shrugs, clearly not realizing how impressive his cooking and baking skills are.

His hand then grabs onto the pan and playfully he nudges you out of the way by bumping his hip into yours. "Scooch. I got the rest."

"But this is the breakfast I'm making for you." You pout and he raises an eyebrow your way.

"I know. But you only have enough bacon in the pan for one person, and I can't let my darling girlfriend starve." He smiles at you, but you only feel your stomach churn at his words. "It'll be quicker if I finish this so we can eat together."

You hum thoughtfully, hands drifting down to your stomach when he looks back to the stove. "Well...I was actually just planning on having a cup of coffee and piece of toast."

Laurance pauses, suspiciouseyes peeking over his shoulder.

"What? Why?"

Why? Wasn't it obvious?

You nibble on your lip nervously. You don't want to admit it out loud. It is a natural occurance when you get older. You lose that fast metabolism and without consistant exercise and a decent diet things just...get a little thicker in places.

At first you thought it was a change in your period hormones. A few extra pounds was normal when a woman menstruates so you weren't concerned, especially when everything hurts and you're just trying not to bleed all over your furniture. But when the weight didn't go away you just began to feel and notice things you wish you didn’t.

Laurance is so passionate about cooking. He talks all the time about wanting to open a resturant of his own one day with all his favorite cuisine and recipes. He constantly wants you to try new things with him, going to all sorts of resturants and enjoying delicious home cooking. When you got together you adored that passionate side of him and ate just about everything he made for you.

Now you wonder if the calories are finally catching up to you.

"I'm just not that hungry. Oh and I saw on a fitness blog that breakfast should be the smallest meal of the day and-"

"But you love breakfast," Laurance says, voice sounding so dejected that your mouth snaps shut almost immediately. He looks back to the pan and then you again. "I don't...I don't understand. My girlfriend who loves food wants a plain piece of bread?"

"Maybe with butter."

"With butter."

You stare at each other for a long moment, a whirlwind of emotions raging in Laurance's blue eyes. His gaze then drifts downward to where your hands rests against your stomach and you can see him making the connection in seconds.

"Oh, my love, is this what this is about?" He turns the stove off quickly and then walks over to where you stood. His hands cup your face and he squishes your cheeks together. "Are you worried about gaining a little extra weight?"

"There's a better way of saying that..." you grumble, voice muffled from the strong force of his hands kneading your face like bread dough.

"No, there isn't." He smiles, amused. But it doesn't last long as his face grows serious. "Its alright you know. It just tells me you're healthy and I'm feeding you well."

"Too well."

He sighs softly before bending over and planting a kiss on your forehead. You melt under his touch and he slowly begins to drift his lips down your face. He lightly pecks your nose and cheeks, tracing over your freckles an beauty marks before finally hovering his lips right above your own.

"Why are you truly worried about it? Does it bother you? Or is it bothering someone else? Or perhaps..." he looks you right in the eyes, capturing your full attention. "you believe it'll bother me?"

You ponder his words. Why did it bother you? Your body changes all the time from pimples to ingrown hairs and even the occasional white hair or two. Those never bothered you before and this...this is something that is hardly even noticable to anyone but you.

And Laurance…you love him. Dearly. You would’ve told him if someone had said something about the way you looked. But perhaps he is right in a way. You didn’t want him to think lesser than you because you couldn’t enjoy his food and keep down the weight. He is fit and strong, going to the gym multiple times a week. You didn’t want to look bad at his side and embarrass him in front of his family or friends.

"I'm just...adjusting to the change. Growing in pant sizes isn't something I just ignore. Especially when it’s affecting my bank account,” you try to joke, putting on a smirk.

“If buying new pants was your only concern, I think this would be a different conversation.” He frowns, tilting his head at you. “But I don’t mind giving my girl a little money for a shopping spree.”

“I don’t want your money.”

“Then what is it that you do want, my love?”

You sigh softly, a hand reaching up to cup his face. “I just…want to eat a little healthier. So I can feel good and look good for you.”

“Ah, so you are concerned about how I feel about this change that I hadn’t even noticed till now.” He then pinches your nose playfully, causing you to reel back in shock.

“Laurance!”

“What? It’s the truth! And besides, I didn’t get with you because of your looks.” His face softens and you practically kiss him right then and there as he stares at you so lovingly. “I got with you because you’re kind and generous and you care so deeply about others. You love my food and you aren’t afraid to call me out on my faults and admit to your own. You’ve taught me to be a better person and I am proud to be your boyfriend. In more ways than one.”

“Laurance…”

“And this change just makes me want to cuddle you even more than before.” He grins and you smack his chest.

“I can’t lay in bed with you all day, Laurance!!” You scold, smiling as he begins to laugh loudly, tipping his head back.

“Yes, you can!” He leans down again to kiss you on the lips quickly. “We can sleep in late and then I’ll cook you a breakfast for the queen that you are.”

“I have work you know.”

“Call off.” He shrugs.

“Don’t even start!”

He chuckles again and before you can even let out another word he wraps his arms underneath your ass and throws you over his shoulder with ease. You squeal, surprise and then excitement flooding through you as he carries you over into the bedroom.

“Laurance!? What are you doing?”

“Taking you back to bed. You obviously need to be shown how much I love you.”

“B-but what about breakfast?”

“Leave it. You’ll be starving for something different very soon.”

Your face warms almost immediately. But with his strong arms around you and your bed cushioning your fall as he plops you onto the soft comforter, you no longer care about breakfast or coffee or even that lousy piece of toast. All that matters to you is Laurance and his unwavering love for you.