#had the nerve to give me a stank look

[callmerosiie]

Out and about early and i run into some fine thang i forgot i was working on 😭

Fr if ya communication garbage i will dead forget about you

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Fluffy prompt "you’re doing it wrong” “jesus, would you just relax” “no because i’m wasting my tim- oh, oh my god-” the other character smirking, “don’t look so smug” “i think i’ve earned the right, now just trust me, okay? believe it or not, i want to make you feel good" with Mr. Stank, please? With him being the one that wants to make her feel good, if that is okay. Thank you anyway!

Only wish to please you

A/N: Surprise, I’m still completing these. Leave a heart or reblog if you like!

Pairing: Young! Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warning: 18+ smut-ish.

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Hasty tugging of clothes and fervent kisses were exchanged as you and Tony crashed on your bed. Hands raking down your body, ridding you and him of all clothes until you lay underneath him, waiting.

“Just remember—”

“I know I know. This is just about tonight. No strings attached.” He cut you off, parting your legs as his fingers grazed your thighs.

“Great. As long as we’re clear.” With a final kiss to his swollen lips, you laid back against the pillows.

Tony teased you with his fingers, collecting your wetness over his thumb. He kept at it, avoiding your bundle of nerves each time.

“You’re doing it wrong.” You muttered, wiggling your hips so he’d get the hint.

“Jesus would you just relax?”

You couldn’t see but you knew he was rolling his eyes. Neither of you knew much about patience but right now, he was testing yours. You were horny and he was in need of stress release too, you found each other and a pact was made.

Simple and straightforward.

You let out a soft gasp when he entered your slick channel with his finger, moving around but again not quite hitting the spot you wanted him to.

“Okay, I think you’re wasting my tim—oh, oh my God!”

In a second he had curled his finger inside your tightness, brushing your clit in purposeful circles while twisting his finger with his signature smirk.

“Oh don’t look so smug.”

Adding another finger, he curled it upward to brush against the spongy spot inside you that turned your breaths to pants in no time. You clenched around his fingers, holding back a moan that threatened to escape your lips, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“I think I’ve earned the right. Now just trust me, okay? Believe it or not, I want to make you feel good.” He murmured, lowering his face between your legs with a self-assured grin that promised a long, long night ahead.

[harlowsbby]

Can I request the reader and Jack being in the very early stages of their relationship, like they're still technically friends but they're moving towards being more. So Jack brings her to meet his friends and Neelam is being bitter and just a hater, so she tries to embarrassed the reader by like giving her an NDA to sign in front of anyone (because Jack didn't want to give her one because he trusts her). You can choose how it goes from there, maybe Jack gets mad at Neelam because she been had a stank attitude towards the reader all day

Circles

“They’ll love you I promise baby.” You we’re a fidgeting mess in your seat, today was the day you were meeting all of Jack’s closes friends and family.

You’ve met his friends like Urban and Druski before and the three of you were stuck together since like glue. You still have yet to meet Nemo, Neelam and all of Jack’s other friends and his brother which is why you were so on edge.

“But what if they think I’m weird? What if they say I can’t dress right or that my head is too big.” Jack stiffed a laugh and moved his hand over to your thigh, caressing it and cooing. “I promise you baby they won’t say anything like that, besides I’m the only one that can say you have a big head.”

You shoved his hand off your thigh and crossed your arms over your chest before facing the window while Jack was trying his hardest to contain his laughter. “Baby I’m playing around with you, they’ll all love you I know they will.”

“I hope you’re right Jack.” Looking out the window you tried your best to ease your nerves, growing up you always cared a lot about what other people thought about you so the way you were acting tonight wasn’t really new or anything different.

Your mother always taught you that first impression is always a big deal and that you need to stand out but stand out in a good way. Your relationship with Jack was still fairly fresh and new he wanted to take things slow with you but he trusted you one hundred percent.

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A few minutes later the two of you were finally pulling up to Jack’s house, it was much bigger in person. Whenever the two of you were on the phone together he’d give you a little house tour but seeing his house in person almost blew you away.

“You live here?” He chucked and nodded, taking your hand in his hand. “Yes I live here baby, all my neighbors are a bunch of old rich white people so it’s always quiet over here.” “They aren’t suspicious of some young white rapper living here?” He shrugged his shoulders and pulled out his keys, unlocking the front door. “I’m not sure but I don’t really care.”

Once inside you could’ve swore your entire jaw was hanging open by now. “Damn it’s nice in here, are you sure you aren’t married with a wife and kids? It’s all clean.” He raised his eyebrow at you. “Oh so you’re calling me dirty now?” You waved your hands in defense. “I’m not saying that it just smells and looks really clean.”

“I’m messing with you baby but come on everyone is in the kitchen.” Jack took your head and led you into the kitchen, the closer you got the louder it got, several voices could be heard coming from the kitchen.

“Urban stop being so greedy! You know you didn’t need to eat three cups of noddles.” “Well actually you’re wrong because I’m a growing man and I need the nutrition.” Neelam rolled her eyes. “The nutritions? Ramen doesn’t have nutrition in it.”

“I hope you didn’t eat all of my ramen up.” Everyone turned their attention to the door by the sound of Jack’s voice coming from the doorway.

“Y/N! You actually showed up.” Urban smiled and went to give you a hug and you happily hugged him back. “Of course you know I had to come see you again, is Druski here?” “I’m right here baby.” Looking past Urban that’s when you saw Druski.

“Druski!” You smiled and went to hug him, “I see you’re still with that white man.” He said, talking about Jack. “Don’t be jealous you know that’ll be you one day.” You smirked making his eyes go wide. “Really?!” “No Druski.” Everyone laughed as Druski groaned.

“Well I’m going to go get some snacks from the store, anybody coming with?” Jack asked. “I’ll come with you.” Ace said. Jack gave you a small smile and blew you a kiss before heading out the door.

“So who are you?” You turned around seeing a fairly short women with a bunch of highlights in her hair. “Neelam that’s Y/N you know who she is.” Urban said, Neelam was one of Jack’s many mangers you heard about her a few times and how possessive she seemed to be when it came to Jack.

“I know who she is Urban but I wanna know what’s her title.” “Her title?” Druski asked Neelam. She removed herself from the doorway and walked over to the fridge and pulled out a drink and faced you all again. “Yeah are Jack’s girlfriend, are you a little fling? What do you want from Jack because if it’s money I can give you some right now so you can leave.”

You were taken off guard you didn’t even know who this lady was and she just automatically assumed you were with Jack for the money. “What are you talking about Neelam? That’s Jack’s girlfriend and Y/N isn’t like that so whatever you’re thinking stop thinking it.” Druski came to your defense.

“I have my eyes on you Y/N.” She rolled her eyes at Druski and walked away and once she left you felt as if you could finally breathe again. “Well that wasn’t awkward at all.” You tried brushing it off and changing the energy in the room. “I’m sorry she acted like that towards you just try not to pay her any mind.” Urban reassured you.

“Yeah Neelam’s just really possessive when it comes to Jack so the way she acts is understandable.” Maybe they were right she didn’t really have a reason not to like you and at the same time you understood where she was coming from especially since a lot of girls Jack had been with are only with him for his money.

“I mean I guess but it’s whatever, so Druski is it true you’re talking to somebody?” You wiggled your eyebrows at him making him grin wide. While you waited for Jack to return you tried to keep yourself busy but you kept repeating what just happened a few minutes ago in your head.

You had a feeling somebody wasn’t going to like you but maybe you were getting too much in your head right now or maybe you weren’t.

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The entire afternoon you tried distracting yourself and avoiding Neelam, you decided to not tell Jack mainly because you knew how important tonight was for him and it was just a small little incident.

You were all in the living room watching a few scary movies, you were leaning into Jack’s side with his arm over your shoulder while everyone else was scattered across the living room.

The entire movie you had this feeling like someone was watching you but just decided to brush it off as a sign you were being paranoid until you eventually just couldn’t stand it anymore. Looking to the side of you that’s when you saw Neelam glaring at you.

Your eyes widened and you quickly turned your attention back to the screen. “Baby? You good you keep moving.” Jack looked down at noticed how you were biting your bottom lip. “Is the movie too scary? I can turn it off.” The concern in his voice clearly evident. “No it’s okay it’s not the movie, it’s nothing.”

Jack was going to press the issue further because he hated when you kept secrets or things away from him but he decided against it and let it go.

Drawing your attention back on the movie just wasn’t happening it bothered you that Neelam had a issue with you mainly because you weren’t sure what you did to make her not like you, everyone else was so welcoming and greeted you with opened arms well everyone besides her.

All you wanted to do was go home to your place and be in Jack’s arms you no longer felt comfortable being here. Once the movie was over everyone cleaned up and back into the kitchen to figure out what to make and eat.

“We have chicken, rice, broccoli.” Jack named random things in his fridge. “Everything healthy where’s the junk food at.” Ace mumbled. “Y/N if you ask Jack if we can get pizza he’ll do it.” Urban begged. “What’s in it for me if I ask?” “I’ll give you my lifetime supply of ramen.” You thought about it for a second and took his offer. “Sounds like a deal, Jack how about we order some pizza.”

“I don’t really want pizza and I can’t eat it, some chicken and broccoli sounds good.” Neelam butted in. Jack looked over at Neelam and back at you, the pout on your lips made it hard for Jack to say no. “If my baby wants pizza then pizza is what we’re having.”

You cheered along with the guys while Neelam sat in the corner. “Gold digger much.” She muttered under her breath. “What was that Neelam?” Jack raised his eyebrow at her. “Oh I said get pineapple on the pizza.” You watched how she took her phone and went upstairs to do God knows what. “What’s her issue?” Nemo asked and you shrugged your shoulders, you had no idea but you wanted to know.

Eventually the pizza came and you were all sitting in the kitchen just eating and talking when you noticed Neelam wasn’t downstairs yet. “Is Neelam coming to eat? Her food is going to get cold.” Jack pulled out his phone and messaged her, letting her know the pizza was here.

Jack had a feeling she wasn’t going to answer based off the argument they had earlier.

flashback

“Jack you need to have her sign an NDA, I understand you love her but it’s for your own good.” Neelam argued back.

Jack didn’t want to have you sign an NDA because he trusted you and knew you weren’t like girls he’s even with in the past but Neelam kept pushing him to do it. “It isn’t necessary Neelam.”

“How do you know that Jack? I saw the way she came in here and was looking around at everything it’s only a matter of time before she’s sucking you dry.” She spat at him and flopped on the chain in Jack’s office. Jack rubbed the side of his and ran his fingers through his curls.

“Let’s just drop this alright? She isn’t signing the damn NDA and that’s final.” Jack slammed the door, leaving Neelam alone in her thoughts.

She opened up the desk and pulled out a stack of papers. “Trust me she’ll be signing that NDA.” Neelam wanted what was best for Jack and her mind everything she was doing to protect him but in reality she was only hurting him.

flashback over

After a few minutes she finally came came back down. “So how does everyone feel about Y/N?” Jack blurted out making you almost choke on your food. “Jack literally please you guys don’t have to ask that.” You nervously laughed.

“I love Y/N she’s just like you just the less annoying version.” Nemo joked making Jack toss a piece of pepperoni at him. “Yeah I agree with Nemo I really like Y/N.” Ace said.

“What about you Neelam?” It was quiet for a few seconds the only sound coming from her chewing, once she finished her pizza she looked up at you all. “Honestly I think she’s fun but not really Jack’s type.” The room got silent and this awkwardness filled the air. “What?” Nemo asked.

“Look Jack has introduced us to many girls before and all of those girls all played him and used him since he has money now and what makes Y/N so different.” She spoke as if you weren’t in the room. Jack’s grip on your thigh tightened.

“Watch what you say about Y/N.” Jack told her but Neelam didn’t care she was going to get her point across regardless. “Why are you with Jack?” She asked you, everyone in the room now looking at you. “I mean we-well I love Jack and he loves me.” She raised her left brow. “And you see yourself being with him forever?” Jack gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze. “I do.”

She wickedly smiled and pulled out a stack of paper from her purse. “I mean if you say you’re going to be with Jack I hope you don’t mind signing this NDA.” She pushed it over towards you with a pen.

You were beyond embarrassed everyone in the room was looking at you, waiting to see what you were going to do or say. “What’s this shit Neelam, I thought we walked about this earlier.” Jack told her.

“You talked about this with her? So it was your idea.” Your spoke your voice barley above a whisper as you turned to look at Jack with teary eyes. His face fell at how heartbroken and disappointed you looked. “No I’d never do anything like that Y/N I trust you baby.”

Shaking your head at him you removed his grip from you and jumped off the kitchen counter. “I want to go home.” You squeaked with your eyes shut. “Let’s just talk about this baby please.” He begged and went to grab your arm but you pulled it back. “I said I wanna go home.” You demanded.

“I’ll take you back home Y/N.” Nemo grabbed his keys and took you outside. “I’ll come with you two.” Jack went to go follow after you but Drama pulled him back. “I think she needs some space besides you need to solve things out here.” He told Jack.

Jack watched with sad eyes as you let from the kitchen with your head down, tears clearly spilling from your eyes. He wanted tonight to go smoothly and perfectly and it was at first, maybe he made the mistake of brining you tonight, he had a feeling it was too soon.

“You know you really are manger of the year huh Neelam?” The sarcasm dripping from the tone of Urban’s voice. “Oh well I did what Jack wouldn’t do.” She continued to eat her pizza while Jack stood there heartbroken.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Some more high school Jsck and FL where their school is having a dance but it's girls ask guys and another girl had the audacity to ask Jack

All of you were sitting down at lunch including Blanca and Jessica when Samira, who you knew liked your boyfriend came up to the table and all of you were confused.

“Can we help you?” Jess asked while looking her up and down. She hadn’t liked her since the first day of fourth grade and for good reason when she stole her 64 pack of crayons and hid it in the back of the classroom.

“I just wanted to talk to Jack, that’s all.”

Jack immediately looked at her, then looked at you, and then looked back at her.

“About what?” Jack curiously asked and you turned your whole body towards her so that you could give her your full attention.

“Well I was going to ask you to go with me to the dance next Friday.”

“PAUSE!” Urban exclaimed as his eyes went wide and immediately looked at you.

“No, she didn’t just ask him that in front of her.” 2fo muttered while looking back and forth between them.

“So, you clearly want to get your ass kicked, huh?” Blanca asked her and she looked at her confused.

“Wait, why?”

“Umm….” Jack started to say but you immediately cut him off.

“Now, I know you see me sitting here Cierra.”

“It’s Samira.” She said while correcting you and Shloob just shook his head and looked down while Blanca got her phone out and was recording the exchange.

“It’s whatever the fuck I want to call you for coming over here and having the nerve to ask my boyfriend to the dance next Friday in front of my face. Did you lose brain cells from the time you saw me kiss him in the hallway earlier and now?”

“I just wanted to give him an option since he clearly can do better.”

“OH NO THE FUCK SHE DIDN’T!” Jessica exclaimed, but you simply put your hand on her arm to calm her down.

“Sienna, you have one chance and one chance only to walk away and get the fuck out of my sight.”

“It’s SAMIRA!”

“Okay, I warned your ass and I’m not doing it again. Take your Walmart weave wearing ass and walk away.” 

“OOP! You heard her! Walk away!” Jessica said while dismissing her. 

All she did was roll her eyes, but you heard her whisper underneath her breath, “Ugly dumbass bitch.”

You simply grabbed 2fo’s milk off of his tray that was unopened and aimed it for the back of her head.

“BABE WAIT! NO!” Jack said before you threw it, but it hit the back of her head with a thud and Urban immediately busted out laughing.

“Oh so we want to call people ugly dumbass bitches, huh? For one, this face card never declines and you got some nerve calling people ugly with that stank ass breath and yellow teeth you have and I’m about to kick your ass.” You said while getting up from the table and walking towards her.

“WORLDDDDD STARRRRRR!” Blanca yelled before throwing off her earrings and getting ready to back you up if needed. 

“Okay so, dance in Y/N’s backyard next Friday because her ass is clearly getting suspended for this… AGAIN.” 

“But did she have to throw my milk? Now I’m thirsty.” 2fo said and Quiiso just shook his head at him.

[biapascal]

Venus and Mars 🏛️🩸🖤

This is not a happy tale.

Summary: Two troubled love stories and their journey.

Warnings: 18+

Previous chapter>>>

Elisa lowered her gaze to the ring finger where the wedding band sparkled. "From the ring finger comes the nerve that leads to the heart, remember?" She looked at her brother and nodded, looking proud. The woman's blonde hair was braided and smelled of orange blossom. The crown on her head was a symbol of her innocence; once removed, she would be vulnerable to an uncertain future. Severus kissed her cheek gently. He had always been very affectionate towards her, but sometimes Elisa felt that something in his touch destabilized her; it made her uncomfortable.

"You will make a good wife, Acacius a very good husband," the man smiled before taking a sip from his wine goblet. "And a good mother, too. We will pray to the gods to give you a son who will grow up like his father and become a brave general," the woman adjusted her veil over her forehead, partially covering her face. Seventh placed his hand on her shoulder and began to caress her. "I do not care if my nephew will not be as handsome as you sister. I want a general, will you give me one?" Elisa pursed her lips and nodded obediently.

She wanted to marry Acacius, she really did. But the life she wanted to lead was far from what she had been promised. Over the years, she had seen soldiers' wives torn apart, broken by the loss of their husbands in battle: widows with children without paternal guidance.

They retired to their villas to pray to the gods for a better future.

It was then that Lucilla entered. The woman was dear to her; she had always cared for her like an older sister. "Elisa, you look beautiful," she smiled at her, comforted by her presence. "I know you are nervous, but I assure you that Acacius is a good man." Elisa knew this well, and she also knew that Marcus had been crucial to her friend. Lucilla was one of those women who had been victims in love; the gods had not been generous to her. She had seen her lover die, the father of a child from whom she had had to separate by sending him far away. To her, he was a strong woman.

"He will protect you," she added. Elisa smiled weakly. "I wish I didn't need protection," she murmured.

Before the ceremony, they went to the temple to sacrifice to the gods. As usual, she turned to Venus. The slaughtered pig on the altar stank. Elisa wrinkled her nose and felt guilty for the disgust she felt at the stench. The auspex, an elderly man, lowered himself to inspect the animal's entrails. He then raised his hands to reveal fingers stained with blood and fat. "The gods approve," Elisa swallowed and met Marcus’s gaze, who smiled at her from across the room.

Then the vows were recited: "Ubi tu Gaius, ego Gaia".

When the ceremony was over, guests and relatives shouted good wishes. Acacius shook the woman's hand and she felt safe. "I will take care of you and all we meet on our path together," he murmured. Those words were more precious to her than the vows she had just recited.

When they found themselves alone in front of the Thalamus, her heart began to pound. She was curious about what would happen, but afraid. She had never been with a man before, and during her teenage years, her peers had frightened her with their experiences. Acacius was silent, careful. "You've been with a woman before, right?" she asked, already knowing the answer. He nodded. Elisa inhaled and sat down on the bed, stroking the hem of the sheet. Her brother wanted a nephew, and yet she was in love. The man came to her side and stroked her cheek. "I won't do anything if you want me to," a part of her wanted to pull away, lie down and fall asleep, wait for the next morning to give her some courage, but she didn't give in. She moved closer to the man's face and their lips parted.

She had kissed him before and knew it felt good. She pulled away for a moment and let out a small sigh. He laid his forehead on hers and smiled. "If something upsets you, I will stop," the woman nodded, believing his words. He stroked her shoulder and Elisa had the courage to lower her tunic. Acacius blushed and despite her embarrassment and the cold air on her exposed breast, she giggled tenderly. The man's hands were not soft, the war had smoothed them, but their touch was still gentle. "I want to see you too," the man nodded and undressed. His chest was covered with scars, some on the verge of disappearing, others more recent. Elisa furrowed her brow and stroked the man's skin, tracing the path of the wounds with her fingertips. Suddenly, Just held her close and resumed kissing her. "I promise I'll make you feel good," he murmured before extending the kiss from her lips to her neck and then to her chest. Elisa had thought about being in such a position before and she had been afraid. But this time she would not have wanted to be anywhere else, for any reason in the world.

"I know it hurts," she murmured, now fully stretched out on her back. He nodded. "Yes, but I'll stop if I have to, and I promise I'll make it comfortable," she felt something unfamiliar under her stomach and swallowed.

When she saw him, her eyes widened and he gave in to his male pride and gave her a mischievous smile. "I don't think it will fit," the man held back a laugh and Elisa blushed even more. "I assure you it will fit," they were silent for a few seconds, then burst into complicit laughter. Marcus regained his composure and slowly, cautiously, broke through the opening and sank in. "It stings," Elisa admitted, wrinkling her eyebrows, "but it's not ... unpleasant." He smiled, trying not to lose focus and make her uncomfortable. He nodded and placed his lips gently on her collarbone. It began to hurt more and more, but she understood that she had to hold on a little longer.

"The worst is over, my love," he reassured her. Elisa finally got used to the feeling and found it divine. "I am devoted to you, with all my heart," she whispered against his wet lips. His thrusts became faster, but he did his best to be careful and not go too deep for fear of hurting her.

"Does it hurt?" he managed to ask through clenched teeth. She shook her head, panting. "What do you need, my love?" She looked breathless. Elisa's chest swelled with pride; she had never imagined a man would be so vulnerable and available to her. There was no need for them to communicate in words; somehow he knew her body better than she did. She felt her lower abdomen begin to tense and heard her breathing falter, so she turned her hips faster. Elisa tightened her hand on his neck, her fingers running through his curls. Finally she moaned loudly, overwhelmed by the sensation and the warmth in her belly; he joined her shortly after.

She caught her breath; she had forgotten about the wedding, about her brother's demands, about her heart contracting in fear of an uncertain future.

"I promise I will give you a boy," she said in a breathy voice. He kissed her and did not answer.

[gracev0609]

I Was Born to Love You - Jake's Version Pt. 3

A gracev0609 / @losfacedevil Collaboration.

A short 3rd chapter to wrap up Jake's Version.

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, although there isn't anything explicit in this chapter this story is not for anyone under 18, bare torsos.

The house was quiet besides the low hum coming from the tv, Sevda has her legs draped over Jake's lap with Emma in her arms. Jake quietly rubbed Sevda's feet while she fed her her morning bottle.

His gaze fell from Sevda's face to his baby's,”She really is perfect Sevvie. You did so well, baby. I love her so much.”

His fingers danced up her legs, massaging her calf muscles,she sighs and smiles,” I couldn't have done it without you.”

Comfortable silence fell between the two of them and Jake peers at the clock on the wall,” What time is your mom bringing Jade back?”

“Probably around noon, they're only getting breakfast and going to the park. Your brothers are getting here at One?”

“Yeah, they are. I'm excited for her uncles to meet her. I'm doing it the right way this time.”

Sevda chuckles gently as she moves Emma in her arms to burp her against the cloth on her shoulder. Jake watches in awe as she maneuvers gracefully like it's second nature. She catches his stare,”What?”

“Nothing, you just look good like that. You're a great Momma Sev.”

She blushes, the apples of her cheeks reddening,” Do you wanna be a good Dad and change her for me?”

Nerves erupt in his stomach, he hasn't quite gotten this step down yet and he doesn't want to mess up.

“Can you help me? I don't want to do it wrong.”

“Of course I can help you.” She hands him his little pink baby, to which he cradles her to his chest. He offers her a hand to help her up from the couch, her body still sore. She leads him to the changing table and gets out wipes and a new diaper. He still can't get over how tiny everything is, her diapers look more like they could fit a doll versus his daughter. Gently, as if she's made of glass he places her down on the table, and unfastens the sides of her soiled diaper.

Sev hands him a wipe and instructs him what to do. As he's cleaning her, Sevda starts to giggle.

“What could possibly be so funny right now? I'm literally cleaning baby shit.”

“Check your stank face Dad, it's not that bad!”

He realizes he's subconsciously clenching his jaw and scrunching his nose.

“It's pretty bad Sev. I wasn't exactly looking forward to wiping butts.”

She shakes her head, continuing to laugh at him. She helps him get her clean and dry, wrapping her up in a new diaper.

“See! You can do it! A couple more times and it'll be routine.”

He fixes her onesie before picking her back up, placing a few kisses to her little head.

“Daddy's got ya, right Emma? We'll figure it all out with Momma's help.”

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A knock at the door retrieves them from their little bubble they've been in since Jade got home. He gets up and starts towards the door, looking back at the couch where Sevda is holding Emma with Jade gently petting her head. Once he opens the door he's met with Josh and his family, Sam and Danny, everyone arriving at the same time.

“Come in! Come in, she's still awake.”

One by one Jake's family makes their way into his home, not before giving him a bone crushing hug as they cross the threshold.

The group is led into the living room, where Jade scrambles from the couch excited to see everyone,”Come on! Come meet Emma Mae! She's my sister!”

Jake picks at his fingernail,”Sammy should go first, don't ya think?”

A somewhat smug grin forms on Sam's lips,” Oh? So I'm good enough to meet this baby before she turns five?”

An exasperated sigh blows from Jake's mouth and Sam laughs,”You know I had to put that out there!’

Jake locks eyes with Sam as he subtly scratches his nose with his middle finger, secretly giving him a ‘fuck you’ without giving Jade any ideas.

Sevda calls,”Come here Sammy, come sit with us.”

As he rounds the corner she watches him melt taking in the tiny form of his big brothers baby.

His voice is so soft as he sits down,” Hi Em… She's so beautiful Sevda,” His smile stretches from ear to ear,” I'm your Uncle Sammy.”

The rest of them take up space in the surrounding couches watching as Sevda deposits Emma into Sam's arms. He looks up at her with wide eyes, almost surprised she's letting him hold her tiny baby. She pets his hair back,” You've got her Sam, I trust you, nothing is going to happen.”

He looks down at the bundle in his arms,” She's so small, Halina wasn't this small.”

“Halina was a few weeks older when you met her. They grow pretty fast.”

He looks down at the little pink baby swaddled in his arms, his eyes tracing her features. The soft brown baby hairs on her head, her little eyebrows, and her button nose. He commits the image of Jake's baby girl to his memory.

After a little while Josh gets impatient, eager for his turn. Josh picks up the baby from Sam's arms, switching places on the couch.

“Hi sweetheart. You're looking a bit different than the last time I saw you! Not so goopy.”

Sev places her head in her palm,” Ew, Josh. Please.”

She laughs as she sees Sam and Danny's faces curl up in disgust,” You're scaring the poor boys!”

One by one, Emma's aunt and all of her uncles got a chance to hold and meet her. Jake couldn't recall another time where his heart felt quite this full, this is how it was supposed to be, his family and his girls.

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“Alright! I'm all ready in here!,” Sam called from the doorway of the den. He had claimed this was the room with the best lighting for the photos, so they cleared Jade's toys away and helped him set up.

Jade came zooming in first, her cream colored dress fluttering behind her,” I'm ready for my photoshoot Uncle Sammy!”

He laughs at her excitement. Jake and Sevda enter the room, also dressed in cream. Her dress is low cut and flowy, and Jake's in his signature button down and linen pants.

Sam exclaims,” Jake! You didn't even dress up!”

He runs his hand down the front of his shirt,” Hey, it's not my fault I already had this when Sev said what colors she wanted us to wear.”

Sam shakes his head and goes back to his camera, adjusting the settings,” Okay so. Sev texted me that we're doing group shots first, and then she wants skin to skin shots for the both of you.”

“Yup that's perfect Sam!” Sevda says, fixing the little bow on the front of Jade's dress.

After numerous poses and some candid shots they were ready to move on to the skin to skin shots. He already had enough pictures to fill a small album, but he knew the next shoot was going to be something special for Jake and Sevda. He needed to do the moment justice. Sevda leaned back against the chaise lounge they had brought in for the pictures. Gingerly she unwraps her baby's cream colored cloth diaper she had put her in and slides down the straps of her dress, one by one taking her arms out.

Jake furrows his brow,” What are you doing Sev?”

She makes a face,sliding her top down to her waist exposing her chest,”Doing the skin to skin pictures?”

“But Sam-”

“Oh come on Jake, it's nothing scandalous! Sam has surely seen tits before. And besides, you've seen more of Y/N!”

Sam whips his head around, looking to Jake,” What do you mean, has seen more of Y/N?!”

“Well-”

“Wait! Do I want to know?”

“Oh my god Sam it's nothing weird! She said I've seen more of her because I was the one who helped her have Halina. Josh was about to pass out and I was back up.”

Sam shakes his head laughing and brings the camera back up to his face capturing a few shots. After a dozen or so he pulls the camera away from his face, flipping out the screen so Jake can see his work.

He looks at the LCD screen, the beauty that was his newborn laying on her mother's chest was artfully captured. The curves and valleys of Sevda's soft chest complimenting the softness of his baby's skin was one of the most beautiful things he's ever seen. Sam has captured them in a way that was truly breathtaking.

“I- I love it… Thank you.”

Satisfied with his answer Sam goes over to Sevda, showing her the outcome of the pictures.

“Sam! That's so beautiful! You made us look so pretty.”

He instructs them to switch, so Jake takes off his shirt, sitting down in the same spot Sev had just inhabited. Sevvie placed Emma down on Jake's smooth, softly sculpted chest and he looks down at her, his hair falling forward.

“Here, let me put your hair back.” She ties his long locks back into a bun at the base of his neck.

After a few clicks of his camera Sam asks if Jake can slide her down a little further so she can rest on his stomach. Emma's warm chubby cheek pressed against Jake's tummy was the focal point of Sam's pictures. He took a few, some close, and some far enough away that he could capture Jake's side profile as he looked at his baby with love in his eyes.

Once finished Sam straightens back up and shows Sevda what he has captured for her.

“Oh! That's perfect!” She points her finger at the screen,” That's the one I'm going to get put on a canvas for the living room. It's gorgeous!”

She cradles the baby into her side, and grasps Jake's hand with the other leading him into the living room.

She drops his hand pointing to the space above the fireplace,”Here would be a perfect spot!”

The smile on his face grows and Sevda continues talking about their pictures and where she wants to put them and all he can think is this is what I've always wanted.

Fin.

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Chapter One

A/N: This is the beginning of Zilla and Moriah's journey. It may be a little choppy but it'll get smoother starting with the next chapter! Excuse any errors I missed! Enjoy!

Warnings: Angst, implied smut, cursing, 18+ only

Prologue

Laughter, singing, and kids screaming happily outside the house could be heard inside. The Fatu family were no strangers to a good barbecue and never needed a reason to have one but this one was special. An honor must of them honestly thought they would never get. But while all the fun was had on the outside, half of the guests of honor was in the bedroom. 

"It already started, Mama, like two hours ago. You said you were coming."

"Okay so if I already told you that I'm coming then why call me, Moriah?"

"Because you're not here yet, Mama. You're never late, you hate being late." She huffed.

The door opened catching Moriah's attention, Zilla slipped in closing the door behind himself. He mouthed "who that?" to her to which she put the call on speaker. 

"Moriah, please. It's a barbecue, those things never end. I'll get there when I get there."

Again, Moriah huffed. "Just please come soon, Mama."

"I will now stop frowning. You're gonna wrinkle."

To that Moriah rolled her eyes then mouthed for Zilla to speak to her. He hesitated for a moment until his saw her brow raise. 

"What's goin' on, Ms. Nadine? How you doin'?"

Nadine grunted audibly. "Hello, Isayah. I'm doing well. And you?"

Moriah put the call on mute for a second, "Please don't. You know she is." She took the call off mute.

"Good to hear that, ma'am. I'm well also."

"I'm sure. Moriah?"

"Ma'am?"

"Don't call again unless something is wrong. I'll get there when I get there."

Zilla waited for her to get off the phone then did it from her hands and into the pocket of his basketball shorts. He pulled her up from the bed then moved his hands to her waist, holding her body against his. She stared up at him with a frown on her face. 

"Talk to Zilla. Tell Zilla what's wrong."

"She's being annoying, she's gonna wait until way later to come and when she does come she's gonna act all stank."

He pecked her lips. "Since you know that's how she gon act then it's a good thing she's not coming until later. You still got time to enjoy yourself. Right?"

She mocked him playfully. "Yeah but it's been a year, she shouldn't still be acting like that about us being together."

"I appreciate that you upset about how she feel about me but don't. Ms. Nadine ain't liked me since we was kids, man," he laughed, "And me going away ain't help that shit. She may not ever like me and you gotta be aight with that never changing or that shit gon eat at you and ruin us. Feel me?"

Moriah scrunched her face up at him, "They send your ass to therapy a few times and now you Dr. Phil. Get on my nerves making sense."

He laughed heartily, one of his hands coming up to clutch his chest. "You got jokes but I'm forreal. I'm good whether she with us or not. As long as I got you and you got me, we got all we need. Aight?"

"Aight, Zay."

His hands moved down to her ass, giving it a tight grip."That's right. Gimmie kiss so we can get out there, the fam was looking for you."

"Thought we were gonna have to come looking for yall. Yall was hidin? Tryna make babies?" Jacob asked jokingly from the grill.

Moriah thumped his neck as she passed him. "Hush up. Ain't nobody making no babies. Mama, get him!"

Laughing, Leata looked up from the bubbles she was opening for the kids. 

"Leave them alone, Jacob. No babies for them right now, they have more important things to do."

Zilla went to bump shoulders playfully with him, "I ain't been in there but like five minutes. It take a whole lot longer than that. Ain't that right, Fat?"

Moriah stared at him, trying to hold her laughter as her cheeks heated up. "You're embarrassing, stop talking to me."

"Moriah," Leata called out, "Sau ia ma ua."

After giving Zilla a kiss, Moriah followed Leata to a quiet corner of the backyard. The two of them hadn't been able to talk as much as they're used to with them trying to get all the last minute things together for the barbecue and all the company wanting to speak to them respectively. 

"Yes ma'am?"

"Just wanted to talk to you before things get really hectic," she explained, watching everybody else, "This past year has been the best that Zilla has had in years. Literally years. And having you by his side has been amazing to see. You two have always worked so well together."

Listening intently, Moriah never took her eyes off of the older woman. She wanted to soak in all of her words, not miss a beat. Their relationship is something she has always treasured.

"I've been there with you both as you both have been building up to this moment. I've been there to support, to help, to hold, to referee," she joked, making them both laugh, "But now you two are about to be on the other side of the country doing your things that you've worked so hard far and I won't be there physically. Although I am only one call away, you two have to remember that all you have is each other."

Moriah spoke softly, "Yes ma'am."

"Eventually you'll build a circle that you both can lean on when necessary but for now it's Zilla and Fat, Fat and Zilla. When my son is too stubborn to remember that, because he will be," she chuckled, "You remind him of that. Remind him of what you're both fighting for and where you both came from."

"I will. He's gonna hate hearing it repeatedly," she laughed, "But I'm gonna tell him, Ma."

Leata finally turned her gaze to Moriah, tears in her eyes that she didn't let fall and a smile on her face. "You both are gonna do amazing, I'll visit whenever I can and remember that alcohol cancels out your birth control."

The sun was nearly setting by the time Nadine made an appearance, unfortunately for her though barbecue had only slowed a little. She entered through the backyard gate, carrying a medium sized gift bag and a slight frown on her face. Her eyes scanned the yard until they landed on her daughter, her frown lifted slightly seeing Moriah. 

"Nadine, I'm glad you could make it. You can sit the gift on the table if you'd like," Leata offered as she approached. 

Nadine shook her head. "Thank you but no, I wanna give it to her myself. You decorated nicely, I like it."

"I can't take all the credit, Rye helped me out with it. Listen, can we talk before you speak to them?"

Although Nadine didn't want to, she obliged. She didn't really have an issue with Leata, not a big one anyway. She followed Leata into the house and into the kitchen. The two of them sat at the breakfast table. 

"She's been looking for you all day, wondering when you were gonna show up."

"She so dramatic," Nadine chuckled, "I told that girl I was coming. Is that what you wanted to talk about? 23 years old and acting like this, yet she's getting ready to move across the country. Tuh."

Leata sat quietly for a moment trying to choose her words carefully as not to upset Nadine. "I get it, she's your only baby and she's growing up, moving away … it's difficult to deal with. He's not my only but he is my baby so I get feeling apprehensive about the whole move. What makes me feel better is knowing that they're gonna have each other."

"Her leaving doesn't make me apprehensive. I expected her to leave and take on a career." Nadine explained flatly. "But what I am apprehensive about and what I did not expect is my daughter making this move because of your son. Making this move with nothing but one car, their clothes and a few personal items."

"Moriah is not making this move because of my son, Nadine. Moriah and Zilla made this decision together after he'd been offered a contract." Leata snapped back. "She may not have a job yet but it'll come. Any hospital would be happy to have her. And yeah they may not have a lot of material items but they have somewhere to lay their heads at night."

The two women calmly went back and forth for the next ten minutes about their children and their plan. Neither planned on backing down from their positions but were able to keep it respectful, which was the hardest for Leata. She couldn't understand why Nadine was so against their relationship and their move. Jacob had walked in on the conversation then walked right back, he let Moriah know that her mother had made it. 

"Who knows how long they've been in there," Moriah groaned. "Let me get in there. You coming, babe?"

A part of him wanted to say no but he knew he couldn't let her go alone so he nodded. 

"But listen calm down before you get in there. You was havin' a good time, enjoyin' yourself until you found out she was here. Don't let her ruin your mood like that. Aight? Promise me."

"But I," Zilla raising his brows stopped her, "Okay, I promise. I'm calm."

Nodding, Zilla turned his girlfriend around and gently guided her towards the house. When they got inside, the mothers were still going back and forth which made Moriah internally groan. 

"Hey, Mama. You look petty."

Getting up from her chair, Nadine finally smiled as she hugged her daughter tight. Zilla and Leata watched them, making eye contact with each other when they realized Moriah held her hands at her side for most of the hug. Nadine let her go, checking out the outfit.

"Thank you. You look cute, showing those legs today I see."

"Thanks. I know you see Zilla behind me, Mama."

"Hmm," she glanced at the young man then stepped around her daughter to hug him briefly, "Of course I did. Couldn't miss him, he's attached to your hip. How are you, Isayah?"

He chuckled, ignoring her slight shade. "I'm good, Ms. Nadine. I do be attached to her hip, if I could get in her skin I'd be there too I can't lie. How you doing though? You good? You aight, Ms. Nadine?"

"I just bet you would. I'm fine, Isaiah." She huffed turning back to her daughter. "Did you tell your father about your big move?"

"Told him when I told you. He excited about it, Mama. I wish you would be too." She admitted honestly. 

"Well don't waste a wish on that cause it won't ever happen."

Moriah knew she promised her boyfriend that she would be calm and relaxed but her mother was grating her last nerve into dust. She punched the bridge of her nose momentarily. "Why are you being such a butt about this, Ma? Just be happy for me, even if you don't like him do it for me."

"Moriah DeBreaux, did you just call me an ass? Absolutely not, ma'am. Unacceptable."

"Well that's what you're acting like. I would like for you to be happy for me," she stressed. "We're leaving in the morning and you can't even try to act happy."

Watching her daughter with a brow raised, Nadine waited until she was sure Moriah was done. She stepped closer to her daughter, maintaining eye contact. 

"I love you, Moriah. I love you so much that I don't wanna see you ruin your life but I wish you and him luck on your move. I hope that I'm wrong and it's everything you ever wanted." A faint smile showed on Moriah's face as she readied herself to hug her mother but was stopped. Zilla moved to stand behind his girlfriend, putting his hands on her shoulders and Leata watched from her seat at the breakfast table. "However, if I'm right and you realize that this move and this relationship was a terrible decision like I said it was, you are always welcome back home with me. I won't even say I told you so."

"It's probably best if you leave, Nadine. That's enough." Leata spoke softly. "They're leaving at 5 tomorrow morning if you would like to see them off."

Before leaving Nadine gave Moriah her gift, Leata excused herself so the young couple could talk. Knowing she was down, Zilla massaged her shoulders quietly giving her space to talk when she was ready. It was no secret to anyone in their lives how Nadine felt about him and the relationship, it was also no secret about the way Nadine's feeling made Moriah feel. While it was no skin off Zilla's back, his girlfriend's feelings mattered to him. 

"She could've just turned down the invite. Hell, I shouldn't have even invited her and all of this would've been avoided," she expressed into the air. "I see why my dad got outta that house."

Zilla hummed, letting her know he was listening. She chuckled humorlessly as she opened the gift bag making him peer over her shoulder into the bag.

"What's that?"

Moriah started to take the items out of the bag, sitting them on the table. "Ring doorbell, a set of towels and washcloths, and a box of condoms that wouldn't fit you if we tried."

He chuckled a bit, "Damn so she don't think I can keep you safe or clean and my dick small. Damn, that's fucked up."

She couldn't help the laugh that escaped her as she turned to face her boyfriend. Taking his face into her hands, she pulled him down to kiss him through her laughs. 

"I guess so but we know better."

He pecked her lips a few times then reached for the box of condoms, studying the box with a slight smirk on his face. "She really looked at me and said extra small. That shit wild. What you told her, Fat?"

The way her eyes lit up as she threw her head back and laughed, made him laugh with her. He loved to see that smile on her face, he'd do whatever he could to keep it there. 

"I ain't tell her nothing, Zay. Especially not that. I'm not even sure an extra small would fit on your finger," 

"Shid, let's find out," he laughed, opening the box. He pulled one out, bringing it to his mouth to tear it open without missing the look on her face. "What? What you lookin at me like that for?"

She scrunched her face, feeling her body heat up a little. "I don't think I've ever seen you open a condom before, that's all."

"It's usually already open," he shrugged, tossing the paper onto the counter once he got the condom out, "You like that?"

She nodded slowly. "Yup."

"Noted," he responded, focused on balancing the condom on his index finger, "Roll it down fa' me, Fat."

The intrusive thoughts were getting to her but she pushed them aside to do what he asked. Carefully, she rolled it down his finger not being able to hold her giggles in. He laughed with her as he waited for her to finish. 

"Look like it fit," he joked, flexing his finger at her. "But it damn sho ain't gon fit nowhere else."

"It ain't but why she felt the need to get the lubricated one," Moriah laughed, wiping the residue on her shorts. 

"Guess she tryna say you need a lil help," he laughed, dodging her hit, "I'm just saying, man. Come 'ere so I can test this out."

She backed away from him, laughing. "Oh uhn uhn, no. Your family is out there."

"And you ain't ever cared any other time." He took another step towards her while she took one back. "You gon make me chase you, Fat? Come 'ere, girl."

Fifteen hours after they said their goodbyes in Houston, Moriah and Zilla arrived in Orlando at the apartment complex they would call home for the foreseeable future. They laughed, they cried, they argued a bit on their drive but it was all worth it. The leasing manager was nice enough to wait on their arrival to hand off their keys even though it was after seven when they arrived. Moriah had slept through the last leg of the drive and Zilla getting the keys which he was more than okay with. He wanted to surprise her in a way. 

Parking in front of their building, Zilla shook her gently speaking softly to her. 

"Come on, Fat. Time to wake up, babygirl." He leaned across the seat to kiss her face. "Get on up, Fat."

Moriah slowly woke from her nap, rubbing at her face and looking around. "Where are we, babe?"

He smiled widely, dangling their keys. "We home, baby."

For the next couple of hours, they worked together on bringing their belongings up to their second floor, one bedroom apartment and getting it unpacked. The bulk of their things were their clothes and all the gifts from the barbecue. They were thankful his mom had the idea to make it a housewarming/going away barbecue. They'd gotten so many gifts from family and friends of items they would need for their apartment. They're favorite gift after that long drive was the air mattress, one of his aunts had gotten them. Instead of taking their bed across country, they opted to buy a new one whenever they could once in Florida. 

"Where you want the TV and the bed?" He asked, pulling his shirt over his head then wiped his sweat with it. 

"Uuh we can go head and put it in the bedroom, babe. No need in us sleeping in the living room when we have a room." He nodded, going to start inflating the bed. She continued to stock their kitchen items away. "I'm gonna order dinner! What do you want?"

"I'll eat whatever! Don't matter to me," he yelled from the bedroom. 

She mumbled a joke under her breath, laughing softly at it. Once she was done, she ordered Chipotle for them then went to check on him. Zilla was putting the final touches on the now made up bed, it brought a smile to Moriah's face.

"You're much better at that than I am," she joked, approaching him. She leaned up on her toes to kiss him. "Looks good."

"Thank you. You ordered the food already?" 

"Yeah, should be here in like 30 minutes."

"Bet. Ima take a shower before it gets here. You good before I do that?" He saw a familiar look pass her face before she shook her head. "You sure? Cause every time I ask and you say no, you get to yellin' my name while I'm tryna wash my ass."

She laughed, flicking his arm. "I do not do that all the time but I'm sure. Go, go wash ya stank butt. Go."

After his shower and hers, the couple sat on their living room floor eating their dinner together. Since they got back together, they made it a point to eat together whenever they were together. 

"You tell Booker you made it?" 

He nodded, taking a moment to chew and swallow his food."I did and he told me to let Hunter know too. So did that."

"Aaaand," Moriah pushed, barely containing her excitement. 

"Told me to be at the PC at 8 tomorrow ready to work."

Moriah put her food aside then moved closer, throwing her arms around him, careful of his food. She kissed his face repeatedly. "I'm so proud of you, Zay. You better be proud of yourself too. You're gonna be great, everybody already love you so you have nothing to worry about."

She felt him deflate under her so she hugged him tighter. His thoughts rushed to him, too many at one time bouncing off of the walls of his mind. 

"What if I fuck it up?" He asked softly. 

"What if you kill it? They wouldn't have went out their way to offer a contract, let alone let you negotiate up if they didn't think you could do it, Zay." She coached softly as she rubbed his head. "Don't overthink this. Booker is gonna be there with you and you know wherever you go, your dad is there too."

He kissed her arm, pulling away from the hug. "Yeah, thank you. What you gon get up to tomorrow? I'm prolly gon be gone all day."

Moriah knew what that meant, the conversation about him was over and maybe they would circle back but she wouldn't hold her breath on it. She went back to her spot, noticing the small smile on his face. 

"Get our internet and cable turned on, maybe put the ring camera up and depending on how those two go I'm either gonna get groceries delivered or Uber to get it."

"Shit," he mumbled, "If you wanna take the car, you can drop me off or I'll uber. I ain't even think about it."

She waved him off with her fork back in her hands, "I'm fine, I promise. You take the car."

"You don't need to be in no strange car, Fat. I'm serious."

"Okay so I won't uber, I'll get it delivered. Deal?" She asked, trying to end it. "I honestly don't feel like leaving the apartment anyway."

Eyeing her for a second, he accepted her words and went back to his food. The thought of him potentially being too busy to answer the phone if she was in trouble didn't feel good to him. It was the two of them now and he took protecting her even more seriously.

"Aight but I mean it, don't let me find out you did that shit anyway, Moriah. I ain't playin."

"Okay, Daddy Zilla," she joked, trying to make him laugh, "I promise that I won't uber without you. Scouts honor."

"When you gon apply to them hospitals? Or you finally stopped being hard headed and ain't gon work like I suggested?" 

She rolled her eyes playfully. "Wanting to work is not being hard headed, baby. I didn't go to school all this time and stress me, you and your mom out tryna study for that test just to not use my degree, Zilla. Oh I'm working in somebody hospital."

They laughed together, Zilla threw his napkin at her catching her in the forehead. 

"When you put it that way, hell yeah yo ass finna go to work," he added, "I ain't get none for like a month fuckin with that test that you was cryin' bout. So back to my original question, when you gon apply?"

She mocked him through her laughter. "Shut up, I was not that bad but I'm gonna do it tomorrow while I have peace and quiet."

"I caught that shade but that's fine, don't be kissin' on me when I get home tomorrow since you said that. I'm proud of you though. Can't wait for you to get on so I can slide up there to see you," he rubbed his hands thinking about it, "If ion see you ima ask them to page Nurse Fat for me. Tell em I'm feelin' a lil feverish."

"Boy," she fell out laughing, "Do not come harassing me at my job. Ima call security."

"Damn I can't come see my lady at work. I'm tryna see you in ya scrubs and shit and take you to lunch but you gon call them people on me. That's cold, Fat. Real cold."

After dinner, the couple cleaned up and got ready for the next day. Their wind down ended with them relaxing comfortably on their air mattress. Neither of them realized how tired they were from their cross country trek until that moment. Knowing they would both fall asleep soon, Zilla facetimed his mom so they both could hear her voice before drifting off.

"My babies," she smiled as soon as her face came into view, "You both look worn out."

Zilla pulled his girlfriend closer, her back to his front, resting his head on her slightly.

"Cause we are," She giggled softly. "Especially after being so alert with road rage here driving." 

Laughing, he spanked her thighs playfully. "That's you with that road rage, staring people down and shit."

Leata interrupted through her laughter knowing the two of them would continue to go back and forth. "Well either way, I'm glad you two made it. Call me tomorrow, let me know how things went. I love you both."

"Love you too," the couple responded simultaneously.

As the words were leaving their lips, Zilla and Moriah were falling asleep. Leata's voice being the ultimate comfort for them. She watched them a while longer and prayed for them both before ending their call.

[echo-goes-mmm]

Moonflower #1

Prompt

Masterpost

Next

Warnings: torture, rape mention

They had stolen him in the summer, which seemed like cheating. He was a spring, and summer was for laziness and play after a strong season. He shouldn’t have had to worry about mortals trapping him in iron.

It didn’t matter now. 

Moonflower had no idea where he was, except that he was far from the fae realm. The cell was unforgiving cold stone, with horrid iron bars that burnt his skin and weakened his magic. There was no sun, or clean air, or any plants at all. Not even moss.

It was suffocating.

What did they want from him? Wishes, or luck charms? Moonflower was a simple nymph, not gentry but wild. His magic was unimpressive; not suited for the miracles mortals often craved.

He could hear distant footsteps coming towards him.

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Moonflower stuck his fingers down his throat, vomiting up the saltwater they forced him to swallow. The salt hurt like a thousand tiny cuts, the sheer amount of his making his tongue bleed.

The wound wouldn’t last long, but he’d rather get his mouth salted than see what it would do in his stomach.

The air stank of his burnt flesh, and the sizzling sound of iron on his skin still echoed around in his mind.

Summer was slipping through his fingers, and he was so tired. But he had to hold out. 

He would not give them his name. No matter what they tried.

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Stars, he was weak. Couldn’t even fight back anymore. In the beginning, he trashed and bit and clawed. It took three men to hold him down then, and now mundane rope kept him in place.

Fall was turning to winter, and he wasn’t sure if he was going to make it. Winter was hard on him; springs didn’t do well in frost. His color was fading, which had never happened, even in blizzards. His hair was graying, becoming brittle like dead leaves.

Moonflower was starving to death. He was starving for more than fresh meat and water, he needed light and air. He’d even settle for eating soil like a seedling. Just a taste of something other than cold stone and salt and iron.

He curled up on the floor the best he could, trying to stave off the cold. His clothes were long gone, and his nakedness bothered him when it hadn’t before. Plenty of fae wore nothing, but here-

He saw the way they looked at him.

He didn’t want to think about it. Moonflower closed his eyes and tried to sleep the hunger away. 

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“Good morning, fae boy.” Moonflower opened his eyes slowly. He had a headache, and the blood on his skin was still tacky.

“What, no snarling? Not even a little growl?” Moonflower said nothing. It didn’t matter what he said; it was only wasted energy. It was midwinter, and he just wanted to sleep.

“You look like shit,” said the mortal. He crouched down in front of him. Moonflower must look really pathetic if the mortal was so blasé about it.

“Got anything to tell me?” Moonflower stared at him. He felt numb, an aching emptiness.

“Suit yourself,” shrugged the human. He pulled out an iron knife from his belt. The mortal pressed it to his neck, searing his skin.

Moonflower whined, high in his throat. He couldn’t take this anymore. The salt, the iron, the rape.

And when he died, they’d just take another of his kin. Maybe they’d even snatch a seedling. He couldn’t let this happen to a child.

“Moonflower,” he croaked. The human pulled away, and the cool air did little to help the burning.

“What did you say?”

He dug his nails into his palms. “My name is Moonflower, and you may have it.”

The human grinned down at him, a sadistic look on his face, and Moonflower immediately regretted it.

“Moonflower,” said the human, and every muscle and nerve in his body was alight with magic, waiting for a command.

But then the human let go of the puppet strings. He sank against the cold stone, trembling.

“Now we can finally start your training.”

Of course.

It was never going to be over; it was never going to stop. No matter what he did.

Moonflower looked up at the human, and felt nothing at all.

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[dwtsfun]

Dancing with the Stars Season 33: Weeks 3 and 4

Sorry this is so late. I was out of town for a few days last week including Monday. So I couldn't watch DWTS until Wednesday. And I was trying to get caught up with all of my shows, so this kinda got pushed to the back burner. I'm gonna make this brief as the show starts for the east coast and central time zones in less than an hour. I think it's been beaten to death, so I won't go into much detail about Gene Simmons sucking as a guest judge. Just know that he was the worst we've had on this show and that DWTS might wanna chill with the stunts. Unfortunately for Rosie, her guest judge appearance was overshadowed by Gene. But she was honestly great, kind or constructive with her critiques while still giving the kind guest judge points. While I'm sad that they left, it was time for Eric and Reggie to go. I feel like both had reached their physical limits and were only going to get worse/injure themselves as time went on.

Chandler was my favorite on both nights. Brandon choreographed one of my favorite dances that I've seen on this show with that cha-cha. I wanted more of it. While Chandler's jive wasn't as strong of a dance, it was still the best of night 2 (week 4) in my opinion. I said this on twitter, but Brandon is proving to be the male heir to Derek and Mark's throne. The man is very good at what he does, he just is never able to get through to the end to really get his props. And that's not really his or his partner's faults.

Joey is starting to be given a lot of leniency in his dances. While he is the best male there, it's not a huge gap between him and Stephen. His jive was good, but his feet were messy. His tango was okay, but stompy and definitely not the best male tango ever on the show. So let's chill out shall we. The man is good and he's a natural. He's no Gilles Marini or James Hinchcliffe.

Danny's foxtrot was super impressive and my second favorite dance of both nights. He turned the charm on and I was shocked. His paso was kinda blah, but he's improving. I hope he stays around for a long time because I see great things from him. Stephen is such an awkward mover. I didn't care for any of his dances. He has to work on his musicality and his posture. They're fun, but their dances are not impressing like they should (outside of that jive).

I hate that Ilona's nerves got the better of her in her jive. But her foxtrot was gorgeous. I need Alan to continue to tap into that energy for her moving forward. I think it will help her nerves for sure. Jenn is actually dancing better than I was expecting her to. Sasha is also doing a better job of choreographing her than he has in the past. One thing, she needs to work on really extending her lines. She's short, so her lines feel extra short when she doesn't extend.

Dwight completely forgot that cha-cha, but it was so much fun that I didn't care. It was a good time. That paso was extremely respectable though. So I'm excited for the continued growth and what things Daniella has in store for this partnership. Brooks has not danced a single dance that I have cared for. This falls on Gleb. He sucks and I'm sick of him. Either fire him or someone needs to discipline him. The entitled attitude is so stank and I want it gone. I wish Brooks had a better partner. She has so much potential and a pro that doesn't wanna get off his ass and work. And Phaedra? Well, she's a great performer. But her technique is not good. I don't think Val has given her dances that look good on her. On twitter I said that Phaedra isn't a "dancer" but she's someone that you can easily make look like a dancer. And that comes with giving her dances that look good on her. A lot of what she's done might look good for his other partners. Not Phaedra.

So that's it. Let me know your thoughts and I will talk to you all soon. Glad I got this out *checks time* 8 minutes before the show starts lol.

[mimikoflamemaker]

The Price of Prejudice

Geralt didn’t like the inn the moment they crossed the threshold. It stank, somehow more so than other shady places he remembered visiting. It hardly looked like a place where travelers stopped. Maybe if they had no other choice. ‘Freaks again’ someone mumbled from the corner. ‘As if we didn’t have enough of those coming here…’ He lost his nerve as soon as Geralt looked over and bent his lips in a parody of a smile. Before he could turn towards the men sitting at the corner table, Vesemir’s hand rested on his shoulder. The old witcher simply shook his head and continued towards the counter. The innkeeper glanced up at them briefly, before dropping his eyes back to the wood he was wiping. Geralt didn’t miss the disgust that pulled his face into a tight grimace. ‘We don’t have any rooms’ he mumbled without looking up at them. ‘It’s a good thing we are not looking for accommodation’ Vesemir replied, keeping his tone measured and calm.

A/N: It's probably a mistake posting-wise, but I have not updated these series in such a long time, this isn't even funny. This story just kept giving me troubles... or maybe I just dislike hurting my characters. But I finally managed, mostly spurred on by season 3 of the Netflix series and I'd rather like the outcome. Enjoy!

[fiercefauna]

The following is a brief terror tale not affiliated with SCP, it hales from a Plague Doctor based fictional universe I’ve been developing while I binge on classic Lovecraft. Take it as a stand alone if you choose to read, if not just enjoy the picture. Trigger warnings - violence, possible body horror and fictional use of western religion.

I call this one, Ye of Little Faith

“There is no god, just let them pray. I can’t believe that I have to defend these people to you! And put your mask back on! Damn it, they’ll see your face!” 

I let go of my former school master and motioned for the guards to keep him out of the church. Darcy was foaming at the mouth, a string of snot dangling from the left nostril of his permanent filtration fixture. 

“I witnessed a damn angel catch the disease and turn wrong. I’ve witnessed devils leave the possessed to avoid infection. Ghosts, the souls of the dead, still carry the contagion. The land, the bloody weather, behaves differently. Even gravity is corrupted. Our Lord, be he only an idea, may himself be susceptible!” 

“You’re being paranoid, the miasma does have its limits. I’m a man of reason not faith, but in your case I’ll have to recommend it.” 

“We have the tainted relics of the lost saints, Rome has disavowed them. The people may keep these as their gods, but invoking the most high is too dangerous. Think of those still clean, the sickness could find them in heaven!” 

I looked up as a low moan announced the arrival of the Charnel Chimera. Roughly the size of an adult elephant, it reminded of a sloth or large tortoise, and it stank. The short, stocky vanguard  running behind with their water cart spraying it down, wasn’t improving things. 

“Was this all there was?” 

A vanguard bent over and caught her breath. “It’s very young, some of it’s outer parts are still being - digested.” 

Darcy struggled in their grasp. “Feeding me to that thing will not change the truth!” 

l grabbed one of the two visible heads and smelled it’s breath. The beast was cooperative in that regard, being far larger than I, it wasn’t beholden to force. 

Ambergris, it’s insides smelled of putrefaction turned pleasant by a biochemical miracle. I warned myself not to give in to the recruitment powers of the disease. It wasn’t even an animalcule, no causative agent had yet been found and so it didn’t deserve even the respect given to something so natural as a germ. 

Still, the pheromone lingered in my complex sinuses; the antennae by which we were controlled, perhaps by the disease itself, to do its bidding. A frivolous assumption that, otherwise why be so driven to stop the contagion’s spread?  

The vanguard held Darcy in place as the beast removed his head and the requisite nerves. I turned and headed home. 

Within the monster he would sleep, kept well by an elaborate chemical oft called “liquid love.” Perhaps he’d eventually be given a new body when the passage of time allayed his fears. Till then, the remains would be salvaged, perhaps for parts, perhaps for food. In the meantime, I’d be sure to avoid any delicacies offered to me by the vanguard.  

[phatburd]

because I love being annoying (❤️) how about 6 & 19 !

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

A Small Twist of Fate by Pargoletta

This is one of the historical Old Guard fics that eventually inspired me to start writing Booker stories a few months later.

One Night in Paris by Hoeratius

A four part Old Guard series set in 1890s Paris. I keep coming back to this one for the period details.

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

(This is not the finalized version and will probably drastically change. But I couldn’t shake the image out of my head so it went in my bits and bobs file.)

The Emperor gestured with a casual wave of his hand as Ney was beckoned inside the farmhouse turned impromptu headquarters. He looked at his Marshal in undisguised disapproval, nose wrinkling. “What is that thing you are wearing, eh?”

Ney looked down at himself and considered the fur-lined brown coat he’d stolen off the dead, nameless Russian corporal. In the two or three days since he’d looted it, it had acquired an impressive collection of bloodstains, gunpowder burns, bullet holes and a crust of mud. It stank. He stank. God only knew what was living in the seams.

Maybe if the Emperor of the French hadn’t given up his Marshal for dead in the middle of a Russian winter, forcing him to march seventy-five miles through a fucking frozen hellscape wasteland and under continuous Cossack attacks to catch back up, the question of his attire would be a non-issue. His Majesty really had some goddamn nerve.

Ney growled, like a vicious cur baring its teeth while defending its rubbish heap.

“I made it from the skins of my enemies.”

[vivianleighwishesshewasme]

Italian Beasts Beauty-19

The Fallout 1

Charlotte saves Luca's life with her quick thinking.

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__________Charlotte____________________

It was after 1 a.m. when Luca walked in through the door. He looked like hell.

His hair was falling in front of his face, not slicked back. The man always cared about his appearance, more so then I did and I was a woman. He had a five o'clock shadow and his tie was undone along with his shirt.

"What happened?" Charlotte had been sitting in the dark with a few lit candles on the coffee table. She wasn't able to sleep so she just waited with my horrible thoughts and overactive imagination going to work. Every scenario I could think of had run through my brain.

"Hunny, I told you to relax." He walked slowly up to me and sat down on the couch. He sighed heavily and gathered me into his strong arms. He was breathing heavily and wincing. Something wasn't right in her gut.

He stank like hard liquor and cigars. Charlotte pulled away and gagged a few times. She still wasn't over this stupid scent aversion. Her hand covered her face and she took deep breaths of the lingering soap smell. It helped to calm her stomach but not her nerves.

"Sorry, it's the.." Charlotte was abruptly cut off by her husband.

"Baby, I know. I'm not offended,Tesoro." She watched his chest heave and he placed his hand over his heart. She'd seen this happen before to someone in the betting shop. He'd fallen over and crashed to the floor. Polly and Esme had tried shielding her. She'd already known before the words left Aunt Polly's mouth. Heart attack.

"Luca, I really think you need to go to the hospital, please. If it's nothing, then it's nothing. I'll sit with you." Her words came out rushed and panic stricken. Why did he have to be so much older then her and in a high stress position?

"I'll be fine." He muttered trying to brush her off gently both verbally and physically. She grabbed his arm and squeezed trying to force him to look at her. She could see the pain in his set jaw and reflected in his green eyes.

"No!" Charlotte's voice wavered and she burst into tears. "Luca please, this is scaring me." She didn't flinch when he scoffed at her. She knew!

"I'm just stressed and tired Charlotte." He was doubled over now and struggling. If they didn't leave now even with help, she doubted he'd live.

"I'm calling your mother." She said to the end of the couch where a little mahogany end table sat with a black phone. No sooner had her delicate hand touched it then she felt his strong hand squeeze her knee in protest.

"Don't you fucking worry her, please." He winces again. His voice was wavering. His usually low and deep commanding growl was soft. He was panting. "Okay, you win. I drive." He said giving into her.

"No, I can drive Luca, my Uncle Tommy taught me. He got shot and I was the only person he had on hand. Come on." She grabbed the keys off of him and forced him to stand; she was five foot nothing to his six foot one frame. He was really trying not to put his weight on her. She was grateful when his guard at the door took over and helped them both get into the car. She prayed they would make it. He had to make it, she wasn't ready to lose him yet.

________________________Luca ______________

"She saved your life, you're lucky to be alive Mr. Changretta."Lucas' eyes had been fluttering open taking in the bright lights and horrible sterile smell. They'd made it to the hospital apparently.

A doctor and a nurse stood over me scribbling down some nonsense on a chart.

I looked down to my left. She laid there gently snoring. My saving grace. I ran my fingers through my blonde wifes hair gently stroking her head. I didn't want to wake her, truthfully Charlotte could sleep like the dead. Oh to be young again.

She was truly my guardian angel. Who knew I'd be saved by a Shelby of all people.

Charlotte was slumped forward on a chair leaning over the bed. My girl saved my life.

Apparently, according to the nurse, my heart attack was caused by stress. How can I be surprised? After Charlotte had left things only got worse. One of our clubs had been raided and several of my men shot.

We were trying to figure that out when the pain started.

"Bring me a phone will you. I gotta call someone." The doctor looked me over and glanced at my chart, I presume my name, the hospital was named after my father. How many Changretta's had this kinda money? Just a few and all of my relations.

I waited patiently, winced when I tried to sit up.

Charlotte woke up coughing. Her head shot straight up and she blinked at me a few times. I could tell she'd been crying hard. God, I hoped the baby was okay.

"You shouldn't be moving. Watch your heart Amore." She softly scolded and brushed my hair away from my face. I smiled. I loved it when she tried using Italian words with her strong english accent.

"Feel like I got run over, then they backed up." She laughed softly with me. I could see the relief flooding her delicate features.

" I called your mom, she told me to call tomorrow morning and to tell you she was sending me home to sleep tomorrow at 10 and I can come back at dinner." I was impressed and grateful that they'd spoken. .

"Sounds like you ladies make a great team." To my knowledge they hadn't spoken since the anniversary of my brother's death.

"She called your lieutenant or second in command, I don't know." She nodded. I could see the dark circles under her large grey eyes. She needed rest now.

"You have to live to help me with this baby Luciano, I'll be pissed if you die so soon." Her words tightened in my chest. Guilt was settling in. I hadn't thought of what would happen when I inevitably died before her, either of old age or a gunshot wound mostly likely.

"I'll be pissed if I can't raise this baby with you Cara mia." I kissed her face and pointed to the door. "Go home baby, I'll be okay, the nurses will take care of me." I hoped she listened. I knew better though.

"No, I don't trust anyone to care for you other than me." Her words were definite and finite. I was also in no position to argue with her.

"Well, I appreciate your loyalty and protection Charlotte but you two need to rest." I looked down at her protruding stomach.

"We are, go back to sleep Luca." She laid her head back down and she drifted off quickly. My brain was too busy. I was sleeping, resting but not sleeping.

I hoped this didn't get out. ______________________________________________________________

[keneestorytimelibrary]

Do. Not. Follow. The. Red. Man.

The rules were simple: "Do. Not. Follow. The. Red. Man."

"Are there any other rules?" I asked the colorful clown, who held up the rules sign for all to see. He had an eerie smile plastered over his face; an array of yellows, blues, greens, purples, and oranges smeared over his skin. Oddly enough, no red. He seemed so excited to finally see participants, even if it was a handful of people. Though the amusement park had been open for a few months, I had never seen anyone go in. It was by chance that my friends and I decided to check it out one fateful spring afternoon.

The clown ignored me, as he continued to jump for joy. He kept on tapping his enlarged finger towards the sign, making sure everyone understood the one rule.

"It's not hard to remember that." my best friend said, eyeing their phone. There was barely any signal here, and they made sure to remind me every few minutes of that.

After a few minutes of tapping the Rules Sign, the clown ran towards the entrance to the questionable building, and beckoned us forward. We reached the shabby looking wooden door, that had a sign, with the following written in crayon:

"BEWARE THE RED MAN

"HE WILL LEAD YOU ASTRAY

"HE WILL CORNER YOU WITH A FRIENDLY SMILE

"AND FEAST ON YOU LIKE PREY."

"That's not creepy at all." my friend said sarcastically, while giving me the stank eye for even suggesting to come here. I knew I was not going to hear the end of this.

"Come on guys, let's just do this quickly." I suggested, wanting nothing more than to take their frustration off of me. My words seem to please the clown; its smile could not get any wider.

As he opened the door for us, a thick heavy fog overtook our vision. There was a foul stench that clung onto the air; it smelled of feces and a filled sewer on a hot day. The second I caught whiff of it, I almost made a run for it. For some reason, none of my friends seem to react; it was as if they couldn't smell anything.

"What's wrong with your face?" one of them asked me. I could only look back at them with a baffled stare.

"You guys can't smell that?" I exclaimed. "I sure as hell am not going in there!"

"What smell? I don't smell anything, other than cigarettes and stale popcorn." my best friend said. I started to get odd looks from everyone at this point.

They began walking through the entrance, leaving me behind. There was a brief moment where I asked myself if this was even worth it. 'Maybe we should've gotten food or something...'

"Are you coming or what?!" one of my friends exclaimed. I ignored the strange feeling I had, and ran inside.

Everything inside looked as if a 12-year old had designed it. There were cardboard-cutout walls shaping the maze, and cut-up drawings of the "Red Man" scattered all over the walls and floor. There was a dense fog that covered the floor, but other than that, the placed looked...silly.

My nerves seemed to ease a bit at the silly decor, and I was even able to see the exit on the far side of the opposite wall. The stench seemed to get stronger however. Though I felt a lot calmer, the growing stench played on my fear. As my friends continued talking, I turned to my left and saw a rundown shack, covered in dead leaves and dust. The door was off its hinges, laying aimlessly a few feet away from the shack. There seemed to be splashes of cartoonish blood splattered all over, with bits of fabric leading to the entrance. Nothing about that seemed to set off alarms in my head. What did concern me was the red arm sticking out from the dark entrance, beckoning me inside.

The arm was made out of muscle soaked in blood; it looked as if it was skinned, leaving this abomination behind. Its nails were broken, with sharp edges pointing at me, egging me to follow it. The sight of it made me lose my breath. I could hear my heart racing in my ears. The air around me had become considerably colder.

"Do. Not. Follow. The. Red. Man." I reminded myself. My eyes did not leave the shack as I tried to move backwards. I felt that if I turned for even a brief moment, it would come out of its hiding space and grab me.

I tried to reach for one of my friends, but I felt nothing but air. After a few seconds, I realized they weren't there. My heart began to beat harder; it was all that I could hear. The entire time, the arm had not stopped motioning me towards it. And for a split second, it felt like the space between us had disappeared. I felt like I was a few feet from it, inching towards obvious doom.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the entrance to the maze. My friends could be heard talking briefly to each other; they were somewhere deep inside. Before they left me for good, I made a run for it.

I could still hear them; they couldn't be more than a few yards away from me. They were discussing which way to turn, commenting on how the maze was a bit more difficult than imagined.

I tried to follow their voices, but whichever turn I made, I was met with a dead end. Everytime I turned to go to another direction, I would see the Red Man walking out of frame, hiding behind a different wall close behind me. It would bring out its bloody hand, and motion me towards it. My legs felt like it was about to give out.

No matter how hard I tried to follow my friends' voices, I could not get close to them. I tried to yell for them to give me directions, but they seemed to ignore me.

I felt like I was losing it, almost at the point of being hysterical. I tried to gather my breath, but every wrong turn left my head spinning and me gasping for air. And every time I turned around, I would see the same red bloody fingers motioning me towards it. This wasn't a simple attraction...this was my worst nightmare.

I leaned against the wall, unable to move another inch. "YOU GUYS, STOP PLAYING WITH ME! WHERE ARE YOU?" I screamed with what was left of my voice. It came out scratchy and hoarse.

I could hear my friend's laughter coming from somewhere close. "Ok, fine we will stop playing with you!"

I began crying; these fuckers were trying to scare me. "You bastards..." I said between sobs.

"Hey, follow our voices! We are heading towards the front! We will wait for you." One of them said. I began wiping my tears and swore that once I saw them, I was going to tear them a new one. I stumbled to my feet, and began following their voices. I didn't even notice that the Red Man was nowhere to be seen. As I continued towards the entrance, I could hear their feet running further away from me. The faster I walked, the further they seemed to get.

"You guys, wait up!" I tried screaming, but my voice was starting to give out.

A few seconds later, I found myself where we had started...only now the front door was gone. There was no door leading outside the building. 'Am I stuck here?'

A giggle broke out in the midst of the silence. I turned to the direction of the noise, and stared at the shack again. I could hear my friend's laughter coming from inside. The red bloody arm was no longer there, and the lights inside were on for some reason. Though I didn't see anyone or anything, I could feel someone's eyes on me.

"Guys? Are you guys there...?" I did a silent prayer in hopes that they weren't in there. But all I got in return were more giggles.

I turned around hoping that I would find another exit, but nothing came to view. I could go back in the maze, but I knew there was no chance of finding an exit there. The maze was far more complicated and intricate than I gave it credit for.

"Come on! The exit is this way!" one of my friends yelled from inside the shack. "Come on, we want to go home and smoke already!"

I let out a heavy sigh, and slowly made my way towards the shack. The air was much colder the closer I got; the last bit of my body heat evaporated from my mouth once I got within a few feet from the shack. I waited a few minutes in front of the opening, gathering what little courage I had left. I stood at the entrance for a few seconds before finally passing the threshold. Then I saw it...

[eberles]

Just a Little PDA

Mat Barzal

A/N: this fic was written with @softboybarzal she deserves just as much credit and she also made the header!🥰 and @bestestbenn helped me a bit with the big kiss😌 we hope you guys love it as much as we do, please give us feedback!💖

Warnings: slight relationship insecurities nothing big

Mat Barzal was one of the hottest players on the Islanders and when you met you never expected it to end up where you were now. A year and a half into a serious relationship with the Isles star and you truly couldn’t be more happy. Mat saw you for who you were immediately and fell for you within the first month of dating. You accepted him for who he was in more than just a “hot shot hockey player” kinda way. You understood him and learned who he was outside of hockey.

You stood in the tunnels chatting with the other wags, waiting for the guys to come out of the locker rooms to congratulate them. When you finally see Mat making his way over to you, you feel the butterflies erupting in your stomach and the giddy feeling taking over your body.

“Baby, you won! I’m so proud of you.” and he could tell you truly were proud just by the gleam in your eyes and the adoration written all over your face. You wrapped your arms around Mat’s neck, allowing for him to pick you up by your waist when you hugged. He spun you around once before placing you back on your feet, leaning down to kiss you. “You ready?”

“Hell yes. Time to celebrate with my guys and my girl.” Mat said proudly, interlocking your hands, giving yours a small kiss as you walked down the hall.

Just like every other team in the league, going out to a popular club or bar was a tradition whenever a game was won, especially a home game. So here you are standing in a crowded bar admiring your boyfriend boasting about the game his team won. You felt like the most proud girlfriend in the bar that night, everyone around you cheering and doing shots going all out to celebrate. Mat had his arm wrapped around your waist as he stood at the bar talking with Tito when a few girls made their way over. You’d seen them hanging around before after games so you weren’t surprised when they leaned in front of you to give Mat a side hug and a kiss on the cheek. Mat involuntarily let go of your waist to reciprocate the hug wanting to be polite to the girls gawking at Mat and Tito. You stood idly by trying your best to interact in the conversation the boys were pulled into by the tall, blonde, beautiful girls.

“No, like you guys were so great tonight!” One of the girls spoke, grabbing onto your boyfriend's shoulder. You rolled your eyes, slowly backing away from the small group not wanting anyone to notice. you figured they were better off in their own world without you, for now, mat deserved the praises even if they were coming from beautiful bombshell groupies. He looked so happy and with how you were feeling, you decided to get some air. You made your way outside, instantly wrapping your arms around your body to shield from the winter New York weather and took a deep breath in and out trying not to work yourself up. The thoughts never escape your mind about how Mat might be better off without you and with one of the girls talking him up inside the bar. It wasn’t fair how they pushed you off him and wormed in between you guys. You didn’t want it to bother you, but of course, it did. You chewed on your bottom lip looking up at the sky, the darkness filled with the city lights. That same darkness trying to consume your thoughts.

It didn’t take long for Mat to notice you were gone and immediately sensing a panicking feeling forming in his chest at your absence. He felt like a dick for not even seeing you leave the group, he moved away from the surrounding girls and Tito making his way around the bar to look for you. Feeling his heart pounding in his chest when he didn’t see you with the other wags.

“Where’s Y/N? Have you seen her?” Mat asked the groups of wags, eyes wide, concern filling his features.

“I think she went outside. She looked upset, I was gonna check on her-” one of the wives spoke up, pointing towards the exit. Mat thanked her and started towards the door when he was pulled back by one of the girls.

“Mat! Where are you going? Don’t leave us!” the three blondes giggled surrounding Mat, hands touching his back and biceps.

“My girlfriend needs me. Take a hint and find someone else to grope.” Mat says through gritted teeth, the anger now finally showing through. He shrugged the girls off before beelining out the door and spotting her, his only girl, leaning against the side of the building.

“Baby, there you are!” Mat breathed out, touching his hands to his chest signifying his relief upon seeing her face. His nerves shown by him running his fingers through his hair.

“What's wrong? What are you doing out here?” you asked, not wanting to get into why you disappeared from the group. However, your boyfriend wasn’t stupid and he could see right through you. He knew you better than anyone else ever had.

“You came out here alone? You okay, did someone bother you?” Mat ignored your questions, grabbing your hands and looking all over you to make sure you were still in perfect condition and no harm had been done. Younod your head yes, but Mat can sense when somethings not right. He brings his hands up to your face, cupping your cheeks delicately, his hands warming you up instantly. Your hands following in suit, placing them right above his, clinging onto his wrists, keeping his hands on your face. He’s looking deep into your eyes, his hazel ones silently asking you what’s wrong and how he could help you in these moments. You can feel yourself sinking into the trance he’s pulling you into and you don’t notice your eyes starting to well with tears. Mat wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug and kissing your forehead and temple.

“Those girls in there...I-”

“Hey listen to me, you know nobody compares to you right?” Mat whispered into your ear and you chuckle shaking your head, now feeling a few tears slip through. “It’s true. I only got my eyes on you, you’re it for me. Now and forever.”

“I love you,” you say looking up at Mat, a shy smile on your face when he kisses your nose and wipes away your stray tears with his thumbs.

“C’mon, you wanna go back inside?” you nod when he asks, and grab his hand letting him lead you back inside the club to a vip table where the rest of the team and wags are sitting. He pulls you into his lap, rubbing up and down your arms before resting them wrapped around your waist. He’s whispering sweet nothings into your ear and leaving kisses on your neck and shoulders between every word. Mat can feel the girls from before staring at the two of you and when he looks over to confirm it was true, he smirks before turning your cheek to look at him. His hand on your hip tightened, he let out a hum as he leaned closer to you, his nose brushing against yours. You hardly had a second to react before he closed the gap, meeting you in a kiss that he rarely gave you in public. One of his hands on your waist and the other cupping your cheek bringing you closer to him, your lips enveloping eachother’s. Your hands tangling themselves in his hair, massaging his scalp lightly and pulling on the ends of his hair just enough for him to moan into your mouth. He lightly bit your bottom lip, the tactic working like it always did and making you open your mouth. Just as he was about to keep going you pulled away much to his protest, with a smile covering your features trying to regain your breath.

“What was that for?” you laugh, poking his slightly pink cheeks. You ran your fingers through his hair, loving the feeling and giggling when Mat let out a small grunt as you twisted your fingers pulling on the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I just love you. And I want everyone to know.” Mat says confidently nodding his head at the girls and leaning back in his chair. The two of you watching the blondes storm out with stank looks plastered on their faces as you pull your boyfriend back in for another kiss.

“You’re the one I’m taking to bed tonight.” Mat says against your lips, squeezing your hips moving his hands down giving your butt a soft squeeze too. “And every night.”

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— fun lovin’. (s)

REQUESTED — hii!! can you write about jungkook, where it’s the reader’s and his anniversary or valentine’s day and they’re in a hot tub just celebrating and spending alone time?? you can make it suggestive if you want! 💗 I really like your writing 🥺❤️ ps. do you have a masterlist?? ( @cappujinho ) — thank you so much for requesting and for liking what i write, it means a lot to me, really! the masterlist will be uploaded in a few days, i promise you'll have it soon!

summary: you and jungkook celebrate valentine's day in the february frost.

wc: 1.7k

requests are open!

valentine's day was not a celebration that used to appeal to you. It seemed that couples only behaved a certain way on february 14, and the rest of the year everything went back to normal, following the current monotony. waking up, going to work, going back to sleep. now that you stop to think about it, maybe that's exactly why they indulged in an expensive restaurant for dinner or spent the night in the park where they met. yes, it sounded cliché, but come on, valentine's day has the word cliché more than associated with it.

now, however, you felt something had changed. it wasn't just that you now had a partner, but that in one way or another, the misgivings you’d felt for years about that particular day in february had become an illusion that was puzzling you.

since the beginning of the month, you couldn't stop imagining different scenarios in which you and your boyfriend would celebrate valentine's day in different ways. maybe that's why, as the date approached, your nerves were coming to the surface. it might seem stupid, but you were afraid that what would happen on that day wouldn't meet your expectations and would, however, make the worst-case scenarios that had crossed your mind come true.

you’d never been an insecure person. you’d never doubted yourself or your feelings, but you did have doubts about others’. don't get me wrong, it's not that jungkook had acted inappropriately or had given you reasons for these "insecurities" to appear, but you couldn't help but put yourself in the worst possible situation. maybe that was your way of protecting yourself, even though you had already lowered the barrier when you let jungkook into your life. it could be that you panicked about how he could turn it upside down.

anyway, your day started with a message from your boyfriend: "happy valentine’s day, sweetheart. i can't wait until it's time to come home and celebrate. have a great morning, i love you.” that message had definitely just brightened up your morning and had dispelled even a part of the nerves that were showing in the form of annoying flies in your tummy. "i’m looking forward to it too."

but what you were so looking forward to didn't happen when you got home. you came home thinking jungkook would be there, sitting on the couch waiting for you and saying something cheesy, but all you got was a message: “work is piling up and i don't think i’ll be home in time. i’m sorry, love.”

however, the disappointment you felt at that moment ceased when the first thing you noticed when you walked into the living room was a pink piece of paper lying face down on the centre table. it wasn't until you approached the table, leaving your coat and bag on the sofa, that you realised it was an envelope. with a slight frown, you picked it up and turned it over. you couldn't help but smile when you noticed your boyfriend's handwriting on the envelope: “to y/n, from jungkook.” intrigued, you decided to open the envelope and found a letter of the same colour, which had what you thought was a riddle written on a small border.

“where is it cold but warm at the same time?”

you bit your lip as soon as you read the question, and let out a small laugh - why had he written a riddle knowing that you stank in them? you pondered the question for a few more minutes, thinking about every room in the house, but you couldn't think of anything. the kitchen? no, it was just cold in there. perhaps the bathroom? you got up from the couch and headed towards that room, but, as you expected, there was nothing special about it. sighing and tapping your forehead with the letter, you walked over to the window overlooking your terrace. it was the moment you saw the snowflakes on the wooden floor that it hit you - the jacuzzi!

you stumbled out of the bathroom, bumping into the door and getting your jacket sleeve caught in the handle. annoyed, you cursed and began to shake your arm free. once you managed to do so, you started running towards the glass doors leading to your terrace. without a second thought you opened them and stepped out without having wrapped up warmly. the icy snowflakes were hitting your warm skin, giving you goose bumps. you started walking towards the jacuzzi and, once you were a few metres away from it, you couldn't believe your eyes.

jungkook was inside the hot tub, with a brand new bottle of champagne and two crystal glasses beside him. he’d had a huge television set up outside the house, which was opposite the jacuzzi, so you could watch a marathon of the series you'd been so fond of for the past few days. the black-haired boy was laying with his head on the edge of the tub, his eyes closed, and little snowflakes tangled in his dark hair.

“the hot tub,” you suddenly blurted out, still keeping your distance and controlling your heartbeat. jungkook raised his head and locked his eyes with yours, giving you his trademark rabbit smile, revealing his perfect white teeth, “‘where it's cold but warm at the same time?’” you repeated the riddle with a chuckle as you slowly moved closer to him, “you know i’m not good at guessing,” you whispered once you reached his side. he grinned in amusement, turning to his side so he could see your face more easily.

“well, you've done it. i’m no good at setting up surprises either,” he admitted, pulling his arms out of the tub and resting them on the edge, then resting his chin on them and looking at you with amusement as he licked his lower lip before speaking again, “hobi hyung planned the whole thing,” he confessed remorselessly, making you both laugh.

“what a way to screw up the moment,” you joked, cupping his cheeks and pulling his face close to yours. you left a small, tender kiss on his nose, causing his smile to reappear.

“well, you’re gonna get in or do i have to do it for you?” he asked provocatively, arching an eyebrow as he leaned his back against the wall of the tub again.

“are you so eager to see me with my clothes off?” you teased, slowly starting to undo the buttons of your white shirt. you saw how your boyfriend's gaze no longer rested on your face, but on the bare skin of your chest.

“you have no idea,” he murmured, sensually biting his lower lip. once you had finished opening your shirt you made a move to take it off, but jungkook stopped you before you could do it, “no, no. leave it on.”

you raised an eyebrow, unable to stop a wicked smile from forming on your lips. you nodded obediently at his request and lowered your gaze to your lower limbs, “shall i take my trousers off?” you asked, feigning innocence.

“if you don't, i’ll rip them off with my teeth,” he replied impatiently, swallowing hard and making his adam's apple more noticeable.

“i have the kinkiest boyfriend,” you teased, slowly entering the jacuzzi in just your black underwear and a shirt that barely covered your thighs. you watched as jungkook's eyes fell on your firm, slender legs, and you couldn't feel prouder that you had been working out these past few days.

“that’s how you like me,” he replied confidently, spreading his legs a little so you could sit comfortably on his lap. once you were settled, he wrapped his strong arms around your waist and pulled you to him, bringing your faces dangerously close. jungkook averted his gaze to the water and, stroking your hips with his long fingers, brought his gaze back up and connected his now dark orbs with yours. you felt your breath hitch as he brought his face even closer to yours and blew on your mouth, his minty breath crashing against your parted lips, “are you cold?”

“not anymore,” you whispered against his lips, holding back the temptation to jump on his mouth and never let go again. jungkook, seeing how you wouldn't look away from his pink, pompous lips, took the trouble to run his tongue along his lower lip, moistening them and making them even more tantalising than they were before.

“well, i do,” he said, raising his right arm and stroking the back of his hand across your moist, bare breast. he looked up from his hand to your eyes and raised an eyebrow, letting out a mischievous grin. when his index finger began to descend into the channel between your breasts, you let out a gasp and closed your eyes, “no, no, no. i want them open,” he commanded, bringing his hand back to your cheek and pulling your face close to his, “like this,” he murmured, making contact with your sensitive skin again.

with his digits, he began to make imaginary lines, connecting each of the freckles on your chest, smiling like a little boy when he saw how you flinched at his touch. then, he brought his free hand to one of yours and directed it to his left bicep, guiding your hand up and down so you could notice how each of the hairs on his arm stood on end. at that point you gave him a confused look, causing him to let out a sigh and settle you on his lap, bringing your intimate areas into rough contact, both gasping at the strong friction, “you can always warm me up,” he proposed, his lustful eyes falling on yours and giving you a fierce look, the way a lion looks at its prey before devouring it. and you were sure jungkook wasn't gonna wait much longer to do so. and you didn't want another second to pass until you could taste his enticing flavour in your mouth, because you needed him, right here, right now.

“i can't wait to make it,” you mumbled, running your fingers down his abs, gently brushing his cool skin with your warm fingertips, sending electric sparks to every lucid nerve in his body.

jungkook debated no more and pressed his lips against yours, in a kiss that radiated not only desire and passion, but affection and need. because you both had waited so long for a moment like this, and because you weren’t going to waste another second of your valentine's day.

because from that day on, you stopped hating the 14th of february.