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kickbutts-singsongs · 7 months

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I know no one asked, but I have exactly zero (0) people to talk about bkdk with irl so here you guys go

My BKDK Journey

Yes, this sounds stupid, but my god it’s been almost three years of an absolute rollercoaster of feelings and denials and tears and revelations…

and if you don’t mind, I’m gonna rant about it.

(not spoiler free)

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May 2021

To start off, i wasn’t always a bkdk shipper.

I shipped izu*cha at first (not saying it’s a bad ship btw; it’s actually quite cute. im just afraid people’ll be mad if I accidentally invade their tag lol), primarily because I assumed that would be the ship that became canon.

But also, my veryyyyy leasttttt favorite character… was Bakugou Katsuki.

When I tell you that I would’ve loved nothing more than to somehow spawn into the bnha universe and punch that brat in the face— AGHHHHHHHHHH

Now this wasn’t all his fault: A) I watched the dub first lol, and B) he reminded me of someone that i was not in a place to stand up to at the time, and his constant anger, yelling, and harsh treatment of Izuku—who i began to relate to—made me hateeee him.

There was a time when I literally said “if he died, I wouldn’t miss him.” <- this was later proven false lol

So, I was watching the anime dub with an absolute animosity for our resident deuteragonist, but on top of that…

I was watching it with a friend with a crunchyroll account who lived in another state that I was visiting and staying with for two weeks, so by the time i had to go back home, we’d only gotten up to the part where All Might was getting Inko’s permission to let Izuku stay at the UA dorms.

Anddddddd in my drive to consume more bnha once I got home, i somehow stumbled across an Instagram account that posted bnha sub episodes divided into parts,

but they only had season four and onwards.

Sooooo I never saw the second half of season three… more importantly,

I NEVER SAW DEKU VS KACCHAN 2!!!!!

(I will say that I had seen a couple photos/edits/etc, but I never knew what had been said, or why they fought)

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June 2021

At this point in time, I’d been exposed to a lot of the fandom. My fyp on both IG and Pinterest were filled to the brim with all things bnha (because this is what happens when one has a hyperfixation), so I saw a lot of stuff.

Especially fanart.

This is where I started learning about the different ships.

I saw a lot of the side character ships and thought they were adorable (kamijirou, todomomo, even kiribaku), but then I saw some with Izuku.

Izu*cha was a given for me. I didn’t think there was a single person that didn’t ship it. But then I started seeing fanart of ships like tododeku, shindeku, and bakudeku.

And my first reaction to finding out that people shipped my beautiful baby sunshine boi with the person who bullied him for years?????

HELLLLLLLLLLL NO

So with my (unknowingly) limited knowledge of their relationship, i was very much an anti (i never spoke out or anything, i just reallyyyy didn’t like the ship lol)

(And then, you know, I started to see all the bkdk hate online and kinda went “okay not touching that”)

But that began to change…

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August 2021

…after I saw a manga leak for the first time.

I was scrolling thru my feed and all of a sudden. BOOM!

I was like 😧

IS THAT IZUKU?????

And i looked in the comments and yes it was.

I checked out the page and found that they had an entire account of manga leaks and was so happy.

I quickly began to read from the very bottom of that account, and it started from right about where Izuku first began his vigilante arc (i had no idea how much was in between then and where I left off on the anime, but I was willing to read it lol)

And so I waited diligently for the leaks every week (a practice I have continued to uphold lol), until one day, i came across an untranslated series of panels from the latest chapter. I looked at it and it was of Katsuki and Izuku, facing each other in the rain (you know the one). I knew the leaks would be coming a day later, but I wanted to look through them anyways, so I did.

I didn’t understand a word they said, but the pictures and imagery of them as kids then middle schoolers then where they were now seemed so touching…

And then I came across a pair of kanji that I recognized.

I was like “wait WHAT???”

I zoomed in and went “that— isn’t that—? That’s part of Midoriya’s name, right???”

And then I was like “wait a second… omg that’s Izuku, isn’t it. That’s the freaking kanji for Izuku.”

And it was!!!!!

So inside I’m having a mini freakout cuz—

Bakugou just called him IZUKU

Fast forward to the next day, and I looked at the translated version, and found out that not only did he call him Izuku,

Freaking

APOLOGIZED

And I was like “huhhhhhhh”

What happened between now and the most recent anime episodes for this to occur???? For Bakugou to do a complete 180 and apologize????????

Well, I finally got my answers…

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November 2021

…when I started reading the manga.

I started from the beginning, cuz I wanted to see Horikoshi’s art style and the extra drawings and all the other stuff…

And when I tell you that Katsuki became a whole new character to me—

First, I read everything about early-on Bakugou— without hearing him yell in his dub voice—and realized “oh wow he really is just a kid with issues and a worldview that he’s now having to change.”

Then, I finally read what happened in that space between moving into the dorms and the beginning of season four (most importantly, DvK2).

Cried.

Then, oh then, I got up to where season five ended and the rest of the manga began.

. . .

Funny thing: back when I read the leaks to ch322, I remember thinking to myself, “huh. what did Bakugou mean by Shigaraki making swiss cheese outta him?”

😦

THE WAY I GASPED

AND THEN CRIED

OH MY FREAKING GOD

That was the moment where i truly ceased to hate Katsuki cuz holy character development batman

Then, of course, we see them in recovery

And then the vigilante arc and apology scene *sobs*

And then I was caught up.

(Btw I finished the entire manga up ‘til ch334 in just over a week. I read for nine days straight. During the school year. My emotions were all over the place goodness gracious I could barely concentrate.)

So that’s how I went from being a Bakugou hater to going “you know what he’s a complex character and he’s slowly becoming a better person” and realizing that he was now one of my fav characters and therefore cursed to die but I’ll talk about that later

Was I now a bakudeku shipper?

Hah nope.

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December 2021

I began my dive into the true essence of any fandom: fanfiction.

Over the course of winter break, I had started off with fics that had no romantic pairing (I just wanted to see my boi Izuku), but then somehow stumbled across Mastermind: Strategist for Hire and then read the entirety of the For Want of a Nail series (shoutout to Clouds btw ❤️) cuz I was like “ok whew no bkdk fics” which was my mindset at the time.

But somehow (I can’t even remember how I found it) I came across a bkdk fic. It was called For Want of Izuku’s Toe Joint by Talavin (okay now that I think about it there’s probably a simple explanation lol).

I don’t quite know what compelled me to start reading it, but I did.

And I really liked it.

But not in the “I’ve been converted” kinda way.

It was like an “I shouldn’t be enjoying this why am I enjoying this?” kinda feeling. Like my head says no but my heart says yeah.

A really really really really guilty pleasure.

So, from that day on, whenever I came across any form of bkdk media, I would simultaneously feel discomfort and yet an odd sense of satisfaction.

A snippet of my daily life:

Me: *comes across bkdk fanart on pinterest*

Me: eww

Also me: *stares at it for like five minutes straight*

Me: who even likes this?

Also me: *saves pin to my mha board*

Me: not my ship

Also me: *scrolls down to more like this*

Bless my heart I was in such denial.

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July 2022

Bit of a timeskip, but nothing of note really happened in those last six months so here we go.

We’ve gotten to the point in the manga where the final arc is underway and Bakugou is about to KICK SOME BUTT

He’s revealed his Panser Strafe support item and I’m gushing about it to my friend (she kinda fell out of the fandom but still tolerated my rants bless her)

Oh, side note: it was then that I also expressed my concern for Bakugou’s “alive” status

Evidence:

For reference, some of my favorite characters are:

Beth March (Little Women)

John Reese (Person of Interest)

Joss Carter (Person of Interest)

Leonard Snart (Arrowverse)

Logan Echolls (Veronica Mars)

Fantine (Les Mis)

Eponine (Les Mis)

Jean Valjean (Les Mis)

Simon (Lord of the Flies)

Piggy (Lord of the Flies)

Grace Stone (Manifest)

Bubaigawara Jin — Twice (BNHA)

Wanna guess which of these guys died?

Trick question! It’s all of them (:

Yeah so anyways those following chapters really made me excited and nervous cuz YEAH KICK HIS ASS BAKUGOU but also IZUKUUUUU WE NEED YOU

hah hah.

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August 2022

Utterly gobsmacked. Cried. Disbelief. Horrified. Confusion. Anger. Went through the five stages of grief and then some.

Sometimes I hate being right 🥲

But the good thing that came from this was that my positive view of Katsuki only grew after seeing his utter faith in Izuku (and his thoughts being on him in his final moments???? 🥺🥺🥺)

And it was at this point in time where I could admit to myself “you know what? i see it. i see the appeal. i wouldn’t mind this actually becoming canon.”

Did I think that it would actually become canon?? No.

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September 2022

I don’t know how I thought Izuku was gonna react to seeing Katsuki’s body on the ground, but GOOD LORD IT WASNT THAT

Even sweet little blind me realized “oh wow he like really feels intense stuff for Katsuki huh”

(But some things I missed—cuz I was still a bit wired for izu*cha—were shigarakis implications “yeah u looooove the present I got u” and the freaking HEART that blackwhip caused??? when Izuku reeled himself back in???? like how did i miss that i read that chapter like fifteen times??)

So this is all to say that I’ve missed any and all actual bkdk hints up until this point. I finally lifted my head out of the izu*cha fog when…

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July 2023

…Ochako and Toga had their chat about romance.

The first actual hint was when Ochako had told Toga “I’ll give you my blood for the rest of my life.”

Little blind me became a bit less blind that day, cuz I was like “um. ochako? that— that sounded kinda like a proposal. like. a marriage proposal. ochako??”

And then those chapters just kept getting better!!

Bebe Ochako’s determination???

The Spirited Away moment?????

“I’m envious of your smile”????????

“YOU REALLY THINK IM CUTE?” “THE CUTEST IN THE WHOLE WORLD” LIKE 😭😭😭😭😭

For the first time, I was looking at the manga without the assumption that izu*cha would be endgame. And it only got better after I…

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August 2023

…got Tumblr!!!

Everything was downhill from here folks.

In the best possible way.

I came across some analyses of what was going on with togachako, and consequently led me to some bakudeku analyses. I read them and my goodness they made so much sense.

Like not even just personality-wise!! Those metas brought in actual things Horikoshi said about wanting to go outside the norms of shounen (and about not liking the Naruto ending 💀), and compared bkdk to tropes in different works of fiction, and even discussed how bkdk made sense narratively. They properly convinced me of the ship.

And then for good measure, I reread the manga in its entirety thru a bkdk filter, and lo and behold things took on new meanings and my eyes were opened.

I totally and irrevocably shipped them! And I actually thought they had a chance at being canon!!

(And then I binged so much bkdk fanfiction omg you wouldn’t BELIEVE like I read the ones with the highest kudos first and then just picked the biggest collections I could find and read down the line

It was like being on drugs like each fic gave me more dopamine than the last I was so happy oh my god)

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October 2023

And then finally, the day came.

The answer to “is bakugou alive yet?” became a yes.

We screamed. We cried. We jumped for joy. We told bakugou antis to suck it. But most of all, our bkdk hearts soared to see our boys make eye contact with each other for the first time in over a year 🥹

And from that moment on, I truly began to believe that bkdk would indeed become canon.

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And so, this concludes my 42672288 page rant about how I came to be a bkdk shipper.

Thank you for reading, and before I go, I want to ask:

How did you guys get into bkdk?

Did you convert over from izu*cha? Or perhaps tododeku? Or maybe kiribaku? Or are you one of the few who have shipped them since the beginning??

In any case, I’m happy you’re here. And while it may have taken me a couple years, I’m happy that I’m here too :)

(and thank you @animelover32456)

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lostfirefly · 2 months

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Today, my love, all I want, I wanna sing for you, yeah, I'll sing for you, baby! Happy birthday to you!

This fic was written back in June and finalized yesterday) But I couldn't leave Buggy without a gift) English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Masterlist is here

Description: Happy birthday to our future king of the pirates! Catherine throws him a party.

Warnings: SFW + NSFW (my first attempt to describe oral part), MDNI. Let's pray for Catherine)

Words: 6435 (sorry)

Buggy x OC from my “You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me” series.

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots, @hey-august, @yujo-nishimura, @emmiebugz-blog, @mydearlybeloathed , @cyberkittenduck , @buggy-samaaa , @thoraeth

The title is taken from "Happy Birthday" by Kygo feat John Legend.

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/sound of a party whistle/

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

“What’s this?” Buggy barely mumbled into the pillow.

/sound of a party whistle/

“Shit! My ears!” Buggy covered his ears with his hands.

“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!!”

“Cotton candy, I’m sleeping!!” Buggy waved Catherine away.

“Get up! Get up! Get up!!” She happily nudged him in the shoulder.

“What the fuck, woman?! It's 9 in the morning!” Buggy rolled over onto his back and barely opened his eyes. He saw Catherine sitting on her knees on the bed, wearing a plush party birthday cake hat. “And again. What the fuck?”

Catherine blew a party whistle again. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BUGGY BEAR!!” Smack. Smack. Smack. “Love you, my old.” Smack. “Grumpy.” Smack. “Beloved.” Smack. “Clown.” Smack. Smack.

“Little shit! I’m not old! And not grumpy!!”

“Yes, you are!” Smack. Smack. Smack. “Wait here!” She ran out of the bedroom.

“Fu-u-ck!! I’m sleeping, woman!!!”

“I made you a birthday breakfast!” Catherine returned to the room with a tray holding a large plate of pancakes, generously drizzled with chocolate, maple, and pecan syrup. And next to it was his favorite beer.

“Geeez! I haven't had time to wake up yet.” Buggy rubbed his face. “What time did you get up? How did you get up? If you know what I mean.” He giggled idiotically.

“I always know what you mean, pervert.” Catherine slapped him on his head. “Well, it was hard to get out of your tentacles, Buggy the Octopus, but I did it. Every time I tried to move, you growled and pulled me even closer. But it's your birthday. Moreover! It's your first birthday with me! I wanted to make you your favorite breakfast. 36 pancakes just for you!! Can you imagine?! One pancake for every year of your grumpiness.” Smack. Smack. Smack. “Oh, wait, wait! I have another present! Close your eyes.” Catherine jumped out of bed and ran to the closet.

“Fuck, cotton candy, you're moving too fast! It's 9 am, for god's sake!!”

“See? You're grumpy! Please, close your beautiful eyes!! I have a present for you.” Catherine made a pleading face.

“Will you be naked?” Buggy opened his beer and looked at her with the hope in his eyes.

“Tell me, asshole,” Catherine crossed her arms, “why do you always want to see me naked?”

“Have you seen yourself naked? Imagine this picture and tell me how I can not like it?” He took a sip. “Fuck, perfect.”

“Pervert.” Catherine rolled her eyes. “Are you going to close your eyes or not?”

“Fine! But I still hope to see you without your clothes.”

“Shush, clown! Don't peek!” Catherine was rummaging around in the closet. “Wait, wait! Ready? Nod if you closed your eyes. Now tell me, did you nod?”

“Yes!”

“And now you can open your green eyes!”

Buggy opened his eyes and looked around. “Where are you, cotton candy?”

“I’m here!” Catherine first showed one leg from behind the door, and then hid it.

“Oh, my God. Please tell me that's what I think it is!!!” Buggy rubbed his hands.

“I don't know what you're thinking about, jerk!” Catherine poked her head out from behind the door. “Hi!, birthday boy!”

“Hi!”

“Wait, wait!” Catherine showed one leg from behind the door again, then the other, she stood facing Buggy. “Ready? One, two, three!” She turned her back to him and shook her buttocks. “Like it?”

“What the fuck? What is this?” Buggy stared at her pajama pants.

“This's your present!!”

“But… I see…”

“Yes! These are your hands in your circus white gloves, and this’s my ass. And you're grabbing my ass.” Catherine shook her butt again. “Like it?”

Buggy laughed loudly, “Hell, yeah! Come to me, I want to take a closer look.”

Catherine took a couple of steps back, shaking her butt again.

“My perfect hands on your perfect ass!” Buggy gently ran his hand down her thigh.

Catherine slapped him, sat on the bed and started stroking his hair. “Happy birthday, my blue-haired love!” Smack. Smack. “I’m so happy I have you!”

“Thanks.” Buggy took a sip. “Your pants are my favorite gift now.”

“I knew you would like it!” Smack. Smack. “Now eat your pancakes!”

Buggy stuck his fork into the pancakes and took a bite.

“Tasty?” Catherine started stroking his hair, watching him nod, and noticed the way Buggy looked at her. “Why are you staring at me like you love me, clown?”

Buggy chewed a pancake and looked into her eyes. “Cathie-pie.” He swallowed and took her hand. “Will you ma– make me some coffee?”

“Sure!! Wait here!” Smack. Smack. “Large black coffee with three spoons of sugar. I remember.” Catherine quickly ran to the kitchen.

“Idiot!!” Buggy grabbed his head. “Don't ask anything. She'll say no anyway.” He took the fork and exhaled. “Fuck! Fuck!”

“I’m coming back!.” Catherine came into the bedroom, holding the cup and with a wide smile on her face. “I hope you mis–..” She looked at Buggy's sad face. “Why are you sad? Didn't you like the gift? Or the pancakes?”

“No, I’m fine. Your gift is amazing. It's just.. Just.. No one has ever baked me birthday pancakes.” Buggy tried to smile.

“Oh, my love!” Catherine put the coffee on the table and hugged him around the neck. “Now you have me! And now you will have birthday food every year. Oh! I almost forgot!” She ran to the closet and pulled out a plush crown. “This is for you! You can't eat birthday pancakes without a birthday hat!” She sat down on the bed and put the crown on his head. “My dear Buggy Bear. I crown you on and name you king of my heart.” She hugged him tightly. “I’m so happy I took those tickets and met you.”

“Damn!” Buggy trying hard not to blush. “Can you at least not call me by this stupid nickname on my birthday? Let me eat my pancakes, woman!” He settled himself more comfortably, lifted the blanket and winked at Catherine. She narrowed her eyes in delight and squealed as she crawled under the blanket.

“What are our plans for today?” Buggy ate one pancake and took a sip.

“Actually, we have an extensive program today, but I thought you were going to go drink at Arlong's like usual. Today is Wednesday.” Catherine snuggled under his arm.

“Meh, I’ll go there tomorrow.” Buggy ate the last pancake, put the tray aside, and snuggled closer to Catherine.

She immediately hugged him tighter. "What's wrong, my little bear?"

“Can we lie like this for a while?”

“Of course! Is something bothering you?”

“No. Just wondering how I got you.” Buggy giggled. “You see, the charm of a loser worked, and I won you over!”

“Dear god!” Catherine rolled her eyes. “There was no charm, Buggy!! You pissed me off and wanted to leave me in the desert!”

“But I didn't leave you!”

“I have one more present for you. Do you want to know when I fell in love with you? Remember the first time you saved me? I then thought, “he protected me?”. You were so brave, and I thought you were okay. Seriously, you didn't have to protect me. Then we sat around the campfire and you seemed less annoying to me. And then you saved me again, and I thought 'gosh, his hands are so warm'. And then you came back for me when I was dangling over the precipice. You could have run away, betrayed me. But you came back. And then when that cave collapsed, I was afraid I'd never see you again. And then you took me home, and I kept thinking, “Why doesn't he say that he loves me?”. And do you remember, the three of us were sitting in the living room, eating pizza and telling my sister how we met? You hugged me back then. I don't know if it was by chance or not. And then you suddenly pulled your hand away. And I realized, “Damn, I love him!”

“If I hadn't saved you,” Buggy took her hand and kissed it. “how would we have gotten to the treasure?”

“So you only saved me for the gold, bastard? I'm glad we chatted around the fire then. You know, I think you fell in love with me before the pancake morning. You just didn't realize it was love. Okay! Enough romance for the morning,” Catherine clapped her hands, “let's go celebrate your birthday!

To begin with, Catherine took Buggy around the streets, looking in all his favorite places, as if it were a bar or a regular eatery. They had a little picnic by the sea. Catherine laughed and squealed, running from the water to the sand, occasionally noticing Buggy's sad look when he looked at the water. She tried her best to cheer him up, trying to do acrobatic routines, but she wasn't very good at it. Toward evening, she led the way to his awning.

“What are we doing at my circus?” Buggy pointed at his tent.

“Well,” Catherine shrugged, “you threw a party for me six months ago, now it's my turn. And since the circus now holds a special place in my life, I asked your crew to help me with the preparations.” She pecked him on his nose. “And forgive me, I lied to you a little for a few weeks when I said I was going out alone. I ran here to supervise everything. So welcome to the party named after the best clown in the world!”

Catherine dragged Buggy into the arena, which was filled with tables with hot dogs, pizza, and various alcoholic beverages.

“What the hell?!” Buggy looked around. His entire crew was dressed in pirate costumes, a wide shroud hung from the dome to the floor. There were two anchors on the floor and there were dinghies with a couple of freaks sitting in them. The bar counter, behind which the bartender stood, was made in the style of a ship's nose and deck.

“Welcome to the pirate party!” Catherine happily spread her arms, inviting him to take a closer look. “See! Look, this is a mooring rope. Here is another rope.”

“This is a line, Cathie-pie.” Buggy tried to hide his shocked state, looking around.

“Exactly. And here is another one.” Catherine pointed at the rope, “I forgot the name of this thing.”

“Guess-warp.” Buggy said quietly.

“Yes!” Catherine looked at him with rounded eyes. “Wow, I didn't know you were into this.”

“Hey! I read books sometimes too.”

“Look,” Catherine wrapped her arm around his waist, “we have one big table that resembles the captain's cabin for everyone here. These small ones are shaped like the stern of a ship with a steering wheel if someone wants to sit alone or to chat with others. Some of your friends brought girls, see? They want to be like you. And do you see the two thrones by the big table? Those are our seats. You have to own your throne!” Catherine pointed with her eyes to his place.

Buggy walked around the arena, looking at everything around him. Every chair, every table, everything resembled a giant ship. He went up to the bar and gently ran his fingers along it. Catherine noticed his sad face.

“You don't like it? You probably wanted a regular party. I'm so sorry. Do you want to go somewhere else?”

“No. I really like it! But.. Why the pirate theme?” Buggy asked quietly, running his fingers over the barstool.

“I don't know. You have the soul of an adventurer and a seeker of treasure.” Catherine pecked him on his cheek. “Oh! I have one more present for you. I'll be right back, okay? You have ten minutes to miss me.”

Buggy saw how Catherine quickly went to his office, noticed Cabaji at the bar and hurried over to him, “Did you tell her something?”

“Happy birthday, Captain!” said with his mouth full, eating canapés

“Yes, yes! I asked a question. Did you tell her something?” Buggy asked quietly.

“No! I swear. Your girlfriend came here a few weeks ago, and offered to organize a party. She wandered around the arena for about an hour and suddenly said that it would be a pirate party. I told the entire crew not to give the slightest hint.”

“Damn! Okay!” Buggy knocked on the counter. “Hey, you, bartender, make me a whiskey and pour a glass of rosé wine for the girl.”

Catherine spun around in front of the mirror for a long time, examining herself from all sides. “My flashy fool's gonna like this.” She squealed and ran back. When Catherine returned to the arena, she hid behind one of the decorations for a moment to watch Buggy. He was basking in the attention of the entire team, actively gesturing and laughing. She straightened her shoulders, looked at herself again and ran towards him.

“Hey, birthday boy!” Catherine gently tapped Buggy on the shoulder. “I'm back!”

“I ordered yo~. Fuck me! Fuck me very much!” Buggy's jaw dropped when he looked at Catherine. She was in the beautiful mid-thigh dress with black lacing on the purple corset, featuring a form-fitting lace up black bodice that accentuates her curves. The off-shoulder design added a touch of the romance and the flowing bunched black skirt had a sexy asymmetrical hemline.

“Wow! My chatterbox can't find words, I'm amazed. Like it? Do I look like the queen of the seven seas?” She twirled several times and watched him simply nod his head. Catherine laughed, reaching her hand up to his chin. “Close your mouth and tell me something!”

Buggy swallowed and drank his whiskey with one gulp. “Damn! You look so hot, Catherine Mitchell!” He immediately wrapped his arms around her waist and started to slide his other hand down her ass.

“What are you doing?” Catherine slapped him on his hands. “There are people around. And Cabaji is still here.”

“What are you standing there for? Get out of here!" Buggy barked at Cabaji, who grabbed his beer and quickly ran away from the bar. “Just fuck. You look... Just fuck.”

“While you're looking for the right words, go change into your circus clothes, please.” Catherine wrapped her arms around his neck, tiptoed and pecked him in his lips. “Your vest and leather pants will go perfectly with our theme. Who knows, maybe I have a gift for you.”

“If the next gift isn't hot sex on my desk, I don't want to talk to you at all, woman.”

“I'm not having sex with you while your friends are here. If you behave well, who knows. Maybe I'll lift the ban on your office for today.” Catherine gently ran her finger down his neck and winked.

"I'm gonna change!" Buggy pushed her away slightly and quickly disappeared into the dark corridor.

Catherine laughed loudly, picked up her wine, took a sip, sat on the bar and looked around the arena. “Perfect.”

The crew's laughter, the clinking of glasses and toasts to the Captain could be heard throughout the arena. While she was waiting for Buggy, one of the crew members came up to her, began to thank her for the party and they started talking. When Buggy returned, the first thing he heard was Catherine’s ringing laughter, and then he saw how she was fluttering freak's hair.

“Hey, I'm back.” Buggy came closer, glanced at the freak, and put his hand on Catherine’s back. The freak swallowed, blushed and quickly ran away.

Catherine smiled and glanced at Buggy. “Wow! I love your circus outfit. You look so hot. And in this dress, I’m now mated with you. We are like a small pirate family today.” Catherine put her glass down and wrapped one arm around Buggy’s neck. “See. They're toasting you. They love you, not like I do, but they do.” She adjusted his bandana. “I’m so proud of you, my blue-haired love.” Catherine kissed Buggy on the cheek and glanced at the crew. “Hey, you bunch of bilge rats, Quick, raise your glasses in the name of your Captain!” She looked at Buggy, who glanced at her with raised eyebrows and laughed. “I've always wanted to say that.” Catherine proudly raised her head and stroked Buggy’s shoulder. “I love you. Oh, I have another gift for you. I'll be right back.” She kissed him on the lips, jumped off the counter and ran off somewhere.

Buggy was sipping his whiskey and chatting with his teammates. He liked to be bathed in attention. He was talking to Mohji when he heard the sounds of fiddling and Catherine's voice.

“Go faster!!” Catherine nudged the freak in the back. “Put this box on the keg!” The freak struggled to lift the big present box.

“What’s this?” Buggy came closer to her, sipping whiskey.

"I've been thinking about what to get you for a long time. Then I thought, you're the captain of this circus. And the captain shouldn't walk without it! Open it!" Catherine took the glass from his hands and invited him to the box.

“Okay.” Buggy opened the lid and frozen for a second, looking inside in surprise. “What the f~?”

“Only the greatest captain should have a fur coat. I know it's a stupid gift, but I couldn't think of anything better.” Catherine watched as he slowly ran his fingers through the fabric. “Your face. You don't like it, do you?”

“No! I like it very much!” Buggy pulled the coat out of the box and slipped it over his shoulders.

“And look how it suits you! It's a sandy color. You can cover me when I'm cold!” Catherine ran her hands over the sleeves and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Happy birthday, my mystery Buggy, who is worth a lot of money somewhere. I love you so, so much!”

Catherine shifter her gaze to the crew. “What are you all standing there for?” She clapped her hands. “Let's have some fun! Woohoo!”

Catherine’s ringing laughter, music, drunken toasts and dancing filled the entire tent. Mohji was dancing till he fell down, Cabaji was dancing with some girl.

“Damn, she's so happy. And she did all this for me. She constantly makes sure everyone has drinks and is having fun. She laughs loudly. I love the way she wrinkles her nose when she laughs. She gets asked to еру dance. Not that I'm thrilled about it, but I kind of like it. look at her, clown.. And now she's dancing with... hey, watch the hands! My hands are the only ones allowed on her waist! Oh, she moved them herself. What was I talking about? Oh yeah... And I love how before and after she is invited to dance, she runs up and gives me kisses. What does she even see in me? She's alive and funny and real, and I w–”

“Hey, handsome! Why are you sad here?!” Catherine’s voice pulled Buggy out of his thoughts. She took the glass of whiskey from his hands, put it on the counter and took Buggy by the hands. “Let's go dance!”

“I don't know. I'm a bad dancer, Cathie-pie.”

“I don't care, this's my favorite song and I wanted to dance to it with you. Ple-e-ease!!” Catherine made sad cat eyes and watched as Buggy rolled his eyes in response, but nodded. Catherine clenched her fists and squealed happily, dragging him to the center of the arena. “See? We're under your favorite spotlights.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his hands on her waist, and began to rock him from side to side to the music rhythm. “I don't know what kind of parties you've thrown before, but this one seems pretty good, huh?”

Buggy exhaled and blushed. “This one's even better.”

Catherine narrowed her eyes and squealed. “I knew you loved me!” Smack. Smack. “Do you know how much I love you? Just li-i-ike tha-a-at!” She spread her arms wide and laughed.

Buggy lifted her hand and Catherine twirled around her own axis. They swayed to the rhythm of the music, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they danced under the spotlight. Catherine’s hair cascaded down her back like a sunset river, while Buggy's strong arms wrapped around her, holding her close as they spun and twirled in perfect sync. The music faded away, and they slowed to a stop, their chests heaving in unison as they gazed into each other's eyes. For a moment, they stood still, savoring the magic of the moment, the world around them melting away as they lost themselves in the depths of their love.

“Hi.” Catherine said quietly.

“Hi.”

“I have another surprise!” Catherine cleared her throat and ran to the middle of the arena and, raising her hands to face level, she clapped theatrically. “Bring the surprise!!”

Сabaji rolled out a large table with a huge black cake on it. Catherine clapped her hands again and the whole team began to sing “Happy Birthday.” Buggy burst out laughing and came closer to Catherine.

“We rehearsed for a long time!” Catherine almost laughed until she cried, watching everyone blush with shame, singing a congratulatory song. “And this is your cake. We are having a pirate party, right? We have a pirate ship and we have our own captain. And what ship is without a flag. See! This is Jolly Roger. And he has your bones and your nose.” She whispered quietly. “I hope you don't take offense, because it won't be your flag without your lovely nose.”

When all the drunken guests had left, Catherine noticed that Buggy hasn't come back. He said he'd be gone for a while, and he didn't come back. She waved to the last guests leaving the tent and walked down the hallways, but Buggy wasn't there.

Catherine knocked on his office. “Are you here? Can I come in?” She carefully opened the door, and saw how he immediately slammed the bottom drawer of his desk shut with a key. “I found you. What are you doing here alone? I miss you. You look sad. I think I did something wrong. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you.”

“No, Cathie-pie, it's okay. How could you offend me?” Buggy exhaled.

“Are you sad because you're getting old?”

“Hey! I’m not old. Just... It's complicated, and I don't want to talk about it right now.”

“Okay, we won't talk. We’re gonna drink! I brought whiskey and wine just for us.” Catherine moved closer to the table and hugged Buggy from behind. “Whatever happened to you in the past, I don't care. I'm glad that the past led you to Cairo. Because I met you. I love you so, so much!” Catherine sat down on the table, put her feet on his lap and took a sip straight from the bottle. “So, what are our plans next?”

Buggy looked at Catherine for a moment and slowly ran his hand down her bare leg. “The dress is so sexy. I've been looking at you all evening, and it turns me on terribly.”

“Everything turns you on, asshole, even if I'm walking around the house in that shark pajama you got me.”

“Shut up, please.” Buggy ran his lips over her legs, leaving a thin trail of lipstick on her skin.

“What are you doing? Stop!” Catherine tried to gently push him away. “Stop it. Not here. Please..” Catherine's breathing quickened. “Damn you, clown. Just imagine. Everyone saw me in this dress. Your whole crew was staring at me, can you believe it?” She reached out, pulled his bandana off, and Buggy’s hair fell about the back and shone like a cascade of water. “The who-o-ole crew.”

Buggy abruptly motioned her over to him, kicked a chair and stood up, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Stop it!”

“You know, I'm willing to bet money that you were pissed off that your freaks were dancing with me, looking at me. At my bare legs, my bare shoulders. You do realize that I'm not wearing a bra right now, right?”

Buggy stood between Catherine’s legs, and she felt his hand come up to cradle her jaw, forcing her to look at him. “I said stop it!”

Catherine immediately wrapped her legs around him and ran her hand from his hair to his neck. “Uh-oh, someone's jealous.”

“I'm not jealous. Let them stare, I don't care. You're mine, my Cathie-pie. And you're my main birthday present for today.” Buggy ran his hand under the hem of her dress.

“I’m not your pr-!” Catherine was cut off by his mouth crashing desperately against hers, his kiss so urgent that it took her a few seconds to regain control of herself. Her mind blanked, and for those few precious seconds, all she could feel was him, his lips and hands all over her. His kiss was more frantic, his touch was rougher than usual, more frenzied, as though he wanted to get as much of her against him as he possibly could.

"I like the way you smell. I like the way you taste, Cathie-pie." As he spoke, the rest of his body began to respond to the feel of her in his arms -- not just due to the allure of intimacy, but also because of the warmth, the softness, and the surprising strength in her thighs, contrasted with the delicate nature of her elbows and wrists, which stirred within him a profound desire to yield to any request she might make.

She now mirrored his intense urgency, moving her body against his as she struggled for dominance until, as always, she surrendered completely in his embrace. She became malleable in his grasp, letting out soft sounds whenever he caressed her in a particular manner; each deliberate stroke of his tongue within her mouth, the way he positioned her thigh over his hip while pressing his arousal against her center, and the smirk he wore against her neck as he lavished attention on the sensitive skin there. His hand on her waist tightened its hold, drawing her body closer to his.

“What if your guys imagined me naked?” Catherine slowly began to unfasten the straps on his vest.

“Are you doing this on purpose, little shit?” Buggy took off his vest, knelt down and began kissing her legs.

“I like to piss you off, asshole.” Catherine felt him move his lips higher. “My love, the door. Please lock the door.”

“No one's here anyway.” Buggy held on as best he could, but with every touch of her soft skin, he felt himself losing control.

Catherine felt his hands begin to squeeze her legs tighter, the kisses became longer. “Someone's going to die.” Catherine giggled and put her hand on his hair. “Don't you want to come up here?”

“Wait! I'm enjoying the moment.” Buggy lifted the hem of her dress slightly. “You’re driving me crazy tonight,” he groaned. “This dress? Phenomenal. Did you wear it for me?” He raised his gaze to her while positioned half-kneeling on the floor, his hands gliding over her exposed thighs, having pushed the dress up to her hips. His eyes were filled with intensity, silently pleading for the response he desired.

Catherine wove her fingers through his hair as he transitioned from his fingertips to his lips, hovering perilously near the edge of her panties. “I–”

“Answer, cotton candy. The captain asked a question.” The words came out more of a grumble, vibrating against her body.

Fuck, she loved it when he spoke like that. It was his captain’s voice. The one which made her legs quiver and sent heat straight to her core. It was dominating. When he spoke to her like that, she was a lost cause.

Catherine murmured. “I knew my captain would like it.”

“Like it?” Buggy pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, and instantly her legs began to wobble. “Baby, I love it.”

That name – just hearing him call her baby at such moments – was enough to send her mind spiraling. Catherine should have known it was only a matter of time before they fell back into each other’s arms. Buggy groaned as he pulled the panties down, and she knew exactly why. She moaned, tugging desperately at his hair with her fingers.

“Lock the door, please.”

Buggy shook his head and emitted a low growl of contentment, then rewarded her by trailing his tongue along her warmth. Her back arched off the table as she attempted to draw him even closer to her.

“That's my girl,” he hissed, before delving into her with his tongue.

Catherine whimpered at the sudden explosion of pleasure, her senses going into overdrive. She was lost, completely helpless, not even aware of the words which were tumbling from her lips.

“Fuck, my love. The do, pl~”

Buggy switched between sucking her clit slowly into his mouth and circling her entrance. Catherine moved one of her hands to her mouth because she realized she’d moaned aloud, because even the sight of him kneeling there, almost made her come. As he continued to pleasure her with renewed intensity and deliberate movements of his tongue, it was not long before she felt herself nearing the brink, stifling a cry of his name. Buggy remained positioned between her legs, one hand resting firmly on her abdomen to provide support. Catherine’s legs trembled, and she realized that without his assistance, she would have collapsed to the floor by that point. Her heart raced even as he gradually rose to his feet.

"I hate you," she said, grasping his hand.

The corner of his mouth curled upward as he cupped her jaw with his hand. “Still alive?” He leaned down to kiss her, allowing her to savor her own essence on his tongue. It was dirty and hot and everything.

“It seems like you're the birthday boy, but I got the present?” Catherine giggled.

“Got? In the past tense? Oh, cotton candy, we're not done yet.” Buggy groaned against her skin, where his mouth was trailing hot kisses over her neck and collarbone. “Now I’m going to fuck you,” he murmured into her ear, and she couldn’t help the desperate whimper that tore from her throat.

Catherine allowed herself to meet his gaze, her brow lifting in challenge. “Do it, then.” She grabbed his back and pressed him closer. His long blue hair spilling around them.

Buggy took off his pants and underwear, smashed into her lips and Catherine moaned softly through the kiss, feeling him enter her. One smooth movement and he was inside her, filling her to the point of ecstasy before withdrawing achingly slowly. She moaned when his second thrust was harder, harsher than the first and she gripped at the edge of the desk to fully support herself.

“The door!” Catherine whimpered through the kiss, feeling him pull her closer to him,

“I don't give a shit! There is no one here.” His lips traveled up the column of her neck, the tip of his nose tracing the side of her face as he breathed against her ear.

She dug her fingers into his hair, when he started picking up the pace. The tension in the air was broken only by his moans and her sighs.

“Don't stop. Don't. I-- I want this, want you. Please, Bug-"

Buggy swallowed her gasp as they mashed into a hard kiss, tongues tangling as they explored each other's mouths. Thoughts washed over Buggy's head like a giant wave. Catherine accidentally reminded him of his past. The past he ran away from, trying to forget who he was and what he had, and now all that was good in his miserable life was her.

“I love you. I love you. I so fucking love you..” Buggy whispered near her lips in a low voice, thrusting until she gasped, the hands on his shoulders turning harsh with the addition of nails.

“Lo- fuck.. y- too.” Catherine smashed into his lips, trying to stifle her moans, which were getting louder.

Buggy's heavy thrusts send a tingling sensation along her spine, while his deep grunts intensified as he became increasingly aroused. With another thrust, Catherine’s nails grazed his back, introducing a unique pain that only motivated him further. As Buggy thrust once more, her body tensed, anticipating the sensations that were about to unfold. His lips departed from hers, trailing down to her neck and further, without the use of his teeth. Catherine slightly arched her neck, allowing him greater access. She pressed her fingers into his back as he drove into her with increased intensity, no longer kissing or caressing her skin.

“I’m so close, my love. Oh, fuck. Fuck me harder and rougher, please.”

Buggy growled, moaning her name. The love he felt in her heart, hearing her endless love words, made him make his thrusts even stronger, even more potent. As she wanted. Catherine tried not to moan his name loudly, afraid of who might be hearing her, breathless pleas as his rod slowly dragged inside her. One more hard thrust and a wave of brain-frying pleasure washed over her as felt they came together.

Buggy pulled her closer and collapsed against her with a drawn out moan, his heart beating like a drum against her chest. His weight was pushing her down on the hard wood table, but she didn't care; she loved his weight on top of her, the feeling of his sweat-slicked body, the musky scent of an aroused male.

They didn't separate immediately. Catherine remained entwined with him as Buggy gradually regained his composure, taking deep breaths. Catherine held him close, providing a few extra moments for him to feel secure. His head rested on her shoulder while she gently massaged his back.

“You okay? With me?” Catherine asked quietly, stroking his back, and saw him nod. “You know, you smell like the salty sea. Musk and the sea.”

“This's the best present ever, cotton candy.” Buggy chuckled and kissed her forehead.

“Liar. I'm sure you did this.. well.. present.. with other girls on your birthday too.”

“This is different. You are not “other girls”. How am I supposed to work at this desk now? How do you say it?” Buggy started imitating her. “This is our first sex on the desk, Buggy. Let's celebrate this every year.”

“Go to hell, pervert.” Catherine gently kissed him on his nose. “By the way, I asked you to close the door. I wouldn't be surprised if you were hoping someone would come in.” She saw him shrug. “How can you think about that? It's such an intimate thing! Half of Cairo probably already knows that I'm sleeping with you.”

“Not true!”

“I don't want to talk to you!” Catherine gently stroked his cheek. “But.. Happy birthday, my silly clown. Love you so, so much.”

Buggy kissed her again and helped her down from the table. While he was fixing his makeup, Catherine wiped his lipstick traces from her body and quickly cleaned up the mess on the table.

Catherine adjusted her dress. “God, I hope Richie didn't hear us."

“Do you think that furry lump is gonna tell everyone what we did here?” Buggy reluctantly looked at himself in the mirror.

Catherine noticed his sad face and immediately ran up to hug him. “You’re my best and the most handsome clown in the world. You know, I have an idea! We take a couple of bottles of booze, the rest of the cake and go home. We'll lie in bed in our pajamas, watching some stupid show and eating cake.”

“Not bad.” Buggy kissed her head. “Do you want to take your favorite stupid walk along the embankment?”

“Really? I want! I really want! I love walking with you!” Catherine squealed happily. “Give me 10 minutes, I need to change my clothes, I can't walk down the street looking like this.”

“But I hoped you would stay in your sexy dress.” Buggy plopped down on the couch.

“Nope! It was a gift just for you, my flashy fool. Otherwise, you'll get mad if someone looks at me in this dress.” Catherine hid behind the closet door, started to undress, and out of the corner of her eye she saw a flying head. “Hey, clown! Don't peek!”

“Are you serious? I've seen you naked a thousand times!”

“I'll take your head now and hide it somewhere in the closet. For God's sake, Buggy, zip up your pants and wait for me, please!” She heard him fall onto the couch and exhale. Buggy tried to peek again, but Catherine threw a pillow at him.

“I'll take your shirt? Okay? And we can g~. what's this?” She pulled out a photo. “Wow! You not only have my picture in your wallet, but also on your shelf?”

“Hey! Give it back!” Buggy sent his hand, pulled the photo out of her hands, and put it in the drawer. “It doesn't mean anything.”

“But this is you and me, when you took me out on a picnic last week. You were grumbling and freaking out because I wanted to take a picture of us. Sure, I'd be happier if I weren't lying between your underwear. Why do you need spare underwear here? Although, you know, don't answer, I don't want to know what you're doing here.” Catherine tiptoed over to the couch, throwing on her shirt, and kissed him on the lips. "I knew you loved me, my Buggy Bear." Smack. “Okay, let's take the cake and go home. I think I've already trampled you with romance tod~.” Catherine opened the door and froze. “Buggy…”

"What?" He sent his head towards the door.

They stared silently at the blushing Cabaji who was returning to the green room, screaming. “I didn't hear anything!!”

“Did you want someone to see us?” Catherine looked at Buggy, not understanding whether he was proud of this situation or ashamed. "Congratulations, clown, your dream has almost come true."

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Alpha! Toxic!Sorority!Vanessa X Omega!Reader. I'll keep you here PT 2

A/N: Stacie and YN have a PLATONIC relationship! So every time they say ‘ I love you ‘ ( it’s like twice ) they aren’t having a affair or something

" shhh, I know Elizabeth...cmon, let's fall asleep "

You held your daughter close to your chest, as she wailed into the night. You were desperately trying to get her asleep, you knew she was a bother to the other Soroity girls in the house. It had only been a month since she was born, and god could she cry.

" I-I know Elizabeth, it's a lot, it's a lot for mama too....i just need you to sleep, please... maam needs to go with her friends to get her pretty dress...and I'll be getting yours too. You'll be so pretty, just please go to sleep. "

You felt your eyes swell with tears, her wails continuing. God this was too much, you let this happen, you could have done so many things to stop this, but now you were stuck with Vanessa. You had school assignments piling up, and you were getting married in August, only months away.

" y/n...give me her.."

You glanced up, seeing Vanessa figure in the doorway, the little light in Elizabeth's room lit Vanessa green eyes up. She gently walked towards you, taking Elizabeth in her arms, who settled down almost instantly.

"d-does she not like me.?"

" no y/n. She's just had you all day, she wants her mother for a bit. Go lay down, please. I need my girl rested for her huge day tomorrow

Vanessa kissed your forehead gently, and you left the room, laying down in Vanessa bed and falling asleep instantly. Vanessa scent of vanilla and citrus flooded your nostrils, and comforted you as you drifted to sleep.

*~*

" why are you having me take a picture of you y/n, no one can see! "

« Vanessa wants to see the options I like. Then she'll tell me what one matches the theme best. "

It was just you and Stacie, your best friend, in the boutique. You had plenty of elegant gowns lined up on racks for you to try on. Your current one was a ball gown, with lace ruffles and beautiful sequins down the dress.

" what do you mean she's going go see it?? The whole point is she doesn't! "

" I know Stacie...but she just wants it perfect, and these are the only ones with matching baby dresses. Vanessa only wants me, her, and Elizabeth wearing white. It's gotta be perfect. "

Stacie sighed, helping you fluff your dress before standing back to take the photo, and sent it off to Vanessa as you went into the back to change.

" she says no. She wants some sorta sleeve."

" alright! One minute! "

You went for the next dress, with lace lining the edges of the dress, that lead up the chest part in beautiful flowered swirls. It had puffy lace sleeves that only had the cuffs touching your skin. You stepped out of your changing room and onto the small stage in front of Stacie.

" oh, this has to be it. Its gorgeous!! "

" we'll take a picture! Oh I hope she says yes.."

Stacie quickly took a few nice photos of you in the dress, and sent the to Vanessa. Your heart raced with anticipation, you loved this dress, she had to love it, please let her love it.

" she says yes!! She loves it! She says you're absolutely stunning in it and she can't...you can read the rest "

You squealed in joy as you snatched the phone, blushing almost immediately as you read the rest of Vanessa's message.

" Oh it's gorgeous. Yes, 100% yes. God I can't wait to rip it off you after the wedding~ "

You laughed, sending her back a heart as you hugged Stacie tightly, squeezing her into you.

Stacie chuckled, pressing her forehead against yours.

" you seem so happy about all this...are you really? "

You smiled softly, glancing off into mirrors around the boutique.

" I am. S-she's great..really.... an amazing mother to Elizabeth..."

" really? Even though she wasn't there...? "

You looked up at Stacie, nodding silently, still holding your smile.

" she is. She's stayed up late and changed and bottle fed her...she watches her when I have exams...she's such a good mother to her...unlike me…”

" don't say that y/n. You're a wonderful mom..."

You sat down on the small stage,you were exhausted, you could hardly sleep after last night, kept up by the thought you were an awful mother. You couldn't get your a daughter to sleep without help.

" i-i just feel like Elizabeth hates me...she just cries and cries when I hold her, and the other sorority girls complain that she keeps them up, a-and-"

" well if A bunch of girls are annoyed by a baby that's there problem. Vanessa said they could move out for a bit, but they insisted on staying.And Elizabeth is just a baby, she's going to cry. It doesn't make you a bad mom that you need some help with her. It's normal..."

" I just...I feel bad she has to grow up around these people..."

Stacie sat besides you, pulling you into a tight hug, wiping away your tears and pressing her forehead against yours.

" it won't be forever. Vanessa graduated, your almost about to graduate as valedictorian. Do you know how incredible that is. You haven't let this pregnancy stop you. Your passing with flying colors, you get to go on that stage and say ' hey losers, guess who's valedictorian and a mother. ‘ “

You chuckled, hugging her tightly. Stacie was always there for you in your ups and downs.

And she would always be there, she was your child's Godmother, and she swore she'd do anything for her. She'd do anything for you.

" yeah. Yeah. Thank you Stacie....cmon. Let's pay for this dress and go get something to eat. “

You stood up, smiling once more, going back into the changing room to change back. You were valedictorian, and you were about to marry a successful lawyer, with your beautiful daughter. You were loved.

*~*

“ Vanessa Dean Shelly. Are you kidding me??? A huge ass party the day before my finals?? A huge party with our baby in the house?? “

“ relax baby, it’s the last party I’m throwing as president before Bailey takes over. The upstairs is off limits, and- “

“ It dosent matter!! You promised me months ago that you would watch Ellie while I studied!! This is ridicules. “

You turned around and stormed upstairs, grabbing your empty backpack and heading into Elizabeth’s room, packing up her necessities, diapers, bottles, clothes, wipes. Elizabeth was still sleeping when you were done packing, as you quickly dialed Stacie’s number.

“ Hello?? “

“ sorry Stacie, can me and Ellie crash at the dorm? Vanessa’s throwing the big song the year party, and I don’t wan Ellie to be in the house for it. “

“ Seriously?? Your kidding. Alright, I’m coming. Love ya. “

“ love ya to “

You hung up, finishing packing your stuff as you gently picked up Elizabeth, kissing her forehead gently. You placed her in the carrier, slinging the backpack on as you made your way back downstairs, people already beginning to pile in.

“ Yn?? Hell are you doing with Ellie. “

“ we are spending the night at Stacie’s. And we won’t be back till you’re sober. She’ll be here any moment. “

You made your way outside, waiting on the sidewalk. Vanesssa chased after you grabbing your shoulder.

“ C-cmon yn!! Have a drink, relax! You haven’t been in a party for months! “

“ cause I’m taking care of our daughter! Do you remember last time, you were drunk, banging on the door to see her. Your not ok when your drunk. “

Just then, Stacie’s car pulled up. You opened the back door, sliding Ellie in and sitting besides her. Vanessa tried to hold the door open, you could tell she was angry, desperate for you not to go.

“ I’ll cancel the party if it’ll make you happy, ok?? No one’s gonna hurt our baby!! “

“…it’s not the others I’m worried about…”

You finally closed the door, Stacie quickly drove off and you watched Vanessa storm up the steps, kicking a flowerpot off the steps before going inside. You looked down at Ellie, holding her small hand with your finger.

“ I’m sorry Stacie…”

“ don’t be. Your bed is still nice and made, it’ll be like you never left. “

“ yeah…I don’t wanna be a bother again but. Could you maybe…watch Elizabeth while I’m at my final tomorrow…? “

“ yeah! Of course! You have all the stuff, so no problem. “

You looked back down at Ellie, watching her yawn, as she slowly blinked her eyes open to look at you.

“ thank you…”

*~*

You had stayed with Stacie for two days before Vanessa finally called back. Ellie had just ran out of diapers, and you had neglected to pack your own clothes, so you stank in your outfit. Stacie had given you one of her hoodies to borrow, to try and help. You stepped out of her car, Elizabeth in the carrier and the practically empty backpack slung over your shoulder.

Vanessa stood on the front step, watching you as you made your way up to her.

“ give me my daughter. She needs her mother. “

“ My English final went great, thank you for asking. “

You gently handed over the carrier, shoving past and into your bedroom to change. You could hear Vanessa following after you, her presence heavy over you.

“ and burn that hoodie why don’t you. You don’t need to be wearing her clothes. “

“ wow i missed you to Vanessa. Why are we even getting married if your like this. “

“ don’t talk to me like that. Look. “

She turned you around with her open hand, pulling her collar down enough to show off to show off the set of bite marks around the base of her neck.

“ look. You have me this mark, the night after I proposed to you. You did this to show me you loved me. Why are you treating me like this. “

You froze, glancing up at her, then down to Ellie, before at the ground.

“ I’m…I-I’m sorry Vanessa…I was just….stressed about my final. I should sleep on the couch tonight, just so I can cool down…I-i love you. “

You clung onto Vanessa, leaning your head against her. You were a bit…rude lately…you just needed some time to unwind.

“ aww…I love you too sweetheart. I’ll Watch Elizabeth tonight, mkay~? “

“ alright…t-thank you…”

*~*

Finally. Today was the day. You sat in your dressing room as your stylists did your hair and makeup. The pretty wedding dress fit you perfectly, and Ellie was already in hers, waiting for the ceremony to start.

Stacie was nearby as her stylist fixed her up. She was your maid of honor, and one of the few bridesmaids you had.

“ you ready yn? I just got the text there ready when we are. “

“ mhm…a-as ready as I can be…”

You could see Stacie from the corner of your eye. The stylist finished up and left. You gently picked up Elizabeth, holding her at your side as you looked into the mirror. You’ve never looks so pretty, you where gorgeous in the dress.

“ cmon…lemme see Ellie. Your bouquets right there. Remember the plan? “

“ M-mhm…first is Vanessa, then her girls, then my mom will bring down Ellie, then you girls…then I walk down with dad…”

Stacie held your hand, giving you a gentle smile. You returned the smile, squeezing her hand.

“ I love…”

“ no. Don’t say that right now yn. Today’s the day you put all your love onto one girl. Ok? “

You nodded, wiping away your tear before it messed up your makeup. Stacie smiled once more, leaving the room before you and leaving you alone. This was it, the moment you waited for. You were excited, it just felt so. Off.

You were getting married in the most beautiful chapel you’d ever seen. Everyone was coming, even though your family was much larger than Vanessa’s. All your friends and almost every sorority girl was there.

You made your way out into the hall, holding your bouquet of hydrangeas and lilys. The walk down to the entrance felt like it took forever. When you finally walked through, the photographers immediately began to take photos, you pulled your smile onto your face, staying back as everyone else lined up. You could see your mother settling Ellie into the small wagon to bring her down the aisle.

Then the music began. Your smile only grew brighter, you were getting married to the women your loved. You had a beautiful baby girl with her, and an amazing life. You could see Vanessa coming in the other way, blocked by her bridesmaid to not see you. Then she was followed by her girls, then your mother carried Ellie down, then you watched Stacie and the few others, then it was you.

Your father took your arm, giving you a gentle smile. The music began to change, as you made your way down. The eyes of every person in there were on you. It would have scared you if you weren’t so fixed in Vanessa.

She was wearing a gorgeous long Lacey dress, covered in laced flowers and small jewels. Her shoulders and neck were bare and open, with a beautiful rose gold chain around her neck, with a beautiful diamond on it. You could see the mark you left on her, small but deep. She was holding Ellie in one arm, smiling at you as your father let you go, as you stood across from her. Elizabeth turned and reached for you, and you took her with your open hand, as the preacher began to speak.

“ Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today for the holy union of these two lovely souls. Today they are to be united permanently, love bound for eternity. Vanessa, if you’d like to start with your speech. “

Vanessa nodded, clearing her throat before talking. Her green eyes beautifully starring into yours.

“ Y/N L/N, or, shall I say soon to be Y/N Shelly. Sense the moment I saw you in our college class, I knew I had to have you. I knew you would be the one to spend the rest of my life with. I know, we have had our ups and down in our relationship, but, what couple hasent. I’m the luckiest women in the world to be married to a college valedictorian, a wonderful mother of our wonderful daughter. I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my mate, my wife Y/n. I love you. “

You watched Vanessa get teary eyed, before wipping them quickly. Elizabeth made a small coo, and turned to Vanessa. Everyone let out a small chuckle as Vanessa took Elizabeth back.

“ Y/N, now you may give your speech. “

You cleared your throat, holding Vanessa open hand.

“ V-Vanessa….i know we have had our rough moments. But I’ve seen you grow, and I have grown besides you. I knew that when I first saw you, there was something. Something special about you, and now here we are, with our perfect daughter at this perfect ceremony. I love you. I love you more than I can ever possibly show you. I’m the luckiest to have you as my mate Vanessa. “

The pastor cleared his throat, signaling for a girl to bring up two small cases. He took them both, and opened the first one. Inside sat a gorgeous silver wedding band with the date etched on it. He handed it to you, and you took Vanessa had.

“ Repeat after me,’ I, Yn, promise to stay by your side, through sickness and death, through sadness and joy, as your lawfully wedded wife “

“ I, Yn, promise to stay by your side, through sickness and death, through sadness and joy, as your lawfully wedded wife “

You gently slide the ring onto her finger, you could see her smile growing. The pastor took out the next ring, a thinner silver band with the date etched on it.

“ Repeat after me. ‘ I, Vanessa, promise to stay by your side, through sickness and death, through sadness and joy, as your lawfully wedded wife ‘ “

“ I, Vanessa, promise to stay by your side, through sickness and death, through sadness and joy, as your lawfully wedded wife “

Vanessa gently slid the ring onto your finger. You felt your eyes swell with tears, you could latch onto right now if you wanted.

“ And now, with the power vested in me, by the state of Minnesota, I now pronounce you Wife and Wife, you may now kiss the brides. “

Vanessa turned and handed off Ellie to one of her bridesmaids, and immediately scooped you up, kissing you deeply. The roar of applause and cheers filled the room. She carried you in her arms as you both walked down the aisle. You pulled her face you yours, kissing her deeply.

“ Well, Mrs Shelly, how does it feel to be married to the best women on earth. “

“ I don’t know Nessa, how does it feel~ “

Vanessa laughed, kissing you once again and putting you down. The bridesmaids followed after you, returning Elizabeth to your hands. You both bent down and kissed her small cheeks. You haven’t felt this happy in months, this was the best feeling you’ve had. And now you were married to the best Women ever.

*~*

You sat besides Vanessa at the brides table, she was loudly talking to her friends, laughing about stories from college. Elizabeth sat besides you, gently feeding her the baby food you had brought, not to focused about the atmosphere.

The After-Party was in a beautiful hotel convention room. It was adorn with gorgeous crystal chandeliers, with gorgeous and colorful rose bouquets across every table.

“ Well, Mrs. Shelly, why aren’t you enjoying yourself? “

You glanced up, seeing William standing infront of you, he was dressed ins a deep violet suit, his greying hairs combed back.

“ oh, I’m just feeding Ellie, the party just started, I’ll have time later “

“ you and Vanessa haven’t even had your first dance. Everyone’s waiting. I’ll finish feeding little Elizabeth, and you two have your dance. This is just as much your night as it is hers. “

You smiled, giving and gentle nod as you handed him the rest of the small jar of baby food, letting him pick up Ellie and go back to his seat.

“ nessy….i think it’s time…”

“ Hm? Oh yes! Bailey go tell the band we’re ready. “

Vanessa stood up, taking your hand and leading you to the middle of the dance floor. Everyone went silent, as the slow rhythm of the music filled the room. You held onto both of her hands, as you both gently began to waltz, your eyes locked onto eachothers.

“ Oh..yn you look gorgeous..”

“ your just as stunning Vanessa….i love you..”

Vanessa spun you, before pulling you into her, and kissing you gently. Her Ivy Green eyes glowed in the slight.

“…I love you too..Mi Amor~ “

You chuckled pulling back a Little to sway better.

“ Spanish Vanessa? Rather romantic…it’s still early dear~ “

“ I’ll be very romantic with you later then dear~ “

You felt like you were floating, like no one else was here with you, just you and Vanessa, dancing under the beautiful stars. She was the best thing to happen to you in years, like she has changed everything in one night.

The music stopped, and the clapping started. Vanessa walked you back to the brides table, looking around and beginning to panic slightly.

“ Where’s Ellie!! Where did she go-! “

“ it’s ok!! No worries, William has her, see? “

Vanessa looked over, her eyes like daggers as she saw William feeding Elizabeth.

“ I see. Whatever, just get her back soon. “

“ please, just don’t hate your father for the night. He’s just being helpful, he wants us to have fun. “

“ alright…I still want Ellie back soon..”

You pulled vanessa closer, hugging her arm close to you. Vanessa rolled her eyes, kissing your forehead.

“ I love you YN…I hope your having a good time “

“ I’m having a wonder night Vanessa…thank you so much…I love you. “

Vanessa smiled softly, looking over at the table of her friends who were waving her over.

“ go, we’ll have all night together, go hang out with your friends. “

“ you sure? “

“ positive Vanessa. “

Vanessa smiled, getting up and walking over to her friends. You got up and went over to Stacie, who sat nearby.

“ you having fun? “

“ I am! It’s great. “

“ I’m so happy for you YN. I really am. “

You sat besides Stacie, and began talking about your highschool and college years. You were married to Vanessa, but you both still knew you could be separated at times like this. You glanced over at her, and saw her starring back at you. What a lucky girl you where

*~*

The whole night had been filled with dancing and talking, and amazing food. Vanessa really haven’t wasted a cent on it. You were sitting in front of the vanity in yours and Vanessa’s room, brushing your hair out and prepping yourself for bed. Elizabeth had just gone down, and she was fast asleep. Suddenly, Vanessa rushed through the door, chuckling softly.

“ YN! “

“ Vanessa shh! I just got Ellie down…what’s the matter? “

“ the hostess told me they just finished cleaning up. Cmon, head down with me. “

You tilted your head, standing up and walking over to her. You were wearing simple grey sweatpants and a black shirt.

“ Why? And what about Ellie? “

“ Elizabeth is a heavy sleeper, and it won’t be that long, just cmon! “

Vanessa took your hand, quickly pulling you into the hall and gently shutting the door. You chuckled as she rushed you to the elevator. She must be drunk, she’s never been this excited about something so small.

You both entered the elevator, Vanessa his the lobby button and held your hand tightly. You leaned your head against hers, and with her open hand she turned your head and kissed you gently. You didn’t taste a drop of alcohol on her tongue.

“ your sober Vanessa? “

“ of course I am. Ok I had one drink at the beginning of the after party, but nothing else. “

The elevator dung, and Vanessa quickly rushed you out, heading towards the center your wedding was held in. The hostess smiled and nodded, and Vanessa walked you into the middle of the floor. All the tables had been packed away, it was empty. Just the two of you.

Vanessa pulled her phone out and scrolled through, pulling up the two of yours favorite song. She smiled softly, holding your hips and beginning to sway gently, you followed suit after.

“ I wanted to give you one last dance. Just for you baby. “

“ Vanessa….i-I…”

“ I love you YN Shelly. “

“ I love you more Vanessa Shelly…”

You kissed her gently, and pressed your forehead against hers. The two of you stayed like this the whole song, swaying and humming softly, embracing each other’s love. At the end, Vanessa gave you a twirl, before pulling you into a gentle kiss. You giggled, hugging her tightly.

“ I love you…”

“ I love you more “

Afterwards, Vanessa lead you back through the lobby, up the elevator, and finally back to your room. Elizabeth was still asleep, like nothing had happened. You both snuggled onto the bed, hugging eachother tightly.

“ sleep well yn. I hope you have the best dreams…”

“ you too Vanessa….thank you…”

Vanessa kissed your head as your drifted away to slumber. The last things you heard her say was a simple.

“…thank you….”

*~*

“ Baby…get up…”

“ Vanessa…? “

“ fuck…I’m so hard baby…”

You groggily rubbed your eyes, sitting up and seeing Vanessa sat up in bed, panting slightly with a visible tent in her boxers.

“ I-I couldn’t sleep and I let myself daydream about…about how sexy you looked in that wedding dress…a-and I’m..I’m so hard yn…please…”

Vanessa whined softly, you blushed lightly as the sight. You gently pulled down her boxers, taking her girth in your hand, stroking it gently.

“ shh…I’ll take care of you nessa~ “

“ Please…I-i need my pretty omega…”

You smiled, tossing off your sweats and panties, stabbing her hips.

“ wet already? “

“ well when you get all hot and bothered like this I can’t help myself Vanessa…”

You grinded slightly against her length, before placing your arms over her shoulders and letting yourself slip onto it.

“ o-oh fuck vannessa~ “

“ Y-Yn~ “

Vanessa gripped your thighs, holding onto you as you bounced on her cock. Her ivy eye where the only thing glowing in the room, just you two in darkness, loving eachother with such force, such dedication.

“ S-so big nessy…p-please give me more…”

“ you want m-more princess~? “

“ P-pretty please…”

Vanessa smirked, flipping you backwards. She threw your legs over your shoulders, and thrusted hard into you. You let out a shrill moan, before quickly covering you mouth.

“ yeah, that’s it…keep quiet for me baby…I-I’ll fuck this pussy nice and good…”

Vanessa continued her pace, kissing up and down your neck, leaving small marks every now and then. Your moans were muffled but audible, fuck she was big. And you got to keep her all to yourself now, what a lucky little omega you were.

“ v-Vanessa…p-please…”

“ F-Fuck! Take it…take my pretty load and keep it in your pretty cunt all night long…like a good slut~ “

Vanessa’s thrusts grew faster, as she gripped your sides to hold you better. You cried out louder, as Vanessa’s muffled you with a kiss.

“ cum with me…show me how much you love me YN Shelly. “

“ F-fuck…I-I….i love you n-nessa- F-FUCKKKK “

You cried out as your came, feeling Vanessa thrust in again, her hot load following after.

“ that’s it….you like being filled with my pups don’t you slut~ “

You were too exhausted to answer, panting heavily as you expected her to continue.

“ I won’t push you…rest…but next time we aren’t stopping. I love you YN. “

Vanessa kissed your forehead, pulling out slowly and laying besides you, pulling you into her arms as you drifted asleep once again in her strong, loving arms.

*~*

“ Yn Get up. We have to get ready for brunch. Make sure Ellie’s changed and dressed. “

You yawned, sitting up in the comfy hotel bed, your legs still hurt from last night. Vanessa was up and in her new dress already. You were groggy, exhausted from the day prior.

“ where are you going nessa….”

“ I’m going to the restaurant early to make sure the buffet is set up perfectly. Dont worry, I’ll be back to get you two. Your dress is hanging in the bathroom, Elizabeth’s is there too. I’ll be back “

Vanessa made her way to the door, looking back at you before leaving. You sighed, sitting up and heading into the next room, Ellie was still asleep.

“ heavy sleeper huh? Even after last night. Pft…cmon baby girl, let’s get you all pretty “

You lifted her up and carried her into the next room, and as soon as you did she stared crying.

“ no no shh…shh its ok Elizabeth…mamas gonna get you all pretty for yummy breakfast. “

You bounced her in your arms, looking out the window. You could see the whole city from the top floor. Thats when it hit you. Vanessa was elsewhere, you were with your crying baby, it was just like months ago.

You sighed, turning to head into the bathroom. You loved Vanessa with all your heart, but she was a busy woman. She could clearly make time for you, like last night. But maybe she just needed to be busy.

But she had kept her promise. She kept you here. And you weren’t all to upset about it. She loved you, even if she couldn’t alway show it. And you definitely loved her.

#vanessa shelly #five nights at freddy's #vanessa shelly x reader #sorority!vanessa #toxic!vanessa #vanessa shelly smut #alpha!vanessa #omega!reader #omegaverse #sorry i was gone #but I hope this is good!! love you all!!

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reallyromealone · 1 year

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Uncanny Valley reader 7

Warning nsfw

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(Name) stood before his plush toys with an intensity Rans never seen before, he never thought this would be the thing (name) would be so stuck on but here (name) was.

"How about this, what ones are you less stressed about cleaning when I bend you and fuck you" Ran whispered in (name)s ears and watched the man straighten up a bit, back stiff and Ran smirked at his reaction as he grabbed his non rare stuffed toys that could easily be washed and wandered back to the bedroom and set them down on the bed.

Rans penthouse--- their penthouse was less showroom and more homey, the cats enjoying the sunlight from the large windows and Ran placed (name)s throw blankets around when the man was hesitant to take up space.

Rindō was already being an annoying sibling to (name), he could see how (name) and ran looked at one another, (name)s looks far more discreet than Rans blatant love struck expression whenever he looked or thought of (name).

Rindō and Ran also bought (name) clothes, casual clothes that matched the man's love of cute things.

"Maybe you could wear this... In the bedroom" Ran asked (name) while he hugged him from behind, the information broker looking at the maids dress "this isn't very good night wear" (name) said to him almost like he was stupid and ran chuckled "not for sleeping smart ass" Ran said groping the others hips "what...Oh" (name) said with realization and ran didn't miss the slight blush on the man's face "perhaps" he said letting ran pull him close "yeah? Gonna let me dress you up all pretty and fuck you good?" Ran said sneaking his hand up (name)s shirt to fondle his flesh and kiss his neck "can I introduce something to the bedroom?"

Ran wasn't expecting to be tied up while (name) touched the pretty ribbons "shibari? Who knew you were so kinky" ran teased as (name) kissed him "you look good like this" (name) said methodically as he traced rans tattoo "you look pretty good too, lower the top for me baby" ran commanded his boyfriend who did so and Ran suck on his chest while (name) stroked his cock, the two had a very fun time experimenting sexually.

(Name) had taken the time to deep dive into things sexually and Ran was more than happy to test those curiosities.

Ran had the memory of (name) hung up by ropes getting fucked by ran and fucking a flashlight in his mental spank bank forever.

(Name) rubbed their cocks together and both men let out soft breaths of pleasure as ran moved to kiss (name) and slipped his tongue in, enjoying seeing his boyfriend so flushed and needy.

Though Ran wasn't much better.

Bonten was persistent but (name) had a way to deter them.

"August sixth, 2004" (name) said simply as he looked Kakucho dead in the eyes "kakucho couldnt find a--""Ok! Thats enough" kakucno said shutting (name) up "you have made your point" he said seriously "really because im more than happy to talk about april fourth 20-""NO!"

They forgot (name)s profession.

He could find anything about anyone.

He found people who were "dead" god knows what he could find about criminals like them.

It was impressive truly.

(Name)s office was bare, no personal affects and the bare minimum.

Everything he needed on: 3 usb sticks, an external hardrive and his laptop, All secured in a triple armored safe hidden not in his office but around bonten itself. His other laptop hidden under a fake flooring in the penthouse. He had dirt on politicians to average people, he had reason to be paranoid with it all, the computer fundamentally impossible to hack into from everything he had done to it along with his phone.

(Name) was truly valuable and even more terrifying with the advancements bonten had given him, the reach he had was horrifying.

(Name) never looked real, somehow he always looked slightly photoshopped when conducting business "I-I swear I have nothing" a traitor cried out as (name), Sanzu and Rindō stood around for "questioning" as (name) looked absolutely unsettling "you signed your life to Bonten yet you betray the thing that keeps you alive" (name) said simply as he pulled out a binder "you die regardless though I should tell you, did you know you had a daughter?"

"W-what?"

"Yes, a daughter... With that woman you loved? What was her name... Ah yes Yuu" (name) said and the man looked wide eyed "they are coming tomorrow to see you, so she could introduce you to your daughter and maybe start a new life..."

"No..."

"Yes and you threw all that away because like the grub worm you are, you branded yourself a traitor" (name) smiled softly, not uncomfortable but sadistic "it will be quite tragic... What they will see"

"Food?" (Name) looked curious at the food Ran was preparing as he returned home, it was Rans day off and he decided to surpise his boyfriend "it is, thought you might be hungry" (name) looked VERY interested in it and Ran let him taste and it was worth it as his reaction was pure bliss "go set the table its almost done"

(Name) set the table quietly as ran put the food into (bowls/serving plates) and set it down.

"whens your birthday?" Ran asked curiously as he looked at the daily horoscopes "I dont have one" (name) shrugged as if it were nothing and ran looked genuinely startled at this "how do you not have a birthday?!"

"I don't have any family to tell me, the people I grew up around didnt care about those things"

They spoke in snippets about his past, it was vague and confusing and left ran with more questions than answers.

"... why not make today your birthday?"

"How would we know its my birthday?"

"How would we know its not?"

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers fluff #male reader #bonten x reader #ran x reader #ran x male reader #uncanny valley

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yankstrash · 2 months

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it isn't uncommon for hockey girlfriends to dread development camp over the summer

for a lot of girls, this it the time where their boyfriends have to join their team in another state or worse, in another country, for the teams dev camp, meaning time spent far away from them and a hectic schedule for the boys

however, if you're amelia, you look forward to this time

because dev camp for gabe is a short 20 minute drive from amelias parents house, where she spends her summer break

how perfect is that.

her week is perfectly planned out

she wakes up, with gabe beside her.

goes to dev camp, with gabe on the ice in front of her.

lays by the pool, with gabe rubbing tanning lotion on her.

and falls asleep, with gabe on top of her.

each day is like the last, and amelia wouldn't have it any other way.

her boyfriend gets to attend dev camp for his future nhl team 20 minutes away from where amelia grew up and lives over the summer

thank you rangers for drafting gabriel.

after camp ended today, gabe drove back to amelias house, where a home cooked meal made by her mom was waiting for him

he was no doubt her future son in law, and both of her parents loved gabe like he was their own, so they were more than happy to host and cater to him while he was working hard at camp

"gabe how was camp." amelias mom asks as gabe eats the dinner she prepared for the family while he was gone

amelia was about to open her mouth and ask the same question, but just like every night he's been here, her parents beat her to it.

gabe smiles, "it was good, i like my teammates a lot. we have a scrimmage tomorrow which i'm excited for."

amelias mom nods, "i heard, drews mom told me about that. i invited them over for dinner tomorrow after you boys have your scrimmage. it's been too long since we've had a family dinner with them."

amelia smiles at the mention of that

it has been too long.

not only does amelia get her boyfriend while he's at dev camp, she also gets her childhood best friend drew, whose families house is just down the street from hers

drew came over yesterday after camp to go swimming, and amelia got her fulfill of entertainment watching the two boys push each other into the pool and argue over whose team is going to win in the scrimmage

amelia reaches her hand over and drags her nails up and down gabes back in a soothing manner as he eats

"just don't get too buddy buddy with your ranger teammates and decide you'd rather be with them than in boston for another year with me." she jokes, only a hint of seriousness in her voice

gabe smiles over at her, shaking his head

"you know that's not happening, baby. my mind has been made up even before i got to bc last august."

amelia nods, knowing he's right

gabe has always known he wants to play at least 2 years of college before going pro

even if he wanted to leave now, it's no guarantee he would even make the rangers roster, so why rush anything

she nods, "i know i know, just saying.."

"that's right gabriel, stay put. spare me a few more years before i have to see my daughter in a rangers jersey, please." amelias dad says as he walks into the kitchen, giving gabe a pat on the shoulder

"dad." amelia gives him a look, but he and gabe just laugh

"what? it'a a valid point."

gabe looks at his girlfriend and shrugs, "it is."

"it's not. but if it will keep him in boston, then sure. spare him, gabriel."

her dad smiles, patting gabe again, "all good, the isles got eiserman in the draft. we'll be fine."

amelia grins at the mention of his name knowing what gabes current facial expression is

and she's right as she eyes her boyfriend at the exact moment he's rolling his eyes and shaking his head

"god bless cole eiserman, dad."

"no. not god bless cole amelia stealing eiserman."

amelia laughs at gabes complaints

eisy is her little munchkin, and gabe hates the ginormous crush he has on her, even though it's the most harmless crush ever

he really only flirts with meels to annoy gabe, and it works everytime

"you really let that kid get under your skin, babe." amelia says, rubbing gabes arm

he groans and rolls his eyes, "he's a shit."

"he's a kid. my kid."

"he's our rival."

"you love him."

"no.. sometimes. on occasion."

gabe and amelia laid in bed that night while he let out his anxious thoughts about tomorrows scrimmage

"i don't even know why i'm so nervous, it's not like i'm trying to make the team this year. but still... next year. or the year after." he says as he buries his head in amelias neck "i just hope they still think i'm as good as when they drafted me."

amelia chuckles lightly, rubbing her boyfriends back and playing with his hair

"baby, if anything they're going to think you're better than when they drafted you. you took a huge leap your first year at bc and it definitely did not go unnoticed by them, trust me."

"i don't know.. i didn't even make top 10 for hobey finalists."

"well you and i both know that was a load of crap that you didn't, and i'm sure they do too. and who cares. that shouldn't have an impact on what they think of you."

"it matters."

"not that much."

"meels."

"gabriel.. go to sleep. you have a big day tomorrow."

like always, gabe listens to his girlfriend.

like always.

the next day, amelia sat with her mom and dad along with drews family at the scrimmage

it was like she was back in grade school watching her best friends hockey games with both of their families in the stands

only now, she got to watch her best friend and her boyfriend

what a lucky, lucky girl.

"mee mee do you have your drew fat head ready for this season?!" drews mom leans over and asks

amelias cheeks redden at the memory of her bringing a gigantic drew fathead to his games when they were younger

"oh we kept that, it's tucked away somewhere. i'll have to dig it out." amelias mom says with a huge smile

"orrrr it can stay tucked away." amelia says

"no no, i think it needs to be brought out, and a gabe one needs to be made too. we need all the encouragement we can get this season as the boys make a second run for a natty."

sometimes, the mention of the natty still makes amelias chest ache. while it's a distant memory at this point, amelia still can't seem to shake the look on her boyfriends face when she saw him after their loss to denver.

she had never seen him look so defeated

he had never been so defeated since meeting her

the closest he had been was when bc lost to bu in the beanpot, but even the look on his face after that game didn't pale in comparison to the look on his face after they lost the national championship

it was hard for her to see, and still hard for her to think about, but the boys are loaded and ready for a second shot at it this year, even with the losses the team took since the season ended

at the thought of that, amelia snaps a pic of the rink and sends it to her buddy smitty

from: meels

"the two knuckleheads are on opposing teams." she writes after the picture

he replies in seconds

from: smitty

"oh boy... what does the loser get?"

from: meels

"kicked into the pool later and an embarrassing story told about them at dinner."

from: smitty:

"yikes... sad i'm missing it. miss them and you."

from: meels

"miss you nerd. how was your dev camp?"

from: smitty

"a lot of fun, actually. i'm excited for this year."

from: meels

"good. i'll send you another pic at the natty."

from: smitty

"i will be there watching, dw."

from: meels

"too bad you won't be playing when they win."

from: smitty

"hardy har har. maybe i'll coach."

from: meels

"no thanks, we wanna win."

from: smitty

"🗿. i do not miss you."

from: meels

"ditto, loser... ❤️"

the scrimmage ended with gabes team winning, earning him bragging rights over drew

once the boys were showered and changed, everybody went back to amelias house and had dinner

after dinner they all had a fire outside

amelia sat comfortably in gabes lap, snuggled under a blanket and swallowed up by his hoodie

"less than a month left until she leaves us again." amelias mom looks over at meels and pouts her bottom lip "the summer is flying by."

amelia can't help but grin to herself at the mention of going back to school soon

she adores her parents and loves being home, but she is so excited to be back at school in boston with all of her friends and her boyfriend

if sophomore year is anything like freshman year, she's in for round two of one hell of a good time

soon, they will all be back together at bc

minus a few, but she is still so excited

amelia rolls her eyes playfully, "mom, i'm only a few hours away."

"i know i know.. and you love boston. i'm so glad you feel at home there."

amelia smiles, then directs the smile up at her boyfriend

"i do." she says barely above a whisper

gabe smiles back, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on her lips then one on her forehead

"can't wait for a whole nother year of this." he whispers to her

"me too... and lucky me getting to have you so close to me during this week in the summer too."

"aren't you a lucky girl, amelia grace."

"i am."

#princess!gf x gabe perreault

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popcornforone · 1 month

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August

From the Marcus Pike Fan Fic Diary

Master list

July

Sorry this took a while, no real idea why, it’s been written for ages, but here it is our August entry tk the diary. Picking up exactly where we left off. Let see what our happy couple are up to.

Synopsis:- you are enjoying your holiday with Marcus & one day he has decided you should explore a more remote part of the island.

Word count:- 1400

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Sex pollen & aphrodisiac used, every type of sex possible, swearing, exhibition, out in public sex, basically whatever you are expecting Marcus & the reader to do they do it.also please remember this is a diary.

I’ve never written sex pollen before so this was interesting. Thanks for the read as always peoples. See you next month.

Fuck diary, oooh god.

Like I knew this holiday was going to be special, but damn what happened today was insane.

We’re now into our second week of our holiday in Barbados. The private villa with an infinity pool has been well used & let’s just say we are both tanned all over.

Every morning we make love in the shower, Marcus is seriously thinking of changing our shower at home to give it a shelf to sit me on so he can fuck me. We then go out for the morning to explore a different part of the island. Then the afternoon is sunbathing by our pool. Why I brought bikinis I have no idea. I start off wearing them, but the second we start to apply sun lotion on each other, we both take our clothes off & then fuck until we have to dip in the pool to calm & cool our bodies down. I’d never been skinny dipping before this holiday but every day since we’ve been here I’ve swam naked or kinda swam, making out with Marcus as we watch the sun start to set is always magical.

So today started off as any normal day this holiday. Coffee & fruit for breakfast, then I sucked his cock in the shower, he then fucked me from behind & then it was time to get dressed for our excursion. Marcus for the last 3 days has been looking intently on the map & he thought he had found somewhere brilliant. A little lagoon about 5km away from here. He told me to just wear a bikini & a floaty sundress & just bring suntan lotion. He had his small little camera, which is waterproof. The pictures on there even before today are for our eyes only. We’ve taken some very sexy photos this holiday, including a video of him fingering me before slamming his cock inside me so he can show me how I clamp differently around him. Oooh that was good to watch back. Sorry I’m getting distracted.

So I hold onto Marcus as he drives the scooter to this part of the island & we park it up securely & start to head down this rocky path as things get more green & lush the lower we go. Eventually I hear Marcus go”get in” & as two branches are moved out of the way, we see this perfectly clear blue lagoon. You can see the bottom of it. It’s surrounded by luscious vibrant plants. A waterfall cascades to the side of it, & there are these radiant purple flowers. I had to kiss him in that moment it was too perfect to not do it. There was no one else here just us, & everything just felt so calm.

“Why is there no one here Marcus?”

“No idea, maybe they don’t want people to find it but I’d heard there was a hidden waterfall, so I thought I’d try & find it for you.” He said as he took off his vest top & I took off my sundress.

We started taking pictures of this paradise & did a few little poses.

“Marcus”

“Yea baby”

“My bucket list has making out under a waterfall on it”

“No? really?” He said sarcastically. “Wish you had told me.” He smirked. His shirt comes off as does my dress & he scooped me up in his arms & we walked under the waterfall.

“FUCK” we both screamed. It was freezing water. We both visably shiver.

“So”

“Baby” I don’t think I’ve felt every sense of me be so on edge as it was for that kiss. The way his hands caressed my body. How tense his chest felt as my hand ran across it. How we were both being drenched & frozen both physically from the waterfall cascading as well as our emotions & love for each other.

“I love you” I whispered to Marcus as we broke the kiss.

“I love you more” he said.

“Prove it” Marcus was never afraid of a challenge like that. So he looked around for a few seconds & then his eyes opened wide. He stepped out of the waterfall & a few seconds later came back to me, holding a few of the purple flowers. He had picked three. He gave me one to sniff.

“Isn’t it just a lovely smell” he said as he tucked one behind my ear moving the wet hair out of the way. I then placed one behind his ear too. I stood there one arm around Marcus, one hand holding the flower as he had his hand on my waist as he took a few cute selfies of us. He then put the camera down & started to kiss me passionately again.

“Oooh Marcus” I moaned, feeling my own emotions grow more. There was a fire burning inside me. His hands cupped my breasts as he grew hungrier in his kiss & I felt more aroused that I had done in my life.

“Fuck baby, I think I need to get in that lagoon, I’m burning up” he groaned as he started to untie my bikini top. I didn’t stop him & I slowly walked us back into the lagoon. Slightly warmer than the waterfall. It wasn’t long before Marcus had his trunks off & we were both struggling to get my bottoms untied.

“Just tug them Marcus” I almost shouted. I had an urge, an urge to be claimed by my man. My bottoms floated off in the water as he pushed me against a rock in the lagoon. My legs had never been so open. He wasted no time. His penis rock hard, slamming into me as I tried to stay balanced on this rock. Moaning for the whole island to hear.

“Fuck Marcus more more more”

“Fuck baby”

We filled the air blue. But cuming didnt calm either of us down. He was still rock hard & kissing me in a frenzy. I was still burning with with desire. My itch wasn’t contained. Murcus pulled me into the lagoon & fucked me in the water like he was a wild animal. But even that wasn’t enough.

“Baby what’s happening” he said as I bent over the rock I was originally fucked on & he took my arse. Pounding away like there’s no tomorrow, our urges still wanting more & still wanting the release of pleasure.

“I don’t know Marcus, but keep going” he slapped my arse turning it red. He let out a growl reserved for his most feral moments. He left love bites over every inch of my body. I clawed at his back, my manicured nails leaving lines on him. We have no idea how long we were in the lagoon but I know that when it did eventually end, I ached. Marcus could just about breath. We were in the biggest sex haze of our lives.

“Marcus what did we just do?” I said as I floated in the lagoon the water feeling so good in my sensitive spots.

“No idea, but let’s try not to have that much sex again” he giggles he’s struggling to lift himself out of the lagoon so decided to float with me. He pushed the sodden hair out of my eyes. “But now we know why people don’t talk about this place”

As I write this diary Marcus is in the shower. We’re being extra careful. We want whatever we touched to be off us. I’m sitting here in my towel writing you. But I’ve had a Google. Those purple flowers we picked. If you mix them with water their scent gives off a toxin, similar to an aphrodisiac. Marcus & I just enjoyed what some call sex pollen, & because we were already in the mood it increased both our mojos.

Hmmm I’m gonna tell him this…

…

He’s still got it in his system or so he says he does, because when I told him in the bathroom he dragged me into the shower & he fucked me like it was a 6am wake up. God it was good.

I’m never gonna forget today.

September

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e-nonsense · 2 years

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𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

⇢ ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ x ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ {ᴀɴʏ!ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ}

⇢ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ » ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ

⇢ *ɪɴꜱᴇʀᴛ ᴡᴇᴅᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴇʟʟꜱ*

You had no idea where Jason had slipped off to. It would be pretty hard to just disappear, especially when this whole gala was for and about him.

16th of August, had come around fast and you found yourself in need of a gift for your boyfriend. You wanted something special and meaningful, something that would last and remind him that he is loved.

You two had been dating before his death and resurrection and when he came back thing were a little rocky, neither of them really coming to term with his death. But that had been a year ago and now you two were stable and happy, never fighting - a small argument here and there - he made sure to come back to you every night, worrying when you stopped sleeping because of nightmares and worry.

Back to the gift topic, you knew he hated grand gestures so Bruce and Dick were a no, Tim sucked at relationships and Damian was to young to know anything about that stuff, you would’ve asked Alfred but he had a lot on his shoulders.

So naturally you went to his best friend Roy Harper. Things between the two of you had been awkward, you to had hooked up once at a bar, both apparently sober enough to remember everything that happened that night - yes you both got over it and told Jason, he was shocked and didn’t talk to either of you for a couple of days. But you still got lots of okay advice, in the end you brought a ring, black with a singular red line and red on the inside.

After minutes that felt like an eternity, you found him in the garden on the grass with Ace’s head on his thigh, Jason’s hand scratching his head. It was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, the moonlight making his green eyes sparkling, the lighting from the moon made his hair look shiny, his jacket discarded behind him, he was breath taking.

You walked softly, bending down a little to pick up his jacket, nervously playing with the small ring box in hand. You lowered yourself tot the floor beside him, his head coming down onto your shoulder, inhaling your scent. “Hi sweetheart”

“Hi baby” your voice low and soft, turning your head softly to kiss his head. “Didn’t get to see you all night”

“sorry, running from the questions ,you know” wrapping his free arm around your waist.

You hummed in acknowledgment “well I have a question, you don’t have to answer it, now or we can pretend it never happened, don’t wanna make it awkward. Jay, oh god-”

“Sweetheart it’s alright, ask away”

“How do I do this- right okay, Jay look at me please”

He lifted his head and looked towards you, soft smile showing you how tired he was.

Okay this is it- fuck I forgot to ask Bruce for permission, oh yeah I asked Alfred

Sliding the back towards yourself from under his suit jacket, opening the box to see the red and black ring “Jason Todd, I love you so much and I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing, but I know whatever it is I what to do it with you. So will you marry me?”

Now it was his turn to stumble over his words going speechless.

“Sorry, I knew this was a bad idea” before you could start insulting Roy and yourself Jason had pulled you into a kiss, it didn’t last very long but it told you everything you needed to know. Breaking away from him, you pulled the ring out of the box took his hand in yours and slipped the ring onto his ring finger.

ʙᴏɴᴜꜱ:

“They what?!” Bruce’s voice echoed louder than usual causing all the Wayne resident to come into the kitchen.

“They proposed- wait they didn’t ask you?”

“No-”

“Who proposed?” Damian asked

“Fuck-” all their heads turned to you. All of a sudden your slippers seemed interesting.

“Y/n explain” Bruce’s words stern as ever

You had never been this happy to see and hear Alfred as you were now “They asked for my permission”

“And why is that Y/n?”

“Well Jay’s always been closer to Alfred so I asked him before I asked Jason to marry me”

You were in for a big talk from every single one of Jason’s family.

#jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #red hood imagine #enzo writes [📝]

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chimivx · 1 month

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Hellooooo, can I ask how is vegas family doing? 👉👈

I hope you a very nice week! 🥰

Anon you want me to sob today don’t you 😭

Vegas fam… They’re thriving. Despite everything that’s happened in the last two weeks or so.

Yoongi, Honey, Dae… They’re living their best lives out of the media as of right now. Honey is pregnant, this we know! Baby 2 is almost here! Dae is almost three and excited to be a big sister, helping Honey do things to get ready for new baby… They’re happy. They’re all happy.

Jin is back of course, so he’s around when his schedule allows him to be, hanging with Honey and Dae while Yoongi spends time away, helping to put together the house for new baby and such… Keeping Dae occupied so Honey can sleep 🤣 Sunny is around!! Her and Jin are exclusive, and now that he’s back the two of them have made a little home for themselves around Yoongi and his family! Don’t expect any babies from them though, or marriage for that matter… At least not yet. Jin is just happy he’s got his girl.

Honey gets to work with Jin now that he’s back, creating art for his projects, working with the company to create concepts and provide her art for the visual aspect of his projects. And of course Sunny is around for styling! Dae is old enough to travel with the girls and be somewhat self sufficient… She wants to help Sunny put makeup on and brush her uncles hair when Sunny is styling it… 🤣

Dae loves to lay on her mom’s belly, she calls it ‘sista’, even though neither Honey nor Yoongi have found out the gender. She has been asked if she wants a brother or sister, which they believe sparked the ‘sista’ thing, and you know those two… They don’t wanna get their hopes up, but it’s Honey and Yoongi. That’s how these things work!

Now that it’s August they have liiiiittle time before Baby 2 is here, and now with what’s just happened there’s a little more added stress… But, they’ll make it through it. They always do. 🫶

God I miss these people. Thank you for sending this message. 🥺🥹💜

#sweeties #vegas #yellow

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callsignspark · 1 year

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Mar[r]y Me | part two

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mariella “M&M” Vertucci (fem!OC)

summary: A love story told through friendship, laughter, and food.

series warnings: 18+ minors DNI, discussion of insecurities, difficult family relationships, discussions of food and alcohol use, extremely brief mentions of emotionally abusive ex-bf, eventual smut, warnings to be added as needed

word count: 3.4k

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note: happy Friday! part two is here! and we meet Bradley today! thank you for the love on part one, I hope you all have a great weekend <3 (side note: if anyone recognizes where I adapted the very last line from, we are now best friends)

part two - strawberry shortcake

“Can we eat now? I’m tired of waiting for the chicken man!”

“Hangman, he’s five minutes late, and if you keep whining like a baby, you will be the last in line for food.” Mary’s hand shoots across the island, slapping the blonde’s hand away from the food. “Don’t even fucking think about it! Go sit in the living room!”

“Ow! I liked you better when you were too shy to yell at us yet.” He sulks into the next room, holding his hand to his chest. Only his ego is bruised, but Mary can hear him looking for sympathy from his best friend, giggling when she hears Coyote’s less-than-loving response.

“What’re you laughing at?”

“Oh my god!” She whips around, hand flying to her chest in a futile attempt to slow her heart. “Bradley! I didn’t hear you come in!”

“Sorry, Miss Mary, didn’t mean to scare ya.” The smirk on his face contradicting his apology.

She narrows her eyes. “Oh, you find this funny, bird boy? Hey Hangman?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“You’re no longer at the back of the line for food! Rooster will be taking that spot from you.”

A celebratory shout comes from the living room while Bradley protests, “That’s not fair!”

“Guess you shouldn’t have laughed at me. Okay! Come get food while it’s still hot!” She’s almost bulldozed by the herd of hungry aviators storming their way into the kitchen. Bradley pulling her out of the way of Harvard and Fritz playfighting to be first in line.

“Careful, wouldn’t want you to catch an elbow with that cute lil nose of yours.” His thick arm wrapped around her waist, and the way he has to bend down to talk into her ear gets her heart pumping. She feels small next to him; she never feels small. Mary pats his arm in thanks before wiggling away to establish order of the buffet she laid out in the Fitches' kitchen, her face feeling as hot as the sausage she’d cooked up.

“Boys, stop fighting.” She thumps Fritz’s head as she passes, “Danielle and Reuben get food first; it’s their house.”

“Traditionally, the hosts go last!”

“It may be their house, but I cooked everything, so I’m the host, and I say the pregnant lady and her husband go first.” Danielle smacks Mary’s butt as she passes by to grab a plate. “This isn’t officially Reuben and Danielle’s anniversary, but it’s very close, so I’ve made a lot of their favorites tonight. All the food is labeled, but let me know if you have questions, and drinks are in the cooler in the yard, so help yourself before you sit down! Coyote?”

“We’re ignoring the slap?”

“Yes. It’s been over fifteen years, and nothing has stopped her yet; it’s just part of my life now.”

Danielle scoffs, “Oh, please. Like you don’t love it. I know for a fact that when you dated-”

“Okay! Hey! Have you guys ever heard the story of how Reuben and Danielle got together? It’s really embarrassing for Reuben.”

“No, but I would love to hear it!” Fanboy pipes up, just like she knew he would, getting Danielle off the topic of her former boyfriend, the one who had a thing for spanking.

“You haven’t even told Fanboy? Your WSO?” Danielle looks at her husband in faux shock. “Well, now Mary has to tell it!”

“Please do not tell this story.” Reuben groans from his seat, realizing his two favorite women aren't joking.

“Picture this. It's August 2007. The Phoenix spacecraft is on course for Mars, Ed Hardy is taking over men’s fashion, and it’s the first week of classes at SUNY Buffalo. I’m waiting outside of my 8AM chemistry lab with like twenty other students, all of whom are lax bros. This tall, lanky kid,” Mary jabs a thumb in the direction of Reuben, “-comes walking up, plants himself next to me on the bench outside the lab, and says, “Yo, I know the formula for table salt; what else could I possibly need to know?” and me, being the wonderful person I am, I took pity on him and made him my lab partner.”

“You just didn’t want to get partnered with those guys from the golf team.”

“I will not lie; that was a factor in my decision. Anyway, it turned out to be a huge mistake because he barnacled himself to me for the rest of the semester and apparently for the rest of my life.”

“I am a delight!”

“I dragged us through that class, kicking and screaming the entire way.” She explains how their duo became a trio after Reuben walked directly into Danielle. “She hit the sidewalk so hard, and Rico Sauvé over there froze, staring at her like an idiot while I helped her off the ground and apologized for him. I wish I could remember what I said… do you remember Danielle?”

“You said, and I’m quoting here, “I’m so sorry about him. I would make a joke about him being so tall that he doesn’t get enough oxygen, but the fact of the matter is that he’s just a fucking idiot.” And then she smacked him in the stomach to reboot him.”

The team erupts in laughter, Yale heckling him. “Bro! You knocked her over? That’s so bad; I can’t believe she went out with you!”

“Oh, I didn’t! Matchmaker Mariella convinced me to give him a shot after she and I became friends sophomore year. He was too scared to ask me out.” Danielle’s statement makes the laughter worse, tears gathering in Fanboy’s eyes.

“And it worked out, didn’t it?” Reuben leans over to kiss his wife. “We’ve been together for fifteen years, five moves, and two kids. Not too bad, huh, baby?”

“Oh god! Keep it in your pants; there are impressionable, young minds present!”

Danielle flips Hangman off, “Annie isn’t old enough to realize what’s going on!”

“Forget Annabeth! I was talking about Bob!”

That begins the biweekly argument of Phoenix defending her back-seater, which then spirals into whose dating life is the most pathetic. Omaha has won the past nine times for his horrible flirting techniques that have a 4% chance of working, according to Yale’s calculations. Mary always takes this as her cue to escape, knowing her romantic luck is the worst of them all, and she would win hands down. This time around, she collects the dinner dishes and sneaks through the back door, making a clean getaway until Bradley turns to whisper a joke in her ear and realizes she’s gone.

He scans the backyard, coming up empty until his eyes hit the kitchen window. For a minute he watches her doing dishes and bobbing her head to the radio perched on the windowsill in front of her, admiring how the pieces of hair that have escaped from her claw clip frame her face. The dark strands making the rosiness of her round cheeks stand out as she cleans up.

She’s so beautiful.

The same thought had passed through his mind eight months earlier when he first met the Fitch family’s best friend. It had been a regular night out at the Hard Deck. Everything was going as expected, except for Payback’s behavior. The normally calm and collected pilot bounced between groups, his neck on a constant swivel to the front door. After minimal prodding, he announced that his wife and his best friend from college were running late. Rooster was expecting another man similar to his teammate; a funny, chill guy, probably someone who had been on the swim team with Reuben.

He was thrown for a loop when Danielle stormed through the door, yelling about the babysitter being late and pulling a gorgeous brunette behind her.

Payback had tucked the mystery woman under his arm and introduced her to the group. “Everyone, this is my bestest friend, Mariella Vertucci. She is a brilliant mechanical engineer, an excellent cook, and an even better baker. Also, she’s single.”

“Oh my god, Reuben, stop it!” She had blushed and tried to duck away; her wide smile made Bradley’s heart flutter. He immediately wanted to talk to her, buy her a drink, play her favorite song on the piano, anything to get her to smile at him like that.

He had been disappointed when he learned she was only visiting for a few days. His disappointment had grown when Hangman and Coyote monopolized her time after finding out she had a knack for darts. The best part of his night was when she sat on the stool beside him for a breather. Bradley bought her a drink and made small talk; his brain unable to create meaningful conversation once he felt the soft material of her dress brush his calf. And then she was gone again, pulled back to the dartboard by Jake, who was happy to have someone to compete against. He had spent the rest of the night watching Jake joke with her. Mary’s laugh was the only thing in Bradley’s head when he went to bed that night.

He looks over at Jake now, where - for his own entertainment - the blonde man is turning the dating life comparisons into a game of cornhole. Content to stand on the sidelines with Annabeth snuggled on his chest and watch what is sure to turn into a disastrously overly competitive tournament.

When Bradley realizes no one is paying attention to him, he gathers the rest of the dirty dishes and heads inside. “I saw you sneak away; you missed my joke about Hangman getting stood up twice in the same week.”

“I try not to give Dani a chance to bring up my past mistakes; it works out better for everyone considering how often she’s set me up on a failed blind date.” She makes a face over her shoulder, making both of them laugh.

“Dinner was great, by the way. I haven’t had a homecooked meal like that in years.”

Mary feels her cheeks get darker at the compliment. Damn him for being handsome and sweet.

“I’m glad you liked it. I always- oh! I love this song; can you turn it up? My hands are all soapy.”

“Big Steve Miller Band fan, huh?” Bradley laughs and twists the knob. “What are we listening to?”

“The oldies station - 105.6 - they play everything from before 1990! I love them; it’s just like when I used to spend the day with my grandparents. They have a Big Band Music Monday, and if I close my eyes when Glen Miller is playing, I swear I can smell my Nona's perfume.” His smile matches hers, the joy of childhood memories splayed across her face as she rinses plates.

“Which towel should I use to dry?”

“You don’t have to-” Her voice gets louder as she talks over him, sensing the protest that’s coming. “But! If you’re going to insist, grab a fresh one from that drawer right there. And don’t worry about the pots and pans; Reuben likes to let those air-dry overnight. I just want to make sure everything else is as done as possible before I bring dessert out; those dishes can run in the dishwasher tonight.”

Bradley pauses where he’s putting silverware away, watching Mary sway to the music. “You made dessert too?”

“Yeah, we’re having my version of strawberry shortcake. It’s a twist on their wedding cake which was vanilla cake with strawberry filling.” She answers distractedly, closely examining a roasting dish that won’t come clean.

“You made their wedding cake too?”

She giggles at his shocked tone. “No, I had just moved to Missouri when they got engaged, so most of my maid of honor duties were performed virtually. But I did help pick the cake flavors out when I was up for the shower.”

“Lots of yelling at vendors on the phone?”

“Occasionally, when it was needed. I’m not a fan of yelling at people if it’s not necessary.”

“You yell at work all the time.”

“That’s because you idiots don’t listen to me! My entire career has been learning the best ways to fix those expensive ass planes you fly in every single day, yet you don’t listen when I-” She cuts herself off and flicks water at him when she realizes he’s teasing her. “You’re not funny, mister.”

“Sorry, sweetheart, it’s just too easy sometimes.” He knows he’s not really in trouble when she can’t hold her grin back.

“Just keep drying so we can have dessert.”

The two work quietly together, cleaning and packing up leftovers, seventies hits floating through the kitchen. As Mary cleans the sink, she looks at Bradley, who is trying to figure out which cabinet the serving platters go in. “When you get those put away, could you grab the strawberries from the garage fridge?”

Bradley hums his agreement, grinning at her when she points to the correct cupboard before heading out to the garage.

“As you requested.” He laughs at the grabby hands she makes towards the green container in his arms as he reenters the kitchen, eyes going wide when she removes the lid. “Shit, those look awesome.”

Mary’s nose scrunches at the compliment. “It’s because they’re super fresh. I picked them up from my favorite farm stand on the way home. And I used the sugar-to-berry ratio my Aunt Denna perfected years ago.”

Bradley watches in awe as she moves around the kitchen with an ease he’s never seen before; it’s like watching a one-person waltz. Her hands carefully fold the strawberries together, gently stirring them so they don’t break. Once combined to her standards, she plucks a sharp knife from out of nowhere and begins cutting the cake into even slices without any measuring. Mary does this while instructing him to get dessert plates out; her hips never stop moving to the music.

She stacks everything onto a serving tray that was hiding next to the fridge. It looks precariously balanced, and Bradley is about to offer his assistance when she swings the tray onto her shoulder and makes her way through the sliding door with no problems. He stands there for a second, stupidly staring after her like a lump on a log when he realizes she forgot the serving spoon.

He grabs the utensil and follows her path to the deck, a cheesy grin spreading across his face as he watches her realize she forgot something. She turns as Bradley brandishes the spoon in front of him like a sword and bows. “For you, m’lady.”

The peanut gallery pipes up. “Oh my god, Bradshaw. That was painful to watch.”

“No dessert for you, Jake.”

“Oh, come on!” Jake holds Annabeth up from his chest. “I was gonna share with little Annie Oakley here! You can’t take dessert away from me! You’re depriving her!”

“Dude, you have got to stop using my kid as a bargaining chip every time you make M&M mad.” The defeat in Danielle’s voice sends laughter through the group.

“For dessert, we’ve got strawberry shortcake with a Vertucci family twist. And a limited amount of whipped cream to go around, so please don’t go crazy until everyone has some, okay?”

A chorus of “Yes, ma’am” comes back at her as she hands the first plate to Dani, who had elbowed her way to the front of the line, using her pregnant belly to her advantage.

Mary is fulfilling Harvard’s request for extra syrup on his cake when Callie’s voice raises the question on several aviator’s minds. “Hey Mary, why is your callsign M&M?”

“Oh… uh….” She hesitates for a second before remembering she can trust these people. “Growing up in a bakery, I’ve always been the designated person to bring treats. Even in college, I was that person. After people found out I was the one who made the food, I would always jokingly get proposed to, and people started the “Marry Me” nickname. Which is such a brilliant play on my name.”

“Which was funny for a while, until a guy she used to date and his group of assholes caught wind of it and turned it into something decidedly not funny.” The anger in Reuben’s voice stops any potential questions.

“Yes, and then my knight in shining swim trunks over there almost got kicked off the team for fighting, and my ex got a knee to the family jewels courteous of the knight’s red-haired partner.” She rolls her eyes at the memory of how proud her two friends were to be in trouble for defending her honor. ��Anyway, that pretty much killed the nickname, but M&M took its place.”

The yard is quiet, no one entirely sure what to say.

“I still can’t stand Austin.”

“I’m pretty sure he can’t stand you either after you sent one of his balls back into his body.” Mary snorts, feeling uncomfortable that the conversation about her emotionally abusive ex is still going. “It’s okay, everyone. That was a long time ago, and I brought M&M with me as my unofficial call sign when I started working with the Navy.”

It’s awkward for another minute until Hangman gets cornhole going again, handing Annabeth off to join the women at the picnic table. The game quickly gets competitive between the guys, and the evening returns to normal. As the attention moves away from her, Mary curls in on herself, feeling vulnerable about the information she had shared. The other women notice and make eye contact, a silent conversation passing between them.

“What a dingus. If I was your ex, I would have proposed to you for real after trying your mac and cheese.”

“Callie, I called dibs after she made those cupcakes at Easter.” Natasha protests.

“Absolutely not! Of anyone, I get the first crack at her; I’ve known her the longest.”

“Danielle, I know you’re pregnant, but I will literally fight you.”

It’s enough to break the tension and make Mary laugh. “Ladies, ladies, please, no fighting. There’s enough of my food to go around.”

“And what about you? There’s only enough of you for one of us.” Nat throws an arm around Callie’s shoulders, winking at her fellow aviator, silly smiles spreading across their faces.

“I think if we really tried, there would be plenty of me for both of you.” She winks back before taking a stack of empty plates inside.

The table settles into a stunned silence, Danielle’s laugh interrupting after a few seconds. “I forgot you guys haven’t seen Mary flirt before!”

Bradley’s heart stops from where he’s eavesdropping in a lawn chair. Is that why she never responds to my flirting? He feels like an ass, trying to catch the attention of a woman who potentially doesn’t even like men.

“She flirts with Jake all the time!”

Bradley chugs the rest of his beer.

“No, that’s not flirting. They’re just bantering each other. Besides, Jake is a good-looking guy, but he’s not really what she looks for in a man.”

“Oh! Forget Jake! She is single, right? Because I have a friend who would be perfect for her, she’s a middle school math teacher, and she has the same sense of humor as Mary!”

Danielle lowers her voice, “She is single, and she’s said now that she’s more settled out here, she wants to try dating again. But if everything goes the way I think it will, there will be no need for us to set her up.”

“What do you-” Natasha gets cut off by Danielle pointing at something off the deck.

The three women turn their attention to the backyard. At some point during their conversation, Mary had slipped past them and settled next to Bradley on the two-seater Adirondack chair. They subtlety observe as Mary leans into his side, giggling and whispering in his ear about something as she gestures towards the game. Bradley throws his head back as he laughs, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and dipping his head down to respond. They watch as Mary buries her head in his shoulder to muffle her laughter, and three sets of eyebrows raise in unison as the back of Bradley’s neck turns redder than the strawberries they’d just eaten.

“Wow. I vote that we only intervene if those two take longer than three months to get their shit together.” Callie looks around the table for concurrence.

Natasha grimaces. “Usually, I’d agree, but they’ll probably end up needing a nudge. Rooster moves slower than molasses in January when he’s interested in a woman for something more than a night.”

“They’ll definitely need a nudge, and I’m already working on it because, lemme tell you…” Danielle pauses, her heart warming at the shy smile on her best friend’s face as Bradley pulls her further into his body. “He’s in there with the champ.”

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pacinosgf · 2 months

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🎁 and now, some monterey updates...

sarah mccartney was born and raised in monterey, and though she has had her fair share of exploring the world, those days are gone, but not for long! it's only until little baby rose learns to walk, and then sarah will get on the road again, happy to introduce her daughter to the good things in life. take a look at some of her journal entries since her sister's arrival in monterey:

🎀 february 14, 202? .

it happened. i never thought it would actually happen, but it happened. i'm having a baby.

i'm having a baby! a new mccartney child. a child! i said i wasn't going to tell anyone but now i'm writing about it and i just called hannah to tell her the news. she seemed happy. shocked, obviously, but happy! she immediately started talking about vitamins and doctor appointments and that's how i know that she is here with me for this new journey. a baby. i can't believe it. [ . . . ]

🎀 march 03, 202? .

hannah has arrived. she's in the room next door to mine, just like it was through half of our lives until adulthood. hannah is home! i had no idea she was coming, mind you. i would have bought lilies, her favorite flowers, and rearranged the whole house. she hasn't been home in years and when she finally visits us, in true hannah style, she just appears some day and decides to stay here, doesn't even give me a chance to spoil her a bit!

and yes, she is staying. she came with suitcases and bags and said she is only leaving after the baby arrives. isn't it so sad that an arrival is naturally followed by a departure? i wasn't expecting hannah to come, but i can't say that i'm not happy. and also a bit upset. i think she still sees me as a baby and can't fathom me having a baby of my own. she looked at my belly like she was seeing it for the first time. well, she was, but you get what i mean. but if seeing me as a baby who needs help is what made her come back, great! i need her around. i don't want my baby to grow up without an aunt. i'll make sure she will be alright. [ . . . ]

🎀 august 25, 202? .

the belly is heavy and we still have three more months to go, unless the little angel decides they want to see what is going on the outside before that. it's so hot! i'm so glad fall is coming around so i'll have a break from all this heat. the baby will come around on november so we are buying winter clothes, obviously. georgia made the cutest knitted cap for them! i've decided to not find out the gender before birth so i'm getting gifts in all the colors of the rainbow. the new mccartney baby will be the most fashionable kid in monterey! (thank god midge can't read that! also, isn’t that weird that we grew up together and we now have babies of our own? just yesterday we were following posy and hannah around!)

hannah and este are hanging out more and more every day. can't think of two people who could benefit the most from each other's company. hannah is at este's right now. she took her own midnight mayhems records to introduce este to them! imagine not knowing all the drama and the songs…

hannah seems quite happy and content with her life right now, and she is even talking about staying for a year or such after the baby comes, so she can help me out. i'd love the help, but let's be honest, she won't be staying here for me! and that's alright. i hope she keeps going like that... [ . . . ]

🎀 december 5, 202? .

rose mccartney is here! it’s a girl! she’s sleeping right by my side while we wait to go home. since there’s nothing else to do but wait and i told este to take hannah away, i thought it was fair to tell what is happening right now! she is the most beautiful baby i’ve ever seen. i know every mom says that, but i mean it. no one is prettier than rose. she looks just look a flower button and came out all red so, naturally, her name became rose. no middle name! i don’t have one and hannah doesn’t either because momma thought it was tacky, so rose doesn’t have one, but she will have lots of nicknames. right now i’m appreciating calling her button. este's twins are having fun calling her flower, [ . . . ]

🎀 august 3, 2024 .

tonight, barbara ann robinson lulled rosie to sleep by singing cowboy like me. what a sentence to write. [ . . . ]

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allemantheias · 9 months

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Parent triangle. Part 6.

Drunk, homophobic father.

LINKS ARE BORKED, REDOING LATER! Word count: 2622. Warnings can be found in part 1. Read Parent triangle on AO3.

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I'm packing the last of my stuff in crates and boxes, I'm moving in with Alejandro and Rodolfo at the end of the week, when I hear a knock on the door. I push myself up with the help of one of the wooden poles at the corners of the bed frame, have a hard time getting up from sitting on the floor on my own now my babybelly is getting more pronounced. I'm getting pretty round at five months, can't be missed anymore by people who don't know. And there is no way to hide it since it's August, the middle of the summer. I'm dressed accordingly, in a thin shirt and sweatpants that reach above my knees. The silhouette of my dad is visible through the opaque glass of the front door. What's he doing here? Shit, he doesn't know that I'm pregnant! There is no way to hide it!

"Lauren, I can see you. Open the fucking door!" Of course, he's drunk. What a pleasure. Reluctantly I open the door a bit, hide my body behind the part that's not see-through. The stench of alcohol creeps up my nose, makes me nauseous.

"Who let you into the building?" The main door into the building can only be opened by a key or by a button inside an apartment.

He doesn't care what I say and barges in. Makes me step aside from the force he uses to open the door. His eyes instantly fixate on my stomach. "Spreading your legs for two gay guys and even getting knocked up by them? I've always pictured you as a whore. I'm happy the suspicions I've had all these years were correct." He hits me in my face, burns his handprint on my cheek.

"You should have raised me better, then." I bark back, earning myself another imprint on the same spot. "I hate you! You were never a dad to me! Leave and never show your face again!"

"I'm not going anywhere." He closes the door behind him and pushes past me to the kitchen.

"I said leave!" I see him rummage through the drawers and he takes out the biggest knife I own. My heart rate goes wild.

"Sweetheart, let me help you by cutting it out of you." He runs his finger on the sharp edge. "Perfect. Now be the good daughter I deserve and let me have some fun before I remove that abomination, run away and hide."

As fast as my legs can move, I run into my bedroom and lock the door after it closes with a smack. This flimsy lock won't hold for long if my dad tries to force it open. I grab my phone and call my mom. She's not picking up. "Fuck!" Heavy footsteps make their way through the hallway, stop in front of my bedroom door. The knife's blade clangs against the metal door handle.

"Darling, I'll make it quick and easy because I love you."

Rudy is the first one I find in my recent calls and I call him. He will know how to handle the situation. "Hey Lau, what's-"

I cut him off. "My dad's in my house threatening me with a knife. He's drunk. I'm scared!" I hear him curse, then other people asking him something and the static of their radios. Fuck, he's on the field and not at base?

"Alejandro, get your ass to Lauren's ASAP, her father's trying to attack her. He's drunk."

Loud bangs on the door scare me and I yell. "I'm done playing with you. Get out of your room, whore!" My dad punches his fists against the door again.

"Lauren, are you okay?" Rudy asks worried, heard the noise too. And my scream.

"For now. I locked myself in my bedroom."

"Thank god." He sighs. "Push your bed in front of the door. I know it's bad for the baby to push something so heavy, but I need you to survive." I get off my bed and take a second to think about how this will affect the baby. I haven't done much exercise lately, my energy has been too low since two months. My bed is on the opposite side of the room, and it's a two-person bed. I put my phone on speaker on the mattress and breathe in. I groan while pushing the frame with every bit of strength that I have. I'm stronger than this! "Alejandro is on his way, princesa. Stay on the phone with me, okay?" The door creaks after getting hit with a blunt object and I stop moving the bed, wait for what's to come.

"I'll be right back, honey."

Nothing happens for ten seconds and I grunt when I push the bed again.

"Come on, amor (love), you can do this." Rudy motivates me to keep going. I can do this! I'm not weak! It's only a few more decimetres. I give it everything I have in me and succeed in reaching the door, rest my upper body on the bed in exhaustion, while sitting on the floor next to it.

"I did it." I catch my breath for a bit and try to listen in to what my dad is doing in the storage closet. I only hear rumbling and the opening of boxes and containers. He's searching for something he can open the door with!

"She's in her bedroom, she barricaded herself inside." Rodolfo explains to Alejandro on his radio. "They're going inside now, Lauren." My heart jumps when I hear heavy footsteps coming from the front door. That has to be Alejandro! "What stupid skank believes two gay guys can protect her?" My dad yells, is clearly mad.

"Says her father with a knife in his hand, he tried to use on his daughter who he just called a skank." Alejandro laughs at him. "You know we're special forces. We'll protect her better than you ever would. And could." "Are you sure about that? Who's gonna protect her when you're dead?"

"Gun! He has a gun!" Someone else yells out. Three gunshots are heard from the kitchen, the deafening sound sends shivers across my spine. My dad had a gun on him? I didn't know! Is Alejandro okay? Did he get hit? Is he alive? What about the other people that are inside? I have to see what just happened! I pull my bed away from the door and unlock it.

"Lauren, no! Stop! Don't get out of your room!" Rudy tries to keep me safe. I can't listen and open the door, look around the corner. "Lauren? ¡Maldita sea! (Damnit!) Fuck!" I hear him yell from my phone. "At least take your phone with you!" I grab my phone and make my way to the living room silently. Soap! Kyle! They are here too? Why are they here again? When did they arrive? Kyle gestures to me to stop moving and keep quiet. I look around and see a trail of blood on the floor. My eyes follow where the trail leads and I see Alejandro lying on the floor, behind the half wall next to the couch. He's awake!

"Alejandro!" I can't hold back the shock from seeing him hurt. "Rudy, Alejandro's hurt!" I cry.

"¡Mierda (Shit) Lauren, get back to your room! That's an order!" Rudy tries his hardest to get me to a safe place.

"Fine!" Before I can walk away, my dad pops up from the kitchen and hits me in my stomach with an object. Everything goes blurry. Wails of pain leave my mouth and I wrap my arms around my belly. The baby!

"Lau, what happened? Talk to me."

"The poor girl can't talk right now." My dad kicks away my phone, which I dropped from the pain, and hits me in the head with the gun he's holding, making me blackout. "Lauren, wake up." Soap's voice lets me open my eyes. "Hey, how are you feeling?"

"My head hurts." I whisper.

"Yeah, your father got you good." He places a cold, wet cloth on my head, on the painful spot. I remember my dad hitting my stomach and gunbutting me in the head.

"Lauren!" Rodolfo rushes into my bedroom and kneels down next to my bed. "Mi amor (My love), don't ever scare me like that again." His words make me cry. I got myself and our baby in danger! And Alejandro and the others too because I didn't know my dad had a gun.

"What happened to my dad?"

"He got shot a few times and we arrested him when he dropped his weapon after he got shot in his arm." Soap tells me.

"Oh, he's still alive?" I wouldn't have cared if my dad died. The asshole tried to kill me and my baby! And Alejandro!

"Alejandro is off worse than him." Rodolfo scoffs.

"Where is he?" I get up, but get pushed down again by Soap, who sits next to me on my bed.

"Stay down, you may have a concussion." He removes his hand from my shoulder. "He's in the living room, getting stabilized before the paramedics can move him."

"I need to see him." I beg.

Rudy pinches the bridge of his nose and gives in. "Por favor, mi amor (Please, my love), be careful." Both men help me up and Rudy supports me. I whimper from the pain in my stomach when we move. What if the baby isn't okay? "¿Estás bien? ¿Dónde le duele? (Are you okay? Where does it hurt?)"

"Stomach, my dad hit me." I see the anguish in his eyes when I look up to him. He doesn't need words to tell me what's on his mind. Our baby's health. "Ale!" I see him in the living room, on a gurney and rush towards him, almost tripping because of the pain in my stomach.

"It's okay, doll. I've been through much worse." Alejandro grabs my hand and pulls me closer to him.

"I almost got you killed because I didn't know he had a gun on him!" I cry in his arms. "Where did he get you?" There is so much blood on him and in the living room, preventing me from seeing how badly he's hurt.

"Just my arm and shoulder. The one somewhere in my abdomen hurts like a bitch. But I'll be fine, cariño (darling)." He grunts from the pain as he pulls me in tighter. Rodolfo rests his hand on my shoulder to let me know I need to step back and Alejandro lets me go. The paramedics move him out of my apartment and Rudy wraps his arms around me while we look at them, tells me we'll go to the hospital soon. Our baby and my head need a check-up too, after everything that happened this afternoon.

"Let's get you to the hospital too." Rudy helps me sit on the couch while I look out of the window, watch the ambulance drive away. "Got your bag, babygirl." He puts my bag on his shoulder and supports me with the other side of his body, walks me outside. Thank god the building has an elevator.

"Ghost!" I'm happy to see he's here too. He's holding his sniper. "Where were you?"

"A building across the street to assist, just in case a heavy hit was needed." With that he means killing my dad before he could badly hurt someone. I look up at my apartment and see the window wide open. They did that to not break the glass in case Ghost had to shoot, I assume. "I got the car keys, Rudy. We'll make our way back to base after the police are done investigating and we closed up." Ghost lays his hand on my shoulder for a second and walks inside the building.

"Let's go, sweetheart."

On our way to the hospital I call my mom again, this time she picks up and I tell her what happened. Why dad hit me in my stomach and head, and that he shot Alejandro multiple times. "Don't worry, princesa. He's been through worse." Rudy assures me.

"He's been in there for hours and no one is updating us." I stare at the doors in front of me, which lead to the section with operating rooms. Tears stream down my face.

"El único que puede matar a Alejandro es Alejandro." He hugs me, tries to calm me down.

"What does that mean?" I dry my face, only for new tears to fall down immediately after.

"The only thing that can kill Alejandro, is Alejandro." Rudy's translation makes me smile through the tears because nothing is truer, Alejandro has been through the worst shit imaginable. It's a miracle he's still alive. Rudy too. They both have a plethora of scars to prove it. "Mi amor (My love), sit down. You need to rest, for your head and our baby." I listen to him this time. Our baby is okay, got protected from my dad's hit because of the amniotic fluid. I got out with a light concussion and have to rest for a week, after which I need another check-up. I sit down next to Rodolfo and put my head on his shoulder. The wait is tedious.

An hour later a nurse let us know the surgery went well and that Alejandro needs to stay for the rest of the night and part of the day tomorrow. It may be longer if there are complications, they need to check for internal bleeding multiple times throughout the night and morning. They keep him asleep for the rest of the night and will wake him up in the early morning. We're visiting him tomorrow when visiting hours start, at one in the afternoon. Hopefully we can take him home with us too when visiting hours end. My mom visited in the early evening and asked me how my hospital check-ups went and how I felt after everything that happened today. She said she was kind of glad dad got arrested, his abuse while drunk got worse the past few months and she was too scared to divorce him. She will now, luckily. Dad will be in jail for a few years anyway, for attempted murder of a Special Forces soldier and assaulting me. The trial will begin as soon as the reports on him are ready. Rodolfo and Price need statements from everyone that was present. "Princesa, you really need to rest now." Rodolfo enters the kitchen, where I'm drinking a cup of warm milk.

"I can't sleep. I'm too worried."

"The worst is over, Alejandro will be fine from now on."

"What if an internal bleeding happens?" There is still a risk that he won't make it and it terrifies me. "What if they check on him too late?"

"They'll call me when anything happens. Don't think about it too much, everything is going well as long as they're not calling." Rudy tries to reassure me everything will be okay. I can't fully believe it and can't take my mind off of it. "Come to bed with me, mi corazón (my heart)." He waits for me to put my cup on the counter and I take his hand after. He leads me upstairs and gets ready for bed in the bathroom. I crawl into bed and feel Rudy hug me a few minutes later. "Tranquilo amor (Relax love), everything is okay." He tells me again. I'm finally able to fall asleep with his arms around me and his body tightly pushed against mine. It feels good to be safe again. Today was horrifying. Not only because I could have died, with our baby, but Alejandro, Soap and Kyle too.

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harryforvogue · 7 months

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Part Three | Chapter Eighteen: Lord Save Me, My Drug is My Baby*

August 1919

Newport, Rhode Island

Harry doesn't take long in the bathroom, rubbing the towel against his scalp when he steps out, monitoring my reaction. His eyes soften when we both look at each other.

"Are you alright?" he asks, sitting down besides me. He takes the letter from me and tucks it back into the book before placing the book on the floor. His hands are warm and wrinkled from the water. "I may have been able to give you the letter, but I couldn't be here to watch you read it." He watches me for a moment before pressing his index finger under my eyelashes.

I can't stop looking at the white scar on his eyebrow and noticing how it jumps whenever the expression on Harry's face changes.

I recall Aunt Geraldine telling me how hard it is to keep a brave face when your loved one is suffering so bad. I don't think I've been keeping one because I complain about our relations often, sometimes out of anger, but I haven't fully accepted that Harry was a different person until now. Because he's a different person than he was at the beginning of this vacation, even when we were at Atlantic City. The man who could barely look up at me long enough to express he wanted to get out of New York for some time.

"I don't think so," I admit suddenly, taken aback by the shakiness of my voice. He is too, eyebrows creasing immediately at the sound. "You weren't alright either, for years. And maybe you still aren't now, but... Harry, do you feel like something has changed?"

The corner of his mouth twists up. "Maybe something good did some out of this vacation. I feel..." he trails off, "exposed?"

"It's crazy what forced proximity will do for you."

I expect some kind of amused reply from him, but definitely not the bark of laughter he lets out, rubbing the stubble on his jaw with his fingers. I watch him laugh like the sun has come out of hibernation. And then I think of the last time he laughed like this, from his belly, one hand on his chest as if to calm himself.

"Quit bringing that up and come here."

I move to him quickly, not giving him a second to pause and reconsider. Harry smiles softly, touching my chin. His fingers move to my jaw and then my cheek, running his thumb over.

"Have I become good at touching you?"

I nod, leaning my hand into his cheek. "Yes. So good, Harry. It makes me happy."

"You're happy, right? You mean that?" he murmurs. "Even though at this moment you're not alright?"

"I am." I step closer, holding his shirt now, tightly. "Please tell me you are too."

A few seconds pass before his hands move, tentatively wrapping around my shoulders, and then one hand presses my head further into his collarbone. A firm hold.

I clutch him closer, closing my eyes. Overwhelmed by his body enveloping mine, I desperately cling to him, silently thanking God and the heavens and every particle in the universe for this hug. And then I beg him to not release me for all of eternity. I'm not ready to be released.

In previous years, his arms would hide me from the cruelty of the world, the coldness from my parents and the unforgiving friends who refused to reach out to me to talk to me. I can only hope my arms have done the same for him even though other parts of my existence bother him.My voice, accent, and way of living often disturbs him, but I hope for his sake that he feels happy in my arms.

How must he feel? His heart beats fast in his chest and his fingers soothe me by rubbing against my scalp, but how do my arms wrapped around his torso help him? Is it even helping?

"I never wanted this to happen," I hear myself saying suddenly. "I thought I was helping when we were married and when we came to America. I'm scared...I'm scared I've made matters worse, Harry."

Harry's fingers stop moving in my hair.

"Annaliese," he says quietly, shock in his voice. "I didn't go to France because of you."

"Maybe... maybe we should have stayed in England and pushed your luck."

"I don't think that would have been smart."

"Then we should have gone somewhere else. Anywhere!"

Harry suddenly grasps my shoulders and pulls my body back to examine my face when my vision presents itself to be blurry.

"Have you been blaming yourself?" he whispers incredulously, watching me carefully. I want that smile back on his face. I want it back so bad.

Instead, he waits for my answer with that stupid frown pushing his eyebrows together.

"Harry. Mon cœur. I didn't mean for this to happen. I'd do anything to keep you. I'd rather go myself than--"

"Don't say that," he says sharply, holding my face. His heavy hands on my cheeks. "My love, I'd never allow that."

Hearing him say those two words makes me crumble against his torso. Suddenly, I can't stop crying. My eyes produce tears before the ones sitting against my waterline have dripped down my face. Harry's eyes widen with alarm. My cries don't sound like my cries, but like a child's. I don't recognize the noises I'm making, never had cried this hard before. I cry harder when I catch a glimpse of his own tears in his eyes.

I've been asking him what they did to him at the Western Front. Only now am I realizing what I've done to him.

"I've been selfish, haven't I? Picking fights with you about things you can't help. God, why didn't you tell me off?"

To my surprise, Harry laughs through his tears, swiping a hand over his cheek. "But I love arguing with you."

My heart jolts in my chest. "I love arguing with you!" I protest. "I love you. I love you so much. I just want..." I've wanted the old Harry to return to me for so long, but I know I won't ever have him back. But this new Harry is still forming, still evolving and from what I can tell in these early stages, I love him very much. "Just want you to be happy. I will do anything to make sure you're happy."

Harry leans in and makes me meet him half way by pulling my face in, catching my lips with his in a soft kiss. I quickly entangle myself with him, shuffling closer until most of our bodies are met up together. I kiss him harder than he goes for, and with a breathless voice, he says when he pulls away, "It's okay. I'm not going anywhere."

I pull him back in quickly, afraid he'll think that I'm finished with kissing him. I don't think I'll ever be. My heart is beating fast in my chest, finally not out of fear and I hope Harry's is doing the same.

Harry, however, slowly pulls out of my grasp when it weakens, my arms falling to my side with fatigue. He has a knowing look on his face mixed with sympathy as he draws away and puts a hand on my forehead.

"Why don't you get back in bed?" he murmurs quietly, tucking my curls behind my ears a few times to get all the loose strands. "You're not well."

I have no reason to argue with him, letting him tuck my body back into bed, draping the sheets over me.

"Stay with me," I protest when he gets off the bed and I rush to grab his arm. His eyebrows raise.

"You're so warm, Annaliese. Christ."

"Stay," I demand quietly, releasing him. "Please."

Harry doesn't have to consider it at all, nodding almost immediately after the words are out of my mouth. He gestures me to slide a bit, since the bed is so small, so he can lay down fully. But the size of the bed doesn't matter when he gently pulls me onto his chest and tucks us both in.

I'm trying hard to control my shivering, but I can't tell if it's because I'm excited to be so close to Harry or because of the cold. Either way, Harry tries to help by pressing his hand to my head and making it stop trembling manually. I hope I don't get him sick, but my drowsy, fever ridden state makes me selfish and stuck to him.

"Harry?"

"I knew you wouldn't be able to stay quiet for more than five minutes," he laughs, resting his head on mine. "Yes?"

"I'm not disappointed in you. You thought I would be, but I promise I'm not. I've never felt that way. I was just upset that you wouldn't talk to me, but I understand now and I won't be annoying about it again."

Harry laughs once more, patting my head as if I'm a child. "Thank you, Annaliese. I know you and I knew even back then that you'd love me unconditionally, but I doubted how much you knew about me for a while after returning. Now that you know everything," he says, "you still feel the same about me and I couldn't ask for anything more. Can you try going to sleep now?"

"I think so."

"Okay, baby."

The hand on my head stops patting and begins to scratch my scalp, lulling me to sleep. I clutch Harry tightly, making sure he's still under me as I'm slipping away, and then I send a quick prayer up that Harry gets some rest too.

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The next time I wake is in the evening, my fever broken and my stomach empty. Harry's awake, reading one of his books as I lay on him. He looks peaceful, eyes moving over the paper and then his fingers silently turning the page, continuing the pattern.

He catches me looking some time later, blinking a few times as if to focus his eyes, and then the smile on his face that I dreamt of returns his face, wrinkles crinkling around his eyes. "Hi."

"Hi."

"How are you feeling?" He puts his hand on my head and hums thoughtfully. "Your fever is gone. I think it's safe to shower."

We both look to the bathroom and my nose scrunches. "Fine." I turn my head and cough to get all the sleep out of my voice, reaching for the water next. "I won't sleep tonight."

"Be happy you weren't too sick. We'll take more medicine just in case okay?"

"Yes."

He grabs my arm when I struggle to sit up, helping me into my feet. I feel his eyes on me when I remove some clothes from my suitcase and bring walking to the bathroom.

"Hotel rooms are sexy," I say once I open the bathroom door, peeking over my shoulder.

Harry looks confused and then slowly smiles. "I've said that before, haven't I?"

"Yes. I dream about that night that went spent in the hotel in London for the first time."

"You dreamt about the place we first had sex?" Harry says, biting the inside of his cheek. "You really were sick."

"I'm all better now."

My shower isn't too cold. I'd like it to be freezing, but Harry's voice echoes in my head telling me not to since I'm still not out of the woods with this cold. I don't spend much time in there either, eager to return to my husband. With my clothes back on and dry, I pad out and back into the room.

He's in the same position, as expected. When he sees me in front of the mirror detangling my hair, he gets out of bed and takes out my medicine, tilting two pills into my hand. I swallow them without worrying him about it and then look at him through the mirror, his towering figure casting a shadow over me, using the moonlight streaming in past the curtain-less windows.

The summer air isn't too sticky tonight, but the humidity of the air causes me to immediately reach for the buttons on my shirt and begin to undo them, wanting nothing more than the remainder of the cool air to hit every inch of my skin. My hair is tied next, leaving an exposed neck and curls off of my already sweaty forehead. I briefly think about taking a walk since we've been stuffed in this room for hours, but the look in his eyes makes me reconsider any plans I had of showering, or sleeping.

I haven't seen that expression on his usually tired face in over a year. Nor have I heard the gruff desperation in his voice when he speaks. "What are you doing, Annaliese?"

Prior to listening to his voice, I had half an idea of where this night would go, but after the words leave his mouth, I think that I'd rather do whatever he'd like.

I turn back around and glance at him through the mirror once more. His hand raises and presses to the back of my neck, wrapping around my jaw.

"What am I doing?" I tell him, stepping backwards until my back collides with his firm chest, and his hand tightens on my jaw. The brightness in his eyes grows more intense, despite the darkness. His throat moves as he swallows and wavers for just a few moments before bringing his head down, pressing his lips to the outside of the shell of my ear.

"Are you tired?"

I shake my head and gently cup his hand with my own. "Far from it."

He nods his head once and pulls away. He steps back and then begins unbuttoning his own shirt. "Annaliese."

My lips pull into a smile. "Harry."

There is a thick silence. A tense pause. We don't blink.

He finally speaks, blinking slowly. "Will you come to bed with me?"

"I thought you'd never ask, mon cœur."

He sits on the edge of the bed and holds his hand out. The moonlight hits the side of his face with the scar, but the white mark is barely visible under the white light. He looks at me with darkened eyes, hand outstretched and fingers barely flexed. When I put my hand in his, he tugs me close and lets me stand between his parted legs.

"Are we really doing this?"

"I want to," I say a bit breathlessly. "Are you comfortable?"

"Yes." He hesitates. "But I'm nervous."

His hand traces up my arm, past my shoulders and collarbones until he touches the buttons of my shirt. He slips his fingers past the two undone ones, and then touches the fastened ones, raising his eyes towards me briefly to catch permission. I smile and nod, my chest rising and falling quickly, giving away how I actually feel despite my collected appearance.

"Nervous? What for?"

His eyes stay on my face, reading and studying, as he begins to unfasten the remainder of the buttons. His brows pinch. My index finger automatically hurries to press against the skin without thinking, soothing the crease. When I pull my hand away, the crease is gone.

"It's been over a year."

I laugh. "I think you and I still know what to do."

Once the final button is undone, his large palm runs over my waist and makes its way north, covering most of my skin at my hips and stomach before continuing up. I tilt my head back and gasp when he gently cups one breast, not bothering to hide his effect on my body anymore. My hands reach out and touch his shoulders, grasping firmly to balance myself as his other hand joins the connection with my left breast.

There are no words exchanged between us after that, but it feels like coming home. The intimacy is gentle and private, something we've been frightened of for months, tiptoeing around each other. I lean forward and cup his face instead, and then lower myself into his lap. His strong arms immediately wrap around my waist and tug me closer, moving back on the mattress so I have more room.

"Annaliese," Harry whispers, cupping my face. "My beautiful Annaliese."

"I'm here. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere, you hear me?"

A smile spreads across his face and he leans in, manually tilting my head to the side to give him better access to my mouth. "I hear you," he whispers, pressing his warm lips to mine, eyelashes fluttering against my skin as he closes his eyes. His mouth is addictive, his lips synced with mine so well, I want to cry out and grab him, clutch him to my chest and scold him. Never leave me so cold and heartbroken. Not just for my sake, but his too, because without his happiness, mine is nonexistent.

He breaks from my mouth and kisses down the side of my neck. "Fuck," he whispers, tightening his arms even more. "Do you feel me?"

I do feel him, more than I could ever remember feeling him. He strains against his trousers, pressing against my thigh urgently. With a gentle movement, I rock my center against his. When he grunts, I draw my head back and check his reaction. His eyes are clearer than before and his hand finds its way to my hair, grabbing it, hesitantly at first, but more confidently when he hears the moan tumble from my lips.

"I feel you," I tell him, laying a hand on his chest where his fast heart beat presses against my skin. "I feel all of you."

The hand in my hair flattens and urges me to come back to him. His mouth is hot against mine, the other hand on my hip, encouraging my movements against his length. "Annaliese," he growls against my mouth. "You drive me fucking insane. What do you want? I'll give you anything."

"You," I answer immediately, clutching his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. "Please."

I've never wanted him this much, not even before we were married or the few blissful months we had after. I expected this need to feel far more tame than it is right now, a feeling of coming back to the man I've wanted to be with for years, but instead, it's a flame, one that towers over me and burns every inch of my skin. I feel feverish at the thought of seeing all of him, having him inside of me, the weight of his body on top of me.

My hands roam over his chest, catching one nipple and then stopping at the scar his father left under his pec. After kissing him once more, I whisper desperately, "Harry. Can we do this? Can we please?"

His curls tickle my face as he nods, releasing my hair and smoothing my ruined curls. "Yes, my love. I'll give you anything you want, in whichever way you'd like. Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want."

"I want you on top." I stop pressing my hips against his. "Please. I want... I want you everywhere. Everywhere."

He nods again and releases me, letting my roll off of him. My shirt falls to the floor as I turn around to watch him work on his belt buckle, slipping the leather off and letting it fall to the side of the bed. His button is undone and I watch with excitement as his hand moves to lower the zip over his bulge until his fly is open. He stands up and walks towards me with a hungry look in his eye, reaching for my waist again, pushing me down onto the mattress until my back lays flat against it.

"You look so good," I whisper, holding the back of his neck when he snakes his hands under my back and unclasps my bra, letting the material fall away. "So good. Missed you. Missed seeing all of you. Please, Harry, I'm so impatient. I want to see all of you."

Harry stutters out a laugh, letting me dip my fingers into his underwear. "You're telling me. I'll burst if I don't see you, my love."

"Get on with it then, Styles."

His hands trail down to my own trousers, pushing them down, leaving me under him in just my underwear, and when he removes his trousers, he's the same as me. The hungry look in his eye returns and he gathers my wrists up in one hand, pressing them above my head.

"Annaliese," he says with a squeeze of my wrists. "Look at me."

My eyes focus on him. "Anything for you."

"I'm going to go get a rubber. Stay here and don't move."

A shiver runs up my spine at the sound of his delicious command. I nod and watch him get off of me. I feel cold in his absence, too addicted to him already. When returns, he's holding the packet between his teeth.

A memory violently takes me, my eyes widening. Harry always held the rubber packet between his teeth as he climbed the bed up to meet me, claiming it was easy to just grab onto with his teeth and then rip it with his non dominant hand. He used to say that he didn't like to hold the rubber in both hands because it was easier to just rip with his teeth.

He does the same now, climbing onto the bed, ripping the foil with his left hand, and removing the rubber. He rolls on the condom and then glances at me, tilting his head questioningly. "What is it?" He reaches towards me, catching the moisture running down my cheek. "Annaliese?"

I hastily shake my head. "I'm okay. I'm just...remembering something."

"What is it?"

My harsh breathing stops as soon as it starts and he relaxes, sliding his palms up to my thighs, gently parting them.

"You would always hold the packet like that. It hasn't changed."

His cheeks go pink. "Well. That's a weird memory to have."

"You look so good," I whisper again, looking up at him. It's been so long since I've seen him naked, I've almost forgotten how hard his thighs and the firm muscles of his torso are. I realize, however, that I've never seen Harry this fit before. His training is what made him this new evolved Harry. I hold my hand out to him. I want to get to know him. "I want you so bad."

He takes my hand and places it on his chest as he crawls between my legs. His heartbeat returns under my fingers. "I want you," he murmurs, kissing my wrist.

"If you don't do it already..."

Harry drops my hand and laughs again. He lays his body, spreading my legs some more, gently teasing me by dipping his fingers into my underwear before sliding it off my body.

"Fuck," he murmurs, gently pressing a thumb to my clit without warning. I jolt, hands flying to grab his curls as he lowers his head and swipes his tongue over me. The pleasure shoots up my spine, causing me to gasp and twist his curls.

"Harry!" I exclaim, throwing my head back when he continues running his thumb over me, his finger gently rubbing circles on my clit. "Fuck."

"Walls are thin," he reminds me, muffled against my flesh.

"Fuck the walls."

"Our poor neighbors," he teases, pinching the fat around my hip.

"Don't care," I moan, wrapping my legs around his strong shoulders. "Missed you so much."

Harry raises his head and frowns, kisses my thighs. He opens his mouth but then closes it and kisses my thigh again. I hear something wet, like his mouth on something and then a finger presses against my opening. A low groan escapes me when he presses in until he reaches his knuckle, glancing down at him. He gently crooks his finger up and then runs his tongue across his lip when I gasp at the intense pleasure.

He's not working on stretching me. Not even when he works a second finger into me, pressing his fingers against the spot inside me that has been neglected for too long. He's keeping me on the edge, the bastard.

"Harry," I whimper impatiently, reaching for his hair.

"Is it feeling good? Do you think I remember your body correctly?"

He watches his fingers push into me and disappear and then he looks up to watch my face. I can't help but throw my head back. "Feels perfect. Oh!"

He brings his head down and slowly licks, watching my face. At the feel of my fingers trembling, he lets out a soft, satisfied laugh, and then contrasts the gentleness by pushing his fingers harshly and repeating the motion.

"Je vais jouir!" I cry, tightening my hold on him, however, as soon as he hears the words, he pulls away and wipes his fingers on the sheets.

He leans forward and kisses me roughly, tangling his fingers tightly in my hair, tilting my head to his liking. His mouth is eager and desperate, teeth biting down on my lower lip and gently pulling it away to make me desperate. It works.

I wrap my legs around his waist and hold him tight. "I want you so bad. Please don't stop, Harry."

"If you're sure, baby."

"I am. Please, I am."

He finally listens to me, hovering just enough to leave room for me to look at him comfortably. His curls fall over his face and brush against the frame of my face, but I don't bother to push the strands away, caught up in the intensity of his eyes.

I briefly see his hand reach down.

He holds eye contact with me as he slowly pushes in. My breath hitches, my body accepting him while enjoying the burn of the stretch. I gasp, wrapping my trembling arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

"Are you okay?" he asks me after staying still for a moment.

I pull back and whisper against his mouth, "I've never been this good."

"Yeah? I can move, my love?"

I'm nodding before he's finished with his sentence, pulling him back down. He hesitates for a moment before placing some weight on me, monitoring my reaction and my breath to make sure I'm breathing. In the midst of pleasure, I want to tell them that I don't care if he suffocates me here because I'd be dying happy. He presses a chaste kiss to my forehead and mutters a swear under his breath, touching my face to get me to look back up at him.

His green eyes are darker and more focused, the hand on my face curls and lifts my jaw up. He stares, unashamed, brows furrowing just a little bit when he pushes again deeply, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

"I've missed you so much," I whisper, tucking his curls behind his ears. "Do you know that? No you have no idea."

He turns his head and kisses my palm, his thrusts slowing. "I've missed you," he murmurs, squishing my cheeks together. "Tell me how you want it."

"I'll have you any way I can."

Harry smiles. "I didn't mean that. You've got me. I was talking about us... doing this."

"Wow," I say, struggling through a whimper when he thrusts roughly, "is Harry Styles afraid to say the s word?"

"S word?" he laughs, resting his head on my shoulder. He places more weight on me and then pushes his arms under my back to cradle me to his chest as I cradle him to mine.

"Sex."

"Absolutely not. Wow, you feel so good." The last part is whispered into my ear, accompanied with a bite of my earlobe. I shiver and tilt my head away but he kisses my neck and paralyzes me right there. "You feel," he whispers again, groaning under his breath, "like you were made for me. Don't you think we fit so well, my love?"

"We do." I push his hair back and then hold him against my chest tightly, my thighs trembling when he picks up his pace. "Fuck!"

"Have I ever told you," he groans, "how much I love your voice. Especially when you're like this. When you h-have me at your mercy."

"I have you at my mercy? Harry, look at us right now."

He grins down at me. "Think we have each other in a hold. Tightening your legs around me, love. You won't hurt me. Go ahead."

I do, my hands slipping down to his chest, digging my nails in. The pleasure on his face is transparent, a chill rushing through me when he bends down and softly kisses my mouth again, angling his hips a bit better, using one hand to raise my left leg over his.

"Tighter, I said, Annaliese."

"Harry, you have to give me some credit for how tight I'm holding you. I haven't been in this position in over a year."

"You're acting like you're an old lady," he teases. "But fine. If it's hard for you, I'll hold them."

He slowly pulls out and holds himself firmly as he tells me, "Slide down a bit."

I do as I'm told, mesmerized by him. He nods when the back of my thigh touches his thigh and then he wraps my legs around him and holds them there with his arms around my knees. He lets go just briefly to push himself back in.

I don't know if it's the position or that Harry can hold me better like this, but the pleasure is doubled. My free hands clutch the sheets under the bed and I try to swallow a moan for the sake of the neighbors, but I can't keep the noises in for too long. It's feeling way too good to remain silent.

"Merde! Je veux que tu me baises, Harry."

Harry lets out a breathless laugh, chest and neck flushed. His grip on my legs create imprints on my skin but I'm excited and wish for him to press further.

"You have no idea," he says, rolling his head back, "how fucking good you look. You make me want to be buried inside of you all the time. Just look at you."

His stomach jumps when I run my fingers over the muscle, poking at how hard his skin becomes when he thrusts. I squeeze him experimentally.

"Annaliese," he warns me, "you're going to me lose it."

"Do it," I groan. "Please. Please, do what you want."

"It's the first time we're having sex. I want it to be romantic," he laughs, unwinding one arm to gently hold my jaw, pressing his thumb into my mouth.

"It can be even if you go fast."

He obliges, starting his thrusts faster, filling and removing over and over until I'm at a point of no return and there's nothing I can feel, hear, or taste except him. He brings himself down and kisses my mouth roughly, finally, grunting against my mouth.

I want it to be sensual and everything that has been missing between us, but the rush of emotions after he murmurs, "You're all I want," in my ear is something unpredictable. It hits me in the middle of my chest and all the fatigue of the day or strain in my thighs I felt is gone. I throw my arms around him and force him to fall onto my with a small groan, making it harder for me to breathe. But I fucking love it.

Now he's everywhere, affecting even my breathing. He puts his arms under my body and raises me to meet him halfway while I pull him down to make him meet me and this new angle is everything I've wished for.

"Annaliese," he murmurs in my ear, kissing my cheek and jaw. "You always make me feel so good."

I don't have anything to say, afraid that if I make the slightest noise, he'll be scared and run off. I tighten my legs around him, enjoying the wave of pleasure that accompanies his every thrust.

"Annaliese," Harry says again, raising his head. He pushes the hair out of my face and kisses me very gently. His green eyes look more vibrant than usual. "I don't want to crush you."

"Please crush me," I whisper. "I could die so happily here."

A wide grin split his face as he lifts himself off a bit and rests himself on his elbows and forearm. "Tempting," he says teasingly. "But no."

I want to stare at him for hours, his curls falling into my face and tickling the skin. I shakily hold the back of his neck and shudder through the pleasure, groaning. "I can't believe I stayed away from you for so long."

Harry peppers kisses to my face, those barely present kisses. "How disappointed would you be if I told you I'm going to cum soon."

At the sound of his words, I can't help but whimper. "Never disappointed in you. I-I've told you that already and it counts for here too. I want you to feel good."

Harry stutters through a laugh, my heart jumping at the sound. I always want sex to be like this: playful and loving. It's all I could ask for. I sink my nails into his skin.

"I think," I whisper, "that I'll cum before you."

"I like that better."

I watch as Harry kisses me once more, breathlessly, and then brings his hand down to where we connect, rubbing quick circles perfectly. The euphoria shoots through me instantly, and I feel bad for Harry when I tighten around him and press my nails further into him, but I can't help it. My moans are muffled by his shoulder when I bite down on it, but it takes only a few moments to get me to achieve the orgasm, Harry's hand holding my head tightly to his body, working me through it.

"Fuck, you're so warm!" he swears loudly, tightening his fingers in my hair and pulling when he begins to orgasm as well, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, a low groan falling from his mouth.

His fingers release my hair from their firm hold when he regains feeling and apologetically smooths my curls back. He gently lays me back down and raises my head to kiss me, slowly pulling out of me.

This is the closest I've felt to Harry in a year. I refuse to let him go after this day, rolling him onto his back and laying on top of him, holding him down. He can't run anymore, and I can't either. I am here with him. Harry is present.

"You are a wonderful fucking woman," he whispers against my mouth after tens of kisses later, tangled in the sheets, hands roaming over my body because he's not yet had enough. "Deadly, but wonderful."

I'm not scared anymore and I'm delighted to see Harry under me, breathing softly, eyes trained on me. I can tell from his expression that he is not scared either.

"I love you," I tell him, my words muffled against his bare chest.

He takes a deep breath, heart beat slowly returning to normal. "And God do I love you, ma femme."

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lover-girl-estxx · 4 months

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Nick Diaz x reader. Nick revealing to the reader that he’s going to fight again. Fluff?

Thank you 🙏🏻

Again

(N40 R28)

We've been in Texas for about to months now waiting for nick to get a fight, he wanted to come here and train hard with nothing else on his mind. He could leave me and Sidney alone at home and not be nervous, as much as he loves his Brother and family it was hard for him to train with them just down the road but he had plans to go back almost as soon as he go a fight. I don't understand it and I don't really ask questions if it works for him I just follow really.

I was watching The Walking Dead on the TV with three year old Sidney in my lap when we heard Nick come in the front door of the Air bnb, she hopped out of my lap and ran to her dad "hey sweetheart!" he smiled picking her up. They walked into the living room "hey baby" "hey!" i smiled as he leaned down and kissed me "can I talk to you?" I nodded "yeah of course" I got up as he set Sid down on the couch.

"whats up?" I sat on the counter he stood in front of me "so I had a phone meeting with Dana today" he smiled "you did?! and!?" "I got a fight August 3rd at Welterweight hes ranked 14" "Really?! oh my god Nicky thats great!!...is it?" he slightly chuckled "yea it is!" I hugged him "I can't wait love you got it on the bag" he held me tight "what in the bag?" Sid asked "daddys got a fight!" Nick said picking her up "can I go?!" "nope, mommy doesn't even go" she groaned and threw her head back i chuckled "you can watch with Mom and auntie misty that okay?" he asked "yeah thats fine" he laughed "okay".

"your happy?" I asked sitting in his lap playing with the little curls on the back of his neck "yeah babe i'm happy.... Happy with everything" he rubbed my thighs "good" I smiled and kissed his cheek "can I go weight?" Sidney asked "what?" he asked "she wants to go to the weigh ins" she got next to him on the couch "ummm sure that's fine" she smiled and clapped her hands "that means I get to go to" I said "yeah both my girls can go" I clapped my hands mocking Sid he chuckled.

I gave them dinner and rubbed his shoulder "do you want to go back to Stockton?" I asked him "um....no" "no?" "no I mean maybe you go back to California but Stockton is just nothing but bad memories I don't really wanna be in that mindset.... don't want her to grow up like that" "okay i'll look into somewhere else then whatever you want" he smiled "thanks....We can go back to Stockton for the weekend whenever you guys want" I smiled and leaned over and pecked his lips.

#nick diaz #ufc #nick diaz imagine #nick diaz x reader #ufc x reader #nick diaz imagines

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dooksofearl · 4 months

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PLEASE SHARE AND HELP MY REACH

Squeak Speak

May Newsletter

Happy May, Friends!

This is a little later than I planned because I wanted to update everyone on my medical situation. I will be having surgery mid June and my infusion treatments go through July so hopefully by August I will be feeling much better and back on track. I know some of you have requested pictures. Please bare with me and don't be afraid to send me reminders if you don't hear from me for several days. I am doing the best I can.

What's going on with the kids.

For the most part, they are doing well. Evee is starting antibiotics for her eye infection. The brain tumor is too deep to operate. We are treating her with medication but she got it irritated and an infection followed so we are taking care of that. She takes her medicine with no problem. She is the sweetest and best little ferret. Please keep her in your prayers.

I lost three more ferrets to old age and my heart is broken. One was Justin's favorite boy, Dorbad. I'm taking this harder than I thought I would because of that. Mr. Spooky says he is going to live forever and take care of me. He's a good boy when he's not trying to bite our friends and visitors. Lol

Maru, the hamster, Cal, the sugar glider, and our bunnies, Daisy and Basil continue to thrive. We have all suddenly decided that we love celery and snow peas and hate raisins. So I am changing up their daily salads.

We are still struggling and I am not sure how long we can continue like this. This is my calling and I will keep doing it as long as God keeps making a way for me to do it but it is getting harder. I keep requesting grants but none are coming through and donations are hard to come by. Except for a couple of amazing angels that commit to sending in funds regularly, we have nothing else coming in. I picked up some part time contract work but it barely covers the bills. I'm grateful for it but we really need more support.

That being said our fundraising goal this month is $1,094.90

It will go towards:

$488 to pet foods

$260 for their produce

$138.46 for medicine

$208.44 for cleaning supplies for the month.

We also need immediately:

Food bowls

Carabiners

Pee pads

Here is our wish list links if you are able to help with those items:

https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/2FVRFVAXT9IO4?ref_=wl_share

https://www.walmart.com/registry/RR/bc3ba14a-6e84-45fa-a086-c59a76789351

Also we have a friend (Thanks Shannon!) of the rescue who is selling freshies air fresheners that are super cute. When she gets the mold for the ferret one a portion of sales are going to be donated to our rescue. Please follow her on TikTok

https://www.tiktok.com/@morrisshannon?_t=8mNZZ9LXj0F&_r=1.

Our sweet Mitzki posed for the mold design 😊

THANK YOU SO MUCH for sticking with me and supporting the rescue during grief. It was just mine and Justin's going steady anniversary and that was such a hard day for me. But I know you are out there praying for me and believing in me and my mission to take care of these babies and I appreciate it. Sometimes it is all that gets me through the day. Thank you.

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Donations can be made in app at:

https://www.jotform.com/app/213234930973154

Zelle and PayPal

[email protected]

Venmo @DooksofEarl

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Checks or money orders can be mailed to:

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BROWNSVILLE, TN 38012-8412

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jungle-angel · 2 years

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“Mo cheann beag” (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: The littlest ones are often the ones who have a deep impact on our lives

Notes: Title roughly translates to “My Little One” in Gaelic

Tagging: @eagerforthesky I promised ya’ll a fic and I have delivered (lol)

Movie nights were something that you and Bob loved above all, even if the kids were too young to understand what was going on.

You and Bob had let the kids stay up a little bit later to watch the movie “Rudy”, a movie that you and Bob loved and had bonded over when you had first met and knew that the kids would appreciate when the time came.

Deidre giggled as the family mutt laid down beside her, all of three of them curled up under their little blankets while you and Bob had taken the couch. The work on the ranch was done for the day, the cows and horses in the barn and the snow falling softly outside, the winters of the Midwest beginning to arrive.

You rested your head against Bob’s, his arm around you with one hand on the bump in your abdomen that was beginning to show a little more each day. “God I love this movie,” he murmured. “Reminds me of when my Dad went to Notre Dame and played football.”

“Your dad went to Notre Dame?” you asked him.

“Yep,” Bob answered. “Got a full ride on the GI bill and everything.”

You and Bob watched, totally absorbed in the story of Rudy’s struggle and drive to play football for Notre Dame. You felt your little one, not yet born, beginning to stir inside you, the little feet pressing against the top of your bump as Bob’s hand moved over the spot where you felt the kicking. “Guess the little one has spoken,” you chuckled.

A laugh escaped your husband’s throat as his hand gently began rubbing circles where he last felt the kicking. Deidre, Patrick and August suddenly jumped up when they finally saw Rudy’s big win, chanting his name as though they too were in the stands. You and Bob couldn’t help but laugh, amazed at the connection your kids were having with this movie.

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“Alright honey, you ready to find out if it’s a boy or a girl?” the doctor asked.

“Ready as we’ll ever be,” you chuckled.

Bob helped you lay on your back as you rolled your shirt up to just below your tits, exposing your abdomen. You shivered a little as soon as the cold gel hit your skin, the probe tickling a little bit as she pressed it against your skin. Bob was just as nervous as you were, even though you had already been through it three times.

“Alright, here we go,” the doctor said cheerfully as she pointed to the screen. “So there’s the head, there’s the little heart right there, there’s the little feet....”

You felt Bob’s hand getting a little sweaty as it gripped yours. The build up to these moments were often when the excited nervousness crept in.

“Looks like there’s a little something, right there,” the doctor chuckled as she pointed to a spot on the screen you and Bob could hardly make out. You looked a little bit closer and Bob’s eyes went wide behind his glasses, his hand clamping over his jaw which caused you to laugh. “Oh my God,” he said, his voice muffled behind his hand. “Is it really?”

“Congratulations you two,” the doctor said excitedly.

“Oh man,” Bob chuckled, shaking his head a little. “Deidre’s gonna flip when she finds out she’s getting a baby brother.”

You laughed and kissed the back of his hand. Bob returned the kiss, happy beyond words that the rest of the squad were going to have another nephew.

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No matter how many times you had done this.

No matter how many times it had brought you and Bob unimaginable joy.

Labor SUCKED.

You leaned against Bob as the warm water in the bath relieved some of the pain in your lower back, one of his hands gripping your own and the other rubbing up and down your back. “I love every one of them,” you groaned. “But this one is really putting me through the ringer.”

Bob felt your hand tighten around his, you drawing in a shaky breath and letting it out as the muscles in your belly tightened and relaxed. “You’ll make it through, baby,” he assured you. “I promise you will.”

It went on for what felt like an eternity, both Bob and the midwife assuring you that everything was going smoothly You could feel it already, the pressure, the sweat standing out on your forehead and the shakiness in your body. You didn’t fight it. The minute you felt the need, the midwife told you to push.

It was quick. Five good pushes and in no time at all, you felt that familiar relief wash over your body. The midwife lifted your son out of the water and into your arms, the little one’s face scrunched as he let forth his shrieks. You and Bob couldn’t believe how tiny he was, fitting perfectly into your arms, his fingers and his toes barely the size of yours.

“Oh baby, shhhh, it’s ok,” you murmured trying to calm your baby boy’s cries. Bob gently stroked his son’s hair, the baby’s hands clenching into little fists. He still could hardly believe that the two of you had made something so perfect.

“You wanna hold him Daddy?” you asked him.

“Of course,” Bob answered.

He slipped his shirt off as the midwife helped you in turn, gently taking your newborn son in his hands, towel and all and cradling him against the bare skin of his chest. “It’s ok baby,” he whispered. “We’re gonna get you all warmed up and get you back to Mama once she’s all ready.”

Bob felt the baby growing a little warmer as he held him, switching out the bath towel for the crochet blanket his mother, Irene, had made, the yarn shades of blue, gold, white and pale bronze. “There we go,” he whispered. “Now you’re nice and warm.”

Bob was still in disbelief that such a perfect little human had been made by the two of you, the tears beginning to form in his eyes. “Welcome to the family, mo cheann beag,” Bob murmured, the baby squirming as a gentle little coo escaped him.

You were laid up in your bed in the bedroom of your house, with Bob beside you a short time later, your son rooted at your breast as he fed, his eyes half closed as Bob stroked the baby’s soft tufts of dark blonde hair. “You know he’s gonna need a name right?” you pointed out.

Bob made a face, realizing that the two of you hadn’t decided on a name yet. You went through every possible name for boys that you could think of for a boy, but none of them sticking.

“Guess the only name we haven’t mulled over is Rudy,” Bob said.

To your surprise, the baby let go, his head turning sharply to look right up at you with his little eyes that had gone just as wide as Bob’s. “Did you see.....?”

You laughed, nodding until you felt the sharpness of the baby suddenly having let go of your nipple. “I think the little one has spoken again,” you half laughed.

Bob kissed the top of his son’s delicate little head. “Rudy,” he murmured. “Rudy.......babes, it’s perfect.”

Rudy Sean Floyd’s name was put beside the names of you, Bob, Bob’s parents and Bob’s siblings as well as Deidre, Auggie and Patrick’s. You couldn’t help but smile as well when you put him in his warm little pjs, dark blue and emblazoned with a little teddy bear holding a football and big gold letters that read “Notre Dame” across the top. When you had taken as many pictures as you had wanted, Bob picked Rudy up and placed him in the crib at the foot of the bed, covering him with the blanket. “Goodnight Rudy,” he whispered, placing a kiss on his tiny little cheek.

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