#he's old enough that he's not gonna be able to see his mom as this infallible being but rather as a human who fucked up.
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The Hellfire Exotic Club Part 11
Just two more chapters to go. The tension is ramping up and you're gonna want to hold on to your seats. This is the penultimate chapter before everything is revealed. And hooboy is it going to be great fun.
In this we find out who the cleaner was and he gives Eddie the final clue he needs to stop his troubles once and for all.
Part 1Â Part 2Â Part 3 Part 4 Part 5Â Part 6Â Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10
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Eddie enjoyed watching the cleaning crew. They were like bees in a hive, not bumping up against each other or trying to do the same tasks. Cleaning up after some days was hell, like Tuesdays and Saturdays and he always made sure to pay extra on those days.
That said, he really didnât know any of them. The only familiar faces were the foremen. Eddie has asked the head forman about it once and was told that cleaning Hellfire was such a cushy job that he rotated teams so that everyone got a chance at it.
So imagine his surprise when one of the cleaners stopped Steve on his way out of the dressing room for a short chat.
It looked a little heated, if Eddie was being honest and was about to step in when Steve broke away from the conversation and drifted his direction.
Eddie cocked his head toward the cleaner. âWho was that?â
âAn old friend of mine,â Steve said with a shrug. âI didnât realize he had fallen on such hard times. Apparently his mom broke her hip and hasnât been able to work for the last year.â
âThatâs rough,â Eddie said, and waved his arm for Steve to go first. âI donât know how much the cleaners make, but maybe if he puts in an application we can find him something to do here. Hell, he could work in the kitchen if Monty liked him well enough.â
His chef was a thin, wiry looking fellow, but he knew how to make the best club food anyone had ever tasted. He was also particular about who worked with him. But Monty could always use an extra hand or two and it would never hurt to try.
âIâll let him know the next time I see him,â Steve said with a fond smile. âHeâs also got a little brother in college, maybe have him apply too. Couldnât hurt. Whatâs the least thatâs going to happen, you say no? They wonât be any worse off for applying.â
âYeah,â Eddie agreed. He didnât think that he would hire either of them if he was honest, but like Steve said, they wouldnât be worse off for it. âSo how was Creepy McCreepy?â
Steve bumped Eddie with his hip. âHenry Creel was fine. Heâs just passing through, by the way, Mr. Worry Wort. I think he has bigger fish to fry then some high end exotic dancing club. Not that this place isnât worth scalping, but I think heâs aiming for higher?â
âWorld domination?â Eddie teased, leaning into Steve space.
He laughed and nudged him away with his elbow. âYeah, probably.â
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Eddie ended up meeting with Steveâs friend because the guy needed consistent money coming in and while cleaning job paid okay, it really didnât have many regular clients other than the club. Mostly they cleaned up after major sporting events, political conventions, stuff like that. And with their boss Murray always rotating the crew who cleaned the club, some weeks were good, others not so much.
Eddie had to admit that guy cleaned up really good. With his hair out of his face and wearing nice clothes, he wasnât bad to look at.
âJonathan Byers?â he said, rising to greet him from a table he had sectioned off for the interview.
âYeah,â he said, shaking Eddieâs hand. âThanks for agreeing to see me.â
Eddie smiled. âNo problem. Iâm sorry to hear about your mom.â
âThank you.â
Eddie pulled out three pages and spread them out in front of Jonathan. âThere are three positions open right now, letâs see if you fit any one of them.â
He pointed to the first one. âThis is for the busser position. Basically you go around after people have left to take away plates and glasses as well as pick up any tips. Youâll get a small portion of the tips but mostly itâs a flat rate of $15 an hour.â
Jonathan nodded.
âThis one is for a cookâs assistant,â Eddie said tapping on the second one. âOften called a prep chef in bigger kitchens. Basically youâll prepare everything for the chef and put it in the fridge for him to grab as he goes. Youâll get here at 4pm and leave at 8pm when the club opens. Pay is $22 an hour because itâs only four hours a day.â
Again Jonathan nodded. âThat makes sense.â
âAnd finally the waiter position,â Eddie said. âThis one in the highest paid, but also the most demanding. Youâll only have two days off a week and youâll work from 8pm-2am. Base pay is $15 an hour, but you get a set amount of tips every night. Usually itâs percentage, but if itâs a rough night, youâll see a base pay of $200 in tips for the night. You arenât expected to pimp for tips as it were, as you arenât the main attraction. Youâll be invisible for most of the time and some will even get mad at you for blocking their view of the show.â
âWow,â Jonathan said. âThatâs really fucking generous.â
âI try to be,â Eddie said cocking his head to side, âbecause living in this hellscape we call American Capitalism is hard enough without having to worry about not having enough money for shit.â
âCan I take these with me and then send over my resume for the position Iâm most interested in applying for?â Jonathan asked, placing his hand over the a couple of the pages.
âSure thing,â Eddie said. âI have copies on my computer. Iâll give you to the end of the week, otherwise Iâm going to have to start looking elsewhere.â He stood up and Jonathan did the same.
âThatâs fair,â Jonathan said, holding up the pages. âThanks for this. Because you gave me a chance, even if I donât end up working here.â
They shook hands.
âLet me walk you to your car,â Eddie said, waving his arm for Jonathan to go first.
He huffed out a laugh. âI donât have a car right now, my girlfriend is coming to pick me.â
âThen Iâll wait with you,â Eddie offered.
Jonathan considered it a moment and then shrugged. âSure, man. Whatever.â
They walked out to the curb and chatted about Jonathanâs family and how his mom was doing. âMy brother is going to be famous one day,â Jonathan said with pride. âHe is such an amazing painter, his work should be hung galleries.â
âYeah?â Eddie said with a smile. He knew that tone of voice. It was the same tone Wayne got when he talked about him. âSo what did baby Jonathan Byers want to be when he grew up?â
âThis is going to sound so weird,â Jonathan said with a smirk, âbut a bug photographer. Not wild life in general. Bugs. Creepy crawlies. Insects and spiders. I loved that shit as a kid. I donât know how many times I freaked out my mom by bringing in a new bug to take pictures of and then release back into the wild.â
âYoung Eddie would have loved you,â he said softly. âI liked bugs and critters you arenât supposed to go anywhere near. Raccoons, possums, squirrels. Baby Eddie loved them all. My mom,â he wagged his hand back and forth, ânot so much.â
âThere she is now,â Jonathan said jutting his chin at the red hatchback pulling into the parking lot.
Eddie pursed his lips and resolved not to say a damn word until she did.
And oh boy did she ever. She got out of the car and immediately started yelling at Jonathan.
âWhat on earth are you doing here?â she cried. âI thought you had an interview.â
Eddie tilted his head to side. âNot an interview yet, more like a fact finding mission. But I like him.â He grinned at her.
âI forbid you from working here!â she shrieked. âThis is a den of sin! I have vowed to take it down.â
âNancy,â Jonathan said warningly. âWeâve had this discussion. If I didnât work at every place you found morally objectionable, I wouldnât be able to work at all. I just need something stable until Will graduates and Mom can move around on her own again.â
âWhen you told me that Steve was working in this hive of iniquity ,â Nancy growled, âI made it my responsibility to shut it down once and for all. To save Steve, to save you from having to sweep the vile filth from its floors.â
âWhat?!â Jonathan cried. âI didnât tell you Steve was working here to have you go on one of your crusades. I told you because Steve was a good friend when both of you were dancing ballet together.â
âItâs a sin!â she cried one more time.
âSo is fornication,â Jonathan huffed. âAnd breaking and entering and a shit ton of other things you do that are supposedly okay as long as you do them.â
Nancy folded her arms and stomped her foot. âThatâs not the same and you know it. They have actual fucking nights dedicated to a specific deadly sin. I may have broken a few laws in my time, but I would never stoop the depths of depravity that his club sinks to!â
âYou continue with this vendetta,â Jonathan warned, âand I swear to God, weâre through. There is nothing wrong with what they do. So what if people see them naked. Donât go see it. Your rights stop at their personhood. You can only dictate what you do and not anyone else.â
He turned to Eddie. âCan you take me home? I donât think I want to be in the same car as her.â
âSure thing, man,â he replied, thumbing behind him. âJust let me lock up and Iâll be right out.â
When he came back Nancy had gone and Jonathan looked like a kicked puppy.
âYou ready to go?â
Jonathan nodded and without a word followed him to his car. After get the address and putting it into the GPS, Eddie said, âIâm sorry about how she acted. Has she done this sort of thing before?â
âWhen I first graduated high school I got a job at a photography studio,â he muttered. âI took pictures of babies and toddlers. I had this cute little pink rabbit that never failed to get a smile.â He cleared his throat. âShe found out that in addition to family portraits, bridal and wedding photos, they also did boudoir photo shoots.â
âOh no,â Eddie moaned, completely seeing where this was going.
âYeah,â Jonathan said with a sniffle. âShe got the place shut down when she found out that some officialâs daughter got them for the guy she was sleeping with, who was not her fiancĂŠ.â
Eddie frowned. That sounded too familiar.
âAnyway,â Jonathan continued, âthis bitch got the whole place shut down and suddenly I was without a job. If I ever find her, I think Iâd like to strangle her with my bare hands.â
âHer named wouldnât be Heather Holloway, would it? Mayor Kirk Hollowayâs daughter?â Eddie asked running his tongue over his upper lip slowly.
Jonathan snapped his fingers. âYeah, thatâs the snake in the grass.â
Eddie pulled off to the side of the road and closed his eyes. âItâs a fucking scam. Holy shit! Itâs a fucking scam.â
âWhat is?â Jonathan asked.
Eddie turned around. âI just figured the whole thing out. All of it. The attacks against Steve, Billy getting caught with his hands up the wrong skirt, Jason fucking Carver. Iâve got to give it to your girl, she is one smart manipulative bitch. But Iâm smarter.â
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i hope christopher's complicated feelings about shannon continue to come up rather than the letter magically solving everything.
#the thing isâshannon *did* leave. she cut off contact for two years.#that is still a thing that happened no matter the nuance behind her actions. she left and christopher remembers that.#and i'm sure eddie tried to explain it to him and make excuses but chris was a smart kid.#he would've seen right through it then and he definitely sees through it now as a teen.#he's old enough that he's not gonna be able to see his mom as this infallible being but rather as a human who fucked up.#and he's gonna have mixed feelings about it. and while the letter definitely helped him it's only one step.#it shouldn't and it can't fix everything. it still doesn't change a lot of things and he's gonna realize that. idk.#i hope they let him feel the complexity of the situation.#neethu speaks
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sometimes I talk to my dad abt controversial things and/or literally give my opinion and he responds and I'm just like 'yeah no you're why people dont like me'
#me sayjng that I dont agree with his opinion but sure you can think his way but heres why i dont agree and him going 'yes no ofcourse you're#right because you're always right and never open for different opinions and not nuanced and and and' in the most sarcastic way and I'm just#standing there like '??? I ended my piece saying y ur opinion could also be right wtf' and he is like 'no im sure because i know these#kinda things' and me and my mom ask for evidence and he gets mad bc no he knows this obviously he just knows this#and then 5 minutes later he goes (non sarcastically) 'yea kyle can do anything' and then when i respond w 'ye sure' he gets mad#bc he sees it as me not being able to take a compliment#SIR I CAN IN FACT NOT DO ANYTHING U LIT TOLD ME I'M BLATENTLY WRONG AND MY OPINION IS WRONG 5 MINUTES AGO#stop telling me I'm perfect AT EVERYTHING ALL THE TIME PLEASE#anyway slay i dont like him as a man and yet he makes me feel like im not allowed to#and shames me when i make it clear I dont like being around him as much#anyway hes a sucky sucky man a lot of the time and atp I'm like 90% sure hes a narcissist but idk enough abt it#anyway fat slay#I'm literally never coming out to him as trans bte bc when one of his closest friends came out as a women and said she was going to#transition he saw it as unfair to HIM because its hard for HIM to lose a friend and he didn't know how to deal with that so she was a bad#friend for doing that. also I'm his favourite little girl to this day like sir....im a 24 yr old whos not called themselves a woman in like#6 yrs please catch on#god so much to talk abt w/him thats to much I'm not gonna trauma dump#anyway he sucks#he just can't seem to grab onto me thinking he sucks
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"first day"
fluff, happy fushiguro family, slice of life, megs' first day of school send-off
Synopsis: you've been dating toji for a while now and megumi subconsciously calls you mom for the first time on his way out the door
to sum it up: you adore the little family you've come to be a part of
WC: 1,701
Warning(s): none
"Megs!" you call out, standing by the front door awaiting the dark-haired boy's arrival. He soon shuffles around the corner from his room, throwing a bag over his shoulder with a tired expression on his face.
His father turns to watch him walk in, crossing his arms as he leans against the counter. "The hell were you doing in there that took you so long?"
"Nothing," Megumi grumbles, moving to brush past the two of you to rush to the door. "I just wanted to look presentable, that's all."
"So you took thirty minutes to get ready?" Toji quirks a brow.
"Believe it or not, dad, some would say that's not enough time to get ready in the morning."
"Not at all, actually," you agree.
Toji tugs the corner of his mouth in judgment. " Well, you should know," he says to you. "You spend at least ten years in the bathroom when we have somewhere to go."
You scoff, rolling your eyes. "That's such an overreaction. I never take any longer than an hour." Megumi and his father exchange knowing looks and you place your hand on your hip. "What?"
"Don't worry baby," Toji assures you. "It's okay to be in denial."
"We've timed it before. The last time we all went out to dinner as a family, you took two and a half hours to get dressed," Megumi adds.
"That's only because I had to shower and pick out an outfit then do my hair and makeup," you defend.
"Isn't that a little overkill? It takes me half that time to shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, and get some homework done."
"Whatever. Your sister would understand," you sigh.
"Unfortunately, she may be worse than you."
"Women," Toji tsks. You slap his bicep and he pretends to flinch, smirking down at you playfully. "Ouch."
"Alright, well, I'm ready now. I don't wanna be late," the sixteen year old says, turning back to reach for the door handle.
"Ah ah ah, wait!" you stop him. "You're not going anywhere without me getting a good look at you. Turn around, I wanna see how the uniform fits."
Megumi lowers his head and complies, turning back around stiffly for you to admire him. You press your hand to your lips to conceal your smile, eyes gleaming with pride as you look over the sharp navy jacket and pants he adorns.
"Awwww," you coo. "It fits perfectly! How does it feel?"
"Pretty good," Megumi nods, moving his arm around slightly to show his mobility in the fabric. "It's comfortable too. It shouldn't be a problem during missions."
"I still can't believe how quickly time has gone by," you muse. "You're already going into your first year at Jujutsu High! Are you excited?"
"You better be," Toji grunts. "Your uncle Gojo hasn't gotten off my ass about your enrollment for years. At least now, he'll finally shut up."
"I still don't understand why I have to have him as a teacher. He's such a moron, I doubt he'll teach us anything useful," Megumi mumbles.
"Moron or not, he's the strongest sorcerer of the modern age and he's helped out so much. I'm sure he'll be able to give you a good experience," you say positively.
"We talkin' about the same Gojo here? The one who trashed my house playing tag with Megumi and the dogs in the living room?" Toji points out and his son grits his teeth at the memory.
"Oh come on, Satoru was like twenty one back then. I can only imagine the crazy shit you've with the kids when you were raising them," you tease.
"You don't even want to know," Megumi exhales.
"Please, you came out just fine, didnât ya?â Toji says, reaching out his hand to ruffle at Megumi's spiky hair. The teen recoils, craning his head away and shielding himself with his arm.
"Quit it. I'm not five anymore."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're all grown up now, I know. Gonna be a first-grade sorcerer before I can even blink an eye."
"Who said that I would be first grade? I'm only a first year."
"Yeah, and look at who your pops is," Toji grins. "Plus, you got an advantage that I never had. You'll do just fine."
Megumi hums indifferently, doubting himself momentarily but accepting the words nonetheless. "Alright, are we ready?"
"No, not yet!" you pull out your phone quickly and open the camera. "I need to get pictures."
The blue-eyed boy slumps. "(Y/n), I gotta go."
"I know, I know, just a few," you promise, holding your camera up to capture his awkward figure in the frame. "Okay, smile."
Megumi doesn't, and of course you don't actually expect him to. Instead, he calmly stares at the camera with his arms at his sides, unsure of what to do with themselves. Toji moves to stand behind you, leaning down to take a peak at the million pictures you're snapping.
"Toji, go stand with him so I can get one with the both of you."
The two groan simultaneously. "Doll, can we just focus on gettin' the kid to school?"
"It's fine. His stuff is already moved into his dorm. We have time."
"But-"
"Shut up and go stand with your son, now," you glare firmly up at the green-eyed man and he huffs.
"Yes, ma'am."
Toji raises a hand to his hip and tilts his head boredly as he stands beside Megumi, the two of them sharing the exact same blank stare as they look into the camera. You squeal happily. "You two are so cuteee!"
"We done, now?"
"No, I wanna get one more with Megs, and then I'm good." The boys give you a look, but you wave them off. "I mean it! Gosh, here Toji. Take our picture."
Toji obliges, grabbing your phone from your hand as you rush over to the tall boy. His expression melts into serenity as you place your hands on his shoulders and lean your head against his arm, smiling widely at the camera as a hint of a smile touches Megumi's lips.
Toji's heart warms at the sight, watching the way his son grows comfortable in your presence. The picture of the two of you looks so natural t to him like you are meant to be a part of his family, which he knows you are.
He snaps the photo and nods. "Got it."
You exhale, turning to face Megumi. You brush your hands over his shoulders to straighten his jacket, ridding it of any lint and wrinkles. "Okay, Megumi, please remember to be safe."
"I know. I will," he nods.
"And don't be too reckless when it comes to training."
"I won't."
"And try to make friends. I know how easy it is for you to push others away."
"I'll try."
You press your lips together with a final sigh, looking over Megumi's face warmly. You wrap your arms safely around him into a hug, your emotions getting the best of you. You have spent the past year caring for Megumi like your own, and watching him head off to achieve his goals makes your heart swell with joy and fear all the same.
"Text me or your father or Tsumiki if you need anything. Anything at all," you tell him. He returns your hug gently.
"Okay," he chuckles lightly and you pull away. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
"...I know you will..." you pout. "Okay, I'll let you go. Good luck. I hope you have an amazing first day. I'll see you at the end of the week, yeah?"
"Mhm. I'll call you to let you know how the day went later."
"Please do."
Toji hands you back your phone and walks toward the door with Megumi. "Let's get a move on," he says. He leans over quickly to peck your lips farewell. "I'll be back in a few."
"Don't speed, Toji."
"Speeding gets you places quicker," he winks and you suck your teeth disapprovingly. Megumi opens the door, his dad gripping the frame.
"Bye, boys. Stay out of trouble," you wave, eyes glassy as you watch Megumi walk out.
"See ya, doll."
"Bye, mum."
The three of you freeze the second the words hit the air, everyone stilling in their tracks.
You feel your heart burst as overwhelming happiness consumes you. Megumi keeps his face forward, hiding his reddening cheeks as he processes what he has just said. Toji stares at the back of his son's head, eyes wide, before he turns to look at you to find your shocked, giddy face.
You don't have any time to reply when Megumi clears his throat suddenly, sweat dotting his forehead, and he walks rigidly out of the house and swiftly down the hall without looking back.
Toji stays behind, keeping an eye on you when you look up at him, stunned. "Did he just...?" you murmur.
"Yep."
Your eyes immediately well with tears and your lips wobble, your hands flying over your mouth. "He sees me as his mom?" you whisper.
Toji chuckles, ducking down to you with his hand still gripping the door. "Of course he does. He's always adored you. Him and Tsumiki."
"I'm gonna cry."
The assassin chuckles softly, pressing his thumb to the corner of your eye gently. "You're already cryin.'"
"Shut up," you sniff. "God, I love those kids so much. I just wanna give him all the hugs in the world."
"And you'll be able to. There isn't a better woman on this planet to be there for the kids," he kisses your cheek. "That's why I plan t'marry you someday."
"Fuck you, Toj. You're gonna make me cry even more."
"Sorry, baby. Can't help talkin' about it," he leans back to the doorway. "Let me get the kid squared away and make sure he's not dyin' of embarrassment, then I'll be back to talk to ya about makin' this official."
"You're being for real?"
"Of course I am."
You lower your hands and beam. "Tell Megumi I love him and get back here soon."
"I will," he hums. "But I thought you said no speeding?"
"Just- make sure the two of you at least get to the school in one peace."
He smirks. "Will do, doll."
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Wild Child
summary: after being sent away to boarding school for being a wild child you're finally back and celebrating your return in the only way you see fit.
smut: pool party, ragers, drug use (alcohol, vapes n weed), size kink, Rafe is cocky, mentions of old flings, manhandling, hot tubs, they do it on her parents' bed, rough sex, step-mom slander, reader is such a flirt n a tease, curvy reader, dom! rafe, bratty! reader, skinny dipping, mentions of body shots, choking, spanking (like once).
The morning sun was ascending high into the sky when you finally managed to get yourself out of your king-sized bed, fit for someone of your status and your parents' financial standing.
Your socked feet took padded steps towards your window where you overlooked the hills of figure eight. This was the first time you'd looked out your bedroom window in years. With a deep inhale a soft smile etched its way across your lips. You were finally home, and you had the house all to yourself. Or so you thought.
Your ears pick up on muffled indistinct chatter that managed to travel from the kitchen, down the halls up the elaborate staircase and into your room. Quickly, you headed for the source of the voices and were disappointed to see your dad and his wife plaything, Maria, conversing over coffee at the kitchen island.
"I thought you said the Jet leaves at dawn? What are you guys still doing here?" You try not to sound too curious, arms crossing naturally with your inquiry. With a clearing of his throat, your dad speaks up, "You only just came back two nights ago. Maria and I just don't think it's the right time to leave you alone for the weekend."
You scoff, "Why? You still don't trust me after what happened last time? Get over it, I'm twenty-one now, you can trust me." As you walked over to the fridge for a glass of water, you heard a muted exchange of ideas behind you.
"You can't expect us to forget about all the damage you caused. We still haven't found anyone to repair my crystal vases." You take a long sip, trying to swallow your toxic thoughts with the water.
She thinks she can just waltz up and down the house with that huge ring on her finger and think that her opinion carries any value to you.
You took a deep breath and plastered on a fake smile, pitching your voice to become as sweet as honey.
"I can never apologize enough for what I did back then, but how will I ever earn your trust if you don't give me the chance." Your doe eyes land on your father, specifically his weakened composure.
You're about to break him, you can see it.
He exhales, all the air escaping through his nostrils.
Broken.
He glances down at his watch, "Fine, but if you throw another party so help me god Y/n you'll never see grass again." You play it cool, thanking him with a simple hug and completely disregarding Maria before you make your way back upstairs.
It's as though a weight had been lifted off your chest. You needed them out of the house, you'd been planning this party since you got back and made sure all the guests knew to keep it on the down low, just until they were gone.
The hours fly by, and you hardly keep track of time as you and some of your long-time friends set up the house for the party that you shouldn't be hosting, but you're Y/n Sinclair. Parties are your thing.
"Macy, you let the people in, kay? I'm gonna go get changed." The sun was beginning to set and the music was already blasting, vibrating over the marble floors of the house. Every lyric was punctuated with a shaking of the speakers that could be felt even outside.
The neighbours hated to see you coming.
You know your dad's jet was en route to Fiji and he wouldn't be able to reach you until he landed which wasn't for another six hours at minimum but by then the damage will be long done and far too late to stop.
You make your way up the stairs, the bass thumping through the house and vibrating beneath your feet. As you step into your room, your reflection catches your eye, excitement sparking in your gaze.
With a quick flick of your wrist, you reach for the strappy black and red two-piece, slipping it on, the cool fabric hugging every curve just right. Each strap crisscrosses elegantly, bold yet balanced, making you smile at how perfectly it all came together.
Next, you grab the sheer cover-up, wrapping it loosely around your waist so it drapes with a hint of movement, a playful edge that sways with you. You run your fingers through your curls, scrunching them gently to bring out their bounce, each coil framing your face in soft waves. Reaching for your lip gloss, you swipe it carefully over your lips, catching the light with a glossy shine.
One last look, and youâre ready, your heart beating in rhythm with the music below. The speakers are already blaring, the energy practically calling you back down. You step out with a final tousle of your curls, ready to join the night.
The energy crackles through the backyard as you make your way to the top of the outdoor staircase. The sun has slipped beneath the horizon, casting a dusky glow over the massive pool below, illuminated by floating lights that shimmer across the water.
The bar is buzzing with people grabbing drinks, and in the corner, the foam pit is already filling up, laughter and splashes mixing with the heavy beat of the music.
A neon sign hangs across from the bar, glowing boldly against the evening sky: The Queen of Kildare is Back. You grin, amused at the sight of it knowing it was 100% Macy's doing, and take a step down. Conversations hush, replaced by the roaring blast of excitement as heads turn your way. Hundreds of people, from familiar faces to those you only vaguely recognize from your past in Figure Eight, pause and look up, anticipation brimming in their eyes.
As you descend, your cover-up billows behind you, revealing the bold lines of your black and red two-piece. The crowdâs reaction is instant, erupting into cheers, whistles, and applause that echo across the yard.
"Y/n! Y/n! Y/n" They chant and you laugh. Every step closer to the party, you feel the atmosphere thicken, charged with that infectious blend of excitement and admiration. By the time you reach the bottom, someoneâs already handing you a drink, while friends rush over to pull you in for hugs and greetings, their voices nearly drowned out by the music and shouts.
"Y/n Sinclair, s'Been a while."
There's a voice all too familiar addressing you from behind, prompting you to pivot to come face to face with a much taller Rafe than your brain could recall.
"Rafe Cameron. Long time no see." He goes in for the hug, your arms reaching over his broadened shoulders while his longer ones wrap around your waist before pulling back. He not so subtly checked you out, his tongue darting out over his lips briefly as he took you in and you did the same.
The buzzed hair sharpens his features, you think. Making his eyes seem darker, more intense, as they focus on you. His open linen shirt falls loosely over his frame, giving glimpses of his toned chest and the subtle gleam of a thin chain resting against his skin.
The shirt flutters with the breeze, barely hanging on his shoulders, hinting at the strong lines of his arms and drawing your eyes down to his relaxed, dark swim trunks.
Heâs saying something, leaning slightly toward you, and his voice cuts smoothly through the bass of the party. Your eyes wander back up to his face, catching the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as if he knows heâs caught your attention.
"You look good, too good. How long's it been?" It's hard for you to think with the heat of his gaze on you, but you don't falter, never surrendering to this never-ending game between the two of you.
"About 3 years." He hums, the way he looks at you, casual yet purposeful, makes your pulse quicken, and suddenly, every sound around you fades, leaving only the warmth of his presence and the way he looks right at you, but you remind yourself to focus.
Rafe looks around the scene, eyes lingering over the wet t-shirt contest and then the game of chicken being held in the pool while others lounged on the various floaties or indulged in ungodly amounts of alcohol at the bar. As he does so, the pungent scent of weed drafts across your nostrils.
"Your old man know you're hostin' tonight?" You had to laugh, "Oh please, like he would ever let me have any kind of fun while he's in town. He and the skank are in Fiji."
The slight smirk that etches over his perfect lips taunts you. "So the house is yours?" He leans in, a little closer, closing the gap between you. "Until he comes back and banishes me again," You place a confident hand against his chest, pushing him away, "But for now, I'm here to party, and you should be too."
With that said you walk away from him, letting your hips sway with seduction radiating with each step. Rafe lets his thumb and fingers stroke over his jaw, feeling the weight of the pressure you'd just applied.
God, it was good to have you back.
The party raged on, slowly approaching its peak, body shots were going on at the bar, girls were doing lines in the bathrooms and the guys had insisted on a drunk game of volleyball in the pool.
Rafe took a break from the events of the party and watched from the sidelines on the couch, taking another hit of the vape that someone had passed to him, he's not sure he can remember who, and it wasn't relevant anyway.
The only person he had his sights set on is you. Watching you have the time of your life with your friends on the platform in the middle of the pool. Your little group, clearly intoxicated danced carefree while you'd begun to put your hands on the ground and throw your ass in circles.
Rafe choked, sitting up, some smoke coming through his nostrils at the interrupted airflow. He leaves his shirt behind on the couch with the abandoned vape, just as he heads for the pool topped hands him a beer which Rafe accepts before he gets in.
Maintaining a straight face as his body acclimatizes to the cool water he's almost immediately swarmed and roped into a round of whatever the current pool game was.
His icy gaze looks up to the center of the pool where you once were but are now nowhere to be found. "Looking for someone?" Your voice was mocking and he was grinning before he even turned around.
"I am actually." With little ripples in the water, he steps towards you maintaining a respectful distance that was driving you insane. "I was looking for someone to join me at the bar," He puts on a convincing facade but you roll your eyes, feigning innocence.
"Let me know if you find her," He slowly steps towards you and step back, "Don't play dumb with me, Y/n." Your plush lips form a gut-wrenching pout, "What do you mean?" Another step forward, another one back. The cycle repeats itself until he has you backed up against the edge of the pool.
Rafeâs hands find your waist, and before you can react, heâs lifting you effortlessly, placing you on the edge of the pool. You're reeling at the slutty display of his sheer strength.
Your legs dangle, brushing against his chest, and he steps closer, slotting himself right between them. His hands rest on either side of you, his arms framing you in as he looks up with that sly grin, every bit as teasing as you are.
âAlways out here playin' games, arenât you?â he murmurs, his voice low, a quiet rasp just for you. âGotta say, I respect itâalways sticking it to your old man, doing your own thing.â He leans in, his gaze drifting down to your lips before meeting your eyes again. âNot many people around here have the guts for that.â
You scoff lightly, though your heart skips as his gaze lingers on you, intense and challenging. âOh, please,â you tease, rolling your eyes. âSince when do you care about any of this?â
A quiet laugh slips from him as his fingers trace slow, deliberate circles along your thigh. âYou think I havenât been paying attention to you all these years?â he murmurs, leaning closer, his breath warm against your neck.
âYou mightâve been gone a while, but don't think I forgot all those nights we had our fun.â His words hang heavy between you as he pulls back slightly. Now his hand rests on your waist, his voice dropping lower.
He tilts his head, studying you with that familiar glint of mischief. âNow that you're back, I think we should relive some of our traditions, for old time's sake,â he says, leaning in until his lips brush against your jaw, light and teasing, close enough to make your pulse race. He pauses, his thumb skimming your cheek, his lips hovering just above yours, waiting. âBut donât act like you donât want this as much as I do.â
Before you can snap back, his mouth claims yours, the kiss charged with all the years of pent-up tension and that all-too-familiar heat. His hands slide up to cradle your face as you wrap your legs around him, pulling him even closer. The kiss deepens, and when he finally pulls back just enough to catch his breath, he watches you with a smug, knowing grin.
âThere it is,â he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against your lips, his thumb tracing your jaw as if memorizing every inch. âThat look you get right before we make a mess of things. I knew itâyou missed this just as much as I did.â
If only someone could recount how the two of found yourselves stumbling up the stairs towards your room, your soaked sheer cover-up left forgotten somewhere in the house after Rafe pulled it off of your frame.
"Shit-- Rafe," your teeth dug into the flesh of your bottom lip as you reached to open your bedroom door, horrified to see two other people had monopolized it. They hadn't even noticed the door was opened so you quickly closed it.
"What the fuck, I thought everyone knew my room was off limits." With a quick scan, you noticed items were hanging off almost all the guest rooms in the hall letting others know the room was occupied.
"Shit, there's nowhere else to go in here?" You think quickly on your feet before rushing off to get something before returning with a key in your grip.
Rafe pulls you close with a smirk as you clutch the key to your fatherâs room, the gleam in your eyes daring him to follow. âBreaking all the rules tonight, arenât we?â he murmurs, his voice low and thick with approval. His hand slips around your waist as you unlock the door, both of you glancing down the hall to be sure no oneâs watching.
You twist the handle and push open the door, and his hand slides down to squeeze your hip, pulling you against him. âI knew there was a reason I liked you,â he whispers against your ear, his lips grazing your skin, sending a thrill down your spine.
Once inside, you barely have a chance to lock the door before he has you pressed up against it. His lips are on yours, urgent and fierce, his hands roaming over your body with possessive ease. âDo you have any idea what you do to me?â he breathes between kisses, his fingers tracing the bare skin of your waist as he lifts your top, letting it fall to the floor. âThought Iâd forgotten?â you tease.
Rafe just about growls, dipping down to kiss along your collarbone, his hands sliding lower as he backs you towards the bed. His fingers hook under the waistband of your bottoms, tugging them down with a smirk that sends heat rushing through you.
Your heart races as you feel the cool, forbidden sheets beneath you, the thrill of defying every rule and having Rafe look at you like youâre the only thing heâs ever wanted. His hands slide up your thighs, lips trailing down your neck as he leans over you. âYou know,â he murmurs, voice heavy with desire as he takes in the sight of you sprawled out before him, âI always knew you were trouble. Guess thatâs why I canât stay away.â
With a smirk, he leans in, his lips brushing over yours as his hands explore, both of you savouring the thrill of being tangled up in each other once again.
"Look at these perfect fuckin' tits." He curses, big hands cupping your breasts, kneading them and rolling your nipples between his index and thumb. Your back arches slightly with a gasp, chest pressing up into him and he laughs.
"Still so sensitive here, angel? Some things never change." He reminisces and you roll your eyes, "Fuck off, Rafe." With the blink of an eye, his much larger frame was caging you in from above, his bulging biceps giving him an erotic juxtaposition in comparison to your head.
Balancing himself on one arm he slinks his palm around the expanse of your throat with a weighted pressure. "Been gone so long you forgot your manners? Mm? That's fine, I'll be sure to fuck some sense back into you."
Your eyes flutter shut at his filthy words as you feel his hand move and begin to work you between your legs. "Your pussy's fuckin' soaked--shit." He hisses, gaze hungry and his body acts on his thoughts faster than you can register.
A particularly loud moan slips from you as you feel his tongue skillfully lap over your folds, splitting you open as the warmth of his tongue protrudes into your core. "Yes, fuck! Please, don't stop Rafe." You moan, one hand reaching down to hold him by the hair and it hits you that he'd shaved it all off.
You let out a frustrated gruff, both hands fisting the sheets while you're forced to feel the vibrations of his sick laugh running through you at your dramatics. Even the tip of his nose had been covered in your slick, your juices running down his chin as he ate you out like a man starved.
He wouldn't be surprised if they could hear you from outside, but he knows everyone is far too high, too drunk or both to hear you. It wasn't long before your legs were beginning to shake and came with his name falling from your lips over and over like a prayer.
Taking deep breaths to recover from debatedly the best orgasm you've ever experienced, Rafe walked over to the far wall, out of sight, doing something you couldn't see before returning.
Without speaking he scoops you up into his arms, bridal style, another shameless display of his strength but it would be a lie to say it didn't drive you crazy. "What-what are you doing?" Your questions are ignored until he approaches the bubbling hot tub.
A wicked smirk curls across his lips as he eases you onto your feet in the warm water, his hands lingering on your waist, keeping you close. He gazes at you with that knowing glint, the steam rising around you both.
âFeels nice, doesnât it?â he murmurs, his eyes trailing down your figure, unapologetic. His fingers skim over your sides, sending a shiver through you thatâs from anything but the water.
âAre you really just gonna stand there?â you call, feeling the thrill of his attention but wanting to turn the tables, your voice laced with playful challenge.
âOh, donât worry,â he chuckles, unfastening his swim trunks and letting them fall to the side with a carefree grin. âI plan on joining you,â he says, slipping into the water and closing the distance between you two with smooth, unhurried steps. You take a hard swallow at his size, you don't remember him being this big.
He was going to destroy you.
You raise an eyebrow, matching his smirk. âPretty bold of you, Rafe,â you say, your voice teasing as he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. âJust like old times, hmm?â
âBetter than old times,â he murmurs, dipping his head so his lips graze your ear, his voice a low rumble. âBecause now, nothing is stopping us.â He punctuates his sentence by pressing his body up against your back, elevating you a bit so your torso leans over the edge of the tub, granting him easy access to you.
"Fuck, can't believe your ass got even more fucking perfect since last time." His hand raises and comes back down with a loud spank that pulls a sinful moan from your throat. "Rafe, stop teasing." You whine, arching your back and pressing back against him.
His composure already weekend, he decided to let you get away with it this time before he lined up the swollen head of his thick cock with your entrance, "Better grab onto something." That's the last thing you hear before you're being impaled on his dick, your upper half immediately falls forward, and he stills, giving you a second.
You're breathless, it feels like his cock was taking up all the room in your lungs. Some water had splashed over the ledge but that was the least of your worries. Your mind was hazy and focused on Rafe's grunts that escaped him with every snap of his hips.
"Wish you could see how hot you look right now. The Sinclair wild child knows how to take big dick like a champ." His words run straight through you like electricity, fanning the flames of the burning heat that was beginning to form in your belly.
"Shit--This pussy was fuckin' made for me, y'know that?" You moan at his possessive statement. You can only nod, your body had gone limp long ago as he drilled into you. "R-rafe! I'm-" As if you weren't close enough, his fingers begin to rub over your clit aggressively and you jolt with a shriek.
"Oh- fuck, don't stop! Fuck! I'm gonna cum! Please, Rafe." You beg, over and over, arms hanging onto the edge of the tub for dear life as more water splashes around you.
"Wait for me, hold it until I say you can come." You're chewing your lip raw, desperately trying to hold yourself back as he wrecks you from the inside out, his moans getting more frequent, a little more airy and breathless as he tumbled toward his edge of pleasure.
"Cum with me, Angel." Your body spasms as you finish together and he leans his weight against your back, his laboured breathing fanning your ear as you come down from your high.
"Not bad, princess." You couldn't respond and Rafe took note of this, carefully holding you up with one final smug remark, "Hope I didn't wear out the queen of Kildare."
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robin has to move when her mom marries wayne munson. itâs not that bad, her new stepbrother, eddie, is pretty cool and has decent taste in music. they actually have a lot in common. but the new school doesnât have a gymnastics team like her old school did, so now she has no choice but to join the cheerleading squad if she doesnât want to lose her mind here in a sea of endless blondes with their dadâs credit cards.
she thinks the cheer teamâs captain is gonna be the worst of them all. sheâs only been here two days and already sheâs heard the rumors about âstevieâ and who sheâs fucked and who she hasnât and what parties she threw over the summer. robinâs rolling her eyes all the way to the gym for tryouts.
so imagine her surprise when stevie actually turns out to be steve, whoâs honestly not so bad. he asks her to do a full routine and when she does it without breaking a sweat, steve smiles at the pretty blonde sitting next to him behind the folding table before saying âwelcome to the team.â the blonde sitting next to him is also smiling, totally ignoring the other two teammates sitting behind the table who are clearly upset with steveâs choice. but all it takes for them to shut the hell up is steve holding up his palm, effectively silencing them. they cross their arms and say nothing else.
steve and the blondeâchrissyâseem to be working as a team⌠co-captains, even. they run their practices like boot camp and honestly? itâs a lot more serious and demanding than robin could have thought. they practice together constantly, watch training videos, and even start having sleepovers. robin doesnât miss the weird stuff happening between steve and her idiot step brother, who canât help but show off every time he sees that steve is over. but robins a little preoccupied with trying to figure out if chrissy likes girls or not.
until steve comes to robins doorstep, crying, talking about his college girlfriend, nancy, who dumped him because he wasnât âseriousâ or âstudiousâ enough. and robinâs not the greatest with feelings or comfort or words so all she can do is wrap steve in a blanket and cuddle him on the couch. she gets up to fix them a snack and when she comes back, eddieâs snuck into the living room and taken her place on the couch and steve is laughing for the first time all night. she gives them half an hour, camping out in the kitchen, before she walks in on them and interrupts their first kiss. eddieâs got a shit eating grin on his face and steveâs blushing so red robin thinks if she got a little closer sheâd be able to feel the heat radiating from his cheeks.
the three of them spend friday night and all day saturday watching movies together. theyâve just ordered pizza when steve turns to robin and asks her if sheâs ever gonna make a move on chrissy cause chrissy hasnât stopped talking about robin since tryouts at the beginning of the year. robin grins and goes to invite chrissy over for their second movie night in a row.
then they go to nationals or whatever and win their competition and robin and chrissy get to kiss for real with the trophy in their hands. when they head back to the locker room with steve, they run into eddie with a bunch of tulipsâsteveâs favorite flowersâin his hands⌠and robin rolls her eyes at the gooey look in steveâs eyes. robin and chrissy, holding hands, leave the two boys to do whatever it is two boys do after a cheer competition.
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Brothers bestfriend! Chris + needy! Nateâs lil sis
prompt: Nate ( ur older brother ) wants to go out for a bit with some of his other friends and he doesnât trust you enough to stay home by urself without mom and dad since they wonât be there either. So he asks one of his best friend Chris to stay over and watch you, Matt and nick know ur crush on Chris so they pretend they canât come.
Part 01
contains: masturbation ( no actual sex ), use of y/n ( sorry I have to ) dirty fantasies ( pet names, rough! Chris, dirty talk, degrading, forced head etc just beyond FILTHLY imagination ), use of vibrator on reader, caught by Chris, FORESHADOWING, fantasy will be like this
Nate are you serious Iâm not 12! I whine when said he was gonna find a baby sitter for me knowing how much it pisses me off
Iâm Nate doeâs little sister Iâm 18, weâve Been close to his bestfriends the sturniolo triplets. So obviously him being my brother naturally I got to know them.
Nick
I clicked with him superrr fast, I love his energy and when I found out he was gay that just made it all the better because Iâve always wanted a gay bestfriend, and we always have sleepovers :)
Matt
Mattâs absolutely adorable I love him he always helps me calm down whenever Iâm about to or am having a panic attack, I remember one time during a test I forgot everything and almost had one and he slid me the answers. Love that kid
now thereâs a reason I saved Chris for last,
Chris
chris and I know each other just as well if not even more then I do his other two brothers, we havenât done anything unfortunately. Iâve had a crush on him since middle school.
First I just wanted to kiss him and hold his hand.
Then go to his house and do some more.
Then now, as an 18 year old I wanted him to fuck my Brains out.
Iâm around him all the time since we all live in LA and always hanging out, I always see him shirtless and fucking hell it turns me on, I always get lucky since nick and matt found of my attraction to his brother they always snap me or text me pictures of him.
What sucks is I cant have him. It would take my life 1000 times over for me to be able to fuck chris sturniolo, and it sucks because my brother nate does not play that shit.
He strictly said "your not allowed to date any of them" obviously referring to matt and Chris.
Which also doesn't help because my wants and desires a hormonal teenage-adult girl only grow more whenever he comes around, chris is always there.
Now today, nate had to run some errands and nick matt and chris used to watch me when I was younger if my parents couldn't
Buttt, nick and matt "could not come due to personal issues" so. Your guess is right, im gonna be alone with chris for hours.
That thought alone made me soak in my p-
âY/n! are you listening to me kid?â My older brother chuckles leaning against my doorway of my room as im on my bed watching "The Vampire Diaries".
âHuh? oh yeah im listening matt and nick cant come so chris is because im fucking 11.â I roll my eyes hiding my excitement from him watching me.
âDon't think of any weird shit alright? He's just watching you so don't-â
âUgh is he here yet? You're annoying me already.â I groan shifting in my sheets and taking a sip from my celsius hearin our door open, they have a key.
âWelp thats chris.â Nate says tilting his head for me to get up.
I get up from the sheets wearing some pink sleep shorts and a white t-shirt and he raises an eyebrow.
âYour wearing THAT? around chris?â Nate chuckles and I flip him off.
âHey! I heard that!.â Chris yells coming up the stairs sounding offended.
He's now at the top of the steps. oh my fuck he looks so good.
Its around 6ish in LA right now and hes wearing a black tank top and grey fresh love sweats, slight stubble and his hair was a bit messy which I always liked and my eyes immediately drifted to his natural bulge in his pants as him and Nate were talking.
âJust make sure she doesnât get into any trouble.â Nate puts his arm around me giving me a hug and Chris chuckles.
âDonât worry bro sheâs safe with me.â He says before dapping him up as Nate leaves the house. yeah safer if you were balls deep inside
Oh god Chris sh-shit so-d-deep inside me
Yeah? You feel me deep inside you baby?
bro sheâs like zoning out today. Nate chuckled and I snap out of it
Whatever no I wasnât! Just go!
Soon after it was just me and Chris so we made our way down to the living room
âWhere are ur other two clones?â I chuckle getting situated on the couch before turning on a movie saltburn
âthey have âpersonal issuesâ.â He said rolling his eyes causing a small laugh to fall from my lips.
âSo itâs just you and me little one.â A smirk curving on his lips, just enough for my panties to be soaked.
Shut up Chris Iâm 18.I mutter trying to watch the movie in peace and he chuckles
the movie went on and it was now, the bathtub scene where jacob elordi ( Felix ) is jerking off.
I peer over to Chris whose eyes are clearly fixated on the screen as my squeeze my thighs together under the blanket feeling all my hormonal thoughts leaking through my panties.
This had nothing to do with the movie, itâs the thought for Chris doing that to himself that had turned me on most. The tension so thick a knife couldnât even cut through.
âUhm I-i gotta go to the bathroomâ. I nearly choke and I fix my shorts placing the blanket down where I was sitting.
âDonât take to long Iâll miss you.â He chuckles and that didnât help.
I go to my room and close the door squeezing my eyes shut.
I had maybe 5 minutes to relieve myself.
I quickly reach into my drawer grabbing my vibrating dildo and the remote for it.
I pull down my shorts and panties and spread my legs letting the tip of the toy get coated in my wetness and I bite my lip slightly feeling the thickness of it.
I turned it on letting out a soft moan slowly inserting it, wishing this was Chrisâs dick instead.
I began thrusting the toy in and out of my pussy letting the squelching sounds of arousal grow letting it drip down curling my toes throwing my head on the pillows allowing my mind to drift
I was in Chrisâs/my room my head smushed in the pillows as his cock rammed inside me whilst I was on my stomach. His hips slamming against my ass and his hand wrapped around my lower stomach as I cried out his name
Fuck fuckk so d-deep- I whimper into the pillows as he was bringing me to my 4th orgasm, we had switched numerous positions and my legs were quivering in front of him as he laid a hard snack to my ass chucking behind me.
such a fucking slut letting me fuck you like this, imagine if ur brother found out his little sister was getting her pussy pounded by his bestfriend. He laid another harsh smack to my ass and I jolted forward.
stretched this pussy out so good- he groans rubbing my clit to chase both our orgasms.
ngh- o-oh shit- fuck- I gripped the sheets tightly curses of Chrisâs name flew out my mouth feeling my eyes water from the angle of his hips thrusting allowing his thick cock to hit every single spot inside me
come on sweetheart cum for me, you have another one in you yeah? He grunted lowly in my ear kissing me sloppily as a string of Saliva parts from our lips each time we kiss moaning into each others mouths.
âOh fuck Chris I-â I curl my toes and yell loudly as Iâm about to release on the toy before I look up and see Chris. Was. Watching me.
âWere you playing with yourself?â Chris leans on the doorway of my room his eyes darting to between ny legs as I was thrusting the toy in and out of me and I quickly covered up my cheeks flush with embarrassment.
âUhmâŚmaybe. Sorry I-Iâll be down in a second-â
Maybe I can help. Chris says closing the door to my room approaching my bed
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TW: Lactation, suggestive content, groping
Wow. For this summer, instead of spending time with your friends or having fun, your parents forced you to help at your grandparents barn.
You had already planned to make this summer the most memorable and enjoyable moments of your life, only to be shattered by your parents threatening to cut off your allowance if you don't help out.
Well you weren't even sure you could make this summer that good because of your budget. You tried to save up for this moment!
Well maybe next summer.
Your allowance was a big part in helping you pay your rent, because you literally cannot support yourself with small part-time jobs.
But they even promised a paycheck, so you had no choice, really.
âšâšâš
You knock on their door, after a few moments your grandma opens the door, greeting you sweetly.
"Oh dear, come in! I'm so glad you were able to come. Haha, we've been understaffed here so you helping is so thoughtful! " she says, as she leads you to the living room.
"It's alright, ma. I'm glad I could at least help. " even though you were lowkey doing this because your mother was paying you.
"Hahaha! Your old man is alseep right now. He's pretty tired, today."
She gestures you to put your things on the couch, you do as told as you sit down. The couch was comfy, despite being worn out it's still in good condition.
The room was colorful, filled with pictures and other vintage things. Mostly broken.
You wait as your grandma gestures you to come into a room.
"Here! The room your mom used to have. Unpack all your things and take a rest, baby. "
"Alright." You smile at her as she closes the door. You quickly open up your stuff and unpack all your things.
You shove your clothes in the old wardrobe and place your other stuff on the stand near the bed.
Wow, the room looked so old. You sigh as you lay on the bed, taking off your shoes.
Your gonna be here for a good 3 weeks. Hahh, you really wished there was something interesting to do, didn't you?
Sadly, there's no internet or signal here, so it's gonna limit your entertainment. Plus, you don't really know people here, since the ones you used to know nearby moved out.
You decided to take a little nap before anything, after all the travel was pretty tiring.
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You woke up in cold sweat, you hear knocks on your door as you sloppily get up and open the door.
Woah.
There stood a tall man, no matter your height he looks real tall. There stands a moreno with a buff looking body and.... The most plump chest you've ever layed your eyes on.
"Um.... Your grandma told me to grab go grab you for dinner. " he shifts uncomfortably at your weird gaze. Maybe you weren't tall enough because you didn't even held eye contact with him.
You were looking at his chest with a tight shirt, wow I hope the buttons would rip off.
You give yourself a little pinch to get back on your senses.
"Oh yeah... You are? " you say, awkwardly as you look away from him.
"Um... I'm Isagani. "
"Oh ahahha, I see. Alright can you please move?"
He flinches as he walks farther away from you, so you could walk towards the dinning room.
He walks in front of you, giving you a mouth-watering view of his ass.
DAMN.
I bet it's jiggly. (đ)
As the both of you reach the dining room, your granddad approaches Isagani and puts his hand on his shoulder.
"Isagani, this is my lil' grandkid. Take care of 'em alright? "
"Oh! Yeah of course, pa. " he awkwardly smiles. You grin in embarrassment. Wow this feels so awkard. Your grandma walks into the room, with a tray of your favorite food.
Your eyes light up, you quickly sit down and get ready to eat. Isagani sits next to your granddad while your grandma sits next to you.
"Dig in, of course I had to make your favorite for today! " your grandma says, smiling proudly.
"Thanks a lot, ma. I'm sure I'll enjoy it here. You smile as you ate.
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As soon as you finished your meal, you went to the bathroom and took a warm bath. It felt so calming, maybe your stay wouldn't be so bad.
Especially with such fine looking specimen being here. You laugh to yourself at the thought. You were already enjoying this.
You hop off the bath and walk towards your room. You remove the towel as you start wearing your undergarments.
When suddenly, the door opens.
"Did you get your-" you quickly look at him. Isagani is wide eyed at the sight he saw. Before you could speak, he quickly closes the door and speaks up. "I'm so sorry! I didn't know!! " he says sounding nervous as you could hear him run off.
You couldn't even get a singular word in. But to be perfectly honest, you don't really give a fuck if they were hot enough.
I'm definitely gonna tease him with this.
Those were your thoughts as you fell asleep.
By the next morning as SOON as you ate your breakfast, you were ordered to milk some cows, with the help of Isagani.
He wouldn't even look at you, while he talked.
"So first of all... "
"Hey."
"Yeah? "
You pull his chin to make him face you, making his face go red. "U-um... Uh... "
"You act like that as if you haven't seen me nude." His eyes widen at your words, he could feel himself get more flustered with how you said it.
"It's not like that! I swear! I'm not interested in high-schoolers, I'm like 27! "
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"I'm not a high-schooler. I'm 25." He looks at you, surprised. "Really.... You look like, 20."
"20 year olds aren't high Schoolers. They're also in collage. "
"They are? "
"Yeah never mind. " this conversation was going nowhere. Wahh, you really can't focus when you look at that chest, he's even sweating, making his chest puff up and down at how hot it is.
You had a devious thought, as you suddenly pull him to you. "Hey... You wanna feel good real quick? "
"W-what..? " you smile at his Innocence. "Wanna make out? Well not here, somewhere hidden. "
He quickly gives distance to you as he waves his hands. "We can't! Grands are gonna find us! "
You sigh, "not unless we get caught, c'mon, it's my revenge after you saw me all vulnerable. "
He hesitated, but his eyes shows that he was tempted to. In the end, he ended up following you to the back of the barn. You push him against the wall.
He whines at the sudden impact, as he pathetically looks up at you. "Your so cute.. " Your words make him go red, as he touches his face and think deeply about your comment, you give him a sudden kiss, you make him look up to face you by grabbing on his hair.
You grope his chest, making him squirm. You pull away as you quickly pull off his shirt. "H-hahhh..." He gasps for air at how rough your treating him.
Meanwhile, you were absolutely dazed. His tits are such a cute color of pink, you immediately go ahead and squeeze it, while your mouth bites on his bud.
"He screams out a moan, trying to keep himself quite by covering his mouth with his hand.
"Shut the fuck up, slut. " you wince, as you continue to bite and grop his chest. You lick on it, earning a few moans from him.
You kept lapping until suddenly, you could feel a substance on your mouth. You pull away to see both his buds, leaking with white liquid.
Hot damn. He even lactates? How's that possible and that's so fucking hot.
"I wanna eat you out. "
You say before suckling on his sweet tasty bud. "Ahh..! F-feels weird... Nghh.... " he attempts to quite down his moans, as he could feel his pants get tighter.
You rub on his clothed shaft, earning moans from him. You twist his little buds, milk coming out of it endlessly. You lick it up as you continue lapping his tits.
"I feel.... Ahh!! Something..gonna come.. A-ahh.. ". Is he gonna come? That so cute. With his tits? You couldn't help but go faster and faster as his moans get more frequent.
"S-something.... Ahhh... Ngh....!! " You watch as he cries out, a wet spot visibly on his crotch.
"Wow, you came with your tits like a whore. ". You grin at him. As you give him a little kiss on the cheek.
He whines as he wipes his tears. "What.... Now? " let's get you cleaned up alright? We don't wanna get caught. Le's go. " I help him up as I sneakily lead him to the river so he could wash up a bit at least.
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daddyâs girl
dad!drew starkey x mom!reader, kinda trash but obviously i had too cus im in love with the video of drew and his niece oh my gosh <33
it was a peaceful morning. the sun was shining, the weather was warm, and it was a perfect day for a family date.
looking at the clock, you saw it was 8 am. you were a little surprised aaliyah hadnât woken up yet, but she just started sleeping through the night. and you definitely werenât complaining at all.
you sat up in bed while drew was still knocked out. he was still on go all night just in case she started crying in the middle of the night, so he was reasonably tired.
letting him sleep for a little bit, you got up to check on your baby. you made sure to keep your steps quiet, just so you didnât wake drew up or potentially wake aaliyah up either.
opening the door to her nursery, a wide awake baby looked at you as you walked in.
you smiled at the position of her on her back, holding her feet. âis that my liyah girl up?â
she flashed you her infamous gummy smile. she loved to smile at anyone and everyone, and you just always had to thank god for your happy baby.
she kicked her legs around, more than excited to see her mommy in the morning again. picking her up from her crib, you smothered her in kisses. âmy pretty girl, weâre gonna have such a fun day!â
you played with her a little more in your arms before you decided it was time to get yourselves ready for the day. walking into the bathroom, you brushed your teeth while you made sure she had one of her teething rings.
the wailing wasnât happening now, but it would definitely happen later. better safe than sorry.
she was so calm and bubbly as you did your morning routine, it was perfect. she was really the definition of a âtrick babyâ.
you were almost done when drew walked in, clearly just woke up from bed not even a minute ago.
âgood morning sleepyhead.â you grinned at him through the mirror.
he rubbed his eyes âgâmorning,â
hugging you from behind, he gave you a kiss on the cheek then your lip. he reached over to aaliyah to rub her head comfortingly.
âthis big girl slept throughout the whole night huh? didnât she?â he started cooing at her, but that eventually turned into all of his attention. if there was someone that could âstealâ your man, itâd be no one except his other princess.
he tickled her a little bit which made her start giggling, then gave her her morning kisses. a sight that would never get old to you.
âbest sleep of my life,â you said while styling your hair, and it made him laugh.
âand you deserve it,â he said while wrapping an arm around your waist. âcarried her for so long, sâthe least i can do baby.â
you smiled at his words, âwell sheâs sleeping finally, so that means we can both start too.â
âand the stuff we used to be able to do almost every night,â he says into your ear, mainly so that liyah wonât hear.
giggling at his words and shaking your head, you finished with your hair. âitâs too early for you. this is the reason why sheâs here in the first place.â
while cleaning your space up, he carries aaliyah off the counter. âyou know i want another one.â
âme too,â you respond. âwhen sheâs 2!â
he just smiles at this. he definitely doesnât have a problem with that, but it just made him laugh that you were so adamant about the specific age. âyou wanna be pregnant and dealing with terrible twos?
âyou wanna deal with a baby and terrible twos?â
he throws his head back and laughs while bouncing aaliyah. âiâll go get her ready, take your time baby.â
before walking out the bathroom he gives you a final kiss on the cheek. it feels nice being able to just have a morning to yourself after becoming a mom, but you always still cherished the mornings with liyah.
picking out your outfit, you settled on this for the fact that it was comfy enough to take aaliyah around the city as you planned.
when you were completely done getting yourself ready, you went to check on what your husband and baby were up to since it didnât take you very long to get ready.
walking into her nursery once again, you saw a completely dressed and ready to go aaliyah.
âwoww, that was quick. iâm impressed.â you praise drew.
he throws you a wink, âsuper dad.â
you giggle at his words while he hands her to you so he can get himself ready. the both of you were probably thinking about doing a brunch, so you packed liyahâs bag so you guys could leave as soon as he finished.
as drew walked out, liyah wasnât having it. she started to get fussy and start whining when he was completely out of eyesight.
because of this, you paused packing some of her things. instead, you bounced her and patted her back, âohh i know sweat pea, daddyâs just leaving the baby huh?â
although it could be a handful, you loved to see the bond she had with drew. she could be crying all night one second, but completely fine the next if she sees him right next to her.
calming down only a little, you were able to continue packing her bag. after 20 minutes of trying to keep her occupied, drew finally was done.
he takes the bag from you, âwhere we headed first, mama?â
âwell i know sheâs gonna get hungry soon and i definitely am, so letâs stop at our spot for brunch.â
before he can make another move, liyah reaches out for him and he takes her, âitâs clear who the favorite is.â
he smirks at you and all you can do was roll your eyes. it was the truth whether you liked it or not. âwhatever. letâs go.â
laughing at your sentence, he puts his hand on the small of your back as you guys walk out of the room and out of the house, him also locking the door behind you too.
itâs the way he was able to multitask and do so much, while looking soo sexy, with a baby in his arm. it did really make you wanna give him another one earlier.
you made your way to the car and so did he, putting liyah in her car seat before entering the drivers seat. you guys headed down to the cafe that you and drew considered âyour spotâ, and you guys both planned to have your kids practically grow up with this cafe. itâs where you and drew both met for the first time, and all the memories youâve made so far have been beautiful. you definitely werenât going to stop making those memories anytime soon either.
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arriving at the cafe, he grabs the baby bag and your purse while you put aaliyah in her carrier that was connected to you. eventually you would start putting her in the high chairs that the restaurants provided, but currently she was still in the phase where she needed to touch either mommy or daddy in public.
fastening the carrier, you and drew both walked in and saw familiar faces behind the counters.
âah look! itâs my favorite person and her parents!â the owner jokes.
this makes you giggle and drew roll his eyes, âgood morning to you too.â
you both find a spot and order your usuals. days like these you always appreciated. being surrounded by the people that make you happy and surrounded by peace.
drew started chatting with the owner while you chatted with his wife who also worked there. their daughter who was around your age had just had a baby herself, so there was already enough to go and chat over.
everything was going well, until of course you guys heard the whining. it was surely feeding time.
they watched you with smiles as you positioned her off your chest, but cradling her as drew handed you a bottle. as soon as you put it to her lips, she was completely calm again.
âthat is really your twin, y/n!â the woman says.
âyou think so?â you really only said this to hear her say it again, knowing how much she looked like you. you didnât just cook her up for 9 months and pop her out for her not to look like you.
âmost definitely,â she smiles.
âshe may look like me, but thatâs her true favorite right there.â you pointed at drew.
âreally?â the owner asks.
âoh for sure,â drew says as he just admires the both of you. âi always tell her, mommyâs twin but daddyâs girl.â
he makes your eyes roll for what seems like the 50th time this morning, but he just laughs and kisses your cheek.
âwhen you have a son, heâll most likely be a mamas boy.â the owner affirms.
âwell, i guess weâre just gonna have to test that theory out.â drew says as he wraps an arm around you.
and that was just your main goal in life, to expand your growing family even more with him.
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Heartless | Rafe Cameron x pogue(ish)!fem!reader (Part VII)
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, angst, fluff, smut, alcohol use, drug use, mention of abortion, takes place during season four, the usual
Summary: You were back on Kildare after two years. You were able to finish your business degree at UNC Chapel Hill in just two years after earning enough college credits in high school. But, you came back as a force to be reckoned with. You had your own very successful development company which just so happened to be Cameron Developmentâs newest competition. Two years later and youâre still finding ways to get under Rafeâs skin.
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You stepped off your familyâs private jet at the Kildare airport. The strong smell of salt and sea water hitting you like a train. The last time you were at this airport you saw your then-boyfriend, Rafe Cameron, kill Sheriff Peterkin.
Two years earlierâŚ
âWhat did you do Rafe?â You said breathlessly as you ran into the Cameron estate.
âI-I had to, baby, you saw what was happening. She was gonna get my dad.â Rafe said, pacing around. He looked crazy. You always knew there was something different about your boyfriend, but you didnât think he was capable of murder. âI-I needed to save my dad.â
That was the last time you saw him. After that, you stayed in The Cut, didnât go anywhere you knew where he would be, you stopped helping John B and JJ with the hunt for the gold, you basically became a recluse until you left for school.
Everyone had kept you up to date on their adventures. You even let them stay at your familyâs house in Barbados when they needed some place to stay.
After settling in at your momâs house, you quickly made the drive to the newly established Poguelandia.
âY/n.â Sarah cheered with a smile, running over to you. You quickly hugged her as the two of you jumped up and down, smiles plastered across your faces. It felt like suddenly you were sixteen years old again, seeing your best friend after you were in Europe for the summer.
You thought you were going to cry when you saw your brother. You left Sarahâs side and ran over to him, practically tackling him to the ground as you hugged him.
âYou know, I expected the first hug, but the second one is fine too.â JJ joked, returning your hug. His voice was like music to your ears. It broke your heart to leave him here on Kildare, but you needed to get out of here, away from everything and everyone.
âYou are never hunting for gold, ever again.â You warned, pointing your finger at him. âIâve never been so worried in my life when my mom called to tell me you were a missing person. She came and got you right? From the airport.â
âYeah, yeah.â He answered, nodding his head. âShe actually let me crash at her place for a while.â
âGood.â You smiled before walking over to John B.
âYou know when you left I was pretty certain you were never coming back.â John B said as he hugged you. âYou had me pretty worried.â
âNever say never, JB.â You returned the hug with a smile before moving over to hug Kie and Pope. âYou must be Cleo.â You smiled towards the girl who you didnât recognize but had heard plenty about.
Everyone hung out in the backyard and you told them all about your company that was quickly taking off and they told you about the business they started in the backyard.
âSo, like, do you have an assistant now?â Sarah asked, knocking her shoulder against yours.
âI do.â You answered, cringing a little. You never imagined having your own assistant, you always thought it was pretentious, but when things started piling up, you realized quickly you would need one.
When the pogues told you about what happened at the Enduro, you felt a fresh wave of anger surge through you. The type of anger you hadnât felt in a long time. The type of anger only one person has ever been able to bring out in you, Rafe Cameron.
âIâll see you guys later.â You muttered, standing up and pulling your car keys out of your jean shorts pocket.
You raced to the Cameron estate, typing in the gate code that you had had memorized since you were a kid. You quickly pulled into the driveway once the gate opened and got out of your car, slamming the door shut. You thought about just storming in there like you owned the place, but instead you took a second and knocked on the door politely. You knew that if you pounded on the door, no one would open it, probably terrified.
âY/n.â Sofia said softly when she opened the door.
âWhere is he?â You were fuming. Sofia didnât know a lot about you, but she knew when you were angry, not to try to stand in your way.
âH-Heâs upstairs in his bathroom.â She answered and you pushed past her, before running up the stairs.
You pushed open the door to his bedroom, a room you spent countless nights and hours in, but before you let yourself reminisce, you walked into his bathroom. The bathroom was steamy, Rafe obviously just got out of the shower as he wrapped a towel around his waist. He looked up at the sound of the door opening expecting Sofia, but his smile dropped when he saw you. His eyes raked over you, he thought you looked good, older, more mature. But when his eyes landed on your face, he already knew you were pissed.
âY/n.â He said cautiously.
âAre you crazy?â You walked over to him and pushed him, but Rafe barely moved. âYou couldâve killed him.â Another push. Rafe almost killing JJ wasnât the only reason you were pushing Rafe, it was like every emotion you had suppressed about Rafe was suddenly bubbling to the surface and threatening to spill over. âSeriously, do you ever think? You told me in that letter you wrote that JJ would be off limits, no matter what.â
âYou read my letter?â
âYes, I read your twenty page letter! But, that doesnât change anything, Rafe, you still almost killed my fucking brother!â
âLetâs not be overdramatic, I tapped his bike and he fell.â
âReally? You just tapped it? Is that why you both went flying?â
âOh, I see why youâre so upset, you were worried about me.â Rafe smirked down at you, crossing his arms over his chest.
âWorried about you? Please, Rafe, I havenât worried about you in two years.â You scoffed, crossing your own arms. But the truth was, you did worry about Rafe. Not about his physical well being, but his sanity. You worried about it every day since he killed Peterkin.
âRight, and thatâs why you didnât send those flowers when my dad died?â
âI-I didnât send any flowers.â You were lying straight through your teeth. Of course you sent flowers when you heard Ward had died, you wanted Rafe to know you would always be there for him without him knowing it was you.
âReally? Y/n, your signature flower was in the bouquet.â Your face faltered a little, you knew you shouldnât have put those stupid flowers in the bouquet, but you wanted to do something that showed it was you, even if Rafe didnât realize it. You never wouldâve thought he would remember what your favorite flower was.
âIâm not here to talk about what happened almost two years ago, Rafe, Iâm here to talk about yesterday.â
âWhat happened, happened, y/n, thereâs nothing you can do to change it.â
âNo, but you can apologize.â
âApologize? To a pogue?â
âLook, Iâm giving you until the end of the night to apologize and if I find out you didnât, I will ruin your life, Cameron.â
As you turned to leave, Rafe called out saying, âIâll see you later tonight, Thornton.â
That was your breaking point. The idea that Rafe would show up at your homecoming party with the help hanging off his arm pissed you off to no end. Every emotion you felt coming back here was boiling over and you picked up the closest thing to you, throwing it towards Rafeâs head. But, Rafe ducked before the glass hit his head, smashing against the wall.
With that you turned on your heel and walked out of the Cameron estate, driving just next door to start getting ready for your homecoming party.
âEverything okay?â Sofia asked Rafe, standing in the doorway to the bathroom.
âEverythingâs fine.â Rafe responded, a little snappy. âJust an old friend saying hi.â
âAn old friend? Or an old girlfriend?â
Sofia knew all about your relationship with Rafe. She would see the two of you at the club, golfing together or playing tennis, grabbing lunch or getting drinks. She saw how happy the two of you looked, until you stopped showing up one day. No more golf or tennis games, no more lunch, no more drinks before going to get dinner at an expensive restaurant. No more you.
That was when she swooped in. She attempted to put Rafe back together piece by piece, but it was like none of the pieces fit each other. Eventually, she just accepted she would never get to experience the love he had with you for herself, just happy that she had Rafe to herself for the time being. In the back of her head she knew you would come back one day, but she just kept that thought locked up, ready to deal with it when the time came. But, now the time has come and she doesnât know if sheâs ready to deal with losing Rafe.
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You walked through your childhood homeâs backyard, with a glass of champagne, saying hello to everyone you came across. This was your chance to network on Kildare, gain the clientele and investors you really wanted and needed to start building on Kildare. Your eyes darted over to a table by the house and there he stood, talking to people you had just chatted up. You excused yourself from the table you stood at and made your way over, downing your glass of champagne before putting it on a serverâs tray.
âThe woman of the hour.â An older man said with a smile, raising his glass towards you, you returned the smile with your own, followed by a quick hello.
âI hope Iâm not interrupting anything important.â You laughed politely. âI was just wondering if I could borrow Mr. Cameron here just for a moment.â You put your hand on Rafeâs bicep, looking up at him with the fakest smile you could muster.
âOf course.â The older man responded with a small nod of his head.
âThank you.â You excused the two of from the table, dropping your hand from Rafeâs arm as you walked in front of him, leading him to the porch, away from everyone so you could have a private conversation. You wouldâve gone inside, but the woman of honor could not be seen sneaking inside during her own party, much less with her ex-boyfriend.
âKeep smiling.â You started while plastering a polite, fake smile on your face. âI donât need them thinking something is wrong. What are you doing here?â
âI told you I was coming.â Rafe smirked down at you, shoving his hands in his dress pants pockets.
âI didnât think youâd actually show up.â
âIâll always show up for you.â
âWhereâs your girlfriend?â You asked, ignoring Rafeâs comment.
âI donât have a girlfriend.â
âI donât know, Rafe, I think you do and I think youâre scared to admit it because youâre scared of what people are going to say when they find out youâve been sleeping with the help.â
âSofia is not the help.â He scoffed.
âReally? Because if I remember correctly she used to make us drinks at the club all the time. I mean we would be there and she would be there, but she would be behind the bar serving everyone drinks. Or if we were playing a round of golf she would always be a cart girl, you know now that I think of it, she was always around, wherever you were at the club, she was there ready to help. Sounds like the help to me, oh and a bit stalker-ish. Also, if you could tell her to get off the balcony, sheâs dampening the mood of my party.â You pointed to Rafeâs balcony where Sofia stood, scanning the crowd for him, looking like a starved, sad puppy. You grabbed a champagne flute off of a serverâs tray and walked back out into the crowd before Rafe could say anything else.
âMs. Thornton.â A blonde woman said with a smile, stopping you in your path. You recognized her, you just couldnât place it. âHow nice to see you, welcome back to Kildare.â
âMrs. Robinson.â You greeted her with your own polite smile. âThank you, itâs so wonderful to be back, I forgot how nice everyone is.â
âYou know, I heard youâve become one of the leaders in the development business lately. I have a fantastic business opportunity for you, if you would love to hear it sometime.â
âI love business opportunities, let me give you my number.â
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âSo, did Rafe, ever like apologize to you for knocking you off your bike at the Enduro?â You asked your brother as you sat across from him on your boat. You decided everyone deserved a break from working so hard and invited them on your yacht for the day.
âNo.â JJ answered with a confused look on his face. âWhy would he ever apologize for doing something like that?â
âNo reason.â You said, looking off towards the water. âI have to make a call.â
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You were at the club playing a game of golf when one of the managers came out to talk to you.
âNice swing, Ms. Thornton.â He said with a smile, his hands behind his back.
âWhatâs up, James?â You asked, putting your 9-Iron back in your bag.
âYou asked me to come get you if Mr. Cameron showed up, heâs here.â
âThank you, James.â You smiled, pulling your gloves off as you walked inside. You walked outside the front doors to where Rafe stood with his arms crossed.
âSeriously, you had my club membership revoked?â Rafe asked.
âYou know thatâs the nice thing about my step-dad owning the country club, I can do whatever I want.â
âYou think that this is ruining my life?â Rafe chuckled, looking down at you.
âOh no, this is just the start. I mean what will everyone say when they find out Rafe Cameron, the owner of Cameron Development, got kicked out of the country club? I mean all it takes for you to become an outcast is for me to tell one person that you got kicked out for assaulting the ownerâs prized step-daughter.â
âYou wouldnât.â
âYouâre right I wonât, if you apologize.â
âYouâd be willing to ruin someoneâs life because of a race?â
âNo, Rafe, Iâm willing to ruin your life because of all the other bullshit youâve pulled with my brother and friends.â You said, glaring up at Rafe. âItâs about time someone held you accountable for your actions and if the cops wonât, then I will.â You added with a shrug. You went to walk away, but Rafe grabbed your elbow, pulling you back.
âI am not that person anymore, y/n. You canât hold that shit against me.â
âYou mean I canât hold you almost drowning Sarah, or shooting her, or the countless times you beat the shit out of Pope, against you?â
âAnd what if everyone found out about the abortion you got?â
âKeep your voice down.â You said through gritted teeth, your face a mixture of hurt and embarrassment. âYou donât get to do that. You donât get to throw that in my face. You know that was one of the hardest decisions of my life.â
When you and Rafe first started dating you had missed a couple of your birth control pills. You were so wrapped up in applying to colleges and scholarships that you thought it wouldnât hurt to miss one or two every time you turned off the alarm, saying you would take them later. But, before you knew it, you had missed a week.
Luckily, with your form of birth control you still experienced your periods, so you knew something was wrong when you missed your next period. You had chalked it up to stress, but when it didnât come the next week or the week after that, you decided to buy a couple tests. When they all came back positive, you panicked, you didnât know what to do. This wasnât part of your plan.
You thought the decision would be easy, but when the day of your appointment came and you sat in the chair as the doctor went over everything with you, you thought about everything. The color its hair would be, if it would have your eyes or Rafeâs eyes, if it would be good at sports. But, then you realized thatâs all it was to you, an it.
After the abortion, you laid in bed for a week, unable to do anything. You didnât regret it, but the thought that you had just gotten rid of a part of you and Rafe was tough for you to deal with. Rafe wasnât upset, or mad, or disappointed, he was understanding. He laid in that bed with you for a week. He helped you shower, he helped you with your homework as best as he could, he helped you study for your tests. He didnât leave your side until he was certain you were okay.
âApologize to JJ and I wonât say anything to anyone, youâll get your membership back, and we can go back to pretending like we donât know each other just like the last two years.â
âIâll apologize to your brother, but Iâm not just gonna walk around here pretending I donât know you.â
âI donât know what you want from me Rafe. Do you really expect me to forget all the atrocious things you did to my friends?â
âNo, I just want you to know Iâm not that guy anymore. Iâm trying to do better, Iâm in therapy, I got off coke, Cameron Development is better than ever.â
âRafe, all of that is great, but I canât just ignore everything. I have a game to finish.â
With that you walked back inside the club, leaving Rafe standing outside.
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Fourth of July ~BatFam Imagine~
Summary: The BatFam celebrates the Fourth of July.
Authorâs Note: WHAT THE FUCK IS A KILOMETER!!!!!
BatFamily Masterlist
Readerâs Pronouns: She/Her
Warnings: just fluff
Do not repost this anywhere!
You had declared to your family that holidays were to be spent together. No matter what was happening, the family was to get together to celebrate the holiday for at least two hours. So when the Fourth of July finally approached, everyone had stopped to what they were doing and be with you.
"I think you got enough pictures sweetie," Bruce tells you as you took another photo of Martha in her Fourth of July get up.
"Okay. Okay. Is everything prepped? Does Alfred need any more help?" You asked.
"Everything is fine sweetie. The guests are starting to arrive," Bruce tells you.
You carried Martha over to greet your guests that you invited for tonight. You had obviously invited the league and their families to celebrate the festivities with.
The kids were having fun with their friends as they swam in the pool and throw water balloons at each other. Martha was switched off between you and Bruce so everyone could see her.
"She looks more like you," Diana tells you as she coos at Martha.
"Thank you. I needed a kid who I can say looks like me," you joked.
"Do you plan on having this one as a superhero as well?" Diana asked me.
"No. I want her far away from the vigilante life as much as possible," you tell her.
"And Bruce agrees?" Dinah asked you.
"He agrees. We have enough kids who are vigilantes here and I am helping the city with creating better resources for those in poverty to help prevent them from turning into villains," you tell the girls.
"And they said Bruce is the superhero," Diana joked.
"Mom, I can watch Martha if you like," Dick said as he walked over.
"Are you dry?" You asked him.
"Yup! Told the others I was gonna watch her and that she is not allowed to get wet," Dick tells you.
"Okay. Here you go," you say as you pass Martha over to her big brother.
You didn't want Martha to go into the pool just yet since she was just two months old. So you told the kids before the party that they had to be dry if they wanted to carry Martha.
"This is the baby of the family," Dick introduced to his friends as he carried Martha in his arms.
"She's so cute!"
"How adorable!"
The girls began to coo at Martha as she stared at the people with her wide eyes. She began to cry from the overwhelming crowd.
"Idiot! Give her to me," Jason said. Dick handed Martha over, making Jason calm her down.
"Didn't take you as the type to be able to calm down a baby," Artemis tells him.
"She's the baby of the family. We all learned on how to take care of her," Jason tells her.
"She is a cutie," Artemis said as she stared at the baby in Jason's arms.
"So I take that the kids love having a baby in the family?" Iris asked you.
"They love her. Even Damien. Though I believe Damien wants be Martha's favorite brother," you tell them.
"Hey mom. t's starting to get dark. Should we start up the fire pits and get the fireworks?" Jason asked.
"Who bought the fireworks again?" You asked.
"Me and Dick," he answered.
As much as you love your sons, you know your sons were going to get the more show off fireworks.
"Okay. Let your father know and we will start getting set up," you tell him.
Everyone set up the blankets and chairs so you all could watch the fireworks. Barry and Wally volunteered to light up the fireworks since they were fast enough to light them and get out before they get hurt.
"Mom! Want a smore?" Damien asked you as he sat next to his best friend, Jon.
"I'd love one. Thank you baby," you smile at him. Damien made a smore for you first before making one for himself.
"Alright! Who's ready for some fireworks?" Dick asked as he and Jason brought out the fireworks.
"Those better be safe enough! I don't want a fire from you two again in this household!" You yell at your oldest sons.
"Don't worry ma. We got good ones that are safe enough," Jason assures you.
"You said that last time," you say with a stern look.
Everyone took some quick family pictures before Barry and Wally lit up the fireworks. Bruce held onto Martha as she had her soundproof headphones on just in case. You sat next to him while Alfred sat next to Bruce. Your kids sat next to their friends in front of you.
As you watched the fireworks, you felt a quick kiss on your cheek from Bruce. You looked over at him as he smiled at you.
"I love you," Bruce tells you.
"I love you too."
"You did a great job in planning the party," Bruce tells you.
"Better than Taylor Swift?" You asked.
"Better than Taylor Swift," Bruce assures you. You smile at him before giving him a quick kiss.
"Thank you for you and the kids taking the night off," you tell him.
"You'll always be our first priority," Bruce tells you.
"Thank you."
"Both you and Martha," Bruce tells you.
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youâre gonna go far | 1
pairing: jake sully x neytiri x tsu'tey x fem!human!reader summary: a scientist arrives on pandora (unwillingly) a year after the exile of the rda. now she must deal with the likes of a clan leader, a great warrior, and a thanator rider. . . word count: 7.k
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15 October 2146
Dear Joan Reeds,
Hi Mom.
I know weâve been sending video diaries to each other since you went to Pandora a year ago and this might be a little strange, but I thought writing this to you would be a lot less impersonal than sending a video. I donât know, watching myself emote on camera has always made me uncomfortableâso when I respond to your video diaries, know that Iâm actually excited to see them and not incredibly bored as I appear.
If thatâs why youâve stopped sending videos, because you think Iâm bored of them, I promise you Iâm not. And I miss your videosâŚ
Year 2150
ââUnfortunately, your mother, along with the rest of the twelve other scientists had died before we were able to get them into quarantine.â One out of the three in military uniforms said.
You donât quite remember how you got here.
Last you checked, your mother, Joan, was leaving for a huge project located on a discovered moon in the Alpha Centauri System. Pandora. An inhabited planet that the human population hoped to relocate. To find a newer home. Instead of the dying planet they created.
Joan had been accepted into the Avatar Program, a branch of the big project that had less to do with taking and more so giving. She, an esteemed scientist herself, would get to work with others like her. To explore a planet you only saw in dreams.
Dreams that would remain that way for a while.
You were only an apprentice at the time, ten years before 2150. Therefore, unqualified to accompany your mother on this new adventure. All you could do was be happy for her, even if she would be gone for a long, long time. But it was hard to be angry at that fact, remembering vividly how your mother looked before she left.
Identical eyes staring lovingly and worriedly back at you. Manic worry if anything.
âI want you to watch over the forest while Iâm gone.â Joan laughed at your stunned expression. âYouâve been studying under me for years now, donât be so shocked! Youâve followed me like a loyal shadow. My little shadow. You are the Head of the Amazon Division now. I trust youâll continue my work.â
âMomâIâare you sure?â A younger version of you asked. Ten years earlier you. âWhat ifâhow do you know? That Iâm even ready? Surely there are more qualified scientistsââ
Joan grinned, another identical trait you shared with her. âYou have as much love for the Earth as I do. You have this determination, unlike any, to save it. To save what is left of this dying world, our home. Some might find it naĂŻve. Others might discover a whole new planet to live on.â You smiled as she chuckled at that. âYes, you will work with my second-in-command, he will show you the ropesânot like you already donât know itâbut he will be by your side until you are old enough to officially take over. But I have no doubt you can do it. And I need you to believe it too.â
There was a certain glow in your eye that matched your alight and determined face. This childlike wonder. This unyielding ball of hope that was you.
You nodded surely, holding her hand tightly, âIâll do it. Iâll keep it safe for you.â
âPromise?â
You pressed your lips into a line, âDo you wanna pinky swear on it?â
Joan gasped, her face lighting up instantly. âI thought youâd never ask!â
Rolling your eyes at her excitement, you locked your pinky with hers. Tight and sure.
âI havenât done this with you since I was five.â
âYouâre never too old to make a promise!â
Joan then pulled you into a tight hug. Small drops of wetness fell onto your shoulder.
Neither of you said anything for a while.
She finally pulled away and pressed a kiss to your forehead. âIâll come back for you. My little shadow.â That was her promise.
Then she walked out of the door. And all you could do was smile for her. You couldnât even be sad.
The woman in uniform spoke up next. âDr. Reeds? I know this is difficult information to processâ"
You still didnât remember how you got here.
Last you checked, Joan had been on Pandora for nearly five years now.
During those years, you managed to keep your promise in the beginning.
There were more trees planted, the water was becoming cleaner as the days rolled by, and you managed to gain some military protection for the forestâalong with more researchers joining the cause.
During the first year of her in Pandora, your mother would send you video diaries of her time on Pandora, which prompted you to send videos back in reply. Showing your progress so far and everything you have accomplished.
One time she sent a video of her crying dramatically while holding up a picture of you as a toddler.
âLook what I found in my suitcaseâsnifflesâyou were so small and cute back thenâsnifflesâguys look how cute my baby is!â
You remembered cringing and smacking your head against the table. Some of your colleagues also enjoyed a chuckle or two.
Tell me about the creatures and the plants. Take me on one of your treks through the forest in your avatar body. I enjoyed those videos the most. I always looked forward to them, even if you think I thought it was boring or too much of a lecture. I promise you it wasnât.
I wasnât mad about the baby picture by the way. Yes, maybe embarrassedâI was fourteen, Momâbut itâs nice that you took something with you to remember me by.
Also donât worry about the forest, everythingâs fine here. I saw all your emails asking about it. And I donât want you to worry too much, not so much that it would ruin your experience up there. I have everything under control, MomâŚ
Sometimes the videos had nothing to do with talking. Joan one time sent a video of her sleepily talking to you about anything until she eventually fell asleep. The rest of the video would be of her sleeping.
You told her she didnât have to send videos when she should be resting.
âI just want to see you, honey.â She would respond back. âPlus, talking to you is always a perfect end to my day.â
So you didnât complain. Talking to her, seeing a new video arrive in your inbox always made your worst days just a bit brighter.
After the first year, Joan stopped sending videos. You didnât think anything of it at first. All you assumed was that she was buried in her work. Which meant that whatever she was doing, mustâve been important. Life-changing even. And you werenât going to interrupt that.
One year turned into two.
Two turned into three.
Four.
Four years of radio silence.
Scarily, you allowed yourself to wonder if she forgot about you.
And before you knew it, that thought abruptly left your mind in place of another.
The forest was on fire.
You remember rushing around the lab, grabbing every research hard drive, journalâanything important and belonging to your motherâs long hardworking years of work before it could be destroyed by the fire.
But. But none of it mattered.
The forest burned to the ground. Everything your mother worked for. Gone.
Gone. Gone. Gone.
âDr. Reeds?â
Your hands were covered in ash and blisters.
She was dead. Her forest burned down a day ago.
Now the three in uniform stood with you in what was left of the forest. The grey daylight haunting in the smoke.
The mask you wore protected your facial expressions. âWhen did sheâŚ?â
One of the men cleared his throat. Two men and one woman. âFour years ago. A few months after she first arrived on the planet. Their lab was compromised with a deadly toxinââ
âYou said that already.â You pointed out impassively.
The male nodded, âRightâWe were sent straight after, unfortunately, the journey from Pandora to Earth takesâŚâ
You turned away from them. You wanted to throw up. You want to scream and call them liars.
But you were older now. Emotions controlled. Face restrained.
There was a certain dullness in your eyes that matched your worn and solemn face. This beaten and bruised resolve. This unyielding wave of resentment that was you.
Your mother had been dead for four years.
Without you knowing about it until now.
Everything you had thought. Had assumed. It meant nothing.
You thought she had abandoned you. You thought you were alone.
Turns out she was already gone.
And you were still alone.
Blinking away ashâtears maybe, you couldnât tellâand looked back at the three in uniform. âAlright. You told me. Thank you for coming.â
With that, you begin to walk away and continue cleaning the spot youâd been working on before the uniforms had approached. Dumping the burnt bark and ash of what used to be trees into a plastic bag.
âThereâs one other thing, Dr. Reeds.â The woman spoke next. You tried not to scowl in irritation and reluctantly turned back to them. âBefore your mother passed, she asked that you take her place.â
Your heart lurched and your body grew stiff.
âThe late Dr. Reeds had made a lot of progress on some research that couldâve been beneficial for our organization and project.â The woman tucked her hands behind her back, back straight as she continued in a matter-of-fact tone. âWe need someone like you who can continue the work without fail and who knows Dr. ReedsâŚparticular work ethic.â You frowned at the wording. The womanâshe seemed to be leading this small crusade. âWe have an avatar waiting for you. All you need to do is come with us to Pandora.â
And there it was. Anyone wouldâve seen this as a second chance. Another opportunity to fix your motherâs legacy. To keep your promise.
But all you saw was something else you could screw up. Something else for you to destroy by fire. Another way to fail her. The forest was gone. You had killed the forest. Now they wanted you to take your motherâs placeâpossibly to work on something shady that they have full control over. When was it enough?
When would people stop expecting you to be Joan Reeds? When would they see that you were nothing like her? That you werenât their savior, that you werenât someone to turn to whenever the original goal didnât work? You were nothing. Everything you touched ended up destroyed. So why?
Why would your mother want you to take over her perfectly structured sculpture? When all you were was the hammer that shattered it down to pieces.
You tightened your jaw, âIâm good here. Again, thank you for coming.â
Once more, you tried walking away.
âUnfortunately, Dr. Reeds, it is not a request.â Now you were scowling at the woman, not bothering to hide the expression this time. âWeâre in dire need of your motherâs expertise. She can identify resources that the RDA has collectedâbetter than anyone. And we could use these sources to put thoseâŚour enemies in place. Heal poisons we have little information about. Your motherââ
âMy mother, it seems, had no idea what she was getting into when she accepted that job for the Avatar Program.â You sized all three of them up with a quick resolve. âYouâre RDA, correct? Hmm, my mother may not have seen it but I do. I see right through you all.â With that, you raised your chin and steeled your back. âSo, for the last time. Thank you for coming. Now if youâll excuse me, I just learned my own motherâs fucking dead. Iâd like to take the time to grieve if you donât mind.â
As you turned to leave again, your mind wandered. Your eyes stared bleakly at what used to be a beautiful forest. It used to be so life-like. So, so beautiful.
Your mother was gone. And so was her forest.
Maybe you shouldâve seen it as a sign.
Mother dead. Forest gone.
And where were your tears?
You stopped walking suddenly when something sharp hit the back of your neck.
Instantly, without warning, your body crumbled to the ground with a thud.
Breathing was difficult. Your body couldnât move. Black shoes filled your vision.
âApologies, Doc. But I did say it wasnât a request.â
Slipping from your control, everything went dark.
If you must know, your forest is making amazing progress. We planted exactly thirty more trees in the past two months and theyâve grown healthily! Iâll send you pictures of them once Iâve sent this letter.
But as I said before, thereâs nothing for you to worry about here. If I wanted your help, I wouldâve asked and you know this. You should be focusing on making life-changing discoveries on Pandora. Also, have you met Dr. Grace Augustine yet? Iâve just finished her book and I have many questions! Can you, possibly, maybe relay my questions to Dr. Augustine? If youâre not busy of courseâŚ
Year 2155
It had been a good day for Jake Sully.
A long and grueling hunt had ended with many other warriors succeeding in their finds, just enough to feed their families, enough to feed the entire clan.
His pride only swelled more when his mate and the current Oloâeyktan grinned proudly at him as they started their way back home.
âYouâve gotten better, maâtiyawn.â Tsuâtey had said with a smirk.
Jakeâs heart warmed, âWell, I had an amazing teacher.â Tsuâtey looked even more smug then until Jake added. âTell Neytiri I said thanks.â
A huff left his mate's mouth and Jake laughed at his reaction. âTell her yourself, skxawng!â
When they both returned to their new homeâa new location after the Hometree was destroyed last yearâit wasnât long before their third mate, Neytiri made her way back from a hunt as well. And Jake was right. She had to be one of the best hunters of the clan as she came carrying back a rather large sturmbeest at her tail. Large enough for tonightâs celebration. She yipped loudly, raising her bow up in a cheer as she returned to the clan.
Jake and Tsuâtey couldnât take their eyes off their mate.
Once she managed to get to them, Tsuâtey was the first to meet her in a warm and tight hugâcareful to watch for the baby carrier strapped to her chest.
âAnd how was our boyâs first hunt?â Tsuâtey smiled down at the one-month-old child, their firstborn, Neteyam, who smiled at the sight of his papa. His smaller hands grabbed onto one of Tsuâteyâs fingers.
âHe will make a great hunter.â Neytiri smiled down at him, grabbing Tsuâteyâs other hand. âAnd you? Did you find anything?â
Jake chuckled, looking back at the sturmbeest a few warriors carried by. âNot as good as you, babe. Letâs just say if we had made it a bet, you wouldâve won easily.â
âWhatâs a bet?â Tsuâtey questioned, with a furrow in his brow.
âIâll tell you later.â
When they made it back to their hutâJake did a quick look around to find that it was empty. Sending a silent prayer to Eywa, which he found himself doing a lot more recently, he was relieved to find that Tsuâteyâs mother was nowhere in sight.
Artsut, who had been a frequent visitor to their home ever since Neteyam was born. Before then she had steered clear of their hutânot wanting to go anywhere near Jake. He was a demon, a false body, the stain on their clan. Jake was fine with her being away from the hutâthat was when he could tolerate her the most.
But after Neteyam was born, after the perfect Naâvi baby had come out of Neytiri, Artsut came around more to care for her grandson. Which meant Jake had to deal with more of her comments and sneersâand he would. For his son.
Forcing Artsut to not see her grandson wouldâve been too cruelânot just for his son but for Tsuâtey as well. Tsuâteyâwho wanted to keep the peace between his mates and his mother. Tsuâtey, the only male in his family who is able to stand up to her and not take any of her shit.
So, Jake wasnât worried for the most part. Artsut would play nice for Tsuâteyâher favorite son. Omatikayaâs rightful Oloâeyktan. And Jake would ignore her presence. A fair compromise.
Fortunately, he didnât have to worry about seeing her now. Otherwise, his very good mood would be ruined.
âI went to see my mother today,â Neytiri said as she took Neteyam out of the carrier and gave him to Tsuâtey who was standing right next to her.
âFor more training or something else?â Jake questioned, analyzing her body in a quick scan for any injuries he mightâve missed. âAre you okay?â
She smiled softly and pressed her hand to her stomach, âShe told me that Eywa has blessed us with another child.â
Tsuâteyâs eyes widened and Jakeâs mouth hung open. Neteyam watched them all quietly.
Neytiri looked down shyly, her ears fluttering, âI wanted to tell you at the celebration for a surprise but I couldnât wait soââ
She didnât get to finish as Tsuâtey launched himself at her, wrapping her in a tight hug, earning a joyous laugh from her. A large smile Jake hadnât seen for a minute. Not since they first discovered Neteyam was coming.
Jake rushed over after placing his hunting equipment down, âYouâre pregnant?â Neytiri nodded as Tsuâtey pulled away with a smile of his own. A grin broke out on his face as he pulled her in for a loving kiss, âOh baby, I love you so much.â
All three of them joined together thenâincluding Neteyam who giggled at their smiles. Sharing kisses, long hugs, and large smiles that they couldnât contain.
Happiness was simple. That was what Jake believed.
He never thought he could achieve something like that. Not on Earth. Hell, no even on Pandora. Not after everythingâbut he worked hard for it. He kept going, wanting to prove to himself and his mates that he belonged there. That he was one of the People. That he would be a good mate. A good father.
And not something that destroys everything by a single touch.
Happiness was as simple as it was rare.
Whenever it came, Jake grasped onto it as tightly as he could. Because he never knew when heâd ever have it again.
He held on tight when Tsuâtey survived the battle against the Sky People. Nurtured it when Tsuâtey soon joined him and Neytiri in their union as mates. Loved it when Neteyam was born with his eyes and Neytiriâs markings.
But even then, even if he had a well-adjusted life a year into being on Pandora, Jake still had a long way to go. A long path to make up for all the strife he had caused.
For now, he would enjoy this night. He would enjoy being with his mates. He would enjoy this joyous celebration of the sturmbeest and the new life that would be here in nine monthsâ time.
It had been a good day for Jake Sully.
That night, Neytiri laid between Tsuâtey and him. That night he watched Tsuâteyâs body carefully as he usually did during the other nights. That night he couldnât shake the warmth in his chest.
Happiness is simple.
At some point, Jake turned onto his back. His eyes trailing up to the sky. Stars. There were always stars here. And every night, Jake counted them until he fell asleep. Every night he had one arm around Neytiri. Every night he reached his hand out just enough until his fingers brushed against Tsuâteyâs bicep. Every night he would be the last out of the three of themâor four if he counted the heavy sleeper that was his sonâto fall asleep.
Only this time there was a moving star in the sky. For a moment, Jake thought he was dreaming.
But the star kept moving. Closer and closer toward Pandora. Until Jake knew that it wasnât a star anymore.
A body shifted, Jake instantly got up and placed gentle hands on Tsuâteyâs shaking body, trying his best to calm his mate down from the nightmares. Not knowing what he would do if he had to tell himâto tell Neytiriâthat they were about to wake up in one.
It had been a good day.
Until it wasnât.
Do you think Iâll like Pandora? I still dream about it. Being there with you. Do you still want me to come one day?
You woke up on a ship.
âHold her down boys.â
At the moment, you hadnât realized your body jerked roughly or that you were now being held down in your seat by a bunch of hands, far stronger and firmer than you. Never mind the tight seatbelt across your lap, no, they wanted to make sure you couldnât escape.
So, you screamed. A horror-filled cry that sucked in all sound in the ship. Leaving the rest of the passengers with nothing but silence and your scream.
âCalm down, Doc.â The woman sat across from you spoke. The very same woman that approached you in your motherâs forest. âWe wouldnât want you harming yourself before we even get to the planet.â
With as much strength as you could muster, you tried pulling away from the two men sitting on either side of you, whose grips were practically steel. âWhat did you do?! Where the hell am I?!â
âI already told you five years ago, it wasnât a request.â
You didnât need to ask what she meant by five years. Your mother had told you about the process that got her to Pandora in one of her video diaries. You didnât have to figure it out in your hazy state without getting pissed.
âYou stole five years off me! What the fuck is wrong with you people!?â You seethed.
The woman looked unconcerned toward your outburst. âYour motherâs work is too important to give up, Doc. She and her group of scientists were close to probably giving us the one edge we needed against the Naâvi. The inhabitants of Pandora. With your mother gone along with the rest of her group, we were desperate for a replacement. Which is why we needed you. Which is why we wouldnât take no for an answer.â
âWhy the hell would I help you?!â You snapped, still fighting against the two maleâs hold on you. âGet off me!â
âBoys.â The woman gestured for them to let go. After a pause, the hands were gone from your arms. And that was when you began to notice your surroundings.
Yes, you were on some type of ship with a few other soldiers. All of you strapped down to seats. And instead of your ash-covered clothes, you were now in a simple grey tank top, borrowed camouflage pants, and black combat shoes.
Slight groans and whines along the walls told you that the ship was still flying.
So you couldnât escape even if you wanted to. You had been practically kidnapped by the militaryâthe RDA.
And you were trapped.
That is, until you reach Pandora.
âNow if youâre done throwing a fit,â The woman brought out a tablet and held it toward you. âIâm Captain DeVoe, by the way. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Doc.â
You didnât take the tablet.
Captain DeVoe sighed before pulling the tablet away and began typing on the screen. âYour mother had been close to finding a way to create an antidote for the neurotoxin those savages use on the tip of their arrows. Itâs dangerous for us humans. And our goal is to get this small obstacle out of the way in order to proceed with our mission.â
You let out a short laugh, your body still tense and trapped. âLike I said. Why the hell would I help you? What my mother does has nothing to do with me.â
âOh, but it does, honey,â DeVoe smirked while you scowled. The captain had to have been in her mid to late twenties. Her hair was cut short into a blonde buzzcut. Toned muscles underneath her long-sleeved shirt. She looked like she could break you in two without even breaking a sweat. So there was no point in trying to fight her. At least not in this confined space.
She held out the tablet to you. And again, you didnât reach for it. Instead, you pressed your back against the wall behind you. DeVoe didnât lower the tablet. From your spot, you could see on the screen a light blue rectangle and a digital lock above it.
âSheâs kept everything we need behind a lock. Her last words were for you to unlock it and finish her work.â
You raised a brow and crossed your arms, âThose were her last words?â Another brittle laugh left your lips. âWow, you all must be very desperate.â You continued to laugh, unafraid of the glare the captain sent you. âFuck you. Fuck everyone on the ship and fuck the RDA! I havenât even gotten to see her body yetâdid you even bury her? Or did you toss her aside when you didnât find any use for her anymore?â
DeVoe blinked and frowned. She then sighed, âI am sorry for your loss, Dr. Reeds. Really, I am. And I know emotions are quite high right nowââ
âFuck you.â You snorted humorlessly before leaning back against the wall again. The two men on either side of you shifted. You ignored them.
âYes, youâve said that already.â DeVoe tucked the tablet down next to her right thigh. You glanced at it briefly before directing your scowl back to the woman.
A speaker suddenly came to life above all of you. âWeâve entered the atmosphere. Landing in twenty.â
You sat up straighter as everyone suddenly began placing what looked like advanced oxygen masks on their faces.
Through all your righteous anger, you hadnât truly realized it until right then. You were on Pandora. You were going to land in the place of your dreams.
And you refused to be happy about it.
DeVoe handed you a mask as she grabbed bags from under her seat. âQuaritch was always good at being persuasive. Heâll convince you. He alwaysâ"
A loud boom rattled your ears.
The ship suddenly flippedâif not for the seatbelts, you wouldâve flipped tooâand then it felt as if you were falling.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
You put on the mask in hopes of helping bring the air back into your lungs.
Falling.
Falling.
Thud!
Do you remember your second-in-command? JJ? Well, he retired recently. We threw him a really big party. Plus, he just had a baby too. I think itâs a girl last I checked, Iâm going to have to ask Cheryl about thatâyou know her. Always being in the know with her coworkersâŚ
There was no light. Heat closed in all around you, suffocating you and fogging your maskâor was that your quick breaths? No, that was the smoke.
Your ears rang terribly. People were moving but you couldnât see who. Someone suddenly grabbed your arm, cut the seatbelt from your lap, and practically hauled your body from the seats and through the smoke.
You werenât walking. A striking pain in your thigh prevented you from doing so.
Suddenly there was light. Lots of it. Your vision was somewhat clear enough to see that you were now outside. Enough for you to see that the one dragging you was a feral-looking DeVoe.
âShoot them all down now!â She screamed. There was a long gash along her toned arm. âContact base! We need backup ASAP!â
Finally, you realized what was happening.
There was fireâwhy was there always fire?
The large, winged creatures flew above the damage with people riding them. There were yips and hollers from the people on the creatures mixed with the explosions and shouts from DeVoe.
As your senses began coming back, as the world began to set around you, your instincts finally kicked in.
While DeVoe was distracted giving orders, you searched the ground until your eyes landed on a nearby rock. Quickly, you lunged for it, grasped it, and smacked it in the back of her head without wasting another second.
And the impact was hard too. You were sure you heard a loud crack from it.
When DeVoe ducked and stumbled, her grip on you loosened, giving you the chance to run. Or rather, limp through the wreckage and away from the fight happening around you.
But because of your leg, you didnât make it too far.
A sudden weight knocked you down, a cry leaving your lips as you hit the ground. Wincing in pain from the burning in your left leg. When you tried getting up, the weight kept you pinned down. Whatever landed on top of you made sure you wouldnât be able to move.
âI already told you!â Roughly, you were turned onto your back. DeVoe was on top of you, snarling. âYou have no choice! Not when it comes to saving your race!â
âGet off me!â You cried out, trying to push her off. But DeVoe remained as firm as iron.
âThat was a cute little stun you pulled back there. But make sure to remember this.â Instantly, she yanked your mask off.
Your eyes were wide and a loud gasp left your lips,
DeVoe grinned, a mad glint in her eye. âYour life is in my hands! That means I protect it or take it just like that! Donât be stupid, Doc. Donât make this more difficult than it has to be. Pick! I protect you or you die!â
You held your breath. More booms sounded around you. More winged creatures flew above you. More yips. More hollers.
Briefly, you glanced at the mask in her hand and considered everything leading up to now. Because you didnât have much of a choice.
None but one.
Finally, you stopped fighting. Your limbs fell loose against her.
DeVoe nodded with a smirk, âGood choice.â She gave you back your mask and stood up. You kept holding your breath. âBack up should be here soon. Weâll have enough numbers to take down these savagesââ
She abruptly cut herself off when you slammed the mask down on your good knee, shattering it.
You then started breathing in the air.
âWhat are you doing?!â DeVoe screeched, grabbing you by the front of your shirt.
You grinned now, struggling to breathe, âYou need me. I donât need you.â
To them, you were valuable. DeVoe knew this. Which was why you knew she wouldnât go through with killing you herself. It was like they said on the ship. You were too valuable. And they were desperate.
And that value would be lost once youâre dead.
âDamn you brat!â DeVoe growled as she took off her mask. âSelfish bitchââ
Blood splattered across your face when an arrow found its way through DeVoeâs head.
She slumped against you, the mask falling from her hand and skittering onto the ground a few feet away from you.
Your mind had not realized that DeVoe was killed. Was dead now. All you cared about now was grabbing the mask.
So once you got the dead weight off of you, you began crawling toward the mask. Your breathing becoming a struggle with every passing second.
You hadnât realizedâjust like with DeVoeâthat someone was watching you. Curiously and quietly following you as you crawled. You didnât realize you werenât alone until blue feet appeared in your line of vision. Until four fingers took the mask off the ground and away from your grasp.
A whimper left your lips through hollow breaths as you looked up to find a tall, blue alien woman standing over you. With guarded, yet silently curious yellow eyes.
A Naâvi. You had seen them in your motherâs videos. You had seen her avatar.
âMom.â You rasped, lying on your back. You didnât know how much time you had. Might as well stick to the original plan then.
Become invaluable.
But MomâŚ
âI-I just want my Mom.â
The Naâvi woman just stared at you. Her fierce gaze turned into something somewhat contemplative. You werenât even sure if she understood you.
Black spots covered your vision.
There was barely any oxygen left to grasp for.
âDemon.â
The Naâvi woman hissed just as you lost consciousness.
This had to be the second time youâve woken up from passing out.
Only instead of a ship greeting you, it was a white ceiling. And somehow instead of lying dead in the ship wreckage, you were instead lying on a cot. With a bandage wrapped around your injured thigh.
It was slowâslower than beforeâbut everything came back to you. You were on Pandora. DeVoe was dead. At least thatâs what you remembered happening. The arrow through her head certainly wasnât a hallucination.
But why werenât you dead?
For a while, you just say on the cot. Trying to figure out what exactly happened.
The Naâvi woman. Did sheâŚDid she give you the mask?
No. Sheâd have no reason to. Something mustâve happened while you were passed out.
You were in some type of cellâperfectâno bars but no doubt some type of impenetrable glass in front of you.
A groan left your lips, dropping your head into your hands.
How the hell did it get so much worse?
A door opened further away from your cell. A thin-looking man stepped through it. A human man.
You watched him carefully and silently. The human male nodded to you. âYou must be Dr. Reeds.â
Instantly, you tensed and the words tumbled out of your mouth, âI already told DeVoe Iâm not helping the RDA. So torture me all you want but youâre not getting shit from me.â
He raised his brows both curiously and observantly. âThe RDA hasnât been allowed back on Pandora for a year now. Not after the war.â
War? You carefully stood from your cot, âThen why am I here?â
âBecause you were on an RDA shipââ You move to protest, âBefore you say anything or curse me, I already know about Joan Reeds and your supposed arrival. But unfortunately, you arrived at a pretty bad time. The People are skittish. They think itâs best to keep you here for nowââ
âWhat the fuck?!â You screamed. The resolve was broken. There was no composing anything anymore. Your face was heated. Your muscles ached. Your throat hurting. âI didnât even want to come here! Those fuckers kidnapped me and now I have to be imprisoned in a cell because of them?! Iâm not RDA! I have nothing to do with this! All I want to do is see my mother who I couldnât even bury!â
Toward the end of your rageful sentence, your voice quivered.
âIs she even buried yet?â You asked him, your voice now quieter.
After a pause, the male nodded. âShe was buried. SheâŚShe was one of the few humans the Naâvi got along with. They gave her a burial years before. SheâIâm sorry for your loss.
Everything was soâheavy. You were just exhausted.
You hadnât even been able to grieve for her. Cry for her.
âI didnât even know she was dead.â You sunk back down on the cot. âNot for four years. I didnât she was dead for four fucking years. And now Iâm here. On a planet Iâve been dreaming about since I was young. But now itâs just some fucked up nightmare.â
There was a long silence between the both of you. The male rubbed the back of his neck before saying cautiously, âYeah, this isnât idealâum, Iâm Norm, by the way. Norm Spellman. I work in the Avatar Program. Iâwell, I didnât know or meet your mother personally but she was an amazing and intelligent scientist. Her work here and on Earth is very admirable.â
You almost scoffed at that but said nothing.
Norm moved to say more but stopped instantly, pressing a hand to his ear. For a beat, you watched him bleakly, as if he were listening to something.
He then turned to you, âHold that thought.â And as soon as you blinked, he was gone out of the room.
For a moment, it was silent.
And then you cried.
And cried.
And cried.
And cried.
And cried.
Until your eyes offered no more tears left to give.
Do you remember your second-in-command? JJ? Well, he retired recently. We threw him a really big party. Plus, he just had a baby too. I think itâs a girl last I checked, Iâm going to have to ask Cheryl about thatâyou know her. Always being in the know with her coworkers.
I had to clean up cow shit yesterday. And Iâm definitely smiling when I tell you this. Itâs progress but you probably get to see and interact with creatures we donât even have here. So, at least youâre up thereâŚ
Norm came back a little later after that. He approached your cell, typing something against the wall. A second later, the glass came down.
You straightened.
âThey want to talk to you.â He said.
âWho?â You frowned tiredly as you slowly got to your feet, wincing at your thigh.
Norm thought for a bit, âSome representatives of the clan nearby.â
Reluctantly, you followed Norm out of the cell. He led you through a hallway until you approached a door where Norm grabbed a mask for himself and you.
âTheyâre right out there.â
When you walked out the door, you were startled to find three winged creatures and tallâreally tallâNaâvi waiting at the landing strip where you were sure ships wouldâve been. But instead, it looked a bit abandoned.
âDr. Reeds this is the chief of the Omatikaya Clan, Tsuâtey, thatâs Neytiri, and the last one is the clanâs Toruk Makto, Jake Sully.â
You analyzed all three of them. The Naâvi womanâNeytiriâyou recognized from the crash. The one that had been standing over you before you passed out. Long braids, warrior paint on her faceâmatching her body posture she instantly took as soon as you came out of the building, and a bow clutched in one hand with a fierce expression. She was sizing you up. Same as you did.
The next oneâTsuâteyâwatched your movements carefully. Out of the three he looked like the one in charge, a leader, someone that of importance. His snarl was severe, even making Norm shift uncomfortably despite it not being directed at him. He gripped a spear tightly in his hands, his eyes following every slight movement you made. As if readying himself to take you down the moment you step out of line. Dangerous beast.
Then there was Jake Sully. If you hadnât learned his name, you could instantly tell that he stood out somewhat among the three. Compared to Neytiri and Tsuâtey, Jakeâs stance was different. More human-like. Like a Marineâwhich you had been around back on Earth. They were mostly the ones hired as military protection, so you were around them often. Jake was exactly that. But it didnât make him any less fierce or severe.
Then of course there was the gun that he heldâanother huge thing that stood out among the three of them.
âAnd this is Dr. Reeds. She was supposed to replace the late Dr. Joan Reeds, a friend of Graceââ
âWhy is she here now?â The leader, Tsuâtey interrupted with a scowl. âWe need no more demons here.â
You chewed the inside of your cheek but didnât say anything. Norm, fortunately, continued talking so you didnât have to. âThe timingâs off, I know, but itâs on record that she was supposed to arrive here upon Dr. Reeds' last request. And confirmed by Dr. Augustine herself. Sheâs only a scientist, thatâs all. We even have an unused avatar waiting for her.â
Tsuâtey didnât look convinced, not surprising. Neytiriâs eyes never wavered from you. Jakeâs tail swished behind him, but his expression was unreadable.
Norm cleared his throat, âIf Grace approved of itââ
âWhereâs my mother buried?â You asked. All four eyes snapped to you. Norm gave you a look that you ignored. âSpellman told me she had a burial here. I just want to see her. Thatâs all.â
âAnd then what?â Jake questioned, eyes narrowed. His face was still guarded.
You didnât care for it. âI donât know. Maybe then Iâll go back to Earth and die with the rest of the planet. Does that suffice?â
Tsuâtey frowned, clearly not liking your response while Jake lowered the gun slightly. Neytiri slowly eased out of her defensive stance.
Norm chuckled nervouslyâattempting to save your sardonic response, âYou hear that? She said sheâll leave.â
You breathed out a sigh. God, you were so tired. âI just want my Mom. Please, thatâs all I ask.â
Another beat went by before Jake, spoke first but in another language. Tsuâtey didnât look happy at whatever Jake was saying, his ears were pinned to the sides of his head. Neytiri, on the other hand, looked contemplative.
Eventually, Jake turned back to you with a stern frown, âWeâll have a few warriors take you to your motherâs burial.â
âAnd after you do not return.â Tsuâtey hissed, his violent eyes pinning you in place. If I see you on my grounds again, I will kill you, demon.â
Jake breathed out through his nose, closing his eyes. He then looked at you, âUnderstood?â
You huffed, âLoud and clear.â
Youâre far away from this mess and I think thatâs good. Not that there is a mess, Iâm just saying metaphoricallyâŚ.You know what never mind. I hope youâre having fun, Mom.
Please respond. I miss your videos. And itâs getting pretty lonely down here.
I still want you to have fun so donât put too much energy into trying to respond.
Iâll leave you now.
Love,
your little shadow.
PS.
Remember how you said I accomplish more stuff than you could ever imagine? I kind of get the feeling you were only saying that to make me feel better. Itâs pretty clear by now that out of the two of us, youâre gonna go far. Farther than I can reach.
Okay, bye now.
yes, another series! this time i'm going full force with the poly than i do with my other fics. and you guys have this beautiful fanart to thank! also i listened to you're gonna go far by noah kahan the whole time i wrote this chapter so it's probably obvious i was inspired by that song. anyway, i hope you guys enjoy this new mini series of mine for anyone that's still out there in the fandom lol. i hope you guys will give this a chance--and tell me your thoughts when you're done! i love hearing from y'all. full rants and everything!
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a fic or blurb of ryanâs farewell party for will pls?!
charm bracelet
hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)
samy heads to boston after ryan begs her to fly out for willâs farewell party in hopes of reconciling things between the ex-couple (writing grace and samyâs dynamic was actually so fun because iâve never wrote them before)
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i got so carried away with this it wasnât gonna be this long but it turned into a whole fic. the ending of this is a bit interpret how you want, but in my mind itâs them not completely ignoring one another, but they arenât gonna talk it out for a long while. p.s. the baby grace and will photo i found is actually adorable!
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"please come?" ryan begged over the phone while samy sat at her desk pondering the offer he'd been trying to convince her of for the last twenty minutes. "if not for will, then for us? don't know when we'll see you if you aren't coming out to boston as often anymore," the brunette continued making samy feel even worse.
"hey, i'll still come to boston. i didn't just go for will, you know," the girl rolled her eyes slightly.
"then come out to see us. you don't even have to see will if you don't want. there will be enough people that you'll probably be able to avoid him," ryan kept persisting because 1. he knew samy still cared deep down and 2. she was their friends too and he knew the guys really wanted to see her again before school started back up.
"you're so annoying," she teased a bit making them both laugh. "i'll think about it, okay? i might have to be back at school, but i'll see."
"promise?"
"i promise," samy nodded and the two ended the call. when her phone found its place back on her desk, samy knew damn well already that she was completely free that weekend. she just didn't know if she could stomach potentially seeing will.
â
two weeks later, samy and her mom were on a plane to boston for the party. ellen was still very close to colleen and after being there for will his entire life, she wasn't missing this despite everything that's happened.
gabe and ryan drove into the city the day before to catch up with samy themselves. will didn't have much idea that the hughes were in town and probably wouldn't find out until tomorrow at the party.
"hey, hughesy," ryan greeted with a large smile. his arms quickly slid around the girl's frame in a tight hug before letting gabe take his turn.
"hi, it's good to see you guys again," samy grinned widely. she really did miss seeing them. it'd been since worlds that they were all together like this.
"i'm glad you came out. i didn't think you would," gabe admitted as the three sat at a small table waiting for the waiter to take their orders.
"i didn't think i was coming either, but i wanted to see you guys before school started and we'd get too caught up in everything," the brunette explained which made them smile.
"i can't believe school's gonna start again. feels like it just ended," gabe chuckled.
"don't remind me," ryan groaned earning more laughs from the other two.
the three quickly filled each other in on the things they missed. it felt like old times when everyone was in michigan together spending weekends sitting on a floor going back and forth with stupid little games. all of that felt like such simpler times because no feelings were involved. at least not any known feelings.
things settled a bit as samy and the boys ate their sandwiches they ordered and the topic shifted to one samy knew was gonna come up eventually.
"i don't know if i've said this to you, but will's a real idiot," gabe said quietly.
samy's jaw clenched a bit, "yeah, he is."
"have you..talked to him at all?" ryan wondered and the girl instantly shook her head.
"no and i don't really want to. i don't even know what i'd say to him or what he could say that would make me forgive him. he threw it all away and that really fucking hurts," samy admitted truthfully.
"right and you have every right to not wanna talk to him. he was an asshole for not trying to talk things out with you," gabe nodded in agreement.
"can i just say one thing though? i'm no way trying to defend anything that he said or did, but you gotta remember how will is with this kind of stuff sometimes. he says the wrong things when he's thinking something else. you guys were best friends above everything. you know him better than any of us probably. you really want to leave things on this note?" ryan said softly.
samy's gaze flicked away from the boys knowing ryan did have a small point in the back of her mind, but she wasn't ready to admit that. things were confusing and hard.
being back in boston had this pull on her. everything she's ever known came from michigan and bostonâwill being one of those things. he hurt her so badly, yet a really, really small part of her wanted to reach out.
"it doesn't matter anymore, ry. he meant what he said and even if he didn't wanna say it, he still did. i was basically worthless to him," samy couldn't though. her head overruled her heart knowing she needed to stand her ground because there was nothing more she could say to him.
â
will's entire house was packed with people. room to room, wall to wall, lawn to lawnâthere were people everywhere. ryan wasn't wrong that samy could lose herself pretty easily into the crowd.
she hung outside a lot because out there she could escape anywhere if she saw will whereas inside could end up trapping her if she wasn't careful. she happily caught up with drew, aram, vote, and cutter who greeted her with bright smiles.
the idea of even being in the same proximity as will sent goosebumps down the girl's arms. her eyes were constantly flicking around as if she would see him turn some corner and make eye contact.
somehow, she managed to find a corner where it wasn't too crowded by the lawn chairs. the youngest hughes sat out on them just people watching when familiar locks of blonde hair started coming her way. for a moment, samy tensed, wondering how grace took the news about their breakup because she hadn't exactly talked to the oldest smith sibling since it happened.
"hey, samy," the older girl greeted warmly.
"hi, gracie," samy smiled, relaxing a bit when she saw the girl's smile.
"i'm happy to see you. it's been awhile," grace found a seat beside her for a moment while the brunette nodded a bit.
"yeah, it has," her gaze flicked away because they both knew why it had been awhile since they saw one another. grace didn't make a huge appearance at the family vacation a few months ago since she was busy apartment hunting and even then, her and samy didn't talk much because they never got to catch one another at the right time.
"this might be a stupid question, but..how are you?" the older girl wondered gently.
"i'm..i'm okay. hanging in there, i guess," samy nodded, biting the inside of her cheek.
"i'm sorry i haven't talked to you since..i don't want you to think i hate you or anything. last month was super busy and you looked busy and i didn't know if it was too soon to ask about everything.." grace trailed off a bit when she realized she was rambling. samy quickly shook her head.
"don't worry about it. i was worried you hated me," a small laugh sounded from the soccer players lips.
"oh my god no! i don't. i promise. i actually..am mad at will for how all of this happened. i..i was shocked when you left and i found will out there..i'm sorry. i..i wish i had an answer for my brother's reason, but i don't. i..i don't know why he broke up with you," grace frowned deeply.
"i left in such a mess, i'm sorry again. everything happened way too fast," samy shook her head.
"have you talked to him since.."
"ry and gabe asked me that yesterday and i said no. i mean, i have nothing to say to him, so why would i, you know?" the brunette shrugged.
"right, of course. mom told him this morning you and your mom were coming. that went over..interesting to say the least," grace tapped her finger against her cup.
"i've been avoiding him, i guess. i'm not sure i can really stomach seeing him, but..i don't know. felt like i owed it to him to be here at least? and the other guys too. don't know when i'll see them again. this whole thing feels like it screwed up everything with everyone," samy laughed dryly.
"i get it. i'm glad you did come. i saw your mom earlier, it was good to see her. even if will won't admit it, i know he's glad you're at least here too. one last hurrah before we move him out to california," grace said.
samy thought back to all the times will would talk about his move to cali whenever it happened. he'd always say how she'd fly out with him to help him decorate his apartment when the time came. plus, all the times will told her how he couldn't wait until they could live together so long distance would be over, yet he'd wait forever for her.
god, what happened to that will?
"you're thinking," the blonde pointed out, snapping samy back into reality.
while will knew her insanely well, so did grace. the two girls did grow up alongside one another even though there was a three year age gap. grace was the older sister samy never had as a little girl and she still was, so of course the older girl knew when samy was lost in thought.
"yeah, sorry," the younger girl shook her head.
"penny for your thoughts?" the expression made samy smile because will said the same thing.
"just how will always talked about me being there with him when he moved to california and how he couldn't wait until i was done with school to move out there with him. i wonder where that will went who was so ambitious about us and saying he would wait forever for me," the younger girl smiled sadly.
a little sigh escaped grace's lips hearing samy sound so heartbroken still. "i wish i knew what was running through his mind. i didn't even know he was considering it. it shocked the hell out of all of us. he's in there still somewhere, i know it and i know you don't wanna hear that, but i gotta believe it. i have never seen my brother like someone as much as he likes you, it confuses me how he just threw it all away like that," the blonde shook her head.
"you and me both," samy frowned this time.
"i think you just gotta give it time because damn, all of us believed you guys were it for each other. you'll find your way back, i think you two just need some space. will needs to settle in california and play a few games with the sharks and then i'm sure he'll come around. i don't believe this is the true end for you guys," grace said firmly.
the youngest hughes wanted to believe her so badly, but she just couldn't.
"maybe. it's hard to say though," samy said instead of being a complete pessimist about it.
the party ended a few hours later with samy successfully avoiding any contact with will. she didn't even see him which was surprising because she knew he was making his rounds.
her and her mom drove back to the hotel in silence just unwinding from the long day and talking to everyone they saw.
samy was brushing her teeth when her mom stuck her head in. the younger girl raised her eyebrow in confusion.
"i have a gift from you from someone i spoke to today," ellen said vaguely. the brunette raised her eyebrow.
"who?"
mrs. hughes didn't say anything while she just placed the envelope into samy's hand. the girl saw her name scribbled across the top in handwriting that she quickly recognized as will's. samy's gaze snapped to her mom's.
"i told him he's gonna do great in san jose," ellen said because she knew her daughter knew who that envelope was from.
the older woman slipped out of the bathroom leaving samy with the gift in her hand. she should've thrown it away, but curiosity got the better of her and she carefully ripped it open.
there wasn't any note or card, only a small charm of a shark.
her eyes danced to the charm bracelet sitting on her wrist that held her most precious charms.
will knew everything about her charm bracelet because he supplied most of the charms on the chain.
she remembered seeing the shark charm in some little gift shop with will many months ago, quickly mumbling something about how adorable it was and would fit the aesthetic for will's soon to be san jose career.
she had no idea will went back to buy it for her.
samy even wondered how long he's had it for.
without a word, samy clipped it onto the chain, adding one more pretty charm to her bracelet and a tiny smile painted her lips.
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Hiiiii Robin aka Bird Boy!
Sorry I took a bit longer than usual to reply but dad suddenly decided heâd had enough of the forest and we went back home! I thought maybe itâd be fun to wait a bit longer and show you our house and stuff. I donât really like moving around all the time but I guess it kinda gives you lots of new stuff to talk about so thatâs something.
This is our house! Itâs not as big as yours looks but thereâs only two of us and weâre not always here so it makes sense that itâs not massive. Dad usually rents it out whilst weâre not here cos he says itâs better for the house that itâs looked after but I know he means itâs better for his bank too lol!! I guess it works out for me though cos he says I can put as many plants as I want in my room as long as I keep them alive so theyâd die if we left it empty every time we left. He says itâs like I brought the jungle inside hahaaha, I like it though!
The last person who rented the house was one of dadâs old work friends and he left this cool telescope for me to play with since Iâm âso keen about the stars and shitâ HIS WORDS! I know youâre supposed to use it at night but itâs kinda fun to spy on people during the day too. Like Iâm pretty sure our neighbours are getting a divorce cos I overheard the guy moaning about the lady to my dad once and sometimes you can hear them yelling and see them waving their arms at each other through the window or on the balcony (donât tell anyone though hahaa!)
I think dadâs kinda happy to be back (look how bushy his eyebrows are though ahahhhahah) he spends a lot of time fishing but I know itâs only a matter of time until he gets itchy and runs out of money again. Half of me wishes heâd get a good job here so we wouldnât have to move around all the time but the other half is glad to leave. I guess itâs kinda nice here AND I was born here but I donât even like swimming and thereâs water and beaches EVERYWHERE ugh..
I guess I donât really think Sulani feels like home anymore, not since mom died. Itâs pretty and itâs nice but something is always missing so itâs kinda lame too if that makes sense. Maybe thatâs why dad likes to leave sometimes too, Iâd ask him but heâd probably get upset so maybe not! I was gonna leave that part out cos itâs a bummer but we donât really keep many secrets from each other so I said itâŚ
Anyway, dadâs a pig and never cleans ANYTHING and I think he got bored of me complaining about how big and heavy the vacuum is cos he got me a cool mini one (itâs a âsorry we move around so much but hereâs a present so shhâ present but Iâll take it hahaa) he took it off me for a few days after I hoovered some crumbs out of his bed and sucked up his headphones by accident but thatâs his fault for eating cookies in bed when he should be sleeping.
Oh and since thereâs not many fun rocks to find or dig up here I decided to start up my shell collection again. I found a few nice ones I guess but I really want to find a conch! Dad said theyâre pretty rare but youâd think with all the stupid sand and beaches around here that Iâd be able to find at least ONE even if it was a tiny one but not yet! Iâll let you know if I do though!
Anyway, Iâm kinda sad we left Granite Falls in the end cos it was so close to the holidays I hoped maybe your family would go camping again and weâd be able to explore together again. Hopefully next time we move weâll move even closer to where you live so thereâs more chance weâll get to see each other! A bird pooped on me the other day though which dad said is supposed to be lucky so I decided to believe him and hope we get to hang out again one day SOON (after I had a shower anyway because EUGH!)
Hope youâre okay and glad to be done with school for the summer!
Love Alex :)
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*18-year old Naruto going to Sasukeâs house for dinner*
Sasuke: Such a long walk out here ⌠but I guess it helps us build an appetite for dinner, eh?
Naruto: True.
Sasuke: Momâs really excited that youâre coming, you havenât been able to come in so long. Her and Itachi have been in the kitchen all â
*Naruto abruptly lets go of Sasukeâs hand as they come within view of the house*
Sasuke: Hey ⌠whyâd you do that?
Naruto: Donât want him to see âŚ
Sasuke: Him? Oh, you mean Madara?
Naruto: Yeah. Iâm pretty sure your grandpa hates me, dattebayo.
Sasuke: Heâs not my â he doesnât â- well okay youâre probably right. But to be fair he hates pretty much everyone.
Naruto: He doesnât hate you âŚ
Sasuke: No, and I canât really figure that out. But Itachi thinks that maybe itâs because I remind him of his brother Izuna.
Naruto: Whatever the case, I know he thinks Iâm not good enough for you, Sasuke. Last time you left us alone he called me âan inferior carrier of the Uzumaki genesâ and insulted Kurama so bad I almost lost control of him!
Sasuke: You think thatâs bad? Obito brought Kakashi over two nights ago because Kakashi wanted his permission to âcourtâ Obito, right? He didnât even get the words out before gramps tried to impale Kakashi with his cane. Took everyone in the house to hold him back from trying to take out Kakashiâs sharingan with his soup spoon.
Naruto: Wait ⌠does he expect that? Like, should I have gone to him for permission to date you??
Sasuke: He expects a lot of things as the clan elder. But weâre already dating. Asking âpermissionâ seems a bit unnecessary.
Naruto: Itâs unnecessary but like you said, heâs your clan elder. Itâs probably a respect thing to him, dattebayo. Okay! Itâs too late for it tonight, but next week Iâm going to come at him full-force. Iâll wear a kimono and bring gifts for everyone in your family, the biggest present of all will be his. Iâll kneel in front of him and formally ask his permission to marry you!
Sasuke:
Sasuke: M-marry?!
Naruto: Yeah! If heâs gonna try and kill me anyway, I may as well go all the way with it, right?
Naruto: Oooh I know, Iâll do it on Tuesday, my birthday! That way if he says Yes, itâll be like Iâve gotten that one dream present Iâve always wanted; my Sasuke! *kisses Sasuke*
Sasuke, blushing: A-and if he says no?
Naruto: Then I can be one of those cool people who can say that their birthday and their death-day is the same day, dattebayo. Man, suddenly Iâm super hungry. Letâs go! *runs ahead of him to the house*
Sasuke:
Sasuke: He goes from saying the sweetest thing imaginable to the dumbest shit possible. And the sad thing is I want to marry him more than anything.
#HAPPY BIRTHDAY NARUTO!!!#honestly saw this as being a several-parts comic but I canât draw and I lack creativity to carry it further but đ¤ˇđ˝ââď¸#including Kakashi showing up for support but terrified as hell#sns#sasunaru#narusasu#naruto x sasuke#obikaka#obito x kakashi#madara uchiha#mikoto uchiha#fugaku uchiha#itachi uchiha#sasuke uchiha#obito uchiha#kakashi hatake#Naruto#naruto uzumaki
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What Happens in Vegas
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You get more than you bargained for when you decide to get married in Vegas. Word Count: Over 2.8k Warnings: Drinking, drunk wedding, accidental marriage, supernatural element, dubcon elements, soft!dark vibes, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: I wasn't able to get all 4 birthday stories done, but I hope you lovelies enjoy the ones I plan to share. Here's 1 of 2! â¤ď¸ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby (thank you for spitballing), but any and all mistakes are my own. Thanks to @targaryenvampireslayer as well for letting me scream about this. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
The fluorescent lights of the strip flashed as you stumbled along the sidewalk. Fast paced and surreal, the city that never sleeps offered a little something for everyone. Entertainment, architecture, adventure. While your intention for the evening was to grab a drink with some friends and nothing more, you decided to do something bolder. Crazier. Because what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, right?
âGoinâ to the chapel and weâre⌠gonna get maaaaaaried,â you sang, squinting as your guy, date, whoever he was, helped steady you. âWho or what was your name again? Randy?â
âThatâs not my name. Itâs-â
âRandy. âCause youâre a rando,â you declared, making him laugh.
Forgetting the guyâs name shouldâve been your first clue to call it a night and go back to your hotel. Randy was cute enough though and bought all of you drinks. When you told him most of your friends were hitched or close to getting married while you were still single, he joked that heâd marry you.
âFuck it! Letâs get married!â
Which was how you found yourself on his arm heading to a chapel.
Your second clue to go back to your room shouldâve been that none of your friends stopped you. Not a single one told you to stay or offered to go with you, which was strange. Not that each of you hadnât done stupid stuff before. Letting you go off with a stranger though? In an unfamiliar city?
Bitches. All of them. Noooooo. I love my girlfriends. Theyâre just DRUNK, like me.
You did feel sad for a second. While your friends all had family who wouldâve thrown a fit if they eloped or married a stranger, you didnât. Your dad would never give you away. Your mom wouldnât wipe her tears as she heard you say your vows. So who cared what you did?
You sure as hell didnât.
âHere,â Randy said, pulling you toward a door. âThis place is supposed to be really nice.â
âOOOOOOOOH. Reeeeeeeally nice,â you said, gasping once you stepped inside.
You expected cheesy decor to smack you in the face, but instead found yourself in a luxurious entryway. Sparkles of gold lined the sleek floor and walls all the way up to the high ceilings. The art depicted landscapes you only had the pleasure of seeing in dreams. The room almost had a glow to it.
Or maybe it's the alcohol blurring my vision.
A voluptuous redhead walked through a set of doors to greet you. Her heels didnât make a sound as she glided across the floor. Glancing at Randy, you caught him adjusting the front of his pants. Was he drooling? You found it amusing rather than let it upset you.
âWelcome to the Enchanted Valley where all your dreams come true. My name is Natalia. How may I help you this evening?â
âWeâre getting married,â Randy answered, though he didnât glance at you.
âIs that so?â she asked, tilting her head as she turned her attention to you. The gold from the walls sparkled in her eyes as she waited for your confirmation.
Swaying a little, you gave her a two finger salute. âThat is so,â you answered before you added, âDo you also do annulments?â
Snorting, she gestured behind her. âBefore we get started, you must be at least 18 years old, must not be currently married, must not be kin, and Iâll need to see a government form of identification. As long as thatâs clear, youâre free to proceed with your ceremony. Do you have witnesses?"
âNo âcause my bitchy friends didnât come here. I donât even have flowers,â you said, hiccuping a little. âDonât tell them I call them that. I love them soooooooooo much.â
âThatâs just fine. Iâll ask James and Wanda if they wouldnât mind witnessing thisâŚâ Natalia tried to find the word as her eyes darted between you. âBlessed union.â
Randy followed Natalia like a lost puppy into the chapel as he struggled to get his wallet out. âYou single?â
Your eyes rolled in the back of your head. âWhy am I doing this?â you mumbled, swaying as you dug your wallet out. âWhy didnât I just get a tattoo or something?â
âBecause a ring on your finger is easier to remove than ink on your skin.â
âHoly fucking⌠fuck,â you said as you looked up. âWhere did you come from, you⌠gorgeous specimen?â
You understood why Randy practically eye-fucked Natalia since you were doing the same with the man in front of you. His steel blue eyes reflected the gold of the room the same way the redheadâs had and you were scared youâd fall into an abyss if you stared for too long. His light brown hair had to be the softest youâd ever seen. If you had to guess, he was at least 6â4â with a broad chest and shoulders and didnât have the audacity to button up his shirt.
Is his left arm made out of gold? Or is it painted gold? How drunk am I? Would Randy object to me giving this god of a man the ride of his life?
âIâm James,â he said, the timbre of his voice causing your knees to wobble as he held up a bouquet of colorful flowers. âIâll be one of the witnesses for this blessed union.â
âNothing blessed about it. I donât even know the guy. But he said heâd marry me and I said âfuck it,â you giggled, taking a step forward. Your shoe caught on nothing. Nothing. You just fell forward.
And the beautiful man caught you in his embrace.
âCareful, beautiful,â he said as he helped you stand upright and placed the flowers in your hand. His touch warmed you as he ran his hands along your bare arms. âYou would marry a stranger then? With no friends or family here?â
âYou smell really good. How do you smell so good?â You said, putting a hand on his chest with a grin. âFriends are busy and I have no family.â
His brows furrowed and you wondered how pathetic you sounded. You werenât looking for pity. âDid he give you any token of affection?â
âMmmmm. You know, he didnât. We donât have rings or anything.â
James traced a finger along your cheek. âAnd he dares to call himself a man,â he whispered, tutting when you leaned into his touch. âDoesnât seem like he's fit to marry such a delectable creature.â
Eat me up, James.
âItâs okay,â you said, hoping the sad feelings of alcohol werenât about to hit you. It sucked being alone and you knew youâd come to regret this later, but who cared about tonight? âDo you have gold streaks in your hair? Why are you so pretty? Itâs like youâre not even REAL.â
âIâm very real, beautiful,â he smiled, flashing his pearly white teeth as your cheeks got hot. âDo I have the pleasure of knowing your full name?â
âMy full name? So formal,â you teased, giving it to him without hesitation as you ran your fingers through his hair. You shouldâve asked permission before touching his soft hair. You shouldnât have touched him at all. But logic left your mind the moment you stepped into the city.
James closed his eyes as he repeated your name, making it sound erotic and sensual. You liked hearing it on his tongue. âYou will not marry him,â he whispered, opening his eyes. A ring of gold surrounded his pupils before it went away. Maybe one of the girls slipped a little something into your drink to help you relax more.
Whatever it is, I want more of it.
âTell you what,â you smiled, booping his nose with a giggle. âIf you object with good reason, I wonât marry Randy Rando. Deal?â
James smirked after a moment, a darkness clouding his eyes as he stepped back to shake your hand. âDeal.â
Before you shook it, you noticed a gold ring on the floor by his foot. Did he drop it? âIs that yours?â you said, crouching down to grab it. It wasnât very dignified how your dress rode up, but he didnât seem to mind. âHere.â
He didnât take it from you. âIt is mine, but do you not wish to keep it?â
You frowned, confused as you glanced at the band. It had some sort of lettering around the solitaire diamond that you didnât recognize. âThis isnât âfinders keepersâ. Itâs yours. Itâs nice, but itâs rude of me to take it.â
With a low hum, he accepted the ring back. âThere arenât many who would return something of value,â he said, slipping it on his right pinky finger. âYou have a giving heart.â
âOh, it⌠It was nothing,â you said, shrugging a little to hide how badly you wanted to preen at his compliment.
Iâm really acting like Iâve never seen a good looking guy before.
He kept an intense gaze on you as he slipped a hand into his pants pocket and pulled out a small stone. It wouldâve looked like a normal pebble if not for the gold speckles. âI know this may not look special, but would you take this as a token for giving my ring back?â
Whaaaaaaaat?
âUm. Yeah. Sure. Thanks,â you said, tucking the stone into your purse before you selected a flower from your bouquet. âWould you accept this from me?â you asked, wanting to do something nice.
A pleased look crossed his face as he took the flower and inhaled. Your head spun a little. Something felt different, but you couldnât put your finger on it. âThank you,â he said, running his teeth along his bottom lip as he fixed the bottom of your dress. âYou really are the most beautiful bride.â
âAnd you, James, you beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, god of a man, will make the hottest groom when you get married.â
âHey!â Randy shouted from the chapel when James opened his mouth. âWe doing this or what?â
Oh, yeah.
âWish me luck!â you said, giggling as you went through the doors and not looking back to see if he followed. âWow.â
It was as if you stepped into an enchanted forest. The colors of the room were lush and welcoming, a blend of evergreen and sage. Flickering fairy lights and flowers adorned the dark brown pues. Natalia stood in front of Randy and a slender woman you didnât recognize sat on his side of the chapel. The lights were playing tricks on you again when she looked at you, her eyes a flash of red as she smiled.
That must be Wanda. And Iâm never drinking again.
âReady?â Randy questioned when you got to the end of the aisle.
How romantic.
âYeah, I guess,â you shrugged, looping your arm with his as you held your bouquet. âTake it away, Natalia.â
âDearly beloved,â she began.
Truthfully, you didnât pay much attention to the ceremony as Natalia spoke. You didnât question that she hadnât looked at your identification card or confirmed anything else she named off. It probably wasnât a real wedding ceremony. You werenât going to be Mrs. Randy Rando.
Not when James is here. Wait, what?
âIf there are no objections,â Natalia spoke, glancing over your shoulder. âSpeak now or forever hold your peace.â
âI object,â James announced behind you, making you cover your mouth as you giggled. He did say heâd object with good reason. You wondered what heâd come up with.
âOn what grounds?â Natalia asked, smirking as if she expected him to interrupt.
âBecause sheâs my wife,â he answered.
What the hell did he just say?
âWhat?!â You laughed louder as you spun around, falling against Randy with wide eyes.
"What's wrong?" He asked, barely holding you upright.
James walked down the aisle toward you, a gold shine covering him from head to toe. Pointy ears stuck out through his hair and his eyes had a hypnotic glow as he smiled at you, his teeth sharper than before. He looked like a beautiful nightmare.
Ready to eat you up.
âYou can see me as I really am, beautiful, canât you?â He asked, a melodic lift in his tone that was both sinister and alluring. âGlamour doesnât work on mates.â
...the fuck?
âM-Mates? Weâre mates? What does that even mean?â You asked, looking at Randy for help. His eyes had a glossy glaze to them, like he wasnât seeing you. Was he in shock? Did he know what was going on? âDude, snap out of it. Look at his gold skin! And his pointy ears!â
âShe can see you,â Natalia said with pride. âCongratulations, Bucky. Youâre finally married.â
âThank you, Natasha,â James smiled, waving a hand at Randy. His nails looked sharp enough to claw through his skin. âGet rid of him. Heâs crowding my bride.â
âIâm⌠Iâm way too drunk for this,â you mumbled, your knees giving out. With unnaturaul speed, he made his way to the end of the aisle and caught you.
âHey! Thatâs myâŚâ Randy looked confused as he blinked. âWell, she's not my girlfriend, but. Huh?â
âNo, she isnât your girlfriend. Sheâs my wife. And when you wake up tomorrow, you wonât remember being here,â he said, nodding over to Wanda. âIâd wipe your memory myself, but Iâm not letting my mate go.â
âThe fuck are youâŚâ he trailed off when Wanda waved her hand, a ball of red light floating in front of his face.
âYou sleep now,â she said as the light touched his forehead, not bothering to brace his fall as he collapsed.
âWhat the hell?â You slurred as Natalia grabbed his ankles to drag him out of the chapel, Wanda on her heel.
âI wouldnât worry about him since you accepted my hand in marriage,â James said, touching your cheek with a fond smile. âIâm sorry for not courting you longer, but we didnât exactly have much time, did we?â
âWeâre not married,â you argued.
âBy Fae law, we are,â he explained as your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. Did he say Fae? âYou returned something of value to me that I dropped, which was you saying âyesâ to my marriage proposal.â
âNo,â you whispered. That couldnât be true.
âYou accepted my token of my affection, which was me pledging myself as your husband. And you gave me a token of affection in return, which was you pledging yourself as my wife.â
The stone. The flower. No. Fucking. Way.
âI donât understand,â you whimpered as he propped you up in his arms.
âI wanted a bride, so I came here. Youâd be surprised how much of my kind has infiltrated this city. We do love our realm, but your people are so easy to manipulate,â he said, gesturing to the room. âGambling, drinking, strippers, quick weddings. You just throw your hard-earned money away like itâs meaningless. Your currency goes a long way where Iâm from.â
âI want to go home,â you said as he tightened his hold on you, even stronger than he looked.
âYou didnât see me at the bar tonight, but I saw you. I knew you were destined for me,â he continued happily as if you didnât say anything. âAnd when he suggested marrying you on a whim, I made sure your friends didnât try to stop you and that your path led here. Don't worry. They're safe. I wouldn't harm them.â
Who is he? What is he?
You shook your head, surprised that you hadnât gotten sick from how your stomach turned. âIâm not your wife,â you said, trembling when his entire body began to glow.
âYou are not just my wife. You are my queen. Even if you hadnât accepted my token of affection, I wouldnât have let you marry someone whose name wasnât worth remembering. Youâre mine,â he said through his teeth, angry at you denying him before he took a breath. âMy poor bride. A woman with no family and friends who donât look out for her. You have me now. And youâll be happy by my side.â
You bit the inside of your cheek, hoping by some miracle a bit of pain would wake you up. But the creature who called himself your husband wasnât going away. âThis is a bad dream,â you whispered, as if lying to yourself would help.
âOh, my love,â he said in false comfort. âThere are no bad dreams in the Enchanted Valley. And this isnât the Vegas you know where you can simply write this off as a mistake. There is no divorce in my world. Well, your world now.â
âJames, please,â you begged as your heart pounded.
âWeâre married now, beautiful. Call me Bucky,â he smiled, smothering your protest with a kiss. Heat spread along your lips and flowed through your veins, wrapping around your heart like a vice. It was enough to suffocate you, but fate wasnât ready to claim your life yet. âNow sober up. We have a honeymoon to start.â
I couldn't tag Bucky as "fae" without giving some of the surprise away! This idea was inspired by @adayka's beautiful art here. Maybe we can revisit this new couple down the road. Love and thanks for reading! â¤ď¸
Masterlist â Bucky Barnes Masterlist â Ko-Fi
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