#here ya go mae!!

[moonstruckme]

hi Mae I have a lil fic request if u like the idea! I would love to see something with reader and Remus where may be she is James neighbor and friendly with James and she sees Remus all the time coming and going and she finally works up the courage to ask James and be like what's ur friend's name? And he's like who? And she's all blushing like ya know the super pretty one that's really tall and last week he was reading x book! I actually love that book! And James realizes she's into him and plays wingman

Thank you for your request lovely!

cw: kind of shy!reader coded

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 809 words

You answer the door, and it’s the boy from next door. 

Well, not the boy from next door. There are a few always passing in and out, and only one that you know of who actually lives there. But this is James’ friend, the one with the scars and the soft eyes. The one with the name from a fairy tale.

“Hi,” he says, “I’m Remus.” 

“Hi.” You’re spellbound for a moment before you remember to tell him your name in turn, but he doesn’t appear to notice. “What can I do for you?” 

“My friend, he lives next door…” 

“James?” 

His lips tilt. “That’s the one. He’s sent me to see if you have an egg we could borrow. Or, erm, take. I’m sure James will give you an egg in exchange once he gets some more, though.” 

Laughter bubbles easily to the surface, your stomach fizzy with nerves. This is surely a scheme. James could have come and collected his egg himself, but instead he’s sent the friend you asked him about only two days prior. You aren’t sure whether to be grateful or angry with him; it may depend on how this goes. 

“That’s okay, I can stand to give up an egg.” You go into your kitchen to fetch it. Remus follows partway, stopping at your bar counter. “Do you need something to keep it in?” 

“No, that’s alright. Have you read this?” 

You turn to find him looking at a worn out paperback, fingers skimming gently over the fold of pages. You blink. You hadn’t left that there. 

“Yeah,” you say. “It’s one of my favorites.” 

Remus looks up with interest. “Is it really? I’ve just finished it.” 

You clamp your lips together so I know can’t escape. You’d seen Remus carrying the book into James’ place when you’d been getting your mail. You’d gotten your mail twice that day just to have an excuse to talk to James about him. 

In fact, when James had come over last night—oddly, to borrow an egg then, too—you could have sworn the book was on your coffee table. And now it’s relocated to the kitchen counter. 

Maybe James Potter is more conniving than you’ve given him credit for. 

You pass Remus the egg. “What did you think of it?” 

Remus’ eyes flit up to yours, and it’s a concentrated effort to keep your knees solid underneath you. He cradles the egg carefully in his hand. “I thought it was really good,” he says. “I liked how each subplot was given its due importance.” 

“I really love that about it, too.” 

“Do you have a favorite part?” 

You duck your head, face warming. “It’s embarrassing.” 

“Oh, come on.” You can hear the smile in Remus’ voice. “We read the same book. How embarrassing can it be?” 

“I’m a romantic.” You shrug. “I liked the kiss scene best.” 

When you peek up, Remus is indeed smiling, brown eyes warm. “That’s not embarrassing,” he says. “That’s sweet. It was a good scene.” 

His gaze moves between you and the book, and you see a thoughtfulness come over his expression. Remus doesn’t strike you as the oblivious sort. He’s likely pieced together why exactly his friend sent him over here. 

But he doesn’t look upset. No, whatever’s going on with his face is a lot more pinkish and complicated. 

“Well,” he says after a moment, “thank you for the egg.” He offers you a small smile, moving towards the door. “I’m sure we’ll be seeing more of each other. James’ kitchen is never adequately stocked.” 

You grin. “I’ve gathered that.” 

Remus’ smile widens slightly, and then he’s slipping out your door, starting back for James’ place. You very carefully do not look out the window to watch him, but unfortunately (or fortunately, as the case may be) the doors in your building are thin enough that you hear everything that goes on in the hallways whether you’d like to or not. 

“Remus!” James exclaims, by the sound of it keeping his friend from re-entering his apartment. “What are you doing back so soon?” 

“You sent me to get an egg,” Remus replies drily. “It doesn’t take long.” 

“Right, but—I actually forgot. I need flour, too.” 

“What the hell do you need flour for? I thought you were making an omelet.” 

“Plans change, Moony. Go on, then.” 

“You’re going to eat this poor girl out of house and home.”

A laugh. “I think she’s alright with it.” 

Your face burns. 

“We don’t know if she has flour for you to borrow. How much do you even need?” 

“I dunno—um, two cups. Or something like that. And if she doesn’t have it, the two of you can go to the grocery!” 

“James.” 

“Just get back over there.” James’ voice rises, as though calling down the hall. “And talk to her about books!”

[thewailingbells]

Hello~~

I discovered your profile not long ago (literally yesterday) and I loved your writing. You made me more in love with Thomas Hewitt than I already am!!!

Could we have a fic where Thomas and S/O are already lovers but for some reason S/O has to leave or travel to another city for a few months and this leaves Thomas completely devastated and stressed. Even Luda Mae and Hoyt notice the change in his behavior while s/o is away and when s/o finally returns home,she has to find some way to de-stress Thomas who is dying of missing her. 😞 (No need to write NSFW if you feel uncomfortable!!!!)

(English isn't my first language so I literally translated this whole thing on google... lmao.)

Always Forever

AN: AFAB Reader. This is my first time writing smut! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Sex, nudity, fingering, rough sex, piv, creampie, general nsfw things.

“Thomas, you know I have to go.”

Your boyfriend was standing behind you, arms wrapped tightly around your torso, and his head buried into your shoulder. Your words only made him squeeze you tighter.

“Tommy, I need to go see my family. They miss me, and I promised I would visit them for the week! I wanted you to come with me; you know that, but Hoyt said no.

He sighed, knowing you were right. His uncle needed him to stay home and take care of the house. God knows what would happen if Tommy wasn’t around.

Since you started dating him, there hasn’t been a day when you two were apart. Thomas didn’t want to let you go, but he knew he had to. He spent the rest of your time together, following you around as you packed your bags. Noon came quicker than you expected, signaling it was time for you to go.

You said your goodbyes to Luda, Hoyt, and Charlie as you walked out the door. Tommy was already outside, having carried your bags to the car. Once all of your luggage was neatly packed up, you smiled at him. You pulled him into a tight hug before kissing him. “I love you. I promise I’ll be back.”

You got inside your car and smiled at him. With that, you drove off. Tommy waited until your car was nowhere in sight to go back into the house.

“Tommy,” Hoyt said, “How’s it feel now that your bitch is gone?”

Thomas ignored his words and stomped down into the basement. He could hear the sound of bickering between Hoyt and Luda Mae, most likely due to Hoyt’s crass language.

Tommy wasn’t sure how long it had been since he had been in the basement. He just kept chopping and chopping and chopping the animal meat laid in front of him. He had been cutting meat for years now, to the point where he didn’t even have to think about it.

“Tommy! Tommy! Get up here now,” Luda Mae shouted. His mother’s voice awoke him from his thoughts. He walked up the stairs. Luda Mae looked at her boy with sad eyes. “Tommy. You’ve been in the basement for six hours. It’s time to stop now, sweetheart. Come on, let’s get you some food and water.”

The next few days, Thomas would go to work at the crack of dawn and come home hours after the sun had set. When he came home, he would wait by the door for a few moments. He thought that maybe you would have come back early, but you didn’t.

The week had gone by. You had promised him you would be back home on Monday by one o’clock in the afternoon. Thomas believed you. Why wouldn’t he? However, it became harder and harder to believe you as the hours on the clock ticked by. Tommy sat by the front door. Watching. Waiting.

Hoyt sighed and came up behind Tommy. He placed his hand on his shoulder. “Boy, I don’t know how to tell ya this, but I don’t think she’s coming back.”

Thomas’s eyes grew wide. He shook his head. You were coming back. He knew it.

“Thomas, it’s six o’clock. She said she'd be home by one. I don’t see her anywhere. Do you?”

Tommy placed his head in his hands. He wished Hoyt wouldn’t say things like that. Things that were not true. But then again, Tommy had never been the brightest. Maybe you never loved him. Maybe this was the perfect opportunity for you to escape from him. When Thomas was about to spiral into distress, he heard a car door slamming.

Thomas jumped out of his chair and rushed to the door. He opened it with such force that it nearly flew off the hinges. That’s when he saw it—your car in the driveway. He ran towards it.

You quickly stepped out of your car, beautiful as ever. You smiled when you saw him. “Tommy! I’m so sorry I’m late. I was-” Your sentence was cut off when Thomas picked you up off the ground and pulled you into the tightest hug you’ve ever experienced. You tried to wiggle out, worrying his grip was too tight, but you gave into the hug and snuggled against him. You knew he needed this.

Eventually, he put you down on the ground. “Tommy, I told you I would be back. I’d never leave you. I love you so much. I’m sorry if I made you worry.”

He didn’t say anything. He leaned down and kissed you. It was rough and passionate. Before it escalated, he threw you over his shoulder and brought you inside.

Hoyt smiled at the sight of you. “Well, would you look at that? She came back! Luda was right,” he muttered to himself.

Thomas brought you upstairs to his bedroom. He threw you on the bed and quickly pinned you down. Your faces were inches away from each other. The room was silent except for the sounds of both of you panting.

Tommy gently cupped your breast. He looked at you with pleading eyes.

You nodded. “Go ahead. Do whatever you want to me, Tommy.”

He immediately got to work, his movements faster than usual. Normally, he would take his time with you. Not today, though.

He roughly grabbed the waist of your pants and yanked them down. You let out a squeak in surprise. He grabbed both of your wrists in one of his large hands, keeping them suspended above your head. He balled your t-shirt up in one of his fists before forcefully tugging it up. He released his grip, allowing you to slide it off.

Tommy let out a desperate whine at the sight of your body. You were dressed in white lace lingerie. It was nothing much; it was very simplistic, looking like it could pass for a normal pair of undergarments. Despite that, Tommy nearly came in his pants at the sight of you.

He leaned down and nestled his face in the crook of your neck. He aligned his clothed cock with your clothed pussy. He began to desperately hump you. Tommy felt shameful; you could tell by the way he hid his face. Never in his life had he been this desperate for anything. He wanted, no, he needed to be close to you in any way. He had to show you how much he loved you.

A breathy moan fell from your lips. “Tommy, Tommy, calm down. I can take care of you.” You began to sit up. He pushed the middle of your chest, causing you to fall back onto the bed. You sighed, knowing he wanted to do everything himself today.

He pulled your panties to the side, exposing your pussy. He ran his thick fingers up against your lips to feel your wetness. He roughly put one of his fingers inside of you, causing you to throw your head back and moan in pleasure. He would usually give you time to adjust to it, but not today. Today, he immediately shoved his second finger inside your hole as well. Your back arched as he roughly finger-fucked you harder than ever before. Tommy then put his thumb on your clit, gently circling it.

Once he felt your walls begin to stretch for him, he removed his fingers. You whined in annoyance. Thomas unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. It was rock hard and dripping with precum. He aligned himself with your hole and then fully bottomed out in one swift movement.

You mewled in pleasure. “Tommy! Fuck, Tommy~”

He immediately began to roughly pound into you. The feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around his cock drove him crazy. Your moans got louder and louder, not caring who heard them.

He reached down to toy with your clit, bringing you so close to the edge. You grabbed the blankets on the bed.

Tommy was so close. He needed to come so badly. You looked at him with lustful eyes. “I love you~ cum for me. Cum for me, Tommy.”

With one particular rough thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came. He let out a deep moan as his seed began to fill you up. Thomas nearly collapsed on top of you. He grabbed your waist and flipped you onto him, his cock still deep inside you. Your entire body was pressed tightly against him. He wrapped his hands around your smaller frame to keep you in place.

Once you had calmed down, you sighed contently. You reached up and pushed some of his hair out of his face. “I told you I would come back, didn’t I?”

[samalong1]

How you get slashers to do the dishes

Ft jason voorhees brahms heelshire sawyer brothers Thomas hewitt Freddy krueger pinhead yautja and Beetlejuice

Jason voorhees

He was raised to be a good boy and help with household chores

He probally woudnt automatically do them without you he woudnt give cleanliness a 2nd thought

But you fluttering your eyelashes and asking him please will get him on it

Pls don't yell at him to do it he'll still do them but he'll get all scared

Probally likes doing them with you reminding him of helping his mom with the dishes makes him feel nostalgic

Would wear a frilly apron if you ask nicely

Brahms heelshire

Much harder

Spoiled boy

You don't ask him you make him

Won't throw a tamptrum but he'll be all huffy and moody

Do it with it ask him to help you and praise him for being so helpful

If you withhold kisses or affection for not doing them then he'll throw a tamptrum

Won't wear the frilly apron

Freddy krueger

Your dreaming and banging the dude in control of your dreams and you dream of dirty dishes

If it's some weird household domestic fantasy he'd still give you the side eye

Judges you for dreaming of dirty dishes

Hit em with a broom if you really want him to

Don't even try with the frilly apron

Nubbins sawyer

Don't he'd smash them while laughing then ask if he did good

Probably would wear the frilly apron for a second before ripping it off

Bubba

Please don't he's clumsy and will break them and then turn to you looking like a sad puppy that he failed you

Pls make him wear the frilly apron

He'd wear it even if you didn't mention ot

He may be shit at chores but loves wearing the apron and makeup mask pretending to be your housewife while giggling and stimming happy to have fun like this

Chop top

He'd just tap his head and go "still got a nice clean playe here" and walk off proud of his joke

Drayton sawyer

This old cranky man already running a buisness,making sure his younger brothers don't get them caught or do some stupid bullshit,cooked all the food,and making sure things run smoothly

He'd bring up how hard he works and how he had to raise three boys on his own after grandpa got to old how hard he works to keep the lights on

He won't even be guiltiling you after a bit he'd just be ranting and venting like your his therapist

After he got all that off his chest he'd just yell at you to stop being lazy and how everyone has their work and they better do it

He doesn't care your smooching him

Pls get him therapy

Thomas hewitt

Luda mae does the dishes anyway

You probally do aswell to contribute to the house since hoyt won't let ya laze around

But if you want help just tell him how much they piled out and how it's overwhelming and he'll help he won't do it on his own

If you want to give luda mae a break just tell hik how hard she's working to support everyone and how caring she is and how much she'd love it if her baby boy did the dishes and he'd be at the sink quickly

Woudnt wear the apron don't even ask

Pinhead

Your fucking a cenobite you probably aren't in any landscape that has a kitchen with dirty dishes

Beetlejuice

If he wants anything like you to say his name or do some weird sex thing just be like "hmm I dunno you haven't really helped out lately" or how your to busy with the dishes for it

If he still refuses just whack him with a broom

You can get him to wear a apron by wracking him with the broom

Yautja

New to Ooman chores

The dishes are so tiny against his hands

He'd break them and then get frustrated je isn't doing his precious ooman's task correctly

He'd break a few dishes and then either rage or sulk

Possibly get him to wear a frilly apron

[itsallyscorner]

Coffee Talk | H.S

pairing: boyfriend!Harry x fem!reader

warnings: it’s supposed to be like a podcast episode so it’s a little long and has a lot of dialogue—just did some experimenting, lmk what you guys think :)

overview: Harry is a guest on your podcast.

a/n: Clearly, I’ve been listening/watching a lot of podcasts. I just like hearing people talk. Reader’s co-host, Mable, is inspired by Selena Gomez <3

Coffee Talk Ep. 96: (Y/n)‘s Boyfriend, Hobama, and Marriage

“Hello friends and welcome back to another episode of Coffee Talk! I’m your host, (Y/n), and I hope you are all doing well!” You waved at the camera doing your usual intro.

You did a drumroll with your hands on the table and continued, “Now, we have an exciting episode for you guys today. You have been asking—basically begging—for us to get this person on the pod and it’s finally happening today! So grab a blanket, get some snacks, and get comfortable, because this is gonna be a fun one!”

The video cuts to your co-host, Mable, who is sitting across from you on a loveseat.

“I feel like we should build the tension before we tell them who it is.” Mabel chimes in, stirring her Starbucks cup (whose label has been covered since you guys aren’t sponsored by Starbies).

“That was a really good segue for Roll Call, Mae.” You pointed out, calling her by her nickname.

“I gotchu, babe.” Mable assured you, throwing a wink in your direction. You laughed and adjusted your legs up on the couch you were on, “Right, so obviously, we have Mable across from me. How are ya, Mae? What’s the coffee order today?”

Mable smiled at you and crossed her legs, “Well since you asked so kindly. I’m doing very great this morning (y/n/n) and I have a caramel macchiato today.”

The video then cuts to Ryland who had a “bitch please” look on his face, “Mable’s only happy because she got laid last night.”

“RYLAND!” Mable screamed in shock, the video cutting to her reaction. The room erupted with laughter as she flipped him off and let empty threats stumble out of her lips at Ryland.

“YOU LITERALLY TEXTED IT IN THE GROUP CHAT!” Ryland stressed, leaning over the table to get closer to Mable. The video moved to you taking a long sip of your coffee while a familiar tattooed arm rested behind you on the couch.

“Clearly, the energy is through the roof today in the pod—we’ll probably get to Mable’s sex life in a bit.” You paused, smirking at your friend, “But back to roll call, we’ve got Ryland on cameras and sound. Ryland, how are you pookie?”

Ryland posed at the camera in front of him and waved wildly at it, “I’m doing swell stinkabutt.”

“What’s your coffee order today—actually Ryland doesn’t have coffee today, he has juice.” You explained to your listeners. Ryland held up his green juice, “Yeah, I’m on a juice cleanse everyone. Me and Sean are going to Aruba in a few weeks and I refuse to work out, so I’m drinking juice instead.”

“You look great Ry.” A voice off camera chimed in. The voice had a distinct accent that could only belong to a specific someone. Ryland smiled at the person, “Thanks Ha—wait I was just about to spoil who it was.” He immediately clasped his hand over his mouth with wide eyes.

“Y’know what, we’ve made you guys wait long enough.” You sighed before continuing, “Our guest is very special to me. He’s a recent Grammy winner, one of the biggest artists in the world, and he happens to be my boyfriend; please welcome to the pod mister Harry Styles!” You cheered, causing everyone in the room to clap. The video finally cut to Harry who was sat next you on a blush pink couch nursing a pastel yellow mug.

Harry adorable scrunched his nose and waved at you all bashfully, “Oh, stop it.”

“How does it feel to be on the pod, Harry?” You asked, turning your body towards him. Harry nodded and looked around the room, “I’m happy to be here, love, thanks f’having me. Also, I like what you’ve guys done to our shed, s’very comfy.”

“I totally forgot we were in your shed.” Ryland chuckled.

“Oh yeah, to everyone listening or watching, we’ve been filming this podcast in Harry and (Y/n)’s backyard.” Mable explained to the audience with a chuckle.

“It’s not a problem honestly, I’m glad you guys are getting some use out of it.” Harry assured you all as he glanced at the decorations around the room. There was an old school looking blush couch in the center of the room, which was across from a burnt mustard colored love seat. While the walls were painted a darker shade of matcha green with fairy lights strung along it.

Harry was seen glancing at the rug as he toed at it with his socked foot. “Where’d y’get the rug?” He asked you.

You peeked at said rug, “Your mom picked it out when she was helping me furniture shop here.” Harry’s mouth made an ‘o’ shape as he leaned back into the cushion, one of his legs crossed beneath him and the other hung off the couch.

“So Harold, what’s the coffee order today?” You motioned to his coffee. He proudly held the yellow mug up and smiled at the camera, “I’ve got my usual black coffee, courtesy of my lovely girlfriend.”

The camera panned to you hiding behind your Starbucks cup trying to hide your heated cheeks.

“And what do you have today, love?” Harry returned the question, naturally fitting into the conversation. You looked at the label on your cup, “I have my usual coffee order—H actually went out on a coffee run for me and Mable, so thank you bubs.” You answered, the corners of your mouth quirked up.

“They make me sick.” Ryland fake gagged.

“Aren’t you also in a relationship?” Mable narrowed her eyes at him. Ryland rolled his eyes at her, “Yeah, but they make me sick in a good way, like the wholesomeness is just too much.”

“What the fuck..”

Harry grinned at Ryland, “Y’gonna be fuckin’ puking by the time we’re done then.”

The camera cut to Mable smirking at you, “I find it so weird how you’re being so quiet.”

“Me?” You pointed at yourself amusingly. Harry glanced at you and visibly scooted closer to you. The sound of equipment being moved can be heard over the audio since Harry attempted to discreetly move his mic stand next to yours.

“Yes ma’am.” Mable nodded. You placed your cup on the round coffee table beside you.

“I don’t know why, but it just settled in that this is us, kind of like hard launching our relationship to the public.” You softly answered, hands fiddling with your (Harry’s) loose knitted sweater.

“But everyone knows you guys are together.” Ryland stated, confusion etched on his features. Harry rose his hand to answer. You giggled at him and nudged his arm, “You don’t need to raise your hand to speak, hun.”

“Sorry.” He shook his head.

“Don’t be.” You chuckled, allowing Harry to continue. “Everyone knows, but we haven’t been very public, y’know? We like keeping things between us. Like, this is the most public we’ve ever been.” He gestures to you guys sitting beside each other.

You chimed in jokingly, “Yeah, this is our first time sitting next to each other—like ever.”

Harry nodded along, “I’m shitting m’pants right now.” He stated, causing a few chuckles in the room.

“How much persuasion did it take for (Y/n) to get you on the pod?” Mable asked Harry, sipping her coffee. Harry’s brows furrowed as he stared at the ceiling.

“Not much. She asked and I was like—yeah, I’m down.” He answered, shrugging his shoulders for emphasis. You chuckled at him and added, “He’s forgetting the part when he admitted that he’s been waiting for me to ask him to guest star.”

“Have you really been waiting?” Ryland questioned your boyfriend. Harry’s brows raised as he exclaimed, “Yes! I bloody have! You guys literally had my sister on here before me!”

You all laughed at his slight frustration, “I swear it wasn’t on purpose!” The camera cuts to you and Harry, your hand squeezing his knee.

“Wait so did you guys meet through Harry’s sister?” Mable asked you both, she then was quick to add, “If you guys don’t mind me asking!”

You waved her off to assure her it was fine.

“We met through his stylist Harry Lambert.” You began before pointing to the camera, “Shout out to Lamby by the way!” Harry followed suit and instead waved at the camera with a lopsided grin.

“Anyway, Lamby and I know each other through work. We’re under the same company and we do similar things, etc. One day he invited me to come out to one of H’s shows, I didn’t have anything better to do, so I decided to go.”

“We met before the show though, remember?” Harry gently interjected, using his arm behind you to tap your shoulder. You nodded, “Yeah we did, I was fortunate enough to meet him before he went out on stage and we got on really well—“

You looked at Harry, “We probably spent about five minutes talking, right?”

“Yeh, it was pretty quick. I don’t know if you felt it at first, but like—Y’know that feeling when you kinda just know a person is gonna have some kind of impact on y’life?” Harry wondered aloud, hands waving around to try and get his point across. Mable and Ryland nodded, making sounds of agreement.

“It was like that and I thought about it the entire time I was on stage. After that everything seemed to fall into place and the rest was history.” Harry finished, smacking his hand on his leg. Ryland was the first to speak, “So after the concert did you try to always come up with an excuse to go to his shows or did you try to persuade Harry Lambert to invite (Y/n) more often?” Ryland pointed between the couple in front of him.

You and Harry stared at each other, his brow raised at you while your eyes squinted at his. Harry stuck his pointer finger out, “Well I got her number after, so I didn’t have to make any excuses for her to be at my shows. I’d invite her, she’d come and watch, then we would hang out after. Sometimes when we were in the same place, we would meet up too.”

“I’m assuming this went on for months?” Mable looked between you and Harry.

“Yeah, but the thing is, he was touring and I was working. So we had to be in different places all the time.” You clarified. Harry picked off where you left, “We managed to make it work though, I don’t think either of us were going to give up that easily.”

The video caught you and Harry gazing into each other’s eyes momentarily.

“Absolutely.” You agreed, scrunching your nose at him, similar to what he did earlier. Mable pouted at the two of you, “You guys are so cute.”

Harry quietly thanked her as he situated himself on the couch again. While Mable and Ryland gushed about how much you guys were “goals”, the famous singer got even more comfortable on the couch. He placed his mug down and leaned his body against your side, he softly took your arm and held it against his chest so you were holding him. He leaned the mic lower so it was closer to him and was mindful of where his feet was to avoid bumping his mug on the floor.

“I’m just curious, but what are like the weirdest rumors have you guys heard about yourselves?” Ryland asked, moving the conversation along.

“I don’t have any.” Mable shrugged.

“Maybe that guy last night can share some, should we call him?” You sang, jokingly pulling out your phone. Mable groaned and slapped her forehead with her palm, “I hate the both of you.”

“I’ve heard stuff about us, but I really think this rumor would be more fun to talk about.” You pondered. Harry shifted his head on your chest to look up at you, “Wha’ rumor?”

The corner of your lip turned into a smirk as you simply said, “Hobama.”

Harry suddenly threw his head back and bursted out laughing.

“Like President Obama?” Ryland screamed in shock, his brows raised to his forehead.

“I honestly don’t know how it started. It randomly popped up on the tabloids and followed me around for years—till this day, might I add!” Harry tried to clarify.

“I feel like it got even worse when Graham asked you about it.” You chuckled, fingers mindlessly playing with Harry’s brunette curls.

“What did Graham ask?” Mable leaned towards the couple.

“He asked if it was true that I had a sexual relationship or affair with Obama—I knew they were gonna ask me about it prior to the show being filmed. But at the time I was like fuck it and just went along w’it.” Harry started, “I didn’t know that it would become an actual thing.” He deadpanned, sending a look at the camera.

“Have there been any Hobama signs at any of your recent shows?” Ryland squinted his eyes at Harry.

“Not a one.” Harry paused, “But after this episode airs, I wouldn’t be surprised if I see a couple in the crowds.”

Mable crossed her arms, “Your shows are very interesting—in a good way—of course.”

“Thank you.” Harry grinned, “Yeh, we’ve got a lot of things going on. Every night it’s like a giant sleep over with a bunch of friends. We sing songs, we dance—“

“Trauma dumping!” Ryland interjected excitedly. Harry gestured to the man opposite him, “Right, we do therapy sessions.”

“Don’t forget the gender reveals, proposals, and helping them come out.” You continued to list, Harry nodding his head at every thing you said.

“Harry’s like a Swiss Army knife, he just does everything.” Mable joked. Ryland sighed and rested his chin in his palm, “You’re so talented.”

“You’re better at controlling cameras and all the sound equipment than me.” Harry acknowledged, raising a brow at him. Ryland snapped his finger at the Brit, “You’re so right, thank you, Harry.”

Harry placed his hand on his heart, “I gotcha man.” You then raised your hand, catching Harry’s attention, “Yes, m’love?”

“Can I just say how proud I am of you and like how insanely successful the tour has been?” You sat up, making Harry sit up as well. He remained close to you, wrapping his arm back around your shoulder. Though your statement made him pout at you, “Y’make my heart feel fuzzy.”

Mable and Ryland audibly awed at the both of you.

“No! Like seriously, it makes me so proud to see how much of a safe space your concert is to all you fans and anyone who steps foot into those shows.” You placed your hand on his tattooed arm and gave it a small squeeze. “I don’t think you realize how much of an impact you make on people’s lives, like we all appreciate you so much and I just wanted to remind you of that.” You shrugged, shrinking into your own shoulders.

“C’mere.” Harry said dragging out his words as he pulled you into a hug, this time he held you and your head was tucked into the crook of his neck. Instead of letting you go, Harry helped you get comfortable in his arms.

“While we’re at it, I just wanted to say how much fun I’m having right now. Thank you guys for having me” Harry gestured to Mable and Ryland across from him then turned to you, “And thank you to you for allowing me to be in your workspace and sharing it with me. You’ve always supported me throughout everything and now I finally get to support you and your craft, so thank you for trusting me to be here.”

Now it was your turn to pout, though there was a twinkle in you eye, “Thank you, H.” You hummed as Harry pecked your temple.

“I’m rooting so hard for you guys, you have no idea.” Mable said from her seat, the camera cut to Ryland who agreed.

“Yeh, I guess we like each other a lot.” Harry joked. You smiled softly at him.

“I don’t wanna intrude but is there a possible wedding in the future?” Ryland asked. It was silent between you and Harry, the both of you staring at each other before answering.

“I think so, I have some pretty high hopes.” You answered. Harry made a sound of agreement, “I think when everything calms down we’ll figure it out, but without a doubt it’s definitely in the cards.”

Harry let out a small chuckle and added, “Let me release the fourth album and then I’ll put a ring on it.”

The camera cut to you blushing with wide eyes, clearly taken off guard by your boyfriend’s comment. Mable and Ryland were quick to react, sending you teasing looks and screaming “oooo”.

The corner of Harry’s mouth lifted into a smirk, turning his head to look at you he asked, “How’s that sound?”

You scrunched your nose (adorably, Harry might add) and pretended to put some thought into it.

“Sounds like a plan, but on one condition.”

Harry’s brows raised as he waited for you to continue.

“You have to release Medicine.” You said, Harry caught on to your banter and feigned an annoyed sigh, “Babe, we’ve talked about this.”

“Fine, then can we get a puppy?”

“Of course we can, darling, we’ll have one by tomorrow morning.” Harry jested, sounding incredibly posh.

You turned to the camera apologetically and spoke directly to your boyfriend’s fans, “Sorry guys, I tried.”

Though in reality, you knew that Harry would release Medicine in a heartbeat if you asked him to.

[onthewaytosomewhere]

so remember this post that @0npurpose made last week

welll that tagfic that i rambled there became a thing after my dear @thighzp gave me that lil 'so ur gonna write this, right?' nudge

so for all the peeps that were all i woud so totally read that here it is

and to my dearest @softboynick - Leeks happy bday!! - hope ya like ur bday fic

Alex has been riding horses since he was old enough to hold himself steady in a saddle. It’s not just a skill but a defining trait—people have been calling him a cowboy his whole life, like it’s stitched into his DNA. His mother, the governor of Texas, always envisioned her son following in her footsteps into politics, but Alex knew better. From the first time he felt the rhythm of a horse beneath him, he knew this was his life—he was going to have his ass in a saddle forever. Alex took his turn on the rodeo circuit and worked on his fair share of ranches—wherever there was a horse to ride, Alex was there. OR trampstamp cowboy ACD (as this was called on my doc) meets and rides Henry fic

[mirrorball-leclerc]

track 005. jugaste y sufrí

─── ❝ yo ya no quiero sufrir, quiero ser feliz ❞ ───

masterlist // previous // next

lando norris so i guess oscar unknowingly became a dad??

ollie bearman why is that where you brain immediately goes?

mae jones his brain needs to be studied under a microscope.

checo perez can i leave now?

dulce perez si yo tengo que sufrir tú también tío! checo perez ya me voy. daniel jones-ricciardo unless austin shows up in texas or vegas. checo perez mierda.

fernando alonso sergio! there are children here!

bailey winters have any of you tried locking them in a closet?

penelope trevino hmm. that might work.

ollie bearman what she needs is therapy. sebastian literally said she was afraid of falling in love. AUSTIN MADE HER CRY IN MIAMI!

arthur leclerc she would've cried over anything. she's an emotional person.

dulce perez have you see the group picture? max verstappen she was crying over tangled.

daphne jones-ricciardo i cry over tangled too. it's a beautiful movie.

pierre gasly that's because you are rapunzel and daniel is flynn rider.

arthur leclerc but yes, she does need therapy.

logan sargeant has anyone seen oscar? we were supposed to meet up for lunch?

oscar piastri i forgot sorry. logan sargeant YOU DITCHED ME?

max verstappen go have lunch with zoya or something.

zoya torres what the fuck? why are you signing me up for things? max verstappen if you show up one more time to my apartment crying over your ex and hoping to steal my cats were going to have problems. zoya torres it was only twice. mae jones it's been 7, he started keeping track. there is a board on our fridge and everything.

dulce perez hey, you know who else is missing?

daniel ricciardo-jones SHUT UP!

ollie bearman she's with me!

isabella perez i am not missing dulce! i told tio checo where i was going

logan sargeant oh it must be nice to not get ditched by your friends. i wouldn't know BECAUSE OSCAR'S A TRAITOR!

oscar piastri how exactly is it my fault that thing 1 and thing 2 showed up at my hotel room at 6:30 in the morning and dragged me out to breakfast?

ollie bearman you're lucky it was 6:30 isa dragged me out of bed at 6. isabella perez WE LITERALLY MADE PLANS THE NIGHT BEFORE OLIVER!

fernando alonso i was unaware isabella and oscar had acquired a grid child

oscar piastri bella has a grid child not me. i don't want him ollie bearman you're a horrible father. ollie bearman i hope you dnf in monaco oscar piastri i'm not your dad! ollie bearman good. i wouldn’t want you as my father. you’re horrible and you suck! isabella perez oh great, now you've made him sad oscar!

oscarpiastri, isabellaperez, and olliebearman posted new stories

i'm going to die with her behind the wheel. that smile is plotting murder. what is it with drivers and showing up in team gear to everything? they will also sleep anywhere, as shown by ollie. i feel like i'm interrupting something.

alex albon did you or did you not go out on a date with oscar?

isabella perez no, i did not go out on a date with oscar.

george russell i call bullshit! i saw ollie’s story! esteban ocon i agree.

charles leclerc wasn’t she out with oscar and ollie? how is that a date?

pierre gasly aww a family date! isabella perez i’m going to murder you gasly

natalia ruiz boys, leave her alone.

isabella perez it wasn’t a date! ollie was there!

alex albon which means if ollie wasn’t there it totally would’ve been a date

lewis hamilton when will the day come where all of you learn to mind your own business?

pierre gasly pretty much never

mae jones isa, it was a fucking date if i’ve ever seen one. trust me on this one.

isabella perez yes, i'll take advice from the people who had a fwb relationship, a situationship, and someone who broke up with her ex because she was afraid.

isabella perez really the only one's who should be giving me advice are esteban, george, alex, and lewis.

pierre gasly you're mean sometimes.

mae jones and for the record i wasn't afraid!

alex albon explain things i wish you said? charles leclerc or you're losing me? esteban ocon or exile? mae jones OKAY I GET IT!

sooo, how'd the date go?

it wasn't a date logan.

oh sure and ollie wasn't third wheeling the two of you.

he wasn't?

MY BROTHER IN CHRIST HAVE YOU SEEN HIS STORY?? YOU ARE IN L-O-V-E!!

how can i be in love?? i barely know her

okay, fine, you have a crush on her.

no, i don't.

yes, you do. i know you pastry!

you don't know shit. i don't have a crush on her.

oscar, either i'm fucking blind or you're stupid but you, my australian friend, have a massive crush on her.

fuck off

no, i don't

sure buddy, and i'm not from miami

but you are?

exactly my point.

logan sargeant he's got the l-word

lando norris leprosy??

daniel jones-ricciardo how the fuck did your mind go to leprosy?

lando norris bailey and i watched ice age last night.

bailey winters max, you're performance in that movie was amazing

max verstappen i will take lando out.

pierre gasly the way his season's going he'll take himself out first. lando norris literally fuck you gasly. i know you and esteban are going to take each other out at least once this season.

logan sargeant OSCAR'S IN LOVE!!

arthur leclerc WITH WHO?? logan sargeant i cannot believe that sentence just came out of your brain.

dulce perez my sister i assume??

logan sargeant well, it's more like a crush but that counts right??

daphne jones-ricciardo and you came to this conclusion how?

logan sargeant denial is always the first sign, no?

carlos sainz it is like lando when he said he wasn't in love with bailey! lando norris we are not talking about me.

isabellaperez posted a new story

paddock dad isabella, are you okay?

super max are you depressed? honey badger did austin call again?

duckling i'm okay. i think.

duckling i'm feeling things. i don't know if they're good or bad.

paddock dad therapy helps. duckling so i've heard.

super max good things or bad things?

duckling I DON'T KNOW!!

duckling feels are hard. i don't want them anymore.

paddock dad sorry kid, you're stuck with them forever. duckling SEB! MAKE THEM GO AWAY!! paddock dad i can't isa. you have to face them.

duckling here's a thought, what if i don't? i could ignore them, they'll go away eventually.

super max you've already tried that isa. it's not working out that great for you.

honey badger already tried that kiddo. maybe it's time to talk to someone?

duckling i'll call my mom!

paddock dad that's better than one of us.

isabellaperez posted new stories

my mother won't answer the phone, who's more important than me?? her baby?? her pride and joy??

nothing like a good ole lana song to cry too.

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[angelsndragons]

so i've heard some people arguing against saving minrathous because 'well it just gets blighted at the endgame anyway' like besties let me tell you something -

endgame minrathous is blighted with what remains of ghilly's blight, not the blight at full strength. it doesn't have her creative/regenerative power because she's dead. we see this with the taken companion whose blight is removed after we defeat elgar'nan, the one thing keeping that blight stable and viable.

we see that the only things left are the tendrils, which are gonna need some hacking, slashing, and burning to remove but overall minrathous gets off light here.

especially since it's mostly high town/rich areas that get blighted in the endgame where the poor districts are blighted earlier. just saying, they'll make blight removal a priority there.

which brings me to my other point: 'oh they have a big fuck off laser, they'll be fine' besties did you forget all the demons you had to kill at the dock town level in the prologue??? no fuck off laser in sight

did you also forget that said fuck off laser is powered by the national government?

ya know, the government that's failing people because of the backstabbing, infighting, corruption, and literal assassination of rivals? the people spending their time destroying the lucerni party instead of doing literally anything useful??

yeah, you know that thing, the thing the venatori actively coups and takes over during the attack? the people with the fuck off laser were too busy dealing with the people using the dragon attack as cover for their literal coup. neve tells you this is what is going on.

aka big fuck off laser is off the board and the game tells you this.

'oh but it doesn't seem as bad-' you're handing the military and magical might of the one country capable of fighting the antaam (which it is currently doing, i might add) over to the antaam's allies and the gods which began the whole blood magic mess.

if edgar and ghilly were any kinds of smart, the tevinter+antaam alliances plus their blight should have overrun the continent in weeks. these are highly trained militaries with tech and power the rest of thedas cannot match (nevarra, you're the ones who give them a shot).

sure a lot of venatori are killed by the end of the game. but not all of them. and certainly not their families who automatically claim their seats upon said deaths. and there's no mechanism to keep them out. that's part of the problem!

that's why mae wants to go public with all the shit recovered from lenos- because while it's a long shot, that's the way you throw the venatori and their supporting family members out of the magisterium for good.

if you save treviso, you are dooming minrathous and tevinter to another two, three generations minimum of magisterium backstabbing, infighting, and assassinations while the people go unserved. dorian might be able to hold things together while he's alive, what's going to happen when he dies? when the only system of change that's ever worked is assassination, blackmail, and mutual destruction?

[cherrysurf]

Metanoia | Atsumu Miya X Reader

chapter 6; ditto

as you walk into the cafe you’re greeted by atsumu at a table with his laptop open and a pastry next to it, you see him smile at you and stand up “hey yn” he says as he goes in for a hug, you’re shocked a bit because you weren’t expecting that nonetheless you hug him back “hey atsumu, ima grab and matcha and something to eat and then we can start on the assignment ok?” you say looking up at him as you set your things down on the table “cool sounds good” he says smiling sitting back down. You’ve both been sitting down for a bit talking about daily things and college classes, “okay let’s actually start on the assignment you had trouble with” you say “mmh okay” he says pulling up the assignment. Thankfully it was one you had did last semester so you already had the assignment on your laptop to show him “wait i did this last semester here you can just copy but make it seem like you did it obviously” you say laughing a bit “dude what no way, i wonder if you have any of my other assignments it would make this class so easy” he says as he’s writing down what he saw from your laptop. You honestly had hoped he didn’t invite you just to do this assignment but i guess it was kinda foolish to think so, i mean atsumu going after you? plus even if that was the case he wasn’t looking for anything serious, and as of recent that’s all that you seemed to crave something serious and real, and maybe you just wanted it to be him. “you good?” atsumu says snapping you out of your thoughts, “yeah im fine just lost n thought” you say looking back at him “oh well i got the assignment down thanks for that, but hey i gotta get going my volleyball practice is in an hour” he says nervously “oh okay. i should get going too i have some stuff to work on anyways” you say dismissively “well ill see ya around yn” he says waving you off with a smile, you wave back goodbye and then all of a sudden you feel your phone buzz

-what a plot twist folks 🙂‍↕️

-hope yall enjoy this bc it’s abt to get GOOOD.

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[utapri-translations-uuuu]

Makoto ni Tsuki Michite - Lyrics + Translation (誠に月満ちて)

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Kanji:

(掲げよ 生き様を)

【Ei】 退く者は皆　刃に掛けよう

【Va】 英雄になれずとも

(構わない)

【Ya】 目の前の日常を　守り抜くため

【Va】 平和な世を創る

(懸命に)

【Ej】 蕾のまま枯らせはしない

【Sh】 命など 惜しみなく賭して

【Ng】 貫き通せよ 士道

【Ki】 本懐を遂げるために

【All】 いざ往け

【All】 (此処に) 泥臭く舞う

(嗚呼) 今宵は新月

(嗚呼) 悲願を告げる

(嗚呼) 一途に

(応) 遠く果てない

(嗚呼) 未来を求め

(嗚呼) 信じた道へ

(嗚呼) 切っ先を向け

光は見えずとも

七彩の正義たちが　足元を照らすだろう

【Ei】 互いに語り合った夢は褪せずに

【Va】 憧れが連れ立った

(志)

【Ya】 誰一人逃がさねぇ 悪には天罰を

【Va】 誠は不滅だと

(指し示せ)

【Ej】 邪魔する者は誰だろうと

【Sh】 容赦なく斬り捨てるまで

【Ng】 この目で確かめたい

【Ki】 後ろ指さされようと

【All】 理想郷を

【All】 (幾度) 稽古に励み

(嗚呼) 競い合うように

(嗚呼) 駆け抜けた日々

(嗚呼) ひたすらに

(応) 燃ゆる残陽

(嗚呼) 期待ではなく

(嗚呼) 信じていよう

(嗚呼) 満ちる月を

明日もまた同じ横顔を見たいと願う

倒れても這い上がれ

【All】 (集え) 浅葱を纏い

(鳴呼) 死をも恐れぬ

(鳴呼) 覚悟で挑む

(嗚呼) 再ひ

(応) 相まみえるは

(鳴呼) 地獄だろうか

(時呼) それも一興

(鳴呼) 縁固く

散りゆく刹那まで誇り高く在りたいと

背中を預け合って

Rōmaji:

(Kakageyo ikizama o)

【Ei】 Shirizoku mono wa mina yaiba ni kakeyō

【Va】 Eiyū ni narezu tomo

(Kamawanai)

【Ya】 Me no mae no nichijō o mamorinuku tame

【Va】 Heiwa na yo o tsukuru

(Kenmei ni)

【Ej】 Tsubomi no mama karase wa shinai

【Sh】 Inochi nado oshiminaku toshite

【Ng】 Tsuranukitōseyo shidō

【Ki】 Honkai o togeru tame ni

【All】 Iza yuke

【All】 (Koko ni) Dorokusaku mau

(Aa) Koyoi wa shingetsu

(Aa) Higan o tsugeru

(Aa) Ichizu ni

(Ou) Tōku hatenai

(Aa) Mirai o motome

(Aa) Shinjita michi e

(Aa) Kissaki o muke

Hikari wa miezu tomo

Shichisai no seigi tachi ga ashimoto o terasu darō

【Ei】 Tagaini katariatta yume wa asezu ni

【Va】 Akogare ga tsuredatta

(Kokorozashi)

【Ya】 Dare hitori nigasanē aku ni wa tenbatsu o

【Va】 Makoto wa fumetsu da to

(Sashishimese)

【Ej】 Jama suru mono wa dare darō to

【Sh】 Yōshanaku kiri suteru made

【Ng】 Kono me de tashikametai

【Ki】 Ushiro yubi sasareyō to

【All】 Risōkyō o

【All】 (Ikudo) Keiko ni hagemi

(Aa) Kisoiau yō ni

(Aa) Kakenuketa hibi

(Aa) Hitasura ni

(Ou) Moeyuru zan'yō

(Aa) Kitai de wa naku

(Aa) Shinjiteiyō

(Aa) Michiru tsuki o

Ashita mo mata onaji yokogao o mitai to negau

Taorete mo haiagare

【All】 (Tsudoe) Asagi o matoi

(Aa) Shi o mo osorenu

(Aa) Kakugo de idomu

(Aa) Futatabi

(Ou) Aima mieru wa

(Aa) Jigoku darō ka

(Aa) Sore mo ikkyō

(Aa) Enishi kataku

Chiriyuku setsuna made hokori takaku aritai to

Senaka o azukeatte

Translation:

(Proudly display your way of life)

【Ei】 Those who retreat shall be met with the blade

【Va】 Even if I cannot become a hero,

(It makes no difference)

【Ya】 To protect the everyday life before my eyes,

【Va】 I will create peaceful times

(With all my might)

【Ej】 I won’t let the bud wither before it blooms

【Sh】 I will stake my life without hesitation

【Ng】 And stick to the samurai code until the end

【Ki】 In order to fulfill our long-cherished ambition,

【All】 Now, go forth!

【All】 (Here) We dance with a gritty resolve

(Ah) Tonight, the new moon

(Ah) Announces our ardent wish

(Ah) Single-mindedly

(Oh) Seeking a distant,

(Ah) Endless future

(Ah) I point my blade toward

(Ah) The path I believe in

Even if no light is visible,

The seven colors of justice will surely illuminate my way

【Ei】 The dreams we spoke of together never faded,

【Va】 Our (ambition) was fueled

By our yearning

【Ya】 No one will be spared from divine punishment for evil

【Va】 (We’ll demonstrate that)

Integrity is inextinguishable

【Ej】 No matter who gets in my way,

【Sh】 I will cut them down without mercy

【Ng】 I want to see it with my own eyes

【Ki】 Even if I’m blamed and criticized,

【All】 I will pursue an ideal society

【All】 (Countless) Days passed by,

(Ah) Pushing ourselves in training,

(Ah) As if competing with each other

(Ah) Let’s not simply hope for

(Oh) The afterglow of

(Ah) The sun burning brightly,

(Ah) But believe in

(Ah) The full moon

I wish to see that same profile tomorrow as well

Even if you fall, rise again

【All】 (Gather) Clad in light blue,

(Ah) Unafraid of even death,

(Ah) We challenge with determination

(Ah) Will our

(Oh) Next encounter

(Ah) Be in Hell?

(Ah) That too would be okay

(Ah) We’re bound by fate

Until the moment we die, I want to stand proud,

Entrusting our backs to one another

[whatyadrawin]

The Fruit After The Flesh 18+ -CHAPTER 2-

Masterlist

Approximately 2,663 words

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt(HeadCanon) x AFAB reader

This chapters Warnings: Moderately strong language

A/n: This is the chapter giving more context and backstory to the Hewitts and the rude farmhand. Things pick up from here and will continue to keep on that exciting trajectory but remind yourself that I am the lord of the slow burn lol, I like building up to the fleshy bits. The artwork is what's keeping these chapters from coming out so quickly, I didn't want to go full flat color this time but goddamn my ADHD symptoms are making shit a lot harder to focus on so please have patience, I assure you all it is worth it. Please enjoy and keep an eye on the masterlist linked above for updates.

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Chapter 2

The next day came with less heat than the first, the sun was frequently blocked out by thick white clouds that rolled against its light causing brief shadows to lay on the land. You started unpacking more and more things from the container you shipped to the house before you moved, making sure that everything that you needed was properly put away. Eventually it was time to head over to Luda Mae’s house and you wanted to make sure to look presentable for tea time. Thoughts of what her family was like raced through your head, you especially wanted to know who the mysterious masked man was. You slipped on a nice pink sundress that you made yourself, you covered your shoulders with a white cropped cardigan and some white sandals that were comfortable to walk in.

You decide to visit the farmhand again in an attempt to make friends so he wouldn’t be so hostile, you grab your things and head down before you make your way to Luda Mae’s home. You spot him tending to a peach tree and you walk over.

“Hey there, I don’t mean to bug you when you’re busy but I just wanted to see if you would take a break and chat for a bit?” you tried to use your friendliest smile.

“Ya can’t see I’m busy girl? Why don’t you go screw off with your riches and leave the farm to the only person caring for it all these years!” his words were so needlessly callous, but you continue,

“I know you’re busy but why don’t you tell me what I can do to help? It doesn’t have to all land on your shoulders anymore”

 He laughs to himself and says “Why? So, ya can just fire me when ya get the hang o’ things? Women can’t do this kinda labor, why dontcha just sit there and look pretty”

The sexism was shocking but you didn’t want to let that garbage stop you “I understand you are upset from the change but I assure you I just want to be friendly and helpful”

He turns to you with a smug look “What kinda friendly we talkin’ ‘bout here?”

You get creeped out as he stops his work and looks at you in a more predatory way, but you persist,

“I just mean you don’t have to worry about doing all the work by yourself, I can help you, and by friendly... I just want to have a civil professional relationship with you, nothing more”

“Thinkin’ ya deserve some kinda good treatment huh? How ‘bout me? Don’t I deserve compensation for the work I did all these years? I ain’t talkin’ bout wages neither”

You wonder what he means by that, so you try offering solutions “What do you need? Maybe I can get you a better living situation or more tools to make the work easier?”

He didn’t like anything you had to say, “Ya think it’s just that simple? I like where I live, I like being left ALONE!”

You feel a knot forming in your throat, being treated like this was so hurtful “Ok, well, I’ll leave you to it then. Have a good rest of the day”

He made you feel like shit, all the memories of people bullying you and your old friend were coming back and you just wanted to get away. Your heart was racing with anger and the familiar feeling of an old depression started to creep back in.

You start making your way towards Luda Mae’s home and hope that the walk calms your nerves and lifts your spirits enough to enjoy the rest of your day. The sun was peeking out from behind the thick clouds and brightened the dry road before you, tiny little white flowers sparsely lined the sides of the road and made you smile. You closed your eyes and made your mind blank, only listening to the gentle wisps of the wind rustling the tall wheatgrass, and the crunch of dry dirt with every step you took, some birds could be heard in the distance chirping cheerfully. You felt like you were in a different universe where time stood still and it was just you and the earth around you.

Shortly, you arrive at Luda Mae’s property, she had a wire fence blocking the four grazing cows in and there were a lot of cars sitting in a lot near the main house, it seemed odd but you just assumed maybe one of them was a mechanic. You walk up toward the barn and hope to see that mysterious masked man but the barn is empty minus some clucking chickens strutting around. You make your way up to the door and knock, an older man answers it, he looks you up and down and smiles,

“Well now, I didn’t know it was my birthday” he says. You can hear Luda Mae yell at him to shut up and let you in. He drops the smile and waves you in, making you walk closely to get past him. Luda Mae meets you as you walk in and she introduces you,

“Sorry ‘bout him sweetheart, this is my brother Charlie. Come on in dear, I can’t wait to talk with you, Loretta brought some real good tea for us to enjoy” She gestures for you to follow her and you speak to Charlie as you pass through,

“Nice to meet you Charlie, I’m Y/N*”

He smiles as he looks at you saying “Mhmm, I’ll remember that” you feel a shiver of discomfort after he says that.

You follow Luda Mae through the house which has very old furnishings, its large with high ceilings that are dotted with large fans to circulate the air; The décor was definitely very dated but kept clean, the furnishings may have once displayed wealth in a past long gone. In a large living room, you see a man reading a newspaper, Luda Mae stops at the doorway,

“Hey Monty, turn ‘round a sec”

The man was older, he turns around peering through his large thick glasses “Yeah?”

“I’d like you to meet the young woman who took over Tilly’s orchard!”

He sets down his paper and tried to turn to face you better “Oh! I didn’t know Tilly had children?”

Luda Mae replies “No, this is Y/N, she is a distant relative of hers”

You make a shy response “It’s nice to meet you sir”

He smiles “Well she’s real polite ain’t she? Nice to meet you too kiddo, I’m uncle Monty”

Luda Mae guides you over to the back porch which has Loretta already seated at the table. Luda Mae waves to her and says,

“Loretta, this is Tilly’s family, the one I told you ‘bout”

Loretta was a big woman, her cheeks were rosy and full, her dyed black hair was perfectly styled up into pin curls remniscent of another time, she smiled and said “Well, now ain’t she just a pretty little thing!”

Luda Mae gave you a smile and sits you down in the chair next to Loretta, you set down your basket and go to shake her hand saying “It’s really nice to meet you Loretta, my name in Y/N”

Loretta smiles and Luda Mae asks what you have in the basket you brought. You lift the basket onto the table and show them the fruits you picked for them today. Luda Mae claps in approval saying,

“That is so kind of you to bring some fruit over, I ain’t had a good peach since Tilly passed.”

You still weren’t quite sure about the way Tilly had died, you did not get much information out of the Lawyer and the files said there was no reason for an autopsy since she was so old. You ask Luda Mae and Loretta about it

“I don’t want to open old wounds or anything but, do either of you know how she died? I never got a proper answer”

They both looked at each other and Loretta answered “Well now Tilly was very well liked by everyone who knew her, she lived here a while you know. While yes, she was old, she was still in good shape and the sheriff’s department in the next town over didn’t give us any details, just said it was from old age and left it at that”

Luda Mae chimes in “I am suspicious that Dover did it”

“Luda Mae!” Loretta shouted in shock.

Luda Mae crosses her arms and continues “That farmhand has been a cruel and unappreciative man for as long as I remember, I tried to tell her to get rid of him what with all his talk about taking the orchard someday, but she was too kind-hearted and wasn’t able to keep up with the demands of caring for the trees. She was always looking for the good in people, even the evil ones. Bless that woman.”

Loretta nodded in agreement that Tilly was kind, she looked at you and said,

“You know, Fuller was doing well in the past, there was big business in cattle and meat packing. Everyone was makin’ good money ‘til the ranchers died and their property managers sold off the cattle to northern companies, that killed this towns economy. People were leaving in droves and so was the money.”

Luda Mae looked out into the field and added “It got to the point where we all had to resort to terrible things just to survive, but there was no way I’d let my family starve.”

Loretta gave Luda Mae a stern look, her eyes wide, she cut in “That is until Tilly decided to plant a bunch of fruit trees from the seeds of the fruit she bought from the store. The Texas sun made those little sprouts explode into full size trees, and she had us all fed by the fruits they made, we didn’t have to just survive no more, we were able to live normally again. It was all thanks to her”

You smile at the fact that someone from your family was regarded so highly, it gave you a warm feeling. Luda Mae pours you some tea and follows up with,

“Tilly made sure that we had animals to provide us with bounty, everyone shared what they had, even before the trees were makin’ enough to bring in money, in return we gave her the manure for the trees.”

Loretta looked antsy, she changed the subject “Well now, that’s enough of those depressing times.”

Luda Mae and Loretta started talking about the town and how things used to be, you sat listening to them for an hour until you noticed the mysterious masked man. He was heading toward the barn and you could see him tending to the cows inside, he was even bigger in person, his body looked like it was used to working hard, his muscles were large but had no hard edges as if his strength was supplemented with a rich diet full of American cooking. The man was brushing the cows, plumes of dust and dirt would fly out from each swish of the brush. To see him close was astonishing, you felt like you were seeing a new kind of human, he was so gentle with the animals and yet his appearance was very intimidating. You tried to look and see if you could get a glimpse of his face but his back was turned to you.

Luda Mae notices you looking and says “I see you’ve noticed my boy there”

You snap out of your trance and blush in embarrassment, she laughs and adds,

“He’s a real handsome one if I do say so myself, his name is Thomas. He’s real shy, but as sweet as they come. He’s a good boy, extremely helpful with managing the animals and taking care of the property.” She pauses and puts her hand to her chin “You know, he’s ‘round your age and its high time he meets someone nice, I’m gonna call him over.”

You felt butterflies for the first time in years, you quickly respond “That’s ok, he looks pretty busy, maybe he should be left alone”

Luda Mae smiles “Come now dear, he can come say hi, it ain’t no bother” She calls out to him “TOMMY! COME SAY HELLO TO THIS NICE YOUNG LADY!”

Tommy looks up quickly, he spots you on the porch and freezes.

Luda Mae yells after him again, “THOMAS BROWN HEWITT, YOU COME HERE RIGHT QUICK! DON’T BE RUDE NOW!”

He furiously shakes his head, turns and runs into the barn out of sight.

Luda Mae sighs “I’m sorry sweetheart, he really is a very nice boy, he’s just awfully shy, especially ‘round pretty girls, the poor dear”

You felt a wave of relief that someone else was maybe as anxious about meeting new people like you were, you reply “It’s ok, I’m sure I’ll meet him when he’s ready”

Luda Mae gently places her hand on yours “I’ll make sure of it, he needs to make some friends, it gets mighty lonely ‘round here. With someone as sweet as you I’m sure you two’d get along just fine”

Loretta takes a final sip of tea and gets up saying “Well, time for me ‘n Monty to head home, thanks for the conversation, Y/N, it was a real treat to meet you”

Luda Mae thanks Loretta for the tea and says goodbye, she then turns to you and says,

“Well, I know you probably want to get back to that orchard, please don’t let that prickly pear Dover get to you, Tilly kept him ‘round because he worked hard, no matter how awful he behaved, just let him be, pay him and ignore him the rest of the time. If you make friends with my Tommy, well, I’m sure Dover won’t be a terror”

You get up from your seat and say “Luda Mae, am I in danger with Dover?”

Luda Mae puts her hand on her heart and says “I’m so sorry for scaring you dear that was real thoughtless of me. I’m suspicious of Dover yes, but there’s no way he will hurt you, none of us will let him”

You thank her for the tea and leave from the back porch making your way towards the barn hoping to get a closer look at Tommy. When you reach the barn doors you see Tommy on the opposite side of the barn facing the open doors fiddling with some hay. The butterflies are welling up in your stomach making you feel sick with excitement, you stand there watching this enormous man whose back was extremely wide and his forearms were thick and scarred. You were struggling to take in as much of his image as you could before you could quietly sneak off, just as your eyes started travelling down south, he turned around and saw you.

“I-I’m sorry!” you squeaked as you bolted off down the driveway.

You felt so embarrassed at being caught watching him, you hoped he didn’t think poorly of you. You spent the walk home trying to calm the butterflies and stop blushing -I can’t believe how creepy of me that was, he is going to think I’m a freak!-. When you get home, you see that Dover was in his small house watching something on a small tube tv with a large bunny ear antenna. You feel sad that his accommodations are so meager and decide to speak with him again tomorrow to try just one more time to get in his good graces, you always believed that you could kill them with kindness, especially in the event that he really was a danger as Luda Mae said, then you would want to be in his good graces. You start to make dinner and think to yourself -I hope I am able to properly meet Tommy-.

Next chapter-

[therealslimshakespeare]

From Sarge’s kids I think I’m (as of now) excited to learn more about Daisy. She’s got a lot of Elvis in her and she witnesses Elaine go to hell and back to help him beat his addiction and although she’s independent I hope there’s gonna be someone who will be able to do the same for her or stand by her. Not to mention she’s got a twin who they come off as polar opposites (what with Rosalee being a huge Daddy’s girl) and her comments towards her older sister Ella’s marriage - I get the feeling there’s a lot to unpack there.

I think sometimes Elvis felt like he was too much to love and I see a lot of his personal insecurities in Daisy, she even is a popstar like him and that’s a lot of people loving you with maybe them feeling like they aren’t really known for who they are deep down.

I am so happy to hear this, I’ve got a little started on each kid’s own fic (I want one for each like I had for Jesse, just to establish them and then let loose with the intermingling) and I really think hers is compelling. It’s been truly a blast to get to know her and I’ve gotta be honest she may be the most Lisa-like of any Sarge kid in many ways, partly because she’s so Elvis incarnate. It took awhile but me and my scheming buddies have cooked up a good partner for her and she will always have her family as backup and even her godfather Marlon. I think she will, as you said, be publicly adored but can be rather offputting one on one, even though she desperately needs connection. I think eventually, and not after too long, all these relationships get far better, and Daisy finds her little nook in the family easily. She is the one to go to for the zero bullshit takes or help hiding a body. Loyal and fierce that one.

And here, since you made my day asking about her, have a little random snippet I’ve written about her first big debut recording which came from her rehab scribbles and, unfortunately for the family members her lyrics feature -becomes a sensation.

Era: 1978-9ish??

Warnings: moderate…mentions of past divorce, infidelity, a daughter sorta writing a hit tell all? remincence of a one off threesome and Elvis having straight man panic for it (I’m afraid this couple is polyamorous central I’m the 60’s but nothing explicit) big ole family chat with the grown kids, chaos as can be expected…

What about Wendy?

“Daisy Mae!” Elvis bellows her full name because the crime warrants it, and from behind him, her voice answers, not in person from her place sprawled on the couch but behind him, coming through the stereo in a clear cadence that his creative side must acknowledge is skilled and evocative. What Elvis doesn't find so praiseworthy is his Dear Daughter hanging the family laundry out for all to see with lyrics like:

—“So I'll lock the window and turn on the AC, You'll throw your rocks, and you'll scream that you hate me, But it gets old being forever 20, And what about my wings? What about Wendy?”—

out on a clothesline for all the world to commentate on his failings and his marriage.

The music video coming out tomorrow on MTV, teased as featuring a fresh faced Daisy in a montage of her mother’s most iconic looks -including that secretive wedding gown so few of the nation ever saw, rather hammers home the not so subtle point. As far as Elvis is concerned this is about as disloyal as it gets.

And he is having none of it.

“It’s art, Daddy.” Daisy murmurs, utterly unphased by the hurricane of wrath she can match once she gets that cup of coffee Rosalee is making her.

“Is this how you see us?” Elvis demands and Jesse winces to the side, things had been going so smoothly after Danny was born but lord, the Presley’s just can’t manage to be calm for long, Daisy had to record that stupid black book she scribbled in during rehab and, my does it have some choice takes on the events of the last decade. “This how you see your childhood?” Elvus goes on, “Where we loved ya like no one’s ever loved any kids and gave ya everythin’ and-“

“-and slammed a buncha doors in between.“ Daisy shrugs, not meaning to be cruel, but it’s the truth and she’s never had her sibling’s affinity for the affection that the rest of the kids take as blood money for the insanity they got put through. Daisy doesn't hold a grudge against anyone for her childhood, in fact, she’s thankful for the writing material. But she’s not gonna be sorry for writing shit as it was.

Which was mama playing a haggard Wendy while Daddy flitted in and out of the window at whim like Peter Pan.

“Girl,” her daddy begs her to understand as he takes his seat next to her on the sofa, big ringed hand familiar and pleading on her bony knee, as if somehow this appeal of his will lock the song back into her diary and out of the radio -or maybe he doesn’t care about his reputation anymore, he’s gotten lax about that after the divorce, maybe he really is seeking after his child’s good opinion this time when he continues, “I’m all for art’n’shit but have I not taught ya nothin’ bout-“

“Daddy, ya didn’t even write your own songs.” Daisy gently tries to get him to see the difference in their art but Jesse gasps out in horror:

“Daisy!!” like she just shot their father instead of stating the truth. Which is kinda her problem with her family, they can’t take straight facts.

“Alright, alright then,” Elvis simmers a bit but his tone is restrained as he presses his point, “so ya write from the heart and ya wrote about life, I get ya. So then why’d you call mama Wendy when, w-w-when she’s -she’s my Tinkerbell?”

“You’d rather I used your pet little name in public?” Daisy scoffs at his muddled logic and feels bad for the first time after -soon as his brow furrows in genuine hurt. Daddy loves mama, he loves her again like a new man and Daisy doesn’t get how that works but it’s the truth and she’s got no fight to pick with the truth. It makes her admit with a shrug, “I used it ‘cause Marlon always says she’s Wendy.”

You could hear a pin drop the way everyone’s chatter in the living room stops, even the coffee maker stops spluttering in the distance and it’s highly likely Jesse isn’t even breathing as everyone’s head’s swivel, Daddy’s slower but more intent than any, to look at Elaine where’s she sits in the white arm chair, blanket cast over her where Danny fell asleep while nursing. She’s as white as the rocker she sits in.

“Oh does he now?” Elvis rumbles and Daisy feels the unintentional bite of his nails on her knee.

“Well yeah, he does and -always has.” Daisy insists as if the past and present existence of Brando’s opinions on Elvis’ wife makes shit any better, Daisy knows it the second she lets it out that it’s not exactly balm on the scab.

Her voice doesn't make anyone look away from mama and her perfect, frozen face, carefully neutral and soothingly disinterested in the topic.

“That man has only ever called me, Elaine.” mama laughs an airy, dismissive little thing and the bite of Daddy’s rings on Daisy’s knee loosens their grip. “And if he thinks i'm a Wendy -he should say it to my face.” she jokes and Jesse predictably lets out a pained laugh of solidarity.

“-A-a-and w-who the hell did ya get to sew all those recreated outfits, girl?” Daddy is suddenly back on the original topic with a burst of renewed incredulity at her gall and Daisy knows she can use this to her advantage, get him arguing about fashion, tailors and supporting local folks instead of berating her for her lyrics and-

-Ella watches as Elaine’s stiff face smoothes into relief and she lays her head back against the rocker’s cushion and closes her eyes against the hubbub that’s no longer pertinent to her. Not for the first time Ella wonders if mama is as burdened as she is with thoughts and feelings married women shouldn’t have, they really shouldn’t. Marriage should cure a woman of them but Ella had them all alone on the ranch with her husband gone and Mama had Marlon and his lingering looks and her frozen face whenever his name gets mentioned and mama who is staring up at the ceiling like she’s no longer in the room with them at all.

“Peter Pan, Peter Pan, little lost boy actin’ like a big man,” only Marlon could have made that rhyme sound like anything but a goad, only Marlon really saw what Elaine saw when Elvis was sated, pliable, sweet as a newborn and pretty a sin. “Those producers who’ve got him playin’ tough n’ shit don’t know his appeal, they just don’t get it. Goddamn Peter Pan.”

And he had run his fingers over Elvis’ face, catching his drooping eyelids and pulling them down and over his nose to those cherub lips. And Elvis’ eyes hadn’t opened again till next morning when he woke in angry panic.

Elaine stares at the ceiling and feels Danny shift against her breast, snuggling closer, and she wonders if Elvis ever recalls that night like she does. Ever replays it a million times.

Wendy, Wendy Wendy.

Marlon thinks she’s Wendy, Marlon’s told her own daughter that. But never her. No. He’d just raked his hand through the wrecked coiff of Elvis’ gelled hair and admiringly called him Peter Pan. And Elvis, being Elvis in the state of freshly loved and freshly praised, never balked at it before drifting to sleep in their muggy tent.

Wendy, Wendy, Wendy, he never called Elaine that to her face.

Elaine catches Daisy’s eye next time she looks away from the ceiling, an odd moment of recognition. Funny how each child knows a part of her, but it’s the inner workings of Daisy’s curious, generous, honest self -a heart so very like Elvis’ own- that can look back at Elaine and smile at her, while knowing her fully, faults and all. It’s not so bad having grown daughters as a friend, Elaine decides as she watches Elvis flail backwards against the couch to laugh at his daughter's good natured dig at his unmodified wardrobe.

It’s good not to be his only Wendy keeping him young anymore.

Song based on: Wendy by Maisie Peters

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[chara7478]

Okay so people liked my manipulation rant- well HERE YA GO MORE :D

Okay the whole Brendok incident. So much to unpack, so I'll take it bit by bit. First; Indara is a badass queen, hell yeah. She singlehandedly forced like 20 witches out of the Wookie guy's head, and was WISE, unlike someone *cough cough Sol*

Sol there honestly, he made a LOT of mistakes. He was prioritising Osha, and trying to follow what he thought the Force was guiding him to but he also was juggling what he wanted; a Padawan. Now, Osha did want to go, yes. But Sol's desire for a Padawan indirectly killed the coven, and him not telling her made it worse because now he has to carry that weight around. Mae ACCIDENTLY caused the fire- she was scared, she didn't mean it. She wanted her sister to stay. She had to wake up, alone, drag herself out of that out, and walk past all of those dead bodies. ALSO SOL KILLED MOTHER ANISEYA?? BRO CHILL WITH THR LESBIAN GAY SPACE WITCHES-

And bro, the Padawan there- the one who got manipulated, idk his name. Wasn't his fault. Nuh uh. Mother ANISEYA forcefully intruded on his mind. He wanted to get off the planet, who could blame him. Remember, desire is a path to the Dark side FOR A REASON. desire, desperation, fear, anger. All of those, Sol would have been feeling and honestly, that would have clouded his judgement A LOT. but man, chill.

[shaymix]

“Look at me, look me in the eyes

Forget yourself, surrender your mind

Right now, you're mine

All mine”

I wanted to have Mae (aka my mascot/ OC) interacting with Mr. Puzzles so here ya go.

[ereardon]

Friends Don't || Chapter 15

Synopsis: Bob Floyd has been your best friend for almost a decade, ever since he quietly agreed to tutor you in college. The two of you have spent years chasing each other around the globe – Bob as a WSO, you as a travel blogger. You’ve always been the anywhere-but-here girl, and he’s been your rock. But when a surprise diagnosis threatens to crumble your picture-perfect life, you’re on the first flight back to San Diego, desperate to put down roots for the first time. Will Bob finally have it in him to admit that you could be the love of his life? What will he say when he finds out the secret you’ve been skillfully hiding from him? Or worse, what if he doesn’t find out until it’s too late? 

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd x OC [Reid] 

Tropes: Friends to lovers

Warnings: Cursing, cancer, ANGST, pregnancy and childbirth, smut, death

WC: 5.3K

Chapter summary: Phoenix goes into labor; Bob and Reid experience growing pains as parents; Bob and the dagger squad celebrate baby Sarah's first birthday

Series masterlist here; previous chapter here

You were five years old, holding your little cousin Beth Anne two days after she was brought home from the hospital. 

“Now hold her head, ya hear?” Your mother’s voice was sharp, even back then. “You be careful with that little baby, Reid Mae.” 

You didn’t care if your mother snapped at you. All you cared about was the tiny pink bundle looking up at you from your small arms as you leaned back into the couch cushions. Beth Anne was small, so very small. And she smelled fresh in a way you hadn’t expected a baby to smell. 

When she looked up at you, you felt the world tilt. And then right itself. 

You looked up at the grown ups in the room with a grin. “I want to be a mama,” you announced. 

They laughed. Your aunt leaned over, brushed the hair out of your eyes. “You will be, sweetheart. One day. Now give me the baby, she’s about to fuss, she’s hungry.” 

The emptiness you felt the moment Beth Anne was lifted from your arms was something you had never experienced before. 

You didn’t realize you had spent twenty-five years waiting to feel the weight of your own child in your arms, fill the gap that Beth Anne had left all those years before. 

***

Bob shook you awake in the middle of the night. 

“Honey?” he whispered intently. “Sunny, darlin’, wake up.” 

You rolled over with a groan. “What?” 

“It’s Phoenix,” he said. “The baby is coming.” 

You shot up straight, practically jumping out of bed. “Oh my God, oh my God, OK, fuck where’s my bag?” 

You were running around the room, desperately trying to fill your overnight bag with clothes and shoes, everything you had promised yourself you’d do in advance and just never got around to doing. 

Bob stepped closer, grabbing your upper arms softly.

“Reid,” he whispered. 

You looked up at him in the darkness of the room. 

He smiled. “We’re having a baby.” 

You leaned in, wrapping your arms around his neck, savoring it for a moment. In a few hours, you’d be parents. 

In the darkness, you held onto Bob for what felt like an eternity. Just the two of you, standing in the dark, letting it sink in. 

The drive to the hospital felt like it took hours. You were tapping your foot, something you never did. Bob’s knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. The cab of the car was filled with silence. 

It might be the last time for that kind of unadulterated quiet.

If you thought Bob looked shell shocked, he was nothing compared to Bradley. You got there only a few minutes after they did, and he was pacing the waiting room with his hands on his head as Phoenix calmly filled out the paperwork in a hospital-grade wheelchair. 

His eyes widened as the two of you walked in, hand in hand. 

“Thank God,” he muttered, walking over to you. “You’re finally here.” 

Bob frowned. “You called us fifteen minutes ago.” 

Phoenix looked up from the clipboard she was writing on and sighed. “He’s going insane. Bob, take him to get some coffee or something, he’s driving me nuts.” 

Bob nodded, putting his arm around Bradley, steering him in the direction of the cafeteria. You stepped closer to Phoenix. “How are you?” you asked. 

She shrugged. “I’m OK, they’re like six minutes apart, but Bradshaw over there was insistent we come in.” 

The nurse smiled over the divider. “Your husband is right, better safe than sorry.” 

The two of you looked at each other and laughed. Phoenix was wheezing. “He’s not my husband,” she said through labored breaths. 

“Alright,” the nurse said, stepping out from behind the desk. “Let’s get you to a room.” 

You texted Bob the room number while the nurse got Phoenix settled into a L&D room. She grimaced as the nurse prodded her. 

“Doing OK?” you asked once the room was clear. 

Phoenix nodded. 

You scooted a chair over next to the bed. “Natasha, I can’t even begin to tell you how grateful we are.” 

She leaned back and turned her head to the side. “I had a WSO before Floyd,” she said. “His name was Keith, but his callsign was Trident.” Natasha smiled at the memory. “We flew together for three years. And then, one day, he went up with another pilot. I was out sick. They didn’t make it back.” 

You reached out and took her hand in yours. 

“He left behind a two year old daughter. Brie. She’s my goddaughter.” 

A tear started to slip down your cheek. “Does Bob know?” 

She shook her head. “No, I never told him about Keith. But he told me all about Sarah. Or Denver as you probably knew her. That’s the thing about this job. Friends, colleagues? We’re family. I’ll do anything for my family, Reid. Just like you’re doing. So you don’t have to thank me.” 

“You take care of him, OK?” you whispered. “He loves you. He trusts you. He’s just everything to me. But he’s going to need some help with this baby.”

“We’ll all help him,” Phoenix said. “Don’t worry about that.” 

You gripped her hand tight, your mouth open, as the door flung wide open. “Did it happen? Is it over?” Bradley had a cup of coffee squeezed tight in his large hand. 

“Hasn’t even started, dummy.” Phoenix rolled her eyes. “God, it’s going to be a long night isn’t it?” 

Bob entered the room, closing the door gently. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to Phoenix’s temple. “We can force him to go home if you want some peace and quiet.” 

“Hey!” 

She shook her head. “Distraction will probably be good.” 

You looked at Bob. “Going to be a long night.” 

***

Four hours later, the whole team was in the waiting room. “We want to see Phoenix!” Coyote said, a huge stuffed bear in his arms. “Come on, Sunny.” 

“Hey,” Bob snapped. “She’s exhausted and it’s only just started. We’ll do one person at a time.” He looked around the room. “Fanboy, you can go first.” 

Mickey grinned, leaping to his feet and heading down the hall with Bradley. You leaned back in one of the chairs against the wall, letting out a sigh. Jake looked at you with hard eyes. “Reid? Feeling OK?” 

You nodded. “Yeah, just tired I guess.” 

He looked at Bob and then back at you. “Why don’t I take you home for a nap? It’s going to be a while.” 

“No, what if the baby comes? I need to stay.” 

Bob looked pained. “Honey, you’re sick, you need some rest.” 

“I'm staying.” Your arms were crossed over your chest. 

Bob’s eyes were pleading with you, but you weren’t going to give in. Jake got up, clapping Bob on the back with one hand. He returned a few minutes later, leaning in and whispering in Bob’s ear. 

“Reid, come with me,” Jake said. 

You frowned up at him. “Shut up, Hangman. Isn’t there a nurse you can go flirt with?” 

He rolled his eyes. “Please?” 

Bob held out a hand. “Darlin’. Please? For me.” 

You sighed, letting Bob pull you to standing. He handed you off to Jake, who pressed one hand to your mid back, leading you down the hallway. 

“Where are we going?” 

“Do you always have to ask questions?” he huffed, stopping in front of a door. 

You frowned. “This is Phoenix’s room.” 

“Come on.” Jake opened the door. Phoenix, Bradley and Fanboy looked up. You stared back at them and then turned your gaze to Jake. He pointed to the far side of the room where a second hospital bed had been rolled in. “Go nap, please. We’re all worried about you.” 

“I’m not the one in labor,” you argued. 

“Reid.” Phoenix’s voice was firm. Almost like a mother’s. “Get in the damn bed and take a nap. You’re stressing all of us out, including me.” 

You shook your head but did as they said. Jake pulled the curtain between your bed and Phoenix’s with a grin. “Now actually try and sleep,” he demanded. “I mean it.” 

“Yes, dad,” you grunted and he laughed. 

You did sleep. Until a piercing scream tore you out of your slumber. You sat up in shock, scrambling off the bed and ripping open the divider. 

Phoenix sat up in the bed, her face pink with exertion. Bob and Bradley stood off to the side, worried looks on their faces, a nurse at her side. “What’s going on? What happened?” 

“She’s fully dilated,” the nurse said. “We’re bringing in the doctor.” 

“Oh my God,” you whispered. To your left, Phoenix grunted. You reached over and smoothed the hair out of her face. “What can we do? Do you want us to stay?” 

She nodded. “Yes, stay.” 

Bradley pointed at himself. “Even me?” 

She rolled her eyes before wincing at another contraction. “Bradshaw, get out. You’ll faint.” 

He looked relieved. Bradley leaned over, kissing Nat’s head before turning to you and Bob. “See you on the other side, mom and dad.” He grinned, disappearing through the door just as the doctor burst in, yanking on a pair of gloves. 

“Ready?” he asked, looking at Phoenix. 

She leaned back. “Why the hell not?” 

You and Bob took your places on either side of the bed. Nat’s hand crushed your fingers as she gripped you both. “Alright now, Natasha, I’m going to count for five seconds and I want you to push that whole time.” 

“Fuck!” she panted, bearing down as the doctor nodded at the foot of the bed. She tossed her head back against the pillows. 

“Alright, give it a second,” he said and you could feel your heart beating quickly in your chest and throat. 

You looked over at Bob. His eyes were trained on Phoenix with worry. You watched as he leaned down, pressing his lips to her forehead. “You got this,” he murmured softly. She closed her eyes briefly. 

“OK, Natasha, give us another push.” 

You watched as Nat’s face went red from exertion before a scream ripped through her throat and she pressed backward, panting. “That’s my girl,” Bob whispered quietly. 

“Floyd, you don’t get any more favors, you hear?” she groaned and the two of you chuckled. 

“Last one, I promise,” Bob confirmed. 

“One more push,” the doctor said. “A big one.” 

“You can do this,” you whispered, stroking your thumb along Natasha’s palm. “You got this. Just pretend it’s Jake and you’re shoving him out of a moving vehicle.” 

She laughed, which turned into a grimace as she started to push. So hard that her face turned red and you watched Bob’s face go white as Nat’s vice grip on his hand threatened to send him down to the surgery wing. 

But then there was a sharp cry, and it wasn’t from Nat. It came from the bottom of the bed where the doctor held up a wriggling, tiny baby covered in goo and blood and a myriad of things you had never once thought about into the air. 

You had to lean over onto the side of the bed as you watched your daughter cry out into the open room. Your legs felt weak. A part of you thought this moment would never come. And now, here she was, perfect and pink and wiggling with a cry and you had never seen something so perfect in your life. 

“Dad?” the doctor said. “Do you want the honor?” 

A nurse held out a pair of scissors and Bob tentatively reached for them, cutting the umbilical cord with shaky fingers. The nurse wiped the baby down with a clean cloth before holding her out to you. 

You carefully accepted her into your arms. She was small, so very small, but she had that same damp weight that you remembered so clearly first feeling with Beth Anne in your arms all those years ago. Her mouth was pink and tiny and the moment the nurse set her into your arms she stopped wailing, her little face scrunched up in silent cries. You looked up at Bob in awe. He stared back at you with tears flooding his blue eyes. 

“Hi baby,” you whispered quietly. 

Bob rounded the bed, coming to stand behind you, one hand on your waist, the other gently cupping your daughter’s head. “She’s perfect,” he murmured softly. 

You closed your eyes for a moment. You had done it. You had made it. You knew, without a sliver of doubt, that you had made the right decision. The right decision in a sea of wrong ones. But that was life. Every struggle, every tear shed, every heartbreak, had all led to this very moment. 

Holding your daughter in your arms and knowing that she would have the best dad in the world to take care of her forever. 

You looked down at Natasha who was pale but smiling. “Do you want to hold her?” you asked softly. 

She nodded and you gently maneuvered her into Phoenix’s arms. Nat held her gently in the crook of her arm. “Hi honey,” she whispered. “It’s your Aunt Natasha. Recognize my voice? I’m the one who has been feeding you Doritos for the last ten months.” 

You chuckled, a few rogue tears slipping down your cheeks. 

Later, after they had moved Natasha out of L&D and into a recovery room and they had taken the baby to run all of the required newborn tests, you were sitting with her in your arms on a rocking chair in the new room when the team started to slowly file in. 

Bob stood over you and the baby protectively, one finger pressed against his mouth. Your daughter stirred in your arms. 

“Not too loud,” he warned. 

You looked up. “Bobby, honey, it’s OK.” 

For once in their lives, the guys were quiet. Gentle. You grinned as Mickey and Reuben crouched down near the chair, cooing softly over the baby. Pete and his girlfriend Penny dropped by, bringing some food for the group, and Coyote hovered questioningly at your side until you gave him a nod and he leaned down, holding out one finger and stroking her tiny fist until she grabbed him. The shock on his face was priceless. 

Finally, Jake stepped forward. You looked at him, his eyes trained on the baby. “Do you want to hold her?” you asked. 

Jake nodded and you stood up, gently easing her into Jake’s arms. He was a natural. He cradled her head carefully, swaying softly. “Well hello,” he murmured quietly. “Aren’t you beautiful? And strong, like your mama.” 

You leaned back into Bob’s arms. A year ago, you had walked into his world. Met his friends. Moved your whole life to San Diego and never looked back. 

Now, when you looked around the room, you saw your family. And your daughter, sat squarely in Jake’s arms, sighing contentedly. 

***

Once Phoenix had fallen asleep, and the rest of the team had left, you and Bob sat on the second hospital bed in the corner of the room staring at the baby in Bob’s arms. 

He rocked her gently, her tiny pink face scrunched up. 

You ran your fingers over her delicate head. 

“Honey?” he asked softly. 

“Hmm.” 

“We gotta name her.” 

You nodded. “I know.” 

“Have you thought of any?” 

“Have you?” 

Bob smiled. “I asked Nat what she thought. She said she’s not important enough to have the baby named after her.” 

“Bullshit.” 

He glanced down at your sleeping daughter’s head. “Language.” 

You chuckled. “OK dad.” 

Bob looked up. “Dad.” 

You reached out, stroking his hair and kissed his cheek softly. “You’re someone’s dad now, baby.” 

Bob grinned. 

“I have a name.” 

“Oh, yeah?” 

You nodded. “What about Sarah?” 

Bob’s mouth fell open. “Sarah?” 

“Don’t you think she would have liked that?” you asked quietly. 

Bob closed his eyes. “Denver would have loved it.” 

You leaned over and pressed your lips to his temple. “Sarah Floyd. I like it.” 

“Make me one promise, darlin’.” 

“Anything.” 

“We call her Sunny, too. Just like her mama.” 

“Sunny,” you whispered, looking down at your sleeping daughter, nestled softly in Bob’s arms. “It’s perfect.” 

“We did it, honey,” Bob said quietly. 

“Yeah,” you murmured. “We really did.” 

***

A sharp cry punctuated the still night air. You shot up in bed, eyes wide. 

Next to you, Bob had already somehow gotten out of bed, walked around to the edge of the room where the bassinet sat, Sarah sputtering in his arms as he pulled her to his chest. 

“Bobby?” you whispered. 

“Go back to sleep, darlin’,” he murmured. “I got our girl.” 

You sat up anyway, back pressed against the mountains of pillows, watching as Bob paced around the room, slowly quieting Sarah until she was no longer crying. “Is she hungry?” you asked. 

He shook his head. “Just needed some attention.” 

The way he looked at her. Even though it was the middle of the night. Even though it had been three weeks of dirty diapers and formula bottles in the sink and nights where you barely got any sleep at all and endless amounts of laundry. Even though you felt yourself wanting to tear your hair out sometimes when you heard her cry because you knew it meant you’d have to do it all over again. 

But Bob didn’t care. He didn’t care about the mess, he didn’t care that he had been wearing the same pair of sweatpants for two days. He didn’t care that his sleep had been interrupted. 

He looked at her like she hung the stars and the moon and like she invented air. He looked at your daughter, his daughter, like she was the only brightness in a room full of dark. 

After a while, Bob laid Sarah back down in her crib, tiptoeing back to bed. You rolled over onto his chest, sinking down against him, pressing your lips to his softly. He grinned. “What was that for?” 

“You’re the best dad,” you whispered. “Sarah and I are so lucky.” 

He pushed a section of hair behind your ear. “It’s the best job I’ve ever had.” 

You laid down against Bob, feeling his arm tighten around your waist, listening as his breath evened out as he fell asleep. 

You closed your eyes, knowing you’d have to do it all again in just a few hours. But you didn’t care. You had Bob. 

You both did. 

***

You laid in bed, tracing one finger softly down Bob’s chiseled abdomen. Bradley and Natasha had offered to take Sarah out for a walk and to the park so you and Bob could have a late morning alone together in the house. 

You pressed your bare legs together, core vibrating as Bob nibbled at your neck softly. 

“God,” you murmured as he reached down and turned you until your bare back was against his chest, your ass tucked closely against him, his hard cock pressed against your ass cheek. “Bobby.” 

He ran one hand down your side, lifting your left leg, sliding himself inside of you slowly. You moaned, head tossed back, and Bob’s arm snaked beneath you, holding you hard against him as he slowly grinded against you. “Feel so good, darlin’,” he muttered, voice thick and hoarse. “Could make love to you like this every day.” 

“Bobby,” you whined as his hand that had been holding your leg shifted over to your core, long, deft fingers expertly starting to circle your clit. “Just like that, yes, yes!” 

Bob whimpered in your ear as your walls squeezed his cock, a shuddering cry ripping from your throat as you came around him, Bob finishing inside of you a moment later. 

Afterward, you lay wrapped in his arms, your damp skin quickly drying. 

Bob threaded his fingers in yours and you pulled your conjoined hand up to your bare chest. 

“I love you,” you whispered. “Have I said that enough lately?” 

“Every day,” he replied softly. “It never gets old, honey. I waited so long to hear you say that, it’ll never get old.” 

You pressed your lips to his knuckles gently. “Well I love you. There, that’s twice.” 

Even with your eyes closed, even with your back pressed against Bob’s chest so you couldn’t see his face, you knew that he was grinning from ear to ear. “I love you more, Sunny.” 

You shook your head. “Not possible. Nobody could love someone more than I love you, Bob Floyd.” 

***

It was just you and Sarah alone in the house. Jake and Bradley had taken Bob out for a boy’s night. He had resisted, of course he had. But you had sat on the bed as he got ready, holding Sarah in your arms as he sighed and put on deodorant, changed his shirt three times, eyes wide as he turned to you. 

“I’m not going.” 

“Yes, you are,” you said. “Honey, you need to relax a little. See your friends. Get out of the house.” You looked down at Sarah. “We’re just fine.” 

He stepped out of the bathroom, shutting off the lights and hovering in front of you, squatted down on one knee. “Promise me you’ll be fine.” 

You reached out, cupping his cheek softly. “You worry too much, Bobby. Most guys would kill for a night away from their wife and the kids.”

Bob shook his head. “Not me. You two are my entire life. I wouldn’t trade you for anything.” 

“Then do me a favor, baby. Give me one night with my daughter. And when you come back, I want you to be happy, maybe a little tipsy if someone else is driving. And maybe we fall into bed together like we should have when we were nineteen.” 

He grinned, kissing the top of your head and then leaning over and doing the same to Sarah, who stirred in your arms. “Love you so much, Sunny. Call me if you need me, OK? I’ll only be gone a few hours.” 

“We’re good,” you whispered and he backed out of the door with a smile. You waited until you heard the sound of the garage door shutting before you leaned in close, running one finger over the soft hair on Sarah’s perfectly tiny, round head. “We’re perfect, aren’t we baby?” 

She cooed in your arms. You lifted her up toward the ceiling, making a funny face until she giggled. She had only started to do that two weeks before. Every time you heard it, it made your heart swell. 

“That’s your daddy, isn’t it?” you said, pointing to a photo of Bob in uniform that sat on the mantle. “Isn’t he handsome?” 

Sarah gurgled and you brushed your hand over her head softly. 

“And here’s mommy and daddy on our wedding day,” you whispered, stepping toward the hanging photo on the wall. 

You sat down on the couch, propping her up against your chest, your mouth kissing the top of her head gently. 

“When you’re older, we’ll do girls night, I promise,” you whispered. “Paint our nails, watch movies, eat candy, talk about boys. Or girls. Or maybe we can convince daddy to get a pet llama and then we can name him something like Earl or Tony. Or we could get a dog and name him pickles.” 

You leaned back against the soft cushions and looked around. The house had changed so much in the short amount of time you had lived there. It had gone from a bachelor pad to a family home, Sarah’s toys littering the floor, a playmat on the ground near the soft ottoman, a half-full mug of coffee sitting cold on the coffee table. 

“Listen, honey,” you whispered, turning Sarah around so she was lying back against your legs, her tiny feet brushing against your fingertips. She smiled up at you. “You have the best daddy in the entire world. He loves you so much. He loved you before you were even born. And he’s going to take care of you, no matter what. I know you’ll probably be a pain in his butt sometimes. That’s OK, I am too.” You smiled. “But promise me you’ll be good, sweetheart. Promise me you’ll look after him, too. He’s going to need you. Whether or not he realizes it. He’ll need you and you’ll need him. But that’s why you have each other. And remember that no matter what, I love you with all my heart. No matter what, being your mom and loving your daddy are the best decisions I’ve ever made.” 

A few hours later, Bob shut the door softly behind him. “Sunny?” 

The hallway was dark. He stepped down the hall toward the kitchen and living room. One lamp was on in the corner and he grinned when he spotted you asleep with Sarah napping softly on your chest. Quietly, he pulled out his phone, creeping nearer, taking a photo and sending it to Natasha immediately. 

He rounded the couch and gently lifted Sarah out of your arms. You stirred awake as he put the baby against his chest, one hand on her back, rubbing her softly. 

“Bobby?” you murmured, groggy. 

He smiled. “Let me put her down, OK?” 

You nodded, following him slowly to the hallway, watching as he laid Sarah down in her crib. He stripped off his jacket and kicked off his shoes, wrapping you up in his arms, your head tipped back against his chest, eyes fluttering closed. “Did you have a nice time?” you asked. 

Bob kissed the top of your head. “Yeah. But I couldn’t get home fast enough,” he whispered. “Needed to see my girls.” 

“We were here waiting for you.” You pulled his arms around you tightly, breathing in his familiar scent. Somehow, everything felt right. This is how it was always supposed to be. “We’ll always be waiting for you, Bobby,” you whispered. 

*Six months later* 

“Where’s my favorite little girl?” Bradley barreled down the hallway, practically snatching Sarah off of the playmat on the floor and into his arms. She squealed in joy as he spun her around once before settling her on his hip and walking into the kitchen. 

“Bradshaw, you couldn’t even come early to help set up?” Phoenix asked. 

“Had to go out and buy princess here an amazing first birthday present,” he said. 

She rolled her eyes. “I told you to do that a week ago.” 

“When has Bradshaw ever done anything on time?” Jake set down a neatly wrapped box on the kitchen table and headed straight for the bowl of chips on the counter. “Where’s Floyd?” 

Natasha cocked her head to the side. “He’s outside. Needed a break I think.” 

“Someone should go keep him company.” Erin walked through the hallway and into the kitchen. Instinctively, Jake pulled her against him, one of his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. “He’s lonely.” 

“You’re probably right,” Natasha said. 

Jake kissed the top of Erin’s head. “She’s always right. It’s annoying.” 

Erin slapped his ass and Jake chuckled. “Bradshaw. Why don’t you go talk to him? Give us some time with the birthday girl.” 

Bradley handed Sarah over to Jake and Erin, who set her gently on the counter, cooing over her. Phoenix poured everyone glasses of lemonade as Bradley squared his shoulders, sighing gently before opening the sliding door to the backyard. 

Bob stood out in the back of the yard next to the tree in the corner, his hands in his pockets. He had his head bowed and he shuddered when Bradley approached, placing one hand on his shoulder. 

“Bob,” he said quietly. 

Bob looked up, his blue eyes bleary with tears. He swiped at them gently and nodded. “Bradley. Thanks for coming.” 

“Wouldn’t miss Sarah’s birthday for the world.” 

Bob was quiet. He looked over at the house. “Should probably go back in, make sure everyone is doing alright. Check on Sarah.” 

“Let’s stay here a minute,” Bradley said, gesturing to the two wooden chairs and they sat down. “Nat has it all under control. Jake and Erin are with Sarah.” 

“Still can’t believe he finally confessed about her,” Bob said. “They seem happy.” 

Bradley nodded. “He’s going to propose.” 

“Really?” 

“Told me yesterday. Already has a ring and everything.” 

“Good for them.” 

Bradley looked at Bob. “Listen, man. It’s hard. It’s been a hard six months.” Bob swallowed a lump in his throat. “But you’re doing everything right. You’re doing everything you can.”

“She’s missing out,” Bob said quietly. “She’s going to spend the majority of her life without a mother. She just has me. How is that fair?” 

“It’s not,” Bradley said. “But don’t say she just has you. You’re more than enough, Floyd. And she doesn’t just have you. She has us, too. And Phoenix and Erin can teach her all that girly shit we don’t know anything about.” 

Bob squeezed his eyes shut briefly. “I miss her every day.” 

“That doesn’t go away.” 

He looked up at Bradley. “Sometimes I feel guilty. That I got to spend so much time with Reid, and that Sarah had so little time with her.” 

“She loved that little girl so much,” Bradley said. “Of course it wasn’t enough time. It never is. But she’s going to grow up and know her mother loved her. That’s something, right?” 

“I knew Reid for over a decade,” Bob whispered. “And the happiest I ever saw her was when she was holding our daughter in her arms.” 

“That’s what you tell Sarah. We can’t replace Reid. We can’t be her mom. But we can tell her that she is loved. And all you can do is be her dad. Just be her dad.” 

Bob nodded. Bradley stood up and held out a hand, pulling the other aviator to standing. Bradley stepped forward, wrapping Bob in a quick embrace before leaning back. 

“Come on,” he said quietly. “Nat has a cake waiting and if we don’t get inside, Hangman is going to eat all the appetizers first.” 

Bob nodded and followed him inside. The room was full of his friends, his family. Erin placed Sarah into his arms and she smiled, reaching out one chubby hand toward her father’s face. Natasha watched as his eyes lit up as he held her. “Hi darlin’,” he murmured softly. “It’s your birthday today, did you know that? You’re one year old. How did that happen? How did time go so fast, huh?” 

***

“Sure you don’t need any more help?” 

Bob chuckled. “She’s fed and bathed and in her pajamas and the kitchen is clean. Think I can take it from here, Nat.” 

“OK, well if you need me.” Natasha slung her bag over her arm. “Call me, OK?” 

He leaned in, hugging her with one arm, Sarah squished between them. “I will. Now go home.” 

“Fine.” She bent over, kissing Sarah’s head. “Goodnight, birthday girl. Love you lots.” 

Sarah raised a tiny, chubby arm in a wave as Natasha smiled, closing the front door behind her. Bob locked it and turned to the baby on his hip. “Time for bed, darlin’.” 

He walked to the nursery, turning on a lamp in the corner. Sarah looked up at him expectantly. 

He smiled. “What about a story first?” Bob pulled the familiar book from the shelf over the dresser and settled down onto the rocking chair with Sarah cuddled softly in the crook of his arm and on his lap. 

Bob opened the book and pressed the red button and your voice floated out, filling the room, Sarah’s fingers grabbing at the pages, reaching for you. It made Bob’s heart ache, hearing your again. It was like you were right there, in the room with them. A part of you always would be. 

“Hi baby it’s mama. Want to read a bedtime story?” 

THE END 

A/N: Thank you to everyone who read this series and interacted with it! This was my first full-length Bob series, and I've had the best time writing for Bobby and Sunny! If you're interested in more Bob content, keep an eye out for this upcoming series.

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several of y’all have tagged me to share songs I’ve been really into lately - thank you!! here ya go :)

1. No One Else by Fernando Ortega (always good. The writing! The chord progressions!! one of my favorite worship songs, especially when things get hard)

2. Foreign Hands by George Ogilvie (the beat is so unique for this genre of music! it’s almost a calypso beat or something! if any more musically gifted people know about it I’d love to know more)

3. Summerland by half•alive (I’m just really into this every summer. It’s so perfectly nostalgic)

4. See the Light by Stephen Sanchez (another from my summer playlist. He’s so vocally talented and it’s just nicely upbeat and energetic)

5. Blitzkrieg Baby by Una Mae Carlisle (a WWII swing song with hilarious lyrics. Stuck in my head because I was in an immersive WWII swing dance and play a few months ago and I miss it ever since I went back to the venue for a friend’s wedding recently)

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Easily in Love

Josh X Male OC (Love)

The idea for this fic based on this ask! Thank you for the request @stayinginthesun

I decided to go in a slightly different direction than the usual Dad Josh content, but I really, really love Josh and Love and I hope you enjoy them too ❤️

Once again, thank you, my best friend @lipstickitty for helping me figure out ideas and directions I wanted this to go in.

Josh POV

Once you had gotten home, you fell into a sort of quiet state. One that was peculiar for you if one was to ask your Love about it. You couldn't help it, the mass of information you were given today was almost overwhelming. You both had met with your fertility doctor last week, and this morning you met with the surrogacy agency they were partnered with. There were so many decisions to be made.

"Josh... You okay hon?" He asked, sitting down next to you, placing a hot mug of tea down on your placemat.

"Yeah, there's just so much to think about. So much to decide on, my head hurts from it all."

He reaches up, gently rubbing the crown of your head, tension and worries melting away at the hands of your Love. He leaned in and kissed your temple," You know we don't have to decide today."

"I know but we need to do it soon. I want our baby." You reached forward bringing the beverage to your lips, feeling the steam tickle your nose.

He sits back in his chair, watching you drink the beverage that was lovingly prepared for you just the way you liked it.

"Ya know. It's not a hard decision for me. I want it to be you Josh. I want to use your sperm to make our baby. You're the light of my life, I can imagine how incredible our baby is going to be if you create them."

"Love ..."

He whispers, voice full of emotion," I don't think it needs to be much of a discussion. You're my pick, babe. "

Sitting your mug down on the kitchen table you turn in your seat to face him," But... Are you sure? I don't want you to feel left out."

He chuckles," Left out? Josh, I could never feel left out. We get to experience fatherhood together. I only hope our baby get your eyes, or your smile. Or, oh! Your laugh. I hope they get excited the same way you do over little gifts that others would find meaningless. I hope they find love in every little thing, like you do."

Shuddering out a breath, you feel overcome with emotions, with happiness," You really want it to be me?"

He grasps your hands in his, his touch feeling like home," I do Josh. I do."

💕💕💕💕

Love grasped your hand tightly as you sat, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as your family gathered at your home eager for your news. Weeks prior you and Love had selected the gender of your baby, but you had decided to wait to tell your family. After all, you loved a party. Drinks and laughter were being shared, everyone giddy to celebrate the clans newest member. As the evening went on the reveal was becoming highly anticipated.

Love leaned down, his voice soft asking," Are you ready to tell everyone Josh?"

You turned your head towards him, eager," So ready my Love, so ready."

He grasped your hand leading you to stand in front of the fireplace, where everyone will be able to see and hear.

Loves voice boomed, gathering the attention of your families," Okay okay! We are so happy that you all are here to celebrate our little bean. They're so healthy and strong, and they'll be home before we know it."

You leaned down, grabbing the brown neutral colored gift bag, and stuffed your hand in grabbing ahold of the colored onesie.

You chuffed," Mom's, are you watching?"

You found yours and Loves mom in the small crowd, maintaining eye contact for a few moments with each of them.

Pulling the tiny newborn size onesie out of the bag your family cheered as you and your Love said in unison," A girl!"

💕💕💕💕

You watched your Love with tears in your eyes. It was first night with your baby, your little Evelyn. He paced slowly around the nursery, a little bounce in his steps as he nestled her against his bare chest.

"Do you want a break? Your arms must be tired."

Loves voice was quiet," No. Not tired."

You giggled," Okay, let me rephrase that. Give me the baby it's my turn to hold her "

Love laughed, the rattling of his chest making your tiny baby squirm. He kissed the fuzzy top of her head before depositing her in your arms, her tiny fist clenching around the warm soft fabric of your oversized sweatshirt.

The tiny 6 or so pound warm weight on your chest was breathing deeply, her little legs curled up under her body, you hummed," Our perfect little Evie."

Love placed a tiny pink baby blanket in your lap, smiling," In case she gets cold. Do you want something to eat? I can heat up one one of those lasagnas my mom made us."

Your hands skirted down her little back," I could eat. She's gonna need a bottle soon."

"Okay, I'll make it while our dinners heating up."

You smile, a giggle escaping your lips," First family dinner."

Love leaned down kissing your daughters head before placing a deep kiss on your lips," First family dinner."

After you had a minor struggle with making a mess with the formula powder, you all filled your stomaches with delicious food. Love did the dishes while you burped and changed your little bean. Finally the three of you retired to the living room, you turned to your Love," Hey, what if we have our first Family Movie Night. Put on a childhood classic?"

He agreed, pulling up the newly subscribed Disney Plus.

"So what should we watch. Brother Bear? That was a good one."

"Nah, too new."

"2003 is too new?"

"What about Atlantis?"

"It came out in 2001, is that 'too new'?"

Chuckling, draping a blanket over yourself and Evelyn," Maybe, but I want to watch it."

He clicks play and they settle in, Evelyn fast asleep on your chest.

Giggling to yourself you look between Milo Thatch on the screen and Love, you take in his flowy dirty blonde hair, his glasses, and his mustache," You know. It makes sense that I had a crush on Milo as a kid. You two look so similar, the resemblance is uncanny!"

"Oh shut up! I don't look like Milo!"

Your giggling continues, disturbing Evie from her slumber," You really do!"

Patting her back you tried to soothe her, soon enough her tiny cries subside and she clutches her little hand around your finger. A little laugh/sob slips through your lips, the scene before you one of the cutest things you've ever witnessed.

Love leaned into your shoulder," See, she's holding her Daddy's hand. She loves you."

He grabs his phone from the coffee table in front of you, opening the camera app and taking a few photos. He clicks on the screen for a few more seconds before turning it around showing you the new folder," ❤️Evie & Josh❤️"

After the movie ends Love gets up, stretching out his back and yawning," I guess we better hit the hay. She's gonna be up in a few hours anyway."

He takes her from your grasp, extending his hand helping you up off the couch. Once again the three of you find yourselves in her pretty pink nursery. As Love gets her pajamas out, and a new diaper for her to change into, you take out your phone and press record.

Alright, here's our first Home Video! Here's miss Evie about to get a diaper change and her pajamas on. She's been such a good girl, and we are so so proud of her.

Love! Say hi to the camera!

Hi camera!

You're such an ass!

Pressing the record button again you stop the video, quickly adding it to a new folder titled 'Home Videos'

"Before you put her PJs on I'd like to get some pictures of you two, skin to skin.'

Love smiles, reaching behind his head pulling his shirt off. He scoops up his little girl, sitting down in the rocking chair next to the glowing salt lamp. Kneeling down on the floor you get the best angles, making them look ethereal in the glow. Your two favorite people, your Love and your Evie.

Crawling up to the chair you lean your head down, resting the side of your face against Love's chest. Leaning in you press kisses to the soft pink skin of Evelyn's tummy. All cute and slightly distended from her dinner.

"I love her so much. I'm so happy we have her."

Love tangles his fingers in your curls, scratching your scalp," I'm so happy too Josh.... Thank you. For agreeing to use your DNA. I can't wait to watch her grow and see her resemble the one I love most."

"I love you, my Love. You make it so easy to be in love with you."