#i am very ready to go home tomorrow and see the babies though

[lovelaceisntdead]

Today was a good day I got to look round an old bindery that I was really interested in and the man who worked there was so nice and so encouraging and it made me feel so much better about choosing to pursue a dying craft. And I saw so many lesbians walking around and I went to a little queer cafe (completely by accident) and had my little gay drink and today has just made me feel so much more hopeful. Oh and I looked hot today.

[azurefanfics]

Incoming call from Lover Boy <3

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x reader

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: A late night call from your lover Wonwoo after successfully wrapping up his second Tokyo concert.

Note: To celebrate Nana Tour coming to an end I decided to FINALLY write the fic idea I’ve had since episode 1. Please forgive my rusting writing skills - it’s the first fic I’ve actually written in years!

“Incoming call from Lover Boy <3”

The familiar nickname flashed up on your screen, causing you to pause in your reading, smiling slightly at the phone. It was just a joke at first - changing your boyfriend’s nickname in your phone to see how he would react, but the sheepish pink blush that painted his cheeks whenever he caught a glimpse of it drove you to keep it that way ever since.

Your phone continued to buzz angrily, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“What’s up?” you questioned, picking up the phone right away. It wasn’t unusual for Wonwoo to call you when he was away, but you knew he’d just wrapped up a concert that night and usually he’d prefer to either celebrate with the boys or just sleep, especially this late.

“Sorry baby, were you asleep?” a familiar face came into view, picking up on the slightly sleepy tone of your voice and voicing out his concerns.

“No, I was just finishing up this chapter, don’t worry. Is everything ok? What happened to drinking with the guys?” you asked, turning your camera on in turn.

“I had a drink already, but I thought I’d turn in early or else I’d be up all night with those idiots. We do fly out at 6 am after all.” The rosy flush that dusted over his features revealed the truth in his statement, as he shook his head fondly at the questionable sleeping habits of his members. “Besides I couldn’t miss out on speaking with you, it’s the highlight of my day.”

This made you smile a little to yourself. Although you’ve never doubted your boyfriend’s love for you, it still felt good to hear that your presence lights up his day in the same way his does to yours.

As you continued chatting about anything and everything - mostly the boys’ antics during the concert - Wonwoo began to remove the remnants of his stage makeup and get ready for bed. You did the same, basking in the moment of shared domesticity despite the ocean between you both. Despite all of the moments you’ve shared together, perhaps watching him sleepily rub his eyes with makeup remover is the most romantic of them all.

Before long, Wonwoo was done cleaning his face and headed back into the hotel bedroom as the two of you chatted. The lights went out with a click and you heard faint shuffling noises as Wonwoo struggled with his clothes. Eventually, he turned on the bedside lamp to reveal himself lying down, shirtless with his glasses on and his head on the pillow.

“You should take your glasses off hun, that’s got to be uncomfortable”, you chastised him, “and that can’t be good for the frames either”.

“No, I want to see you properly”, came the petulant response, “I won’t be able to actually hold you until tomorrow so this is the best I can get”.

“I can’t wait until you’re home.” you sighed. Although it had only been a few days, the pandemic and the fact that you were able to go with them on the last tour meant that times where you’d been away from Wonwoo were few and far between. Although the two of you had been very lucky in that regard, it did make time apart more of a struggle.

“Me neither, it’s not the same sleeping in these hotel rooms without you…”, he sighed. “I’ll be home tomorrow though! Do you have any plans? I know you’re working but maybe we could have a night in? We can watch a movie and order food? Oh! We should try out that new pizza place near ours, you know, the one Mingyu was talking about?”

“Oh yes! He made it sound so good - I’ve been wanting to check it out for a while! We should get extra and then we can have some leftovers for breakfast the next day!”

“…Babe… What are you talking about…. Pizza isn’t breakfast, you monster.” he deadpanned. At this, your cheeks puffed out a little in frustration.

“Breakfast can be whatever you want it to be! You can’t convince me that you had a healthy breakfast every day when you were living with Mingyu!”

As you continued to bicker back and forth about the validity of various breakfast(?) foods, you took a second to admire your breathtaking boyfriend. Even with his face smooshed into the pillow and his glasses askew, his handsome features and plush lips pulled into a subtle smile never failed to make you swoon.

Eventually the conversation turned to your days, catching up on everything that had happened since you last spoke. Although yours was quite uneventful - “just my manager being an idiot, as always” - Wonwoo was full of stories of shopping with the boys earlier that day.

“And then Hoshi just ran away with Coups’ crutches! He was just sat there on the floor pouting!”

As you giggled at his latest story, Wonwoo couldn’t help but join in as well. Your laughter never failed to give him the deepest joy - he would share stories until his throat ran dry, just to see you smile. He’d even endure the endless teasing from his members to buy magazines with his own face on to bring back to you. He didn’t understand why you needed them when you had the real thing - “They’re good to make collages out of, ok? Don’t judge me!” - but he’d dutifully bring them home to you to catch a glimpse of that bashful blush and shy smile of yours.

As your giggles died down, a wave of exhaustion washed over you and you couldn’t hold back your yawn. Despite doing your best to stifle it off camera, your ever attentive boyfriend still caught on.

“Are you tired baby? Sorry for keeping you up, we can always catch up tomorrow instead”, he said apologetically.

“No, no, if anyone should be tired it’s you. You’re the one that just finished a whole concert! Besides, I like hearing you talk. Tell me more about your day”.

At your gentle prompting, Wonwoo launched into another story about Dino’s latest antics. Despite his animated retelling of the members bullying their maknae, you felt calmed by his voice and felt yourself slowly being lulled to sleep. As your eyes drooped further, a gentle “sleep well baby” was the last thing you heard before your eyes shut completely.

—

The next morning you wake up to a text received at 4 am:

‘Sorry honey, we’ll have to take a rain check on our plans today. I’ve been kidnapped’

‘We’re going to Italy. I’ll bring you back some limoncello to make it up to you x’

You wracked your sleep-addled brain trying to make sense of his message before you remembered - Youth Over Flowers! You felt a slight twinge in your chest at having to cancel your date night, but that was quickly overtaken by excitement for your boyfriend, whom you know has never been to Italy before. You had considered visiting together in the past, but you’d never been able to make it work with your boyfriend’s packed schedule. Your boyfriend had rarely been able to go abroad for leisure at all in the past, let alone with almost all his members. The fact that Na PD somehow managed to surprise the boys, despite them losing all hope of the trip actually happening, just made it that much more sweet.

As you set to work looking up restaurant recommendations in Italy to make sure that your boyfriend was able to enjoy his trip to the fullest, a knock sounded on your door. Jumping out of bed and pulling on a dressing gown, you quickly made your way to the door.

“Pizza for Y/N?” It was the pizza place you’ve been wanting to try.

“I don’t think I ordered this? Do you have the wrong place?” you responded, bewildered.

“It was ordered to this address under the name of Jeon Wonwoo. There was a note left on the receipt.” At that your heart swelled, and you accepted the box gratefully from the delivery driver.

As you settled down at the kitchen table with the still hot box, you unfolded the receipt and took in the message your lover left for you.

“Sorry I can’t be there today baby. Please take this as my peace offering while I’m off expanding my pizza horizons in Italy. I hope you have a good day at work, can’t wait to see you soon! 10 days can’t go by fast enough. Please wait for me a little longer love <3”

You smiled softly at the thought of him, bleary eyed, having to pack all of his belongings in a rush, but still taking the time to think of you.

You took a bite of the piping hot pizza covered in your favourite toppings - delicious. Who ever said pizza wasn’t a breakfast food anyway?

[leah-lover]

Two hearts one timeline. Alexia putellas x reader.Angst

Part 1. part 2

“ Why did it take you so long to go out with me?” asked alexia. She sat opposite wearing a dress, heer hair was down, her makeup was minimal but she was absolutely stunning.  Her words were true though. It took her asking you out 4 times for you to agree. 

“ Well I wanted you to be sure that you wanted me. I don't want to cause you any stress especially because this is  a crucial part of the season.” you respond. “ I am happy you agreed to come with me. And yes, I really really want you.” she cheekily responded. 

Both the conversation, food and wine were great. Once you finished she drove you to your house. 

“ This was definitely the best date I have ever had.”  you say to alexia once you get to your door. “ i will be happy if this date continues?” she suggests. 

“ I am not sleeping with you, capitana. We have a game tomorrow, you need sleep. I am willing to kiss you though.” you say before giving her the sweetest most gentle kiss. Her hands on your waist, your on her neck. You last for a while before pulling out. “ go home and rest, capi.” you say before pulling out of her hold and entering your apartment complex. 

The next morning was matchday. You had a strict routine to follow and you did it to the T. However, flashes of the night before kept flooding your mind from time to time. Alexia’s smile, laugh, and lips were all what you were thinking about on your way to the stadium. 

Upon getting there, you also do your usual routine getting ready for a game you were starting, Alexia still on your mind. When you saw her in her game fit you couldn't help but let your jaw drop. She was in fact wearing a very sexy look that you wanted to tear it off her right then and there. When she saw your reaction she couldn't help but smile. 

The game started out really well. You managed to score 2 goals in 10 minutes which earned you an embrace from your captain, and the team was dominating like usual. however , it would all turn at the 60 minutes when alexia falls on the ground. You weren't far away from her when it happened so you ran as soon as you saw her ignoring the play happening. You knelt as soon as you got there and heard her say “ Joder, joder, no joder mi rodilla, no otra vez.” you understood that she was cursing about her knee. 

You then get the hai out of her face and tell her to calm down. “ Dulce bebé, todo estará bien.” you comfort her. 

You didn't hear the whistle blow, still in your bubble with Alexia when Parti urged you up to leave space for the medical team. You were shaking with fear for Alexia but the play resumed. She was the only thing on your mind for the next 10 minutes you were on the field before Jona subbed you out. 

You made an excuse for needing ice from the locker room so that you can go in and see alexia. 

Once you got there, she was laying on the physio bed alone and her knee was bandaged up.  “ ohh my sweet baby” you say to her when you see the tears i n her eyes. You go to her cup her face and kiss her lips and her red cheeks gently. 

“ It's gonna be fine mi amor.” you add but she is still silent. “ Can I stay with you?” you ask. “ Look, Jona is pretty upset about me re-injuring my knee. I don't want him to blame you or anything so it is best to keep our relationship a secret for now.” she says breaking what was left of your heart. You get up and leave immediately not wanting her to see you cry. You try and collect yourself before heading out to the field again. 

You keep your head down, meet the fans and shake the hands of the players. 

When you get to the locker room you change quickly and head to your car without saying goodby to anybody which they would later find weird. 

You cry the whole way to your house “ she is ashamed of me.” you say quietly between sobs. When you get home you go directly to your bed and fall asleep wanting this day to end. 

You wake up at 4 am and check our phone to find a text from alexia “ estrella i am just trying to protect you.” 

“ thank you capi.” you respond and shut your phone again. You didn't realize how much you felt for Alexia until you saw her down on the field,  an image that would haunt you.  

The next morning you got a message from the group chat that said that alexia was injured and needed another surgery. So you text her wishing her good luck and that you were thinking of her but she was radio silent. 

The following days were grim for you. You felt bad waking up and even worse going to training. All you thought about was how Alexia was doing. You were getting regular updates through the group chat but wanted to hold and sooth her knowing how badly she felt. You wanted to kiss  her and be with her but you couldn't since patri was at her house and a few medical staff members too. 

You were bad at training, you didn't sleep well or eat well and your negative state was obvious to the entire team. 

“ chica what’s wrong?” asked aitana one day after training. As soon as she put her hand on your back you broke down and started crying. You didn't realize how touch starved you were and how much you needed to be comforted. 

“ You need to talk to me right now.”  ordered aitana after you came down. 

“ I caused alexia’s injury.” you declare looking at the ground. 

“ We started dating a few weeks ago and we went on a date the day before. I think I distracted her and caused her injury. I just want to be there for her and love her but we are a secret so I can't.” when you verbalized  your feelings you felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. 

“ re-injuries happen when you had an ACL it's not your fault estrella . if you want to go see the captain a can arrange that.” 

You look at her in shock before she says “ go get ready i go do some phone calls. “ 

When you park in front of her apartment, nerves settle in your stomach but you push through, go to her door and open it with the keys patri left under the mat. 

You enter as quietly as possible. When you set your gaze on her form you feel relieved. She was laying on the couch watching tv with her knee propped up on a pillow. 

When you see each other she smiles and you tear up. 

“ oh my god i missed you so much.” she says when you reach her. “ Amor, why are you crying?” she adds. 

“ I missed you.” you respond before meeting her soft lips. “ I was  so worried.” you say before she cuts you off. 

“ I know aitana told me. Amor, you didn't cause anything and I am sorry for pushing you away.” 

“ te amo” she added. “ I love you too” you respond before kissing her again. 

[prettyinpurplelights]

hii ur writing is SOO SOO good im practically going insane over ur mbappe writings. could u pls write smth about mbappe being sick and reader having to take care of him but he's just enjoying being a brat and clinging to reader ? like imagine taking care of this manchild. imagine the HAVOC he would wreck if he didn't get a kiss from his gf

HOUR OF NEED

Heyy, thank you for your lovely words, means so much 🫶🏿 hope this is okay!

“You’re leaving me here all by myself? This is your fault.” Your boyfriend sniffles, pouting as you put on your jacket, ready to leave the house.

“I warned you about kissing me last week when I was sick.”

“But your mouth was so nice and warm.”

“And now here we are.”

“So you’re going to abandon me in my hour of need?”

“Kylian, it’s just a cold. You’ll survive.” You roll your eyes.

“I hope you know those may be your last words to me. Ever! Who knows if I’ll still be alive and breathing when you get back.” He shivers dramatically and you grab your bag, placing your phone in your coat pocket.

“I spent all day yesterday playing nurse Ky, I have to go to the office.”

“And you think if nurses just left their patients before they got better, anyone would recover?”

“You are a ridiculous man Kylian Mbappe. You have a runny nose and a high temperature, just keep hydrated and take your pills. I’ll see you at 6.” You reach over to kiss his forehead and he rolls over and pulls the covers high over his head.

“You don’t deserve to kiss me.” His voice his muffled under the blankets and you laugh.

“Whatever you big baby.” You call as you shut the bedroom door behind you.

————

“So if we push the campaign from this angle, I think the overall engagement would-“

PING!

Your phone buzzes for the hundredth time in the last 10 minutes since you started giving your pitch to the newest clients at your firm. You reach for your phone to turn it off, apologising profusely, when it starts ringing and you see your boyfriend’s face lighting up the screen.

“I’m so sorry, I just have to take this very quickly, I really apologise.” You hold your hands in a prayer sign before scrambling out of the office with the phone to your ear.

“Kylian, what the hell do you want.”

“Y/N…” his voices sounds strained and breathless, and you immediately begin to worry.

“Kyky? Baby what’s wrong?”

“I just…can you…” He coughs violently and you wince. He really doesn’t sound good, and you feel start to feel a little guilty for leaving him alone. “Can you…come home please? E…Emergency.” He croaks out that last part, as though he doesn’t have the energy to do anything else.

“Oh baby. I’ll be there as soon as I can okay? I’m sorry for not taking you seriously. I’m leaving the office as soon as I can.”

“Thank you,” he breathes before hanging up abruptly and you think the absolute worst. Maybe it wasn’t just a cold, maybe it was something worse, and now he’s alone and confused and deteriorating. You head back into the conference room, chewing on the inside of your cheek anxiously.

“Everything okay Y/N?” Your boss asks.

“Yes, ummm, it’s just my boyfriend is really ill right now, and he’s just called me and he doesn’t sound too good so I’m a bit worried that’s all. But we can get this pitch finished up and I’ll go and quickly see him on my lunch break-“

“Kylian is ill?” He says, shocked as if you’d just told him his own mother on was on her death bed. “Oh no, you must go to him right away. We have the PowerPoint and your notes, Lisa can finish your pitch.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes of course, I hope he makes a speedy recovery.”

“Thank you so much, and I really am sorry.” You disconnect your laptop from the hdmi cable connected to the project and slide it into your handbag.

“Don’t worry about it Y/N, please let us know how he’s doing tomorrow, you don’t have to come in if he’s still not feeling well.” He smiles. You thank him one last time before rushing out of the office and down to the elevator to the underground car park. You barely lock your seatbelt in place before hightailing it out of the building.

“Kylian!” You yell as soon as you make it back into the apartment. You drop your bag at the door and hurry up the steps, taking them two at time. It’s not long before you’re bursting into the bedroom. “Ky, baby what’s wrong? Have your symptoms gotten worse?” You sit on the bed, taking his sweaty face into your hands. “I’m sorry for leaving you baby.”

“You���re back.” He croaks.

“Of course,” you sigh leaning in to kiss him and he lets you this time. “What was so urgent?”

“I…the bistro is out of chicken soup and I really want some chicken soup, I was wondering if you could make some for me please?” You drop his head, and he falls back onto the pillow violently.

“Ouch!” He moans, rubbing his head.

“Kylian…” you close your eyes, your right hand pressing on the bridge of your nose. “Kylian, do not tell me you pulled me out of work because you want FUCKING SOUP!”

“I missed you too?” He pouts.

“Kylian! I was in an important meeting with my boss!”

“The one that’s the PSG fan? I’ll have someone send him some tickets to our next game, he’ll be fine.” You roll your eyes.

“Of course that’s why he let me leave the office without hesistation….but that’s not the point Ky!”

“Look babe, I’m sorry for making you leave work.” He doesn’t look sorry in the slightest and it pisses you off even more. “But I mean…you’re here now? So…”

“So???”

He opens his arms, his eyes wide as he smiles. “Come spend the day in bed with me.” You throw a pillow at him, landing in the space his open arms created, before storming out of the room.

“Where are you going?” He calls out.

“To make YOUR FUCKING SOUP!“ you shout back. “Tu es un putain d’idiot!”

———

You feel someone’s arms wrap around you as you’re stirring the soup and you shrug your shoulders.

“Get off me Kylian.” You mumble.

“Are you mad at me?” He asks, holding you tighter as he presses a kiss into your neck.

“Kylian Mbappe Lottin, I’m within an arms reach of very sharp objects. Get the fuck off me.”

“No.” He insists, burying his head further into your neck. “I want to hug you. I read somewhere hugs and kisses when you’re sick are very healing.” He moves from behind you to stand by your side, his arms around your shoulders instead, leaning forward with his eyes closed and lips pursed. You shove the teaspoon you were using to taste the soup into his mouth instead and push him off you as you untie your apron and place it on the work surface.

“You can keep your kisses. I’m not trying to get sick again.”

“You kissed me earlier when you came back?”

“Yeah when I thought you were on your death bed you manipulative man child.”

“Oh Y/N, come on!” He whines, stomping his feet. “I’m not a baby.” You look at his stomping foot and raise an eyebrow. He stops and his lips turn up in a little smile. “Okay fine, maybe I am a baby. But I’m your baby. And your baby is sick and needs you. He needs your kisses. Desperately or he might drop to the floor right now.”

“Drop. I don’t care, I’m not kissing you.”

“But I said I’m sorry!” He groans.

“And you’re forgiven. But I’m not kissing you. I don’t want to get sick again.”

“Actually,” he says, coming up to you as you reach into a cabinet above the sink to grab two bowls. “Since I caught this cold from you, it’s the same strain, and you can’t catch a cold twice with the same strain of virus. So you can kiss me as much as you want.”

“And since when did you become Dr. Mbappe.”

“I did some reading in the 3 hours you abandoned me.” You slide past him and start serving up the soup in the bowls.

“Good for you.”

He takes the bowls from you and sets them on the island before backing you up against the counter. The blanket around his shoulders falls to the floor as he rests his arms either side of you on the granite worktop, trapping your body between his.

“Just one kiss.” He whispers against your lips, his face barely an inch from yours. “Please. Just one.”

“Fine.” You press your lips against his lightly, ready to pull away but his hands cage your face, and he presses his lips harder against yours, deepening the kiss. You both pull away eventually breathless, your hand around his neck.

“Better?” You ask in a low voice.

“I’m cured.” He murmurs, before he suddenly recoils and sneezes all over your face.

“DUDE!” You shout, pushing him away as you reach for a tissue.

“Well, almost cured.” He laughs, stopping when he sees your stone cold expression, your eyes shooting daggers at him. You shove his bowl of soup into his chest and go to sit on the sofa with yours. You soon feel Kylian snuggle up next to you, lying down dramatically with his hand over his forehead.

“I suddenly feel weak and dizzy, I don’t think I can hold myself up Y/N.”

“What? You want me to feed you the soup now?”

“If you insist.” He smirks.

“You are unbelievable,” You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling too as you pick up the bowl and hold a spoonful to his lips.

“I also think a kiss in between each spoonful will really help speed up my recovery process.” He nods as he slurps the soup from the spoon.

“You know what, you should legally change your name to Mbaby.”

“Haha funny.” He retorts. He points to the soup, then his lips before opening his mouth wide. You intentionally put the bowl down and pull out your phone, flipping the camera to selfie mode and holding it up so both you and Kylian are in the frame simultaneously.

“Look at this big baby here,” You start, as you press the live option on your instagram. “Big boy Kylian Mbappe lying here while I feed him soup because he’s got a little cold he can’t handle.” Kylian reaches up to grab your phone but you leap from the sofa to the other side of the coffee table.

“Y/N, turn it off.”

“Oh look,” you say into the camera. “Suddenly he has the energy to get up. You should’ve seen him merely a few seconds ago guys, acting as though he had the plague.”

“Y/N, I’m warning you.”

You laugh as you read some of the comments from the fans on your live, getting louder as you see one from his teammate.

“Ky, Achraf said stop being such a pussy!”

“That’s it!” Kylian says before leaping over the table, but you’re a tad quicker than he is, dodging his lunge and making a break for it into the kitchen. “Cut the live Y/N, or I swear-“

“Or what?” You taunt, flipping the camera so it’s facing him as he stares you down from the other end of the island in the middle of the kitchen. You quickly slip through the door and up the steps before he can reach you, but Kylian proves himself to be one of the fastest men in the world once again because he’s grabbing onto your shirt just as you reach the top of the steps pulling you to the floor, his full weight on top of you as you raise your arm as high as you can out of his reach.

“Okay guys, I have to go, it’s time to feed baby Kyky his cough syrup.” You say just as Kylian grabs the phone out of your hand and turns it off.

“Looks like you’re suddenly feeling better hmm?” You tease, laughing.

“You…” He starts but his sentence trails and he pulls the blanket over his mouth before sneezing into it loudly. He sniffs, rolling over so he’s lying next to you, wheezing and breathless. “You’re so lucky I’m ill. Once this cold is gone, you’re dead.”

———

Tried to make it a bit fluffy, I feel like it probably wasn’t that fluffy aksjsksk enjoy ! <3

[callsign-dexter]

A Dog Situation

Request: Hi I love your work and was wondering if you could do a Tim Bradford x daughter!reader where maybe Nolan is watching her while Tim is at work because it’s a weekend, and they decide to go out to lunch and on the way back they pass by a box that says ‘free puppies’ a reader grabs one and Nolan knows he shouldn’t agree but he’s a big softie and then Tim comes homes and is just so confused.

No pressure to write this have a good day/night🫶🏻

Pairings: Tim Bradford x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: fluff

Baby Bradford: A Little Fighter

Masterlist

A/N: thank you to @callsigns-haze for making this very adorable banner!

It was rare for Tim to be working on a weekend but Sergeant Grey needed all the help he could get out on the streets. Tim loved his job but he loved spending time with you more. Of course, you understood that his job could be demanding and took him away from you on the weekends, you couldn't be mad about that after all he is the one paying the bills.

Usually, you would have a babysitter on hand or when the others weren't working that got put on babysitting duty, giving your normal babysitter a break. Normally Talia and Nolan would be going in as well but weren't called in for whatever reason. You had known that he was getting called into work the weekend on Thursday and it wasn't a big surprise. Instead of your dad coming home Friday night he would be working until Saturday night which meant that Nolan would be picking you up and spending the night at your house in the guest room.

You love your ‘Uncle’ Nolan. He gave you all the sweets you wanted and let you do things your dad wouldn't let you do, though he respected your dad's rules. He also understood you and knew how to react in certain situations because he also had a kid, a son. If it wasn't for him, you probably would be much harder on your dad, of course you were hard on him but it could be worse.

It had been decided that Tim would be dropping you off at school Friday morning and then Nolan would be picking you up. You had already known Angela and Talia very well and Tim trusted them with you. It took a while but eventually Tim was ok with leaving you with the rookies, you made fast friends with everyone. He was more than ok leaving you with Nolan because he too was a dad and knew how children could be, he knew how to handle situations.

Tim's 6:30 AM alarm had just gotten off and jerked him out of his sleep. He was quick to turn it off before it could wake you up. He laid there for a second but then was rolling out of bed and started to get ready for a full day of work and then overnight work. He quickly took a shower and brushed his teeth and then dressed, after he was done, he walked out and went to your room and checked in on you. He smiled seeing that you were still asleep. He closed the door and went to the kitchen, starting a pot of coffee for him and started to get breakfast ready for him and you. When he heard your door open and the pitter patter of feet coming into the kitchen he smiled, right on time. “Hey, Sweetheart.” He said when you came and stood next to him, he slung an arm around your shoulders and you melted into his touch.

“Hi, Daddy.” You said not truly awake yet. He turned and kissed your head and then turning back towards the food,

“Remember Nolan is going to be picking you up today and staying with you until I get off work tomorrow afternoon.” He said and you nodded.

“I remember.” You said and he smiled and then you were moving away from him and grabbing a glass so you could get something to drink. Just about that time he had turned off the stove and you watched him stack the pancakes on the plates, then heading over to you sitting one plate in front of you and then the other where he would be sitting.

Both of you ate in a relatively comfortable silence, every now and then talk would happen but other than that nothing much was said. When you both finished your breakfast, he looked at you “Go ahead and get ready for school.” He said and watched you get up and put your plate in the sink and then scamper off heading to get ready for school, he smiled watching you. He asked himself how he got so lucky to have you as a kid. He hated what your mother did to you but that just meant that you had a stronger bond with him. Not long, you were coming out dressed and ready to go. He smiled at you as you grabbed your bag and he grabbed his and the both of you were out the door and to his truck.

After a short trip to your school, he was pulling up to the front of the school and turning to you. “Be good and don't smart off. Also remember to be good for Nolan when he comes and picks you up and stays with you.” He said, giving you a pointed look and you smiled up at him.

“I’m always good, Dad.” You said and he smiled and kissed your forehead.

“Don’t put him in a situation where he can't say no to either.” He said as you were getting out and you turned and smirked at him.

“I would never do that.” You said with a playfully hurt expression but he quickly turned into a smile and then you were shutting the door and giving him a wave and then you were off going into the school meeting up with some of your friends.

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Tim arrived at the precinct and had just parked beside Lucy’s car. He got out and started into the precinct. He said hi to people and the front desk person. He walked into the locker room and started getting dressed when Nolan walked up to him. “Hey.” He said and Tim looked at him and smiled.

“Hey, Y/N is excited to be able to hang out with you tonight and tomorrow.” He said and Nolan smiled.

“I’m excited too. I love that kid.” Nolan said and that made Tim smile.

“She loves you too. Oh, don’t let her get you in a situation that you can’t say no to. She is good about doing that. Also don’t fall for the puppy dog eyes.” Tim said and Nolan chuckled.

“Nobody can resist those eyes.” He said and Tim smiled and agreed. They walked out in the briefing room and got ready to start the day.

The rest of the day went by smoothly, calls were answered and arrests were made. Before anyone knew it, it was the end of the day. Nolan walked in and got changed and as he was walking out Tim caught him. “Hey, have a good night tonight and day tomorrow. If you need me, call me and I’ll answer and if I’m needed, I’ll be there. Kitchen is fair game and so is the coffee, other drinks, there is food in the pantry, freezer, and fridge. Take out is also an option, Y/N/N knows where the money is and she has my credit card plugged into her phone and most take out options.” Tim said and Nolan nodded and smiled.

“Don’t worry, we’ll have fun and if we need you, you will be notified. Also, I can pay for the food.” Nolan said and Tim nodded.

“You don’t have to do that.” Tim said and Nolan shook his head.

“I want to.” He replied and Tim nodded in defeat. He knew that his little girl is in good hands but he’s a dad, it’s his job to worry. “Now go continue your shift. I’m gonna go and pick up your little girl and we’re going to have a blast. We’ll send pictures.” Nolan said and that made Tim smile. Tim walked off when Seargent Grey called out to him and Nolan was off to get you. Nolan walked to his truck and got in after throwing his bag into the back and then he got into the driver’s side and started his truck up and headed to your school, which wasn’t that far. Nolan got in the line with the other cars and waited for them to move. When he was finally up in the front, he saw you waiting and then when you saw him you smiled and hurriedly walked to his truck and he got in. “Hello, Baby Braford.” He said and you rolled your eyes.

“Hello, Uncle Nolan.” You said and you gave him a hug and you both were headed to your house. “What’s the plan for tonight?” You asked and he smiled.

“Well, your dad said there was some food in the pantry, fridge, and freezer. So, we can cook something up or we can order out. I was also thinking about having a movie night.” He said and you turned to him and he made a quick glance at you and saw you smiling and smiled but then paid attention to the road.

“Ohhh!!! Chinese food and movie night!” You said and he chuckled.

“You got it.” He said “We’ll order it once we get home.” He added and you nodded excited. Before you knew it you were home and he was pulling into the driveway. He parked the truck and killed the engine and then you both were getting out. Nolan grabbed his second bag and you grabbed your backpack and you both headed into the house after you unlocked the door with your key. You set your bag on by the door and Nolan walked to the guest room and set his bag on the bed. He walked out of the room and into the kitchen where you were leaning against the counter scrolling on your phone answering texts from your friends and your dad. You looked up when you heard Nolan. “Alright, you wanna go ahead and order the food and get movie night started?” He asked and nodded excitedly. “Why don’t you go and get changed and I’ll order, my treat.” He said before you could argue and nodded and headed off. “Want your usual?” He asked and you turned to him.

“Of course.” You said with that Bradford smirk and watched you walk on. He pulled out his phone and opened the app and ordered his and your usual order. Now the wait starts.

It wasn’t long until you had come out in some sweats and your dad’s hoodie that you “borrowed” from him but he knew he had lost it when you got your hands on it. Nolan had gotten the TV said up when you had come out of your room and into the living room. “What do you want to watch?” He asked as you came and sat down on the couch.

“National Treasure?” You asked

“Oh, my favorite. Do you want to start with the first one and then watch the second one?” He asked and you nodded excitedly. This is why he was your favorite. 20 minutes into the movie and the doorbell rang meaning the food was here and he got up to answer it as you got up and grabbed drinks. He shut the door and you both walked into the living room. You both sorted out the food and then you started the movie back up and began to eat.

After National Treasure ended you started National Treasure: Book of Secrets up and you both laughed and commented throughout the movie. Food was eaten throughout both movies and you had a blanket thrown over you. It was getting pretty late by the time that one ended but you were nowhere near ready to go to bed. As the credits rolled you looked over at Nolan “What’s it’s gonna be now?” You asked and he thought about it.

“Top Gun?” He asked and he watched your face light up. Top Gun was one of your all-time favorites and it was your dad’s too.

“Yes!!!! I knew you were my favorite for a reason.” You said and he laughed.

“There are a lot of reasons why I’m your favorite.” He said and you nodded.

“You got that right.” You said and then you got up and switched out the movies and then rushed to the couch and threw the blanket back over you and snuggled into Nolan. When it got to Goose’s death you cried so hard, you always did and Nolan wasn’t going to lie he teared up too. Once it ended, which you were sad about, you turned to him “Did you hear that they are coming out with a second one?” You asked and he turned to you.

“Oh really? When is it coming out?” He asked

“They haven’t given a date yet.” You said and he nodded and then you decided on a few more movies, Rock of Ages, Battleship, and all of the Mission Impossibles, and before you knew it, it was 12 AM. Throughout the night pictures of you and Nolan’s selfies of you and him eating and making funny pictures were sent to Tim.

“Alright, kiddo. Time for bed.” He said and you looked at him.

“I’m not even tired.” You said just as soon as a yawn escaped you and he chuckled.

“Nope. Bed time.” He said and you pouted but got up and trudged off into your room and got into bed and fell asleep quickly.

Nolan started to clean up and turn the TV off and made sure the movie was in the movie case, and threw away the trash. He turned off the lights and headed to the guest room. He stopped at your door and opened it and checked in on you and smiled when he saw that you were sound asleep. He shut the door and walked into the bedroom and got ready for bed. Once he was ready, he laid down and was quick to fall asleep.

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The next morning, Saturday, you woke up the smell of bacon and pancakes. Your stomach growled and it had you getting up and walking out of your room and into the kitchen to see Nolan already dressed and at the stove. When he heard you, he turned and he smiled “Hey.” He said and you smiled “I figured we have breakfast and then get out of the house and do some shopping and hanging out.” He said and you smiled.

“That sounds great.” You said and he smiled and turned off the stove and then handed you a plate and you both got what you wanted and then sat down at the table. You saw that your drink and his coffee were already on the table. Breakfast was eaten and small talk was made. He asked you about school and you asked him about work. It was fun and it was like when you were talking with your dad.

After breakfast you were getting up and putting your dish in the sink, something your dad taught you from an early age “Hey, once you get dressed and teeth brushed. We’ll get going.” Nolan said and you nodded. You were quick to get ready into some jeans and a ‘Talk to me, Goose’ shirt and then you threw on your dad’s hoodie again. You brushed your teeth and put your hair up in a ponytail. You grabbed your phone and headed into the kitchen. Nolan had just finished wiping down the table and counter when he turned when he heard you “Ready to go?” He asked and you nodded and he smiled. You both walked out and you locked the door behind you. You both got into the truck and headed off into the town.

When he got to where he had planned, he parked and killed the engine and then you both were getting out and walked into the shop. You both had a blast and bought some things. Everything was close enough so you didn’t have to keep getting back into the truck and leaving. After spending the morning shopping, you decided to have lunch at a cute little bakery. You both talked about anything and everything. As you finished lunch and were heading back to the truck because your dad was due home in 3 hours, you heard what sounded like puppy whimpering and you being an animal lover had to go and investigate. Meaning you veered off from Nolan and he was quick to take notice of this “Y/N.” He said and started off after you but you ignored him “Y/N Bradford, you cannot just walk off.” He said in a tone a parent would use when scolding a child, which he technically was.

“But Uncle Nolan! I heard puppies! I just couldn’t walk away.” You all but pouted.

“Never do it again.” He said and you nodded. You then turned and looked at the box that said ‘Free Puppies’. You peered down at them and there were only 2 left. They were Golden Retriever puppies, standard golden color. They both came straight to you when you bent down to see them and you picked them up, both were male. Nolan could see the wheels turning “Y/N.” He said in a warning tone.

“Uncle Nolan.” You whined “Please. Look at them.” You said and put the puppy in front of his face and licked him and then he looked at you and you had brought on your puppy dog eyes. This would be the situation that Tim said not to let you get him into. Nolan had an internal battle with himself but his heart won.

“Ok, fine.” He said “They're kind of cute.” He said and you squealed

“We need to take the other one, Uncle Nolan. We can't split them up.” You said and Nolan looked apprehensive.

“Y/N.” He said trying so hard not to give in but he was losing.

“Please, with a cherry on top.” You pleaded with puppy dog eyes.

“Fine. I remember passing a pet store while walking around. We can stop in and grab some stuff. Your dad is going to kill me.” He said but you weren’t listening to him because you were interested in the puppies. As you arrived at the pet store you walked in and Nolan got a shopping cart and first went to the collars, leashes, and harness. You got collars, harnesses, and leashes in blue and red. Then you went to get bowls for water and food. After doing that you got some KONG toys and 4 beds. Then two crates that would be switched to bigger ones when they got older. As you got to the food you were a little lost until a worker came over and helped you and got you treats. Then you went to the dog tags. “What are you gonna name them?” Nolan asked and you thought long and hard about it.

“Maverick and Goose.” You said beaming up at him, he smiled and shook his head. That is a perfect name. He typed it in for you, putting Maverick on the front and then your name and phone number and then Tim’s name and number on the back it printed out on a blue dog bone shaped tag with black writing. He did the same for Goose but on a red tag. Maverick and Goose had fallen asleep in your arms. Once it was done you headed over to check out and you paid for everything with your money and then you both were heading out and to his truck. He loaded everything and then helped you get in.

When you arrived back home you got out when the truck was parked and the engine was killed. You got out and put Maverick and Goose down on the ground to let him use the bathroom which he immediately did and then you headed inside. You played with Maverick and Goose while he brought everything in. When he did so he set everything up and got some water in a bowl and some food in the bowl. “Your dad is going to kill me.” He said again.

“No, he isn’t.” You said not taking your attention away from your new dogs. Not even 30 minutes later you heard your dad’s truck. Nolan and you looked up as he walked in and he froze when the puppies ran to him.

“Y/N.” He said when you came running to him.

“Dad.” You said in the same tone.

“What is this?” He asked

“This is Maverick and Goose. Our new dog!” You said excitedly and then he looked over at Nolan who had appeared.

“What happened?” Tim asked

“I was put in a position that I couldn’t say no.” Nolan said and Tim gave him a look “I couldn’t say no. She used the puppy dog eyes on me.” He said and then Tim turned to you.

“I told you not to put him in a situation where he couldn’t say no.” He said and you picked up the puppy and held it in front of Tim.

“But Daaaddd-” You said “look at them. How can you just pass this face up?” You added and Maverick, who you had picked up, licked him in the face and his face melted and he smiled and you knew you had won.

“Fine. We can keep him. But they are your responsibility. You take them out every time they wake up no matter what time and 30 minutes after they eat. You take them on walks. I’ll step in when needed but they are your responsibility. Understand?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yes, sir.” You said “We put your name and number on their tags as well as mine.” You added and he nodded.

“Good.” He nodded and then you scampered off to play with Maverick and Goose. Both men watched you being happy.

“I couldn’t say no, honestly.” Nolan said

“It’s ok. I probably wouldn’t have said no either. She can be very convincing.” Tim said chuckling and so did Nolan “You are welcome to leave or you can stay. It’s up to you.” He said and Nolan nodded.

“I’ll stay if that is ok with you. I love puppies and being able to hang out with Y/N/N. After all, I'm her favorite uncle.” Nolan said and Tim laughed.

“That is true. Shall we go and get acquainted with the new family member?” Tim asked, looking at Nolan and he looked at him.

“I think we shall.” Nolan said. Both of them walked into the living room and sat down on the floor Maverick and Goose and you were quick to notice. Everyone laughed and was having a good time. Tim looked over at you.

“Are you happy, Baby Girl?” He asked and you looked at him and smiled.

“I am, Dad. Really happy.” You said and he could see that.

“As long as you're happy. I’m happy.” He said and pulled you into a hug which you snuggled into.

You’ve always wanted a male Golden Retriever and now you have two named Maverick or Goose. You were happy and loved him. Your dad had to admit that he loved him too, he has always wanted a dog in the house but always had been too busy but now that you had one in the house everything just seemed perfect and whole. Maverick and Goose had completed your family and you and your dad couldn’t be happier.

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Little Stinker

Flufftober Day 30: Pumpkin Carving

Steve Rogers x f!mom!reader

Word Count: 1.7k

AN: This is a continuation of Day 21's Story: Good Punkins. Steve and Little Dude have my whole heart I stg. I can't believe that we only have one more day! This was such a fun experience and I think I'm a much better writer than I was when I started. Reblogs and Feedback are always appreciated. I'll see y'all tomorrow for the last day of Flufftober!

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Your little family had gone to the pumpkin patch on Saturday, little dude had been so tired that he passed out in his car seat on the way home and didn’t even stir when you lifted him out of his car seat and into the house.

However, in all of his five and half years on this planet, Caleb James has never slept past 7:00 am. That is why you were not at all surprised when the door to yours and Steve’s shared bedroom creaked open at about 7:05.

“Momma.” Caleb had whispered. Trying to climb up onto the very tall bed that you and your husband shared. “Momma gotta get up. Gotta put faces on our punkins.” 

“CJ, it’s too early to carve our pumpkins. We can do that in the afternoon, okay baby?” You pulled him up from his armpits and swung him over your body. Landing him in the space between you and Steve. “Plus, Mommy needs her cuddles. Can I have some cuddles, baby boy?” 

“Course Momma, I loves your cuddles.”

“And I love yours, baby.” 

“Do I get some cuddles too?” Steve’s sleep-coated voice rasped from beside you. His large arm curled around your waist and pulled both you and Caleb into his chest. His other arm came around from his side and trapped you and the little man in a bear hug.

“Daddy!” Caleb giggled. “You’re squeezing me!”

“Am I?” Steve asked. Squeezing the two of us a little tighter.

“Yeah, Daddy you’re squeezing too tight!” Caleb fought to say in between his giggles. Steve loosened his arms just a little bit, still holding firmly but allowing some space. 

“Cuddles for a little bit then I’ll make breakfast and we can talk about what to do with the pumpkins okay?” You asked your boys.

“Otay Momma,” Caleb said as he snuggled deeper into your chest. Slow mornings like this were your favorite. Just being able to exist with the people you love most in the world made everything worth it.

Your family sat in bed for another hour or two, Caleb drifted in and out of sleep and you and Steve just watched each other and your baby in content silence. 

Eventually, your husband's super metabolism caught up to him, and his stomach started to growl. He looked sheepish and a little bit upset that he had ruined the moment. You just laughed and kissed his forehead and your son’s before slipping out of bed and making your way downstairs to start breakfast.

If there was one thing Caleb had inherited from his father it was his appetite. Your boys would go through mountains of food if they could. For this breakfast, you made pancakes, some with chocolate chips for Caleb and some with banana slices for Steve. You cooked some scrambled eggs and fried up some sausage and bacon. You cut and peeled fruit to make a fruit salad, juiced oranges, and set the table. By the time you were done, your kitchen looked like a photoshoot for a cookbook. 

All that food only lasted your boys about thirty minutes though, before the table was cleared and Steve was up and cleaning the dishes and countertops.

“Can we put faces on our punkins now Momma?” Caleb had asked. 

“Sure baby, why don’t you go upstairs and get dressed while Daddy and I bring in the pumpkins from the car?” You had barely finished your question before your little man was racing up the stairs toward his room to get himself ready for the day.

You laughed and finished the last bit of the coffee left in your mug before you slipped on some shoes and made your way out to your car. You grabbed a pumpkin under each arm and started heading back inside. Before you made it more than three steps your show-off husband had taken them out of your arms and back inside.

It seemed like Steve wouldn’t let you lift any pumpkins this year, even if it was just from your car to your house. 

You had begun to get the kitchen table all set up for carving pumpkins. You covered the table in newspaper and grabbed three mixing bowls from your cabinets. You grabbed Sharpies and tape, some paper to draw on, and all the different kinds of knives that you’d need. 

By the time everything was set up, Caleb was making his way downstairs, fully dressed and practically bouncing with excitement.

“It’s punkin time Momma!” He yelled.

“Yeah baby, time to carve our pumpkins.” Three pumpkins were sitting on the kitchen table. Two of them were pretty large, with one flater side perfect for carving. Those were the ones Caleb had picked for you and Steve. His own was slightly smaller but taller rather than wider. 

“What do you want to carve on your pumpkin little man?” You asked Caleb after helping him up onto the chair, making sure that he was okay to stand and wouldn’t fall.

“Uncle Tony!” 

“You want to carve Uncle Tony���s face on your pumpkin?”

“No Momma, not his face. His mask, the one on the suit.”

“You want to carve the Iron Man face baby?” 

“Yeah Momma, and you can carve Auntie Nat’s widow and Daddy can carve his shield!’

“You want us to have Avenger pumpkins buddy?” Steve asked. “I thought you wanted faces?”

“Mine will have a face. Uncle Tony’s mask has a face.”

He had a point. “Okay little man, let's look at how to draw Uncle Tony’s mask.”

Twenty minutes later, Steve had finished sketching each design on your pumpkin, you had forgone doing Nat’s symbol for doing an actual spider. You’d made sure to include the signature hourglass shape on the back of the sider though, just to keep on theme.

Steve had grumbled the whole time he was drawing Tony’s mask. “He’s my kid?” ���Why does he want Tony’s mask?” “My shield is so cool.” All muttered under his breath.

“Steve honey, to Caleb you’re just dad. You’re not Captain America, the first super soldier. You're the man who makes dinner and takes him to the park. He thinks Tony’s mask is cool, sure. But he loves you.”

“How do you always have the right words?” Steve asked you, sharpie still gripped in his hands.

“You have your powers I have mine.” You teased, kissing him chastely. 

“Momma help.” Caleb had called out from the kitchen table.

“What do you need help with baby,?” You moved across the room towards him.

“Can you cut the top open so I can get the guts out?’ he asked.

“Absolutely buddy, I’ll cut off the top and then you can use your spoon to get in here okay?” You grabbed the serrated knife from the table. You began to see at the top of the pumpkin, making sure to keep it as neat as you could. So that the lid could be put back on when you brought them back outside.

Steve stood back and watched you help Caleb with his pumpkin. Overwhelmed with love, he took out his phone and sent a picture to the group chat. 

Avengers-themed pumpkins, courtesy of little dude. The text message read.

He snapped a few more photos of you with your tongue sticking out of the side of your mouth like it usually did when you were focused. You finished cutting the top off of Caleb’s pumpkin and started on yours. Eventually moving on to Steve’s as well. 

Steve and Caleb were on scooping duty, given that you absolutely couldn’t stand pumpkin insides. They smelled and looked horrible and you just couldn’t deal with them. While the boys were scooping, you were warming up some apple cider that you had bought at the farm yesterday along with the pumpkins. You weren’t expecting to be ambushed by your husband when you returned to the table though.

Steve held in his hands a spoon piled high with pumpkin insides. He and Caleb were both giggling like children and Steve counted down from three before chasing you with the spoon.

You shrieked and ran away, hearing the cackling of your little boy from somewhere behind you. “Steve!” You ducked and dodged. “Steven Grant! I swear to all that is holy.” He continued to chase him, laughing along with Caleb who was still perched on his chair at the dining table. You managed to circle Steve and dashed towards your son. 

You grabbed onto Caleb and held him in front of you like a human shield. “What’s your move, Rogers.” You raised your eyebrow at your husband. “Drop the spoon and nobody gets hurt.” You pulled Caleb closer to you. 

"You wouldn’t dare.” Was Steve’s response, matching your raised eyebrow. 

“Watch me.” In one fell swoop, you dropped your hands to Caleb’s sides and started tickling the little boy. His laugh increased in pitch and he started trying to wriggle out of your hold.

"It’s up to you Honey, I don’t know how much longer he can last.” You laughed and continued to tickle your little boy, making sure that he was still having fun at the same time.

“You’re an evil woman you know that?” Steve asked you before theatrically placing the spoon down on the table. You stopped ticking Caleb as soon as the spoon was down and both you and Steve chuckled to yourself as his giggles died down and he tried to catch his breath.

“That was funny Momma.” He told you.

“What was funny, Daddy chasing me with yucky pumpkin guts or all the tickles?"

“Both.” 

“Oh yeah?” You blew a raspberry on the side of his cheek. “You’re a little stinker.”

“The stinkiest” Steve agreed.

Caleb began to laugh once again and you and Steve followed suit.

Moments like this made all of it worth it. Steve's mind echoed your thoughts from that morning. Having both you and Caleb was like a dream come true. He would do it all over again if it meant that he would have you. That much he was sure of. Even if his son wanted a Tony Stark pumpkin for Halloween.

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Early Christmas Gift

[Warning, smut. Like the whole thing]

It had been a looooog day for Jaune Arc. The end of a crazy mission that had far too many explosions, the loss of his wallet for half the day which forced him to miss his boat, and finally, bad turbulence on a flight all the way back to Vale. Now it was the dead of night and he was wheeling his luggage down the sidewalks. At least he didn’t vomit on the ride, this time.

“Note to self, Vacou kids are amazing pickpockets.” He mumbled aloud. Thank goodness Ren was quick on his feet and that Nora could be as scary as she could be sweet. If not, things could’ve been worse. Now that he was back in the city, his Scroll was practically blowing up with messages. Notably, his girlfriend, Yang, called a little more than Ruby. Before he could finally return a call, his scroll rang with Yang’s name.

He laughed nervously and smiled, preparing himself as he answered. “H-”

“SO YOU ARE ALIVE!? WHAT THE HECK MAN!?” The blonde yelled, relieved and annoyed.

Honestly, less aggressive than he expected. “Hi baby. I’m sorry.” Jaune deflated as he spoke. “Today has been a day.”

“That’s putting it mildly. Weren’t you supposed to be home seven hours ago? Did the mission go south? You didn’t get hurt did you?”

“No, the mission was pretty Nora core. All and all we made good time but then someone stole my stuff, missed my boat; lots of other very, very exhausting stuff. I’m walking home as we speak.”

“Wow. That’s…definitely a lot. Wait, you’re walking? It’s nearly midnight. You could’ve called me or someone to pick you up from the port.”

“I figured everyone was asleep.”

“Get real. Do you really think I’d be sound asleep before I knew you were okay?”

Those words warmed his heart greatly. “Thanks Yang. I’m fine though. Vale isn’t some ghost town at night. I am sorry though. We had plans to meet today. You must’ve been waiting a while.”

“You…could say that.” Yang laughed sheepishly. “Here I was, ready to see my boyfriend after we finished our missions and his annoying personal challenge was achieved.”

“A month without sex is a test of will and power.” He defended.

“November is the time for good food and being thankful. Anything else is wild. Besides, we’ve both gone years without fun stuff. Why add a month?”

“Heh, I don’t think being a single or a virgin counts. You’re just opted in at that point. How did your mission go by the way?”

“Got home on time.”

“Ouch… where’d the warmth go?” He teases.

“I know you’re fine now. If you want warmth then…maybe I should see you?”

“You’re an island away. Even if you caught the final flight I’d feel guilty. Though if it makes you feel better…I’ve been missing you all day.”

“…Always the charmer. I’ve definitely been missing you too.” She said, a little more bashful than usual.

“There’s always tomorrow. I’m definitely not going anywhere. Aside from grocery shopping.”

“Have you eaten?”

“My apartment should still have something edible. I’ll probably grab a snack, bathe, and crash.” He finally reached his building’s street. “Anyways, I’ve officially made it home safely. Just several feet away. Now you can have pretty dreams knowing I’m safe.”

“Nope. Not until you go through your front door. I’m not hanging up until you do.”

“Okay, okay. Heh, honestly with my luck something crazy would happen if I hung up early.” He laughed.

“Please don’t jinx yourself.”

Jaune made his way down the hall, up some annoying stairs, and to the front of his door.

“Kay, now you are free to sleep.”

“Have a wonderful night, handsome.” Yang made a kiss noise over the phone and hung up.

Just like that, Jaune felt the warmth again. She was so good to him. He’d definitely have to treat her to a dinner or some kind of club date. The man found his keys and went inside his home at last. Instantly his nose was greeted with wonder and bliss. That was…odd. He put down his belongings and walked over to the kitchen; a flick of the light revealed a hot box of pizza. Jaune had to do a double take to make sure this was his place. He then noticed Yang’s emblem drawn in orange on the box.

“Ah, that’s why she asked if I ate.” He smiled before quickly going back to being confused. How was the pizza hot? Yang had a key to his place but when was she over here? Did she leave briefly before he called? Unless…

Jaune looked towards the absolute darkness that was his living room and squinted. Not that it helped with the balcony blinds shut. “Yang?”

His call was answered with snickering. “Hehehe, I do love watching your brain at work. Although…” She pulled the metal lamp string next to her to light up the room. “You’re also cute when it’s derailed.

And derailed it was. There his cute girlfriend was, sitting on his black leather recliner his family had bought him. Her smile was cheeky as well as ear to ear. She sure caught him by surprise, but the real shock was her outfit. A silly little Santa hat on top of her head jingled while the only thing on her body was a red tube top with white frills that was fighting for his life, a matching miniskirt that barely went halfway down her thighs, and very, very long red stockings that compensated for the skirt’s lack of…well, skirt.

Jaune’s mouth went dry and his eyes embarrassingly wide. It was as if Yang had knocked the exhaustion out of them. He wasn’t quite sure where he should’ve been looking at first, but then noticed despite how confidently the lady sat there with her legs crossed, her cheeks were branded pink and her gaze, while excited, was also avoiding complete eye contact.

“For the record, I’ve been in this for quite awhile.” She said, breaking the silence. “It took guts to commit to this surprise.”

“Now I’m curious what you would’ve done if I had called you to pick me up!”

“Then Remnant would’ve gotten a hot Mrs. Claus on a motorcycle.” She smirked. “Although I’m actually very relieved that was not the case. It’s cold out there!”

Not the issue Jaune thought she was going to say but he rolled with it. Not that he had much choice. Yang finally stood up and slowly walked towards him, draping her arms over his shoulders and giving a more endearing grin despite her obvious flustered face. “Welcome home. As you can see, I missed you.”

He nodded, “Yeah, I can feel the yearning. Hehe, you look…wow. Talk about an early present.” His hands automatically went to hold her waist.”

Yang got on her toes and gained a very sweet and joyful kiss. She’s glad her efforts paid off, but she could tell Jaune really had a long day. “Go grab a slice and unwind yourself. I’m not going anywhere so- mmph!?”

Her offer was outright denied, thrown to the side as Jaune pulled her body closer and back into a more passionate kiss that fluttered her heart and stole her breath. The longer kept her in his arms, the more she found herself melting into the embrace to the point her knees buckled before he allowed her to breathe again.

Frazzled, Yang found herself stammering and chewing on her bottom lip. “I um- I uhh can wait a while longer for you to rest.”

“I’ve made you wait long enough.” He said with yearning and restrained lust as he pulled her back into a kiss that took custody of her tongue.

Yang felt herself rise up onto her toes as Jaune’s hands found residence on her shapely rear. He didn’t think twice about squeezing it as he picked her up and allowed her legs to wrap around his waist. It didn’t take long before her man went a step further in sliding his hands under the provocative skirt. Jaune quickly ended their kiss to gaze at her as her face grew red from his curious expression.

“No underwear huh?” He said, sinking his digits into warm flesh. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Funny. I was wondering the same thing.” Her hands rubbed his broad chest. “Come sit on the couch for you me will ya?”

He followed her quest and sat right in the middle of the couch. Yang was about to get off him for the next step, but was clearly taken by surprise when his teeth tugged her tube top down, freeing her massive chest before ravishing them. A jolt ram through her spine as his warm tongue lapped around her nipples. His hands kept her waist pressed down on her lap to the point she had no choice but to feel his pulsing cock through tight jeans. Nevertheless, Yang couldn’t stop her hips from grinning along it, dampening the fabric severely.

“H-Hey…wait! I-mmm” Her voice shook, feeling him sink his teeth into her. Jaune leaned forward, putting Yang on her back as he continued devouring her body. “Jaune! Hold on~ I…had a whole routine~” Yangs mewls only served to make him more daring. His tongue trailed up her neck, causing her entire body to arch as he met her lips again for another kiss. Yang was overwhelmed with the scent of the boy and his rough day, which she increasingly found more and more dulling to her senses. She didn’t even notice Jaune had unzipped his pants until she felt his buring hot tip rubbing along her folds. “Mmmph”

Jaune could already feel her lips quivering as they coated his cock. To get this excited so quickly; he wasn’t one to talk though. He began pushing his hips continuously into the molten warmth.

“Aaaaah!” Yang felt the wind leave her body as Jaune’s thick cock spread her body apart and filled her inch by inch until she felt the weight of his balls against her ass. He slowly began dragging himself out halfway before plummeting back in as he grunted. “Ah fuck!” Yang gripped his forearms as her body tripped to adjust.

“Gods, I missed you. You’re so wet.”

“Who’s fault is that!?” Yang’s breathing became sharper as Jaune started moving. “Nng, too big. Rock solid too~”

“It has been a long month. I’m dying for a release.”

“How do you think I feel!? It hasn’t been easy for me either.” She pouted. Suddenly she felt his movements slow. “Jaune?” He raised himself up and looked down at her with a shocked look from between her legs. “What?”

“Are you telling me you didn’t touch yourself the entire time?”

Yang felt heat rush to her face. Looking at him became a lot harder so she turned her head to the side. “What would be the point? Even if I used a toy, I just wouldn’t feel as good as you.”

A brief silence fell on them. Yang awaited his response when she suddenly felt him twitch inside her. Jaune’s hands held her waist tightly and raised her lower body off the couch with ease, causing her to look his way. “What are you-” was all she could manage before seeing Jaune thrust his hips forward, causing another series of jolts as he began to go all out.

Yang’s mouth fell open and stayed that way as voiceless, broken cries left her throat until a scream finally broke out. “AAAAGHN~” her brain became a mess, her eyes fluttering at the sight of jaune mercilessly fucking her pussy until their sex became loud and wet. Her stomach felt like fire as her hips became numb with the pleasure of being turned inside out. Each deep rub made her gasp for air she couldn’t gain while her chest bounced to the rough rhythm. “B-baby. Baby! Aaah!” Yang reached for him and he gladly returned to her embrace. She knew despite her pleas, his pace would not falter; nor did she want it to. Their pleasure had built too quickly to turn back now. With a final raise of his hips, Yang felt the man bury himself deep inside and release a rush of heat that made her body squeeze him for more as her vision blurred momentarily. When she recovered, Jaune was already pulling out slowly and giving both of their bodies a break. Still, if you were to go by appearances, Jaune’s body hadn’t calmed down in the slightest.

“Looks like all of you missed me.” Yang huffed, sitting up as her legs gained some feeling. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were trying to have a kid.”

Jaune watched the woman run her middle finger along her slit to pick up some of the lust he left dripping in her. Yang looked him dead in the eyes as she lapped up the naughty taste, making him blush.

“I had an entire routine planned out and you threw it to the side. Not that I mind.”

“You can’t say the things you said a

and wear this without expecting me to get riled up.”

“Heh, touché.” Her gaze fell on his erection, the near seven inches of solid flesh was still ready. Might as well start her plans now, Yang thought. She leaned forward, crawling on hands and knees until she was in the perfect spot to lower her head.

Jaune shuddered as he felt her hot lips wrap around his length to lick him lavishly. Now he knew Yang was horny for sure. Giving head was never her favorite activity in this fun process, but now her face was happily burying itself in his lap repeatedly. His left hand brushed the blonde bombshell’s hair aside for an unobstructed view of her work.

Yang ran her tongue up and down the girth base, polishing it while making faint moans and wet smacks to turn him on more. She must’ve been losing her mind because the way his taste and smell overwhelmed her senses in the best way possible. Her grip on reality only came back when Jaune's hand struck her rear suddenly, his middle and ring finger slipping inside her body to stir her desires harder.

“Mmmm~”

Jaune couldn’t stop his smirk. “Oh you like that?”

“Mmhmm~” Yang readied herself and pressed down in one motion to feel this man in her throat before coming up for air. Yang could feel his digits grow relentless as they sped up. Unable to focus, she freed Jaune from her mouth in a fit of panting and mewls. Her hips couldn’t stop shaking, pushing against his hand to feel each knuckle rub deeper. “Gods, why is this so good?”

“Cum if you need to. Let me see that pretty face.”

“No~ I…I wanted to use my tits on you. But now I…I’m…” Yang let out a long, heartfelt sigh. How did things get this messy so fast? “Put it back in me. I want it.”

Jaune retracted his fingers and did his best to regain his own composure; a difficult task when the love of his life not only pleaded, but brazenly kissed along his shaft in a stupor of want and desire. “Ngh, Yang, get on my lap if you want it.”

Yang got on her knees then swung her right leg to the other side of Jaune’s waist. The boy wasted no time massaging and kneading her chest, riddling it with bits as Yang cooed. Her body dropped slowly, piercing herself onto Jaune’s flesh.

“Aaaaghn~” her hands ran up his chest and gripped his shoulders as Yang started bouncing on his lap, putting all her weight down each time to feel her womb get knocked on. Jaune’s mouth stayed busy where it was but his hands returned to her rear, molding it like clay as he helped push her down to the base. Her hips buckled. “Fuck!”

Heavy, wet smacks echoed every time her ass slammed onto Jaune’s lap. The man couldn’t believe the tightness that surrounded him; the way it clung it his length and coated it with ecstasy that reached his thighs. Engulfed by Yang’s heat, Jaune finally took a second to separate his lips from his body and removed his shirt. Yang’s arms all but sprang out towards him right after, pulling him into a feverish kiss while her hips moved on their own before his hands returned.

“You’re so in love with my ass tonight.” Yang hummed.

“I’m in love with it every night.” He continued kneading it, his fingers rubbing all of it. “Hey, so how much did you prepare for today?”

Yang didn’t get the question at first, until she felt a single finger tracing her asshole. Yang couldn’t hide the state of blushing red he put her into with his pesky intention. To make it worse, her body already gave him the answer to the question. Yang buried her face into the crook of Jaune’s neck and quivered as the naughty middle finger pressed into her slowly. A moan came from her throat and her hips worked over time on his cock as Jaune began to play his little game.

He could already feel her walls frantically twitching but he knew he could make Yang go crazy. He wanted to make the month of emptiness mean everything. He nipped at her ear as he continued fingering her. “You’re such a good girl, you that? Doing all this for me; allowing me to cut loose~” he thrusted up suddenly.

“AAAHH!” His nipping turned into feverish licks as well. Yang tried staying strong but now he was meeting her thrusts and pumped his finger into her more quickly. Her body became repeated jolts of pleasure to the point Yang could only bite her lover’s shoulder as a way to soften her growls.

Jaune’s only panting became like a drunken breath as he approached his end. “Good girl~” he cooed, leaning right into her ear and whispering it one more time. “Gooood girl.” He pressed her hips down against his waist, going as deep as possible. “Here’s your reward!” He grunted, cumming for the second time.

Every muscle in Yang’s body tensed all at once. She was certain she’d scream, yet the immense rush of pleasure stole voice, leaving nothing but a silent yell as she clung to him like a girl on a wild roller coaster. Pulse after pulse, she felt her insides get marked by Jaune. The dork was brazen enough to call it a “reward” and she had half a mind to thank him for it. They were going crazy. Not that she hated it for a second.

Yang felt Jaune relax under her body while she found the strength to set up after his hands finished toying with her. “Wow, that was- hmm” Yang stopped short as she witnessed Jaune struggling to keep his eyes open. Poor guy was spent! It was almost hard not to laugh. “Pfft, gee, looks like someone should’ve eaten.”

“I was hungry for other things.” He groaned, wrapping his arms around her torso and resting his face in her chest. “But now that pizza sounds like a wonderful idea.”

“Oh what to do with you?” Yang giggled, her hands combing through his hands. Truthfully, she wanted him to stay inside like this a little longer, but the last thing she wanted was her boyfriend withering away. Yang kissed the top of his head. “I’ll go fix you a plate.”

“You’re wonderful.”

“And you’re outstanding. My hips are still floating.” She said, embarrassed by her own honesty.

“Let’s wash up together after we eat.”

“Only washing?” She teased, only to feel him twitch inside of her. Yang gasped a little. Jaune raised his head to look into her eyes with a gaze that made her chew on her bottom lip again. Tonight was going to be a long night. “Welcome home.”

[whois-jess]

Baby Burrito's first christmas?

Babys first Christmas

Baby burrito: Rhea Ripley x fem!reader

Tomorrow was Christmas and Harvey was up in his crib asleep. Me and Rhea were wrapping his presents and because of when he was born he is only a baby for his first Christmas.

We put teddies and toys all in his little stocking from 'Santa' then the presents from me and Rhea under the tree, "that should be the last one" Rhea says placing a present under our tree "yep now its time for bed" i smiled up at her and she smiled back, our lips met in a gentle kiss her arms around my waist and mine around her shoulders "lets go" she says breaking the kissing taking my hand and leading me up to our room.

It was the next day it was Christmas and as Harvey isn't old enough to wake me and Rhea up a 5am i slowly get out of bed at 7am to wake Harvey up "baby?" I hear a sleepy voice "yeah its me Rhea" i say stopping to walk back over to her "what you doing" she said sitting up and rubbing her eyes a bit "i am going to wake Harvey then feed him and get us some food before we let Harvey open presents" i brush hair behind her ear as her arms wrap around me pulling me back on to the bed and her "baby i got to get Harvey" i say softly smiling at the half asleep woman "he is still asleep just cuddle me" her head buried in the crook of my neck i could feel soft kisses "you know he get cranky when he over sleeps" my hand comes up stroking her soft black hair "he is a baby how does he get cranky for over sleeping" Rhea groans clearly wanting me to stay "i dont know he js your weird kid" i say smiling "he came from you not me so actually your weird kid" i chuckle at this as even though Rhea isn't his biological mum their have very identical personalities.

After sometime of convincing Rhea i freed myself and walked into the babys room "is that my Harvey" i say in a baby voice seeing he was awake and his blue eyes were looking at me with his gummy smile "hey baby boy merry Christmas" i smile picking him up and walk over to the rocking chair sitting down to nurse him, he latches in and suckles as i sit there rocking a bit then Rhea walks in and hand me a cup of coffee "here baby" she says sipping hers "thanks" i smile setting it down on a small table close to us.

Harvey finally had enough and i hand him to Rhea as i sip my drink "ready for presents" Rhea says holding Harveys little chunky hands and he lets out a little giggle "i will take that as a yes" i smile at Rhea getting up out my chair as us three and the dogs go to the living room "right lets do Harvest first" i say sitting by the tree and Rhea sat with Harvey in her lap, i hand Rhea presents out of his stocking giving it to her "okay Harvey open it with mummy" Rhea smiles as she opens it with Harveys 'help'.

We open a of Harveys presents "here Rhea this is yours" i say with a smile as i hand her two little boxes "thanks princess" she says and opens one of them and gasps "aw baby its beautiful" she smiles pulling a ring out the box "i saw it and thought o had to get it for you" i say as she puts it on, it was a silver band with black little diamonds dotted around the band "aw Y/n" she smiles and kisses me as Harvey starts playing with the wrapping paper, Rhea opens the other one revealing a piece of paper "here use this coin its a scratch" she takes the coin and scratches it and the paper says your goung on holiday to...Bahamas! With the time,day and Rheas name on the card "Oh my god!" She shouts smiling "you like" I smile back "yes yes! Aw princess i love you" she kisses me again with more passion "knew you liked it" the smile didn't leave Rheas face as she loooed over the card "first family holiday" she says and i nod "open what i got you" she says handing me a box the same size and one bigger, i open the smaller one to a necklace with a locket that had a picture of me Rhea and Harvey in the hospital taking him home for the first time "oh Rhea it's so cute" i say looking at Harvey in the outfit i knew Rhea loved but said she hated, i move on to the bigger one to reveal a very small box "another box?" I say confused and she just nods i open the small box to a car key "a car?!!" I say and she smiles and nods "now we match" she says excited as she stood Harvey eating wrapping paper "your the best oh my god! You got me a car!" I walk over to Rhea and kiss her and as kisses back "love you" i say "love you too, now let's clean boys are over soon no doubt a little Mr will be spoiled" she smiles kissing Harveys cheek before we start cleaning.

And yes the boys very much did spoil Harvey don't excuse was "He's the judgements baby now he needs to be spoiled"

[thisisntmyrightera]

She's Home -Nikki Sixx (Douglas Booth x fem reader) Part 4

: Nikki Sixx (Douglas Booth) and Female Reader

Warning: Hard Language, drug mention, adult content,death mention.

By then, before 1983 was over, Nikki had proposed to me and even though we got married in a small ceremony with just a couple of friends, it was just as I had always dreamed, with people who loved us. Following the advice of Don and Tom, our marriage was kept secret, according to both of them, if the fans of Motley Crue found out that one of the members had a wife their fame would not be the same as having 4 single members, and of course, everything was for the band so I accepted.

The story moved quickly, just when I least expected it, Motley Crue was already on tour with Ozzy Osbourne. It had been 4 years since I had met Nikki and the guy who one day gave me a ride home was now getting ready to go on stage in front of thousands of people, it was crazy how We were both fulfilling our dreams, each in our own way and on our own scale, but everything at our own pace.

At that time I had only been able to accompany Nikki to the concert in Los Angeles, I had finally been admitted as a nurse in the hospital os LA working 10 hour shifts and even though my last name was legally Sixx I continued to use my single name to avoid causing problems.

Everyday i come back home excited so I could receive a call from Nikki, I trusted him more than anyone in the world and hearing his voice telling me about his day made me feel like the happiest woman in the world even though I had already spent 4 months alone.

He always ended his call with an “I love you, I’ll call you tomorrow” and the next day it was exactly the same, I counted every minute for the tour to end and return home but many times my head would fly back with the thoughts that at first made me feel insecure

“Did you hear about Diana? Her husband cheated on her with her youngest daughter’s teacher, men are disgusting, don’t you believe Y/N?” The nurse in charge of the patient in 422 gossiped with the other nurses while I filled out some papers on the desk. “Yes, they are… they are terrible” I smiled at her barely trying to avoid her conversation “It’s very strange that a girl like you doesn’t have a boyfriend or husband, do you have something you haven’t told us, honey?'' I could feel the gaze of the other girls on me, waiting for my answer “No, I… I’m actually married, but it’s a bit complicated to explain” I smiled shyly feeling nervous “What’s so complicated, honey? He's a drunk with no future?" they all laughed waiting for my explanation but I just matched their laughter and decided to go check on my patient even though I had done it 10 minutes ago.

How do you explain to a group of women in their 20s that you're married to Nikki Sixx himself? I had heard more than one make disgusting comments about him, how they idolized his body and told of their fantasies with the man to whom I had sworn my unconditional love in front of God and the law, how do you explain that your husband is on tour with thousands of girls around him and i am an insignificant person waiting for him at home.

Everything was torture, watching him on MTV acting happy with the boys, looking at his image in the newspapers, his music videos, how i had fallen into that place where he didn't fit in, many times I fell asleep on the couch with the TV on thinking that maybe it was all a dream.

But then one August night I woke up with a warm hand caressing my hair, my heart skipped a beat as my eyes tried to adjust to the darkness of the room ''Shh baby it's me'' Nikki knelt in front of me taking my face carefully smiling ''I didn't mean to scare you love, I'm sorry'' ''Nikki?…What are you doing here?'' I sat up on the couch looking at him, maybe it was a dream and how much I missed him made me imagine him with me but he just laughed and sat next to me hugging me tightly ''We took a break from the tour before leaving the country and I wanted to see my favorite girl'' his hands kept moving over my body, he had never learned to control them and I honestly missed that about him ''You didn't just come for that right?'' I laughed feeling tickles on my stomach and neck as he left kisses on it ''Not really, I came to take you with me, I have a surprise for you '' he smiled mischievously, that smile that made me feel weak ''Come, I want you to see something'' he jumped up taking my hand making the blanket on my legs fall to the ground and I almost with it ''Wait Nikki, I don't have pants'' I laughed following his steps almost tripping ''I don't care, you won't need anything else from here, come with me''

The car in front of the sidewalk was something different and much more modern than what I was used to, it looked like something I had only seen on the streets and had never imagined but when he opened the door to let me in I knew something had changed.

He drove through the streets of Los Angeles, it was 4 am and the whole city was still asleep, the streets empty and the sky totally dark, he kept talking and talking about the many cities he had visited, all the people who had gone to see them and how great Ozzy was

''Sounds like you had fun'' I smiled at him looking at the city lights as he drove off the route we normally took and headed to the fancy area of ​​LA ''Honey where are we going?'' I looked at him curious, maybe he wanted to take me to a party with his friends and I barely had a shirt and my underwear on

''I'll take you where you deserve to be'' he smiled looking at me holding my hand as he drove ''Do you remember what I told you the day I asked you to be my girlfriend?''

''You said a lot of things Nikki, be specific'' I smiled hugging his arm breathing in his perfume and the scent of Jack Daniels and cigarettes, closing my eyes as I breathed in his presence

''I told you that you deserved the world and I was going to give it to you remember?'' I barely responded murmuring making him laugh ''well, that's what I want to give you'' the car stopped slowly and once the engine turned off everything was silent - ''open your eyes love, we're home''

''What?'' my eyes opened, looking at him curiously and then following his gaze to the house in front of us, it was beautiful just like we had once talked about, nothing luxurious or extravagant, just a home.

My heart was beating fast, almost making my chest jump, Nikki got out of the car, walked around it and opened my door offering me her hand to get out, I had never seen him move with such delicacy but that made me love him even more.

My bare feet touched the cold pavement, following him fearfully while my hands held his tightly until we stopped in front of a large fence surrounded by plants.

''Welcome home Mrs. Sixx'' I could feel his lips kissing my hair while his arms surrounded me from behind, as if he knew my legs felt like jelly and I could fall at any moment ''Do you like it? I asked Don for help to find a place that was just like we had imagined''

''But Nikki…'' - my eyes kept going back and forth between all the details of the front, the plants, the bricks, everything was perfect

''What's wrong love? You don't like it?''

''No no, it's not that, it's just that… it's ours?'' I looked at him curiously, still doubting if it belonged to us, how in such a short time he was giving me everything he had promised, I would never have imagined this while eating canned food in that old and small house where my mother had put us with a man who used to beat her.

''It's all our love'' Nikki laughed hugging me a little harder kissing my cheek ''From today, you won't have to go to work or go to sleep in the cold, do you understand? You will wait for me here at home and I will give you everything you deserve, you and our children who will grow up here''

We finally had a home and that night we took every room and corner we could find to give ourselves to each other for all the months without seeing each other, but the pleasure didn't last long and before I wanted it he left again to continue with the tour, this time leaving me with a new friend, Sharise.

She was the sweetest and funniest girl I could meet on my own, she was so attractive and daring, the opposite of me and when we found out she was pregnant I became her confidant and companion while Vince and Nikki continued with the boys on tour.

''Do you think it will be a girl or a boy?'' Sharise was looking at herself in the mirror while I was reading a magazine lying on her bed

''Mmm..possibly a girl I think'' I smiled at her watching as she caressed her belly over her pink dress

''Have you thought about having one?'' her blue eyes felt like knives as she looked at me through the mirror

''Have you thought about having one?'' I looked at her smiling, shaking my head in shame ''no..Nikki and I want to have children but we haven't decided when yet'' - my eyes returned to the magazine feeling my cheeks blush

''Oh come on, don't feel embarrassed sweetie, I'm sure you and Nikki have a very active sex life, right?'' She laughed coming closer sitting next to me with difficulty holding her big belly '' You can tell me, we're like best friends now''

My eyes tried to avoid hers, but she was right, we were like best friends and I had no one else to talk to, just Nikki and the bastard disappeared for months

''Well yes…when we're together we do it very often but…I don't know we haven't managed to get pregnant, maybe it's not the time yet''

''I understand, maybe it's because of all that shit Nikki gets into, he's a maniac, Vince told me that Nikki can't live without snorting cocaine and if he doesn't do it he gets aggressive'' She took the magazine reading the page she had left on without noticing that I was looking at her without understanding what she said.

''What do you mean with… all the shit he gets into?'' I sit up carefully without taking my eyes off her making her look at me the same way putting her face blank, maybe she thought I knew what Nikki did and although I had an idea I never imagined that the boys had him cataloged as a drug addict and aggressive

''Oh honey… I'm sorry I said it that way it's just that… I thought…'' she made a gesture taking her belly quickly taking a deep breath ''I know love, mom will be more careful''

''Are you okay?'' I approached worried taking her arm while she laughed nodding

''I'm fine honey, it's just that this naughty girl is kicking hard'' we both laughed relieved, more me than her apparently ''Look, put your hand here'' she held my hand taking it to her belly while a couple of kicks greeted me letting me know that whoever was inside her was listening to us ''Auntie is feeling you darling, be careful''

''Kick really hard, I'm sure it will be a girl and she will be very strong'' I smiled at her forgetting for a moment about our problems, I couldn't believe that this little being didn't even know me and already loved me, it was like creating my own family little by little

''I know and when your time comes you will also have very strong and beautiful babies like you and Nikki, can you imagine them?'' she jumped excitedly with her eyes shining ''They will have your beautiful hair and green eyes like Nikki, they will all be angels''

Since then there was not a day when I didn't daydream imagining all those children running around me, the house felt huge and empty, just me going back and forth from one place to another with nothing to do, it was so desperate sometimes that every call Nikki made at night made me want to demand that he come back and get me pregnant and not stop until he did, but my need was was overshadowed by my fears and didn't say anything.

Then December came and finally the boys had returned and two days later we were already at a party at Vince's house, it seemed like the boys couldn't stay away from each other and found any excuse to be together, surrounded by alcohol and groupies, drugs that even though Nikki wanted to hide them from me I could tell they were there and even more so when he told me he would "go to the bathroom" every 20 minutes and came back wiping his nose.

My conversations seemed even more interesting when Mick was with me, he seemed to be the only one who understood that I was already a married woman because Tommy kept joking around like the child he still was.

"Should I interrupt Mick? I don't have to remind you that you're talking to my wife, right?" Nikki sat next to me, putting her arm around my shoulders while holding a bottle of Jack Daniels.

''She's all yours bassist'' Mick sighed without hiding his back pain drinking from his beer

''What are you talking about, huh?'' Nikki looked at me too closely drinking from the whiskey

''About old people's things Sixx'' I smiled at him wiping the liquid that was left in the corner of his lip ''can we go home? Please''

''Why do you want to go home? Do you need to do something important?'' his eyes lost in alcohol and other things looked at me curiously

''I need to do important things with my husband'' I smiled at him arranging his hair out of his face barely kissing his lips

''You're disgusting, get a room'' Tom sighed crossing his arms making Tommy and Mick look at him while Nikki and I give him a killer look, it was something that made me feel so similar to him, we both disliked stupid people.

''Why don't you get a life Tom? It'll be easier than getting a girlfriend that Tommy doesn't fuck'' I looked at him annoyed, getting up from the couch while I heard Mick and Tommy laughing, making Tom look at the floor embarrassed ''I'll go with Sharise babe''

''Damn, how I love my woman'' Nikki barely expressed, slapping me on the butt while I could feel his gaze following me until I found Sharise on the stairs

''Sweetie, could you tell them not to go out for alcohol? We have enough'' she looked at me almost pleading ''Vince and Razzle want to go for more, they don't listen to me''

''They won't listen to you, you know them'' I smiled at her adjusting Razzle's hat on her head watching them walk through the door staggering from one side to the other

''Sweetheart… I mean, sweethearts'' Razzle laughed barely caressing Sharise's belly ''Mrs. Sixx'' the thin man bowed making us laugh as he left behind Vince, clearly both drunk

''Come on, let's go to my room, my back is killing me'' Sharise sighed going up slowly while I followed her ''I don't think the party will end early, if you want you can sleep here with me sweetheart''

''I think so, I've asked Nikki to go home several times and I can't convince him'' I sighed throwing myself on the sofa in her room, surrounded by silk cushions while I watched her come and go from her dressing room trying to take off her dress

''Help me with the zipper, I can't reach it'' my hands carefully open it while she held the front part ''did you try the insinuation thing?''

''Yep...maybe I need something more don't you think?…maybe…to be a little more sugestive?'' I looked at her curiously, waiting to receive her advice

''I don't think so, Nikki loves you just the way you are, honey, you shouldn't stop being yourself just because you think he's not interested in you anymore'' she looked at me taking off her earrings while sitting on her bed ''you have him crazy, the way he looks at you, the way he talks about you''

''You think so?'' I smiled at her feeling flattered and curious

''Of course you do, you know that they are always surrounded by girls right? Vince tells me everything and always says how much he admires Nikki for how she defends your space and doesn't let any whore take it''

Was it right to start daydreaming again? Nikki was my everything and knowing that I was my everything for him too made me feel complete and happy, I could see her fixing the blankets to sleep and putting her hair up but my head kept flying in how much she loved Sixx, not even the loud music made me land.

''Come on, go to bed, girl. You'll have more time to think about your husband and how much you want to fuck him'' she laughed, hitting the bed beside her, making me laugh. ''Take that robe, today we'll be pajama twins''

''Shut up'' I laughed, undressing without shame. We had done it many times and it was a common thing in our sleepovers as women forgotten by our rock star husbands. ''You know, I think I'm ready to tell Nikki''

''Tell him what?'' she looked at me curiously, adjusting her pillow.

''You know about… having a baby'' there was no way that just mentioning it would make me nervous, but it did.

''Really? It will be great, so Skylar will have someone to play with'' her cheeks seemed to explode with excitement with her smile

''Skylar?'' - I looked at her curiously as I lay down next to her

''Yes… Skylar, Vince and I decided that this is what our daughter will be called, we know it will be a girl''

''It sounds beautiful, Skylar is perfect for her'' We both seemed like a couple of teenagers whenever we talked about her little angel, we were excited to talk about her little clothes, her future toys or how she would look like Vince or her.

We could spend hours and hours without getting bored until we fell asleep like two little girls after eating too much sugar.

It was then that the sound of the party became something different, the music stopped and the noise seemed to increase as the cars accelerated at full speed moving away and I barely woke up and could notice that she was still asleep.

I carefully climbed out of bed, taking slow steps out of the room, watching as the crowd of strange people ran out of the place, my bare feet stepped on the cold tiles as I walked down the stairs, by then I didn't even remember that I was wearing a nightgown that barely covered my butt and my nipples were visible under the thin pink fabric.

''Tommy?'' I could feel the tension in his body as he was accompanied by a blonde girl who rubbed his back slowly ''Tommy what's wrong?''

''I...'' the boy looked at me scared, it seemed like he could barely draw air '' I..'' no other word came out of his mouth, his heaving chest drew air in slowl '' There was an accident… it seems there are dead people..''

''an accident?.. what do you mean an accident? '' my accelerated pulse made my ears vibrate- ''where is Nikki?''

''He's okay'' - the blonde girl looked at me calmly taking my arm ''he's in the living room''

As soon as I heard her words I ran out, not caring that the people running against me pushed me or my bare feet kicked empty beer bottles, I just wanted to see him and know that he was okay, I could see Mick leaning against the kitchen, Tom walking back and forth but it took me a long time to find Nikki who was on the couch covering her face

''Baby…honey what happened?'' my knees hit the cold floor while my hands caressed her hair- love are you okay?

''It's Vince..'' I could hear a sob and her breath cut off between his hands ''Vince had an accident''

''Vince?..oh my god…he…he's okay'' I took his hands slowly, carefully removing them from his face

''He's…he's okay but…'' his eyes were irritated, there were tears running down his cheeks and his hands were shaking between mine ''Razzle died…Razzle's gone…''

''Honey, I'm sorry…I'm so sorry'' I could barely hold him in my arms when he broke into a thousand pieces and began to cry, I had never comforted him like that, it broke my heart to see him this way, he had lost his friend and I couldn't imagine what I would feel if it happened to me when I lost him, my only best friend life would be so fucked up.

Atfer all, Is this being part of the fucking Motley Crue.

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[canirove]

Rice, Rice, baby | Chapter 27

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“So, are you ready to make coffee for your favourite player one last time before the little man arrives?” 

“Declan, just because I'm going on maternity leave doesn't mean I'm not allowed to make you or anyone else a coffee, you know?” I laugh. 

“I was talking about Jack, Liv” he smirks over facetime.

“You… urgh” I reply, rolling my eyes.

“But good to know I am your favourite player” he winks. 

“Maybe not anymore” I say, trying really hard to stop my cheeks from turning bright red. How can his wink affect me even through a screen? Like… how? 

“Liar” he laughs. “Anyway, there was something I wanted to ask you before me and the boys arrive tomorrow.”

“Ok.”

“Now that my family and everyone at Arsenal knows about us… About having a baby together and all that…” he says, biting his lip. He had never done that before, and it is… dear God. It is the hottest thing ever. “Would you mind if I also told the people here?”

“What?” 

“I just… It's going to be very tough to see you and not be able to act normal around you. To have to fake in front of everyone and hear them talk about you and Alex, or about him being the father of my son.”

“Alex is sick, you won't have to see him.”

“How convenient, uh?” he chuckles.

“That's what I said, yes. He's a coward, he doesn't want to have to face you.”

“Good. Because if we crossed paths and he said something to me, I don't know if I would be able to contain myself and not break his nose.”

“Leave the punching to me, please.”

“Ok” Declan smiles. “But Liv… I think it would help us both be more relaxed, you know? And it would be a way to avoid the boys who already know about it saying something they shouldn't or someone hearing them and starting a rumour.”

“I guess it makes sense… But the idea of Jack Grealish knowing about it isn't the most comforting one. He doesn't seem to be the most trustworthy person, you know?”

“Jack is a good guy, Liv. But if you don't trust him, we won't tell him anything.”

“Thank you. I don't trust any of his club teammates, to be honest.”

“Liv!” Declan laughs.

“What? Don't you read the news?”

“Ok, fine. We won't tell anything to the City boys.”

“Good. I don't like Henderson either.”

“Olivia!” he laughs again.

“It's not my fault that your teammates suck, Declan” I shrug.

“I think it would be easier if you sent me a list with who is banned and who isn't.”

“Good idea. When were you planning on telling them?”

“Liv, I was joking” he chuckles. “But you aren't.”

“I'm not, no. I'm about to have a baby for the first time, and that's scary enough already. I don't want to have to worry about people I don't like telling their wives, lovers or whatever it is they have going on, and it ending in the press. We have enough with your ex’s crazy fans.”

“Yeah, that's true” he sighs.

“I’ll send you that list later today, ok?”

“Ok.”

“Thank you, Declan.”

“No. Thank you, Liv, for allowing me to do this. I know it isn't easy for you.”

“Yeah, well… But they are your friends even if some of them are a bit questionable” I shrug. “No one is perfect.”

“I'm really close to it, tho” he smirks.

“So humble, Declan Rice.”

“The most humble one.”

“Olivia, lunch is ready!” my mum calls from downstairs.

“I have to go. I'll send you that list as soon as I can, ok?”

“Ok” he nods. “But we still are talking tonight, aren't we?”

“Of course. I wouldn't miss our night chats for anything in the world.”

“Neither would I” he smiles. And even though I like all his smiles, this one is my favourite one. Because it is a real and honest one, one that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It probably is the one that made me fall in love with him. “See you tonight, Liv.”

“See you tonight, Declan.” 

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“Liv!” 

“Hello, Harry” I smile as he walks into the cafeteria.

“Oh my God” he says. “Look at you! You look beautiful!”

“Oh, stop it” I say before hugging him. “How are Kate and the kids?”

“They all are good, feeling more and more at home in Munich.”

“So glad to hear that. Tell them I miss them and that I'm looking forward to seeing them soon.”

“I wil” he smiles. “But let's talk about you! How are you feeling? And the little one?”

“We both are doing great. I get a bit more tired every day, but that's normal towards the end.”

“It is, yes. May I?” he says, nodding towards my bump.

“Of course” I smile.

“It is amazing, isn't it? You still haven't met him, and you already love him and would do anything for him.”

“Yeah” I say, trying to not get emotional.

“Declan told me you still don't have a name.”

“Nope. And if you are thinking about suggesting yours… Too late. He already did.”

“He told me you are being quite peculiar about it” he chuckles.

“Peculiar or stubborn?” I ask, arching an eyebrow.

“Well…”

“It's ok, don't worry” I laugh.

“Can I confess something?” Harry says. 

“Sure.”

“I'm glad Declan is his dad and not Alex. I've known Dec for a long time and he is one of the good ones. One of the best. He may have made some mistakes in the past, some very big ones…” Oh, he knows. Of course Harry knows about everything that has happened between us. Declan looks up to him, he is one of his role models. And he has known us both for years, basically seen us go from teenagers to adults. So if Declan was in need of advice or needed to vent, he was the perfect person to go to. “But you won't find anyone with a heart like his, Liv. He will do anything for you and the baby, to make sure you both are safe and happy. Alex, on the other hand…”

“I thought you liked him.”

“He doesn't like me, and I don't like him either. But unlike him, I'm a gentleman.”

“Touché” I chuckle. “And the others are coming” I say, looking at the door.

“I believe not everyone knows, right?”

“Yeah… I just…”

“Don't need to explain yourself, Liv. I'm their captain, I know what we are dealing with” he laughs.

“I… umm… Thank you, Harry.”

“You're welcome, Liv” he smiles, kissing my hand before some other players join us. While they all congratulate me and start talking about how the baby will be a future Tottenham star knowing how much my dad loves football and the club, I look for Declan around the cafeteria.

When I find him, he is with Bukayo and Mason, two of the people who know about us. While they talk, he is just looking at me, smiling. And it is that smile again, the one he gave me over facetime the day before and that makes me feel all the butterflies. 

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“Olivia, is that a piece of cake?”

“Shit!” I say, the fork slipping from my hands. “What are you doing here, Declan? Isn't the bus leaving already?”

“In five minutes” he says, picking the fork from the floor. “They needed to check something and I told them I had to go to the bathroom.”

“You are in the wrong place, then.”

“Liv, I lied. I wanted to see you before I left. Maybe get a good luck kiss?” he smirks.

“A what?” 

“Oh my God, your face just turned the same colour of my Arsenal shirt” he laughs. 

“Not funny!” I say, kicking his leg.

“Hey, I need that for later today!”

“Sorry” I shrug, eating another bite of my cake. Our chocolate cake. The national team had thrown me a little goodbye party the day before and Declan had told them to get it for me as a present because it was my favourite. Though it turned out to also be their favourite, and I had had to ask Olga to hide some slices in the kitchen just for me.

“Anyway, can I get a good luck kiss or not? On the cheek, of course.”

“Of course” I say, my face still burning. “Do I have to get up? You are too tall, Declan.”

“Ok, I'll bend down” he says, kneeling in front of me. “Better?”

“Much better, thank you. Which cheek do you prefer?”

“I don't mind. But before you do it” he says, one of his hands suddenly cupping my face while the thumb of the other moves over the corner of my mouth, making me gasp. “You have chocolate here, Liv.”

“Oh” I say. Oh. That's all I'm able to say. Because he is too close. And you all know what happens when he is that close. His eyes, his perfume, my brain and body shutting down…

“Liv…” he whispers, his thumb now over my lower lip, moving even closer. He is going to kiss me. He is. I can see his eyes moving from mine to my mouth and back up, hesitating, kind of like asking for permission.

“Declan” I whisper back, closing my eyes and hoping it will tell him that I want it. His kiss. Him. I want him. 

And when I feel his lips brushing against mine…

“Deccers!” someone calls from outside the cafeteria, making us both jump and quickly get up. Though in my case maybe not so quickly. “Deccers, where are you?”

“I… I have to go. That's Jack and…”

“Yes, of course.”

“I… umm…”

“Good luck, Declan” I say, giving him the kiss on the cheek we had agreed on once I've finally managed to stand up. 

“Thank you, Liv” he replies, still not moving.

“Deccers!” Jack says, opening the cafeteria's door. “C'mon, we are waiting for you, bro!”

“Yes, sorry, I just… I…”

“He had forgotten his ipad here earlier and came to get it back” I quickly say. 

“I don't care. Can we leave now?” Jack says.

“Jerk” I say under my breath.

“Yes, of course. I… Umm… Take care, Liv.”

“You too you, Declan. And good luck.”

“Thank you” he smiles, hitting a chair as he leaves.

“Bro, careful!”

“Sorry” Declan says, looking at me one last time before he and Jack disappear through the door, leaving me alone with my cake… and another almost kiss.

[pinksirensong]

MORPHEUS X READER (ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP) WHERE THEY GO WATCH THE ERAS TOUR FILM PLEASE

I JUST CAME BACK FROM WATCHING IT!! While writing I kept imagining Morpheus at the movie theater waiting on the line for the movie with Y/N and she's SO 1989's era and he's like... reputation with a mix of folklore??? ANYWAAAAAAY, hope you liked it 🩵 thank u so much for the ask 🩵

CRUEL SUMMER

People around them always asked themselves how they could work, Y/N and Morpheus couldn't be more different if they tried to and yet they were a match made in heaven. He was very temperamental and with a lot of trust issues while she was a sunshine that always saw good anywhere she went. So people wondered…

They didn't know them though, there were a lot of concessions between them…especially from Dream's side. What Y/N wanted she would get, no matter what sacrifice he had to do, even if he thought it was crazy…like suddenly asking to break up for a few hours. Morpheus was ready to cry and ask what did he do to make her ask for this (because honestly this time he was so sure everything was fine) but then she explained that RED Taylor's Version would come out and she wanted to really experience it.

He didn't understand it, but fearing she would actually break up with him it felt like it was better letting her have that moment. Not even twenty-four hours later he found her crying on the floor while All Too Well (10 minutes version) Taylor's Version played very loudly. Morpheus loved every form of art but not even him could understand how someone could feel so much from just listing a song.

That day was supposed to be the strangest day…until now.

— I do not understand.

— We are going to The Eras Tour. I mean, not really, it's the film and I bought us tickets, surprise! - of course Y/N knew her boyfriend wasn't a swiftie like her, but this was a very important moment in her life and she really wanted to share it with him. — I didn't had the money to go see the actual show but since I took so many extra hours at work I was able to get a free day today to go see it with you! You're not mad at me, right, kitten?

— I would never be angry with you, my love. - especially when she looked at him like that. — I see no point in it. I am the Lord of the Dreaming, surely I could make your dream of watching this come true.

— But it wouldn't be the real thing. I really want to see the whole experience, even if it was just watching a movie, and…and I want to sing her songs with other fans…and most of all: I really want to share this moment with you. Please, Morpheus, say yes…

And that's how Dream of the Endless ended up in the middle of a movie theater full of unknown people beside his girlfriend. Y/N was dressed with the cheerleader outfit from Shake it off and while he didn't understand the reason behind it all he did was make sure no one would make her feel uncomfortable. There was no denying he was a bit jealous and the way people looked at her didn't help it but Dream knew he couldn't go back to his old ways.

"Alright, Los Angeles, we have arrived at the very first bridge of the evening. Now, I have a question. Does anyone here know the lyrics to this bridge? Prove it!"

— I'M DRUNK IN THE BACK OF THE CAR AND I CRIED LIKE A BABY COMING HOME FROM A BAR OHHH SAID I'M FINE BUT IT WASN'T TRUE I DON'T WANNA KEEP SECRETS JUST TO KEEP YOU AND I SNUCK IN THROUGH THE GARDEN GATE EVERY NIGHT THAT SUMMER JUST TO SEAL MY FATE OHHH AND I SCREAM FOR WHATEVER IS WORTH I LOVE YOU AIN'T THAT THE WORST THING YOU EVER HEARD? - and there he was completely enchanted by Y/N's. She was singing the loudest she could and he doubted tomorrow she would have the voice to say anything, but today…in this moment she was completely happy. And Y/N was sharing it with him. At the moment it was just her there with him, it was like every other person in the movie theater was just gone.

In that moment he knew that he was truthfully completely and irrevocably in love with Y/N.

[lost-walmartbag]

First Impressions pt 6

Warning: Swearing

Background: Eric needs time to tell you the truth, but it feels like answers need to come sooner

Status: Ongoing

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"Come on Eric! This is stupid just tell me what's going on." You said as you walked out of the bar, chasing after Eric.

He stayed silent as he walked ahead. "I just need...I just need some time Y/N"

"Time? Eric, no we need to talk about this." You said reaching for his arm but he pulled away.

He took a shaky breath and turned to face you. "Y/N I... I don't want to talk about it. Not now. Can you please just give me some time?"

You frowned and looked up at him. He refused to look into your eyes but he clenched his fist and you knew exactly what that meant. You reached out and gently took his hand.

"I don't like knowing you're keeping something from me...but I respect that you need time." You said softly causing a sigh of relief to leave his lips.

"Thank you, baby." He whispered, wrapping his arms around you.

"Just promise me when you're ready you'll tell me." You said rubbing his back.

"I promise, babe."

"And Eric?" You whispered

"Yeah babe?"

"Get your hand off my ass."

"Yes ma'am."

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You ended up driving Eric home because he was way too drunk to get behind the wheel. He was pretty quiet, apprently when drunk he is a very sleepy and cuddly bear so you were entirly alone with your thoughts.

How were you supposed to process all this? You didn't want to push Eric but god you needed answers. Kyle called him disgusting and sadistic. Sure you've jokingly called him that before but you never meant it.

The streets were quiet. Snowy. It was all very beautiful. You can Eric growing up here. Walking to school, playing basketball, pretending to be a wizard or something. You can see it suiting him once upon a time. Back home he seemed happier. Here he seemed like he was drowning.

You parked the car in the driveway and saw his mom leaning against the front door. Even in the dark, you could see a smug smirk on her face and it dawned on you. You look next to you seeing Eric, who is very much still drunk and asleep. You've seen Eric drunk before. He won't drive the next day.

She knew this would happen. She wanted this to happen

You stepped out of the car and stomped over to her. "You knew! That's why you wanted us to go. You know he won't want to go home tomorrow when he's like this."

"I know my Eric more than you ever will." She said crossing her arms over her chest.

"You- I just- what the fuck is your problem? Why the fuck are you such a bitch?" You said completely exasperated.

Time seemed to stand still, you didn't mean to lash out like that. You hated her so much at that moment and even though she has been a bitch, she is still Eric's mother. Her eyes narrowed and wrinkles appeared on her forehead.

"Is that how you feel about me Y/N?" She asked as a small smirk pulled the corner of her lips. "What do you think Eric? What is my problem? Why am I such a bitch?"

Your heart stopped and slowly turned around seeing Eric standing there with a nervous look. He looked down at his feet before simply walking past the both of you without a word. It seemed to shock his mom as much as it did you but she didn't say anything.

"I'm sick of this." You muttered turning to walk inside.

"Ah ah ah," Liane said following you inside. "You can't share a room with him. You two aren't married."

You could feel your blood boiling at her words. 'Can't share a room?' You literally live with him, doesn't she know that?

You opened your mouth to say something before Eric, who was halfway up the stairs, turned back and put a hand on your shoulder.

"You sleep in my room. I'll take the couch." He said rubbing his eyes, clearly sleepy, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. "Down the hall first door on the left."

Liane watched in shock as Eric made his way to the couch and faceplanted, instantly going to sleep. You wanted to watch him, in the most non-creepy way you could think of, and just fawn over him but Liane didn't even let you finish the thought before pushing past you, knocking you into the railing as she made her way upstairs, clearly upset.

You looked back at Eric before making your way up to his room. When you opened the door and took it all in. You walked inside examining everything. Purple walls, brown carpeted floors, a few posters, even a telescope.

It was honestly hideous but this is where he grew up so there was a level of appreciation. You made your way to the large bed in the center of the room and lay down. There was already a dip in the center and the blankets smelled like they had come out of the wash recently.

You tried not to think about it too much and closed your eyes. It was easy to fall asleep. Fresh blankets, soft mattress, and an unmistakable smell of Eric. You were basically given the dream sleeping spot.

-♡-

You woke up at some point in the night and reached for Eric until your brain processed that he wasn't there. You groaned and got out of bed, making your way downstairs to get some water.

You tiptoed down, trying your best not to make too much noise which almost immediately went out the window when you spotted Eric sleeping on the couch, which wouldn't be bad by itself if it weren't for his mother standing over him, staring down at him.

You froze up just staring at them, you had done nothing to alert them you were there but somehow, she knew.

"You're supposed to be in bed."

You tensed up at the sound of her voice. It was cold and monotone like the sound version of a dull knife.

"What are you doing?" You asked in a shaky voice.

"I'm making sure my son is ok." She snapped, turning her head to glare up at you.

"What is your problem?" You whispered backing up, your hand gripping the railing to stabilize yourself.

"You've asked that already." She said taking a step up the stairs.

You looked down at her and moved up a step, a cold sweat dripping down your face.

"You aren't enough for him. A girl like you who wants to change him wants to 'fix' him." She said taking another step up as you moved to take a step away. "He doesn't need fixing he needs his mother.

"You're insane- Eric is a grown man he doesn't need you babying him." You said shaking your head and your legs began giving out on you.

"He will when a stupid whore like you leaves him like every other fucking girl." She said with a growl as she began taking more steps up the stairs towards you.

You quickly tried to back away before she could get you, but you weren't fast enough.

She grabbed your collar and looked down at you with wide eyes.

"I won't let you break him."

A/N: Turned into a bit of a horror story towards the end lmao. Honestly didn't really mean for that to happen but that's just what came out. Writing is a bit all over the place, I'm trying to find time for this but because of it, my writing is suffering a bit so I'm sorry if it's bad, I'll do better next time. Anyway hope you all liked this, thank you for reading, love ya'll ❤❤

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[living-a-charmed-life]

my fav shifting coded songs

accompanied by my favorite lines in them

these are mostly rock and metal songs, so if you're not into that, this might not be for you

Charmed Life by Vixen - "She acts so nonchalant/But the girl gets everything she wants/Livin' a charmed life/ Everthing's workin' out right" Just A Feeling by Lita Ford - "The days go fast, you're stuck in my head/I'm so alone, I wish you'd tuck me in bed" I Want You by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts - "I want to be with you and I will somehow" Fantasies by The Runaways - "Night visions of fantasies/Are laying in bed with me/In the dark I can see you smiling" Dream Warriors by Dokken - "When I close my eyes, I realize/You'll come my way"//"And maybe tonight, maybe tonight you'll be gone" Surrender by Cheap Trick - "Surrender, surrender/But don't give yourself away" Tomorrow by KISS - "And tomorrow/We're gonna fall in love, fall in love/Tomorrow" I Wanna Be Somebody by W.A.S.P - "You're nobody's slave, nobody's chains are holdin' you"//"Cause I, I got the guts to be somebody" Hollywood by The Runaways - "I'll be a star that shines/I can make the whole world mine"//"Each day at home I scheme for the fame and fortune dream" Odyssey by Kiss - "From a far off galaxy/I hear you calling me/We are on an odyssey/Through the realms of time and space/In that enchanted place/You and I come face to face" I Wanna Be Your Dog by The Stooges/and a version by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts - "And in my room I want you here/ And now we're gonna be face to face" I'm Alice by Alice Cooper - "Created just for your lust with exquisite control/A thing you can trust to satisfy your soul" Sure Know Something by KISS - "But late at night I still hear you call my name"//But late at night I still want you just the same"//"But late at night I still need you just the name" Little Dreamer by Van Halen - "I had to tell them baby you were armed with all you need"//"You are a little dreamer" Stay Hungry by Twisted Sister - "Are you feeling the fire?/Are you ready to explode?/Are your dreams and desires Riding down an open road?" Wishing Well by Black Sabbath - "You find that life's not always what it seems, no, no/Then think of a rainbow and I'll make it come real" I'll Fight Hell To Hold You by KISS - "I'll fight hell to hold you/No river too deep or mountain high/I'll fight hell to hold you/By my side" Rooms on Fire by Stevie Nicks - "Somewhere out in the back of your mind/Comes your real life and the life that you know" Alone by Heart - "And the night goes by so very slow/Oh I hope that it won't end though/Alone" Dream On by Aerosmith - "Dream on, dream on, dream on/Dream until your dreams come true"

Honorable mentions:

I Am (I'm Me) by Twisted Sister

Talking In Your Sleep by The Romantics

Strawberry Fields Forever by The Beatles

Born Again by Black Sabbath

I'm Going Home by Tim Curry (the Rocky Horror Picture Show)

Don't Try To Close A Rose by Cher

Dream Police by Cheap Trick

The Chain by Fleetwood Mac

Looking for Today by Black Sabbath

Let Me Go, Rock 'N Roll by Kiss

I Will Prevail by Doro

Girls Just Want to Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper

King of the Silver Screen by Alice Cooper

My absolute favorites:

Let's Pretend by Raspberries - "I can't sleep nights/Wishing you were here beside me"//"If we close our eyes and believe it might come true" A Dream Away by The Cars - "Because the good life is just a dream away" Waiting For The Weekend by The Vapors - "And everyday I dream my life away/just waiting for the weekend/Then I know I won't have to leave you here/and we can be alone again"

Rock And Roll Hell by KISS - "He wants it bad, but he wants no charity/He seems to think it's his destiny"

Tambourine Dream by Lita Ford - "The spell that I'm under/ Has brought you to my door, the love that I hunger for"//"We can last forever in a lover's fantasy"

[christinescupofcoffee]

Quarter After Twelve

Chapter Three: This is My Good Eye

Christine leaned back in the spindly plastic chair with her hands folded over her lap. She had been there the day before when he went in for surgery, but she hadn’t heard a word since she had returned home for the night. She hoped that the surgery was over soon and that John had survived it all as he was in fairly bad shape: if the news and prognosis were all good, she would buy him as well as herself a bouquet of flowers.

She and John had known each other since the third grade: he was like a baby brother to her as he was a year younger but they had been joined at the hip when she asked him about the little container of baklava on the corner of his desk saved for recess, and he introduced her to his own little hub. It was right then she knew he liked her. 

He was the only one to ever refer to her as “Tina”, too. Tina Calderón with her long molasses-colored hair down to her thick waist.

It started with the headaches, when they had had lunch together a month ago and he had complained of an awful pain in the right side of his head and one that would only just go away with his drinking some water. It only persisted with every day, and when his vision began to slip away was when his girlfriend Brittany suggested he go to the hospital. Christine arrived right as they did, and right as the surgeons took him away into the first bed available. Brittany held back with her hands pressed to her mouth as if she was about to vomit or scream, but Christine held her close to her out of comfort.

The whole day felt like a complete whirlwind, and even more so when the two women returned home in shambles.

“He’s going to be okay,” Christine assured her with her arms around her once again.

“But what if he dies, Chris?” Brittany demanded, tearful. “What am I going to do if he goes?”

“He’ll be fine. Whatever it is, they’ll take it out and then he’ll be in the hospital for a few days to rest.”

The phone rang right then, and Christine ducked around her to fetch the cordless phone on the wall.

“Here, I’ll go see him tomorrow,” she volunteered with a finger raised to her. “You go to work in the morning and try to focus away from him. It’s gonna be hard, but it’ll be worth it.” Brittany wiped away a tear as Christine answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Hi, I’m Therese, the head nurse from urgent care in Bethlehem. Is Brittany there?”

“Um, not at the moment, no,” Christine replied as she knew that Brittany would in no way want to speak to them at all. “I’m Christine her friend, though, so I can relay this to her.”

“Okay, Christine! I wanted to tell her that John is still in surgery right now. He had a benign tumor embedded in his brain but as they were closing him up, they found two blood clots in his lungs.” Christine gasped at that. She had no memory of him having complained of anything in his chest at all. “They’re trying to extract the clots from his lungs, it’s a very delicate surgery but the surgeons are doing what they can for him, though.”

“Okay,” she replied with somewhat of a feeling of dread over her.

“If it’s unsuccessful, he’ll have to be on blood thinners for the foreseeable future,” the nurse continued. “But he’ll live, though.”

“Okay,” Christine replied with a nod of her head and a run of her fingers through her hair. “Okay, I’ll tell her.”

Needless to say, Brittany had all but fallen apart once the news was out. As a result, Christine decided to visit him alone.

It was one of those big but dimly lit hospitals in the heart of Pennsylvania where the foggy nights made her think of a man with a pyramid shaped helmet enshrouded over his head coming on out of hiding with a long wide knife in hand, ready to take them all out for blood. She lingered back against the wall with her hands folded over her lap in repose as doctors and nurses strode on past her.

The only thing she could do was wait and be patient.

She checked her wristwatch. Seven after noon. It had been nearly twenty-four whole hours since John had gone into surgery for something growing inside of his skull as well as the two blood clots in his lungs. He was only twenty-nine and yet he had the mother of all health problems.

But it had only been a single minute before the nurse emerged from behind the glass wall to face her. Christine raised her eyebrows at her.

“Are you Tina?” And Christine grimaced at the sound of her using the nickname that only her best friend used with her. But with the grimace came a nod of her head.

“The surgery on his brain was a success,” said the nurse. “They were able to extract the tumor as well as any surrounding tissue lest it come back again. But I’m afraid that the surgery on his lungs was not.” Christine closed her eyes at the sound of that and her heart sank. “This doesn’t mean he’ll die, though. It just means that he has to be on blood thinners for the foreseeable future.”

“Do you know what caused the clots?” Christine asked her.

“I’m afraid we don’t,” she replied. “We’re running tests but there’s nothing that we’ve confirmed yet.”

Christine nodded her head, and she stood to her feet and followed the nurse into the left wing of the hospital. The smell of disinfectant filled the air all around her. Machines beeped and whirred all across the room. A hoarse cough off to the left made her grimace and hold her breath.

Near the end of the row, at the last room, the nurse tugged the curtain aside, and Christine beheld the view of her best friend propped up against a pillow with his hands down by his sides.

The surgeons hadn’t done much to the actual crown of his head per se, but she could see the gauze rested upon the right side of the crown as well as the patch over his eye. A tube for supplementary oxygen had been taped up against his nose, and yet he breathed in deep and at a steady pace. The bracelet around his wrist beholding his full name of Jonathan Zachariah Malachi Gabríel Miranda; she smiled when she spotted the accent mark in his middle name.

“There you are,” she declared with her arms wide open for him. John kept his hands down by his sides as Christine lunged for him to embrace him.

“I’ll let you two catch up,” said the nurse, and they were left alone there in their very own private room. Christine tugged the chair up next to the edge of the bed. His long mousy brown curls dangled down over his shoulder like the vines of a tree. His skin was soft in appearance, and his body looked emaciated and withered away, and she knew that he hadn’t eaten a morsel of food at all, not even when he had woken up from his surgery.

“She literally thought you were my girlfriend,” he said in a broken voice.

“Who, the nurse?” Christine asked him.

“Yeah, she saw you and told me my lover is here to visit me.” He cracked her a smile, albeit a painful one, and he massaged his temple with his fingertips.

“A benign tumor the size of a ping-pong ball,” he said in a low voice. “They were able to take it out no problem but the clots in my lungs, they had hell of a time with, though. I’m probably going to be on blood thinners the rest of my life.”

“I’d be happy to remind you to take them,” Christine pointed out, and she rested a hand on the back of his. John sighed through his nose and let his eyes wander down to his feet and the far edge of the bed.

“I love you,” she whispered into his ear. He showed her a smile, albeit a small slightly sad one.

“You and my bubbie are kind of the only people I have,” he confessed in a light voice. “Mother’s gone, brother won’t talk to me—he thinks I do blow—and I haven’t seen my dad in years. I don’t even know where he is now. The last letter I got from him he was in the Azores and that was seven years ago.”

“You have Brittany, too,” Christine pointed out.

“It’s complicated with Brittany,” John confessed to her with a quick shake of his head. “I might just end it with her once I’m done here. She refuses to have sex with me—in fact, I can’t even remember the last time we had sex, either. She’s kind of just still with me because she likes being a part of a couple.”

He fetched up a sigh once again. She squeezed his hand.

“Let’s go to California,” she suggested. “My dad and my stepmom live out there. Living out there can help you recover more. I won’t leave your side, either.”

“What about my grandma, though?”

“We can take her with,” Christine promised him. “We’ll find a way to bring her with. We could… get ourselves out there first and then we’ll send for her to come along.” She leaned in closer to him, and she leaned in so close that she could smell the disinfectant from under the gauze over his eye. “Going to California, cowboy.”

“I don’t really know, Tina,” he confessed with a shake of his head.

“We’re both Portuguese,” she assured him. “We can do it. You can do it.” She extended a hand to him, and she linked fingers with his long and lanky ones. He reached up and nudged the eyepatch upon his head, to which Christine grimaced at the sight.

“You’re my best friend, Tina,” he said. “You’re kind of my rock now.”

“No, I’m the crazy one,” she assured him. “We’ve known each other since we were eight years old. I’m the one giving us a bunch of shit day in day out.”

“The crazy ones are usually the ones who rock steady after all,” he pointed out as his good eye drooped closed. John shifted his weight in the bed and Christine helped him out with the pillows nestled behind him. He leaned back and tilted his head back against the top of his main pillow: she eyed the shape of his throat, the way his Adam’s apple was all the more prominent given he hadn’t eaten anything in a long time.

“I’ll probably be out of here in a few days,” he told her. “You know. Just so I recover and everything.”

“Do you think they’ll take the eyepatch off around then?” she asked.

“I don’t really know,” he confessed. “The tumor was not only this side of my head, but it was pretty close to my eyes. When they took it out, they told me that they worried about damaging my optic nerve too much. So, to protect my eye from anything nefarious for the time being, they put this on me. The nurse said she’ll take it off in the next day or so to keep my eyes healthy.”

John then lifted his head and blinked his good eye a bit. He rested a hand on his stomach.

“I’m kind of hungry,” he said. “I had a little bit of soup when I woke up but it wasn’t very good. It didn’t help that it was tepid, too.”

“Ew,” Christine said with a wrinkle of her nose at that. “There’s the deli across the street, would you like a sandwich?”

“I would love a sandwich from there,” he replied with a raise of his good eyebrow. “A nice fat corned beef sandwich with some sauerkraut.”

“I’ll get that and also a wrap for myself,” she noted as she stood back up and slung her purse over her shoulder. She was about to head out of there when John cleared his throat again.

“Hey, Tina?”

She turned back around again to look on at him, her best friend in the last twenty years, now with a patch over his one eye and a scar on his head.

“Thank you.”

She showed him a smile when the sun outside seemed to grow a bit brighter than it had had a few minutes before.

“The hell?”

“Is it just me or did it just get awfully bright?” he asked her, baffled.

“It did,” she said, and she squinted her eyes at him. “I better hustle.”

He nodded his head and a few locks of his curled hair dangled down the side of his face onto his shoulder. “Please do. Not just from that, but from—” He rested his hand on his slender stomach once again, and she showed him a smile once more.

[pbandjesse]

I had to move my OB appointment from next week to tomorrow because I had scary high blood pressure at the rhumatologist today. So I have been feeling pretty stressed out this evening and it's very hard for me to tell if I feel sick because of stress or if something is wrong.

I had an alright day though. I would have bursts of energy and things would be okay for a lot of the morning. I slept a little better last night I guess. Though I did wake up after I had a pretty intense nightmare. And then I pulled a muscle in my side that was incredibly painful. It wasn't the worst sleep but it was not the best I've had.

When I woke up I texted James to see if they had left for the oil change appointment yet. They hadn't, so they came up to give me a hug before they headed out.

I feel really bad about this because the appointment was at 930 but they wouldn't get home until 2! It's insane that this happens every time. And we discovered today that we had to pay for the oil change?? The only reason we keep going to the dealership is because it had been free with our warranty. I guess we will find a new place going forward.

While James was gone I was trying my best to be productive. I would finish my floor mat project. Which may fit in the baby basket? Unsure about it in there be ause it's all folded on the sides but that doesn't mean there isn't a way for it to work. And I would had an apple and peanut butter for breakfast. I would lay out my larger puff quilt and start to add the stuffing. But I would only get a dozen stuffed before I started feeling to tired and had to come back upstairs.

I took a short break before putting together a mini hospital bag. Just in case stuff. Lotion, deodorant, Vaseline, chapstick. Underwear. Leggings. Socks. Sweatshirt. Charger. Nothing crazy but just things that I think would help me feel comfortable if I had to go to the hospital sooner then planned. Especially with how bad I've been feeling.

I would lay down for an hour. Just watching nonsense. I realized that my phone has been staying on my data and not switching to WiFi so I used so much that they had put me in a slow down until the end of the month. Super obnoxious that this happened. I would manually turn it off and was just a bit annoyed with myself for not being more careful.

I really wanted string cheese and was excited when James let me know that we had a brand new package in the fridge. I had two of those and some leftover stuffing for lunch. And that would give me another bit of energy to finish stuffing all of the squares of the puff quilt. I still need 4 more squares of the white yarn but 9 of the 10 rows are ready to be sewn together. I want to be able to work on that during our long drive this weekend so I would safety pin all of those squares together. I did three sets of three rows for manageability. I was very happy with this.

I came upstairs and decided to mix two of my new Burt's bees chapsticks together. I have a vanilla and a peppermint and now I have two vanilla peppermints and it's perfect. I used to do this all the time and it's just such a nice mild mix. I don't know why they don't just make it.

I cleaned that up and was hanging out waiting for James to come home. They got back here right after 2 and we basically just got back in the car and we were off for my appointment.

James would grocery shop while I was in the doctor's. The ride there kind of sucked. Bad traffic and bad drivers. But we got there and things were fine.

I am hoping I was just a bit stressed. Between the drive and the sort of uncomfortable conversation I had to have with the medical assistant (she was the one I had last time that made me bleed really bad), my blood pressure was very high. Worryingly high. She said I should call my OB. So while she went to mix my meds I would shoot them a message. About the blood pressure, the vomiting, the broken capillaries, the headaches. And within an hour they were calling me to move my appointment up. I missed the call but the voicemail seemed very concerned. The office was closed and I couldn't figure out how to get through the prompts so I sent a second message and was able to navigate moving my appointment and now it's tomorrow at 2.

And honestly since then I have been feeling really stressed and vaguely nauseous. The car ride home was not good for me. I felt sick and I think it was more I was upset. When we got back here I just wanted to lay down. I laid on James for a while, which isn't something I often do but I just really needed them. They kissed the top of my head a bunch and tried very hard to make me feel comfortable ans comforted. And it helped. Even if my belly hurts still and I had pains in my legs.

I would lay upside down with my legs on the wall and that helped. James made dinner. They didn't make my quesadilla how I wanted and I never ask them to remake stuff but I had to this time and they didn't make me feel bad but I did feel bad. I really enjoyed my second try quesadilla and I lovey husband for taking care of me.

After dinner I went in the studio to cut the yarn for September's rectangle for the temperature blanket. I had some cereal. I accidently lost the end of my yarn and James tried to help me untangle it and eventually I was able to sort it out. Glad to have that ready to go.

I hung out with James in the living room for a while. My sinuses started bugging me and I was having to turn from side to side to breathe properly. Icky.

I took a shower and it helped but it wasn't a very nice shower. The water took forever to get warm and I was just grinding my teeth to get through it. I am cozy in bed now though.

While I was in the shower I had a revelation about where I may have thought up our baby's name. It's a character from one of my favorite fictional podcasts. I don't know why it just popped into my head but it made me laugh out loud. It doesn't make me want to not use the name but man it surprises me when one of the lines from the show ran through my head with the name in it. I had to call James upstairs to tell them. They thought it was pretty funny too.

I am not feeling as bad anymore. Like I am still not comfortable. But I'm not hurting in a scary way anymore. I am just ready to sleep.

Tomorrow I'm going to camp to set up my NAFT program for Wednesday but then I'll probably just go straight to my appointment. We'll see how the day works out. I don't want to push myself to hard with how I've been feeling. It's just so I'm hard to make those calls.

I hope you are all having a good night. I hope you sleep well. Goodnight everyone. Until tomorrow.

[earanemith]

Promises Made

Chapter 7: It's not natural

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"Home"

That was Ziva's goal. She did not mean Israel, she did not mean the house she had grown up in. Liat suspected she did not even really mean America. No, home for Ziva had never been a place or a building. Home for Ziva meant people, family. She had not had a true home since her sister had died. Had lost the last shred of it when Ari died. Liat was sad that once better she would lose Ziva to the Americans. For that was what she meant when she said home, the people she worked with, about whom she told story after story to her friend. And if they had proven themselves enough to Ziva for her to call them home, even though it hurt Liat would support her.

"That is a very good goal" Rasha believed that there was more than simply to go home that Ziva meant. And while it was helpful for Rasha to know what Ziva meant by home to be able to support her and push her when needed that information could wait. She suspected that Ziva was not one to easily speak her mind, let alone anything about her feelings. Rasha was sure she would find out, just not yet. "I can work with that"

A ringtone was heard, Liat quickly left the room to pick up. Not thirty seconds later she was back again. "I am called in. I will see you later tonight" was what she told Ziva as a way of explaining before leaving.

Once Liat was gone Ziva, or more accurate Rasha went to work. Explaining every step she was taking every move she made.

Rolling Ziva's ankle, moving her legs up and down. Explaining it was all to prevent as much muscular dystrophy as they could. "It also helps with blood flow. Before you leave here you will be able to do this yourself. Is any of this uncomfortable?"

"No. I feel some pressure but not uncomfortable."

"Can you tell me where you feel the pressure?" She questioned Ziva.

"My stomach"

"That is excellent that means that your core muscles are engaged. Now let's move to your upper body. "

For a time Rasha worked on her arms. Having Ziva lift them to see the movement freedom she had right now. Occasionally stopping to make some noted. Then continuing the exercised. Having Ziva try and push as hard as she could with her arms to try and move Rasha's own. Working with soft balls to move from one hand to another. And more. They ended their session with Rasha moving to sit beside Ziva on the bed.

"Okay. I want to see how your body reacts to being upright again. I will put my arms around your shoulders and lean back. This will put you in a sitting position. It is very important to tell me if this hurts."

"Won't the frame be in the way?" Ziva asked. Having tried not to focus on it while Rasha was working on her legs.

"No, it gives you more movement freedom than you would think. The sitting up can put a lot of pressure on your spine however so we will start slowly"

She then continued with doing what she had told Ziva. It felt weird to be lifted like that. Almost as if she was a baby, not yet able to sit up by itself. She could feel that without Rasha's arms around her she would not be able to sit up by herself. Feeling wobbly. Just registering that when Rasha already put her down.

"How did that feel?"

"Strange. I cannot feel, it does not feel right" Ziva tried as a way of explaining what she felt.

"Normal I can assure you. Most of us are used to balancing with our lower body. Meaning your hips and legs. With not having feeling in your legs and no control of your hips and lower back your body is trying to make sense of it. You will find a new point of gravity but it might take some time. Ready to go again?"

Again and again Rasha sat Ziva up, until finally declaring they were done for the day. While Ziva wanted to keep going Rasha told her not to overdo it, while also commending Ziva's drive.

"I will see you tomorrow at twelve. Up or down?" She asked while holding the buttons that controlled Ziva's bed.

"Up please" Ziva liked being up, she could see the door, watch who entered. She felt more like her old self sitting up, even though it was more laying up instead of sitting.

"Alright but no more than half an hour. Your body is still adjusting"

Soon Miriam came in with another bowl of bone broth. With all her body's energy being spent during therapy Miriam helped her eat. When the bowl was empty Miriam noticed Ziva's eyes dropping. Softly she went to put the bowl back on the tray she had rolled in earlier. When she turned around she noticed Ziva had fallen asleep. She put the bed down, at a slight angle knowing that was what Ziva preferred, dimmed the lights and softly closed the door.

- -

When Liat had come back later that day it was already dark outside. The meeting having taken longer than she would have liked. Entering the room did not even wake Ziva up, that meant that she had a busy day and probably worked with Rasha until she was physically tired out. Glad she was and continued to sleep. That meant that Liat did not have to tell her yet. Tell her something she wished she did not have to tell her.

Her meeting had been les a meeting more a getting of new orders. Officer Hadar had explained every detail of the undercover mission to her. The way he was wording it Liat knew this would not be a short mission taking only a couple of days or even weeks. With this extensive of a cover it meant at least a month or two being away. Not liking it, for it meant having to leave Ziva when she could use her friend the most, but also knowing she could not refuse. Nothing short of quitting could prevent her having to go on the mission. She hoped Ziva would stay asleep, she did not want to tell her friend she had to leave in four days. Thinking how she could best break the news to Ziva was how she fell asleep.

- -

Sounds of agony of pain were what woke Liat the next day. There was Ziva almost writhing in pain, tears down her face fumbling for the button to call the nurses in to the room. Acting quick she picked it up and pressed it. After stroking Ziva's hair trying to calm her down. One look at Ziva was enough for any nurse to know she was in pain.

"Give her some medicine?! Can't you see she is in pain?" Liat said firmly to the nurse that had entered.

"I can't ma'm. She is already on the highest dose. I will get her doctor"

Ziva's outwardly sounds of pain quieted down, but the way she tried to keep moving and the crushing grip she seemed to have on Liat's hand showed she was still in a lot of pain.

Both doctor Raviv and Rasha entered. Tag teaming looking over Ziva. Asking her questions she whispered the answers to. When they were done they quickly spoke Liat not paying attention only to Ziva. As they addressed Ziva Liat did pay attention knowing Ziva might not follow everything right now.

"The pain you are feeling comes from your lower body Ziva" Liana Raviv explained.

"You told us she was paralyzed, does that not mean not having any feeling?"

"Yes, right now Ziva's brain is firing of signals all over that her nerves cant process. Since the nerves can't connect the signals to the right body parts and muscles the body interprets this as something being wrong and thus signals pain back to the brain."

"It is probably caused by the work we did yesterday Ziva. After weeks of no use finally moving your muscles again made your nerves aware that not everywhere was receiving the signals." Rasha added.

"You know what caused it, now can you help her?" Liat asked.

"Sorry Ziva but no. Your brain thinks your body hurts but nothing actually is wrong. There is no medicine to help with this type of nerve pain. Short of sedating you again, which I would rather not, there is nothing we can give you. But it is up to you. What do you want Ziva?"

"No sedation" Ziva gritted through her teeth "I can take it"

"Ziva please you are hurting" Liat tried.

"I can take it" Ziva said again. Closing any argument Liat wanted to make.

"If at any point that changes I put in the order that it is okay to give you the sedatives. It is up to you Ziva." Liana Raviv said before leaving the room.

"I am sorry Ziva. I think it best if I come back tomorrow. The nerve storm should have passed by then. Stay strong" And with that Rasha also left the room

Liat tried to take Ziva's mind of her pain by continuing the story where they left off. Knowing it was not enough with the slight whimpers Ziva gave now and then. She did not ask if Ziva changed her mind about the sedatives, for Ziva would not. Once she put her mind to something, like now with saying she could take it her mind would not be changed. Even if changing would make things easier.

- -

"You are leaving for tonight?" Miriam asked as she saw Liat close Ziva's hospital room. Finally having fallen into the deep sleep her body needed. The nerves finally settling down. "I wanted to ask you. Could you bring something for Ziva when you get back?"

"What things?"

"Mostly clothes, maybe some books or other things to entertain and occupy her mind. I know you have been coming here instead of going to work."

 And soon she would be gone completely not that Liat told Miriam that at that point. "What types of clothes? I don't know with the external fixator?"

"I've written it down for you."

"Thank you Miriam, I will get it" it was the least Liat could do before leaving. Ziva would be more comfortable in actual clothes instead of the hospital gown she was wearing. Probably not being aware yet that her complete bottom half was uncovered. A catheter bag not counting.

- -

McGee had noticed that Tony seemed more absent that normally. He still did his job, if you counted hour he was there just as much as Gibbs. Tony still went out with the team for drinks after a case closed. And still he was not completely there, something was missing. On one of those nights that they went out for drinks was when it happened. Outside of the bar after saying goodbye to Palmer and Abby, Tony turned to him.

"It's not natural Tim"

"What is?" Where was Tony going? He had barely spoken a word while drinking.

"Ziva." Ah McGee thought, that made sense. "She would not just disappear like that."

"Maybe she is on a mission? Or maybe she wanted a clean break?" Bad answer, he thought to himself as Tony looked him in the eye. If a look could kill he'd be dead on the ground from the fire spouting out of Tony's eyes.

"She is not she would have told me. She promised me to stay in contact." Promised Tony to stay in contact? Now that was a new one. "Ziva would not break a promise. Not this promise. Not to me. Something is wrong"

Those words made McGee wonder exactly how close his team mates had been. The conviction Tony spoke with seemed to strong for partners. Also McGee knew Tony was right. Ziva might be an international spy and could lie as easily as breath. When Ziva made a promise she kept it. And if Ziva had promised to contact Tony and had not, McGee believed as Tony had. Something was going on.

"If we start to dig into Mossad we will need Abby's help. We'll start tomorrow" He told Tony. Who seemed to somewhat relax at not having to pressure McGee into helping him.

"Thank you." Tomorrow they would start to look. They would find her. There was no other option.

- -

Luckily true to the words of doctor Raviv. By the time the sun was rising again Ziva's brain had gotten the message. Though the doctor did warn Ziva that nerve storms like this sometimes continued to pop up every now and then. It was after eating and her session with Rasha that she saw first a big bag then Liat entered the room.

"Are you moving in?" Ziva joked at her.

"Ha, ha, very funny. No this is for you. Miriam asked me to bring you stuff"

"And you decided to rob a store? We both know I do not have any 'stuff' in Israel anymore"

"Just be grateful you won't be half naked anymore Ziva" knowing Ziva could handle her teasing. Even though her cheeks turned the slightest bit of red. So she had noticed she wasn't wearing anything underneath her gown. "There are clothes in here that Miriam recommended, some books, some.."

"You are leaving, yes?"

Liat stopped in her tracks, frazzled at Ziva's bluntness she had not heard since she got into the hospital. Knowing she could not lie to her Liat admitted the truth. And even though she was not allowed to share any details of her mission she did so with Ziva.

"It is okay. Do not worry" Here was Ziva, having a life altering accident and still making sure that Liat did not feel guilty. "I will be getting a lot of therapy, you would get bored here" letting Liat know she was truly okay with it. Of course she would miss Liat, not wanting to know how she would have gotten through the past week and a half without Liat by her side. Still she understood, when you got orders you followed them, there was not really a choice to not follow them.

"I have been thinking"

"Never a good sign" teased Liat, Ziva threw her a dirty look for that moment it felt like old times. Them being in Ziva's bedroom throwing Ari out when he came to bug them and teaming up against him.

"I am sorry if me sharing my goal with Rasha hurt you."

Right away Liat knew what she meant. Home, was Ziva's goal. Home did not mean with Liat. Home meant away from her to the other side of the world.

"No need. I understand. Somehow I think I was expected it. You spoke about them so much the stories you told, I get it. They are probably wondering what you are doing now"

"Thank you. And yes, that is exactly it. I realized how long it has been since I left, it is strange that none of them have contacted me."

"Do they know?" Confused, Liat did not think the hospital had contacted anyone in America, and Ziva surely had not contacted any of them. Not having access to a laptop or cell phone.

"I doubt Eli let NCIS know. But I promised Tony that I would stay in contact. He will know something is up" At the mention of Tony's name Liat thought back to the nights which Ziva spent muttering Tony's name in her dreams. If she promised him she'd stay in contact the idea he meant a lot more to Ziva than she was willing to admit was not such a strange one. "They mostly likely do not know anything. And I would like to call them, speak to them. Before you go can you get me a cellphone, maybe a laptop before you leave?"

- -

"Abs, we need your help"

"With what?" The goth already bouncy even though it was still morning. McGee and Tony having gone down to her lab in lieu of looking at the evidence and helping Abby as to not let Gibbs suspect anything. At that point both men thought it better if Gibbs did not know anything. He did not need to know his agents would be working overtime but not on the case. If Gibbs did not know they did not have to explain to Vance what they were using NCIS resources for. And if toothpick could be kept in the dark. That was the way Tony liked it best.

"Ziva" Was all Tony answered. Abby's bouncy mood changed to a serious one. She quickly pulled them both into her office close and locking the door. Then Tony continued, telling Abby the same thing he had told McGee yesterday.

"I agree. I have not heard a peep from her since she left! You see McGee!"

Wisely he did not react to that. Knowing that Abby had been itching to get any kind of information about Ziva for weeks now. In the next couple of minutes they made a plan.

Tony would go over all the news reports from Israel, try and even get police reports. To search for any indication something had happened. McGee would go over every possible digital foot print Ziva could have left. Starting from the day she left with her flight, onto tracing her location through her gps and phone records. And lastly Abby, who maybe had the toughest job of the trio. Trying to hack into Mossad's files and Ziva's service record. To see if she could find out if Ziva was part of any ongoing missions.

"We will meet once a week to discuss operation Ninja, or earlier if we find anything" Abby declared once the plan was in place.

Both McGee and Tony were on their way back upstairs when Tony flipped the switch of the elevator.

"You will need to get into my email."

"And why is that Tony?"

"Ziva has a secure email address Mossad probably does not know about. She told me she set it up three years ago to safely contact Ari. That was the address she was suppose to email me from. She only send out one message after that it went dark."

The elevator was switched on again and soon enough the door opened. Just before they stepped out Tony turned once more to McGee.

"McGee. Thank you"

"Anytime" and he meant it. He was just as worried for Ziva as Abby and Tony. Ziva was his friend and the team did not feel complete without her.

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