#i'm stuck working on paperwork today so you're stuck with me KIDS

[talesfrommedinastation]

I'll never stop. Though, TBF, I'm more in love with their story then I am with them, lol.

the joy of ocs is to keep posting and talking about them even if only you and two other people give a shit

[mrsrileywrites]

Oh well, it seems like my brain was feeling functional today...

Here's part two of this Simon Riley x pregnant reader ask

Enjoy everyone and as always any and all sorts of interaction is highly appreciated 🫶

Side note: I'm still new here so I don't know how to add links and be like "this" and you press the word and boom there's the link, also I do all this from my phone so bare with my millennial old ass 😅

1001 words

"Explain what?" He shouts turning around and walking towards you again, your hands fly to your belly instinctively, protective. You lower your head, eyes glued to the floor, ashamed.

Simon sees your reaction, the fear on your eyes, and he steps back taking a minute to collect himself, to come to terms with this discovery, he runs his hand over his face and hair.

"I'm sorry Si, I was-" you speak softly, your tone apologetic but he cuts you off, "You are not, I didn't want this, you knew damn well I didn't want this" he shouts again and you shrink yourself wanting to crawl out of your skin and not deal with this, not right now at least, your shoulders slump like a child being scolded. "Why didn't you tell me? You had plenty of chances."

"I didn't know how" you pout looking up at him searching his eyes for reassurance that everything would be okay but he is relentless, you see the rage and something else in his eyes, something you can't quite identify. "You didn't know how? Are you fucking kidding me right now? How about, uh oh by the way you are going to be a dad?" He sighs pacing back and forth like an encaged animal.

"I was afraid" you blink away the tears that have been threatening to spill since he walked through the door, your heart is beating so fast you think you may pass out any second. And he sees you, the fear, the vulnerability, the uncertainty and it hits him like a train, you are afraid too and you've been dealing with this for the past two months on your own, he stands in front of you.

"Afraid of what? Of me?" His voice is much softer now and he moves a strand of hair behind your ear, his calloused fingers lingering on your cheek and you nod speaking softly like you always do, because you are nothing like him, you are sweet and soft around the edges "of your reaction, of loosing you, but I get it now... you don't have to do this, it's okay really... I can manage on my own".

His hands cup your face and your fingers curl around his wrists, the look on your face pulls at the strings of his heart and he knows he would never be able to leave you even if he tried, even if that meant to face his biggest fears and become a father, the father he wish he had. "You'll never lose me love, you're stuck with me... We'll do this together, yeah?"

"Mhm" you agree and bury your face on his chest letting the tears run free, Simon rubs soothing circles on your back and apologizes over and over, he said he didn't mean to yell, he wasn't mad he was just shocked and scared shitless and you apologize too.

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From that on Simon was really involved in your pregnancy as much as he could, he even talked to Price and he agreed to send him on not-so-dangerous and not-so-long missions, he even got to do all of his paperwork in his little office at home and go with you to all your doctors appointments, he was holding your hand when he saw the baby for the first time, black and white blob staring at him through the screen, he asked the nurse if he could have one of the ultrasound pictures to show the lads back at base and she give him a bunch, he chose his favorite and put it in his wallet, he tried, in vain, to hide his tears the first time he heard the baby's heartbeat, he didn't complained when he noticed his favorite ice cream running out a lot faster while yours remained untouched, you blamed it on the pregnancy cravings.

 

He held your hair and rubbed soothing circles on your back every morning while you hugged the toilet bowl emptying your stomach courtesy of the morning sickness and he reassured you every time you felt too overly conscious of the changes in your body, he rubbed lotion on your belly and spoke to the bump every night after you showered and got ready for bed, he cried his eyes out the first time he felt the baby kick while he laid on the couch with his head on your lap and you ran your fingers through his hair.

One night you both laid in bed, in the moon lite bedroom, you were at the 36 weeks mark and your doctor had told you the baby could be born any time now. You and Simon (Simon more than you) had put the nursery together while you boss him around. Simon laid behind you, his burly arms wrapped around you while his hand rubbed different shapes on your belly, he gasped every time the baby kicked.

"I'm scared" you mumbled so low you thought he didn't hear you. "Scared of what, love?" he spoke in a drowsy tone his mouth against your neck.

"Giving birth..." He chuckled and you smacked his hand. "You can't escape that part, baby, can you?".

"I know, I just... You are so big and the baby is big for his gestational age too... I don't know if I'll be able to do this" you sighed. "It's too late to think about that now baby" he chuckled again and you smacked his hand again.

"Simon, this is serious" you scolded him and he squeezed you a little tighter, his voice a low murmur against your neck. "I know it is, but you got this... You've come this far and you've been so brave you are going to be just fine, plus I'll be right next to you... and they'll give you something for the pain, I'll make sure you are as comfortable as possible, yeah?".

"Yeah" you agreed sinking further into his warm embrace and you knew no matter how scary it could be Simon would always be there being your biggest supporter and a great father.

@zlunia

[searchingsomewhere]

The Night Shift, part 1

The Gojo Funeral Home morgue assistant, June, finally has some entertainment when Choso Kamo gets hired on to work the night shift as a groundskeeper.

{Cemetery AU, Choso x OC, eventually smutty, Minors do not interact.}

"Who's the hot goth guy? With the tattoo on his nose?"

Shoko snorted and looked up from her clipboard. Her assistant, June, was standing on her tippy toes to look outside the window. It was early summer, and the funeral home was less busy than normal. Slow periods meant watching the window, and that day there was plenty of eye candy to keep her occupied. June had been working at the funeral home and it's joined cemetery for two years and they'd never had another worker. For so long it had just been the director, her, and the groundskeeper. Shoko tucked her brown hair behind her ear and added some notes to her paperwork.

"Some kid Toji hired to help out," Shoko said, before adding, "Behave yourself, June."

The ashen blonde woman stuck her tongue out over her shoulder.

"What's his name?" June asked.

"Not a clue."

The hot goth guy in question was tall and reasonably built, or seemed to be. He wore baggy black clothes and his dark hair in short, spiky pigtails. He stood outside with the absolute tree of a man they called their groundskeeper, Toji. The older man was tall and muscular, arms thick and corded with muscle from years of manual labor. June licked her pink lips, watching the goth guy scratch the back of his head sheepishly. Toji was probably giving him the tour.

"Alright, let's focus here," Shoko said, smacking her with the clipboard.

June took the clipboard, rolling her eyes.

The double doors to the funeral home opened. In walked Toji, tight t-shirt stretching across his broad chest. The goth guy followed behind, hands stuffed in his pockets. He looked like a loser in the most attractive way, droopy eyes exhausted with dark circles from what seemed like eons of wakefulness. A single black stripe stretched across his nose, matching the studs above his eyebrow and the lip rings kissing the corner of his mouth.

"This is the funeral home," Toji was saying, "Shoko's the Funeral Director, so she's your boss after me. Listen to her."

Shoko shook his hand casually, exchanging pleasantries. He had a deep, gravelly voice that sent shivers up June's spine.

"D'ya spray paint your shirt on, Toji?" June asked, leaning against the desk. She tucked the clipboard under her arm, crossing her legs.

"This is Junebug," Toji said, jutting his thumb to her, "the personality hire. Ladies, meet Choso Kamo. He's the new nightshift groundskeeper."

Choso's eyes wandered her body, from the nude heels on her feet, following the line of her long legs, the hands on her hips, dark gaze flickering quickly up from her chest to her face. June fought the urge to bite her lip, heat rushing to her gut under his scrutiny. Thank god I wore this skirt today.

"Friends call me Junebug," she said, "Call me June. I'm Shoko's assistant."

"Toji, while you're here, could you help me with one of the furnaces?" Shoko asked, already opening the door to the morgue. "It won't heat properly."

Toji grumbled something under his breath about not being the maintenance man, but he followed her anyway, giving Choso a quick 'scuse me'. Leaving the two of them in the lobby to entertain themselves. June leaned further against the desk, crossing her arms so her breasts were pushed up. She tilted her head, smiling at him.

"So, you're the new test dummy? My tools are getting awfully rusty."

It was more of a joke to scare him, to test his mettle, but she was met with a slow, lazy smirk.

"Only if you're the one testing on me, Miss," he said.

"I promise I'm very gentle," she said, her confidence wavering under his half lidded stare.

"I'm not."

The unspoken promise of that statement sent electricity up her spine. June bit her bottom lip, watching the way his eyes focused on her mouth. They were standing a few feet apart, and yet the air grew thicker between them.

"...Everything looks fine. I'll be back later to take a closer look," Toji said as he opened the door.

Goddammit, Toji. June cleared her throat, straightening her back. She scrambled to look at her clipboard, flush reddening her cheeks. Choso tore his gaze from her. With a promise of returning later, the two groundskeepers gave their regards and left to tour the rest of the cemetery.

June scrunched up her nose.

"I didn't know we had a faulty furnace," she said.

"We don't," Shoko said simply.

Part 2

[drghostwrite]

dana scully x fem!reader

prompt 'you remembered'?

ehehe

ty xoxo

I'm so happy you asked, kudos for being the first to ask, you're the best! I was so excited to write this and I so hope you enjoy it, though I will be honest it started as fluff and then turned into its own thing so if you want a rewrite just let me know. ;)

Dana Scully x fem!reader

Prompt: "you remembered?"

TW: fluff turns to smut [Minors DNI]

Summary: It's their two year anniversary and Dana was upset that she has to work and can't be with you but little does she know you have bigger things planned. The reader is a doctor, head of the Emergency department at a level 1 trauma center so she doesn't always have time and can be forgetful.

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Dana sat at her desk, leaning her forehead into her hand and letting out a frustrated sigh, and scribbled something into the case file laid out in front of her. Today was your two year anniversary and though you loved her and she knew that, and vice versa she just wished she could be with you right now, instead of sitting at this desk doing paperwork.

Her phone lit up revealing the cute selfie of the two of you from when you traveled to your cabin last winter, you had gone hiking and skiing giving you both the chance to escape your hectic lives and one morning you found yourselves sitting on the couch, watching the snowfall curled up next to one another under a mound of fluffy and soft blankets, Dana was leaning on your chest laid between your legs while you were drinking coffee and just talking when you saw her raise her phone in front of you and snap a picture, you leaned forward smiling into her strawberry blonde hair and that's the picture she snapped and then another as she turned halfway so you could place a kiss to her temple keeping eye contact with the camera.

She grabbed the phone quickly hoping it was you but instead, it was a message from Fox reading, Need you to come upstairs to the office, ASAP.

"Damn you Mulder, I'm never getting out of here," she grumbled getting up from her desk to make her way from the morgue office to the little setup in the local police department. She really wanted nothing more than to order takeout that she knew would get cold because she had other activities planned, and put it on the island as soon as it got there to be warmed up later but instead, she was stuck at the local police department in Virginia on a wild goose chase while she knew you were running your emergency department saving lives, and she knew that you would be so tired and a part of her worried that you might even forget that it's your anniversary.

She looked at the clock, 5:24pm, and quickly shot you a text saying, Hey Love I'm going to probably be home late but I'll order takeout and have it sent to the house, so don't worry I got you covered.

Read 5:27

She let out a small depressed sigh, slipping her phone back into her blazer pocket as she made her way upstairs gathering the files she had laid out and putting them under her arm. She heard the elevator doors ding and felt the cart jolt into place as the doors opened, she stepped out onto the first level and didn't spot Mulder just yet. She scanned her surroundings, peaking her head into the small office on the side only to find him looking at a bulletin on the wall covered in red thread and pictures scattered about, Monica Reyes was leaning back in a chair feet up on the table with headphones in and John Dogett was passed out on the couch.

"Scully look at this I think I figured out where its been hiding."

"Please tell me you didn't pull me from something important to tell me you think there's another mythical creature out there."

"No look I think it's the sewers."

"Mulder you think the Chupacabra is underground hiding in the sewers, there's nothing to prove that, we caught the kids, it was just a hoax a bunch of frats boys thinking they were being ritualistic but in reality, they were brainwashed by their charismatic leader into a killing spree." Monica sat up watching you two but still had her headphones in only slightly listening enough that she knew what was going on.

"Mulder she's right we're wasting resources at this point, if there were more attacks after the arrest maybe, but I think the boys were using that system to get around without being caught and to stash costumes and weapons." Monica finally spoke up taking Danas side.

"Come on Mulder," Dana rubbed her forehead, "I think were all tired and just ready to get in the car a drive home." He looked around seeing John stirring from his sleep and seeing the frustration on Dana's features, he gave the go-ahead command to pack up and go home but informed them that he was going to have everything faxed over just in case. Dana grabbed her things and basically ran out of the building, but as she got outside the door she dropped her keys and heard a voice.

"Hey Beautiful need a hand?" she quickly shot up and turned around hand on her gun, but she took in the sight before quickly realizing it was you. she jumped wrapping her arms around your neck as you held her waist, she pulled you into a chaste kiss not caring who was around you or who witnessed this moment.

"Hey you two!" yelled John as he and Monica laughed to each other, Mulder was still inside oblivious, Dana turned bright red and pulled away from you, she saw her coworkers a lot and they've been in pretty dire situations but they've never seen her like this before so dependent on one person. You tuned giving all of them a wave, you picked up the keys to the Tahoe that they all drove there in a tossed them to John as he gave you a nod of approval.

"I think I'm gonna take my wife home now, have a great night guys." You smiled pulling her closer to your side and walking her towards your SUV, you opened her door and helped her in, walking back around and jumping in the driver seat. You had gone picked up coffee and put her favorite playlist on, she kicked her shoes off reclined her seat, and grabbed your hand as you pulled out to make your way home, she talked about the case and her day but never mentioned what day it was because she felt bad and she didn't want to make you feel worse, she was just amazed that you drive 3 hours after a crazy ED shift to come pick her up yourself. 3 hours later and you pulled into your driveway, saw the lights still on, and thanked God that your sister got the message, she cleaned, got the takeout from your favorite Italian restaurant, and set everything up so that you could leave right from work and drive to Virginia to pick up Dana. As you walked in the house you guided her right upstairs.

"Baby aren't we gonna eat I'm starving and I doubt you got a break at the hospital today, with the full moon and all."

"Oh trust me you're going to want to wait." You stepped into your master bedroom and that's when she saw it, dimly lit candles with her favorite scent, you made the bed but changed the sheets to black satin with a deep maroon blanket, and she realized that you weren't wearing scrubs and that you had nothing but a lace bra under your cream boyfriend button up, you had left the top three buttons open just enough that she could see down your shirt making her go rabid but not enough for anyone to notice from a distance, you also had on the skinny jeans that she loved they accented your butt and thighs so well.

You turned and looked at her expression, chuckling you kissed her forehead.

"You remebered?" she asked almost confused but amazed, she looked into your eyes seeing the compassion and the small smirk you had.

"Dana Catherine Scully you’re the love of my life of course I remembered. Now let me show you just how much I love you."

You turned closing the door behind you and leaned down to kiss her lips backing her up against the door. she played with the buttons pushing your shirt off your shoulders, and you started the buttons on her shirt revealing the blue lace underneath, she undid the button of her pants let them pool around her ankles revealing the matching panties, she stepped and kicked them to the side. “Mm baby you look amazing.” You grabbed the back of her thighs picked her up and pressed her against the wall, you started working your way down her neck and onto the exposed skin of her chest leaving bites along the way as she threw her head back against the wall letting out low moans, moans that went straight to your core. You unclasped her bra and pulled a nipple into your mouth, she gasped at the action but then you felt her hand in your hair telling you to keep going, you could feel her muscles taut against you.

“mhmmhm, maybe we should move this to the bed.”You quickly made your way to the bed laying her on the edge and she pulled you down with her.

"Y/N I want to touch you, to feel you, please."

"Whatever you want baby." you slipped off the rest of your clothes and then crawled back up the bed hooking your finger in her panties and sliding them off tossing them to the side. You leaned forward placing yourself in between her legs, you could feel her start to grind against you, kissing her again and stayed there for a minute before snaking a hand down between her legs and sliding it through her folds.

"Oh my God Dana you're so wet for me baby."

She moaned at the touch letting out a small pained laugh into the kiss, "Y/N I've been waiting for this all day."

"Well, then you shouldn't have to wait any longer." You pushed your first finger in and then another gently kissing down her body, you could already feel how close she was as she bucked against your hand, you kissed down her stomach and stopped right where she needed you most, kissing up and down her thighs, slowing down your hand and watching her squirm. Before she could say anything you attached your lips around her clit sucking harshly and starting your hand back up. Her back arched and before she knew it you had her seeing stars. You pulled your fingers out but coaxed her through with your mouth tasting all of her, you climbed back up her body, letting her catch her breath and kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself.

"I'm sorry for thinking you forgot about our anniversary." She apologized in between kisses.

"Love, there's nothing to worry about, and by the way I would never forget the day I married the most gorgeous, smart, and badass woman in the world."

"Mmmm, in that case," she moaned looking into your genuine green eyes, she hooked her leg over yours and flipped you both other, her sapphire blue eyes blowing bigger with lust as she positined herself above you.

"I guess I better show you how loved you really are," as she deepened the kisses.

[misty720]

Announcing our love - Ch6:

Sundays, Papyrus went in a little later and closed a little earlier with his biggest spike being late breakfast and early lunch. Instead of five, he rose at seven to open half past eight. He sat up and saw his little human bundled under the sheets wearing a sleepy grin as she slept right through the alarm. He smiled and kissed her neck to stir her. "Noooo, Pap..." Chara groaned in a foggy voice. "Three's 'nough..." She shooed him away lazily with her hand crossed over her body not even bothering to roll over to face him.

"ARE WE TALKING GLASSES OF WINE OR TRICYCLE MOTORS?"

"Both..."

"NYEH HEH! I LOVE YOU. COME ON, DEAR, WE NEED TO LET THE KIDS KNOW WE WILL BE LEAVING THEM WITH THEIR AUNT FRISK AND UNCLE SANS SO THEY CAN THROW THEIR FITS NOW AND BE DONE WITH IT."

"Don't you put that on me today, Papyrus. You get to leave while I'm stuck with them!"

"THE SOONER THE BETTER, DEAREST. DON'T WORRY, I'M NOT LEAVING UNTIL I KNOW THEY WON'T CAUSE YOU GRIEF." Chara groaned and dressed for the day while Papyrus started his routine.

The three were already piled on the couch in their pajamas watching television and shoveling sugar laden cereal into their cheeks. "Kids..." Chara beckoned their attention and turned off the show followed with a chorus of groans. "Shush! This will only take as long as you make it. Kids, your father and I have something to talk with you about."

"Oh no! They're getting divorced!!" Kabel cried and threw his hands to his face dramatically.

"What?! No! And, where did you learn that word anyway??"

"Our friend at school said their mom and dad were doing it, and she said she will only see her daddy on the weekends..." Sylfae told them.

"WE'RE NOT GETTING A DIVORCE. YOU CHILDREN ARE DRAMATIC LIKE YOUR MOTHER. ACTUALLY, WE'RE DOING THE OPPOSITE OF A DIVORCE!"

"You're... getting married??" Serif asked with a scrunched face feeling very confused.

"We're renewing our wedding vows for our anniversary, yes. Which means you three will have a role to play in it. Papa and Momma love each other very much and aren't interested by any means in leading separate lives. Also, we do have some news you're not going to like to follow the wedding. Papa and I will be gone for a week, a full seven days, on a honeymoon... just us... without you three..."

"You're leaving us behind?!" Kabel asked in distress.

"But, we always go on trips together..." Sylfae teared up. "You don't want us to come?"

"Both of you, stop," Serif cut in bopping them on the head with one of their stuffed animals to get their attention. "Mom and Dad will be doing boring grown-up stuff on their trip. Stuff you won't be interested in. That's what a honeymoon is. They don't want to hear us groan for a week about how bored we are while they take care of things."

Chara smiled adoringly at her oldest who frequently translated what they were trying to say in terms the younger ones would understand. "What kind of stuffs?" Kabel asked not quite convinced.

"I don't know, I've never been!"

"WE'LL BE TAKING CARE OF PAPA'S WORK STUFF, TAXES, LEGAL PAPERWORK, SCHEDULING, MAYBE EVEN RUN ERRANDS WITHOUT HAVING TO STOP EVERY FIVE MINUTES FOR ONE OF YOU TO PEE," Papyrus helped his son out picking up on where this was going.

"Booooo!!" Sylfae and Kabel shouted at the same time. "Why even go??" Sylfae asked.

"Because adults sometimes have things to do that aren't always fun but are necessary. That's part of being a responsible adult. Thank you, stinker. We appreciate the backup," Chara kissed all three of them and joined them in front of the tv.

"QUICK THINKING, SON. GOOD JOB," Papyrus roughed his hair and kissed all of them before heading out the door for work. Thanks to Serif, the talk went smoother than planned. They loved all of their kids, but they were grateful for Serif and how he was with his siblings.

@papara-week

[abbatoirablaze]

Teller Morrow Tragedy, The Prequel, Chapter 14

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: tattoos, mentions of needles, characters walking in on others in a state of undress, teenager with raging hormones

Juice's pOV

"You sure you want to do this, kid?" the artist asked. I looked over at Alicia who shrugged.

“It’s your choice, Juan Carlos. You sure you want to do this?”

The tattoo artist smirked, looking at her, "and you are his legal guardian?"

"Yeah, I am his legal guardian," she laughed, "We filled out your paperwork for you already, but I can show you again if you want!"

"Hell yeah," I smiled, hyped up at the idea that I was actually about to get my tattoos done, "I got straight A's. And I'm 16 now. You told me if I got honor roll I could do it. I want to do this!"

The tattoo artist laughed as he took some measurements, "tattoos are a hell of a motivation technique. Wish my parents were cool like that!"

I smiled and looked at Alicia, "you should get a tattoo."

"I have enough," she laughed, “and anyways. Today is about you, JC.”

"You have one," I said, sticking my tongue out, "I know you want more."

"I did always tell myself I would get more one day," she said, "but today is about you. You get your tattoos, and then we are going to get some take out, and pack because we go back home next week."

"We're all going?" I asked, "I thought we were just dropping Mikey off at the airport so Jax could have her for the month.”

She shook her head, "I'm taking all of us down there. Gonna even bring Tink. Taking the car and going on a good, old fashioned, family road trip. Gemma needs some help at the shop. And you are going to be paying me back for the tattoos by working in the garage."

"I have to pay for them too?"

She nodded, "I told you I would allow you to get them. You are paying for them yourself though. Earn your keep hon. You're practically a Morrow. Which means you'll be working at the garage with the boys."

I shook my head at her, and looked over at the artist, "can you believe her?"

The guy laughed, "she's hot, and she's the one tipping me. I'm on her side."

Alicia smiled and stuck her tongue out at me, and the artist told us that he had to draw everything up, but the sketches would be done in about 40 minutes. We agreed to break off and grab lunch while he did the drawing.

We went a few shops down to a café. I could see her checking her cell, "he's not going to call you."

"What?"

"Kozik hasn't called you in a month," I said simply, “that’s who you’re waiting on, right?”

She put her phone between us, "do you know something you want to tell me about, JC?"

I looked down at the phone and bit my lip, "no."

"You're lying." she said simply. She narrowed her eyes at me, "What's going on?"

"He's cheating on you," I admitted after a moment. I sighed and she copied my actions, crossing her arms, "back on Valentine’s Day, he went to Nevada for a week after he left our house. He calls the same number twice a week. It belongs to a woman who is a sweet butt for your Uncle Jury's club."

"What?" she asked, eyes wide, "ho-how do you know all of this?"

"I knew something was off a when he started coming out and visiting us. Gemma said she was suspicious of something and had me look into it."

"Who all have you...have you been tracking me via tech?"

"If it makes you feel better, I look up a lot of people."

"I wish you wouldn't," she sighed. I felt a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach. The look on her face made me feel like I had disappointed her. I sighed to myself and looked back into her eyes, “JC this is the kind of stuff the Leone’s might look into…you can’t be doing that anymore.”

"I know why you are taking all of us back to Charming," I said quietly after we'd gotten our drinks, "you feel safe there...even after they attacked you, you still feel safe there."

"I don't trust anyone," she admitted, "I've seen Leone's men around town and at first it didn’t make sense…but you telling me you’ve been using your talents...I know that they are going to do something once the warrant goes through and their place gets raided."

"That's why we're leaving next week."

"For the whole summer," she confirmed, "Jax will get some time with Mikey, but at the same time, we'll hang out and you can get some family time in with the guys. My boss is actually going to have me work a case for them while I'm down there, so I'll be doing the office part time to help out Gemma, but also doing some work interning at an office in California."

I nodded, and she looked back at her phone. I took one of her hands in my own, "we'll be safe Alicia...your family will protect you."

"They are your family too Juan Carlos," she whispered, "they will love and protect you just as much as I do."

"I look more like a Mayan than a Son," I said with a laugh, “I wouldn’t be willing to be that their love runs as deep for me as it does for you and Mikey.”

She reached across the table and put her hand on my heart, "honey, it's about what's in here. And in here, you are a Son. I spent so much time and energy trying to protect Mikayla from being part of the group and being engulfed in it...but that's the one place I feel safe. Surrounded by the guys. The garage. Gemma. My dad. Tig and Chibs. Jax. Chico, Piney, and Bobby. Every single one of them mean something to me. They've always been there for me, and they'll be there for you too. All you have to do is trust them."

"I only trust you," I said, being completely honest with her, "but if you trust them, I trust your judgment."

She leaned across the table and kissed my forehead, "you are an amazing young man, sweetie."

My breath hitched in my throat. When she leaned across the table, I could see down her shirt, and her lace black bra was in my full view. Suddenly my jeans felt a bit tighter. When she leaned back her loose blouse covered it up, but I still could see that image of her perky breasts in my mind.

"Is this weird for you?" I asked after a second. She cocked her head at me. I sighed trying to point out the awkwardness, "well you're only what, 22?"

"Yeah?"

"And I'm sixteen."

"Okay?"

"Never mind," I said, shaking my head and adjusting my jeans. It didn't work. I had a full hard on. She looked at me, expectantly, and I shrugged her off. She gave it a second before going back to her menu.

We looked at the menu for a minute, and we ordered. Lunch went fast enough, and we soon, were on our way back to the tattoo shop. I felt so nervous as we were ushered into the back of the shop, and I sat in the chair.

He put the stencil on me, and it copied onto the freshly shaved sides of my head. I approved it, and the artist sat down in his own chair, "Alright kid, you ready?"

I smiled and looked at Alicia, "ready as I'll ever be."

I heard the gun start up, and I grabbed for Alicia's hand. She squeezed it reassuringly, "thank you."

She put her other hand over top of mine and rubbed it, "of course sweetie."

I closed my eyes and tried not to think about the needle barreling for my head, and I tried even harder to not think about Alicia's bra.

Alicia's POV

June 5--8:00 AM

"Do we have everything that we need?" I asked as JC closed the trunk to the SUV. He nodded, "did you pack your aftercare for your tattoos?"

He reached up and tenderly touched the gauze that he'd had on either side of his head before running into the house. He returned a few minutes later with his backpack, "got some extra gauze, the aloe, and A and D. Did you remember to tell Tara we were leaving?"

"Yup," I smiled, "I reminded her last night. She's got the house to herself for the summer. Got the driving directions?"

He nodded, "why are we going to Memphis?"

I finished buckling Mikey into her car seat. Tinkerbell jumped in right after I moved. JC got into the passenger side, and I shrugged, "I figured it'd be nice to go see stuff in the South, rather than go North. On Thursday we'll get to see Jury and we'll spend the night at his club. Then Friday morning we'll be in Charming, and we can see everyone."

"You going to ask Jury about the sweet butt Kozik was calling?"

I nodded, "yeah. If he really is cheating on me, I'm going to break up with him. I don't have time for that."

He smiled and put his hand over mine, "you can do better."

"Yeah mommy," Mikey piped in, "Way better lik-"

"Like any other guy," JC said cutting her off. He looked back at her, and I saw him shake his head, but I didn't say anything.

The ride out went extremely fast. I had to fill up for gas, and pull over numerous times, but such is life having a 5 going on six-year-old. JC spent most of his time on his laptop, I'd bought him for Christmas. He said that he somehow was able to get online, and I didn't think to question it too much for the thought that it was probably illegal. Mikey continuously asked me if we were there yet. I was grateful when she fell asleep at 1. She ended up sleeping until 5:30, but by that time we were pulling into our hotel.

The check in was fast and for that I was grateful. The manager had told us that there was a mistake with the booking and upgraded us to a suite that had 2 separate bedrooms, its own kitchen, and even offered to pay for our room service for the night. It felt amazing to be pampered. We put our bags in the room, and I told JC that I would share my bedroom with Mikey so he could have his own room. He seemed happy about that, but I laughed it off.

"Mommy," Mikey asked, digging through her bag, "Can we please go swimming?"

"Aren't you hungry?"

"We can eat after," she pleaded, pulling her swimsuit out, "please mommy."

I shrugged, "alright. Grab my swimsuit, I'll tell JC."

She grinned and begun to dig through my bags. I knocked on the door to JC's bedroom. When he opened it, I'd seen that he was taking the gauze off the sides of his head, "Mikey wants to go swimming. Did you want to come with us?"

He got a big grin on his face, "hell yeah."

"Ten minutes," I smiled, knocking on the frame, "I gotta get Mikey in her suit, and change myself."

He nodded and closed the door. I went back to our room and Mikayla had both of my bags opened and they were all over the room. I couldn't help but laugh as she had all my bras and underwear on the bed. She looked confused, "It doesn't look like mine mommy. What is it?"

I walked over to the bed and kissed the top of her head, "sweetie, this is mommy's underwear. Here let's get you changed, and I'll find my suit, okay?"

She nodded and we got her changed. She helped me find my white cut out swimsuit and I disappeared into the bathroom. I left the door open so I she could hear me, "put all the clothes back into the bags baby."

"Okay mommy."

I stripped down and got the bottom of iton. I threw my jeans behind me and removed my bra, "baby grab mommy's big SAMCRO tee."

Mikey came in a few seconds later with the tee. I threw it over my suit, and we made our way to the living room where JC was already waiting for us. We went down to the pool and swam for a good hour before deciding that we were starving. As we passed by the main desk we put in our order, and they told us that it would be about 20 minutes. We made our way back up to the room and I got Mikey changed into her pajamas. She sat down on the bed, and I grabbed my own shorts and cami. Without a second thought I stripped down and went to throw on my shorts. I searched the bathroom but couldn't find my bra or underwear.

"Mikayla?" I asked slowly. I looked around, but Mikey wasn't in the room. However, my lacy black boy shorts and bra were sitting on the bed. I shook my head at my own mom brain and made my way over to it.

I can't believe I forgot my underwear on the stupid bed. I laughed and made my way over to the articles of clothing.

"Hey the foo-holy shit!"

My eyes went wide as Juan Carlos had walked through the open door and seen me naked. I covered myself up the best I could as he just stood there like a deer in headlights, "oh my god, Juice, GET OUT!"

I threw a pillow at him and that seemed to snap him out of it, but I grabbed my underwear off the bed and ran for the bathroom slamming the door shut. I dropped the underwear on the tile in front of me and slid down the door.

Oh my god. How could I be so stupid. I looked at my shorts and cami, suddenly feeling awkward. I viewed this kid as my kid, and he just walked in on me, stark naked. I hastily threw on the underwear, cami, and shorts, before opening the bedroom door slowly and finding the loosest tee shirt I could find and some sweatpants.

Mikey came in as I was bent over, pulling up the sweatpants and I swear I nearly had a heart attack. She jumped up on the bed, "mommy, why did JC come in looking all pale? Why were you yelling at him? He was telling you dinner is here."

"Mommy wasn't dressed," I said slowly, trying to explain it to her, “JC walked in on mommy.”

"I see you when you aren't dressed," she replied, “I don’t get it.”

"Mommy is a girl," I began again, "JC is a boy. We have different parts down there."

"He doesn't have a hoo-ha?"

I tried to stifle my own laughter. How the fuck do I explain a penis to her? "Boys have a willy. It's like a hoo-ha. But different."

"Oh."

"yeah."

"Does daddy have a willy or a hoo-ha?"

"He has a willy."

"So he's like JC?" she asked.

I nodded, "Yeah. And he's at an age, where he shouldn't be seeing me undressed."

"Why?"

"Well," I began, sitting down, "boys...boys are just different. They shouldn't see girls undressed unless the girl wants them to."

"Daddy has seen me undressed when he gives me baths..."

"And that is fine...because he's your daddy," I saidquickly, reminding her that it was normal in that instance, "he's helping you, because you are still too little to do that alone...but JC, he's like your big brother. He shouldn't see mommy undressed."

"oh...okay. Well, he told me to come in here and tell you sorry."

Chapter 15

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Spring Blossoms, as does Love (pt. 5)

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Summary: Y/N and Kuroo share their first night together in what is now both of their home. In the morning, Y/N faces some anxiety about meeting Kuroo's volleyball team, whom he considers his friends.

A/N: Hey y'all! I hope you missed me, but I'm back!!! I was going to publish chapters five and six tonight, but decided against that, because it's almost three a.m. as I am writing this. (Sleep? We don't know her.) Also, let me know who you would like included on the team! I will write anyone in as a supporting character, just make sure that they have enough screentime to base some characterisation off of. Should I do MSBY? or Karasuno? Aoba Johsai? Let me know! Also, I know that this author's note is already long, but I just wanted to mention again briefly that I am writing for new fandoms! I will be adding a list to my pinned post, so go check it out, and if you have a request, please submit! Finally, remember I use British English, start in Y/N's POV, and stay safe! Love y'all!

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adjective (of a word or phrase) referred to in idiom or expression. "I'm going to stick out like the proverbial sore thumb"

Coming home to Kuroo was a new experience. When I get home, I'm covered in dirt and sweat, and I usually jump right into the shower before putting on sweatpants and making dinner. Today, however, was different for obvious reasons. "I'm home!" I announce to the house as I enter. Dropping all of my stuff on the floor, I turn and see Kuroo looking at me from the counter, his laptop open and papers strewn about beside him. "Hi, Kuroo. How was your day?"

"Just fine. I got all of my stuff in, the important things at least. How about you?"

"That client of mine is really nice, but they have lots of property. It always takes me forever to get to everything."

"Aww, I'm sorry. I got takeout if you would like it. It's in the fridge."

"Thanks babe, I appreciate it."

Kuroo gives me a quick hug before releasing me to go eat.

**POV SWITCH**

After Y/N was done eating, he moved to the couch, and I went and curled him up next to me. "Tell me about your day." I ask him before realising that he was moving to get up.

"Sorry, babe, I really need to shower. It's almost seven, and you have work tomorrow, right?" He says, getting up and stretching his arms over his head, exposing his lower stomach for a quick second.

"Yeah, I do. But I want to make sure you're comfortable. It'll be a long day with the team tomorrow."

"Well, how about you take a shower with me? No funny business, though. I'm too tired."

"Okay, I'll be up in five. Just gonna save my document and get my paperwork put away."

He walks away up the stairs, and I hear the tap turn on. I feel my face begin to flush scarlet. He wants to shower with me? Since when is he that suave? Usually, he's a dork, but...

Realising that I've taken too long, I close my laptop and head upstairs. Opening the door to the bathroom, I see his clothes on the floor and his silhouette behind the shower curtain. I slowly strip and pull away the curtain, and he turns to look at me. Stepping into the shower, he wordlessly motions for me to turn around and get my head wet. He then reaches for the bottle of shampoo, squirts some on his hands, and begins to massage it into my hair.

**POV SWITCH**

After the shower, curled up on our bed, I finally feel calm. Wow. Our bed. That feels really weird to say. "Kuroo, babe," I whisper out to the dim room.

"Yeah?"

"I-," I take a deep breath. "I love you..." Realising the gravity of what I had just said, I snap my hands up to cover my mouth. Kuroo, having seen the whole scene, wordlessly reaches down and takes ahold of my wrist. Tugging on it gently, he eventually forces it to part company with my lips, instantly replacing it with his. Grabbing my waist and pulling me closer to his side, I melt deeper into his kiss. After what felt like a blissful eternity, Kuroo pulls away and whispers, "I love you too, cutie. Now get some rest. I want you to come meet some people tomorrow."

The following day comes a lot sooner than expected. My eyes flutter open to Kuroo's shining smile. "What time is it?" I ask him.

"Six o'clock. Now, get up, I have coffee."

"Yay!" I mumble, somehow managing to sound both annoyed and excited.

"So, Y/N, today I thought that I'd introduce you to the team." I sputter into my coffee, but Kuroo keeps talking. "Me and the guys that I coach, we aren't that different in age, so we get along quite well. It'll be more like meeting a bunch of my friends than some random group of college kids."

Hearing that, I sigh in relief but then begin to hyper-focus on something. Friends. They're Kuroo's friends. Oh no. Insecurities and past experiences begin to overwhelm me as Kuroo pulls me up and nudges me in the direction of the bathroom, promises of breakfast vaguely heard over the roar of thoughts in my head. I can't help but feel as though I'm stuck in a current and just along for the ride.

**POV SWITCH**

Packing lunch into small containers for our busy day is what I'm doing when Y/N stumbles into the kitchen. His hair, while dried, is a rat's nest, and he only has on one sock. Knowing where this is going, I pause and walk over to him. He freezes but lets me hug him. As I bury my head in his hair and smell his shampoo, I ask, "What's all this about?"

"Wh-what are you talking about, babe? I'm excellent." Y/N says unconvincingly.

"Come on, Y/N. You only ever get this frantic when you're anxious about something. You know you can talk to me, right? Is it about meeting the team?" I see him freeze, and I know that I've hit the proverbial* nail right on the head. "What about today is making you anxious?"

"I'm worried that if I don't make a good impression, they'll all convince you to dump me because they don't think I'm worthy of you, or something like that."

"Y/N, babe, I've told you once, and I'll say to you as many times as you need to hear it, I don't care what anyone says about our relationship. I will never, ever leave you. Besides, knowing them, they'll worship you like a god and wonder how you ended up with a guy like me."

"Thank you, Kuroo. I love you so, so much, okay? I can't wait to get a better view of your life."

Hearing that, I gave Y/N a quick peck on the cheek and ducked back behind the counter, placing our lunch in a bag while he finished getting ready.

**POV SWITCH**

Kuroo is a surprisingly good cook. That's what I'm thinking about, the remnants of breakfast churning happily in my stomach while he rolls down the road towards the city. I don't like the city. I don't go to the city. Somehow, though, this all feels okay.

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A SERIE WITH HANK VOIGHT. CHAPTER I.

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You hate paperwork, but being in your first year of residence that's your main task at the hospital. The real doctors always take advantage of your situation, alleging that you're too intelligent to lose your time taking some classes for medical examinations. So they let you complete their reports and medical records.

Will sticks his head out of the frame door, knocking it to earn your attention. With a heavy sight, you raise up your eyes from the screen of your laptop. The smile curving up his lips makes you now that he needs you. He is something like your sponsor and, sometimes, he gives you the opportunity to attend patients with superficial wounds. You don't ask getting up from your chair, infected by the grin on his face.

Following him quickly through the main hallways, he guides you to a treatment room in the Emergencies, wearing your white coat ready for whatever. Will opens you the door to find three men there. You don't know any of them.

“What 'we got?” You ask going straight to the sink to wash your hands, before wearing a pair of gloves.

“Something simple. Clean shot. Bullet stuck in the right shoulder. Two inches and a half deep”.

In silence, you grab a small glass bottle with lidocaine inside to place it over the removable tray and start to prepare everything you need to heal the man grunting on the stretcher.

“Wait, wait, wait”. The older man sits up with a sarcastic grimace. “Have you lost your damn mind, Halstead? A kid ain't gonna remove that bullet from me”.

Not even looking at the doctor, you frown pressing a hand on the older's bare chest to push him down.

“My hospital, my rules”.

Hearing some giggles behind you from his companions, you raise both eyebrows tilting your chin. When he understands there's no other option, he tries to relax with a hissed fine. Putting the motion lamp over the open wound, you don't lose time on disinfecting it, being thanked that he's suffering a brief hemorrhage. The hole is big enough to not need to open it with a scalpel, studying it while injecting the lidocaine and waiting some seconds till the med makes its effect.

Counting down from ten to zero, you grab the tweezers leaning closer to slide it carefully inside the wound. Two inches and a half. It's easy for you to find the bullet, catching it slowly and pulling your hand up until you have the piece of steel out of him. Inspecting it, you make sure that the shoot has been really clean and there's no shrapnel, before starting to stitch up.

It doesn't take you more than a minute, being an easy task for you, seeing sideways Will proudly crossing his arms on his chest. Covering your small piece of art with a couple of gauzes, you force a smile to the man with his brown eyes glued on yours.

“Come tomorrow morning to check how it's going. Doctor Halstead will prescribe you meds for pain, and it would be good if you use a sling for a week, sir”.

Turning off the motion lamp and taking off the gloves from your hands to throw them into the trash, your sponsor offers you a fist to crash it with yours.

“Good job, (Y/L/N). Take a break of fifteen minutes, I cover your back”.

“Thank you”. Showing him a satisfied smile, you lead your steps to the outside of the room, stopping on your tracks under the frame. Turning around and grabbing a shape-heart lollipop from your coat pocket, you leave it over the stretcher. “For being a good boy”.

You can't help but waver him, narrowing your eyes.

“I ain't exactly a good boy, sweetheart”.

“And I'm not exactly a sweetheart”.

He spits a chuckle, kissing his teeth not being able to put his eyes off from you and that aura of cockiness that follows you everywhere.

“Gentlemen, Doc'”. Your head bows down with a short nod, before continuing your steps to the cafeteria.

Being sure that your work for today is already done and you have all your medical records organized over your desk for Will, you say your goodbyes and leave the hospital. The cold breeze of Chicago oblige you to zip your jacket over your chest, keeping your hands inside the pockets, prior to starting walking your way back home. You have always loved November's weather in your hometown, but you're starting to hate it since your car is in the workshop because someone had the brilliant idea of ripping your tires.

Closing the door behind you and leaving your bag in the entrance, you take off your jacket to hang it in the coat rack next to Matt's.

“Hey!” You shout, not sure where your housemate is.

“Kitchen!”

Stretching your arms over your head, you continue to the mentioned place, sitting on the marble counter highing five with the fireman.

“How was your day?” He asks turning the meat in the pan to the other side and season it with salt and pepper.

“Hm… interesting”. You reply pressing your lips and tilting your head. “Yours?”

“Quiet, actually”.

“Yeah, it's surprising when we don't get any patients from fire accid— what's that?” Your words are interrupted by your curiosity, pointing at the bucket of red roses in a jar over the dinner table. “Another old lady who fell in love with you, casanova?”

“Actually, I'm not the one who stole a heart today”.

Raising an eyebrow greatly taken aback, you put down yourself from the counter to grab his open beer. Having a sip, you hold the small paper card handwritten.

“I lost the lollipop, sorry”. You can't help but laugh softly like an idiot, under Matt's attentive look. As soon as you turn at him, you clear your throat erasing the goofy gesture from your face. “Halstead let me take care of a bullet wound. The guy was an idiot, so I laughed on his face giving him a lollipop. I think he was a cop”.

“Look at you… hanging out with the elite of Chicago”. Teasing you with some tickles, he places an arm over your shoulders. “How is his name? I must know him”.

“Dunno, he didn't say it. Will either. But he has to come back tomorrow for a revision”.

“Yeah… for a revision”.

“Aw, you jealous, Casey? How sweet…” Palming his chest and joking on him, you try to feign feeling touched. “Don't worry, no man will take your best friend's position”.

“I feel much better now. Should we order a pizza to celebrate it?”

“Please. I'm starving”.

“Let me guess…” Placing himself in front of you, walking backwards to the living room, Matt points at you with a forefinger. “Cheetos and Arizona tea for lunch again?”

“Who told you? Gabi or Sylvie?”

“Severide went to the hospital, and he had a glimpse of you in the cafeteria”.

“I knew you couldn't be this smart”.