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Jokes In The Cloud (Carlos Sainz x Comedian!Reader)

No Face Claim. All the pictures are from Pinterest.

CONGRATULATIONS TO CARLOS ON WINNING HIS SECOND GP THIS SEASON!!

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punchlineprincess Vacationing with the people who get on my nerve the most

y/bff/user you forgot to take me😔😔 punchlineprincess y/bff/user sorry bbg, next trip with you alone😘😘 y/cousin/user you annoy us more🙂 y/mum/user not a nice thing to say Y/N punchlineprincess y/mum/user I was joking😅😅 user1 if someone saw her IG they would think she's a model😍😍 user2 God I've seen what you've done for others, when is it my turn🥲🥲 user3 pretty and funny. I want her!!❤️❤️

{Reader's POV}

The gears in my head my turning, I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I still had to refine my script; I was sure I could do it if I have a few hours. "Sweetheart, dinner's ready" my dad called out from the bedroom door. "Dad, I have to leave" I stated. "To where?" my dad asked, walking in. "You know that Netflix special I was gonna film" I began, he nodded along, "well, they want to film it on Monday" I finished. "That's in a day" he stated. "2, since it's in New York" I explained. "Cassidy will send me my tickets, but I think I'll be leaving now" I spoke. "Sorry about ditching the family trip. I know how important it was for you" I mumbled. "It's okay, darling. This is bigger. This will catapult you to fame like you always wanted, I mean I'm already so proud of you but this is still bigger" he explained trying to calm me. "Me and your mum will help you pack, come on" he said and called my mum.

The two of them helped me pack my bags. He explained how my Netflix special would be filmed soon and I would be leaving soon to everyone. All my younger cousins and nieces and nephews were so excited. Cassidy sent me the tickets. I made sure to pack everything while my mum fed me, it was chaos in the best way possible. "I'll be leaving now" I hugged my parents good bye. "Can't wait to watch it" my aunt spoke patting my back. "Mention us" one of my younger cousin's spoke. "I'll try" I laughed. My niece kissed my cheek wishing me good bye. My nephew wasn't ready to let me go yet, my brother had to pull him off me.

I waved good bye as the taxi left the resort, my family waving back as I disappeared. The ride to the airport was short, I was too busy going through my material to notice when I reached the airport. I paid the taxi driver and hauled my luggage to the check-in desk. The person behind it, checked me in and I was headed to immigration. This was the first time I noticed that I was sitting first class. When did my manager have this kind of money to book first class. I'd have to bring it up with her once I had the time.

I got done with all the formality and headed to the waiting area, where I spent my time going through my script and tweaking it ever so often. I downed a RedBull to try to align myself to New York time, so that I can combat the jet lag.

As the speaker's announced the boarding for my flight, I grabbed all my stuff with the plan to finish it up on the plane. The air-host lead me to my seat. I noticed a man sat on the seat next to mine, he looked an awful lot familiar, until it hit me that it was Carlos Sainz; my heart started pounding. I walked up to my seat, put my luggage away and sat down. My hands were shaking by the time I sat down, pulling my laptop out. I started typing away with shaky hands. "Is that a script?" a voice came from beside me. I turned around to find Carlos with his head turned, trying to figure out what's written. "Yeah, I'm a comedian, this is a script for my show" I tried to speak as confidently and calmly as possible. "That's cool. I'm Carlos, Carlos Sainz" he introduced himself. "I'm Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N" I shook his hand. "I'm a Formula One driver, maybe you'e heard about me" he further elaborated. I know, I've been obsessed with you for years, my poor brother has to listen to me talk about you for hours after every race, analysing the whole race. I have a fan account called carloslover, were the thoughts running through my head. "Yeah, I must've heard about Formula One some where" I said tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Well it's nice to meet you" Carlos said. "It's nice to meet you too" I said with a smile. "I'll let you get back to your work" Carlos said pointing at my laptop.

I spent a couple more minutes working on it before I was disturbed by Carlos, not like I was complaining; "I'm sorry but I'm kind of curious about what the script your working on is about" Carlos spoke slowly. "I'm filming a Netflix special in New York. So, I'm fine tuning my script" I chuckled. "Oh, sorry for disturbing you" Carlos replied sheepishly. Damn, he looked so cute, I caught myself fawning at him. "Ah, it's nothing." I quickly looked away, "I love when people are interested in what I do" I smiled. "Then, I will continue to annoy you a bit" he laughed. "Be my guest" I smiled back.

A few more tweaks and a good hour later, I was able to close the laptop, happy with the script I had at hand. "I'm guessing you're done" Carlos chimed in. "I am" I said stretching a little. "Maybe you could practice a bit with me" Carlos suggested. "I do want to practice my crowd work" I thought out loud.

"So, Carlos are you really a full time driver or a model? I can't really tell" I said. Carlos's face turned red, "Is this how you do crowd work?" he trailed. "I, no, can't let the opportunity to flirt with a man as handsome as you go" I smirked. Carlos's blush only deepened, "So, I'm special" he laughed. "Obviously" I shrugged. "If it's anything, I thought you were a model and not a comedian" he retorted. "I get that a lot. But doesn't work in my profession when people don't think pretty people tell good jokes" I retorted back. "I've never heard any of your jokes, but I'm sure you're funny since Netflix wants you" Carlos said. "Hope so" I said holding up my hands with crossed fingers.

I felt like the time flew by, as Carlos kept me company. Just as the flight was about to land; "Will I see you again?' Carlos asked hopefully. "You could, if I had your number" I remarked. Carlos pulled his phone out and handed it to me. I put my number in and called myself. "I'll see you soon." I winked as I saved Carlos's number. "Can't wait" Carlos replied, smiling at me as we grabbed our luggage to leave.

Cassidy was waiting for me as I exited the airport. "I'm so sorry, I should've checked my emails" she apologised grabbing my bag. "It's fine, let's go. I'm exhausted" I replied grabbing my bag back. We caught an uber back to the hotel. I rehearsed my script with Cassidy for the next few hours, trying not to memorise it so it would sound genuine.

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punchlineprincess Done filming my first special, can't wait for it to air🥹🥹

y/bff/user I'M SO EXCITED🤭🤭 user4 I'll watch it just to see that outfit😍 user5 so pretty😍😍 y/mum/user so proud of my baby💖 y/dad/user my baby's all grown up😭❤️

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punchlineprincess Joked my way into his life🫣🫣

y/bff/user ooohhhh who is this??👀👀 y/dad/user what is this behaviour y/n??? user6 OMG!!! I love this❤️❤️ user7 the best couple ever and idek the guy😅😅 user9 y/n being sporty wasn't in my bingo card🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ user10 the golf date!!!❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 user11 I want to go to an art museum with my lover and imitate art like that😏😏 user12 this is so Carlos coded plus he's in the likes😣😣

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punchlineprincess I may have gone overboard for the premier at home🥲😅

y/bff/user I'M SCREAMING WHILE WATCHING IT🥹🥹 y/mum/user my baby❤️ carlossainz55 so proud of you ❤️Liked by Author user13 what does Carlos mean by that, like he knows her🙂👀 user14 the funniest shit i've watched in a while🤣🤣 user15 loved this so much!!!❤️🤣 user16 finally the real comedian that's getting the recognition she deserves😂😂

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punchlineprincess Sorry I'm not normal about my boyfriend winning his second race this season😭😭

carlossainz55 I think having you there was my lucky charm🍀❤️ punchlineprincess carlossainz55 aww!! but it was your big brain and hard work❤️❤️🥹 y/bff/user aww!! watching both my babies win respectively 😭😭Liked by carlossainz55 and punchlineprincess y/dad/user good job Carlos👍 Liked by carlossainz55 user12 I should've known after those dates🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ user20 seeing her hug his mom when he won was so cute😭😭 user21 the most unlikely couple🥹🥹 user22 I get it Carlos, I get it😍😍 user23 Vamos Carlos!!👍👍 user24 I want a full timeline how everything went down😩 user25 I'm so happy I got to witness this race😭😭 user26 she was so sweet to all the fans and even took pictures with us!!😭🥹

After the race win celebrations on the podium and the team, after the interviews when I finally got him all to myself; "I'm so proud of you baby" I whispered as I pressed a kiss on his lips. "I'm so happy you got to see me win" Carlos mumbled not letting go. "I can't believe instead of watching you on TV I got to watch you in real life" I said pulling away. "I don't know why you lied to me when we met" Carlos laughed. "Well I couldn't tell you I'm @ carloslover on Instagram and Twitter and I've been in love with you since you debuted" I laughed. "I think I wouldn't have paid much attention since you're so pretty" Carlos smiled running his hands down my sides to rest on my waist. "Well I'm a Carlos lover and I am Carlos's lover. It's a win win" I smiled, "You and I both, princessa, you and I both" Carlos captured my lips in another, yet steamy kiss pulling me closer so my body was touching his, "You are all sticky and smell of champagne", I mumbled against his lips trying to pull away but Carlos pulled me closer, "No" he muttered and continued kissing me. He walked back to sit on the couch pulling me down with him, straddling his lap. He pulled me closer, our bodies touching, his hands roaming mine before they found home on my ass. We pulled away slightly breathless but Carlos than started his assault on my neck, sucking on my sweet spot near my collar bone while pushing me down on his lap. I could feel him grow under me. I pushed him away, "Nope" I said firmly. "No?" he asked cocking his head to the right with his big brown puppy eyes, "We're not doing it here. Let's get back to the hotel, maybe after you smell a little less like alcohol, I'll think about it" I said getting up. "Y/N" he whined holding my hands as I stood in front of him. "Not even for today's race winner" he pouted. "No. Baby, this is your work place. I will do anything and everything you want but out of the paddock" I said. "The car?" Carlos perked up. "Carlos, darling, we'll be on the headline tomorrow reading Carlos Sainz Jr knows how to celebrate his win in Mexico with girlfriend in his black Ferrari" I said. "Fine, Let's go back soon. I can't wait" he humphed before going to change out of his race suit. "I love you" I called out. "También te amo" he called back.

[cupidssorbet]

"What a cowboy.”

Cowboy/Vaquero Miguel x Ranch-Hand? Reader.(Beautiful art above is by Katromz on tiktok and insta!)

Summary: Miguel ends up trying to befriend his longtime friend and employers niece however maybe befriend isn't quite the word.

Includes: AFAB reader but no specified pronouns/race/looks nothing, flirting/teasing, Nicerish AU Miguel, caught masturbating, Oral M & F, recieving praise, mentions of the word 'cunt/pussy', P in V, as well as not much use of name more nicknames.

P.S Vaquero and Cowboy are the same words for those who don't know, a friend requested this so I delivered! Please pardon any terribly translated Spanish I am still learning and had only few help from a friend of mine! This was a request so thank you to my friend!

Word count: 7766.(it's a long one babes.)

By cupid.

Begin.

You’d been sent out for the summer to help your uncle at his ranch, you didn’t mind too much it’d be giving you more to do than usual. He was happy to have you since most his ranch-hands called out or would be busy trying to fill in the empty spots left by others. So when he heard his favorite niece would be dropping in to help out he was more than delighted.

It was a long, long car ride to his ranch and by the time you had arrived the sun was high in the sky and it was sweltering. You hopped out of your dad’s truck with a smile on your face, your cousin’s Poppy & Nana coming to greet you with enthusiasm, quickly taking your bags. “Look at you two, it feels like it’s been forever since we’ve hung out together!” You say as you nudge Nana’s arm, she laughs a bit as the three of you trudge up the dirt driveway up to the main house.

Poppy opens the door for you as soon as you head inside you hear a squeal from your Aunt Maria, who immediately runs over to scoop you up into a hug. “Sweetheart it has been too long!” She says excitedly as she practically squeezes the air outta you. “I missed ya too aunty but please..please let me go I can’t breathe-!” You manage out as she lets you go, “Oh my! Sorry ‘bout that sugar! It’s just been so long!” She says pinching your cheek a little. “Now, Girls go show her to her room alright? Get all cozy, Jack said he wasn’t gonna have you start work till tomorrow when he can give you the lowdown of everythin’ new.” She said shooing you three up the stairs.

You followed the girls up the stairs as they talked away, you weren’t really invested in the conversation as you looked at all the old pictures that were hung up on the walls. All those old memories made you smile, you were out of it until Poppy pulled you back into reality with a tug on the arm, albeit a hard tug, “You alright there?” She asked, raising a brow at you as nana opened the door to the room, you blinked and flashed her a smile. “Yeah just got a little out of it, this heat whew it is-” “Why don’t we head to the lake!” Nana says with a bright smile as she sets your bags on your bed, cutting you off.

“Oh I don’t know what if your dad needs me here or help with anything I’m not just here to leisure about.” You say as they both sigh dramatically, “C’mon you heard mama, papa’s not gonna need you till tomorrow!” Poppy says crossing her arms, eventually you sigh giving into them and their antics. Excitedly they leave you to get ready telling you to meet them downstairs when done. Once you are ready to go with a little bag that has sunscreen and such inside you hurry downstairs the two girls waiting for you.

You can’t help but grin with their contagious smiles, “Ma! We’re heading to the lake!” Nana calls out to her, “Be safe girls! Be back by sundown too ya hear?” She calls from the kitchen and you all respond with unanimous ‘Yes ma’am!’ before hurrying out the door giggling like a bunch of school girls as you anticipate the cool water of the lake.

It was a bit of a trek until you reached it, shoving branches aside and walking through bushes hoping none of them were poison ivy or poison at all. Once nana pushed a thick willow branch aside you sighed happily, the blue water shining under the high sun. The three of you quickly hurried to the shore finding a nice spot to lay your things.

As you and nana carefully laid things out poppy quickly ditched her shorts she wore over her swimsuit bottoms and ran into the cool water with a loud cheer. She then decided to splash the two of you, causing you to get a cheeky grin. “Oh that’s how it’s gonna be huh?” You asked playfully as you ditched your own shoes and bottoms before running into the water yourself.

The cool embrace of the lake on your warm skin made you feel completely relaxed, until you remembered your motive to run in here in the first place. The time at the lake started with games and running off the rock ledge that overlooked the lake to jump in. Splashing one another or Watching as someone did something dumb for what felt like the 100th time in those hours.

By the time the sun started to settle down in the sky you were resting on your towel as the girls continued to play in the waters. Drifting off into your own daydreams, sunglasses shielding your eyes from the fleeting rays, until you were startled awake by squeal. You assumed something had happened, so you quickly sat up pushing your sunglasses to sit on your head. “What? What happened?” you asked worried, until you saw them giggling over something or more rather..someone.

You let a slight huff at the fact they had you all worried for nothing, you however curiously followed their eyes. Wondering what could’ve caused them to squeal to begin with. Down a good way from your spots on the bank was a man, a rather handsome man you had to admit. Poppy however caught your staring and with a cheeky smile sat beside you, “Ooo! Do I sense a crush perhaps?” She said with a shit eating grin.

Waving her off you stopped staring at the mystery man, “Oh please, You think everything is a crush or love related.” you said, trying to dismiss her packing your stuff away as the sun started to set. Nana was quick to hurry outta the water spotting you and your packing, quickly just tossing her stuff in her bag as you & poppy shook your heads at her mess of a bag now.

All of you hurried back dodging branches and plants until you were on an open stretch the house coming into view, “So..” you started, earning their attention again. “Who was that guy?” you asked, keeping your gaze ahead. You heard the stifled giggles and such from them before nana caught up to you, “He is papa’s right hand man, quite the looker isn’t he?” she teased with a smile. “I suppose,” you said as you walked up the porch steps hearing their squeals and giggles. “But don’t go tellin’ anyone, I barely know that man.” you said sternly pointing at the two of them and they quickly stopped their giggling nodding as you headed inside.

Heading inside your aunt had prepared some dinner for when everyone got back, and as hungry as you were you decided to go and get a shower. Not before your uncle was quick to scoop you up in a hug much to your protest before you fake made a disgusted face before he ruffled up your hair as you headed up the stairs getting a warm shower and some dryer clothes.

After dinner and what not you were sitting upstairs with Poppy & Nana and one or two of the herding dogs, flicking through movies trying to find something to watch. Seeing as none of you could agree on anything it eventually came down to just getting some sleep, the hours at the lake tiring you out and your aunt & uncle calling out a goodnight to you three had reminded you that you’d be out helping in the morning so sleep was a good option.

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The birds started chirping and the sun began to peek through the blinds, once it hit your eyes you groaned and began to open your eyes with a squint bringing a hand up to block the bright rays from practically blinding you. Sitting up blinking the sleep from your eyes you took note that it was just you and nana in the room, nana being fast asleep still.

You decided it’d be a good time to wake up and get ready so you could start helping your uncle out, you quickly brushed your hair to look less like you just got up and then you grabbed an outfit from your suitcase that would best suit the chores you’d be doing and the hot summer heat. You quickly made your way downstairs some of the dogs following you, “Mornin’ Sugar!” Aunt Maria called to her as she flipped some pancakes. “Morning Aunt Maria, Where’d poppy run off to?” you asked, snatching up a piece of bacon from the plate on the counter sharing some with the dogs.

“Oh she ran into town to fetch some more seeds for the garden, Jack told me we had extras but I know we didn’t, speakin’ of which since your most likely heading out that way mind giving those breakfast burritos on the counter the boys.” She asked using her spatula to motion to the cloth covered basket. You nodded, finishing the bacon off and grabbing the basket heading out the back door and off the porch to the main farm area and barn.

It wasn’t a long walk by any means, just one that felt long with how the sun sat so high and beating down on you, you spotted your uncle's truck out front of the barn. All the workers either sitting in the bed of the truck or leaning against it, you hurried over with a smile on your face as your uncle spotted you tipping his hat back slightly, a smile coming to his face.

“Hey there sweetheart, whatcha got?” he asked as he got up off the side of the truck walking over. “Aunty asked me to bring these breakfast burritos for you boys.” you said and they all hooted and hollered hurrying off the truck to grab one for themselves making you just laugh and shake your head. “Thank you for that darlin’ , right you all know my niece don’t you?” He asked, raising a brow as a few murmured yes’s and no’s were heard.

“Well you do now,” he said as he motioned to you, moving aside as you gave them all a wave of ‘hello’ then you spotted him, the man from the lake the other day. You didn’t realize you were staring until he made eye contact with you. A rather cheeky smile gracing his lips.

Once they were all done with their burritos the real work began. “Alright, Think you can work on feedin’ all the animals first then we can start on herdin’ the pasture ones back alright?” Your uncle asked and you nodded, “I’m on it!” you said with a smile. “How bout I send someone with ya, we’ve got a few new ones that might need some introduction, How about..Miguel!” your uncle said, clapping his hands together.

You were picking up one of the feed bags off the truck bed when a rather tall and muscular man walked up with a slight smile on his face, “Looks like I’m helpin’ you today sweetheart.” Miguel said, and oh god Miguel was the man from the lake. This realization almost had you dropping the feed bag before you quickly readjusted your hold on the bag. He only chuckled, slightly tilting his head and the brim of his hat up, giving you an even better look at his face, “Come on don’t go fallin’ for me already.' ' he teased at you.

Huffing you adjusted your grip on the bag turning on your heel with a little scoff, “You wish, I would never I barely know you.” You said as you began walking, utter bullshit, you couldn’t lie that his face, his eyes, his damn voice had you enthralled. He only let out a hearty chuckle following you carrying a bag or two of his own, “Then why not get to know me?” He suggested, shaking his head as you sped up your walking speed.

When you finally reached the animals you breathed a sigh of relief, quickly hurrying over to say ‘hello’ to all of them forgetting about Miguel following after you, he stood off to the side as he opened some of the bags watching as you excitedly said ‘hello’ to the ones you knew, all calling them by name then excitedly gasping at the ones you didn't know.

He had to admit he found it amusing, cute even at the way you greeted them all. He had to, he just had to, he cleared his throat which brought you back to your little situation causing you to huff almost and it only made him chuckle as he pushed a feed bag, ready and open your way. You grabbed the bag, opened the pen door and made your way inside without him, starting to fill up all the feeding spots walking about.

Miguel thought this would be a good time to start a conversation, “So, Why do ya keep ignoring me?” he asked and you just hummed in response, “I’m not.” You denied, “Ah-Ah just now you almost did.” He said looking at you, that stupid look on his face had you smiling slightly and rolling your eyes. Trying to look away before he caught it, but oh he caught it. “Hey! I saw that, I made a breakthrough!” He says motioning around to a nonexistent crowd almost proud of himself causing you to shake your head with a slight smile.

You two finished up the feeding chores with relative ease, the tension simply melting away as you two actually got to talking with one another actually getting to know more like he suggested, then you started saddling up some of the horses so they could head out to check for any lost or still loose cattle or sheep. You finished tightening one of the straps, patting the nose of the horse, a smile on your face when it responded with a big sloppy lick to your hand. “Alright, Are we ready to get a move on?” he asked as he took the reins from your hand. “Yep, All saddled up.” you said with a little salute.

“Thank you sugar, how bout you go feed the calves while we’re gone if you're up for it?” your uncle asked, hoping on the horse. “I can’t say no to feeding the calves,” you said with a smile. With a few waves and goodbyes you went off in search of the bottles that had the formula for the calves that were rescued and didn’t exactly take to any cow the ranch had. You grabbed the bucket of bottles and took a seat in the stable stall with one of the babies. Taking the bottle out, the little thing came running and it made you laugh.

You held the bottle up for it and at first it went well until it didn’t somehow, something had gotten on the shirt underneath your overalls and that was not sitting well on your skin with heat in the air. So you thought, hey they wouldn’t be back for maybe an hour or two at most so you unclipped the clips of your overalls and took the shirt off letting it rest on the table that had all the tools and such then you clipped your overalls back up and when right back to taking care of the calves.

To you only 30 maybe 40 minutes had gone by so you still weren’t too worried about putting that shirt back on or heading back to the house as you happily wandered the stable saying ‘hello’ to the horses that stayed behind. Blissfully unaware that Miguel had headed back to grab the hat he had forgotten, quickly making his way inside of the stable. Stopping his tracks quietly when he spotted you petting one of the horses and it seemed innocent enough until his eyes seemed to wander lower..to the point where he noticed you were not wearing a shirt under your overalls. And not wanting to make you uncomfortable or wanting to make anything else happen he just gave up grabbing his hat and left as quietly as possible.

When you had assumed they’d be coming back you went and got the shirt off the workbench and put it back on quickly as the cowboys came into view. You put on a smile and looked ahead as they made their way over and started hopping their horses all saying their ‘hellos’ and such but Miguel just completely ignored you, was he not going on about you ignoring despite barely knowing him earlier? What a hypocrite.

You just shrugged it off, what would it matter really, you said a quick ‘hello’ to your uncle as you checked the time, you had promised you’d spend the last few hours before the sun actually set at the lake with the girls and you had to depart to get ready. Simply brushing off Miguel ignoring you, you went back to the main house to change and once you were done you headed off however little did you know you’d spend your time alone at the lake..well for a little bit at least.

You relaxed on the bank for a little bit taking in the sun's rays after applying sunscreen of course, waiting thinking maybe they’d got busy or something. So you went from enjoying the water to resting on the shore to reading the book you brought until you exhaled a bit annoyed. You got up, gathered your things, slipped your shorts back on and made your way back to the main house in a slight huff.

When you opened the door your aunt seemed to pick up on your bad mood, “What’s the matter pumpkin?” she asked as she dried her hands with the towel. “The girls told me to meet them at the lake and then they just didn’t come!” you said with arm motions. She seemed to shake her head and sigh, “Well if your looking to pick a bone with them they might’ve gone down to the guest house to deliver the fruit like I asked, the one where the cowboys are stayin’.” She said, giving you a little nod. You thanked her begrudgingly before starting your way to the guest house, saying hello to the cowboys you saw as you headed by whether they were lugging hay or simply just passing by.

You got to the guest house and opened the front door, it was rather empty, and you didn’t hear any giggling, not even a hint of your cousin’s voices, you raised your brow carefully making your way down the hallway. You continued until you saw a door slightly creaked open, you neared it hoping maybe your cousin’s were just fooling around here and that you could drag them back. But that idea quickly evaporated as you neared closer you heard..grunts? At first you thought it was one of pain but when you got a view of what was behind the just barely opened door you quickly realized it was not one of pain rather of pleasure.

There Miguel laid on presumably his bed, legs spread slightly, cowboy hat resting lazily over his head, pants just barely down his thighs as his head moved up his hard erection..precum leaking from the red angry tip. You couldn’t help but stare, biting back the gasps with a hand over your mouth. His teeth sucking his bottom lip back slightly exposing his sharp canines that had you feeling some kind of way, but oh boy it just got better as soon as you mindlessly dropped your hand from your mouth he muttered out your name, “Dios... Ni siquiera sé cómo me hiciste esto..(God... I don't even know how you did this to me.)” He murmured out in Spanish as he hissed when he glided his thumb over the leaking slit.

Miguel was lost in his own thoughts, his mind flitting back to when he saw you in the stable in nothing but your shoes and overalls. He groaned out as he moved his hand up, he knew it was wrong and dirty not just for the fact that he was just getting to know you but the fact he wished it was your hands and not his then he was snapped back to reality by a noise..

You gasped and your gasp got his attention causing you to quickly hide behind the wall before he could spot you, when you heard him moving off the bed you were quick to run as quietly down the hallway. Your feet carried you quickly as you hurried out of the guest house not wanting to get caught in the slightest.

Your heart felt like it was in your ears, your cheeks felt hot, hell your whole body felt hot. You hurried quick and fast to the main house, your feet just carrying you inside as you gave a quick ‘hello’ to your Aunt before going to your room flopping onto your bed. Burying your head into your pillow and just screaming muffling it.

God..he was thinking about YOU? That had your heart feeling like it was going to burst out of your chest, you rolled onto your back as you stared at the ceiling that moment replaying in your head causing you to subconsciously rub your thighs together before you brought your hands up to smack your cheeks, mentally cursing yourself for feeling this way.

Huffing you sat up on the bed grabbing your journal you brought with you, “God..Was he really thinking about me? But why,” you murmured as you flipped out the journal trying to write it out of your mind at least so you could push it off and act as if normal. By the time you finished you were called down for dinner and you just inhaled and exhaled pushing it to the back of your mind shoving the Journal under your pillow and heading down.

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By the time dinner was done you and poppy were helping with the dishes as a few of the cowboys stopped by to drop off some stuff and there he was again, you quickly looked away as he spotted you offering you a sweet smile and tilt of his hat. You only just ignored him continuing your conversation with poppy and working on the dishes.

When you finished you quickly dried your hands not wanting to stick around for very long you couldn’t even fathom why seeing him again got you so much more worked up than it should. “I’m headin’ to bed really tired, Night everyone!” you called quickly as you hurried up the stairs to your bedroom causing Miguel and a few others to raise a brow before just brushing it off to turn to their own things.

You inhaled sharply and exhaled laying onto your bed, your hands traveling gingerly down your stomach to the hem of your pj shorts. Your fingers slipping past the hem of the shorts to your panty clad cunt, exhaling slightly as your fingers brushed over your cunt that slight pressure you added caused your body to melt slightly into your pillows. Your mind clouding with thoughts of him, before the sound of someone coming upstairs snapped you back to reality.

You quickly pulled away from your shorts and grabbed a random book from the nightstand to act as if you were reading. Poppy and Nana came bursting in with a movie for the three of you to watch and you all but sighed happily as it was something to completely take your mind off it.

The movie was put in and the lights were turned off getting all cozy in your beds and watching the movie until you all but fell asleep..

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For the next few days you did your best to keep your distance from Miguel but your hard-headedness to stay away from him only had him more intrigued and always earned a laugh from him because you always denied his questions whenever he asked one and you denied his help just to make it easier, but it seemed to fail every now and again considering your help to your uncle’s work and with him always having the cowboys with him you only ever saw him everyday..

The next morning came and you decided you’d just avoid Miguel completely and only interact if you just HAD to interact with him thinking that it would be best especially because of the way you made him feel and with the way he had you feeling even if you were just getting to know him better.

Today you dawned a nice summer dress as you were going to help your Aunt in the garden to keep a distance between you and him. You put on a sun hat and followed your Aunt out to the garden to work on the precious marigolds she had planted that were getting swallowed by the pesky weeds.

Dropping down onto your knees and getting to work right away you heard a clatter of tools causing your head to whip around to where it came from, and god fucking dammit you swore nothing was on your side this week, it was miguel, tool belt beside him and a few fence posts as he shot you an apologetic smile. “Sorry bout’ that didn’t mean to startle you act like I’m not here.” you only hummed in response, turning your attention back to the flowers.

Digging into the dirt yanking weed after weed out as the sun began to rise high into the sky above, causing you to start to sweat under the hot rays. You huffed sitting back on your heels as you dusted your hands off of dirt with the exception of some stuck under your nails. Miguel heard your little huff and his eyes happened to wander your way, gazing unapologetically up your figure, your flushed face and slightly pouted lips catching his attention.

He cleared his throat slightly, turning his attention back to the fence, “You doin’ alright Miss?” he asked, tipping his hat back slightly. You just hummed in response earning a small frown from him, “What?” you asked, raising a brow. “How come you keep ignorin’ me, I thought we were making progress?” he said as he looked at you.

“Well, You started it when you came back from the stable that day and completely ignored me.” you shot back as you crossed your arms, “I did not I was just busy,” he said more matter of factly. The way he seemed so hurt by your antics had you feeling bad almost, you eventually sighed dropping your arms to your side. “Alright fine I have been but I ain’t telling you why, BUT I will make a better effort to stop ignoring you I suppose.” You said and you watched as his face brightened slightly.

“Well I think I’d be the happiest cowboy around,” He said with that stupid smile, “You're so weird.” You stated, shaking your head and turning your attention back to the weeds. He only laughed and went right back to his job, that’s what sparked the two of you talking again, you knew deep down you weren’t gonna be able to ignore him even if you tried because that really only made things awkward so you decided it would be best to try and be his friend.

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That is how you spent some of your days, getting to know him and then spilling your feelings to your little diary and then going right back at being friendly, well one fateful day you made the mistake of leaving your diary not entirely under your pillow.

You were helping Miguel lug some hay to the truck and you exhaled, noticing the way your skin was getting a little red, “Damn, Hey Miguel could you go to my room and grab my sunscreen for me? I’ll finish loading up the hay if you do.” You said giving him a little smile and he sighed with a laugh. “Alright alright I’ll go fetch it, Where would I find it?” He asked stopping in his tracks.

“On the nightstand!” You called back as you grabbed another bale, he nodded giving you a little salute before setting off. He headed inside offering a polite ‘hello’ to your aunt before going upstairs finding your room and heading inside. Originally he was just here to grab the sunscreen and go but a little book peeking out from behind your pillow had him curious.

He stopped for a moment before he eventually caved and carefully picked it up in his hands, just a peek, it wouldn’t hurt really. Just a peek turned into reading some pages and skipping others, that was until he stumbled upon some of the more..explicit pages and they seemed to be about him. God he felt his pride swell, the way you thought about him and looked at him.

“Well damn little lady..” Miguel murmured with a slight smile on his face before he shut the journal, having now learned about your developing crush on him and the way you thought about him. He grabbed the sunscreen and headed back down and out with a curt tip of his hat.

You noticed when he was walking back he had a little beat to his steps causing you to smile and raise a brow as you took the sunscreen from him. “What’s got you so happy go lucky?” you asked as you applied some on your face and arms and he just hummed in response. “Eh no particular thing, can’t a man just be happy hm?” He teased you and you playfully swatted at his arm. Once you were all good with the sunscreen you two got back to work, all the moving and feeding and more moving of stuff had you both out till the sun was settling near the mountain tops.

“Hm, Looks like we should start headin’ back Miguel.” You said looking at the way the sun was settling, “Ah right, can’t believe the day slipped away from us that damn quick.” He said as he adjusted his hat to sit back on his head slightly, you couldn’t help but admire his features slightly before snapping yourself out of it. “Miguel, I was wondering if you, I mean if you and any of the cowboys would like to come down to the main house for a lunch of sorts,” Miguel smiled coyly at your little invitation, “Oh? You're inviting little ol’ me huh?” he said his smile went from coy to smug and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“You wish, I’m doing it as a request from my aunt.” You said lying through your teeth, no you were wholeheartedly inviting Miguel, using your aunt as an excuse so he didn’t see right through you. However that was long gone really, he already saw right through you, you and your dirty little thoughts with the way you looked at him and what he learned from your diary. He dramatically put a hand over his heart, “I am truly honored sugar,” he joked causing you to roll your eyes again starting your way back to the main house.

His smile never leaving his face,”See ya tomorrow sweetheart,” he laughed as you turned away from him quickly heading back to the main house to wash up for dinner, he knew damn well what he was going to do tomorrow to get you alone and he couldn’t wait.

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He spent his day counting down the minutes till he could meet you for lunch well you and your family really, when he saw how the time neared closer he had gone back to the guest house to freshen up opting for a nicely pressed shirt, one of his nice belts, and some jeans that he knew you thought looked damn good on him. Grabbing his hat swiftly and the sunflowers he got just for today.

Making sure he didn’t look too eager he toned down his steps and his excitement, knocking on the front door adjusting his grip on the flowers. He heard you call out ‘I got it!’ before your footsteps followed, opening the door you were the picture of summer. Wearing a nice little sundress, hair more loose and free, and a smile creeping its way onto your face. “Howdy little miss.” He said his southern drawl coming out more has he held the flowers out to you.

You accepted them gratefully, “Miguel you really didn’t have to-” “I wanted to sugar, there’s a difference.” He hummed as he walked inside with you greeting your aunt and uncle with his usual polite demeanor and then greeting your cousins with that smile of his. You couldn’t help but grin, going and finding a vase for the flowers. “He’s a real nice boy ain’t he?” your aunt asked, having noticed your grin.

Still subconsciously smiling as you filled the vase with water you shrugged, “Yeah I suppose he is.” She just laughed a bit as she brought the food and drinks to the table with you following behind her setting the beautiful sunflowers as the centerpiece. Calling everyone to the table for lunch, you settled into your seat, Miguel sitting in the seat beside you which was across from your uncle so they could continue whatever conversation they were having.

You all served yourselves and then conversations began, it felt like most lunches with the addition of Miguel, little did you know what he was planning. He knew how the herding dogs were so when your aunt went to grab the pitcher of juice he sneakily tossed a piece of food underneath the table causing all of them to make a run for the food bumping your aunt’s chair, the pitcher of juice ended up splashing all over your sundress causing you to squeal and jump up.

You quickly excused yourself to hurry up stairs to remove the splotches of color that had begun to seep into the fabric more and more. Miguel excused himself as well, saying he had a call to take and it was rather important. Your family thought nothing of it, just hoping you’d be alright. He headed up the stairs with ease as he heard the sink start to run. Inside you had grabbed a cloth and began to rub at the stains without much thought.

Then a knock sounded and you sighed thinking it was your Aunt or cousins you opened it, it was Miguel. “Ah- I’m sorry I’m tryin’ to-” Miguel cut you off, “Don’t worry sweetheart, I know how to get pesky stains out especially ones that ruin such a nice dress.” You blinked the nickname felt less innocent for some reason especially with the way he was looking at you.

You cleared your throat allowing him to come in and shut the door as he kneeled down digging through the cabinets, “Ah here we are,” He said holding some bleach, “This oughta help somewhat.” He hummed as he dabbed a cloth with some leaning forward looking at you for your permission. You nodded slowly and he brought the cloth to one of the stains, wiping gently. His touch so gentle and soft had your stomach erupting in butterflies.

You felt your arousal grow slightly from his little touches and ministrations and the way he always looked to you with those eyes as a way of asking. You couldn’t help but stare at him, analyzing his features and then a chuckle erupted from his chest causing you to snap back to the situation. “Darlin’ If you keep staring at me that way I might just have to do what your little diary says.” the mention of your diary as your cheeks flushing red and your heart speeding up more than it was before. “I beg your pardon?” was all you could manage out.

He chuckled, setting the cloth aside and moving closer, “I didn’t wanna tell you this sugar but I’ve read your little journal and all the thoughts you think bout me.” He whispered softly against your ear causing you to shudder slightly. “Miguel I can explain-” You started, “Shh, Shh no need sweetheart, I know exactly what you need.” He said softly as he leaned closer, his lips hovering just away from yours. “Question is, do you really want this?” He asked wanting to really make sure this wasn’t some wet dream or that it wasn’t you who felt this way. You swallowed hard as you exhaled shakily, nodding, “Words sugar.” He said softly against your lips. “Yes Miguel, Please.” You pleaded slightly and he chuckled, shaking his head. “Goodness little miss your going to be the death of me.” He teased before your lips met.

It started out soft and sweet then grew into something more passionate and rough as his hands rested on your hips, his thumbs tracing patterns on the cloth that covered them. You pulled away for air, your breathing coming out in small pants and huffs. “Look at you..Kiss bitten lips all needy for me.” Miguel said with a slight smug smirk, “I’m not needy.” You shot back at him with a small huff.

His hand went from your hips to your thigh working up to your panty covered clit, a gasp eliciting from your throat. “Not so needy huh?” he teases as he rubs a thumb over your covered clit groaning at the way your arousal has made your panties wet. “Not-Not needy at all,” You managed out as a whine followed your words when his hand moved away.

“Then maybe I shouldn’t,” He started before you sighed, “Please Miguel..” You murmured, earning a smile from him, “Please what?” he said, pushing you on. “I need you.” you whined out earning a satisfactory chuckle, his hands found your waist and he hoisted you up to sit on the counters of the bathroom. His lips immediately find your inner thigh, sucking marks into the soft skin.

His hands wander as you let out small gasps and cries trying to be quiet, as you beg for him, as you beg TO him. God he never really thought his little idea would work but here he was buried in between your thighs, what a dream. His lips inched closer and closer to where you wanted him, he gently pulled your panties down and off. Then he licked a slow stripe up your folds eliciting a moan from you causing you to cover your mouth.

You could practically feel the smile he had on his face, he began eating you out like you were the last meal he’d ever eat. His tongue working your leaking hole then focusing directly on your clit. Humming gently when his lips wrapped around the sensitive bud causing a guttural noise to slip past your hand. His pace is unforgivable with the way he’s eating you.

He acts like he's a starved man eating the most delicious food alive and he just can’t stop, one hand keeping your thighs apart and the other massaging the soft supple skin. The way he alternates between tongue fucking you then sucking at your clit has your head in the cloud feeling like your on cloud nine.

Without warning he shoves two fingers in causing you to gasp at the surprise feeling, his fingers working slowly but surely in a soft pace to give you time until you're practically begging for more and he gives you more. His fingers curl in the right spots as he pumps his fingers in and out of you sloppily kissing and licking at your clit.

All the stimulation has your head reeling as a knot forms in your stomach, he doesn’t stop, he makes direct eye contact with you with that smug smile on his face as the knot snaps. Your velvety walls spasming around his fingers as you orgasm, your eyes shut tight as he laps up all of it slowly letting you down from your high as you exhale sharply when he removes his fingers.

His hands come to make quick work of his belt and jeans bringing his boxers and jeans just low enough for his painfully hard cock to spring out. You can’t help but stare as he works it slightly, your mouth practically hanging open at the sight of it, precum beading at the tip as he works it slightly lining his head up with your entrance.

He looks to you for another affirmation and you nod looking up at him with those pleading eyes again and he can’t say no to you. He nudges his head in before plunging in full force eliciting a loud moan from your lips and groans from his with how tight you are around him. “God..So tight, such a good girl I swear.” he murmurs as he begins thrusting into your cunt, the praise causing your pussy to flutter around him. He acknowledged this with a little smirk.

“You like that huh? You like being my good girl,” He huffs out earning a whine from you, he lands a small slap to your ass causing a yelp to fall from your lips. “I asked you a question.” He said gruffly his change in attitude had your stomach feeling butterflies. “Yes, Yes s’good Miguel!” You cried out as his pace became relentless. His smirk remained at the way you reacted to all of this. His hands have a grip on your hips that’ll most definitely bruise without a doubt.

His face finds itself in the crevice of your neck placing soft kisses and words of praise into your ear, your mind practically melts from all of this as he fucks you with such a pace, the sound of skin slapping and your muffled whines and cries becoming evident as he continues on. Your legs come to wrap around his back slightly as he pulls his face away to watch where you two connect. “Tan condenadamente apretada, tan buena para mí.(So damn tight, so good for me.)” He managed out as your walls fluttered around him, having a vice on his cock.

“That feel good? Hm?” he asked knowing damn well your practically fucked dumb at this point, nodding your eyes fluttering open as he comes to rhythmic pace that’s hitting all the right spots for you. He continues to praise you and kiss up your neck leaving marks occasionally just because he can. With the way your walls clench around him he can tell your close, his free hand comes down to rub circles on your clit making you gasp and your head loll back onto the mirror behind you.”So damn needy for me..Taking all you can get.” he chuckled out.

“I’m not needy,” you managed out best you could as you took his hat from him, He shook his head at your hard-headedness “Eres tan terco…(You are so stubborn..)” He huffed out with a chuckle, quickly taking his hat back from you as you shot him a mischievous smile even in your mind melted state. Rolling your hips eliciting a groan from the cowboy who tossed his head back, his hat covering his face.

He hums slightly, leaning down to plant kisses on your collarbone and shoulder, “That’s how you wanna play huh?” he murmurs into your skin, his pace picking up almost knocking the air out of you, the lewd noises that spill from your lips spur him on, and that familiar knot tightens in your stomach, then the coil snaps and your cunts warm walls restrict around him and he can’t help but groan before he quickly pulls out before he can cum. Causing a small whine from you at the loss of feeling full.

“You wanna play games then we can play games sugar.” He says as he brings you off the counter onto your knees, you swallow thickly as you gently kitten lick the tip of his cock, soft and slowly. Teasing him with it, earning low groans and even slight whines from him. You don’t get very far with your tricky endeavors before he bucks his hips slightly causing you to gag around it. “Sorry bout that darlin’ just can’t help myself.” he says with a slight smile.

You start a steady pace, your hands resting on his thighs as you bob your head back and forth, your nose touching the tip of his pelvis before you pull off of him just to tease him again. He groans out before laughing slightly, his hand coming to find itself behind your head. “God you are just a little tease ain’tcha.” he says before thrusting into your mouth, causing you to gag slightly and pat his thighs. Tears welling in your eyes.

“Shh shh, it’s alright just relax.” He says softly and you try to, finding a steady breathing pace through your nose and relaxing your throat slightly. He begins face fucking your practically, drool coming to spill from the side of your mouth and nose tickling his pelvis as the hums you produced in response to his praises elicited groans and huffs from him.

His pace was rhythmic until it became erratic, his breathing becoming more uneven, “Don’t think I’m gonna last any longer.” Miguel huffs out as his pace becomes more needy. You hum around him and he groans, begging you to do that again and you oblige, humming around his length gagging slightly. The sensations send him over the edge after a few more thrusts his cum spurts down your throat causing you to swallow out of reflex, he slowly pulls out a string of spit connecting him to your kiss bitten drool covered lips. God the sight of alone could have had him going again he leaned forward wiping a thumb over your lip to wipe the drool away as you swallowed.

He planted a small kiss on your temple, “You're just perfect darlin’.” He praises making you smile slightly as he helped you stand up, a hand resting on your hips. “Maybe we should head back down, Wouldn’t want your family to worry too much.” you hummed in response, “I’m gonna change first, you go on down.” you said softly planting a kiss to his cheek as you carefully exited the bathroom to go back to the room.

Could this be the start of something real with this cowboy?

Fin.

[bones4thecats]

Sleep Problems ~ Apollo x Reader

Type of Writing: Poll Result Characters: Apollo, Reader, & Asclepius Name: Sleep Problems Original Poll Links: One & Two

A/N: God this is the longest piece I have ever made! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this angst + comfort poll result!

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☀️ It was a long day.

☀️ You and Apollo were busy helping the different pantheons honoring the deaths of their fallen members, you both were extremely drained with helping out with the remembrance of Poseidon, Hades, and Heracles

☀️ Apollo was cleaning himself off from the day while you spent time with your son, Asclepius, who was rambling about the day he had with his uncle Shiva, his aunties, and his cousin, Ganesha

☀️ While you didn’t want to, leaving him with his aunts and uncle was the wise part, you knew bringing up Ragnarok around him would send the kid into a frenzy

☀️ He was around 5-years-old in God-years when his father took to the fields in Ragnarok

☀️ Asclepius was very clingy with his father after that, and Apollo could say the same exact thing about you and his son

☀️ You both mean the world to him, and having his son watch that kind of brutality made his stomach turn

☀️ Once you heard the water shut-off, your son buried himself underneath the sheets of you and your husband’s bed, giggling as the familiar footsteps approached the door and eventually bleed into the room

☀️ Apollo chuckled quietly and stood over your son’s form and tore the sheets off before lifting his son up by his foot and laughing as he blew raspberries on his stomach before holding him and telling him to tell you goodnight

☀️ You loved your husband and son to oblivion, but remembering how Asclepius had to watch his own father fight at such a young age made your heart ache

☀️ Hearing your door close made you look up and watch as your husband walked up to the bed and de-summon the letters you had to read from Zeus

☀️ Apollo sighed lovingly as you laid down next to him and allowed his arms to wrap around your smaller form from behind

“ My sunrise, I love you so much. “ “ And I love you, my love. “

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☀️ A soft creak could be heard as your door was opening, causing you and your husband to awake and look at the door, ready to attack if necessary

☀️ Your eyesight adjusted as the light of golden eyes burst through the darkness that surrounded your room

☀️ Apollo groaned as he sat up, asking the little boy what he was doing and why he wasn’t asleep

“ I had a bad dream… “

☀️ Anyone could hear how distraught and sad Asclepius sounded, and it made you guys look at each other and coax the young child into your bed and into your arms for comfort

☀️ When he settled in between you both, he started tearing up once asked what the dream was about

“ It- it was about you, daddy! You were fighting that big man, and- and you died… I was so scared, mommy was crying and screaming while uncle Shiva and my aunties held her back! Cousin Ganesha was holding me while covering my ears! I just wanted to make sure you were okay! “

☀️ Apollo looked at you and looked away in disgust, not with you or his son, but with himself, why did he have to let his son watch?! Why didn’t he have him stay with one of the nymphs at his estate?!

☀️ You reached up and cupped your husband’s cheek, your eyes looking into his, saying ‘it’s not your fault’

☀️ He sighed and hugged his son and you closely, saying the words he wished he had said after that fight oh so long ago

“ I’m sorry for allowing you to witness that ordeal, Asclepius. I should’ve had you stay with your nymph nanny here. But I promise you, do not fear that man, Leonidas. He was a great warrior, and he deserves to be looked upon with honor and respect, not fear. And your daddy won’t be leaving you anytime soon, I swear it. “

☀️ Asclepius smiled as he looked at you, knowing what you were gonna say, but he wanted to put on a bit of a show to make you smile, he was to much like his father

“ Can I stay here with you guys? Please?~ “

☀️ You chuckled as Apollo looked down and rubbed his head in a noogie before saying the words that made you laugh;

“ Of course you can, our Prince of the Sun! “

☀️ Asclepius smiled and tucked himself in between you and Apollo while your husband wrapped his arms around you and his son as you did the same

☀️ Apollo may still feel guilty as his son grows older, but with you by his side, and with his son’s undeniable love and devotion, he knew, he would get through it

[wheels-of-despair]

Can't Help Falling In Love Pairing: Michael (Hoard) x You Summary: You hit it off with someone else's date at a wedding. Contains: Instant attraction, horny thoughts, Elvis covers, ditched dates, and the beginning of a happily ever after. Words: 3.5k

Youths and ageless blogs, Do Not Interact. Writer WILL block you.

"Oh god, she's actually brought the bin man."

"Hm?" you hum, forcing your eyes to slide back into focus.

Charlie, your boyfriend of 3 months, has dragged you to a cousin's wedding. You're seated at a gaudy table in a venue that's probably bankrupted the bride's parents. You're bored, you're sick of smiling politely each time you're introduced to someone who won't even pretend they're attempting to learn your name, and you're seriously considering just walking out and catching a cab and blocking this guy's number. Why are you even here?

"My cousin Chloe," he says under his breath. "She's dating a dustbin man. Mum didn't think she'd be brave enough to actually bring him. But she's such a horrific bitch, perhaps the bin man is the only one who can stomach her. This should be fun. Hello, my darling cousin!" He stands and embraces her. Her date stands awkwardly at her side in an ill-fitting suit, looking almost as happy to be here as you are.

Polite introductions are made, and the couple joins you at your table.

"So Michael, what do you do for work?" Charlie asks. So much for subtlety. Chloe glares. Michael shifts uncomfortably.

"I'm a b--"

"He's a businessman," she cuts him off. Her date stares at the tacky centerpiece.

"Oh? What kind of business?" You wonder if your heel has the power to penetrate Charlie's fancy dress shoes and draw blood.

"Erm…" Michael bites his lip.

"Finance," she answers for him, giving her cousin a chilling glare before turning her icy eyes to you. "And you, dearie? What sort of business are you in?"

You hate these fucking people.

Before you can answer, someone makes a noisy entrance that draws everyone's attention.

"Oh, Aunt Margie's here, let's go say hi!" Chloe exclaims. She and Charlie get up and scurry away toward an old lady, leaving you and Michael at the table alone. After an awkward smile and a moment of silence, you have to break it.

"Been together long?" you ask.

"A few months," he mutters. "You?"

"Same," you answer.

Silence.

"Glad we weren't the last to arrive," Michael says. Good, he's feeling this silence too.

"I was worried about us being late too," you smile. "What's your excuse?"

"She couldn't decide which shoes to wear."

"That's probably a more socially acceptable reason than mine," you laugh. "Couldn't get my door to close."

Michael's brow furrows.

"It sticks sometimes, but today, it just would not close," you explain. "Charlie yanked and yanked and finally got it to shut. If I can't get back in, I'm gonna kick his ass."

"He hasn't tried to fix it for you?"

"Does he look like the rugged handy-man type to you?"

You and Michael both look toward your dates, who are giggling in a crowd of their finely dressed relatives in an attempt to secure their surely sizeable inheritance, then back to each other to share a smirk. He belongs here about as much as you do.

"Any idea what's causing it?" he asks.

"No," you answer. "I keep meaning to look closer, but every time I'm headed out, I'm usually in a hurry. And it works fine when I come home, so I say I'll do it tomorrow… and then forget about it until it sticks again."

"A vicious cycle," he smiles, warm and teasing. You laugh, feeling more relaxed now than you have all night. "I'd start by making sure the hinges and the strike plate are tight. Do you have a screwdriver?"

"The fuck do you know about home repair?" Chloe spits from behind him. The smile on his face fades, and his eyes drift down to the table. It's like she pressed a button and shut him down.

The cousins sit back down and talk loudly about their crazy aunt, but their words don't register. You can't take your eyes off of Michael. The look on his face makes your heart ache. How do you fix it?

"That's a really good idea, about the hinges and the strike plate," you tell him quietly. He looks up at you slowly, caution shining in his big brown eyes. "I'll check those out as soon as I get home. Thank you."

He gives you a tiny smile. You want to crush him in a hug.

Wait, what?

"What are you talking about?" Charlie asks.

"My door," you answer shortly, finally breaking eye contact with Michael to survey the room full of people you don't know.

"And Michael the businessman knows how to fix it?" Charlie asks smugly. Michael's face flushes red, his eyes downcast once again. Chloe glares at her cousin.

"He had a helpful suggestion, which is more than I can say for Mr. I Don't Know, Call A Professional," you quip.

That shuts him up.

"Would every one take their seats, please, so the ceremony can begin!" someone yells from the other side of the room.

Everyone returns to their seats and quiets down, and the ceremony begins. A song plays on an organ, a bride is walked down an aisle in the distance, old ladies dab at their eyes… probably. Your attention is on the bead of sweat rolling down Michael's thick neck.

What if you just leaned over and licked it away?

He looks over at you, as if he knows what you're thinking, and smiles. Now it's your turn to blush. You force your eyes in whatever direction you imagine the vows are being exchanged and hope he hasn't actually read your mind. What the fuck is wrong with you?

When the ceremony is over, everyone stands as the bride and groom leave the room together. Sweat still drips down Michael's neck. The collar of that stiff suit must be drenched.

"Charlie! Chloe!" someone shouts from across the room, snapping you out of it.

The cousins get up without a word, leaving you alone with Michael again. Normally you'd be offended by their rudeness, but right now, you don't mind at all.

"I'm sorry about him," you say quietly. "And her too, now that I think about it."

"S'alright," he mumbles.

"It's not," you argue. "They're both being dicks. And to the only person I even like at this stupid thing."

He smiles, showing off his dimples. Adorable.

"Fuck, it's hot in here," he complains, pulling at his collar.

"Want to go outside for a bit?" you ask.

He looks toward the cousins, who are laughing with a crowd of people you have no interest in meeting.

"I think they've already forgotten we're here," you laugh.

"Let's go, then," he grins.

You grab your purse and follow him out of the crowded building, staying close as you dart past all the mingling friends and relatives, until you reach a shady spot on the backside of the building.

"Thought I was going to die in there," he pants, fighting with his tie. "How do you get this stupid thing…"

"May I?" you ask. He nods. You step closer and begin untying his tie. You can feel the heat radiating off of him. He's pulled it tight, making it harder to get undone, but you don't mind taking your time. "There we go," you say softly, letting it hang loose. He reaches for the top button and struggles in his hurry to get it open. Your hands rise to his collar once more, moving his fumbling fingers aside and quickly unbuttoning several buttons to reveal a simple chain necklace and a smattering of freckles. He gasps for air dramatically.

"Better?" you ask, reluctantly dropping your hands back to your sides.

"My hero," he grins, glistening in the light of the setting sun.

God, what is this fucker doing to you?

The band starts warming up inside, and you both instinctively glance in the direction you came from.

"Should we go back?" he asks, suddenly nervous. "She's going to kill me for soaking this suit."

"What if we don't?" you ask.

His eyes flick to yours, and your heart stops. Why did you say that? He's literally on a date with with someone else! So are you!

"What if we don't?" he repeats slowly.

You stare at each other. Those big brown eyes have a hold on you. You feel like you're falling into them. Like Alice down the rabbit-hole. The smell of him swirls through your brain like a fog; he's sweaty, but not in an unpleasant way. It mixes with whatever cheap cologne he's splashed on to make something unmistakably male. It's intoxicating. You don't realize you're actually moving closer together until your lips meet his. They're so soft. They work with yours, not against them, in a dance that weakens your knees and makes your heart flutter.

A shrill laugh nearby brings you back to reality. You're suddenly aware that you're pressed together, arms wrapped around each other. You take a step back and glance around nervously, wondering if you were seen. You can hear other people talking around the corner, and smell the pungent flowers growing on the walkway nearby. The band is playing something vaguely familiar. You listen closer, and recognition dawns on both of your faces at the same time: "Can't Help Falling In Love" by Elvis Presley.

Without a word, Michael reaches for your hand. You slowly take it, and place your other hand on his shoulder; his comes to rest in the small of your back. You begin to sway with the song, just the tiniest bit, never taking your eyes off of his. It feels like you're moving in slow motion. There's something about the intensity of his gaze that makes you forget everything else. There is only Michael.

And his rock-hard erection that you just brushed against.

"Fuck," he groans and backs away, "I'm sorry."

Your eyes glance downward to the python he's trying to conceal, then back to his eyes.

"You want to get out of here?" you ask.

He stares at you for a few seconds, eyes wide and fearful. Did you blow it? Of course you blew it, you both came here with other people. They may be dicks, and you've been thinking about breaking up with him for weeks anyway, but…

"You're serious?"

Fuck it. You nod. So does he. And then you both laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

"I, er… I rode here with her," he mumbles, chewing on his lip.

A wicked thought occurs to you, and you dig in your purse and pull out a valet ticket.

"Guess who shoved his valet ticket in my face while he was ogling a pretty blonde he's probably related to?"

"He did not," Michael says, taking offense on your behalf.

"It's alright," you smile. "It all worked out in the end."

Michael grins.

"Come on," you laugh, reaching for his hand. You take the long way around and eventually find the valet lot. You hand over your ticket and wait for your ex-boyfriend's car to arrive.

"Woah," Michael says when the ugly sports car comes into view.

"Daaaddy bought it for him," you roll your eyes. "Wanna drive?"

"What?" His eyes dart from the approaching car to you. "Really?"

You shrug.

"You serious?" he asks.

"I mean, you can drive, right? You've got a license?"

"Yeah?"

"Then what's the problem? Scared to defile two of Charlie's possessions in the same night?"

He seems stunned for a moment, then a grin grows on his pretty face as the car comes to a stop.

"No problem at all, miss," he smiles, darting forward to open the passenger door for you. You sink down into the seat, he gently closes the door. He thanks the valet and hands the man a few bills. You fasten your seatbelt to keep yourself from slipping and sliding all over the leather seat.

He gets in and looks around, trying to get his bearings in the strange little vehicle. He inspects the gear shift and locates the turn signals, then pets the steering wheel and looks at you with a child-like grin on his face. You lean back against the headrest and sigh fondly, never wanting to take your eyes off of him. He's adorable.

"Where to?" he asks, straightening and suddenly serious.

You point him in the direction of home, and he takes off. He's a little awkward at first, but he gets the hang of the car in no time. He even grows confident enough to drive with one hand, and rests the other on your leg. The feeing of his rough, calloused hand on your smooth thigh nearly drives you mad. The ride takes entirely too long, and you admire your self-restraint for not telling him to pull over and take you on the hood of this tiny, stupid car.

After what feels like an eternity, he finally parks near your building. He turns off the engine, takes a deep breath, and looks at you with uncertainty.

"You still want to do this?" you ask quietly, praying that he says yes.

"You have no fucking idea."

"Let's go, gorgeous," you order.

He leaps out of the car and rushes around to open your door for you. He helps you out and follows you into your building. You make it up the steps and fumble with your keys, cursing your stupid door that won't open. You're about to offer to let him take you in the hallway when he gently moves you aside, applies pressure on the knob with his hands, and pushes with his shoulder. The door pops open.

As soon as you step inside, his mouth is on yours. You drop your purse and kick the door shut, and he pushes you up against it. You moan into his mouth. You can't remember the last time you wanted anyone this bad. And that includes the entirety of the relationship you've just abandoned.

There's no time to walk all the way to the bed. Hell, there's no time to shuffle to the couch. He takes you against the door the first time, your dress rucked up and his pants unzipped. He ruts into you with such force, you wonder if it's going to break the door in half. And then he reaches a spot inside of you that you didn't know existed, and you stop caring about anything but him.

You lose the rest of your clothes and make it to the couch for round two.

You don't make it to the bed until round three.

That's when it happens.

You'd happily stare into those beautiful brown eyes all night long, but he hits a rhythm that has you both squeezing your eyes shut in concentration. All you can do is grip whatever's in reach and hold on tight as you feel your release build… and build… and build…

And then a blinding flash of pleasure washes over you. You've never felt anything like it before. Is this what writers mean when they say someone saw stars? Michael keeps pumping in and out of you, and the feeling doesn't stop. An ungodly noise rises in your throat, and he buries his face in your neck and comes with a grunt and one final thrust, his deepest yet.

Your ecstasy fades slowly. You can't move. You can't focus on anything but the way he makes you feel. You lie there, panting and sticking together for several minutes, until he finally raises his head to look at you. You both laugh when you make eye contact.

"You alright?" he asks.

"Yeah," you breathe, feeling weak and a little confused.

"Never had that happen before."

"Never had what happen before?" you ask.

"Made a girl squirt."

It hits you like a ton of bricks. You raise your head and see that you are indeed lying in a wet spot on the sheets.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" you laugh as your head hits the pillow.

"I mean, I've tried, but…" he shrugs, looking embarrassed.

You reach a hand into his sweaty curls and pull him in for a kiss. He looks happy, but confused when he pulls away.

"I've never had a guy do that to me before, either."

"Seriously?" His eyes are ablaze.

"Yeah," you laugh.

"That was a first for both of us?"

You nod, basking in the excitement on his face that you helped create. He leans back down for another kiss, which you enthusiastically return. When he pulls back, you can't help but feel disappointed. You cup the side of his face and stroke his cheek with your thumb, not ready to be apart just yet. He closes his eyes and leans into your touch. Will you ever be able to get enough of him?

"Wanna try for a second?" you ask.

"Oh fuck," he moans, coming back down to continue your kiss, already getting hard again.

While you're recovering from another blissfully successful round, someone starts banging on your door.

At 2:37 am.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," you gripe, rolling out of bed and throwing on the first clothes you can get your hands on. Michael looks terrified. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about him," you tease, leaning over to kiss his forehead. "I'll be right back.

You leave Michael in bed and stomp to the door. You know exactly who it is. "What?" you snap through the door, reaching up quietly to engage the chain lock. Just in case he's grown a pair in the last few hours.

"You fuckin' left me, that's what!" Charlie roars.

"And it only took you all night to notice!" you chirp sarcastically.

"Is the fucking bin man in there with you?"

"Don't worry about it."

"I fucking knew it! You nasty whores deserve each other!"

"You kiss your boss's ass with that mouth?"

"Open the door."

"It's stuck."

He groans loudly and kicks it.

"Yeah, that'll help," you deadpan. "What do you want?"

"I want my shit, you crazy bitch! We're done!"

"Ask me nicely."

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?"

You laugh and leave him to his tantrum as you fetch a paper grocery bag and begin shoving his stuff inside: body wash, deodorant, razor, a few articles of clothing and a shirt that you'd definitely used to sop up some of the fluids you and Michael had leaked onto the mattress.

Michael sits on the bed with the sheet wrapped around his waist, looking fearful. You give him a wink before you leave the room. You pick up some of the clothes you'd scattered across the living room floor, looking for the car keys, and finally locate them underneath Michael's pants. You toss the keys in the bag, fold the top down, and grip the knob. You open the door just enough to slide the bag through.

"There's your shit. Don't come back."

And then you shut the door in his stunned face, lock it, and return to bed.

Michael still looks nervous. You crawl into his lap and kiss the tip of his nose.

"Don't worry about him," you smile, "he's a spoiled brat who throws tantrums whenever he doesn't get his way, but he's harmless. Rich kids can't fight for shit. You, though? I bet you could scrap with the best of 'em."

Michael bites his lip and stares off to the side. You cup his face and stroke his cheeks, wishing he'd tell you what's bothering him.

"You know I'm not really a businessman, right? I'm just a bin man."

You laugh and capture his lips in a kiss, remembering to mumble an "I know, baby," at some point, which makes his whole body relax. You fall back onto the bed together, limbs tangled and mouths hungry.

You ride him 'til dawn.

The pair of you finally begin to wind down as the sun starts to rise. You lie facing each other, satisfied and sticky and too tired to do anything about it. You wish you could stare into those beautiful eyes forever, but sleep is calling you.

"If you want to clear out before I wake up, it's alright. I'll understand," you say softly. Inside, you're screaming and begging him to stay. But what if he doesn't feel the same?

He thinks about it for a minute, biting his bottom lip. "Would it be alright if I stayed?" he asks, almost like he's afraid of the answer. The feeling of relief that floods through you is so intense, you wonder if you're going to pass out. "I can fix your door in the morning," he adds quickly, like he needs a reason to stay.

"You don't have to do that," you smile. Worry clouds his face. "But if you really wanted to, I'm sure I could find some way to repay you," you smirk. His eyes widen. "Would it be alright if I made you breakfast?"

Now it's his turn to be relieved. He smiles and throws an arm over you to pull you closer.

"Would it be alright if I never, ever left?" he mumbles into your hair.

"Yeah," you sigh, getting comfortable in his embrace. "That'd be alright."

[teewritessmth]

Babysitting Bonds

(Sharky x f! reader)

Summary : You call Sharky over to film a vlog with you where he helps you babysit your cousins. But on thing leads to another as you find yourself on top of him.

Warnings : kids, mentions of kissing, thunderstorm, spice if you squint

You had a brilliant idea for a new video. Your uncle and aunt were going to go and celebrate their marriage anniversary and had no where to leave their little kids. You volunteered to babysit those 3 little angels so they could spend their much needed quality time.

You call up Sharky's number, and tell him to pull over to your house. The internet loved your friendship, some even said you two would make a great couple. Truth be told, you've liked Sharky for a really long time. Even when he was making those rap battle videos with Chunkz and darkest. You smile remembering the time you had roasted the living hell out of darkest and Sharky in Chunz's video. Aah the good old days.

Sharky arrives within 20 minutes. "Hey Y/n, what are we doing today?". Sharky pulls you to a side hug and his eyes widen when he sees three little toddler run towards him. Before he makes a comment, you start recording-

"Hey guys welcome back, I'm here with Sharky today and we will be babysitting my cousins".

The camera zooms to Sharky's shocked face, who still hasn't recovered from the surprise of being greeted by three tiny humans.

"I have been lied to, I thought we were gonna do some random video but turns out Y/n wanted me to come and provide daycare service". Sharky laughs and looks at your cousins, they looked so similar to you. He could find some traces of similarity between your features compared to your cousins.

You smile and pat his arm, "We give the internet what they want Sharky, you and me in a vid reaches the max amount of views on my channel".

"if you do what the internet tells you to, are you gonna date me?". Sharky retorts, looking deep into your eyes. Your breath gets cut off for a second as you look at that beautiful man infront of you. Before you can respond, Sharky plays 'Die for you' by weeknd and doubles down on the floor laughing. You force out a bitter chuckle and try to change the topic.

"Well we're not going to be doing anything crazy really, just gonna give these 3 some food and spend the rest of the day playing with them". You tell the camera.

Sharky nods, "I'm gonna ace this, I love kids".

"Ayo?!". You raise an eyebrow.

"Oh my days, not like that Y/n".

The rest of the day passes by in a flash. the kids seemed to love Sharky. It was heartwarming to see him be so good with kids, you know he'd make an absolutely wonderful father. Bittersweet feelings creep into your heart realizing Sharky would never return what you felt for him. Your mood shifts in the midst of brushing your cousin's hair.

"Hey, what's with the sad face. C'mon we have the company of three cute children, smile". Sharky pinches your cheeks.

You wrap up the rest of the video by reading them a bedtime story and eventually tucking them in.

"Well, that's it for today. The kids are asleep and I'm glad they were on their best behavior today-". Your words get abruptly cut off by the sound of thunder.

"There you go, now a storm's on the way". Sharky takes the camera from your hands and finishes the outro.

"Miss y/n is shocked by the thunder at this time but I'll wrap up for her. Thank you for watching me get bullied by a woman in her 20's and 3 very adorable children. Subscribe to the betasquad and my channel. We'll see ya soon". He turns the camera off and looks at you, grinning ear to ear. This might just be one of my favourite videos with you yet.

"Yeah?". You reply looking down, pretending to be busy with something else.

Sharky grabs your hands and makes you sit on the couch. "Y/n you've been acting strange all day, what happened?".

"Nothing happened Sharky let it go. Also I'm not letting you drive back in this weather." You look up at the man who already had his keys in his hand.

"Y/n it's fine really, I don't want to be a burden right now. I can drive". He starts walking out, but you pull him back to the the living room.

"Are you really that uncomfortable around me that you're willing to drive in the storm?".

Sharky freezes, "What?! No!. I'm not uncomfortable around you, I just didn't want to be a weight at this point in the night".

"You're not arguing with me on this". You reach to grab his keys but he has them lifted up high. You both get knotted up as you try reaching for his keys and he lifts them higher.

Amidst this, one of the kids get out of bed and walk past Sharky scaring the life out of him, grabs his teddy and goes to bed.

Sharky falls back on the couch, pulling you along with him.

You initial reaction is pure shock and horror as you stare at the man. Your face gets flushed, realizing no one is making any effort to get up. He looks at you, his eyes drifting over to your lips. He tightens his arms around you and shuffles on the couch, relaxing into the cushions.

"Here, I'll drop my keys". He tosses them on the table, still maintaining eye contact with you, strong arms draped around your waist. He strokes your cheek with the back of his hand and he cups the side of your face. "That's why I didn't want to stay, now I gotaa tell you how I feel".

That was all the confirmation you needed. You hold his face and kiss him. He sits up and puts you on his lap, his hands holding your waist while you kiss him, full of need and desire.

He whispers against your lips, "I love you so much Y/n, I always have. I'm sorry for being such a bitch today".

"I love you too Sharky, so so much. Now stop talking and kiss me". You smile and kiss his cheek.

He hoists you up and takes you to your bedroom and locks the door.

God, was Sharky glad that kid needed his teddy tonight.

[slashthrashandcrash]

These are all my baby legion ideas. Enjoy!

- Baby!Frank clinging to Danny's leg to stop him from going to trial

-Baby!Frank realising Danny is in a trial and raising absolute he'll. Danny gets back and it's basically the guy returning with pizza to everything going wrong meme

-Danny refusing to pick up a baby legion member, and they just grab one of the ribbons and climb him

-Child Legion. Like 8/9 years old. Same lack of filter/ restraint just slightly stronger and smarter

-Huntress cuddling baby Susie and Julie. I just think that would be adorable.

-Amanda and baby legion, we haven't seen any of that

-Baby blighted legion

-Survivors first reaction to a trial with baby Legion. Just like 'I haven't seen the killer yet' then a toddler runs out a bush and stabs them in the knee

-How to baby Legion actually annoy the other killers. Are they stealing things? Climbing them? (As someone with very tall relatives and lots of cousins, small children do see tall people and think 'I'm gonna climb that) Do they just not leave them alone?

ADORABLE! PRECIOUS! I WILL MOST CERTAINLY USE THESE FOR DRAWING IDEAS IN THE FUTURE!

The trials are the only time Danny gets some peace and quiet away from these brats, he's shaking Frank off and booking it through the fog

That is also the immediate aftermath when Danny returns from the aforementioned trial. Usually Frank is pretty good if he's distracted with someone else but the fact that he knows Danny isn't around is what makes him upset (attachment/abandonment issues)

What are dads if not jungle gyms? He's standing - kid on his leg. He's walking - kid holding his hand. He's sitting - kid in his lap. He's laying down - smothered in kids on top of him.

Fucking RIP to killers and survivors and even the Entity who would have to put up with child!Legion bc they are the absolute worse hellions. Joey and Susie are okay if they don't have the other two's bad influence but as a group it's awful. People literally pick Freddy over them.

Danny will happily offer her the boys too if she wants. Free of charge. Please. Take them--

Amanda is the aunt that doesn't give a fuck but is still surprisingly good with kids, mainly bc she keeps them busy with non-lethal thingamajigs she makes (also helps that the reverse beartrap is too small for baby heads bc Julie has tried to wear it before)

Absolutely cursed. Added to my WIP list.

Survivors are very confused, then greatly amused, then on the ground clutching their freshly stabbed thigh. They might even think they have the upper hand for a second until Ghostface appears behind them and tells them to put his fucking kids down if they like their organs as they're currently arranged.

All depends on the killer for what the kiddos want and how much they can get away with it before they're actually in danger. Some are more bully-able than others, some will actually try to turn the toddlers into a meat paste against the wall. Mainly they just like messing around with their personal things to play with.

[ljz002-world]

Assistant, Part 2

“Ana!”, Michael called out as he jogged up to walk besides the girl who turned to look at him quite shocked, “Mikey-boy!” Michael caught up with the girl as the two walked side by side towards the office, “How’re you Ana?” “Doin’ alright, you?” “Bit out of breath but fine.” “Why’re you here? Don’t you go to the office from the Shelby home?” “Nah, I’m with my mum, it’s a bit of a longer way from there down here. Tommy just bought her a house.” “I remember”, Ana said with a smile, “He told me how happy Aunt Pol was-“ “You call her ‘Aunt Pol’?” “Yeah. I’ve known her for a while now. She’s like a mother to me. I never had one.” “O-Oh, I’m sor-“ “Don’t be Mikey-boy. You didn’t know. But you’re lucky to have her as your mum. She’s the best.”

Michael and Ana continued with senseless small-talk until the boy looked over his shoulder, swiftly grabbing onto Anastasia’s waist and pulling her against him, catching the girl completely off guard. Just as she was about to protest a car sped past them. “Some people shouldn’t be allowed to drive”, Michael said as he glared after the car before turning his attention to Anastasia whom he was still holding close to himself, “Are you alright Ana?” “Y-Yeah, ‘m fine”, the girl stammered, growing red from blush at the closeness she and the boy shared, she could feel his hot breath hitting her forehead as he was checking if she had gotten any injuries. He might have pulled her out of the way but the car was still dangerously close to her.

As the two stood in such closeness neither really spoke, both being pulled back to reality by someone clearing his throat behind him. “Oh, Finn”, Anastasia spoke as she recognized the youngest Shelby brother. Said boy was standing behind then, cap on his head as he glared at Michael. “That’s enough touching I think. You can let go of ‘er Michael.” The younger boy did as told, letting his hands slip away from Anastasia as he looked at his cousin, unsure of how to react. “We should get going. Tommy’s waiting for his assistant and accountant to begin their work.” “R-Right!”, Anastasia beamed as she walked towards Finn, grabbing ahold of his arm as she dragged him to walk with her and Michael, “Now why the gloomy look, Finny?” “Woke up on a bad leg.” “Silly boy”, Anastasia chuckled, she considered Finn one of her few true friends. She had known him since she was a child, the two were around the same age, Finn only being a few years older than her. He and aunt Pol had gotten her the job a few months ago. And Finn seemed to be the only boy who was consistent in her life.

“Anything new going on?”, Finn asked Anastasia and the girl nodded, “Yeah, I got a date tonight.” “Oh?”, Finn asked with a raised eyebrow, this had also caught Michael’s attention as the three were walking to the office where Thomas Shelby did most of his legal business. “Yeah. I’m excited.” “Whose the lucky boy?”, Finn asked and the girl smiled at him, “Chuck. You know, the boy working down with the Butcher. He’s a fine isn’t he?” “Does Tommy know?”, Michael asked, earning a slight glare from Finn as the girl shook her head, “Why would he? He ain’t me father.”

By now the group was by the office and Anastasia was quick to get to her table and start her work. Michael having a desk right besides her to do his own work while Finn just entered his brother’s office, leaving around twenty minutes later. At around four in the evening Thomas stood by his door and barked for Anastasia to get into his office once again.

Said girl just rolled her eyes once more as she got up, “I swear if it’s something stupid again I’m gonna blow”, she grumbled as Michael just chuckled, “Like what?” “Like his tie got loose again, or the buttons by his sleeves undone. I swear to god I sometimes don’t know how he made it back alive from war.”

At her words Michael was unsure how to react, she truly was the only one who dared to speak about Thomas Shelby that way. Once she had entered his office another worker turned to face Michael, “That girl has the biggest balls in all of England. Not even Mr. Shelby’s enemies talk to him like that.” “I figured, he’d have his enemies dead quicker than a lightning if they did.”

Just as they wanted to say something else shouting could be heard from their boss’ office, Anastasia was shouting at the top of her lungs at Thomas fucking Shelby.

“No! I’ve had it with you! You ain’t me father, so don’t act like it! I am going to meet Chuck and I am going to go on a fucking date with him!”, with that the girl stormed out of the separate office belonging to mr. Shelby as she grabbed her bag, her eyes seeing only red as she turned to Michael, “I’ve had it with your cousin! Why do all of the Shelby’s have such thick heads?! My god!”

=

Anastasia had waited, and waited, and waited, for no one to show up. But she heard footsteps approaching her from behind, footsteps that made her heart flutter in hopes that it’d be the boy who had asked her out. But a voice that did not belong to the boy she was waiting for spoke up, “All alone Ana?”

“Mikey-boy?”, the girl turned around to face the slightly older boy who stood a few feet behind her, arms in the pockets of his pants as he mustered the girl up and down, “You look good.” “Well, too fucking bad that my date didn’t show up. They never do.” “Their loss”, Michael said calmly as he walked closer, no eyes were on the street at this hour. “And your win?” “If you let me take you somewhere, then yes.” “What you have in mind?” “Well, we could always go to the Garrison.” “Isn’t Mr. Shelby there?” “So? You said it yourself this morning, you don’t give a shit what he has to say about your dating life, ain’t that right?”

The girl thought, looking up at the taller boy before smiling mischievously, “I like the way you think Mikey-boy. You’re paying”, she said as she had walked close enough to him to pat him on his chest, leaving the boy with brown hair quite stunned, “I wouldn’t have let you pay either way!” With that he jogged to catch up with the girl, being bold enough to put his arm around her waist as the two walked to the pub where Shelbys drank for free.

“Oh, you’re not going to like what just walked brother”, Arthur told Thomas who turned to look at the door where none other than his accountant and secretary walked in, with his cousin’s hand on the girl’s waist as he helped her out of her coat before hanging it politely onto the hanger by the doors. “Like hell I like that”, Thomas said coldly as he turned to look at John, “Didn’t you tell him?” “Don’t look at me Tommy, I told him to keep his hands to himself!” Finn just watched on in jealousy as the two walked to the bar, Michael ordering whiskey while Anastasia stayed with something non-alcoholic. She never drank alcohol.

“We tell ‘em to come over?”, Finn asked but Thomas shook his head, “No. They’ll come on their own.” The leader of the Peaky Blinders was proven right once the girl and his cousin had noticed them, walking over before sitting with them at their table. “Good night isn’t it? Tommy”, Michael spoke, a sly grin on his lips as Anastasia just looked at the older man coldly. Thomas downed his whiskey before setting the glass onto the table, “That’s not the Chuck boy.” “He’s not.” “Why?”, Thomas folded his hands in front of his chin as Anastasia crossed her legs before looking at Michael and then back at her boss, “He did a no-show, Probably wet his pants at the thought of actually having to meet me. Your cousin has more balls, that much’s sure.” Thomas nodded, Finn just glared at his cousin silently. “Not even a year here and you already claw yourself at a Shelby? Brave girl”, Thomas said to which Ana huffed, “I already work for you. Plus, Mikey-boy is just a sweetheart, wanted to cheer me up, ain’t that right?” To this Michael nodded, “No lady as pretty as you should be sad.”

“It’s getting late”, Anastasia said as she got up, Michael getting up as well, “I better get home. Got a cat waiting on me at home.” “I’ll take you”, Michael said, with a smile, he indirectly wanted to rub it in his cousins faces. He knew about the unspoken rivalry between Finn and Thomas, both wanting the same girl, and now, within a few days, Michael had gotten farther than both combined. “No need, I can take her home”, Thomas stated to which Anastasia gave him a sickly sweet smile, “But Mr. Shelby, you’ve had quite a lot to drink, if anything you should be brought home. Have a long working day at the office tomorrow.” “I’m fine”, Thomas said coldly, wanting to get up bit Michael interjected, “Tommy, don’t worry. I’ll just bring her home, and then I’m off home as well. See you tomorrow.” “See you boys then”, Anastasia said with a wave as she and Michael left the pub just before midnight.

“Want to come inside?” The question caught the young man off guard as he choked on his spit before clearing his throat, “I thought you don’t do that?” “Do what?” “Let boys into your home after the first date?” “This was a date? This was a meeting, we met and had fun, and I want to invite you to a bit tea. It helps you sleep at night.” Michael grinned as he wiped his shoes on the matt before entering the girl’s home, taking his coat off and hanging it besides the girl’s coat as he followed her upstairs into her bedroom, “So we’re havin’ tea in your bedroom?” “Yes?”, Anastasia said with a sly smile as she closed the door to her bedroom, shutting her lovely little fur-ball out.

[hozaloza]

What is this weird fanfic war going on, y'all this is so--

"Please Remember"

They had great times. Amazing moments. A friendship he never thought he would have. Never. Ever since he moved to Georgia, everything was just perfect. An unlikely friendship formed because of a group project, an unlikely bond formed because of this trip, an unlikely romance began to bloom because of this moment.

But, good things don’t always last.

Ben had gotten better with his emotions, feeling much calmer than ever. His uncle and aunt asked if it was possible that he wanted to go back with his parents. Ben felt excited, he really did miss his parents and little sister. But…that meant he had to leave behind his friends. It was a hard decision, but he decided to go back. They hung out in the graveyard one more time, staying up past 12  to bid him farewell.

“I’m going to be honest, it was nice having Ben around with me. He was like a brother to me, I’m gonna miss you bud.” Aiden stated, placing his hand on his shoulder. The tall boy smiled at his cousin, bringing him in for a hug. The group laughed as they kept playing games and eating snacks; even Ashlyn was having a good time. It was nice seeing each person be a whole new being from when he first met them, and yet still kept certain personality traits within them. 

Finally, the night came to an end, and they all went back inside Ashlyn’s house for one more sleepover. Ben laid on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. He couldn’t bear leaving them; he had known them for 2 years now. But he was missing home more than ever at this point, it had to be done. 

“...It’s too bad we don’t get to graduate all together.” Taylor stated out of the blue.

“You’re still awake? I thought you would be the first to black-out.” Aiden stated, immediately sitting up.

“Meh, can’t really sleep.” “...You’re also sad about Ben leaving, huh?” Aiden asked the brunette. She stayed silent for a moment, letting the silence set in. Then, she turned to face him, and there were tears in her eyes. The tall boy sat up to sign if she was alright, but he suddenly got bear hugged by her. He stiffened as she sobbed in his arms, but soon after calming down, wrapping his arms around her.

“...I don’t want you to leave…” she softly sobbed, clenching his shirt. Ben patted her back to comfort her, looking up to see that the others had gotten up. It was embarrassing to admit, but everyone didn’t want him to leave. Their friendship was extremely strong, it was going to be hard to let go. No words needed to be spoken at that moment, they just got up and hugged Ben. It was silent and long; they needed to make it last as long as they could, in case this was their last ever group hug.

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Who knew that turned out to be true…

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Years passed, Ben had just turned 23 recently. Five or so years have passed since he last moved back to his bio family. He was able to connect with new people, continue his path with the guitar, and overall fit right back in. He tried texting his old friends everyday, but he was getting more and more busy with his own life; it was something he feared he would do, but he slowly stopped talking in the group chat. His connections with Aiden and Ashlyn still remained, so he constantly knew what they were doing, but not the rest…

“[College is alright so far, some of my friends are even sharing a dorm with me!]” Ben typed on his text to speech, smiling at his parents.

“Well that’s wonderful Benny! We’re just happy you finally found something to love as equally as singing.” His dad spoke, grunting as he got pushed.

“Psh, please! You would’ve been better as a cook! Right pops!” Lily spoke. Ben rolled his eyes as he watched his dad and her play push each other off camera while his mom chuckled at them.

“Ugh, these two never stop fooling around, why did my normal baby have to leave me alone with these knuckleheads?” “Hey! I am a normal child! Ben’s always using that text to speech feature like he’s some lizard person! He knows how to sign, he’s just trying to mind control us into following his lizard leader!!” Lily argued off screen. 

“[If I’m a lizard then you’re a weasel!]” Ben typed on his phone. He heard his little sister laugh off screen, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. He still couldn’t believe she’ll be graduating soon, he remembered her being a baby like it was yesterday! “Well, we must be heading out now, Lily’s rehearsal starts soon. We’ll talk to you later! Bye bye my sweet baby!!” His mom spoke, waving goodbye to him. Ben smiled as he waved bye, hanging up on the call. He sighed as he got up, deciding he needed a quick treat. 

‘To the bakery shop it is.’ he thought, grabbing his wallet and keychain.

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(spare you the horror angst for now...)

(...NO THIS ONE IS PRETTY TAME,,, I'm talking about a Logan angst fic I got prepared,,,infection,,,,,,,,,,heheheheheheh)

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PROMPTMAS DAY 6- Gingerbread house- Sam fender

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so sorry this has taken me so long i have had a super busy week. i have no idea how im meant to get 6 more out by christmas day. but enjoy. el xx

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It was christmas eve, Sam’s and I’s second christmas as a married couple fourth together. We were currently at my family house on the outskirts of newcastle in the countryside and we were having our traditional gingerbread house making competition. Every year the couples of the extended family take part in a gingerbread house competition of recreating their own houses, the ones who were single were either judges or teamed up with another singleton and created one of the pairs house, when we were younger and for the kids currently they usually help with their parents, sometimes they help judge, but it’s usually the competiveness that stops them from participating, This year sam and I were announcing our pregnancy during this years competition, it was a great way to announce it. My sister and Brother were the judges this year for the fourth time in a row, because naturally they were the only singletons of the L/N family left.

“Welcome to the annual L/N gingerbread house making competition. Okay as always Y/B/N and I are the judges because we have had way too many dates gone wrong this year. you know the rules by now for those who have forgotten it’s as follows, we make the gingerbread cook them, do our annual presents giving for those who won’t be here tomorrow. We then come back, build the houses and by 9pm tonight we have a winner. Jeanie i’m routing for you this year” my sister jokes,great aunt jeanie was always the one to make hers the least realistic as she had a wild imagination and was a cake creator so she brought in ideas that she wanted to try out, she’s usually last place.

“Okay enough, Can we get on with it?” My dad says “yep go start making your gingerbread” My sister says becoming bored and going back to her phone, I must ask her later what that’s all about she’s been glued to the bloody thing all morning.

“we’re bound to win this year” Sam whispers next to me. “Oh for sure this pregnancy announcement is gonna blow the roof of everyone’s” I whisper making sure to keep quiet, not wanting to spoil the surprise. “You make the house, I’ll make the people and fence as always?” I say to him “Yeah we’re bound to win this darling” He says next to me before placing a kiss on my cheek.

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1 hour later and all the gingerbreads were in the ovens, and we were all gathered in the living room to open presents.

“Y/n and sam this one’s yours” My little cousin passed me a rather large present placing it in front of us.

by the time all the presents had been placed in front of everyone and had a pile.

“great aunt jeanie, open yours from us first” I say, “Okay darling, what have you gotten me this year? another phone” “mum that was one year, And they did it as a favour to me because you cannot be sending me letters every time you need me to be popping to the shop besides it was only a landline. open it anyway i’m not having this conversation” My aunt Lucy replies.

She rips the present open “awwh how lovely” she holds up the square cardboard where sam’s face sat “we knew how much you wanted to listen to sam’s music but didn’t know how to work a cd player and music online so we got you the hypersonic missiles vinyl, the seventeen going under one is to follow if you like the first one, jeanie” I say.

“how thoughtful. I think it’s only right if you open my one to you two” “which one is it?” sam asks moving his hand from my thigh to reach to the floor “the rectangle one.” “ahh found it” he says picking it up off the floor and placing it in my lap I open it and it’s a reed diffuser with mine and sam’s initial on it placed in a love heart “Oh this is cute and thoughtful” I say “Lucy found it on the face book. she already got you guys something so she got that from me to you” “It’s not preowned before you ask some woman makes them, and i asked her to make one for you guys” “oh thank you, even if it was preowned it still would’ve been thoughtful” I say

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After all the presents were done we went back into the kitchen and started building our house, sam and I had disguised the pregnant gingerbread into a normal gingerbread person and created two little balls and passed them off as “snowballs” that were going to be incorporated into the gingerbread people throwing them.

“okay do you remember how to build the house, you forgot last year.” I say “i didn’t forget i forgot to bring the sheet i write it down on and had to remember how to build it from memory and i also had to remember how our house looks from the outside. “Still can’t believe you forgot what our house looks like” “we had just moved it was difficult” sam says “whatever, it’s not too late to divorce you” I say in a whisper knowing that if anybody heard the D word it would cause a riot. “might i remind you that your pregnant with my baby” he whispers back in my ear.

we had built the house and had to wait 5 minutes until we could start decoration it so i decided to create the pregnant gingerbread while we waited.

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2 hours later and our gingerbread house was done we used white dripping icing for the snow on the roof, black fondant for the gutter chimney and arial, white fondant for our front door gold fondant for the doorknob beige fondant for our steps, green fondant for the bushes over the gingerbread fences, and then outside the front was the two gingerbread people holding hands stood on the doorstop, with the pregnant and at the base of the house was icing writing that read “welcome baby fender due summer 24”

“Okay times up, we need 30 minutes to judge everyone’s and come up with a winner. so please excuse yourself”

once everyone had vacated the kitchen about 30 seconds later, a loud “OH MY GOD, THERES NO WAY!” sam and i giggled to ourselves before subtly high fiving.

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half an hour later we were all gathered back into the kitchen.

“Okay, so we have a clear winner. announcing their PREGNANCY. yes. PREGNANCY. which has been a first and I certainly hope it’s not the last… I mean we’ve had marriages, divorces. that was a weird one, bless carol i miss her. but never a pregnancy. so for that. Congratulations to the fenders you won this years annual gingerbread house competition” a chorus of “oh my gosh”’s and “awwh congrats” and applauses but sam and i were in our own world hugging and him placing kisses on my cheek.

“this time next year you’ll all have a baby fender to spoil.”

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Chapter 2.1

Masterlist

Warnings- Usual PB violence, swearing, allusion to SA at the very end

2 years later

All of us were gathered around Freddie's casket. Tommy stepped forward. "I promised my friend, Freddie Thorne, that I would say a few words over his grave if he should pass before me. I made this promise before he became my brother-in-law, when we were in France, fighting for the king. And in the end, it wasn't war that took Freddie. Pestilence took him. But Freddie passed on his soul and his spirit to a new generation before he was cruelly taken." The service ended right after that.

I took a little walk with Thomas and Ada. 

"We thought now that Freddie's gone, you might come back to Birmingham."

"We really miss you, Ada."

"God, do you know how funny it is that Tommy's got chauffeurs in uniform now?"

"It's just for the occasion."

"Do you know how unfair it is that you have 4 Bugattis when half the country's starving?"

"So now they've made you ashamed of us, eh?" We stopped walking.

"Sometimes when I think about how I used to be, it makes me embarrassed." Tommy and I glanced at each other. 

Polly walked up to us with a smile. 

"Karl is with his cousins. I caught them trying to pinch flowers off a grave. Ada, are you coming home?" 

"I'm going home."

"We make her embarrassed," I mumbled. 

I looked at Ada who rolled her eyes. 

"That's not what I said."

"There's another reason we want you home. We're planning an expansion. I'm taking premises in London."

"Tommy, it's a funeral. Business can wait."

"Polly, if Ada was weeping, then I'd stop. But she's not. The expansion means it's gonna be dangerous to be a Shelby in London for a while."

"Yeah. Well, I'm not a Shelby anymore. And I'm not a Thorne now either. I'm free. I've got to get Karl home." She walked away. 

She left the 3 of us standing there. Polly turned to look at Tommy. 

"I told you to let me do it."

"It's alright. I'll have some men watch her house till the danger passes." We watched a man on a motorbike ride up to Arthur. 

He quickly whispered something to Arthur. Arthur waved Tommy over as he started walking toward us. Aunt Polly leaned over to me. 

"Till danger passes."

"That'll be the bloody day." She nodded as we walked towards the crowd. 

Tommy, Aunt Polly, a few of our men, and I went to the Garrison. Someone had blown it up. We walked underneath the chains to get a better look. A copper was already there waiting for us. "It happened at exactly 7:00 a.m. Nobody saw anything. Our patrols were not in the area. Mr. Shelby, you got any idea who might have done it? I'd say it was something to do with the gas." 

We both know that's not true. We knew exactly who did it and why. He handed money to the copper. "Just been fitted." Aunt Polly walked inside. "Madam, the structure hasn't been declared safe. Madam," he yelled after her. 

She bent over to pick something up off the ground. ​​"This is all over the place." She handed some to Tommy. It was green confetti. What the hell? Tommy nodded to the copper.

"You can go."

"Right." He walked away. 

We stood there looking at the building. "Who? Who did this to us," Aunt Polly asked. Tommy and I went to a pub to find the people who did this. "Whiskey, Irish. None for her." He flopped his hat down on the counter. The bartender poured him the drink. Tommy put the money on the counter only for it to be pushed back to him. 

"Heard there was a bit of a bang in your part of town."

"Gas and electric don't mix. Who would've thought they would, eh?"

"How's business otherwise, Mr. Shelby?"

"You know something? In these times of hunger and hardship, business is surprisingly good." He turned to lean against the counter. 

He took a swig of his drink. A little boy walked down the old wooden steps. His heavy footsteps echoed through the small building. "Which one is the Peaky Blinder devils?" Tommy downed his drink to follow after the little boy. I was right behind him. We followed the little boy through backyards and alleyways. 

We had no idea where he was taking us. We walked inside a warehouse with one pig hanging up on a metal hook. It was naked and gutted. 2 men grabbed us from behind. They stripped us of our hats, guns, and coats. They put bags over our heads before pulling us along. They sat us down on wooden chairs before taking the bags off. 

We were sitting in a tiny room. A man and a woman sat across from us. There was an old table separating us. There was barely any light in the room. The only light was from the spaces between the boarded-up windows. 

"Thomas and Anna Shelby."

"You blew up our pub."

"Anger defeats fear. Good."

"You blew up my pub." 

"Tommy has a reputation to uphold," she looked over at her partner.

Her partner looked Tommy up and down. He finally spoke. 

"A reputation for not being scared of anything."

"In all the world, violent men are the easiest to deal with," she seemed to almost laugh.

Tommy glanced at me then back to them. "So tell me, which brand of rebel are you...eh? I read somewhere that you Paddies started fighting amongst yourselves now. The king offers you a peace treaty and you start a war about it. That's funny, don't you think? A war about peace." It went silent as the 4 of us stared at each other. 

"So are you for the treaty or against the treaty? Forgive me, I get confused," he leaned back in his chair. Her partner slowly reached for the gun. He got up from his chair, dragging the gun on the table as he walked over to me. The lady crossed her arms over her chest.

"You are one decision away from your deaths, Mr. Shelby." 

"So stop fucking smiling," her partner snapped.

I cleared my throat as I shifted in my seat. "Your name is Irene O'Donnell. You have a son at the Cherry Wood Road School in Harborne. He has irons on his legs. His name is Sean. He comes last in every race...poor boy. Poor boy, race is important. If you know what I mean, Irene." The gun was cocked and held to the side of my head. 

It was cold on my temple. Her partner didn't seem too smart. "Oh, she speaks. There are other ways of carrying out this mission. Please allow me to put the bullet in the scum tinker's head." Irene watched as she waited for my reaction. She wasn't getting one out of me. 

She still stared at me. 

"No. They research their enemies. That's why they've been chosen."

"We are chosen," Tommy asked. 

I looked at her partner. "I'm chosen."

"Can the chosen one smoke," Tommy asked again. 

The gun was taken from my head. Tommy reached in his pocket for his cigarettes. 

"A vacancy has appeared and you are going to fill it."

"Chosen by whom?"

"An informed consensus."

"We have things to do. So perhaps you could tell the chosen ones what we've been chosen for."

"From now on, you shut your fucking Gypsy mouthes and listen to your instructions." We were ushered out of the room. 

Our jackets and guns were hanging on the hooks next to the naked pig. We didn't say anything to each other as we got dressed. "Fuck," Tommy yelled as he knocked over some boxes. I stood aside as I watched him. Why can't anything just be normal? He wiped his mouth with his hand before putting on his coat and hat. 

I went home as Tommy went to his office. I guess the look on my face told Aunt Polly that I didn't want to talk about what happened. She could hear it from Tommy. We had a family meeting soon anyway. We sat around waiting for Tommy to get here. Finn was pacing back and forth. "Sit down, Finn," Arthur snapped. 

Finn finally sat down next to me. John looked at Aunt Polly who was staring out of the window. 

"Where the bloody hell is Tommy?"

"He is on his way."

"Alright then, while we're waiting patiently...Whiskey. Left over from the explosion. Good stuff." He put a crate on top of the table. 

He started pouring us all glasses. After the day I've had, I wasn't going to say no. John cleared his throat. 

"Right, before Tommy gets here, I think there are a few things we need to get straight between the rest of us."

"You think?"

"Yes, Anna. I want to know...when did we take a vote on this expansion south?" He waited for an answer. 

Aunt Polly turned around, walking closer to the table. 

"You have anything to say, you wait for Thomas."

"Polly's fucking right," Arthur agreed. 

"I see all the books. Legal and off-track. So stuff you don't see-"

"I see the books too, John-"

"And in the past year, the Shelby Company Limited has been making 150 pounds a day. Right? A fucking day! Sometimes more. So what I wanna know is why are we changing things? Polly, look what's happened already. Haven't even set foot in London yet, they've already blown up our fucking pub."

"Who said anything about Cockneys," Arthur asked. 

"Who else," Esme asked. 

"Do you know who did it," I asked as I turned to look at her. 

"No, she doesn't know who did it," John interjected. 

"I'm told only family is allowed to speak." She looked back down at her book. 

Tommy walked into the room. No one saw him until he spoke. "Everyone is allowed to speak. On your feet, Esme. Let's hear what you have to say." John cleared his throat. He stood up a little straighter as he planted his feet firmly on the ground. 

"I speak for your household. So could-"

"John, this company is a modern enterprise and believes in equal rights for women. On your feet, Esme." Esme looked at John as she put her book aside. 

She slowly stood up. 

"I'm not a blood member of this family. But perhaps indeed because I'm not a member, I could see things in a different light. So I'll get to my point."

"That would be nice."

"Aunt Pol," I whispered as I gently nudged her. 

She shrugged as she lit her cigarette. "As my husband said, Shelby Company Limited has become very successful. But London...I have kin and Shepherd's Bush and Portobello. It's more like wars between armies down there. And the coppers fight side-by-side with them. And there are foreigners of every description. And the use of bombs is the least of it. I have a child. Blessed with the Shelby family's good looks. I want John to see him grow up. I want us to someday live somewhere with fresh air and trees. And keep chickens or something. But London is just smoke and trouble, Thomas. That's all I have to say," She sat back down. 

Arthur stared straight ahead. "That was a lot of words. A lot of words. Wash them down with a nice drink." He handed Tommy a glass of Whiskey. "Thank you, Esme." Tommy finished his drink. 

He lit his cigarette. 

"Firstly the bag in the pub had nothing to do with London, understood? The bang is something I'm dealing with on me own. Secondly, we have nothing to fear from the proposed business expansion as long as we stick together. After the first few weeks, nine-tenths of what we do in London will be legal. The other tenth is in good hands. Isn't that right, Arthur?"

"That's right."

"Some of you in this room have expressed your reservations. Fair enough. Any of you who want no part in the future of this company, walk out the door. Right now. Go raise your chickens. For those of you with ambition, the expansion process starts tomorrow." Tommy walked out of the room. 

The next morning, I was invited to go on a holiday with the boys. Arthur and I waited outside of John's house for Tommy to get the car and for John to come outside. I called up to his window. 

"Tommy's here."

"Alright, hold on." Tommy got out and stood next to the car. 

"John," Tommy yelled this time. "I'm coming!" John's voice sounded louder this time. 

Arthur took a swig out of the bottle he was holding. Tommy looked over wondering what it was. "Seven o'clock, twelve, ten if I'm still sober. I got it from the doctor." He handed it to Tommy. "It keeps me nice and calm." Tommy smelled the brown liquid. 

He pointed it at Arthur.

"Same thing they gave us in the trenches, stop us fucking wanking."

"Polly said it's good for me temper. It slows me down. "

"Arthur, there are some things Polly doesn't understand." Tommy turned the bottle over to pour it out. 

"Tommy," I shouted. 

He shook the bottle to get the remaining drops out. "I need you fast, not slow." He tossed the bottle to the side. John finally came out of the house.  "She wouldn't let go of me fucking leg."

"I bet that's not all she wouldn't let go of," Arthur laughed. 

"You know she's against this, Tom. She's got opinions."

"Nothing wrong with opinions, John."

"Get in the fucking car."

"Shut up!" We all climbed in. 

I sat in the back with John as Arthur climbed in front. "Peaky Blinders are going on fucking holiday," Arthur shouted as he stood up. "Sit down, you mad bastard." John pulled him back into the leather seat. We drove until we hit the field. The boys got out to take a pee break. I got out of the car to stretch my legs. 

They were making jokes about raising chickens and living in the countryside. As we walked back to the car, Tommy ripped up a tarp from the very back seat. There was a body in the back.

"Who the hell is that?"

"It's Irish business. I thought it'd be best to deal with it meself."

"I was sitting that close to a random dead guy? I'm not helping." I hopped into the front of the car as they buried him. 

We finished our trip to London by night. We walked into a crowded club. It was full of drunks and druggies. The music hurt my ears. The people dancing around us were giving me a headache. John seemed to like the atmosphere. I did not. 

We found a table in the middle of the room to sit at. They brought out a bottle of booze. "Isn't this Sabini's club," I yelled over the music. Tommy nodded as the waiter put the bottle down. 

"Jesus Christ. Everybody in here is a fucking face."

"Just the lieutenants, John. No sign of the officers." 

"Let's line 'em up," John smirked as he lined up the glasses. 

He started to pour us all a drink. A different waiter walked over to our table. 

"There has been a mistake. I'm afraid you are going to have to leave."

"We just bought a fucking bottle," John shouted.

"A couple of the men know you from the tracks in the north."

"We get that a lot."

"They say you have no business coming south of the line without prior agreement."

"What line would that be, my friend?"

"They say, this is provocation."

"Right, well, you tell them we're on holiday," I smirked as I held up my drink.

I took a drink as did Tommy. "You're breaking the rules. They say you are the Peaky Blinders." A glass was thrown at our table. It shattered everywhere. "Peaky scum," someone shouted. Tommy immediately turned to that person. 

A giant fight broke out. We fought until a gun went off. The waiter was pointing a gun at us. "Get out," was all he said. We had no choice but to make our way outside. "We came here not to make enemies but to make new friends. Those of you who are last will be first. You know where to find us," Tommy announced on our way out. We took the bottle of booze with us. 

We walked back to the car. Arthur reached into his mouth. 

"I think I lost a fucking tooth. At this rate, I won't have any. Some fucking holiday this is."

"Yeah. You lost without your fucking medicine now, Arthur?"

"Here, this'll fix you."

"Give me that." He took the bottle of Whiskey from Tommy. 

Tommy pointed to John as we walked along. 

"You John-boy, eh? How are you? Or should I ask your fucking wife?"

"Give over!"

"No more talk of chicken, you hear me?"

"Fuck the chickens," Arthur slurred as John broke out into a fit of laughter.

Tommy walked a little further ahead of us. "Got 50 quid in my pocket. Let's go paint the town, eh?" That's exactly what we did. We didn't get back home until late morning. We were all exhausted and drunk. It was a miracle that we made it home in one piece. It was the most fun any of us had in a while. 

I sat with Tommy in his office late at night. He sighed as he looked up from his paperwork. 

"Polly is pissed at me."

"Why's that?"

"I poured out Arthur's medicine and this came in an hour ago." He handed me a slip of paper. 

'Let's break bread.' It didn't have a name but it came from Camden Town. I sighed as I put the paper down. "Do we go see Alfie?" He shrugged as he took a drag of his cigarette. After he finished his drink, we made our way out to the garage. We didn't feel like walking home in the rain tonight. 

I flinched at the sudden cold raindrops. Luckily, we didn't have to walk far. I sighed in relief when we made it under. I put my hand on the cold door handle. The back door creaked open. A man with a gun pointed at me stepped out. I held up my hands as I backed up. 

Another man came out, then another. We tried everything to keep them off of us. They just kept coming. Tommy and I were both on the ground in seconds. They were punching and hitting us as if we were trash. I had no idea how many men there were now. I didn't even care at this point. 

I knew one or both of us were going to die. I was drifting in and out of consciousness as I lay on the wet ground. They were still working on Tommy. I wished I was unconscious. I was surprised I already wasn't. The pain was too much. "Get her over here," one of them screamed. 

They pulled me away from Tommy as I screamed. I couldn't move. Fire ripped through my body every time I did. I couldn't fight them anymore. I got a glimpse of Tommy. It was almost too dark in the garage to see. He was lifelessly laying there.

I was barely above the surface as they pulled me up. The last thing I felt before everything went dark were hands on the buttons of my pants. 

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Ooh I suppose the med student being a McCanister does make lots of sense! I was more or less thinking of the med student to be of a one off cutie character!!but her being related to the McCanister‘s is a really interesting idea! I was just thinking the med student could be in some type of apprenticeship with Julie McCanister even if Julie is a scientist and she’s working to become a doctor

But I can see the med student being some type of distant cousin of the McCanister‘s. Since I can’t see the fem med student being close to Lauren as a sister type of way. Due to how Lauren is seen treating the person she likes and how the med student will faint upon seeing this. Cuz she can’t believe how cruel Lauren can be to the person Lauren is interested in,due to the med student thinking that when loving someone you’ll have to treat them amazingly. So she’d be really put off by how Lauren is.

Besides if Lauren was her sibling in some way Med student would be really clingy towards her just like she is with her brother in some way. Because I like to think that her parents are always very busy and are the type to do handsoff parenting leading to her being clingy to family members, and or anyone who gives her the slightest attention who doesn’t expect anything in return especially. So maybe the med student can be like a cousin if anything,and interactions with other McCanister‘s can be in family functions or such!

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HI OOMFIE!!! :333

I also would never see fem med student as Lauren's sister at all oomf icl to you ;; I was gonna make Julie her aunt so she could have an idol BUTT i replaced her with med student's father instead! I really do see how every oc has become super connected and it is a little bothering but not too much :3 Julie would still be her aunt but on her mother's side. Her mother would take her father's last name, smth like Marlowe but hyphenating her family name and his. Think Julie and darling but without the crazy! And mutual love.

Marlowe would be a more influential family than the McCanisters, sure they're already well-known mostly because of Julie and her revolutionary devices. The Marlowe's would be those big business families ya know what I mean? Some make amazing developments in medicine and some would revolutionize the business industry. There is a very well-known family in my country, not only the biggest bank in my country but also have a lot of successful businesses other than it! Like restaurants and cafes.

I was planning to write in Med student being weirded out by Lauren in the beginning but I felt like Lauren was supremely unneeded in the story! For now Med student will be a Marlowe!

(I really like the last name Marlowe it's so cute idk :3)

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banish every gaslight; let clarity shine - Part 14

Happy New Year, everyone! This year's gonna be weird, so the only thing we can hope is that it's the right kind of weird.

Part 1 [FFN/AO3] - Part 2 [FFN/AO3] - Part 3 [FFN/AO3] - Part 4 [FFN/AO3] - Part 5 [FFN/AO3] - Part 6 [FFN/AO3] - Part 7 [FFN/AO3] - Part 8 [FFN/AO3] - Part 9 [FFN/AO3] - Part 10 [FFN/AO3] - Part 11 [FFN/AO3] - Part 12 [FFN/AO3] - Part 13 [FFN/AO3]

Baby 5 steels herself for the coming years, while everything around her settles into place. [4495 words; AU where there is a Third Corazón, whose existence makes Law’s life hell]

Nine years ago

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“You must hold still, Princess, or we’ll end up with blood all over the fabric from me pricking you.”

Baby 5 watched patiently as Giolla pinned fabric in place as it sat on Antonia’s thin frame. She had been going through a growth spurt, making the clothes that she had fit only a few months before become too snug.

“I don’t know why I have to wear such things if Uncle Doffy wears what he does,” Antonia huffed. She kept her arms raised as Giolla went around her waist, cinching and pinning with gusto. “You make them tight to start.”

“I make them perfectly, thank you, and you need to look your best if you’re going to be on official business for the Young Master.”

“The official business he sends me on is boring,” Antonia pouted. “I enjoy training instead—why can’t I stay behind and train?”

“A princess needs more than just battle training, Nia,” Baby 5 reminded her.

“Yes,” Giolla agreed with half a chuckle. She glanced over at Baby 5 with a wicked grin, knowing how much it pained the younger woman to be following around Antonia. “You don’t have the luxury of only learning how to fight if you’re going to become the Young Master’s heir. You need to know how to dazzle a crowd and win them over.”

“I don’t want to dazzle.”

“Too bad; it’s all part of the job. Be glad you get a whole year of practice before being thrown to the nobles.” Giolla grunted in reluctance—it was going to be close enough. “We’ll make a real princess out of you yet, you silly little terror.”

“Dellinger is little!”

“…and you’re still a terror! Now hold still…”

As Antonia attempted to not move, Baby 5 did her best to not scream in frustration.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Baby 5 did not like the Levely.

Granted, Antonia didn’t either, but it felt especially uncomfortable for the older teen. She had been given the assignment of being Antonia’s lady-in-waiting, staying by her side as Doflamingo mingled and cavorted amongst the Celestial Dragons that regarded him coolly and the nobility that tried to hide their contempt.

“A wonderful place, don’t you agree?” he asked flatly as he sipped at wine. The three were off in a quiet corner, keeping to themselves for a while. “My cousins have definitely spared no expense for our homecoming.”

“…but Uncle Doffy,” Antonia frowned, “they don’t act like they’re our cousins.”

“That is because your grandpapa was a silly man, and gods do not tolerate the silly.” His voice grew icier as he spoke, as though he was thinking back to a past wrong and his compliments were merely lies. Antonia grimaced at that before turning towards Baby 5 and smiling hopefully.

“Want to go check out the gardens?”

“Sounds like fun.” Baby 5 was only able to take one step before Doflamingo stuck his free hand out, stopping them. “What is the matter, Young Master?”

“Don’t be gone too long,” he warned. Bending down, he turned up Antonia’s chin with his pointer finger so she was looking at him. “I need you to be here when your great-great-aunt decides to finally dust herself off and ride over here.” Antonia smiled, and had almost turned around fully when someone else appeared on the balcony.

“Doflamingo. A word.”

Baby 5 did her best to not inhale sharply as she heard the man’s voice. Fuck, she knew she was growing pale and that she hadn’t been able to stop her eyes from going wide. She recognized that voice, that man, who she thought she’d never hear again, and he was right there.

“Ah, Fleet Admiral Sengoku, what timing,” Doflamingo nearly purred, mood completely flipped. Fuck. “I was just about to let the girls run off and play. Say hello.”

“Hello; my name is Donquixote Antonia.” She bobbed in a curtsey, one that their guest didn’t quite believe.

“A pleasure.” He then addressed Doflamingo, expression stone. “Your… daughter…?”

“Niece; I treat my brother’s child as my own now that he’s no longer around. You know how it goes.”

“Your… niece,” the older man mused. His eyes flicked from Antonia to Baby 5. “…and you are…?”

“A member of our Family at-large, but she is mostly a lady-in-waiting,” Doflamingo explained. “Fufufu, Baby 5, come, let the Fleet Admiral meet you.” Baby 5 stepped forward and curtsied silently. “Don’t be shy, Child… be kind to an old man who could be your Grandfather.”

It was only for a second, but Baby 5 saw a flash of realization pass over Sengoku’s face. He collected himself quickly and nodded. “A pair of young ladies like yourselves shouldn’t be too worried about what a pair of old men have to say. Go enjoy yourselves.”

“I’m Uncle Doffy’s heir, so maybe I should stay,” Antonia frowned. Sengoku opened his mouth to say something when Doflamingo cut him off.

“Love to stay and chat, Senny, but save it for another time,” the Warlord said. He had his gaze locked on an elderly woman riding on a slave’s shoulders, her stature diminutive enough to facilitate it without much strain on the lad and his blank stare. “Oh, Auntie Teolinda! Hell~llo~o! It’s been so long!” He pulled Antonia towards the woman, leaving Baby 5 and Sengoku together for a few brief moments.

“Child… I…”

“You never came for us,” Baby 5 hissed. “You missed our brother, but you still could have saved us… saved her…”

“It was not my place.”

“Some fucking Marine you are—you can’t even help some kids.”

“You don’t understand…”

“No, I understand perfectly.” Baby 5 glanced over at Doflamingo to see that he was still occupied in making his elderly relative visibly uncomfortable. “If you had only acted my sister would still be here. She wouldn’t believe she’s an entirely different person… we might be free…”

“You can still be; I have an associate who can pretend to recruit you into her unit…”

“That ship has sailed,” she said firmly, tears in her eyes. “You weren’t there back then and now…” She closed her eyes and exhaled heavily. “…you don’t deserve to be.”

“Rosinante wanted me to take care of you as though you were his children—you mean to say that now that my granddaughters are in reach, I cannot help them?”

“If Cora-san wanted that, then why didn’t you come for us?!”

“You think the world is simple, don’t you?” he replied, a darkness to his voice. “That I can just snap my fingers and things happen? That I don’t have protocol to follow and laws to uphold? That I cannot get into trouble for my actions?”

“It works well enough for Doflamingo.” Baby 5 began to storm off, stopped by Sengoku placing a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t touch me.”

“I want to help any way that I can, and I can now.” She looked him in the eyes, forcing herself to smile.

“I’m not leaving my sister alone, whether she knows why or not,” she said. “You had your chance. Now let me have mine.”

Baby 5 walked out of the Fleet Admiral’s grasp to go stand at Antonia’s side, politely engaging in conversation with the Donquixotes as though nothing was amiss. Her eyes met those of the slave who Doflamingo’s great-aunt was using as a perch, the young man not much older than her. His stare was dull at first, then sharpening to something akin to understanding that Baby 5 wished she hadn’t recognized. It was only there for a moment, but it was there all the same.

The slave knew, somehow, and he pitied her. She couldn’t think of anything more humiliating.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Thanking the seas that the Levely was somewhat-easily accessible from Dressrosa, Baby 5 sank into the large plush chair in her bedroom and let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. She hated being on the Numancia Flamingo, she hated being in such close quarters with her boss, and she hated the way he had paraded Antonia around as though to mock both Cora-san’s memory and the Celestial Dragons’ pride. Now that they were back she could figure out a way to decompress from everything before heading back out again, likely following Antonia as she made social calls to nearby islands. Elizabello II had expressed interest in introducing them both to younger members of his own family, hopeful that they could forge bonds of friendship with the new regime.

Figuring that things weren’t going to get done with her simply sitting, the young woman went and trudged over to where the servants left her traveling trunk. She began to take everything from it that needed laundering and tossed the pile onto her bed. It was almost all out when she heard something land awkwardly on the floor with a hard kathunk. Wait, what was that…?

She looked at her feet and saw a Den Den Mushi shell laying next to the trunk.

Huh… that was odd… Baby 5 put the rest of her laundry on her bed and crouched down to pick it up. The snail was asleep inside, though there was a small folded slip of paper attached to its shell. She brought the snail to the small habitat on a table where she kept a few other transponder snails and detached the note before setting the shell down next to some lettuce. Once she was sure it was awake and aware of the food, she opened the note, seeing that it was two numbers along with a message.

Top one is you. Bottom one is me. Call when you are ready.

“So never,” she whispered to herself. How Sengoku had managed it, she did not want to know, though what she did know was that she was not going to give him the satisfaction of caving to his whims.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

It was late as Baby 5 slipped into the small room, only the pale light from the window illuminating her way as she went to the barred alcove. Mansherry perked up as she realized who it was and ran to the bars happily.

“Oh, dere you are!” she gasped. “I was wurweed you couldn’t come!”

“I barely had time to come here,” Baby 5 admitted. “I’m getting sent on more and more missions to keep me away, I know I am. I’ve been told I need to choose a division to commit to soon and they’re all sizing me up.” She took from her pockets some food that she was able to put through between the bars—mostly bread and cheeses and small fruits—and waited for Mansherry to uncap her water tankard so she could fill it with the bottle she’d brought. “I leave early in the morning on another one.”

“How’s Wamee?”

“She’s…” Baby 5 frowned, angry that nothing had changed with time. “She still is not herself.”

“Still Pwincess Antonia?”

“Yeah. I can’t commit to one of the army divisions because… I think they’re going to make her Corazón soon, and I want to be there for her.”

“We’re sixteen—she can’t be a awmy commandur!”

“She still thinks she’s fourteen, and apparently age is not an issue.” With the water tankard full, Baby 5 pocketed the bottle and passed through some more items: a couple new dresses, dried tea leaves, fuel for her tiny stove, a sliver of soap, and a menstrual care kit. “This should last you for a couple weeks. If I’m not back in time, Viola will bring you more.”

“Could you find books?”

“I’m trying.” Baby 5 reached into the cage with her pointer finger, which Mansherry touched with her own hand. “One day; we’ll be free.”

“Yesh! We wiluh be fwee!”

If only either of them still believed it.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Law ran down the corridors of the Donquixote compound on Spider Miles, the building virtually untouched by time as he checked in the rooms.

Empty.

Empty.

Empty.

EMPTY.

“Where were you, Law-nii?” He turned as he heard a voice, sweet and innocent despite its accusation. His heart raced inside his chest; freshly inked skin almost fluttered with his heartbeat, anxiety ratcheting higher with each passing step.

“…Lami…?!”

“Where were you, Law-nii?” Behind him? No… “I needed you.”

“Lami, I tried…!”

“Why didn’t you try harder?”

“I did my best!” he breathed, trying to follow the sound of his youngest sister’s voice. “I came soon as I could!”

“It hurt… I was in pain…”

“Lami, I…!” Law stopped as he realized he was now in the Hall of Suites, everything barren. His entire body hurt down to his soul as he realized no amount of searching was going to turn up anything. A chill ran down his spine, turning his blood cold as the North Blue waters as he heard one final voice:

“Fufufu… come find us in Dressrosa, boy.”

Gasping, Law choked down a scream as he woke up from his nightmare, realizing that he’d kicked off his blanket in his sleep. He ignored it laying on the cabin floor as he went to his tiny washroom and vomited in the toilet—fuck, he needed to stop this. This was… he couldn’t think of how many times he’d thought about the day they finally sailed into Spider Miles looking for his sisters, and yet there was a sinking feeling it wasn’t going to be the last.

Air. That’s what he needed, some fucking air against his face. Law flushed the toilet, washed his face, and made the effort to trudge out of the captain’s quarters and made his way to the upper deck of the Polar Tang, the ship moored in a natural harbor hey had found by chance. As predicted, the gentle breeze calmed both his nerves and his stomach as he sat down on the edge of the deck. Most of his fledgling crew was sleeping under the stars on the beach—the only hospitable spit of land on the rocky outcropping—but he had elected to stay onboard. Him and…

Silently, a steaming mug appeared near Law’s face, the Germa 66 logo catching the corner of his eyes. He took it and let the ceramic warm his hands as Bepo sat down next to him, both of them leaning against the railing as their legs dangled over the side.

“Bad dream again?” the teenaged Mink wondered.

His captain sighed—not good enough.

“Was it Flevance?”

“It was…” Law hesitated, unsure how much he could unload without undoing the good the breeze was doing him. Going along would give him an out as it always did, but this… something about this time felt different. “Spider Miles.”

“There…? That was years ago now; it was empty.” Bepo paused and watched Law take a tentative sip of his herbal tea; still too hot. “You didn’t… you didn’t find anything there, did you?”

“No—I just missed someone.”

“Yeah…?”

“…yeah.”

The pair stayed quiet for a while, simply staring out at the beach in one another’s company. Eventually, Law leaned over and let himself rest against Bepo’s arm, soft and warm against the night air.

“My younger sister should be your age,” he confessed. If anyone deserved to know, it was Bepo. “She died… likely a couple years ago at this point.”

“You… you never told us you had a sister.”

“Two, actually,” he admitted. Ah, finally, the tea was drinkable. “We found our middle sister after we escaped Flevance, but neither of them could run from Doflamingo. That’s why I trained all these years: so I could get them back. Now…” He didn’t need to voice his disappointment—it had been evident back then by the empty headquarters. “All I can hope for is that they made my younger sister comfortable in the end and let the middle one go off on her own. I doubt it, but you never know.”

Bepo nodded pensively. “Is that why you were so upset when Doflamingo wasn’t here?”

“Yeah.” Law swallowed hard as he stared into his mug; how many times had Bepo done this for him and yet now he was finally explaining himself?“If they’re in the Grand Line, then who knows when we could catch up to them, if that’s even possible. It’s long been too late for Lami—I’m never going to see her again.”

“…and your other sister…?”

“I… I don’t know. Maybe…” He took another sip of the tea and exhaled heavily. “I love them both so much… it’s nothing against you or the guys, but they’re my last connections to life before this… I just want to know that they’re okay… that Lami died without pain and Baby 5 is looking for me.”

“Baby 5…?”

“Yeah… most people where we were used codenames. I didn’t, but she did, to the point I don’t even remember her real name. We mostly called her Bee though…”

“She’s your sister and you don’t remember her real name?”

“Her life was better under Doflamingo, if you’ll believe it, so she swore to never use her old name again,” Law explained. Bepo nodded silently at that—it was understandable.

“Maybe… she’s gonna be wherever my brother is,” the Mink offered. He fidgeted slightly. “You know… my Mink brother…”

“Zepo, I remember,” Law hummed. Mmm… the tea was hitting the spot. “Then we’ll get a cool fuzzy older brother too, it sounds like.”

“Yeah…” Bepo leaned against the railing, looking at the inky black water of the harbor. “Funny how I left Zou thinking I might be an only child. Once we get Zepo back, I’ll be one of seven!”

“Six,” Law corrected gently. “You’ll be the youngest too.”

“Even if Lami were around?”

“Yeah; she was born in Spring.”

“Do… um… do Penguin and Shachi know about this…?” Law glanced over at Bepo and saw that the Mink was nervous.

“No; the fewer people who know the better, like with Flevance.”

“What if I can’t take care of you like this?” Bepo worried. “What if I get sick? Or there’s an emergency and I can’t leave the navigation room?”

“I’ll say what I always have,” Law shrugged. “Spider Miles, Flevance, my time in the garbage… they’re all just dreams now.”

“Sorry, but, that doesn’t mean you have to suffer alone.”

“It’s a little more complicated than that.” Huh—the mug was empty. “Thanks—I appreciate it, as always.”

“I know.” Bepo looked at the crew and chuckled softly. “How many more people do you think we need?”

“Hard saying, but I want to get to the Grand Line relatively soon—rumor has it that the first half’s sailing mechanism is a bitch to navigate.”

At least that got a snicker out of the Mink. Maybe one day Law would convince Bepo to stop worrying about him, but unfortunately—if such a day did exist—it couldn’t come fast enough.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“Fufufu, Antonia my darling, there is something that I want you to do.”

Both Baby 5 and Viola tried to not visibly react to Doflamingo’s chilling statement. The three stopped their game of cards as the youngest looked over at their leader; everyone not on assignment was in the grand sitting room that evening, their stares now on either their leader or his niece.

“What is it?” Antonia wondered. “Do you need another drink?”

“No,” he claimed, fluffing the letter in his hands for emphasis. “There is an envoy coming in from Wano in the morning. I need you to show him around.”

“…an envoy…?” She licked her lips as she pondered the thought. “Is this about the SMILEs?”

“It is,” he confirmed. “He’s a former MADs scientist who wants to check in on the growing process. Unfortunately, I have to leave early for a Warlord meeting. You can handle it, can you?”

“Young Master,” Diamante frowned, “you can’t expect her to show around Queen the Plague without any prior introduction. She is still a child, and although I know he’d… behave around her, Queen is a handful on the best of days.”

“I was younger than her when this group was founded, so therefore she is more than old enough,” Doflamingo reasoned. “If you do this well, my darling, then I believe you will be able to take your rightful place.”

“You can’t be joking,” Trebol sniffled. “I thought we were saving that seat…”

“…for my brother’s child, my niece, my heir.” He let a grin crawl across his face, splitting it in two with his unnaturally-white teeth. “What do you say? Wish to finally prove yourself worthy of the Heart Seat? Show that you can keep life beating within the organization?”

Antonia’s chest swelled with pride and excitement—of course.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

In the end, after a plain and uneventful visit from one of Kaidou’s Headliners, Donquixote Antonia officially became the Corazón.

The ceremony was quiet and subdued, quite unlike any of Doflamingo’s other ventures in every meaningful way. Instead, Antonia swore her allegiance to the Heart Seat, to the Family, to Doflamingo himself, making the appointment almost as secretive as the job of the Heart.

While in turn, later that night, with only Viola as their witness, Baby 5 pledged herself to the Heart Army as she finally made her choice.

She chose her sister.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

The week had been… tolerable, Viola found, as Doflamingo had been off touring Wano along with most of the Executives, seeing how their work was being put to use. She did not like that Antonia had gone along, but that had been bound to happen sooner than later. Besides, the girl believed herself to be sixteen… trying to get her to do anything she didn’t want to was such a mess that it was barely worth the effort some days.

When it boiled all down to it, however, Viola was simply glad she could almost pretend that she was going about doing real government and royal work, not the false pretenses they actually were. She went into her office, where she found a News Coo sitting outside the window on the ledge. She let the bird in and took the newspaper from it, offering a few strokes of its feathers and some water before it flapped off. For as lurid as the paper was, it was still good for her to attempt to keep up on current events. Opening it up, she saw a small handful of pirate bounties flutter to her desk—more upstarts and children attempting to make names for themselves, not understanding that their bright light would soon be snuffed out. Many were not worth nothing—most were still in the Cardinal Blues and had yet to traverse Reverse Mountain—yet one name out of the North caught her eye.

Trafalgar Law

Captain of the Heart Pirates

One hundred fifty million beri

Feeling ill, Viola rolled up the poster and left her office, wandering around the palace until she found Baby 5 in the training room, beating up a weighted dummy without the use of her Devil Fruit. The older woman waited until she stopped before approaching her.

“What’s the matter?” Baby 5 asked. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“You’re about to as well.” Viola handed over the poster and watched as Baby 5 unfurled it, the latter visibly in shock as she saw the photo. Once Baby 5’s knees began to buckle, Viola caught her, helping her over towards the bench. They sat next to one another as Baby 5 stared at the bounty poster, holding it shakily in her fingers.

“I can’t believe it…” she squeaked, tears falling from her face. “He’s alive… Law-nii is alive…!”

“I wonder what he knows about us and this place… what he knows about Antonia…” Viola mused. She gently rubbed Baby 5’s back, moving her hand in soothing circles. “Hey… you were the best sort of wrong, now weren’t you?”

“He’s alive…” Baby 5 sobbed. She leaned against Viola, who kept her arm around her as she let everything go. “He’s alive… and he’s a pirate… and he… and he…”

“Now, now; we don’t know what will happen,” Viola crooned. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, which she gave to Baby 5 to blow her nose. “I’m sure he’s going to build as much strength as he can so he can come to Dressrosa and save his dear little sisters.”

“Sister,” Baby 5 replied. She hiccuped as the tears continued to flow. “I’m sure he thinks that Lami-chan is dead, with Doflamingo controlling what images of her get taken and used… in a way, she already is…”

Suddenly, a sharp sting hit across Baby 5’s face as her face whipped to the side. She touched her cheek as she turned to stare at Viola, the older woman’s nostrils flaring in anger.

“That is your sister, your germana, your zus…” she hissed lowly. “Do not tell me she is dead, nena. As long as Antonia still breathes, Lami has hope.”

“Who has hope…?” The pair looked towards the door to see Antonia, the young Corazón having just walked into the conversation.

“I do,” Baby 5 lied. She saw that Antonia was clutching a piece of paper in her hand and she frowned. “What’s that?”

“Oh, this? Uncle Doffy showed it to me.” Antonia unfolded the paper and handed it to Baby 5, who almost dropped it.

Law’s bounty poster.

“Oh, I see you’ve got a copy too!” Antonia realized, seeing the other poster. “He said I was too little to remember this Trafalgar person before he left, but that he had been in the lead to replace Papa before the Marines killed him.”

“Did he now?” Viola wondered.

“Supposedly. Do you remember that, Bee?”

“Hard to say—there were plenty of kids coming in and out of the Family back then,” Baby 5 said. Because it had been true; before Law settled in and solidified the group, dozens of children and young teen had attempted to join the Donquixote Pirates. “He would have been about that age, it looks like.”

“Really? Huh.” Antonia licked her lips as she thought, looking at the bounty posters in Baby 5’s hands. “The other Executives said he was also around Papa when he died. Uncle Doffy made it sound odd when talking about it.” She then took back her copy of the bounty poster and frowned at it. “I’m sure I’ll figure out what he means soon enough. Say, did we get any onigiri rice back in while I was gone?”

“Plenty,” Viola offered. “I saw it delivered this morning.”

“Alright—onigiri party,” Antonia grinned. “I’ll start scrounging for fillings. See you in ten?”

“Make it twenty—I’m kind of gross.”

“Sounds good!” Antonia left and Viola and Baby 5 both stared at one another in horror.

“I… I’ll tell Mansherry tonight,” Viola offered. Baby 5 nodded—yes. That would be nice.

It was going to be all she could do to keep it together until their brother came.

[entertainmentgirl80]

KoKo's & Bobby's Special Day (Robert "Bob" Floyd X Plus-Size F!Reader) 👰🏾🤵💒💙

Robert "Bob" Floyd X Black Curvy Plus Size F!Reader (Nickname: KoKo)

Warning: Lot Of Fluff, Hangman Being Hangman, Making Love (Yes I'm Talking About Sex) lol, Expecting Pregnancy, A Time Jump, & Hint Of Talking About Race

Part 2:

3 years ago after Bob proposed to KoKo, you & the girls (Phoenix, Penny, & Amelia) are at the dress shop in downtown looking for a dress for you, while you at the plus-size section where the dresses are, suddenly you found the perfect dress that you been looking for:

"Hey guys I'm found the dress that I'll been looking for" you said

"It's beautiful KoKo, that perfect for you I think you should try it on" Penny said to her

6 seconds later, KoKo did try the dress on and it's fit her curves perfectly, the women was admired her while she trying the dress on. So after KoKo got her wedding dress & the women got their maid dresses too, they all went to the salon getting their pedicures & manicures done before the wedding tomorrow.

Meanwhile, Bob & the guys (Hangman, Rooster, Coyote, Payback, & Fanboy) are at the tuxedo place in downtown to trying on their outfits on before the big day tomorrow.

"I'm can't believe our baby on board is getting married tomorrow" Hangman said

"I know right Bagman but hey at least we are a family and we love KoKo she very sweet and she been good to Bobby boy since they know each other since 3 years now." Payback said to Hangman

"Hey when we gonna have the cake come though and what kind of favor though?" Fanboy said

"Tomorrow morning they gonna drop it off at the venue before the reception after the wedding and it's chocolate cake" said Bob

"Soooooo is KoKo's family members are coming to the wedding tomorrow?" Payback said to Bob

"Yes her mom & some of her cousins from her dad's side, also her aunt (who she staying at home) are coming, idk about her other aunts, uncles, cousins or even her older sister too they probably gonna be busy and stuff like that though" Said to Bob.

"Oh okay that a big family she got though." Rooster said to Bob while putting his clothes back on after he try his suit on.

"But you know what how we gonna celebrate Bob's last time being single?" Said Hangman

"What?" Coyote said

"A BATCHELOR PARTY!!!" Hangman said while he being so excited

"Okay Bagman, I don't want no stripper sitting on my face like that or KoKo will be upset at me." Bob said to Hangman

"Trust me Bobby boy you won't get in trouble, just relax and have fun with us boys tonight okay?" Hangman said to Bob with a devilish smirk smile

"Okay Hangman, I trust you." said to Bob

Later That Evening...

⭑･ﾟﾟ･*:༅｡.｡༅:*ﾟ:*:✼✿

After a long day of girl bonding while shopping some wedding stuff before tomorrow, y'all back at Penny's crib to chill for minutes before head out for a night out, while y'all chilling and Penny is on the phone with Maverick, Nat (aka Phoenix) is looking at Koko while she sitting outside on the patio, while she walking towards behind her, she said "do you mind I'm sit with you?" She said to Koko, "It's a free country" Koko said to Nat while she smiled at her, after some hours of silence while sitting looking at the view of the ocean, Nat asking Koko about Bob and how she & him fell hard for him:

"Koko what it's like to be in love, I mean how did you two have chemistry between you & Bob felt like you never felt like that before?" Nat said to you.

"We just click individually it's like dogs & cats getting along with each other you know." You said while you chuckled.

"That the best damn ideology that you ever said to me tonight how you described y'all love for each other." Said Nat to you while she chuckled back and she give you the biggest hug ever while y'all sitting there staring at the view, she said "thank you for taking care of my wingman and make him the happiest man that he can be" Nat said to you. "Your welcome love and I'm love him so much that he treat me well, I'll want to be with him forever till the day I die". You said to Natasha and she give you the genuine smile while y'all still sitting there on the patio.

Meanwhile, The boys is setting up a bachelor party for Bob tonight before he getting married the next day.

"So are you ready for your wedding surprise Bobby boy?" Hangman said to Bob while having the infamous Seresin smirk on his face.

"Ready that I'm ever be Hangman." Bob said to Seresin while rolling his eyes

While everyone is chilling at the party till a doorbell rings and one of the guys open the door and saw a woman dressing up as a military officer (which is a stripper by the way), while she came in she said "Which one of you is Bob?" And they point at him while he drinking a beer, so the rest of the night was wild that evening.

Fast Forward The Big Day.....

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KoKo is getting ready to walk down the aisle, Phoenix, Penny, & the rest of the women are getting ready too as well, so while KoKo is excited about getting married to the love of her life, she is little nervous that she thinking about her father is not gonna be here to help her walk down the aisle with her or seeing having a first child with the man she love but she knows her father is smiling down from the heaven and he know he very proud of her that she becoming the woman who she is now. After she snap back to reality because of that similar southern drawl accent you almost recognize "Hey y'all are ready?" Said to Hangman while he standing in his tux & his hair slick back looking handsome as always. "Ready as I ever be, so how do I look?" You said towards to Hangman, "Beautiful like a damn princess darlin." He said to you with a classic hangman wink . " Thank you Jake" you said while you smile back at him.

When the ceremony is starting, the rest of people rising up from sitting and have their eyes on KoKo looking stunning in her wedding gown while Hangman is holding her walking towards down the aisle, after she walked down the aisle towards to Bob and Jake give her a sweet kiss peck on her cheek and he give her away to him.

"Robert do you take Korria seriously to be your awfully wedding wife?"

"I Do" said to Bob

"And Korria do you take Robert seriously to be your awfully wedding husband?"

"I Do" you said

"By the power invest in me, I'm announces you as husband & wife, you may kiss the bride."

As Bob smiles and stepped forward, grabbing your face gently and kissing you while everybody cheering & clapping loudly as y'all smiled each other.

While everyone is having a good time at the reception, you & Bob are cuddling the day away till y'all hit the dance floor, during the waltz yall was whispering each other and telling y'all "I love yous" while y'all dancing and enjoying each other's company. After the reception is over y'all bout to head out while y'all on the way to the hotel in a limousine, Bob is being flirty while he put his hand on your thigh and he complimented you that how beautiful you are and he can't wait to take off that dress on you and make love to you. That makes Koko blush even more that the person who she truly in love with is who never seen a side of him before, but you know what they said about them quiet ones though. So later that night while y'all at the hotel during honeymoon: you got out of the bathroom wearing a lingerie that you got off from Savage X Fenty (which is owned by Rihanna which is her favorite female celebrity that she liked) with some matching black lace panties that go with it and Bob saw you how you looked, he was memorized of her beauty & her curves that he love:

"God you is fucking beautiful honey and I'm thank goodness that you made for me" Bob said to Koko

"Thank you baby" you said to Bob while it's making your cheeks blush even more, so Bobby got up from the bed and stepped forward toward to KoKo and he put his hand on her face & his other hand around her curvy wrist, starting to kiss her but it's was a passionate but gentle kiss from him though so after he kissed you, he said "listen I'm know this is our first time having sex as husband & wife but I'm wanna take it nice & slow to make sure you are comfortable and not rushing you know?" That is when Koko's fell in love with him hard is because of his shyness but sweet demeanor.

"We not gonna rush Bobby, thank you for understanding & the patience that you have on me you know?" You said to Bob

"Your welcome darlin, you know I'm just can't believe that you are all mine, it's like a dream come true." Bob said to you

"I know right, I'm can't believe it either but on second thought you know what I thinking?" You said to Bob

"What is it?" Bob said to you

"Take me to bed Mr. Floyd" you said to Bob as you wrapped around your arms around his neck

"Yes ma'am Mrs. Floyd off the bed to go." Bob said to you

As he laid you down in the bed at first to make sure you comfortable, after y'all got in the bed. Bob is starting to progress is to undress you after he undressed you out of the lingerie, he starting to do foreplay on you: like touching & kissing on you though your body and it's making you shivers because the way he touch on you it's like fireworks exploded during 4th of July while warming up during a intimate moment between you & Bob, then he starting to finger you in your vagina out of nowhere and it's making you moaning till you starting getting wet down there for him but lowkey you know you like it. After he making you cum, Bob wanna taste that creampie between your legs after he fingered you down there. But now the finale dessert of the evening is that you want Bob go inside you and he didn't waste no time to take off his boxers and the first time you see his dick (which is hard as a rock & lengthy too also) so he hop back in the bed while you laying there still naked, as he on top of you, y'all two said y'all little hellos:

"Hey" you said while laying there naked

"Hi there gorgeous" Bob said back to you

After y'all two said y'all little greetings, he starting to put his tip inside of you, at first it's was a little unpleasant under there but he make sure you that it's be painless the best he can.

"Ready, my sweet girl?" Bob said to you

"Yes, my love I'm ready" you said to him back

After hours of making love in the bed, y'all two starting to get tired so after y'all finished, Bob run the warm shower water after y'all made a little mess in the bed, while during showering he kiss you on your temple, showing you more love & affection that a man would ever had on his wife before in a intimate moment like this.

Time Jump: 5 Years Later:

You already graduating from college but now y'all are home owners of the house that y'all brought for your future family in San Diego, California, also now working at home, during her work on her tablet, Koko felt something awful in her stomach so she went to the toilet to throw up and she quickly having a thought that she might be pregnant, so she went to the store grab 3 or 4 pregnancy tests and then she went back home to try all 4 of them till both of them turned positive. That make Koko excited but nervous at the time because this is gonna be her & Bob's first child together, also she want to make sure her unborn child is need the love & affection like she want it to be but also understanding that the child is gonna be biracial so she wanna make sure that he or she don't wanna felt like a outsider as well but she know that her & Bob did talk about having children. Plus she did have the talk about race with him because he have to remember that he white and she black so he understands and empathize where Koko is coming from though because what going on today's society because how people can be. After Bob come home from work from Top Gun, you greeted him after he came in with a big hug & a kiss on the lips telling him how his day at Top Gun was:

"Hey Honey" you said to Bob

"Hey Baby" Bob said back to you after he got in the house

"How was work today?" You said to him

"It's good but same old" he said back to you

"Honey I'm got you a little present" you said to him while getting something out of the bathroom

"Oh really what is it, if is that gaming chair that you been looking for you know we can get it till" Bob said to you till he stop on his tracks

"What in the little bag, sweetheart?" he said to you

"Open it" you said to him

"A p-pregnancy test??" He said to you while he was shocked

"Yes baby you gonna be a daddy!!" You said to him while you were happy but nervous at the same time

"Oh honey I'm can't believe you been hiding it till now so that why you been feeling not good especially when we eating last night why you didn't tell me though?" Bob said to you

"I'm didn't want to impose because of your work schedule or stuff you like to do after work or-" Koko said to you till he stop you from talking

"Baby listen, you know all my life I'm always want to be a father but also never thought I'll dreamed that it would come the right time with the right person till you show up to bright my life up and make me feel I'm can be myself don't matter how awkward or nerdy that I am, you make me feel love that i never felt like this before when I'm with you." Bob said to you while he expressed his feelings to you.

"Baby boy I'm glad that I found you, you been with me through the ups & downs regardless how bad situations can be sometimes but you always comfort me to make sure that everything is gonna be okay and we gonna get through this don't matter what weather is coming our way so I cherished that for the rest of our lives for that I love you till the wheels fall off." You said to Bob

"I love you too baby forever & always" Bob smiles to you while he hugging you & kissing on your forehead in the kitchen. ❤

A/N: Well this is the final chapter of this story, I'm can't believe it's finally over but I really like this storyline and I hope people gonna like it till next time yall. 😘😌

[fereldanwench]

1 and 4 for the couple questions! Really curious about these! 👀

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Oooh, I love these ones! 💙 You've unlocked The Rambling, haha. It's gonna be a long one:

1. What do they think of each other’s family? And how does the family feel?

Goro doesn't really have to worry too much about assimilating into a new family because most of Valerie's biological family is either dead or estranged by the time they meet. 😅 She's an only child, her father died in 2058, and her mother died in 2063. Valerie does have some aunts, uncles, and cousins on her mother's side, but they live on the east coast of NUSA, and she hasn't seen them since she was about 11.

The only two blood relatives she has in Night City are her uncle, Ed, who is her father's oldest brother, and his adult daughter, who I'm still working on and doesn't have an official name yet. 😅 Ed is kind of a piece of shit--He runs with the 6th Street, but he's basically a low-level goon who deals drugs to kids. The last time he saw Valerie was around 2075 when he got wind that she was doing very well for herself and tried to get money from her.

I have been thinking about a way for Valerie and Goro to meet him for some reason during the in-game timeline, but I don't have anything solid at the moment. Goro and Ed would not get along at all, but Valerie isn't fond of him either, so no love lost there. (Nameless cousin is still a total mystery to me--Currently leaning towards a journalist, but I have no idea.)

And of course there's Mama Welles. Valerie's relationship with Mama Welles was always just a little tense--Valerie was just not used to having a mother figure that involved in her life and personal business, and even though Mama Welles always meant well, it could be a little smothering to Valerie. But they do stay in touch even after Jackie dies, and Valerie does bring Goro over for at least one good homecooked meal when they're in Night City.

Mama Welles is a little wary of Goro's allegiances at first, but Goro puts on the gentlemanly charm and wins her over pretty quickly. She sees he cares very deeply for Valerie, and she's glad her pseudo-surrogate daughter has someone in her life that makes her happy.

As for Valerie with Goro's family... I'm holding off on anything solid about Goro's family until Phantom Liberty. If CDPR gives us nothing here, I'll headcanon Goro a whole ass family tree, but I'll give Sir Weber a little more time to share his official backstory before I make up my own. 😅

However! @lizzy--wizzy gave me an absolutely adorable idea about Valerie meeting Goro's father for the first time, and I would love to make something like this a part of their canon: Basically, Goro comes back to Japan after several years living in NUSA with this gorgeous, tall, bright blue-haired woman at his side, and his father looks up at her and then at Goro and is like "You just disappeared to another country for 10 years and then you come back home married to a supermodel???? Explain."

4. How do they compare to each other’s exes? Are they the same “type” or an upgrade/something different?

Man, I'm overflowing with thoughts on this one--I don't even know where to start, haha.

I guess I'll start with their romantic/sexual pasts for some context:

Valerie slept around a lot in her early-to-mid 20s, and she was not particularly discerning about who she shared a bed with during that time. It was very much a maladaptive coping mechanism from dealing with feeling abandoned and isolated after losing her parents, losing her job, losing her status, losing her (admittedly shitty and fair-weather) friends as a result of losing her status--Basically after losing any sense of direction in her life. She was very lonely but also didn't want to really let anyone in emotionally. The majority were just one-night stands with anyone she thought was hot and into her.

She didn't even really consider pursuing a long-term relationship until she was in her late 20s/early 30s, but by then she was also working for Arasaka which demanded a lot of her time. Most of those relationships were with other corpos who understood the grind and tended to all be emotionally unavailable one way or another, and they usually only lasted a few months, tops. Valerie did often gravitate towards people who could be a little prickly on the outside--She loves the little victory of getting a smile out of a sarcastic grump.

Then when Valerie decided to go sober, dating became even harder since going out for drinks or doing ~*luxury drugs*~ were such a huge part of the corporate dating scene. She was almost completely celibate for about two years.

Valerie and Viktor did briefly have a thing after she was fired from Arasaka, but between his own intimacy issues and her kind of using him for a sense of comfort after her life got thrown upside down again, that one also didn't last more than a few months.

As for Goro: much like with his family, I'm holding off a little long until I commit to anything concrete for Goro's romantic past, but I've indulged here a little more:

I absolutely love the idea of Goro being a wild playboy during his youth, so I think he probably had his fair share of indiscriminate flings as well until he found that 'Saka discipline. I could see him also having, like, one fairly serious relationship when he was young but starting to settle down a bit, but it fell through for whatever reason: Goro had to commit fully to Arasaka, that partner got married off to someone else, etc. Pick your tragedy.

I don't think he was ever married, though, and I think once he became Saburo's bodyguard, Goro didn't even entertain the idea of having a long-term romantic relationship. I think it would have been highly discouraged if not outright banned.

I do think he would occasionally enjoy the company of others, though, with the explicit understanding that it couldn't be more than sex (maybe dinner if he really liked them). Probably with other high-level Arasaka employees who were in a similar position but still craved physical companionship from time to time. I think he'd be drawn to people who were at least like him on the outside--Reserved with refined taste and a clear understanding of their purpose in the organization--But deep down he craves connection with someone more spirited who could challenge him.

So, to finally answer the actual question, lmao: How do they compare to each other's exes?

In both cases they're mostly something different, but that's also mostly because they never really let themselves have relationships with someone who they could deeply connect with. They are each other's type--They just tried to deny it to themselves for most of their lives.

(Goro is more oblivious and then surprised by his attraction to Valerie than vice versa, though. 😅 Valerie is like "Of course I fall in love with the most unattainable man in the world while I'm actually dying. This is exactly why I don't want to have any feelings." And Goro is more like "It is not love. I just trust her with my entire life, and often my stomach feels weird when she smiles at me, but it is just something I ate in this shithole of a city. Probably.")

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[storiesofsvu]

incoming personal rant about family bullshit, minor work bullshit and holiday bullshit. you're more than welcome to read/reply, you're also more than welcome to scroll on by, feel free to ignore my venting, i just need to get it out

so, as y'all know already, xmas is an extremely stressful and busy time, esp at work and in the industry. we have extra shifts, longer shifts, more complicated functions, everyone's tired, everyone's cold, everyone's sick of the entitled guests. we had group in on tuesday that had a $4500.00 bill and they didn't want to tip the service staff....

2 weeks ago i finally picked up when my mother called because i was finally #1: awake when she called, and #2: not at work and #3: had the mental energy to DEAL with the conversation. she said that my aunt was going out to sask to see my one cousin and we were invited, i declined (and already had) because it's like a fucking 18hr drive, and i didn't want to fly (and that wouldn't have helped, like, look at the airports). she asked if i thought i would come up there (for reference, it's important to know that i do not drive). i said no, i had a bunch of extra shifts, i only had three days off and wanted to spend them doing nothing, relaxing etc. she asks if i want her to come down here, i say no, that i only have three days off and already have plans with the girls from work who also aren't going home to have drinks, order pizza and watch shitty hallmark movies (not a lie).

I FIND OUT TODAY THAT SHE'S FUCKING COMING DOWN TO "SURPRISE" ME FUCKING TOMORROW. ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS??!!!

She didn't ask, she didn't tell, she's assuming she can stay with me, and i don't know how long she's planning on staying for. Thanks to numbers at work and cuts I managed to get a full 8 days off and I planned on doing NOTHING but catching up on writing and reading, drinking, watching my tv shows and relaxing, ALONE in my empty house cause the roomate would be gone home to family for xmas.

Not only that but i was supposed to be working tonight, i just got cut because i was the third bartender in and theres only 70 ppl. So i would have been out until like, 3, 4 am, up untl probably 5/6 or later, and sleeping until 5pm. THERE IS NO FUCKING BUFFER IN THERE BETWEEN WORK AND BEING FOCED TO HOST SOMEONE WHO I DO NOT WANT IN MY FUCKING HOUSE ESPECIALLY RIGHT NOW.

not to mention i do NOT have anywhere for her to sleep. i'm not giving up my room, i'm not giving her parker's room (technically i own the bed, but like, it's parker's space, you don't get to sleep there or even look in there). there was a futon in the house last year because sam owned it. like, if she thinks she's sleeping on the couch? girl. i couldn't do more than 2 nights on your couch at 30, i doubt you'll enjoy this shitty couch for sleeping at 73... ALSO, last year she went creepign down the hall all "i'm just gonna snoop into your bedrooms" like.. FUCK YOU, NO! Like, MAYBE you deserve to be able to look into my room cause i'm your daughter, but guess what, you have NO right to look at my roomates space?? esp cause both rooms were dirty and the mess from the rest of the house was shoved in there, like, fuck you, you're so fucking invasive.

I have been battling burnout, being sick, and other work bullshit for over a month now. Thanks to having tonight off I at least have time to try and process her coming, and now i get to spend my one buffer day riddled with anxiety, panic cleaning the house and all that shit rather than ENJOYING my fucking holiday?!!?? like FFS. i no longer get to enjoy even my first day off?

she has no clue what my schedule is, she has no idea what my plans are, like i could be out of town with the besties, i could already be planning to spend xmas with someone else's family, or friends, parker and i could be hosting a giant "orphans christmas", yet you think you have the right to just fucking show up on my doorstep and barge into my fucking life when i told you not to just because you're my parent!???

spoiler alert: you don't have that right.

there's a reason i moved away. there is a reason i no longer go home for holidays, there is a reason i rarely talk to anyone from my family. and shit like this? is *just* going to make it fucking worse.

tl;dr: i'm fucking livid and wanted to spend the next week getting as much writing done but apparently imma have to play host even though i didn't ask for it.

and please don't you fucking dare come into my inbox or the replies all "awwe but you should be happy that she cares, you should be happy that she wants to spendtime with you, you should be..." no... you don't know shit about our relationship and if you'd like to hear why i dislike my family so much i will gladly give you some examples.

[toastess-with-the-mostess]

I'm gonna try to get my thoughts in order for this Larmina whump, I'm starting with her first because she's so whumpable it's crazy

This is kinda going to be a timeline of whump ig, that's the easiest way to explain everything I have for this pathetic little girl <3 Read more under the cut

Starting off stating this all this is fanon here, I like to think Larmina got to the team while the war was still happening. I don't see her as blood related to Allura any more than Allura and Romelle are, especially because I hc Larmina to be Polluxian

Maybe Pollux started having a war of its own so being royalty/nobility would place Larmina in a real bad spot, so she was sent off to Allura likely because Romelle had a hand into where she would go for protection Even though she isn't super related to Allura she is still considered to be an heir because after she got to the castle she was the only other royal there to take the throne in case Allura died

So now she's in a new place, still being attacked at least weekly, she doesn't know anybody, doesn't and/or can barely understand the language being spoken, and is now in line for the throne she was never supposed to take in the first place As she grows up, the war finishes, she is still seen as next in line for the throne, but now Allura can take up being queen. Except her royal studies keep going, they get more intensive and still prepare her for taking the throne. The throne that Princess Allura, the princess who crawled out of an underground tunnel like a rat, helped rebuild her left for dead planet and freed the universe from the enslavement and rule of the Drule Empire, still holds.

So yeah no pressure, just trying to fit in the shadow of a living legend (ty @duladear for reminding me that she's an heir and absolutely would have problems with it), but she made friends with the pilots and was doing well even if Coran decided to isolate her like he did Allura because she refused to marry if it wasn't for love, so Larmina was still next in line, in case that day never came. What came instead were her only friends, her family really, leaving her in the dust, alone and confused as to why she wasn't told a thing. She was closest to Pidge, he trained her to be a ninja which bonded them closer and was near his age, so she saw him like a favorite cousin or an older brother that'd make fun of her relentlessly but protect her no matter what. He was always truthful to her and never hid information because he knew the feeling of being left in the dark. Except he did just that when Wade took over, and she didn't even know why. Now she truly was alone in a castle where not even her aunt would come help her, being too busy fixing that broken planet they were on.

That's when she started her attitude change, she was always intense and stubborn, but now it was turned full blast. She found what she liked and stuck to it, changed her wardrobe to get as far as possible from what really felt like her destiny, sitting on a throne too big for her, always to be compared to her aunt and never being good enough to show she was different. Now a new war came, and new friends, she finally interacted with people her age and she was coming out of her metal shell and forced isolation. Her family came back too and everyone was so different, Pidge had changed radically, and she couldn't even see her favorite person in him now. So she pushed them all away because she was different too, and she was tired of taking orders that didn't involve her choosing what she wanted to do.

She thought she wanted to be on the voltron force, to fight for her adoptive planet, to do some good with her own two hands. Except she didn't even like the damn lions, she hated the flying, she hated the teamwork, and the cockpits only set off her claustrophobia which messed her up even more. Sometimes she thinks if she's really at home with Arus, or if going back to her war ridden planet of Pollux would be better because she'd finally do what she wanted, and maybe find the parents she felt had abandoned her with no reason why