#my father in law had to come and help me drive the car to the mechanic

[fashionablyfyrdraaca]

power steering went on my car today and thank fuck it happened while i was parked for an appointment. if it had happened while i was driving, i'd probably be fucking dead as a doornail

[thezombieprostitute]

The Arrangement

Summary: Jake's done a lot of things to keep his sister, and then his niece, safe from his parent's influence and manipulation. If he wants to keep them safe, he has to marry you.

Warnings: Bad parents, Disgusting comments of a sexual nature. Let me know if I missed any!

Chapter 1 -- Chapter 3

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Your mother rushes into your room, followed by her many assistants. "It's today," she tells you. You give her a confused look and she rolls her eyes. "The marriage. It's happening today so you'd best dress up. My ladies will do your hair and makeup so you can look somewhat decent for your new husband."

"Yes, mother," is all you can say. Any attempts at pointing out you'd had no notice would be futile. And should you dare try to state a preference in your looks it would be immediately dismissed, paired with an insult. Best to just comply and do as she says. You make sure to follow the instructions of the hair and makeup team. They have to put up with your mother, too, so you always try to be polite to them.

As soon as they finish your mother shoves you in front of a mirror. "There," she coos. "Don't you look so lovely?"

You think you look like a clown. Like a lesser copy of her. "Yes, mother. Thank you."

"Would have gotten you a better dress but you refused to lose weight," she sighs. You bite your tongue. The doctor said you were healthy, that should be enough. But not for her.

"Now," she continues, "we will be meeting your father and brother at the Jensen estate. Apparently they've already go the paperwork and notary crap sorted out. Remember to walk gracefully, be polite, and for the love of everything, smile. I don't need my daughter's wedding photos to look like a funeral had happened!"

"Yes, mother."

Jake is really trying to keep calm. His father, father-in-law and brother-in-law are all drinking to the "marriage" happening this afternoon. Apparently they're just waiting for the bride and her mother to finish getting ready. Jake is scared she's going to be just like his own mother: power hungry, demanding, backstabbing, cold. Meeting the bride's family has not helped assuage his concerns. If anything, it only further drives his conviction that he did the right thing, breaking his sister's engagement. The only thing keeping Jake calm is Clay's presence. Having an ally makes a world of difference.

Montgomery, his father-in-law, is already three drinks in. "And as a wedding gift to the happy couple, your father and I have purchased a penthouse and a car that you won't be embarrassed to be seen in."

"Are you ashamed to be seen in an American classic?" Clay raises an eyebrow.

"It's a pinto," Travis, the brother-in-law, scoffs.

"Exactly," Clay calmly says. "An American classic."

Travis rolls his eyes before turning to Jake, "I'm kinda disappointed you agreed to this thing. I was kinda hoping for that niece of yours. You know, once she turns 18. The young ones are so much easier to train."

Jake's gripping his glass so tightly his knuckles are white. He has to behave, it's in the contract. And punching his brother-in-law would not be behaving.

Thankfully Clay has his back. "Young man, you've got problems. I'm specifically talking in the bedroom, but I'm sure you've got plenty of problems outside as well. If you need some lessons on how to please a woman, I'm happy to give you some pointers."

Travis glowers at him but Clay just smirks.

A knock at the door breaks the tension in the room. An attendant comes in, "the bride is here."

The first time you see Jake, your heart falls. He looks angry, mean. You didn't have much hope about being treated well to begin with but this just solidified it.

The first time Jake sees you, his own heart does the same. You're the spitting image of your mother. He mentally prepares himself for a life of being scolded for never being enough, a life of being cheated on, a life without love.

The documents are signed and notarized. The fake smiles are pasted on for the photos. Jake is given the keys to both the penthouse and the car. Clay promises to meet them there, driving his pinto.

You and Jake sit silently in the car. Both wanting to cry.

Chapter 1 -- Chapter 3

Series Masterlist

Tagging: @alicedopey; @ashdoctor; @delicatebarness;@ellethespaceunicorn; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @ronearoundblindly

[lazycats-stuff]

Baby bat who gets kidnapped by lex Luthor but has no clue what’s happening like he’s being taken to metropolis and baby bats is like are we thiere yet singing and being a menace

Thiere confused on why an ugly bald guy is taking them out but Luthor gets fed up and leaves the kid somewhere and they just vibe

Alright. Again, comedy is not my strong suit, but I will try. Also, a little digression, I hit 700 followers. Thanks everyone. Also, this will be under Batfamily

Summary: (Y/N) gets kidnapped by Lex Luthor. Lex gets more than he bargained for.

Warnings: Kidnapping, (Y/N) is supposed to be a menace, but author doesn't have a sense of humor... Author has tried.

It all began on a rainy Monday. Everything was worse due to universal law of Monday being the worst days of the week. Bruce thought it would be a normal day. He dropped his son off at the kindergarten, gave him a kiss to the forehead and went to work.

If only Bruce knew that 3 hours later, (Y/N) would be kidnapped by Lex Luthor and a search for the unknown kidnapper would begin. Bruce also passed out when he got a call. The others left school to come back to the manor to help his father track their youngest.

Lex Luthor was pleased with himself as he was driving towards Metropolis. He had successfully, well, not him personally, but his men, kidnapped the youngest member of the Wayne family. Bruce was the most protective and the rest of the brothers are protective too.

The fact that (Y/N) was with them since he was a baby, amplified that protectiveness ten times more. He glanced at rearview mirror, seeing that the toddler was awake.

" Good to see you awake. " Lex said, watching as the toddler rubbed his eyes with his balled up hands.

" Where are we going? " (Y/N) asked, looking out the window.

" Don't worry about that. " Lex said quickly.

There was a silence for a few moments. (Y/N) was swinging his feet, looking around.

" Are we there yet? "(Y/N) asked, looking the back of Lex's head.

" No. "

A few moments passed.

" Are we there yet? "

" No. "

" Are we there now? "

" No. " Lex said, turning on the radio for (Y/N).

" The music is too loud! " (Y/N) whined, making Lex sigh. He turned down the volume. After a few more moments, Lex felt a kick at the back of this seat. He had to take a deep breath.

" Stop it. "

It was calm for a few moments. Then the sit got kicked again.

" Stop it! Right now! " Lex growled out loudly.

" I need to go to the bathroom. " (Y/N) asked, looking at Lex. " Why are you bald? " (Y/N) also asked.

Lex took a deep breath.

" I was in an accident. That's all you need to know. " Lex said.

" I need to go to the bathroom. " (Y/N) whined, making Lex sighed.

" Well, you are going to wait! " Lex yelled at (Y/N), making (Y/N) cross his arms. Alright.

" How much longer? " (Y/N) asked, watching as Lex was loosing his patience.

" Shut up. Just shut up. "

" Can I have your phone? " (Y/N) asked, bouncing his knee.

" Absolutely not. " Lex said, disgusted at the mere thought of it. How does Bruce Wayne put up with this brat?

So what does (Y/N) do in this situation? He starts singing loudly. What did he start singing? Frozen's Let it go. It seems that was the last straw for Lex as he pulled over. He got out of the car and left (Y/N) on the road.

" I'm not doing this. " Lex said, getting back into the car. (Y/N) watched as he drove off, confused?

Who was this bald man? And where were they going? He looked down at his shoes. He wanted to see his dad. But he couldn't walk back.

" Uncle Clark? I need some help. Some bald guy kidnapped me. " (Y/N) said, out loud, turning around to look at trees behind him.

A minute after he said it, Clark landed next to him. " Are you okay? " Clark asked his nephew, looking him over.

" I'm okay. I just want to see my dad. " (Y/N) said, wrapping himself around Clark like a koala.

" And we will kiddo. Hold on tightly. "

" Gordon, I'm telling you, that is Lex Luthor's guy. " Bruce said, rubbing his face.

" I need official conformation that there is a connection. I can understand you are afraid for your son, but I can't act on your hunch." Gordon tried to explain to Bruce. Bruce sighed, sitting down at the office chair in Gordon's office.

" I get that, but... My son is with them. I don't know if he is alive or dead. I don't know if he is injured... I don't know... " Bruce said, worry and sadness clear in his voice.

" I ca- Oh my God. " Gordon trailed off, looking through the glass windows behind Bruce. Bruce turned around, eyes widening at the sight. Superman was holding his son.

Bruce got up and ran out of the office, smiling at the sight of his son. Superman handed the little boy to his father. Bruce embraced his son, fighting tears as he held him tightly.

" Thank you Superman. " Bruce whispered, kissing (Y/N)'s head.

" No problem mister Wayne. Also, he told me that a bald man kidnapped him. " Superman said, making Bruce turn around to give Gordon a look.

" I will speed it up. " Gordon said.

" Thank you. (Y/N), are you hurt? "Bruce asked his son.

" No dad. Can we go home? " (Y/N) asked. He was tired and he laid his head on Bruce's shoulder.

" Of course we can. " Bruce said, thanking Superman once more.

[i-cant-sing]

I was rereading some of your works and this line stuck out to me

‘Enji is keeping up with all your cravings, no matter how weird. You're craving ice chips? Alright. You want ice cream at 3 am? The fridge is stocked with your favs. Oh no, you want soft serve? Its okay, princess, I'll drive us there. I'm sure they'll open the store for the no. 1 hero.’

I immediately pictured him, banging on the front door of the shop, absolutely panicked because his “baby” is hungry for ice cream and is worried that she’ll cry because of pregnancy hormones

HAHAHAHAHA YESSSSSS and like u can't blame him??? He's already so protective of you as his daughter, but not that you're pregnant with Ratsuki's baby, his protectiveness increases ten folds. Who knows what that devil's spawn is doing to your poor body???? How much pain you're in because of Ratsuki's baby????

Ugh, he just- even if you tell him how excited you are to gave this baby, Enji just can't stop fretting over you because you're his baby! Always were, and always will be!

Yandere dad Enji with pregnant daughter reader is literally so cute because there is nothing that will stop this man from making sure that you are healthy and comfortable and yes, he will still hold you whenever you're feeling down, baby bump or not, you weigh nothing to him🥰

You're feeling emotional and end up calling Enji (instead of Katsuki cause he's busy with work) and he hears a wobble in your voice? BAm, papa is at your door step in 10 minutes with ice cream and snacks and warm cuddles. Feel free to bitch about Katsuki to him (actually dont, he will kill him)

Ever since you got married and moved in with Katsuki, Enji had been missing your company. And once you had returned from your honeymoon and visited him, he realised just how terribly he missed you. So of course he grabs any opportunity to spend time with you. Baby checkup? Okay, papa Enji is coming to pick you up. Grocery shopping? How odd that he's also out of groceries. Cmon, lets shop together, and maybe some cute (SUPER EXPENSIVE, LUXURY BRANDED) maternity and baby clothes to spoil you. Nothing to do at home? Well, you can always help out dad at his work! Enji's sending a car to drive you to his company 🥰 And its like, even if you do have plans with Katsuki, Enji will pull some strings to make sure that Katsuki gets stuck at work while you sulk at home, awaiting your husband. But Enji will come to console you, cry on his shoulder baby. Sometimes, Enji will drop by unannounced, especially if he finds out that you're spending the weekend with Katsuki's parents. He'll be bringing in a boquet, kissing you on the cheek, before wrapping his coat around you, telling you that you must come home with him right away. And you're all like "??? Dad! I'm here with my in laws. I cant just up and leave-!" And he pulls the big sad eyes and says "Its Rei." and you automatically sigh and nod before going to apologise to Kats parents for cancelling your plans with them, claiming there's a "family emergency", which isnt a lie because yandere Rei is an EMERGENCY at all times. Its just, you've always known your mother's mental health was detoriating, but the rate at which it detoriated increased ten folds when you moved out. She's always been protective of you, because of all the trauma and because you're her youngest, so of course... she took it the hardest when you left her side to be with Katsuki. And before your marriage, you swore to your father that you'll always be there to help him with Mom, whenever needed, no questions asked. Its the only reason Enji gave you his blessing marry RATsuki. So whenever he misses you too much, he tells you that Rei is having another "episode" where she's screaming your name, crying that someone took you away and is hurting you, is resorting to harming herself, etc. And sometimes Rei does have these epiosdes, other times she doesnt, but it doesnt matter to either of them because if they want u home, you will come. And as soon as Enji has brought you to the Todoroki estate, your're running (or waddling) inside, immeadiately engulfed by your mother who will now proceed to coddle you and fret over you non stop for the next couple of days (spoon feeding you her food, brushing your hair until you dose off, rubbing your baby bump while humming lullabies. Enji's having the best time too becuase he gets to tuck you in at night and wake u in the morning and have more daddy-daughter ice cream dates with yall) until she's better or... well, your husbands comes to fetch you.

And Rat- KATSUKI, sees through all their BULLSHIT! But you dont and thats why he cant call them out on it. Thats why he must be the more patient one between him and your greedy parents.

[fafnir19]

A prized possession

Leroy, a cocksure college jock with a swagger in his step and a twinkle in his eye, felt the power of the sports car beneath him like an extension of his own virility. He grinned smugly as he revved the engine of his father’s  Porsche, the sleek metallic body gleaming under the sunlight. Yet, his reign was soon to face a tumultuous turn.

One fateful evening, as Leroy lounged in the living room watching reruns of sports games, his father’s voice boomed through the room like thunder, “Son, we need to talk.” Leroy’s heart skipped a beat, the ominous tone causing a chill to run down his spine. “What’s up, Dad?” Leroy feigned nonchalance, trying to keep his voice steady. His father's face was grave as he uttered the words that shattered Leroy’s world, “I lost the Porsche in a gamble.” Leroy’s eyes widened in disbelief, his expression mirroring a deer caught in headlights. “You did WHAT?” he exclaimed, the blood draining from his face. “That’s illegal! We can't just give away the Porsche!” His father’s jaw was set with unwavering determination, “It's a matter of honor, Leroy. A gentleman keeps his word, even when the stakes are high.”

Leroy's mind raced with a million thoughts. How could he live without his beloved Porsche? It was his pride and joy, his ticket to popularity and admiration. He had to think fast, come up with a plan to save his precious car from falling into the hands of a stranger. An idea sparked in Leroy's mind, as he concocted a plan. “Let me bring the Porsche to the winner. I’ll have one last ride, say my goodbyes,” he proposed, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

His father looked at him with a mix of pride and curiosity. "Very well, Leroy. If that's what you wish, then go ahead. But remember, honor is at stake here," his father warned, his tone firm.

Little did his father know, Leroy had a trick up his sleeve, a cunning scheme to outwit the winner and reclaim what was rightfully his. The Porsche would not be lost to some stranger; it belonged with Leroy, and he would stop at nothing to ensure it stayed that way.

As Leroy pulled up to the grand mansion where the winner was waiting, he couldn't shake the unease settling in his stomach. The imposing gates swung open, revealing Miles, a handsome man with a confident smirk on his face.

Leroy stepped out of the Porsche, his eyes narrowing as he faced the new owner of his beloved car. "Congratulations on winning the Porsche, Miles," Leroy said, his voice laced with a hint of defiance. Miles chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, the previous owner himself. Come, let me drive you back home." Leroy hesitated for a moment before accepting, climbing into the passenger seat of the Porsche beside Miles. The engine roared to life, and they sped off down the winding road, the wind whipping through Leroy's hair.

Leroy gritted his teeth, steeling himself for the confrontation ahead. "So, Miles, about the Porsche... I believe there's been a misunderstanding. Gambling is illegal, and I can't let you keep it."

"So, Leroy," Miles began, his voice smooth as silk, "you mentioned gambling is illegal. Is that your only concern?" Leroy's jaw tightened. "It is against the law, and I won't stand by—" Miles raised a hand, cutting him off and began, his voice smooth like velvet. "You really do love this car, don't you?" Leroy's grip on the seat tightened. "The Porsche and I belong together. It's more than just a car to me." Miles arched an eyebrow, his smile widening. "Well then, let me show you just how much you belong to this car."

Leroy couldn't help but notice the strange sensation creeping over him. His trackpants seemed to morph into the same leather material as the car seats, fitting snugly against his toned legs. "Um, what's happening?" Leroy mumbled, eyeing his transformed attire warily. Miles chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Just relax, Leroy. Enjoy the ride." With a sudden burst of speed, Miles hit the gas pedal, pressing Leroy back into the seat. The sensation was exhilarating, almost electrifying. Leroy's t-shirt and bomber jacket underwent a magical makeover, turning into a stylish leather jacket that revealed his sculpted six-pack underneath.

Wideeyed, Leroy stammered, "This... this isn't normal, right?" Miles flashed a knowing grin, his hand effortlessly shifting the aluminum gear lever. As Miles's fingers grazed the gearshift, Leroy felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through him, making his heart race in excitement. "Oh, what is...?" Leroy's words trailed off as Miles continued to stroke the gear lever lightly, sending shivers down Leroy's spine. A stirring in his loins caught Leroy off guard. His body responding to Miles's touch of the gearshift in ways he couldn't explain and suddenly he sported an boner. Miles' voice cut through Leroy's haze of desire. "Do you enjoy this ride, Leroy?" Leroy could only moan in response, his body aching for more of the exhilarating sensations coursing through him. The Porsche surged forward, the speedometer climbing higher and higher. Just when he thought he couldn't take the pleasure any more, something unexpected happened. Suddenly, the electronic limiter kicked in, halting the acceleration abruptly. And then, in a sudden twist of fate, Leroy felt a strange sensation around his nether regions. Looking down in his pants, he saw an aluminum chastity cage materialize around his manhood, fitting seamlessly with the Porsche's aesthetic and locking him in a state of bewildered arousal.

"Miles, what have you done to me?" Leroy cried out, his voice a mix of shock and desire. Miles just smirked, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Do you feel it, Leroy? The connection between you and the Porsche? Embrace it, let go of your inhibitions." Leroy's heart pounded in his chest as he pleaded with Miles. "Please, stop this! Let me go!" he cried out, his voice laced with fear and desperation. Miles, with a devious smile playing on his lips, pulled over to the side of the deserted road. With shaking hands, Leroy reached for the door handle, ready to bolt from the car and escape the enigmatic gaze of Miles. Was this his chance to break free from whatever strange spell had been cast upon him? Leroy tensed, preparing to make a run for it. However, his eyes widened in shock as Miles got out of the Porsche and opened the door on Leroy's side.

Before he could take a single step, Miles's firm grip pushed him back into the leather seat. With a quick movement, Miles lowered Leroy's pants, revealing the smooth expanse of his skin.

Leroy's breath hitched in his throat, his body reacting to the sudden exposure. And then, as if in a surreal dream, Miles unveiled his stiff uncut cock, pressing it against Leroy's unprepared entrance.

The initial pain of penetration tore through Leroy, eliciting a scream that echoed through the quiet surroundings. But as the initial shock faded, a different sensation began to bloom within him, one of heat and forbidden pleasure. Miles's movements were deliberate and precise, each thrust igniting a different kind of fire within Leroy's core. The leather seats beneath him seemed to mold to his every curve, cradling him in a strange comfort he couldn't deny. With each push and pull, Leroy's world narrowed down to the point of contact, where pleasure mingled with pain in a dance as old as time itself. His moans filled the air, a symphony of conflicting emotions that only seemed to spur Miles on further. Leroy found himself lost in a whirlwind of sensations, his body no longer his own but a vessel for something primal and raw. The aluminum shifter gleamed in the dim light, a silent witness to the passion unfolding within the confines of the luxurious car and Miles' dark eyes bore into his, holding him in their hypnotic gaze as he whispered, "You're like my Porsche: sporty, good-looking and only meant for the pleasure of rich men! You’re my Porsche-boy now!"

Leroy's mind reeled with confusion and desire as he found himself trapped in a situation he never could have anticipated. Miles's dark eyes bore into him, a predatory glint dancing within them as he took control of the situation. "What have you done to me?" Leroy managed to stammer out, his voice filled with a mixture of fear and arousal. Miles's lips curved into a knowing smile, his fingers trailing lightly over the aluminum gearshift. "Relax, Leroy. You're exactly where you belong now," he purred, his voice like velvet, laced with a hint of danger. Leroy's heart pounded in his chest as he struggled against the strange sensations coursing through him. The metallic cage around his manhood felt constricting yet oddly exhilarating, reminding him of his newfound connection to the Porsche. Miles leaned in closer, his breath warm against Leroy's skin. "You're not Leroy anymore. You're Porsche-boy, my exclusive toy," he murmured, his words sending a shiver down Leroy's spine.

Leroy's mind reeled with conflicting emotions. Was this his fate now, to be nothing more than an expensive toy in the hands of a wealthy man? His muscles tensed beneath the snug leather jacket that now adorned his chiseled body, a silent reminder that  Miles' wants him to look gay. With a resigned nod, Leroy accepted his new identity as Porsche-boy, letting go of the name Leroy as if it were a burden too heavy to bear. The leather seats cradled him, molding to his form as though they were a part of him, just like the aluminum chastity cage that held his desire in check. Taking a deep breath, Porsche-boy slid behind the wheel, his hands trembling slightly as he turned to Miles and asked, "Where should I drive you, my owner?"

Miles smiled, a predatory glint in his eyes as he leaned back in the passenger seat, his gaze fixed on Porsche-boy with possessive intent.

"Take me to the heart of the city, Porsche-boy. Show me what this sleek machine of yours can do." With a nod, Leroy revved the engine, the powerful roar of the Porsche filling the air around them. He felt a surge of adrenaline as he tore down the open road, the wind whipping through his hair, the leather jacket tight against his skin. As they sped through the city streets, Leroy revelled in the feeling of freedom and power that came with being Miles' Porsche-boy.

With each passing moment, he embraced his new role, the lines between pleasure and pain blurring in a heady mix of desire and submission. And as the city lights blurred past them, Leroy knew that his journey was far from over. He was no longer Leroy, the college jock with an alpha mentality. He was Porsche-boy, a prized possession in the eyes of his wealthy owner, destined for a world of luxury, pleasure, and uncharted desires. And in that moment, as he surrendered to the intoxicating rush of the unknown, Leroy found a sense of fulfillment he had never known before. As a result, he forgot his former name and Leroy was no more. In his place stood Porsche-boy, a symbol of luxury and desire, a testament to the intoxicating allure of submission and control.

Embracing his fate as Miles' Porsche-boy, he knew that this new chapter in his life would be anything but ordinary.

[imaginesforeveryone]

Arranged (Part 3)

Pairing: Finn Shelby x Y/N Summary: You were the youngest child of you fathers, being part of a mob family in the heart of New York, your family had many enemies in the city, and even further away, and your life was about to change after a Peaky Boy barged into your life. Warning: swearing, use of alcohol, fluffy, flirting, drunk reader

Arriving finally, at the docks in England. Finn taking your hand to exit the ship. The rest of the family following behind. You looked around as you walked out the door around the docks. It seemed much different here. Darker, colder, lots of smoke.

“Come on, love.” Finn spoke from behind you laying his hand on your hip. You walked down as everyone still close behind. 

“Welcome to England. Specifically, London. Where we also own most of it, y/n. So no need too worry anywhere you go around here. There is always someone watching.” Thomas exclaimed. 

“So fucking happy to be back on English soil. The smell of shit in the morning is always the best.” Arthur exclaimed walking behind and passed you. 

“Lets go. There is a house full of people waiting for our arrival and to celebrate the union of our youngest brother.” Tommy said as he held the door of the car that sat in front of the boat open and let you in. Taking his hand as you kept you balance to get into the car. Finn following behind you and sitting. The driver starting the car and began driving. 

“Listen my family isn’t, ordinary. We are going to Tom’s house. There will be a house pretty much full of gypsy’s. They have no filter and no manners.” Finn spoke starting to get nervous. You placed a hand over his. 

“Finn, calm down. I’ll be okay. I promise.” You said looking into his eyes. He took a deep breathe and settled himself into his seat. As you drove through the city of London you couldn’t help but just get lost in the hustle of the people around. Much like New York. 

“We are here, love.” You heard Finn whisper to you a shook you awake. You must of fallin asleep from the long boat ride. You opened your eyes and looked out the window. The car moved as Finn got out. Seeing the large house sat in the middle of a huge field. Finn opened the door as he rounded the car. Taking your hand he helped you out of it. The driveway was full of cars, carriages, and even just horses. Not something you were used to back in New York. Everyone meeting in the middle of the driveway, Polly coming to your side. 

“Just remember love, these are gypsies. They love a good time. I think deep inside you, you have a bit of spunk and fun.” She said smiling at you. You and Finn linked arms as you two walked in the house. Getting closer you realized how actually huge it was. Walking through the door you heard people around the house, very loud, maybe even drunk. Finn taking a deep breathe before walking further into the house. 

“It’ll be alright. I’m not easy to scare away.” You told him and placing a kiss on his cheek. You saw him settle a bit and began walking further into it. 

“There he is!” You heard a loud short man say as he walked towards the two of you. 

“Look at you. Big, strong, with a beautiful lady by your side. Never thought I’d see the day boy.” He said slapping Finn on the cheek and taking your hand to place a kiss upon it. 

“Y/N This is Johnny Dogs. Don’t really know who he is to me, but he’s been here.” Finn said introducing you to Johnny. 

“Pleasure to meet you Johnny.” You said with a smile. 

“And she has manners boy. Good for you. Come, love. We will introduce you to having no manners around here.” Johnny spoke before taking your hand. You smiled and looked back at Finn who looked nervous. 

It’s alright. Go have fun.

You mouthed to Finn. You followed Johnny, who grabbed two Champagnes off a tray a server was carrying by. Handing you one and then clanking them for a cheers. 

“This here is your now sister-in-law Ada.” Johnny said walking to a young women, with curly hair and red lipstick on. She engulfed you into a hug with a smile. 

“So happy to meet you finally. I know that the situation with how you and Finn were married wasn’t ideal. But we are so happy to welcome you to the family.” She spoke pulling away from you. 

“Thank you Ada. So happy to be here.” You said sipping your champagne. 

“Oh here, this is Lizzie, Thomas’ wife.” She she motioned to the tall, slender women stood next to her.

“very nice to meet you Mrs. Shelby.” You said putting your hand out to shake hers. 

“Oh please, Lizzie it is. Your family now.” She said engulfing you into a hug also. Thrown off by all this love you never experienced it in this way, so soon in a relationship, but you enjoyed it very much. 

“Please come, drink. Let’s get you loose for the night of partying to come.” Lizzie said handing you a whiskey and taking it in one shot with the rest of them. 

“There it is. Get her lose Lizzie. We need to learn who she really is!” Polly said coming around you and handing you another glasses of whiskey.

“Sweetheart there no need to be nervous here. We are all family, we are all here to celebrate you and Finn. So let’s have some fun.” Polly said with a smile and clinked glasses together. 

About 3 hours passed and you just talked and drank with all the girls of the family you had just met. It was actually really good time. Started understand the business that was ran by the Shelby family. But you hadn’t seen Finn in awhile. You actually like seeing him and having his presence in yours. You heard glasses clinking and then saw Johnny on a table looking like he was pretty drunk. 

“Listen up! Listen up. It is time for the newlywed’s first dance.” He yelled out. Everyone clapped and made way for you to walk to the dance floor. Meeting with Finn in the middle.

“Long time no see, love.” He said taking your hand in his. Could tell he was a bit drunk. His face was a bit red, and his eyes were glossy. You smiled at him as he pulled you into him. You rest your head on his chest, and he took you hand in his. 

“You having fun?” He asked as the music started. 

“I am, your family is a lot of fun.” You told him with a smile. 

“Well, that’s good. I was worried you wouldn’t find anything you liked here.” He whispered bringing your hand into him as he held it. He seems to get pretty lovely dovey when he was drunk. 

“No, I knew I would have found something. Whether it was the land, or the people.” You told him. People now slow dancing around you two. 

“Good, I’m glad. I hope you come to like me eventually. Honestly, didn’t think I’d like an Italian in my life, no offense. But you aren’t to bad.” He said catching you off guard. He was very truthful when he was drunk too apparently. 

“Well, I’m glad I could help change your mind about us.” You said with a little giggle. 

About 3 hours later, it was now 2 in the morning and you could barley walk with how much alcohol they were feeding you. 

“Finn!” You called out slurring his name and stumbling through the house. 

“Have you seen Finn?” You asked Ada somewhat falling into her. 

“No, love are you okay?” She asked with a worried face. 

“Oh, yeah. Im perfect, just missing my husbands face.” You said with a giggle and a smile. 

“Well I’m happy you are coming around to him.” She said with a interesting look. 

“FINN!” You yelled turning from Ada and walking into the next room, that was empty. 

“Finn.” You said once more at pretty much a whisper. You fell into a chair in the the room and listened to the sound of the cracking wood in the fireplace not to far from you. 

“Finn. Where the fuck are you?” You asked out loud to yourself. 

“Y/N?” You heard a familiar voice say entering the room. 

“Finn?” You asked sitting up in the chair.

“Hello, love. I heard you were looking for me.” He said coming and kneeling in front of you. Seeing him a little more clear now. 

“Gosh your so cute.” You said grabbing his cheeks and pushing them together making his lips pucker. 

“Where the fuck where you?” You said remembering that you went looking for him and couldn’t find him. You mood changing in a literal seconds, and smacking him on his am. It was the Italian in you.

“There’s the Italian I was expecting when I met you.” He said taking your hand in his. 

“Where were you?” You asked again not getting an answer. 

“I was out in the stables with Tommy, Arthur and Johnny Dogs. We were racing the horse. Something gypsies do during parties. I’m sorry I wasn’t by you. Didn’t expect for you to get this angry about it.” He said standing back up. 

“No, no, no. I’m not angry. I just missed you.” You said standing up, but barely being able to balance yourself as you fell into him. 

“All right, love. Let’s get you to bed.” He said as he picked you up bridal style. 

“Yeah, bed. That sounds nice.” You said as you cuddled your face into his chest. 

“Is she alright?” You heard Polly ask. 

“Yeah, just super drunk. By the way Pol, she is feisty.” Finn said to her. 

“Oh you haven’t seen feisty yet.” You said lifting your head slightly causing a giggle to come from Finn and Polly. 

“Good luck Finn.” Polly said and you felt yourself being carried away. 

“Hey Tom. I’m going to go lay her down. Any room okay?” Finn asked stopping again. 

“We set up a room all the way at the end of the hallway.” Tommy told Finn and Finn walking again. Going up the stairs, and then down the hall. Hearing the door open, then close. Softly you were set on a very soft, fluffy bed. 

“Lord, I feel like I’m laying on a cloud.” You spoke. 

“Yeah, Tommy never skimps in quality.” Finn said. 

“Can you help me with my clothes please?” You asked trying to sit up. Finn grabbing ahold of you hand to help you sit up. 

“Yeah. Here, raise your arms.” He said and you did as told. Feeling the cold air around your hit your now naked skin you shivered a little. 

“Come on, love, let’s get you under the blankets before you catch a cold.” He said helping you stand as he pulled back the blankets. 

“Alright here you are love. Just sit and you are back in the bed.” He said as you plopped back into the big bed. Finn putting the blankets over you and standing back up. 

“Well, goodnight, I will see you in the morning for breakfast. Maybe. If you wake in time.” He said with a slight giggle. 

“Wait, you aren’t sleeping in here?” You asked grabbing his arm before he got too far. 

“Uhm, I wasn’t planning on it, Didn’t think you wanted me to being just married, and just meeting.” He said. 

“No, I want you to sleep in here with me.” You said making a pouty face. 

“Okay, love, I will. I’m just going to go downstairs for a bit longer to spend time with everyone.” He said kissing the back of your hand. 

“Please. Can you come lay with me?” You said not letting him go. 

“Okay, love.” He said with a soft smile to you. He turned to the chair in front of the fireplace. Unbuttoning his vest, then his shirt and setting them on top of the jacket. Looking at how fit he was. You were actually kind of surprised. You thought he was going to be scrawny like most the guys there were tall like him and his physic. 

“Damn.” Slipped out of your mouth like word vomit. A light scoff coming from Finn. He unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to the floor along with sliding his shoes off. He rounded the bed to the other side of you. Sinking into the bed seeming as if he was trying not to touch you. As he settled in the bed, you turned and laid your head on his naked chest.

“Finn, its okay to touch me. Remember I’m your wife now.” You told him. 

“I know, I’m just trying to be polite and not overstep with you.” He said. 

“Oh darlin, believe me you’ll know if you over step with me.” You said looking up at him and pecking his lips and laying your head back down. He finally wrapped his arm around your and pulled you closer to him. You threw your leg over his and laid your hand on the other side on his chest, as he laid his head on top of yours. 

“I think I like you.” You said to him. 

“I think I like you too.” He said back.

Maybe there was a future for you the Shelby boys life. I guess we’ll find out.

[annisassintchaska]

It’s A New Beginning: Lewis Hamilton X Black! Reader X Max Verstappen

TW: Cheating, Harsh tones

Y/n had been with her boyfriend Max for the past four years and they have a daughter named Tai Verstappen. Over the course of the last three weeks, Y/n had been facing problems from Max’s dad, Jose, who kept telling her that she was a distraction and that he didn’t know what Max saw in her, going to the extent of questioning Tai’s paternity. Throughout this entire time, not once had Max defended her since he decided to just sit back and laugh; agreeing with his father. This made Y/n doubt the standing of their relationship with the final straw being pulled after Y/n saw circulating photos of Max and Kelly Piquet paired up with her daughter as they looked more like a family than with his own child.

Max had arrived home in Monaco very late to his girlfriend sitting on the coach. “Don’t touch me, I don’t know where your hands and lips have been” Y/n retracted harshly as she got up from the couch. “I waited for you to make the inform of the fact that I’ll be leaving and taking my daughter with me. You now have enough space for Kelly and Penelope.” She spoke as she took up a sleeping Tai and walked out the door, out of his life.

She drove off driving around Monaco with nowhere to go and so she just parked on the side and sat there crying not knowing what to do since she doesn’t own a house in Maonaco and was unable to afford the fees to go back home.

Lewis was coming back from a midnight run when he spotted the beauty crying in the car so he decided to approach. “Hi Y/n why are you out here, shouldn’t you and the little one be at home out of the cold?” He asked confused. “He cheated with Nelson Piquet’s daughter. We aren’t together anymore so I don’t have anywhere to go” Y/n sobbed, stirring the sleeping toddler. “She’s about 8 months old yeah?” Lewis took notice before he opened the door, taking Tai out of her car seat and helping Y/n out the car and into the house. “You two will stay here with me and you’ll work at the hospitality while I look after little Tai” Lewis offered making Y/n tear up at his kindness towards a rival’s ex.

Truth be told, Lewis was always in love with Y/n since he had seen her at Abu Dhabi; however Max had gotten to her first which left him to admire her from afar. Throughout the months, Lewis and Y/n grew closer until feelings were shared and a relationship was formed.

Over the passing years, Jose seemed to have regret his actions towards his former daughter-in-law and granddaughter as he saw how sad his son had become whenever Lewis would appear with Tai on his hip playing with Roscoe and her new grandpa Anthony.

“Daddy, I know that Max is my real father so I have a question” Tai hinted to her stepfather who now gave her his full attention. “Sure princes, what’s up?” He asked attentively “Would you be upset if I went into the Redbull Grage to say hi to my daddy and grandpa?” She asked shyly. “Of course not sweetheart, you have all right and permission to go if you want to. Is that what you want?” He asked making the child nod cutely.

Lewis too Tai by the hand and led her to the garage where he showed her to Max and allowed her to go off. He watched as the interacted and after they were finished she ran back over with a pretty smile on her face as they left.

[jqmalikhsgib]

astrology

three

spencer sighs happily as he lies the last box down in your room. you smile at him before squeezing his arm and sits down on your bed gently.

“thanks for helping me spence.”

spencer hums. “you know id do absolutely anything for you.”

you smiled happily. you had no idea where you’d be without spencer in your life. thankful for him then and thankful for him now. he deserves all the love in the world.

“so, how is aaron?”

“what do you mean?”

you throw a pillow at his head. “you know! what’s he like?”

“he’s—it depends on where you’re at.”

you furrow your brows.

“when he’s hotch he’s the boss. he’s a bit stoic and takes his job seriously. he can be a bit of an hard ass but it’s all to make sure that the job is done right. a mistake at our job could cause a massacre.”

“i bet! what about aaron? what’s he like?”

“aaron’s more a family man. he’s a dad first and foremost. he smiles more, he’s more relaxed, he’s happier.”

you hum. you assume you’ll see both sides considering he’s your boss. but you’ll also see him being a dad. it’s something you look forward to.

you’d like to get to know aaron since you’re living with him. you’ve met jack two weeks prior. aaron wanted to make sure jack liked you. that’s the most important thing. jack deserves to be comfortable with whoever will take care of him.

the meeting went well. jack adored you! when they got back home, jack immediately asked when he’ll be able to play with you again.

aaron was glad that he got along with you. he didn’t know what he’d do if he didn’t find a caregiver soon. jess was already overworked with his father-in-law. he knew she needed to focus on him.

“jack is the most adorable kid. i already love him so much.”

“he is a cute kid.”

you hear a knock before turning your head to see aaron. he smiles at both you and spencer.

“are you two alright?”

“we’re good. where’s jacksters?!”

“he’s with his grandfather and his aunt for the weekend. i told him you’ll be moving in today. he hesitated to leave. you two bonded quite well!”

you smiled happily at that. you’re glad that jack liked you. you knew it’ll just make your job easier.

“i can’t wait to see him.”

aaron nods his head. “if you need anything please let me know. ill be downstairs.”

you nod your head as aaron leaves you and spencer alone.

“i should get going. im found this really good novel last night and want to read it before bed.”

“you mean to tell me you haven’t read it yet?! that doesn’t sound like the spencer reid i know! who are you and what have you done to my best friend?”

spencer laughs as he shakes his head. he gets up as says bye to him. you walk him out and hug him before he gets in his car and drives away.

when you walk back in the house you see aaron in his office. the door was cracked. he was frowning a bit. you walk over and knock on the door.

aaron looks up and gives you a small smile. “everything okay?”

“i was just about to ask you that. looks like whatever you read just now made you a bit frustrated.”

aaron shakes his head. “just work. paper work isn’t the best day of my job.”

you pointed to the seat across from him. he nods his head before you sit down.

“im sure it can’t be that bad. with your line of work im sure that paper work can be a breath of fresh air.”

aaron chuckles. “it can be. being the boss i have a lot more paper work than most.”

“oh, yeah! do you ever stop and take a break?”

aaron simply looks at you. you knew that meant no. you assumed when jack was here he did take a break.

you can tell that jack is his number one priority. from what you’ve seen when you met jack, he worshipped the ground that he walked on. aaron loves his son more than anyone and anything.

he’d stop the world for jack.

“im use to focusing on work whenever jacks not around.”

“well, in a way im here to take care of both you and jack! and i say you have every right to take time off of psycho killers for awhile. how bout i make us some dinner and after im done you can come join me at the table! and that wasn’t a suggestion. it was an order. respectfully of course.”

aaron smiles. he gives you a small nod. you got up and walked to the kitchen. you found a box of noodles, some pasta sauce, and garlic bread. you decided on making him some pasta.

when you finished you called aaron. he walked over and smiled. you served him and then yourself before sitting down across from your boss.

“besides kicking ass in the field, tell me exactly what you do? outside of work.”

“it’s not much to tell. im a dad! i don’t get out much.”

you shake your head. “i don’t believe that! you look like you’d be fun to hang out with outside of work.”

aaron laughs.

“im a homebody. always have been. i use to be a bit of a geek in middle school and all throughout high school.”

you definitely didn’t believe that. with how handsome aaron is, you knew girls were probably falling on their knees for his attention.

“no way!”

aaron nods. “yeah! my very first girlfriend was the woman i married. i had to audition from some play she was in just to get her attention. i didn’t even get an important part.”

you’ve heard a little about jacks mom. you didn’t ask him anything about her. spencer told you she was a bit of a sensitive topic. all you knew was she was killed by some sadistic serial killer they were hunting. your heart broke for aaron and jack.

“come on! you had to have more women trying to get their claws on you.”

“no, seriously! haley and i dated my junior and senior year. we split in college. id have a few girls i dated here and there but nothing serious. haley was the woman i knew id love forever.”

your heart warmed at that fact. you wished you had someone like that. someone who’d love you forever like aaron clearly loved his late ex-wife.

“wow! that’s sweet. have you um—have you dated after haley?”

aaron hums. “tried to. she and i didn’t work out. she moved for work. enough about me. what about you? what’s your story? reid only tells us so much.”

you laughs. “yeah, well! im kinda the same as you. im a homebody. don’t like going out much. mostly stay at home, paint, cook, have my own dance parties, alone!”

“now who’s the one lying?!”

“what?”

“you’re young! you mean to tell me you don’t go out? party? be reckless? drink your ass off until you know your head will pound the next morning?”

“god no! im a little shy. i don’t like being around too many people. my sister calls me an old soul. im not a serial dater or a partier. i just like to be home and paint.”

aaron likes that. means you’re responsible than others. another reason as to why you’re a perfect person to take care of his son.

aaron grabs his glass of wine and swirls his cup. he takes a sip before setting it back down.

the two continue to talk. you both got to know one another a little bit more. you didn’t even realize you’d been talking all night until aaron looks at his watch.

aaron offers to clean up while you get ready for bed. you took his offer before heading upstairs to your bedroom. when you finish showering you finally rest your head on your pillow.

you felt at ease here. aaron was gonna be an amazing boss. you definitely felt safe here.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling my mom I would blow up her entire household and myself in a gas explosion if my parents built me a house to live in?

TW for descriptions of child abuse and suicide mention

I (22NB) cut off my abusive father (mid40M) and left home when I turned 18. I'm going to call him Harry (fake name) from now on because I'm going to have to talk about him a lot. When covid lockdowns started I had to leave home because I phsyically could not be in the same room as Harry without fully disassociating and would constantly have homicidal thoughts, suicidal thoughts and panic attacks just hearing him walk around the house or talk from locked away in my bedroom. Growing up Harry would phsyically and verbally abuse me, he's thrown me out of a window and locked me outside of the house, pinned me to the ground and stabbed me in the back of the neck with a pair chopsticks, slapped me, kicked me while I was curled up on the ground and so on. My mom (mid40F) would watch all these things and never did anything to stop the abuse, his abuse started ramping down when my little brother was born (12M) so most of these things happened to me from 6 years old to being 10. Harry has never been phsyically and verbally abusive towards my mom or my siblings I was his only victim at home.

I developed a slew of mental illness traits the main of which being diagnosed cPTSD from this abusive upbringing. I also ended up developing a phsyical disability that limits my mobility when I was turning 20, I live alone and the house I live in is extremely unaccessible and even dangerous for me to live in. Because of this I am still in regular contact with my mom getting her help with things I can't manage to do on my own due to my disability. Her and Harry are planning to move out to the countryside and have a house built there so I am aware I won't be able to rely on her for too many years longer. One day she mentions to me that apparently they had been planning to build me a small house tucked away at the back of their property for me to live in so she could keep taking care of me. I'd never heard of this plan before and never asked for anything like this.

First of all I found it incredibly demeaning to build a little doghouse out of sight to keep your traumatized disabled child like an unwanted pet only kept around out of pity and some sense of responsibility, my mom comes from a culture where its the norm to treat disabled people like this and make sure they are unseen but I did not appreciate it. Second of all this would literally be the most nightmarish scenario for me to live through possible, I can't drive I don't have a car and there is no public transport or delivery services for food and grocceries at all outside of the capital of my country. My mom doesn't drive either so she would put me in a scenario where literally every single aspect of my life would become completely dependent on my transphobic abuser that I still get full blown PTSD episodes even just thinking about. My house, my food, where I can go and getting to the doctor would all become completely at the mercy of Harry in this situation. This is when I told my mom if put in this situation I would blow up all of us in a gas explosion to escape it because that's how awful living through that would be.

She didn't really react to me saying I would blow all of them up if this happens because I use exaggerated violent language often, she just called me ungrateful. While it was mainly to express just how bad this situation would be for me it was also somewhat meant as a threat, due to my disability I've had other family members try to get me declared legally incompetent so they could get a government caregiver from me. My parents could absolutely use the law to force me into this housing situation even as an adult, it was partially a threat because I wanted it in their heads that it a bad idea for them to do this to me, realistically I would just commit suicide to escape it instead. My cPTSD makes me incapable of having grounded thoughts and reactions to the things that trigger it, I know my mental problems make me an asshole a lot of the time but I just want to live my shitty life as painlessly as possible for however long I've got left.

What are these acronyms?

[starysky1289]

Toxic!Sorority!Vanessa X Reader. Father.

Shout out to @707bot1 for giving me the sudden inspiration to finish this <3

You left your English philosophy classroom in a rush, Vanessa had told you to meet her by the fountain before 2, so you could both go out and get something for lunch. You where to busy on moving that you didn’t see the man in front of you, bumping into him face first.

“ Oh my, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you. “

“ oh, not a problem kid, I shouldn’t be standing in the middle of the path anyways. “

You looked up at the man, he had wrinkled features, but still looked pretty young, had to be just above middle aged. He wore an old pair of thin metal framed glasses, and his hair was brown, combed over slightly. The lower part of his face was a stubble grey goatee that went up to his ears.

“ are you lost? Looking for someone? “

You politely asked, you’d still have time to meet Vanessa and help this kind stranger.

“ nah. Just looking at my building. Names on the plaque Yaknow. “

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, you looked up quickly at the plaque above the big doors.

The ‘ William Afton ‘ English Hall.

You practically shook with excitement, turning back him.

“ your Mr.Afton?! Oh this is amazing! I’m such a big fan sir, I’m studying to be an English major, an English philosopher to be exact! Oh but also author, I’m sorry I’m just so excited to meet you! “

“ Haha, oh no worries, why don’t I walk ya to where your going, so your not late. I’ll answer any questions you have too, love meeting a fan. What’s your name? “

“ Y/N! Y/N L/N. Oh my girlfriend won’t believe this, I’m meeting her now. Thank you for taking this time to do this. “

William smiled, offering his arm for you to hold. You graciously took it, wrapping your arm around it as you both walked. You’d ask him questions on his career, and he’d respond in big stories.

“ so, your a mechanic by trade, but you also Drabble in poetry? Those two can mix quite well if you know what to write! I once had to write a whole poem about a car. I had no clue how to make a ford F150 into a stanza. “

“ Ha! Yes, in my earlier years I worked in animatronic technology that was used to make performing robots much more interactive with children. But poetry has always been natural to me, I’d never forget it. “

“ amazing! That technology is surely something. Oh, there she is. Vanessa! Look who I found! “

You waved vigorously to the blonde sitting on the fountains edge. She glanced up at you, before staring at him. You let go of William’s arm and trotted up to her, taking her hand.

“ Vanessa, this is- “

“ well, if it isn’t my little rabbit. How had my girl been. “

Vanessa stayed silent, gripping your hand tighter as she stared at William.

“ Y/N, has Vanessa never told you? This..blonde law major is my daughter. I figured you’d realize from her last name. “

“ my name is Vanessa Shelly. Y/N let’s go. “

Your heart fluttered, you dated the daughter of the man whom you had looked up too for years.

“ why didn’t you tell me Nessa! Oh he should come get lunch with us! “

“ No Y/N. He’s not. Now let’s go. “

William chuckled again, rubbing his head.

“ ah, don’t worry about it. I can see Vanessa’s doing just well. Spending my black card on those outfits and god knows what else for your little house. Maybe I should stop by and meet everyone- “

“ NO DAD. Stay the fuck away from my sorority, stay the fuck away from this campus, and stay the FUCK AWAY FROM MY GIRL. Now let’s go Y/N. “

Vanessa dragged you with her as she stormed off. You tried to wave bye to William as you left, but Vanessa just grabbed your hand. You made your way down to the parking lot. You sat in the usual passenger seat of Vanessa’s car, as she quickly started to drive off.

“ I don’t want you to ever. And I fucking mean EVER talk to my father again, do you understand me. “

“ why? You know I look up to him- “

“ He’s a horrible, horrible human. Now you fucking promise me you won’t talk to him again, let alone hold his arm like that. “

“ Ok! Ok fine, I won’t talk to him again. “

You both remained quiet on the rest of the car ride, starring out your window as she drove. When you both arrived at the small cafe, Vanessa pulled your face towards her by your chin, kissing you gently.

“ I just don’t want you getting hurt, ok baby? “

“ alright…I’m sorry..”

She kissed you once more, and smiled.

“ mm, good. I love you~ “

“ I love you too nessy…”

[lightofraye]

I’ve Been Summoned

Well… this week has turned into an interesting one. Yesterday, after work, I was opting to do an errand. But as I headed that way, my daughter rang me. Given she wasn’t the type to call unless urgent, I answered.

“You need to come home.”

Me: “What? Why?”

Her: “There’s someone from CPS and they have legal paperwork. They said they wanted to talk to you.”

My eyes widened. Child Protective Services wanted to talk to me? What?

I canceled the errand, turned the car around, and headed home. The whole drive home, I was worried. It couldn’t have been for me—my ex-husband had been incredibly quiet on that front, though he has a history of making false reports on me. And my former mother-in-law.

When I got home, I got there about 10 minutes before the process server returned. I waited for her outside, enjoying the nice weather. She immediately greeted me and I confirmed my identity.

Then the revelation: I was being summoned to testify in court. Months ago, I helped a neighborhood teenage girl after she was assaulted by her father. She had come to my house, in the dark, sans her necessary glasses, and managed to find help in my home.

I remember it fairly vividly too. Spent almost two hours juggling between helping the girl, calling the police, checking on her in the ambulance when it arrived, and talking long distance with her mother.

It seemed CPS now officially wants to take the kids away from the father and needs witnesses, proof, to terminate parental rights.

I looked at my daughter and said, “Hell yes, I’ll go.”

I’m never going to forget how that poor girl looked in the light of my porch, the blood trickling down from the corner of her mouth. She had been so terrified, so much so she didn’t want to bring danger into my home just by taking shelter.

I remember telling her she had nothing to worry about. If her father found her in my home and tried to become violent, he was in for a rude awakening. Her safety came first.

I did it before. I’d do it again.

I will speak up on any abuse I see.

I won’t let it stay hidden in the darkness.

[writtenonreceipts]

Based on the prompt received here and the song “too close” by jp cooper.

AO3 Link

This’ll probably be my last update for a while, jsyk

Warnings: mild angst, but it has a happy ending (spoiler). 3.8k words.

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eyes like stars, she brings me home

Autumn came to Velaris with its usual grace.  The mountains were turning from the vibrant green of summer to the burnished gold and warm brown of the changing season.  Usually by the third week of September you could drive up through the mountains and see the leaves change before your eyes.  Combined with the way the sun always seemed to shine day in and day out, the drive up to Ramiel was one of Rhys’ favorites.

At least…it had been.

For the last nine years he and his friends had made a point of driving up the canyon with plenty of coffee, cocoa, and spiced donuts between them.  The tradition started right after Rhys had gotten his license and he wanted to celebrate.  So he and Cassian and Azriel piled into his ratty old Corolla (father wouldn’t give him any money for a car as he hadn’t earned it) and they drove the canyon with a mountain of donuts and drinks between them.  And then Mor joined.  And Amren.  And then there was Feyre.

Feyre Archeron with her waves of dark blonde hair, infectious smile, and the wit to shut even Cassian up on occasion.

He hadn’t meant to fall in love with her at seventeen, really.  She was always meant to be his friend.  The one he could turn to on the worst of days.  The only one who knew about the nightmares that came after his mother died.

He hadn’t meant to fall in love with Feyre Archeron.  But some things couldn’t be helped.

Over the course of nine years, Rhys played his part perfectly.  He never teased Feyre too far, never touched where he shouldn’t, never let on how deep his feelings ran.  It wouldn’t be fair to Feyre or the rest of their friends to disrupt what they’d grown accustomed to.  To break up the friend group or make things awkward or—

So Rhys kept his feelings to himself.  And Azriel, because Az always stuffed his nose where it didn’t belong.  And Az tended to know things he had no business knowing.

When Feyre first started dating Isaac Hale, Rhys thought that was good.  It would help him get used to the idea that she really wasn’t his to have anyways.  And then Hale broke her heart and Rhys was the one to pick up the pieces.

“He was never good enough for you,” Rhys told her one night.  

They were in their sophomore year of college—Rhys in business and Feyre art history—and remained unseparated.  Mor chose to go to a school further south that specialized in psychology, Amren was always busy with law, Cassian starting his gym, and Az dropped out to do trade in mechanics.  It was just he and Feyre who saw each other consistently.  Strange, Rhys would come to think about, strange that somehow it turned to just the two of them.

Feyre let out a long sigh as she leaned back into his couch and looked at him sideways. “You have to say that.”

“It’s true,” Rhys said.  He nudged her with his shoulder.

They often found themselves here.  Together at his place finishing homework or cramming for exams.  Or on nights like tonight, just trying to tread water in preparation for the next week.

“He was an ass,” Rhys continued, “and you’re better off without him.”

Rhys could list off all the things that were wrong with Isaac if he wanted.  He’d curated the list long ago and had consistently added to it over the last five months of the miserable relationship.

Instead of replying, Feyre only leaned her head on his shoulder and tucked her legs beneath her.  Some reality show was playing on the old tv Rhys had rescued from a dumpster last week.  Neither were paying much attention to it though.  And that was fine.

Rhys much preferred the quiet, leisurely moments like this with Feyre.  Where they could just simply be and he could almost convince himself that something would change between them.  He was getting too close to that line of thinking, though.  He knew he couldn’t risk his friendship with Feyre.  Nor would he do anything that would potentially screw it up.  She was too important to him.

So they stayed like that until the night grew late and Rhys had already made the vow that he would never be the one to hurt Feyre.

…

Nine years.

He’d been in love with his best friend for nine years and he knew he was an utter idiot.  Who let themselves be in love with someone for nine years and never do anything about it? Rhysand.  And he was an idiot for it.

He’d tried dating other women and had been in a few somewhat serious relationships.  Serious for him at least.  The three-month mark was that magical moment where everything went to hell in a handbasket and the relationship would end and he’d be right back where he started.  Still in love with the same girl.

He was twenty-eight years old and nothing had changed.

Until Feyre started dating Tamlin Doyle. 

And Rhys had a sickening knowledge that this would be different.  That this relationship was the one that would truly break him.  Because Feyre was happy.  He saw it whenever he saw the two of them together.  Saw it when Feyre’s face lit up whenever Tamlin texted or called.  She’d even started hanging out at his place more and more. It soon got to the point where Rhys was lucky to see Feyre once or twice a week.

He tried to use it as his own chance to distance himself from Feyre.  To let it be the perfect excuse to move on, to find someone knew and let Feyre have her own life. 

And it would have worked, if Autumn hadn’t swept through the city again and a certain hadn’t taken the warmth of summer in one fell swoop. 

Rhys, a stickler for some traditions, didn’t think anything of it when he texted Feyre one Saturday morning to invite her on another drive up the canyon.  Because it was Feyre and this was what they did.  The drives, the talks, the time spent falling back into what they knew.

So when she texted him only a few moments after his message he was already planning on swinging through the coffee shop for their regular order.  It wasn’t until he actually read the words that he realized things weren’t going to be as they always had been.

Feyre: with tamlin today. Srry.

The words plain and simple with no way to misinterpret them.  Except all Rhys could do was stare at them.  She’d said the same thing last week and on Thursday when they’d all met up for drinks.  She was busy.  She had work.  Tamlin needed her.

Twenty minutes later when he picked Mor up to go with him instead, he tried telling his cousin about what happened.

“She always comes for the canyon runs,” Rhys said, pulling out onto the narrow two-lane highways that wove through the mountains.

From her seat, Mor sipped delicately on her coffee, snorting with disdain.

“Well, you don’t know Tamlin very well, do you?” Mor muttered.  Her mouth tilted into a frown as she glared out the front window.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rhys asked.

Mor only shook her head. “It doesn’t matter.  Just give her some space, yeah?  I’m meeting her for lunch next week, you don’t have to worry about her.”

“Mor,” he insisted.  He returned her glare as best he could while not careening the car over a cliff.

“Tamlin doesn’t share very well,” Mor said, she offered him a small smile, “you know Feyre, if she needs help, she always comes to you.”

Except Rhys didn’t like that response.  He didn’t like thinking about Feyre and Tamlin.  About whether or not Tamlin was good for her or if she really was happy.  Rhys didn’t like not knowing if things really were alright with Feyre.  And if she was, couldn’t she at least text him?

And maybe it wasn’t his business.  Maybe he really did need to give Feyre space.  Let her have a relationship outside of him.  Let her choose who she was—outside of him.

It made him sick; he couldn’t deny that.  Because what if…what if she found someone else, someone that…

These were the exact thoughts that he needed to shy away from.  That he needed to ignore.  Because Feyre, his Feyre, had a life to live and she never did anything she didn’t want to do. 

So Rhys kept driving.  He drove through the mountains and watched as the colors of summer faded from the bright greens and lush life into the amber of fall.  All the while his mind lingered on the what if’s of him and Feyre.

…

New Year’s Eve and he was spending it alone.

Rhys snorted to himself and shoved off the couch where ESPN was playing reels of the last big football game. It was nothing new, the channel had been on all night, the one thing that didn't show updates about the night of news. It made it easier to ignore reality.

He went to his kitchen, neat with its black cabinets and gray marble. Nothing stacked on the counters. Sterile as Feyre would say.

He winced.

Maybe that should be his resolution.  Not to think about her. Not to let her consumer him. To move on. Ten years was ten too many after all.

He poured himself a drink, ice clunking gently a he tossed a few cubes it. He downed half the whiskey before even shoving from the counter then poured himself another. 

It was the first New Years he hadn't bothered to do anything.  And he'd had plenty of opportunity.  Mor and her girlfriend were hosting a party together and Az was finally admitting to him and Gwyn being together.  Though Rhys wasn't surprised about that.  Cassian and Nesta were newly engaged and despite being homebodies every other damn day of the year they’d both tried dragging him out.

After the third rejection everyone had stopped bothering him.  Except Gwyn who kindly sent him an emoji of a cat in a party hat and an attached message: you had the right idea.  Why are we friends with these lunatics???

That at least made him smile.

Rhys shook his head and took another sip of his drink.  Already he could feel a gentle numbness spread through his body.  Not that he minded.  He’d rather get plastered in his own apartment then at a party where he knew he’d do something stupid.  Where Feyre was sure to be with Tamlin damned Doyle.  This was better.  This was the only solution to his feelings.  Stepping away.  Moving on.  And he wouldn’t try and draw a line between Feyre and their other friends.  Not when she didn’t even know a line needed to be drawn and for what.  That he was a bastard who didn’t even know how to act on his own feelings?

He stared at the television as another reel started of the Seahawks game.  They’d blown their lean, unsurprising, and the reel showed failed pass after failed pass.  At least he hadn’t made that bet with Varian over the game.  

His watch said eleven forty-five.  He should just go to bed, there was no reason to stay up til the tick of the year.  Maybe he should go to the airport and catch a random flight out.  New York or LA or…

A knock at the door pulled him from the thoughts of leaving.  He glanced again at his watch.  Forty-seven.  Who the hell?

More urgent this time, the knock wasn’t going anywhere.  

Cursing, Rhys trudged over to the door.  It was probably Cassian and he was going to have to have another talk about boundaries.  He should be allowed to skip out on New Years if he wanted to.

Rhys pulled the door open and froze, blinking at the sight before him.

There in a slim black dress that hugged each of her delightful curves was Feyre.  Her hair hung down her shoulders, the curls and waves framing her high cheekbones making her blue eyes stand out stark against her pale skin.  Her full lips were still stained with red lipstick, but the longer Rhys stared (he couldn’t help it) the more h realized something was off.  

“Feyre,” he said, more surprised than anything to see her there.  But concern soon took precedence as he noticed the way her mascara smudged and her eyes gleamed bright with unshed tears.  She was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and not even a poorly thought of New Year’s resolution would keep him from noting it.

“Rhys.”

His name was a bare whisper on her lips but familiar nonetheless.  She’d always had this way of twisting the single syllable of his name, breathless and intent all at once.  But this particular inflection—the one with lingering pain and edging with embarrassment—made his heart seize and his senses ignite all at once.

Rhys didn’t reach out to her, instead stepping aside for her to enter the apartment.  She did, black heels clicking rhythmically on the hardwood floor.

“I thought you’d be at Mor’s,” she said, turning slowly to face him.  If she’d thought he’d been there, then where had she been all night?

Even in the heels she was still small, not even eye level with him.  He’d teased her for it before, especially when they used to spar together at Cassian’s gym.  But that had been ages ago, another lifetime entirely.  Back before Tamlin.

“But, I didn’t know where else to go,” she continued.  She wouldn’t meet his eyes, staring instead at the small framed picture of Rhys and his sister on the small entryway table. “But I knew you wouldn’t say no.”

It was the unmistakable hitch in her voice that did it for Rhys.  The way she bit her lip and wrapped her arms around herself.  It wasn’t difficult to knew why she was here.  After all, it wasn’t the first time she’d showed up like this—scared and upset.  It made Rhys’ blood boil just to think about what Tamlin had done this time.

“Are you alright?” He asked first, because really that was the only thing that mattered to him.  That Feyre was safe, that she wasn’t hurt, that she was here.

She snorted indelicately; her revere broken.  She ran a hand through her hair, the strands tangling in her fingers.  A flush rose high on her cheeks and she muttered a curse.  

“Feyre, if he touched you—” Rhys began.  Even though he and Feyre had grown distant in the last few months, Rhys still knew exactly the kind of person Tamlin was and the subtle ways he’d manipulated Feyre in the course of their relationship.

“No,” she whispered, “he didn’t.”

But that haunted look didn’t leave her eyes.  Her lower lip trembled as she held back a wave of tears.  It took everything within him not to go to her.  And he wanted to.  He wanted to take her in his arms, feel her soft curves against him, smell the lingering pain on her skin and feel the little calluses on the tips of her fingers.  He wanted to—

He gripped his glass of whiskey harder, wondering if he should just set the glass down before he shattered it himself.  Though maybe it was a good thing he still held it, a reminder of how much he’d had to drink and that it would not be a good idea to drive to Tamlin’s apartment and have a conversation with him.  This wasn’t the first time Feyre had come to him teary eyes and visibly upset but Rhys would certainly try to make sure it was the last.

Feyre took a step towards him, her purse dangling precariously on one shoulder. “I broke up with Tamlin.”

The words hit him almost like a sucker punch.  Rhys could only stare at her as he disentangled the simple words from each other and repeated them over and over in his mind until the made sense.

“You—”

“Broke up,” she confirmed.  She tossed her purse aside where it thumped against the side of the couch and onto the floor. “He didn’t take it very well.”

Rhys’ jaw clenched.  Tamlin lived close enough he could walk—

“It was last week,” Feyre said, taking a few steps closer to Rhys. Her words started pouring out of her as if she couldn’t hold them in any longer. “After Christmas and the shitshow that was. But he kept trying to text me and talk to me and when I tried to give him back his key—he said something to me that I hadn’t realized and I had to talk to you but I didn’t know how.”

She was close enough now that Rhys could see the flecks of blue in her eyes that reminded him so much of the stars and that smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks.  They were their own set of constellations that he’d memorized long ago.

“Feyre,” Rhys said, not following her words in the slightest.

Instead of answering, she reached out and plucked the glass of whiskey from his hands.  She leaned around him and placed it on the table beside the picture of his sister and Rhys caught the scent of jasmine that she enjoyed so much. 

When she met his eyes, the tears had vanished, replaced by a fierce determination.  It was the first real sign of the Feyre he knew that Rhys had seen in the last five minutes.

And then, before he could try and coax anymore information out of her, she kissed him.

The first brush of her lips was soft, hardly hesitant, but careful and sweet as she cupped his jaw with one hand.  Rhys, hardly a gentleman, recovered from shock and kissed her back.  He wasn’t gentle nor careful as he pulled Feyre against him, his hands going to her hips and digging into her skin.

He knew he should slow down; knew he should try and talk to her but that part of his mind had shut down completely.  All he could think about was that Feyre was in his arms kissing him.  Her words that she’d broken up with Tamlin was a near constant thrum in his mind.  That she’d needed to talk to him.  That—

Feyre broke away with a gasp.  Her eyes were blown wide, lips pink and full.  She stared at him with a mix of shock and desire, as though two different parts of her were warring with each other.  As though she couldn’t believe what she’d just done.

“Rhys,” she said.  And he knew she was going to try and apologize, was going to try and explain away the kiss, her actions.  But Rhys wouldn’t have it.

He raised one hand to her cheek, brushing away a tendril of her hair.  She was warm against him; warm and soft and real.  How many times had he thought about kissing her?  About holding her against him and feeling her heartbeat beneath his fingers.  How many times had he thought about moments just like this?

Rhys leaned in again, brushing his nose against her, listening as her breath hitched in her throat and one of her hands flexed at his hips.  He was doing this all wrong, moving too fast even as the world around them had slowed to a stop.  All he could focus on were the stars in Feyre’s eyes as she blinked up at him, as though she were the one startled by her own actions.

“What did you need to tell me, Feyre?” he asked, voice rougher than he intended.  It wasn’t as though he could help it.  Not when she had that look in her eyes and not when her body fit so perfectly against his.

He didn’t know what he was waiting for, didn’t know that if her next words would send everything tumbling into hundreds of thousands of pieces.  But he knew he needed to hear it whether or not it would break him.

He watched as she wet her lips, as she dropped her gaze and her lashes fluttered.

“I think I’m in love with you.”  Careful and slow she enunciated the words so there was no way they could be missed or slurred or misunderstood.  She met his gaze with her own and for the first time that night Rhys could see the apprehension, the worry, lingering there.

“You think?” he asked, one brow rising.

“I can take it back--” she began, but Rhys was already kissing her again.

“Don’t you dare,” he growled against her, the hand not cupped against her cheek moving to wrap around her, tugging her so impossibly close.  

He deepened the kiss, tasting her sweetness and the lingering alcohol on her breath from whatever party she’d been at.  She groaned against him and Rhys knew he would do anything and everything for her to make that sound again.  All it took was for his tongue to brush hers and her hands were in his hair tugging with near urgency.  

Rhys had been waiting for this moment for ten years.  Ten years to kiss Feyre, to touch her as though it were the last thing he’d ever do.  He’d already memorized so much about her but with the way his hands were dancing across her body and how his lips traced her jaw, her throat--there was so much more to learn about her.

Somehow, they stumbled to the couch without falling, leaving Feyre’s heels somewhere in the middle of the hall.  And somehow, they fell together, Rhys going first and Feyre straddling his hips, that dress of hers riding so far up her thighs that it left little, if anything, to the imagination.

“Are you sure?” Feyre asked even as her hands trailed along the hem of his shirt, her fingers finding the bare skin of his abdomen. “About any of this?”

Rhys leaned into her until their foreheads were pressed together and his hands were settled low against her waist, itching to dip lower to the bare stretch of skin waiting for him.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” he said, pressed a slow lingering kiss to her lips. “I’ve been in love with you long enough.”

She chuckled wryly. “You love me?”

“From the first moment I saw you.”

Feyre stared at him; lips parted in surprise.  Her fingers remained against his skin leaving hot pricks where they pressed ever so lightly.  And then a slow smile danced across that beautiful mouth of hers.

“Prove it.”

So Rhys did.

The night faded into morning and the new year rose just the same as any other day aside from the two bodies that lay entwined together, right where they belonged.

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thanks for reading

[submissive-humiliation-slut]

The delicious allure of being hatefucked

The very thought of being fucked in anger... or worse - in hatred -makes me so fucking wet.

Having someone aggressively 'take' you, ravage use and hurt you because they are trying to teach you a lesson, get revenge on you or on someone you love, seeking restitution for wrongs you may or may not have done, taking out their other frustrations or just blowing off some steam... that's insanely hot.

I cannot tell you how many, many times I have edged (and cum) fantasising about being hatefucked.

Ex boyfriend you had a messy breakup with lets himself in using the keys he still has to your apartment and wordlessly grabs you by your hair, drags you into the bedroom you now share with your beloved husband and mercilessly slaps, chokes and fucks you. Then he gets off you - kicks you off the bed on the floor, takes the photo of you and your husband from the bedside table and puts it on your writhing body, stands above you with his cock still slick with your pussy juices and jerks off on your naked body with some of his cum ruining that beloved photo…

Co worker who you beat to the prime assignment. Comes into your office when you’re working late, locks the door behind you, tells you to get on your knees. Despite every fibre of your being telling you to fight, you deep submissive soul compels you to sink to your knees and bow your head before him. He ruthlessly face fucks you fully clothed calling you a cheap opportunistic whore. Tears run down your cheeks, drool staining your perfect silk blouse. He is not interested in your body or you - he is just there to use your mouth like a cunt… He pulls out and cums on your face and glasses. Then takes out his phone and takes several photos of you kneeling before him, your face covered in his cum. “Remember your place you cum slut whore…” He spits on our face before walking out leaving you on your knees. Later that night he sends you one of the photos of you cum soaked face with a text “Tomorrow… my place”...

Your father’s business partner who lost all his investment when he tried to sue your dad sends his wife to invite you over so you can help mend bridges between them. In their home, she holds you down while her husband rips your clothes off. She gently strokes your hair while you get mercilessly fucked and slapped by her husband who cums inside you. Then they make you watch the video of you getting hatefucked while they force you to rub yourself senseless and thank them for r@ping you. They film this and send it to your dad. The next day dad drives you to their place and waits outside in the car while their sons and daughter in laws ravage you!

So so so many more…

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The First of Us - Chapter 1

My sister tried to eat me

Joel Miller x f!reader (no use of y/n)

Series summary: you and your father meet Joel and Tommy 6 years after outbreak day. You join their group trying to make it to the Boston QZ not realizing all that joining would entail. You eventually make it to the QZ but not without suffering many losses. Tommy decides to join the Fireflies and you and Joel are left with your smuggling partner, Tess, when years later you meet a teenage girl that will bring you and Joel across the country, and maybe together.

Summary: You're 14 years old on September 29th, 2003 living in a small village in Kentucky with your parents and little sister on a farm. You couldn't have imagined how the day would go and the people you would meet 6 years later.

Warnings: death, outbreak day, friends to lovers, reader has a sister, minor physical descriptions of reader, grieving, FFM threeway (does not include reader, cannon typical violence(if I miss any please lmk)

a/n: this is my first fic! I'm super excited and also super nervous... the first three chapters are backstory and then chapter 4 and on will be pretty similar to the show! I wanna say thanks so much to @who-has-my-green-banana for helping me proofread and spellcheck and everything. Hope anyone who reads this, enjoys!

word count 6.2k

Ch2 masterlist

Friday, September 26th, 2003 Hazel, KY

It was a beautiful day. The clouds perfectly covered the sky to make it so that it wasn’t too bright outside but it was still sunny. You still had to walk down your mile-long driveway to the bus stop, so you were able to appreciate the weather every morning. Dad said that as soon as you turned 16 he’d let you drive to school, even though the area you lived in was so small that some parents were letting their kids drive at 15 when they just had their permits, but your dad is a stickler about laws, rules, and safety. He isn’t strict per say, but a protector and chronic worrier. 

The small village of Hazel, Kentucky, where your family farm resided, is home to only 450 people, meaning you had quite the long bus ride to school in the next town over. Hazel is known for its antique malls that dot main street and the “Hazel Day” celebration. Hazel Day was coming up actually and the town was getting ready and getting excited, but no one was more excited than your baby sister, Hazel. Your parents named your sister after the village because it was quite literally a community effort to get her into the world. Your mom’s water had broken in the middle of the local market and she somehow managed to progress so fast that there was no time for hospitals and only time for a sweet old woman's 5 minute car ride to her house and Hazel came not long after in an all natural tub birth. You’d never heard your mom scream so much. 

Hazel Elizabeth was born on September 30th, 1995. You were 6 years older. Your parents had tried for a very long time to get pregnant again after you. Your Dad really wanted a boy but after Hazel essentially arrived with a bow already in her hair it was clear that wasn’t happening and you were his only option, so he decided to teach you the ins and outs of farm life in hopes you would either take over one day or marry a man to take over, you couldn’t quite figure out which. That was another thing about the town of Hazel, people frequently got married right out of high school since the town was so small and was so incredibly old fashioned. Your Dad however never let you watch or do any of the butchering, he always said “killing is a man’s job, no woman should have blood on her hands.” But you didn’t care because you frequently named the animals and you slept better not knowing which of your pet chickens was in your mom’s chicken noodle soup. 

When you finally arrived at school and sat at your desk for your first hour, groaning internally when the usual ruckus broke out from the junior boys. They seemed to have no problem that they were still taking sophomore level English. You, however, were taking classes a year ahead. You were something of a smarty pants thanks to your mom’s ever present hand in your education. She worked part-time at one of the antique shops so she was often home to help with your studies or let you out of chores to go read. Her parents couldn't afford college for her so she wanted the best chance for you to get a good scholarship and be able to go. 

“Well aren’t you all extra fidgety today?” Mrs. Charleson said, “But it’s Friday, so pop quiz time to make sure you’re all caught up on the reading.”

Madison smugly raised her hand and you visibly cringed before the smart ass remark you knew she was about to make made its way to the surface. She’s your “neighbor” because her family is the only people who live within 6 miles from your house. “If you give us a pop quiz every Friday, is it even a pop quiz anymore?” She said and the Junior boys giggled. Gross.

“And yet some of you are still surprised,” Mrs. Charleson replied, smiling just as smartly. That made you and many other students laugh, proving why she was without a doubt your favorite teacher.

—

You aced your quiz. When the final bell rang you couldn’t wait to get out of there. Something was just off with everyone today but you couldn’t quite decide what it was. You headed to your locker to grab your snack of raisins and peanuts and then started walking in the direction of the local dress shop where your sister would be getting the final alterations done to her dress for the Hazel Day pageant.

“Hey Hazie!” you shout as you walk in and see your adorable baby sister. Her blonde curls somehow so effortlessly laid across her shoulders.

Hazie shrieks your name in excitement, “Come look at my dress!!” You walk further into the dress shop to see your sister in her Barbie pink pageant gown that you’d guess weighed more than she did soaking wet. It had everything a girl like Hazie could ever dream of, pink ribbons, ruffles, and even lace.

“Well aren’t you just the prettiest princess!” You said giving her a twirl.

“Oh don’t move so much I haven’t taken out the last pin!” Mrs. Vivian said. She was the owner of the dress shop and also the old woman from the market who took your mom to have a baby in her bathtub. She gave your mom a discounted rate for alterations for your sister’s endless pageant dress collection which helped your parents be able to support her pageant dreams. It was still a fucking expensive hobby and your parents definitely had more financial strain because of it, but whatever to make your little Hazie happy. 

Once alterations were done, Mrs. Vivian promised to have it done by October 1st which was 3 days before Hazel Day. “And don’t worry about this round of alterations Lillian, this one’s on me,” Mrs. Vivian said.

“Oh Vivian I couldn’t possibly allow you to do that,” your mother frantically replied. She absolutely hated accepting help from anyone.

“No, no, I insist! It’s a birthday present for our future junior pageant Queen.”

“Well, thank you, could I still at least give you a tip?” Your mother began bargaining. Mrs. Vivian along with everyone else was obsessed with your sister. Disney Princesses may not be real but they came to life in sweet Hazel Elizabeth. She deadass would have squirrels and birds and whatever else following her around, it was bizarre. But you couldn’t deny the fact that the effect of the sweet beacon of innocence and joy your sister had on people affected you too. Hazie was your everything, there’s not a single thing you wouldn’t do to protect her, not that she needed it. She may be pretty and cute, but she had quite the stubborn head on her shoulders.

“Momma can I have one more cookie before we go?” Hazel asked with the biggest doe eyes you ever did see, in what world would your mother ever be able to say no to her?

“You’ve already had two… how about half if you split it with your sister?” Your mother replied. 

“Okay!” Hazel grabbed the chocolate chip raisin cookies Mrs. Vivian had made and split it mostly in half and handed you the other piece. You were still a little hungry, but you’d just had your snack of raisins and decided that your daily tolerance of their texture was up, so you slipped Hazel the half she gave you on your walk back to the car.

��Shh,” you smiled at her, winking and watching her sweet blue eyes brighten at the sight of what would complete her third cookie. You tossed your backpack in the trunk next to Hazel’s homeschool books and popped in the front seat next to your mom. Your parents decided to homeschool your sister when the pageants and travel started affecting her ability to attend school. Plus it was one less thing your parents would have to pay for, so most of Hazel’s school supplies were just your old school supplies. It seemed like your mom kept everything you or Hazel ever touched. 

“Mommy? I feel a little funny.” Hazel piped up from the backseat, interrupting your looking-out-the-window-music-video-vibe you had going on while listening to Beyonce’s newest hit “Crazy in Love.”

“Honestly me too Hazie. Now yours may have to do with the three- yes, three- cookies you ate today. I saw you trying to be sneaky,” your mother glanced at you for a second, “but I think the weather’s changing so it may have something to do with that too.”

“Yeah it’s probably just a bug going around. People were weird today at school too,” you added, trying to ease Hazel’s worries.

“A BUG?? I don’t wanna be sick for my birthday Mommy,” Hazel pouted.

“Oh you won’t, love. It’ll pass, I promise. Do you have any homework today?” 

“No, just a test I need to study for in science.” You saw an opportunity and decided to take it. “So I’m not sure I can go to the pre-banquet tonight.”

“WHAT?” Hazel shouted from the backseat.

“Your sister’s right, the banquet won’t be a good use of her time if she needs to study. She’ll be at the pageant though, don’t worry.” Your mom’s obsession with your studies increased once your parents pulled Hazel from school, so you couldn’t be happier to study for your science test. Sitting in a stuffy room all dressed up eating stale food and surrounded by a bunch of snobby girls and their mothers was not how you wanted to spend your evening. You liked dressing up for church on Sundays and special occasions and you wore a little makeup every day, but you certainly were no pageant girl.

“Gosh it’s already 5:00. Help Hazel get ready will you? We need to leave in 45 minutes if we wanna make it there by 6:20…” your mom got out of the car rambling. If your dad was a chronic worrier your mother was an incessant worrier.

“Come on Hazie, let's get you all dressed up,” you said. You were no makeup artist, but for only being 14 and hardly wearing any makeup, you considered yourself pretty good. It was probably due to having done your sister’s makeup for so long. You may not like doing it very much, but you loved making Hazel happy and this definitely made her happy. 

“Stop jittering so much. I can barely get this eyeliner on straight and you know I’m no good at eyeliner anyway,” you said.

“I’m sorry, I think I’m just cold," your sister said softly. You immediately felt terrible and grabbed a light pink blanket off her bed and draped it over her shoulders.

“Maybe you are getting sick?” You took your hands to her forehead, but she was cold. “Huh no fever, though.” You more or less got her eyeliner on and started to touch up where her natural curls had flattened. Then you pulled the front bits back into a half up half down look and applied just a touch of tinted lip gloss. She may be required to wear makeup for these pageants but you still wanted her to look more like herself. 

“Thank you sissy,” Hazel said and gave you a big hug.

“Of course. And always remember you’re my favorite princess and you’re so so beautiful no matter what anyone says about you,” you said. You’d always been worried about what the effect of pageant life would have on her. You’d seen how deathly skinny some of the older pageant girls are, but you’re just glad Hazel still wants a third cookie.

“HAZEL ELIZABETH WE NEED TO LEAVE!”

“You better go. You know what mom’s like when she thinks she's gonna be late,” you warn your sister.

“I don’t know why she thinks we’re gonna be late, right now we’re still getting there 25 minutes early.”

“Ah, but,” you start.

“Early is on time, on time is late, and late is just unacceptable,” you and Hazel quote your mother perfectly. 

“HAZEL!” Your sister's eyes widen as she gives you a kiss on the cheek and then runs out of her room. You hear your mother shout love and goodbye, but leaves you no time to respond before the door slams and you’re met with silence. 

Just how you like it.

—

When your dad came in from the fields to find you at home, he wasn’t at all surprised, but that did mean you had to help him out with a few final things he wanted to get finished up today. When you tried to fix up something for dinner you realized your mom has been so preoccupied with Hazel and the pageant next weekend that going to the market must have slipped her mind, so you both settled on popcorn for dinner. 

“Now if we’re having popcorn for dinner, we have to watch a movie,” your dad said, shrugging.

“I think you’re right.” You could study for the test later. “What do you wanna watch?”

“Hmmm, how about Harry Potter?”

“Sorcerer's Stone or Chamber of Secrets?”

“Chamber of Secrets for sure. I wanna watch the scene of Hermione as that nightmarish cat” your dad replied. You started searching the DVD cabinet for the movie. “By the way, when’s the third one supposed to come out?”

“Uhhh sometime next summer I think? Ya know, you could just read the books to find out what happens.”

“And spoil the movie?! I would never,” your dad dramatically puts his hand out in front of you, reminding you where Hazel gets all her sass from. You, on the other hand, were more like your mother- empathetic to all, but protective of those you care about. Always a silent watcher and observer, thinking and planning what the correct response or move should be in a situation. It’s why your dad refuses to play board games anymore because either you or your mom would destroy him and Hazel and then it was just a battle between the two of you to see who could outsmart the other. You’d only beaten your mother once. She always seemed to be one step ahead of you. She claims it’s what happens when you become a parent, you’re too mentally prepared for any option to be surprised when something happens. Your dad would always say that’s bullshit because it’s never helped him out, which then turns into your mother scolding him for cursing around Hazel. You work with him in the barn so you’ve heard all the profanities, thanks to his frustrations, so she's not worried about you. She’s under the impression you just filter it out and have the vocabulary of a saint, but in reality you just don’t do it around her and your dad graciously hasn’t told her. 

About thirty minutes into the movie, your dad is passed out on the couch so you head upstairs to study for your test on Monday. Whatever made your teacher decide a test after the weekend was a good idea needs to be reevaluated. You plopped down at your desk, opened your textbook and notes, and began to go through them. You had stayed up late the night before studying the reading for the “pop quiz” you took today so your eyes started drooping a lot faster than you thought they would and before you knew it you had passed out on your desk reading your notes.

—

It was 11:30 when you heard it. A strange, croaking noise coming from down the hall that awoke you from your impromptu nap. You were a little disoriented from falling asleep at your desk. Your desk lamp was off, so you assumed one of your parents had shut it off before they went to bed. You turned the lamp back on and realized you had drooled on your notes. Shit. You had only smudged the ink a little bit and decided they were legible enough before you heard it again. Is there a fucking frog in the house? You tried to reason with your very sleep clouded brain when the croaking got closer and you heard a door creak. You got up from your desk chair to peek out your door and saw a small shadow had appeared in the darkness of the hallway. Assuming she also heard the freaky croaking noises and got scared, you called out to her in a whisper.

“Hazie? Are you okay?”

She tilted her head at you and you heard more croaking.

“Hazie…?” 

She jumped at you, and an inhuman sound came out of her–a shriek or scream or something you couldn’t even begin to describe. Before you knew it she was on you, clawing, snapping her teeth, and scratching. You were quite a bit bigger than her, and Hazel has always been quite small for her age so you could overtake her physically, but the mental hurdle of trying to understand what she was doing was a battle.

“Hazel? Hazie? Hazel? What the hell is going on, stop it!” You were wrestling with her at the top of the stairs and were starting to get scared she was gonna take you both down them. She kept croaking and screeching and suddenly the light was turned on. Your father stood at the bottom of the stairs, not croaking thankfully, but looking confused. When your mom and sister came home they must have left your dad on the couch and shut your lamp off.

“What the fuck are you two doing? Get off her!” You didn’t know who he was referring to but you didn't have time to ask before you heard more shrieks and inhumane croaks coming from your parents room. The door was shut but it was shaking like someone was pounding on it.

“Dad, something is wrong,” you said, starting to panic now at the possibility your mother would come barreling out of the room acting just like Hazel, or worse. Your dad started moving up the stairs, causing Hazel to suddenly stop attacking you and fly at your father, straight down the stairs. Hazel, or this creature that looked like Hazel, missed your dad completely and basically just flung herself down the stairs. That fall should have killed her or broken a bone at the very least, but she hit the bottom and just got straight back up, then turned to look at the two of you. The croaking and shrieking coming from your parents room was now partnered with sirens and helicopters outside. You didn’t know what was happening but you knew everything was changing much too fast for your liking. 

Hazel stood there, staring at you and your father, and started twitching. Similarly to how she had while you were doing her makeup, but more violent. She opened her mouth and in the light from the lamp in the living room and the one above the stairs you could see that there was a tendril-looking plant coming out of your sister's mouth that was moving on its own. You almost thought you were hallucinating. Something compelled your father to move. He barreled down the few stairs he’d come up and grabbed your sister by the neck like he was about to choke her, moving her head up to immobilize it. He studied her for a second before throwing her in the kitchen pantry and shutting the door. She started croaking again. But now she was also screaming. Not the shrieks from before, it sounded like the Hazel you knew. Screams she’d make when she saw a bug or got dirt on her hands. Screams she made when she fell off her bike. Screams like how she should have screamed when she flung herself down the stairs. 

Your dad calling your name brought you out of your daze. “I need you to grab something heavy that I can put in front of the door,” he shouted over Hazel and your mother’s screams. You’d never heard so much noise. So much unpleasant noise and it was loud. Loud. So, so loud. You couldn’t think. You could barely will yourself to move from the top of the stairs. Your arms stung and were sticky with blood pouring from where Hazel had scratched you. Could you even say that was Hazel? A more concerning bang from your parents door made you run down the stairs much faster. You could take Hazel in a fight like that, but definitely not your mother. Thankfully, the door held through. You don’t know where you found the strength to push the DVD cabinet in front of the pantry door. Just a few hours ago you were searching through it to find Harry Potter, and now you’re using it to trap your “sister” in the pantry. 

“What is happening?” You frantically asked your father. More like yelling at your father over the noise. You just needed it to stop being so loud so you could think. 

“I don’t know.” Your father moved from the pantry door that was barely holding on due to your sister trying to break through it. She isn’t that strong. She can’t be that strong? Your dad turns the TV on to see news reports of towns and cities on fire, people killing what looks like other people before cameras could cut away. The signal was barely pulling through, but you could see enough. When the signal was fully cut out, your dad moved to the radio, where they were talking about people who were acting similar to your mom and sister, and how they’re not safe and people need to run or kill them. Then there were croaks and screams and the signal went out and all you heard from the radio was static. Static, screaming, shrieking, your father’s heavy breathing, you couldn’t comprehend what was happening.

“Go to your room, shut the door, lock it, and stay in there until I come get you,” your father moved over to his desk in his office and took his gun out of the drawer and loaded it.

“Dad…? What the fuck are you doing?” You followed him, but suddenly heard gunshots in the distance and more sirens and you both looked out the window. It was rare to hear sirens all the way out where you lived, so you both knew that if you could hear them, it didn't mean anything good.

“What everyone else is,” he said, turning from the window to look at you. He moved to where you were at the front of his office and you could see the conflict in his eyes when he looked at you. “I don’t want this on your conscience.” You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You started to cry. You cried, the shrieks blending in with your sobs. You so desperately wanted to wake up from this nightmare.

“I know sweetheart, I’m sorry.” You looked up and your father was crying too. In your 14 years of life you had never seen your dad cry. That scared you even more. 

“Go in your room,” he said sternly, trying to hide his emotions and tears. You wordlessly followed his orders, taking one last look at the pantry, the pounding on the door was going to be the last thing you saw your sister do alive. Your father was about to kill your sister, and your mother. And you were not only letting him, you almost felt thankful. They won’t have to suffer anymore. At the top of the stairs, right before the door to your room, you watched the pounding on the door to your parents room too before slipping into your room and closing the door, locking it, and staying there. Just as you were told. You’d always been a rule follower, but you just never thought it would be something like this.

A few minutes passed before you heard the DVD cabinet get moved and the pantry door finally break open. You assumed your dad had to talk himself into what he was about to. Then you heard it. Bang. A set of croaking stopped and you heard your dad’s sobs as he climbed up the stairs. You sobbed into the pillows of your bed. Then you heard the same thing as before, the door opened, and then the gun went off.

Bang.

And you’re met with silence, but this time you don’t like it.

—

6 years later, date unknown, year 2009

It was a beautiful day. Sunny with a soft breeze. You stood at the two matching headstones with the wildflowers you’d gathered, taking the dead ones out of the pot and adding the new ones. You and your father had stolen the headstones a few weeks after outbreak day. You couldn’t even really say stolen. The owner had gotten infected, and no one was really around to stop you. You and your father carved their names into them that night and wheelbarrowed them over to where you buried them the next morning. Lillian Rose and Hazel Elizabeth. You saw their bodies, for closure purposes. Both with a bullet in the head and cordyceps, you now knew, in their mouths. They didn’t look like them, which helped only a little bit because it didn’t help any with the fact they were dead. 

Your father and you drove into town the morning after and got a little bit of information. What law enforcement had told them to do in town, none of them apparently cared enough to go out to the countryside assuming we were all dead. Then what we knew so far about the people being dubbed “the infected,” it passed through bites so you were okay since you only got scratched but you and your dad were both on edge for a few days. And that the town leaders left were calling for a meeting to see who was alive and who wasn’t. 

Out of the 450 people in Hazel, 25 people remained. Two of which being you and your father, so 23 others. Most of them were the only ones of their families to survive. It seemed like if you didn’t get sick, a family member bit you before you could do anything or register what was happening. That seemed to be what happened to your neighbors. Your dad killed a lot of infected people that day, including Madison and her family. It seemed like her parents had gotten sick and attacked her because she had a bite mark and they didn’t.

 The general consensus of the meeting was that you can try to make it to what eventually became the Nashville QZ, at the time it was just a government support station, because it was closer than the Frankfort one or you can stay here and play survival. Most of the older people decided to try to make it to the QZ, but you and your dad decided to stay. You both felt safer in your own hands rather than someone else’s. After some cars were stocked with people, gas, and food you sent over half of who were left away.

You started playing adult that day. Your father asked for your opinion on every decision setting up this new version of your father-daughter relationship as partners and equals, knowing the two of you were really the only ones you could trust. You’d gone through everything the two of you did that day, why hadn’t you two gotten sick? You figured it out before the authorities did that it was probably flour. The only common thing you and your dad had done was not eat something with flour. Even six years later you think about what might have happened if you had eaten the cookie and gotten sick or if you and your dad had decided to order pizza instead of just eating popcorn and got sick. 

You raided the market for non-perishable goods first, then houses. You stepped over bodies, infected and not. You gathered a hell of a lot of gas and stuff for your farm animals. Living off of your land and what you could find was hard, but after you heard about what was going on in the local QZs you were glad you and your father decided to stay.

You were already pretty outdoorsy, but your father taught you even more. You had your own gun now, you practiced throwing knives in your spare time, and you helped with the butchering now and again. You tried to stay good, it’s what your mom would have wanted, so the occasional straggler was given a meal and a place to sleep for the night before “gently” being told to get on their way. You rarely ran into infected, but when you did, you killed them with ease. Your dad hated when you wouldn’t let him do it. He was still trying to preserve some kind of innocence he thought was left in you.

You can’t lie to yourself, the apocalypse and the world shutting down requiring you to work more combined with the fact you had just gotten older had given you the looks you wished you had at 14. You could tell by the way men looked at you when they stopped by your house, and because you weren’t blind. You were 20 now, your body was now fully developed, your hair was long, you’d gotten slightly taller, and your body was thinner and more toned. 

You and your dad decided to do one of your rare visits to town to find some cars to get gas out of and maybe check in with the people and make sure they’re doing okay. Out of everyone left in Hazel, you were significantly better off than most people because of the farm and just being more able bodied. There weren’t a lot of families in Hazel, most of them were in the next town over, so it was a lot of middle to late aged people just doing what they could and trading with you and your dad for food. You certainly weren’t living luxuriously or comfortably per say, but your worries were certainly less than others.

Your dad headed into one of the antique shops on main street to see if they still had anything of value. You both ignored the fact this was where your mom worked, and that you’d searched this one hundreds of times, rarely finding anything, and you were only here because it made you feel closer to her. Then you saw them, straight in front of you. A group of people you’d never seen before. They’d just walked out of what used to be the local bar and it looks like they found a stash the other people in town had either been saving or hadn’t found yet. The man at the front of the group noticed you first then said something to the others that made them look your way. It immediately made you worry, you’re used to taking one, maybe two people in for a night but not… 8.

“Dad?” You called softly trying not to give off that you were scared but with enough urgency that he came out immediately. He too noticed what you had seen and that they were headed right towards you.

“Fuck,” he said taking his gun out from behind his back and holding it down at his side, as did you.

“Well hellooo there,” the man who was in front said with a bit of a southern accent, “who might we have here to bless us?”

“Mike, how about you?” your father said and you smirked.

“Well I’m Ryan, and we’re just a group of people trying to get by, you think you could help us with that?” You scanned over the group of them, out of the 8 only 2 were female, but they all looked set to kill you and your father at any second. But there were two men in the back, however, who looked uncomfortable. They looked similar enough to be at least related, maybe brothers. One was taller and more well built than the other who was only slightly shorter but skinnier and with more defined muscles but you could tell they could both pick you up one handed and throw you down with ease. The taller one definitely caught your eye the longest, he looked like he’d seen some things.

“That depends, what exactly do you want from us?” Your father did the talking and like always you did the observing.

“Some food to start, our location, and maybe something fun for later,” Ryan said, eyeing you. Bold. Now you had to speak up.

“I don’t know what you had in mind but I can guarantee my idea of fun and yours may not be the same,” you said softly but not unstrong. You can sense that he doesn’t like hearing no so you’ll at least be gentle about it.

“Oh please enlighten me,” he said, taking a step toward you. You took a step toward him.

“I like to throw knives, and I can think of a target I could practice with, if it's not too small,” you say, giving him a sweet smile. The other members of the group giggle and this Ryan guy backs off.

“Aren’t you just a sweet peach,” he said sarcastically.

“Now, we can help with the food and location, but if you’re going to stay here you’re going to follow our rules. Got it?” You said.

“Now what makes you think we’re gonna wanna abide by that?” Ryan says.

“Because you wouldn’t be asking us for help if you didn’t need it, and looks to me like this girl over here is coming down with something so you need medication too. I can also tell that you all are longing for a good night's rest and haven’t eaten well in a few days, so if you want any of that, you're gonna listen to us.” Your observations seemed to sway them because soon enough they were in the bed of your dad’s pickup and you were headed back to your house.

— 

You all exchanged information and food. They snarfed their meals and you couldn’t blame them. You learned most of them were from Texas but a few were from Louisiana and Mississippi. They were traveling north, apparently the QZs in the bigger cities like Boston and Philadelphia were doing better than the Kentucky ones so they were trying to make it there because life in the open was getting harder and harder. You learned that the FEDRA people had finally developed a test for cordyceps that pinched you in the neck and the reader would light up green or red. But the most thought provoking thing you learned was about raiders and FEDRA raids. You and your dad had thought the FEDRA raids were over, but apparently they were still going out on random raids to try to collect people. Not things or supplies, people. And then killing them because dead people can’t get infected. But the sound of raiders just terrified you. You figured the people in front of you were raiders of a sort but they seemed to be on the better end of what’s out there.

“We only kill if they attack us first, raiders kill first,” a woman named Sasha said. You looked at your dad and you could see the thoughts crossing his mind. We won’t be safe from any of that. 

“If you think it would be best, you’re welcome to join us. Your food supplies should get us most of the way there and if we can ride in your truck it would help us get there faster. Try to find better lives for all of us,” another guy whose name you haven’t been told yet said.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea Blake, but we’ll have to let them think about it,” Ryan said in response. 

You looked at your dad shrugging your shoulders slightly, “It’s not a bad idea, we’ll eventually run out of things here and one dry season and that's it.” Your dad looks at you slowly and you try to communicate with your eyes what you’re really thinking. It’s an opportunity to get out of here with actual able bodied help to maybe find somewhere easier.

“Okay,” he says to you first, “okay,” he says again directed at Ryan.

You picked up some of the dishes and headed into the kitchen to start washing them. You quickly grabbed the extra soap from the pantry and a common thought of yours crossed your mind, that you didn’t have to open the door anymore. You heard footsteps behind you and who you expected to be your father was actually the two men you had guessed were brothers, carrying the other dishes. 

“Oh, well thanks…” you said, a little surprised.

“Yeah, no problem,” the younger one said with a real southern drawl you hadn’t heard in a long time, “I’m Tommy by the way. And this is my older brother…” 

“Joel.”

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4 - He Deserves A Chance

Part 5

The Texas Tire Family

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Sitting in the parking lot outside Dairy Queen, Georgie was finishing up some stuff at the gambling room so I was picking up dinner for us and Aurora. Biting into my burger I heard someone knock on my window so I cracked open the door a little bit. “Can I help you?”

The guy apparently had walked out of the restaurant but I could smell alcohol in his breath. “Hey doll, care for…a…beer…with me.” He slurred his words where I sat my burger down in my lap glancing to my daughter.

“Uh no thanks. I am underage.” I responded by going to close my door but he grabbed the door handle seeing my baby girl in the passenger seat.

He smirked, yanking me out of the truck where I screamed and she started crying. “Looks like I found myself a little rebel teenager and her little baby too.” He death gripped my wrists shoving me up against the truck before he blocked me in between him.

“Urgh I said no!” I grunted trying to push him away from me yet he gripped my shirt almost tearing it in half until someone grabbed the guy by the collar of his jacket.

Sliding down the side of the truck I gasped seeing someone punch the guy in the jaw until he was fast first flat on the blacktop ground. Lifting my gaze upward I recognized the person who walked over to me offering me their freehand. “Are you alright, Y/n?”

“George…um yeah. How did you figure I was here?” I asked when he pulled me to stand on my feet before I turned around seeing Rora had a scared look on her face. Unbuckling Rora from her car seat I gently picked her up feeling her calm down when she laid her head on my chest. “Sssh sweetheart mommy is fine.”

George scans over my body seeing some of my clothes were torn but nothing too serious where we would have to go to the hospital. “Okay well let’s get you guys home. I’ll take Aurora.” He gently took her from my arms, putting her back in the car seat.

Climbing back in my seat he followed me from behind and thankfully I made the drive home without any problems. Walking through the door of the apartment he held it open for me so I could lay her down in the bed. “Thank you, Mr. Cooper. But I am fine from here.”

“I’m not going to leave you until Georgie gets back. That guy could have really hurt you.” He responded sitting down beside me on the couch in our apartment.

Running my hands through my hair I sighed knowing it was a miracle that he was there. “Why were you out in town tonight. I thought you stopped going to the bar when I told you I was pregnant.”

“Don’t tell Mary but I was stressed after work. I saw you there and I knew I couldn’t let that bum touch my daughter in law.” Geoegie explained resting his hand on my shoulder before I hugged him gently. He hugged me slowly before with a weak smile.

Georgie hit the ignore call button on his phone for the sixth time today since we had picked the girls up from the mall earlier. Missy was coming into town so we needed to get the girls to nap because they would want to be awake when she got here. “Seriously I am going to throw my phone out the window if he keeps calling me!”

"He would stop if you picked up the phone and agreed to go to his wedding." I spat shooting him an annoyed gaze from the passenger seat.

Georgie grumbled some curse words under his breath getting out of the truck. He opened the apartment door with me carrying Eve in my arms. He had already put Aurora down for her nap in their shared room. "Are we seriously gonna do this the whole weekend until he leaves town, Y/n."

Spinning around in my brown boots I pointed my finger at him not really caring if he didn't want to have the conversation. "Yes we are, George Marshall. He's your brother for crying out loud!"

“But he also left after my father died and didn’t do anything to help us!” He raised his voice at me where I could hear his accent break at bringing it up. No matter how many years it had been we all still were broken by George passing away from a heart attack.

I always felt sad knowing that the girls would never know one of their grandpa’s. He was a great father in law to me. He told me that I was the best girlfriend Geoegie ever had when we were kids. “You’re right but I refuse to have our kids not know their Uncle Sheldon. Plus I want to meet the real girl who managed to get the eleven year old genius to marry. As far as any of us thought he would end up marrying a robot that he built instead of a human girl.”

“Fine darlin’….I’ll go see him but you’re coming with me. Let’s wake the girls up.” He slumped his shoulders causing me to squeal, flinging my arms around him in a hug. Breaking the hug I gently shook the girls awake telling them to get back in the truck heading to the hotel.

Stepping off the elevator Eve shot in front of us on her skateboard banging on the door number to the room Leonard had sent me in case we changed our minds before they left. “Open up Uncle scientist!”

“Sssh Eve. There are other people.” I made the girl be quiet, not needing some upset Texas neighbors in this hotel.

The door opened where the four of us stood outside seeing Leonard open the door with a half smile seeing us actually there. “I’m here to talk to my brother.” He moved out of the way letting us inside seeing Sheldon sitting on the bed complaining with room service.

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Chapter 12 {Completed}

Summary: Jake retires from the military honorably. He steps into a new roll, ready to settle down in his hometown of Texas. He is placed on your shift. Your current relationship is stable until the dust settles, revealing cracks in the foundation.

Warnings: police work gets gory, smut in a chapter

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Kennedy rolled over, leaning over Tyler, grabbing his phone from his nightstand.

"Hello?" He rubbed sleep from his eyes.

"Ken honey. I'm getting my stuff. I have to come by and pick it up. I have to get ready for my family's dinner. I'm sorry it's early she called me and reminded me because I forgot."

"Pick up your stuff?" He paused, being pulled back down by Tyler wrapping his arms around him. "You know what, tell me later. Love ya bye." He hung up the phone quickly.

"I guess he's busy..." You smile over at Jake, raising your brows.

Jake smirked back. "Yeah, real busy..." He chuckled.

You rolled your eyes playfully. "I just have to pick up my car and drive it back, then I can unpack later. Are you coming with me to my family's dinner?"

"Yeah, I'll go with you." He grabbed your hand.

You wrapped your fingers with his. This new beginning felt nice and comfortable.

You drove your car back to Jake's house and rushed inside to get dressed. You wore something casual meant for a ranch.

You stood in the hallway watching Jake get dressed. He had his jeans on, a pair of boots, he was slipping his shirt on. You watched his muscles glisten with each move. He fixed his hair in the mirror. "You ready to go, darling?"

Your heart swelled as he stepped out of the room, taking your waist in his arm. "Um... y-yeah." You were lost in his eyes, unable to speak.

He leaned down, stealing a kiss from your lips. He walked away, leaving your body in a trance. You stood stunned until finally collecting yourself enough to walk.

Your family all stood around the same as always they helped around the kitchen where needed. Jake opened your side door. He helped you out of his truck.

The front door opened. "Honey, you're right on time. Oh..." she paused, seeing a truck replacing your normal car. "You're ophelia's boy."

"Yes ma'am." He nodded his head. "Jake seresin." He held out his hand, shaking your mom's hand.

"It's nice to finally meet you. Your mama's told me a lot." She smiled, letting you both in.

"All good, I hope." He chuckles, knowing the stories his mother could tell.

"Great things." She walked past the pair, getting to the kitchen to finish stirring the pot on the stove.

You both follow your mom, and you both step in helping out. Jake just washing a single dish would be more than James ever did, yet here he was right next to your mom cutting all the vegetables.

Dinner is put in the oven. Your family raves about the new baby coming from your sister in law, Jake's many accomplishments, and your dad giving him a hard time, but of course accepting him due to him already sky rocketing past how James ever treated you or them for that matter.

Everyone eats dinner, and Jake helps you with the dishes for clean up.

"You did good on this one..." Your mother whispers in your ear as she watches Jake play chess with your father after everyone had left.

"I think so, too." Her arms wrapped around you, kissing her little girl that will never truly be an adult in her eyes, but she has to accept it as you walk out the door with the new man in your life.

"Bye honey. Be good, you two! It was nice to meet you, jake." The doors closed, sending you on your way back to your new home. Your phone started ringing while the truck passed by the trees.

"Marilyn... babe... so we are double dating again tonight, so if there's nothing between you and Jake I need you to prete..." Kennedy starts saying before you interrupt.

"There is..." You save him the breath and words.

"Babe, tell me all the details later. We are going out tonight! You remember what I've taught you. No clashing patterns, colors that work together..." He continued rambling.

"Make sure I'm sucked, tucked, and plucked. I've got it, ken." You reassure him.

"My baby is all grown up." He fake cries. "We are meeting at Ultra again. We are going on a double date. I can't believe it!" He says with happiness oozing from the words.

"I'll see you in a few hours." You pause briefly. "Im proud of you, Ken, honey." Your voice trembling with happy tears threatening to spill, knowing he is finally opening up to someone as a partner.

"Bitch I'm hanging up this phone don't you make me cry. I love you." He started actually tearing up.

"I love you more." You click off the call. Your attention turns to Jake.

"So I take that it's going well with Ken and Tyler?" He spoke up, grabbing your leg softly with one hand on the wheel.

"Yes... thank you, Jake. We're all going on a double date tonight." You wiped away a single tear, pulling yourself together quickly.

"Good when we get home. I'm gonna go outside and feed the animals real quick, then we can get ready." It was so strange but comforting to hear him call a shared place with you home.

You get home. Jake heads towards the back door, waving at you before going out towards the barn. You head up to Jake's room and lay on the bed, pulling out your book.

'His eyes as certain as the sun. Completely sure that his world was nothing but her. She kissed his lips, pulling him into a deep kiss. This man was wholeheartedly hers. He wanted nothing more in his life. His arms wrapped around her waist, and every emotion fell under love. His mind pulled in no other direction but her. Their first kiss was so powerful that it could strike an ocean into a drought. Their bond became so connected as they reached new heights. His hands...' You stopped reading as Jake walked in.

He kicked his clothes off, laying next to you, holding you close to him. The book closed and fell long forgotten on the floor as his lips met yours. You no longer needed the men in the books to keep you safe and loved. You found your true love right in your arms. He was every woman's dream, but only you were his, and there the book laid holding all the fears and sadness from your past in the pages while it was your only safety for all those years. Many nights passed with the book laying under the bed, as your life kept getting more interlaced with Jake Seresin's as he settled down with his newfound family.

Many years past, the book was still in place long forgotten under the bed. The ceiling above held it away as You, Jake, Uncles Ken, and Tyler all gathered around watching your two children play in the living room below your bedroom.

A/N: just a song stuck in my head after writing this.

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