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romanarose · 9 months ago

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For the Longest Time: Chapter 10

William Miller x Fem!OC (Lorelei Giang)

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Summary: It's the Garcia-Dumas wedding, and Lorelei solidifies her place in the family.

Warnings: DV, mentions of baby trapping, lots of pregnancy talk. Pretty fluffy chapter tbh.

A/N: THE FINALLLEEEEE

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Will had left a few hours ago to help set up for the wedding. Lorelei was going to, but after another late night at the hospital, Will 'politely suggested’ she sleep in, saying that they had it. It wasn’t an elaborate set up, some twinkly lights and some anti mosquito candles for the night time, some decorations here and there, tables etc. Lorelei just needed to be there to do Laci and Jana’s hair and make-up.

It was a beautiful day out, partly cloudy but still sunshine, light breeze. Everything aligned for Laci’s big day, and thank god for it. She deserved a good day for fucking once. Hell, so did Santi.

As Lore munched on a PBJ, strawberry jam because she hated grape, she got a phone call. When she looked at her phone, Ben’s smiley face was lighting up her screen. How different he looked from now…

“Ben…” She answered the phone stern. “You cannot cancel on her this time, you just can’t” Lorelei was sure he was calling her to say he wasn’t coming, and she would do everything she could to prevent that. He needed to be there; she was worried if Ben didn’t show, Laci would cancel the whole day. Poor girl would be heartbroken again. Lorelei would run her ass to David’s bridal and get some off the rack dress right now and be a bridesmaid if she needed to. Laci was getting married today, and she was having a good fucking day.

“No, Lorelei…” She heard him sigh. “I need help. I have… i have a black eye”

Fuck. God fucking dammit. She was going to kill Alice for hurting her brother like this… but right now, wedding. “Ben, honey-”

“Can you cover it up?”

“Come over. I got you.”

It wasn’t too ugly right now, but Ben and her would have to touch it up over the course of the day. She combined the liquid foundation she had for Laci’s skin with a little bit of her own, making something to match Ben’s light tan.

Her heart broke every time she saw him wince, fighting tears in her own eyes.

Ben was late, but he showed. That’s what he needed. Will, Ben, Santi and Frank all got together in the spare bedroom that they used for the foster kids. The addition that Santi had built wasn’t quite done yet but was being used for storage of the food and drinks and for everyone's purses and coats. The daytime would be hot but as night came, jackets would be needed. Laci made sure there were lots of blankets for everyone, but there was plenty of room inside.

The wedding was small, Santi and Laci having no family left. Santi invited a few army friends, and Tom’s family although they never replied to the invite. Laci invited a few coworkers. Gideon, Ben and Will’s grandpa Laci had connected with would be coming as would Will’s come, Jenna. The friends they made in New York flew to Florida, and although most of Jana’s family couldn’t make it, they had been invited for their hospitality to Santi and even Laci. Jana’s brother, Jacob would be there and Laci and Ben’s hair stylist, Bre would be there too.

“Santi?” Jana’s voice interrupted the men’s talking, mostly dressed but still a few buttons and ties needing to be done.

Before Santi could open his mouth, Frankie stood up, shouting “god DAMN, Mama! Look at you!”

Jana was fucking glowing. Pregnancy always had looked good on her. Will would never sexualize her, but she was an objectively beautiful woman and when she was pregnant, she was happy, sober, and stunning to look at. Jana smiled, kissing Frankie with her glossy lips and patting his cheeks before turning to Santi with a slightly more serious tone. “There’s a small problem.”

“She left me.” Santi deadpanned.

“Oh my god.” Jana smacked her head and Frankie flicked him. “No, you dumbass. I havn’t seen a woman so obsessed with a man since Charles Manson, for christsake. Just, come here.”

Jana explained the issue. While doing Laci’s hair, they couldn’t quite get it to quite cover up that scar on her forehead. When Santi found her, her face was covered in blood with a large gash on her forehead that cut deep into her hairline. By the time she was found, there was no need for first aid and the scarring was inevitable. Laci had a lot of insecurity around her small size, her large ears, her thin hair, and now the very noticeable scar on her head.

“Baby?” Santi called, opening the door but Laci quickly closed it.

“You can’t see me in my dress!”

“Baby I wanna hold you.”

The door cracked open. “Put your back to the door and hold out your hand?” Her small voice questioned.

“Of course, Lace.” He did as she said and Laci mirrored him. Back to back, they held each other’s hand. “Baby…” he whispered. “I can’t see you, but I know you’re beautiful… you’re always beautiful, in your dresses, in your PJ’s… Miss Lacina, if you walked out here in sweats and a t-shirt I’d still marry the fuck out of you and love every moment.”

Laci, squeezed his hand. Lorelei mutters a ‘goddammit Santi you’re making her cry’ and she dabbed at her eyes with a tissue.

“Good cry or bad cry?” Crying for Laci could mean about anything.

Laci giggled. “Good cry. You don’t mind if you can see the scar?”

“You know the answer.”

“I need to hear it.”

“Munequita… I need you to know when I say this, theres nothing I wouldn’t do to take away all the suffering you went through. But Lace, when I see the scars on your body, and I promise it’s not something I notice a lot, I need you to know when I see the scars, I’m reminded how strong you are. I’m reminded how much you fought to survive and christ, I am so proud of you. Now we’re here, we’re getting married, we’re having a baby… because you had the strength to survive what I never could.”

Lorelei muttered swears again, but when Laci spoke she was smiling. “I’m gonna marry you so hard, Santi.”

Lorelei watched in the front row, fanning herself. It was just a little hot, but pretty much a miracle for July in Florida. She was thankful for the cushioned seats, but still found herself uncomfortable. Chloe was due in 3 weeks, and everything fucking sucked. She felt like garbage, only throwing together her outfit and make up after getting Laci and Jana all dolls up themselves. It wasn’t too much at all, thank god. She volunteered to do it when she was in the highlight of pregnancy.

Laci kept her make-up simple, with a brown eyeliner to make her small blue eyes pop and fill in her blonde brows, and a dusting of pink blush. Her eyes were a light pink, with the arches of her brows and her cheeks splattered in sparkle powder. The real challenge was covering up the scar. In the end, Lorelei was able to work her magic she perfected in high school covering a massive acne problem, blending the raised pink tissue into her light hair and skin and brushing some hair over the part in her hairline for a little move coverage. When her dress was on, she looked like a fairy princess.

Jana had more extensive make-up, Lorelei highlighting her sharp features but not making it too heavy in the humidity, lest it sweat off or cake. The focus was on her eyes. Jana had stunning eyes, sharp, large, and wide-set. The eyeliner was black, thicker than Laci and a sharp wing and gold eyeshadow matching her braids and the bridesmaids dress. They looked absolutely stunning.

Lorelei was next next to Gideon who was next to Jenna, chatting about the baby and the future plans for the farm. Jenna asked if Chloe was a boy, what the name would be and Lorelei answered Gideon Háo. Jenna mentioned as an aside that ‘Paul would make a good middle name’. Lorelei politely said they’d consider it for future children, but had no intention of naming her child after the man that lacerated her future husband’s back. Gideon side eye’d Lorelei. He did not like his late son-in-law, but Lorelei doubted he knew the extent of what happened on the farm. It occurred to Lorelei that she had talked about having other children with Will. She wasn’t sure Will wanted more, or how many… but she got the feeling there were at least a few more on the way. It also crossed her mind that she thought of Will as her future husband, and that? That she had no doubts about. She was going to marry that man.

Lorelei felt a tap on her shoulder, and turned to see a smiling Ben holding Rosie. It was nice to see him so happy and so… sober. Laci opted for a dry wedding, but people could bring their own drinks if they wanted to, and Frankie convinced Ben to not drink for one day.

“Oh my goodness!” She stood, reaching out to hold the toddler. Rosie was in a flower girl dress, looking adorable. “Come here beautiful!”

“Are you gonna be in aunt Laci’s wedding?” She asked.

“No sweetie, but I’m here to support your aunt and uncle because I love them very much.” and she did. Even Santi. They had made up quickly, both understanding that they were just protecting their family.

“Actually,” Ben said, nudging Lorelei out of the aisle. “That’s what I’ve been sent to get you for.”

When Lorelei got back into the house where everyone was doing the final touches, Laci dashed over to Lorelei when she came in. She was beautiful in a short, blush dress with white lace, a white bow in her hair.

“Lorelei! Okay I’m gonna ask you something and you can totally say no because it’s literally the last minute and i know you’re super pregnant right now-”

“Laci” Lorelei stopped, chuckling. “Babe, whatever it is, I’ll do it.”

Laci swallowed, twiddling her thumbs. “Well, you’re like family and now you and Will are together and it just… it doesn’t feel right not having you with me… Will you be a bridesmaid? Please? I promise this isn’t like, I’m throwing you in here because I feel like I have to with you dating Will I just really love you and you do so much for our family and for Ben and-”

Lorelei cut her off with a hug. That was… not what she was expecting, but she had no doubt the girl was sincere. It didn’t feel like an afterthought. It felt like Laci planned a wedding before she met Lorelei and over the course of the spring and summer, they got to know each other and developed a friendship. Of course she said yes.

Santi walked down first, dressed in a simple light blue suit and stood under a banner of flowers. Nothing Else Matters by Metellica played, which made Lorelei giggle. She was certain this was Laci’s idea, wanting to include Santi’s music taste in their wedding. Jana and Frankie walked down together, best man and maid of honor, Jana in her gold dress and Frankie in a black suit with a gold tie and gold handkerchief. Santi greeted both of them with a hug and a kiss before both found their sides, Frankie standing by Santiago as he always had. Will and Lorelei walked down together now, Will oh-so happy to show off his stunning and slightly wobbly pregnant girlfriend on his arm. Santi hugged them, whispering a thank you to Lorelei for being here. Lorelei and Will both stood by Jana. Finally, Ben walked down, handsome as ever in his bowtie. When Santi hugged him, they lingered together longer than the others. Santi was just happy he was here.

When Don Henly and Stevie Nicks’ duet, Leather and Lace began, Lorelei heard Santi mumble a swear and Laci came into view. She looked ethereal.

Laci had been nervous about her dress choice, since it was a little non-traditional, being pink and short, but judging by Santi’s reaction, it was nothing. As she stepped close, Rosie took her job VERY seriously. One by one, she picked a single petal and placed it directly on the ground, instructing Laci to step on the petal. It seems she took Jana’s instructions to “make a path to guide tio Santi” very literally. Jana covered her face and Frankie was laughing so hard he had to brace himself on Ben. Lacina played along, taking tiny steps on the petals in the ballet flats. Or very big steps. 3-year-olds are not great at distances.

She looked up to see a crying Santi, and her eyes filled up too. She knew how much he loved watching her with Rosie, and she knew he was thinking the same thing. Soon, they’d have a baby of their own. When Rosie finally finished, Santi told his niece what a good job she did, and Jana took her in her arms. Santi couldn’t wait another second, and although Laci was only a few steps away, he took one long stride and pulled her into his arms, unable to be without her a moment longer.

The vows were quiet, personal. Laci’s small voice could only be heard by the wedding party. This fit her nature. Santi’s were louder, wanting to proclaim his love for her to everyone around. There was not a dry eye in the yard.

When the pair kissed, Santi dipped Laci while everyone cheered, and then to Laci’s surprise, scooped her up and over his shoulder, careful that her pregnant belly did not carry the brunt of her weight.

Santi runs down the aisle, carrying a giggling Laci towards the screen door.

Will called after him. “Pope! Where the hell are you going?!”

Hanging out the scene door, Laci’s skirt rustling around him, he’s grinning brightly. “I’m going to make love to my wife!”

And he was gone.

Exit music was played, Accidentally in Love by Counting Crows, and Frankie scooped up his daughter and took Jana’s hand to run to the house. Not going to let her future brother in law behind, Lorelei took both him and Will’s hand and joined them.

Let the party begin.

After Santi and Laci emerged with a blushing Laci, hair of both a little out of place and tousled, they had their first dance to Heroe by Enrique Inglesias. Laci had told Lorelei Santi wanted a song she’d know, and Laci wanted a song that meant something to him and his family. It was decided the spanish version of a popular song by a latin artist would fit both. Laci always called Santi her hero.

Off to the side, watching the couple, Lorelei swayed with arms wrapped around her with her back to his broad chest. “Lore?” Will whispers in her ear.

“Yeah baby?”

“You wanna tell me why my baby brother has make-up around his eye?”

Lorelei sighed, turning around to face you. “Will, I swear I was going to tell you after the wedding.”

He smiled fondly at her, caressing her cheek and thumbing over the apple. “I know, it’s okay. I just wanna know.”

She breathed out, dropping her head to the side and raising a brow in sympathy. “He has a black eye.”

Will closed his eyes, hand tensing on her face. “I figured. Thank you.” He opened them. “I just can’t believe this is happening. I mean, he’s an MMA fighter, he’s 6’3.”

“Will.”

“You could slap Tyler, I don’t understand why he lets her-”

“William.” She cupped his face, looking intently into his baby blues. “It’s not that simple and you know it.” Her tone was gentle but firm. “I know you’re confused, and I know you still have a lot of feelings about your mom staying with your dad. Would you ever ask Laci why she stayed with the men before Santi?”

Will sputtered, blinking. “Wha- no, of course not! But she’s-”

She raised an eyebrow. “A woman?”

“No! Lorelei, it’s because she’s small.”

“Size has less to do with it than you’d think. It’s a mental game, and abusers are really fucking good. From what I can tell, she’s got Ben’s self esteem beat down so bad, she made him think she’s the only one that will love him. He’s lonely, he’s confused, he's scared and Will?” She squeezed his cheeks together until his face looked silly. “He’s embarrassed. Asking for help is admitting defeat, and how you reacted didn’t help. He’s not going to accept our help if we give him the third degree, and if we bring up what’s happening every time we see him, he’s not going to want to see us, so we have to take this slow. We can’t let hi aliantate us more.” She let go, Santi and Laci’s first dance ending and Will taking her to a chair. She couldn’t stand long without pain, even her nursing job was nudging her to desk work.

“I understand.” Will took off her flats, rubbing her swollen feet for her while she leaned back and closed her eyes, taking in the warm sun. Lorelei has a relatively easy pregnancy compared to many but god, her poor feet were aching and swelling like nothing he’d seen before. “Hey Lore, you were saying us and we a lot there”

“Yeah.” She shrugged. “I guess so, why?” She opened an eye to find Will grinning at her.

“Noth’n. Just… you’re in this for the long haul, right?”

Love for him filling her chest, she reveled in how happy he looked at the prospect of them living out the next 50 years of their lives together, together as a family with Chloe Sen, Laci, Santi, Jana, Frankie, Ben, baby Leto and the upcoming Morales baby. NOT Alice, but hopefully someone who loves and respects Ben the way he deserves.

Gideon and Ben join the couple, a joyful grin on Benny’s face, his eyes bright and clear, obviously not sneaking in any booze to the celebration. “Heya guys!” He clapped Will on the back, sitting pulling out a chair for his grandpa. “What’re we talking about?”

“The farm.” Will lied. “I was thinking about… bringing on some help for the harvest.”

Ben rolled his eyes. “We should just let that place rot.”

Will shot him a look. “No. That place has belonged to a Miller since 1842, before it was even a fucking state. I don’t care who it belongs to but it’s not falling to ruin. You used to love the farm. Can I count on you to help or not?”

Benny huffed and puffed but agreed. Lorelei had already informed the hospital she’d be taking an extended maternity leave though the winter holidays. She’d be giving birth right before harvest, Will would have a few weeks before everything kicked into gear. Lorelei and Will were temporarily moving to the farm. They were blessed with their friends, all willing to help despite their own schedules and upcoming children. Santi and Laci would come out as much as possible, Santi coming over when Laci was at work and both coming on weekends. Laci couldn’t do farm work but she wanted to be able to give Lorelei a break and help with the house. Frankie and Jana wouldn’t have as much freetime given Frankie working and Jana working, starting her final semester of her doctorate and pregnant, but they’d help as much as they could. Jenna Miller had moved out of the farm and in with Gideon to help as he aged, but she’d be there to help with Chloe and Rosie, and any other babies born during this time. Now Ben had committed, although how dependable he was right now was questionable.

There were farm hands and workers that the Millers had know their whole lives that would keep things going, and Will was going to make sure they were paid well for their extra help, but the help Will wanted was someone specific. Someone for Benny. The only person he knew of that could get through to Ben, because god knows it wasn’t him.

He just hoped Cameron was willing to come back.

“Whose that?” Jenna asked, and the group turned to the gate where a young woman entered. She ha long, dark hair and a round face, looking college aged.

“Oh my god… It’s Tess” Ben answered, standing up and making his way over to the lost looking young woman.

Lore was confused. “Whose that?”

Will stood as well. “That’s Tom’s daughter.”

The night was settling down, most people going home after a long evening of fun and dancing. Tess had come, against her moms wishes. The invite said no gifts, instead asking for donations of household items to the women’s shelter Laci worked for, but Tess brought flowers and something in wrapping paper. A copy of a photo her dad had of all 5 of them early as a team.

When it wound down to just the wedding party, Jacob taking Rosie so Jana and Frankie could stay longer, a bonfire was lit in the new fire pit Santi build on the new deck in addition to adding a new room to the house for the plethora of future children they wanted.

“I’m sorry, how many?!?!??!” Ben laughs.

Laci was beaming, happy to have her Benny back, even for just a night. She sat on Santi’s lap, her pink skirt splayed over his legs like the blanket he placed around her. He was caressing her stomach. “6, ideally, but it’s probably not likely. I turn 31 this month.”

Santi kissed her cheek. “Looks like I gotta keep my baby full at all times to make her dream come true!” Laci giggled into his touch. Lorelei couldn’t help but noticed how much more relaxed everyone was without Alice. She realized now she’d never seen all 6 of them gathered without her. He turns to his best man. “What about you, Fish? Gonna keep having “accidents”, or are you gonna finally admit your pull out game is weak and let Jan Jan give you a baseball team” Laci playfully smacked him.

He looked at Jana. “Hmmmm I don’t know. I wanna say 2 is enough, but she looks so goddamn good pregnant… hmmm” Frankie barked, pretending to chomp the air around her as Jana laughed.

Lorelei turned to Will. “Whadya think, William? We gonna try for a few more?”

The joy on his face was obvious even behind his soft features. “I’m gonna have to make an honest woman out of you, them we can talk about giving Chloe a brother.” A kiss “And a sister” A kiss “And a brother” A kiss “and a sister”

Ben spoke next. “We were thinking of having two, keeping it small.”

Awkward silence filled the yard, unsure what to say about a relationship no one wanted.

“I thought you didn’t want kids?” Santi asked.

Ben was quick to defend. “Well, I didn’t, but I mean Alice wanted a lot and we thought 2 was a good compromise…” He was fidgeting with his hands before turning to Frankie and Jana. “I do good with Rosie, don’t I?”

Jana smiled warmly. “You do, Benny boo. You’ll be a great dad.”

He smiled. “I got a surprise. Pope, can I borrow your guitar?”

Laci squealed at that. She loved Ben’s singing.

When he went inside to retrieve it, Frankie spoke. “We cannot let her baby trap him. He’ll never leave.” He clutched Jana’s hand.

Everyone turned to Will.

“Guys, I got a plan just… trust me, okay? We’re gonna get him out of this.”

Laci turned to cling to Santi, straddling him. “I need him back, Will. It’s so much better with him… I want him in our son’s life.”

“Me too.” Frankie agreed. “Rosie asked when she could see uncle Benny again. I don’t this new baby to not know their uncle.”

Laci began tearing up, burying her face in Santi’s shirt. “Rosie was asking for him??? Poor baby!” Never mind Laci was the one crying.

“Laci” Will stood, walking over to her and tilting her head to look at him. “That’s my brother, I’m not letting him down. You, me, all of us-” He turned to look at the nodding faces in the fire. “We’re going to help him, and he’s going to okay. He’s going to be an uncle to all our kids. I won’t let her take him from us.” Even Santi was tearing up.

Unaware of the conversation, Ben leapt off the deck, guitar in hand. “Okay, I’m changing up the few words so I sound less like a jealous woman, but I heard this song the other day and thought of you.” He turned to the newly married bride. “Well, one it’s called Lacy, but there’s a lot of lines that are just like. BAM! Had me think oh yeah this is Lace, like, ‘ribbons in your hair’? You love ribbons!”

“I do!”

“Anyway, here’s Lacy by Olivia Rodrigo. And then-” He points to Santi. “You’re singing Fare Thee Well”

Ben began strumming, finding the right key. Even though it was meant to be sung in a higher, softer voice, he sounded fantastic, Lorelei thought. She hadn’t heard him sing since his days getting beat up in bar fights and sent to the ER.

“Lacy, oh, Lacy, skin like puff pastry

Aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of hell?

Dear angel Lacy, eyes white as daisies

Did I ever tell you that I'm not doing well?”

Clinging to her husband, Laci rested her head on his chest as he played with her hair. They set off to France tomorrow for their honey moon, one full day in Paris so they could do the stereotypical things like kiss under the eiffel tower like Santi knew she’d love. After that though, they’d go to the countryside.

“Smart sexy Lacy, I'm losing it lately

I feel your compliments like bullets on skin

Dazzling starlet, Bardot reincarnate

Well, aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist?”

Through a lot of research and ancestry dna, Santi had surprised Laci by finding that she did, in fact, have a surviving member of her family, an aunt no one knew about. Apparently her grandfather had an affair and kept it all hush from her father and his family. Still, this was an aunt and Laci was beyond elated to have family. They would be spending plenty of time getting to know her aunts and cousins, sharing what she knew of her father, and most importantly, resting. There was currently no reason to believe any issues for the baby, all seemed healthy, but given her past miscaraige they wanted to be careful.

“Ooh, I care, I care, I care

Like ribbons in your hair

My stomach's all in knots

You got the one thing that I want

Ooh, I try, I try, I try

Try to rationalize

People are people

But it's like you're made of angel dust”

Lorelei looked at Will, the most handsome man she ever met and couldn’t stop thinking how lucky she was. Not just with how handsome (Although fuck, he was so fucking hot. She was ready to jump his bones all the goddamn time. Just look at him.) but how good a man he was. He loved her, and long before she was ever pregnant he treated her with nothing but respect, being gentle despite her anger, the steady rock to cling to in raging emotions. Importantly, he didn’t just stand there and let her act like a brat. He kept her in check where she needed to be, however, he didn’t just let her be crazy, he loved it. He fell for her that first day because she put him in his place. They were good for each other like that. They allowed each other the freedom to be themselves, but nurtured the best version of that self.

“Lacy, oh, Lacy, it's like you're out to get me

You poison every little thing that I do

Lacy, oh, Lacy, I just love you lately

And I despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you

Yeah, I despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you”

When the song concluded, Laci’s eyes fluttered shut. Ben played the cords to Fare Thee Well, Santiago singing softly in his wife’s ear, playing with her hair and lulling her to sleep. Frankie pulled Jana close, whispering soft nothings in her ear as she smiled. Lorelei felt Chloe kick. She liked the sound of her uncles voice, and so did Lorelei. She had heard him sing Luna De Xelaju to Rosie so many months ago, lulling the girl like he did his girl now. He’d be a great dad and husband, just as Will would. Lorelei took Will’s hand, bringing it to where their daughter kicked.

Will gasped. He never got tired of seeing the signs of life of his most precious thing. “I can’t wait. It feels like… It feels like forever waiting...”

“You’re telling me.” She whisper-laughed. “I love this little bug but my god, I’m ready to have her out.”

Laci began snoring. Loudly. Really loudly.

“How does this small of a girl snore so loud?” Frankie commented.

Santi shook his head, smiling but there were tears. He’d never been so happy.

Will stood, putting his hand on his friend's shoulder. “Go, take your wife to bed, I’ll get the fire.”

“I’ll put the chairs away.” Frankie volunteered. Lorelei and Jana offered to put away the lights and the flowers.

Santi looked fondly at his friends, thanking them. He chuckled, speaking quietly to not wake his girl. “Wife… I have a wife now, can you believe it?” He stood, Frankie helping him up to not hurt his knees any more.

“I can’t actually.” Frankie teased. “But lucky for you, you got a good one.”

“Yeah, the best one.” Santi carried his wife to bed, trusting his friends to make sure everything was safe. He could take care of the rest in the morning.

When everything was done, Will got into his car with Lorelei by his side. He turned to her. “Think that’s gonna be us some day?”

“Oh yeah. But Will?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“We’re having a big wedding. And it’s gonna be a pain in the ass with all my family.”

He laughs. “And mine”

Lorelei joins him in laughter. “It’s not going to be as peaceful as this”

“Noooooooope. Not one bit.”

Leaning across the dash, Lorelei planted a kiss on his cheek. “Wouldn’t have it any other way. Now get me home, or I swear to god I’m going to start sucking your dick while you drive.”

Bursting out in a loud, jovial laughter, hanging his head back. “Oh nooooo whatever will I do!”

But they both know he was too much of a safety man for that.

Luckily, it was a quick drive home. Will had no plans of leaving Lorelei wanting.

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Wow, thank you all for this amazing journey!!!!

I'm emotional, but knowing Benny's story is coming too so I know I'll see them again! By the time Ben starts, little Chloe Sen is born!!! then Leto, then the new Morales baby, making our Rosie a sisteeeeerrrrr!!!

I can't thank y'all enough for coming with me. I know there isn't much Will fandom out there especially with an OC, so handful of you mean the world to me

I love Lorelei so much, she was so special to explore with. Laci's nature was soft, sensitive, timid. She had to overcome an arch of her trauma. Jana's personality didn't need to change or shift. She was already confident, brave, loving. She needed to be there for Frankie.

Lorelei needed to grow. Much like sam in sunshine, she was not a perfect character but like she said in this chapter, her and will are good for each other because they keep each other accountable. They keep each other in check and I am so, so proud of how far she's come.

I'm happy they get to be a happy little family now.

Up next, No Surrender, Benjamin Miller x M!OC (Cameron MacDonald) WERE GONNA RESCUE OUR BOY

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the-cat-at-the-theatre-door · 7 months ago

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Please tell us more about baby Sillabub (when you have the time, of course)! :)

Sillabub was born tiny and frail - almost concerningly tiny. She was what Jellylorum refers to as an “day lark” - a touch too eager to open her eyes, dark like her father’s, to greet the dawn. And Sillabub is very much the morning where her sister is the night - awake before everyone else, but an easy night sleeper, compared to Jemima who is a night owl but cranky and difficult to wake in the morning.

She shot up very *very* quickly though, with her legs growing before the rest of her body could catch up. So you just had this kitten giraffe toddling around, tripping over her own paws, falling face first into the dirt, taller than Pounce even though he was older than her (and he *did not* appreciate that). She also had difficulty gaining weight, though she ate well enough, and was sick often.

Munkustrap was the one who came up with her name, after Jemima parroted that her baby sister was a "silly little devil" (guess which elder cat she heard that one from?) for constantly trying to crawl out of her bedding and escape (she ran her parents ragged - they had to be on rotation duty because Silly was *fast*).

(He had to clarify to Alonzo that it was a playful thing because his response was very much in line with: “I’m sorry - you named my kid after the devil?” - as Demeter laughed).

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Sillabub sees the cloudy colours around others' ears, just like 'mima can, but she can make no sense of them yet. She pulls her ears, trying to catch the clouds in her claws to look at, but they disappear before she can grasp them. Her sister tells her that she can use that to help cats - but that not every cat could or wanted to be helped.

Her mama gently rubs the flesh of her black ear between her paw pads, and Sillabub widens her eyes the same way she does when she talks with her. She tells her secrets, in not so many words, that Sillabub does not quite understand yet, but remembers. She spends most of her days curled at her side, in the dark, but she wants for nothing. She is fed, she is content; the world outside is a story and a game her mama likes to play with her - the world is far smaller than she thinks; mama tells her she holds it all between her paws, and kisses Sillabub, then Jemima.

Sillabub loves birds. Her papa takes her to watch them early in the morning when the world is still asleep, even though mama tells him he shouldn't, pointing to them and telling her to look in his rapid singsong way, with words he saves special for her and Jemima. Mir, mir, mir, she mewls back in clumsy imitation and he smiles at her. The word for little bird is long for such a tiny thing, Sillabub thinks, and the name he softly coos at her when she rubs her sleepy eyes sounds like "puppet". Papa promises her that when she gets big and stronger that he'll teach her to catch the birds, like a grown up cat. He'll teach her everything she needs to know, and somethings, he hopes, she won't. She’ll have everything she needs. She sits in the circle of his arms and listens and purrs, dozing back to sleep. When she wakes again, she's back home.

Sillabub is curious and "mischievous" , whatever that means. Dada sings to her while he keeps time on his morning watches, ensuring she doesn't fall from his back. He takes her to the pond in the afternoon, letting her dip her little paw in the sun warmed water to touch the rays of sunshine. He tells her about how something he calls "salmon" swims upstream (she's never seen one), and how there are millions and millions and millions of creatures that live in the water. But Sillabub is not one of them, he clarifies, licking her ears until they aren't clogged with pond water anymore. She gets her first collar after that - something to grab onto when two seconds is just enough, because she *is* still as slippery as a fish.

#Sillabub #Jemima #Demeter #Alonzo #Munkustrap #my headcanons #jellicles ask because jellicles dare #anonymous #I don't know how to feel about the fact that you're pretty insistent that the kid is mine but then decided to name her after the devil #- alonzo at some point

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hochmvt · 1 month ago

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❝ MY ENTIRE SKY CRAVES ONLY YOUR STAR ❞ — college au starter for @verflcht

If Isaiah had been honest with himself, MIT had been the only actual prospect he had. Had it not been for this particular university, he probably would never have gone to one altogether. The thought of going to uni had its appeal, but he never really knew if it was the right thing to do. Making a decision for the rest of his life at 18 felt so terribly grotesque that he questioned the sense of the entire educational system. Maybe it would have made sense to take some time off, leave Greenville and see what the world had to offer. But the scholarship practically took the pressure of making that decision off him, the summer passed, as everything in life eventually does, the fall turned the campus into a warm-toned sea of leaves, the winter had ushered him to attend student parties and make friends. And with the first rays of sunshine of the new year, not only did a few friendships blossom, but so did Isaiah. A single thousand-voiced, thousand-winged hum of joy that everything was starting all over again. This must be what it felt like to be liked.

High school hadn't necessarily been the easiest of times for the blonde. He still had contact with very few people from there, although he sometimes spoke with Sophia on the telephone. There was one more contact he would have liked to have kept; with the boy with the alert eyes and sharp mind, curious and kind. With the colorful potpourri of random bits of miscellaneous knowledge that he always shared with him, even though the situation rarely matched. Moments like these had been so beautiful about him. The new kid who had never felt like a stranger. Not for a second. He'd had to leave Greenville in an overnight move, his family had had their reasons for moving cities with alarming regularity, but something seemed to have been going on for some undefined period of time. It had taken Isaiah a long time to get over the fact that the one person who had actually understood him in some way was suddenly gone. He had lain in his mother's arms because he didn't feel he could talk to anyone else about it. There was still so much he wanted to find out about him: What had made him the person he was, how his mind worked, how he liked to be touched, what he thought about at night when the world was empty and silent. They hadn't even exchanged phone numbers. Isaiah had no address to write to. Nothing. Just memories that were slowly fading. Student life had not only distracted him, but also kept him on his toes. His lectures and tutorials demanded a lot from him, every A+ seemed to make his mother very proud on the phone and his academic achievements not only earned him positive attention from his lecturers, but also seemingly a certain social standing. His fellow students greeted him, invited him to student parties (where pale pink dawn light greeted him in the morning - something Isaiah, who loathed parties for most of his life, had never thought of himself) or study circles. Rainy weekdays were often spent in the library or at Marc's apartment, and the first days of summer were often spent outside in the campus's spacious lawn. On days like these, the sun tickled his nose and warmed his face. Regardless of how nice the weather was, it was as if Isaiah was clinging to an anticipatory melancholy, as if the most beautiful of situations was always a little cloudy.

The physics department had organized one of the many celebrations to which the other faculties were also invited. He had seen Barbara, Andrew, Garret and Lydia from the biology department, his peers, as well as some of his other friends and acquaintances. One of them was Alden Tyrell, a tall, gray-haired man, a heavyset giant with thick, black horn-rimmed glasses, who smiled politely at Isaiah and gestured for him to join him.

Tyrell seemed to have seen something in the blonde boy as he had sat in his lecture. As if he had seen through him, knowing that Isaiah's thirst for knowledge didn't stop at equations and lecture notes. It had only taken a few weeks for the man in his mid-fifties to take the freshman under his wing, encouraging and challenging him, even beyond the curriculum. And now, like some other students, usually in their 7th semester and not like him, in his third, he orbited around Tyrell like a small planet in a fixed path. One evening Isaiah had told his mentor (he was on his fourth glass of wine and they had moved away from the physics curriculum and instead talked about things no serious physicist would ever devote his life's work to) that he believed something else lay beyond their reality. “I don't want to- I mean, it's not like I want to portray myself as anyone important here, I- I'm sorry, I don't find better words right now, but sometimes it feels like I'm seeing the edges of something... but I can't make out what edges I'm seeing. As if the outlines of whatever I'm aiming for are just out of reach. Or blurred.” Tyrell had looked at him for a while and said nothing. Isaiah had felt like he'd crossed a line and had looked down at his wine glass, embarrassed by his thoughts, as a single drop slowly ran down the stem of the glass. “That's where the truth's hidden, Isaiah,” he had replied at some point, ”In the edges. The limits of perception. Where reality starts to fray.” That had touched him, that he had listened and hadn't dismissed his thoughts.

Such conversations, however, would not take place this evening. Tyrell had introduced him to some colleagues Isaiah didn't know personally, but he had heard their names several times. Faculty legends, Nobel Prize winners among them. He was uncomfortable with the tone in which his lecturer spoke of him, but he put on a happy face and played along, listening to the six men as they philosophized and excusing himself a little later to go back to his friends. “You wanna dance with us?” Evelyn had asked him and Isaiah had just shaken his head, sipped his drink and wished them a good time as he leaned against the wall and watched them, toasting towards them and smiling genuinely.

#(( whoooops ))#(( finally back to threads ))#(( past week had me in a chokehold ))#(( i'll work on y'all's answers asap this has been in my head for 17 years ))#— ❛❛ // zeev ¦ but here i blur into you #— ❛❛ // answers ¦ we are unusual and tragic and alive

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1 4 5 6 7 14 16 17 21 for the ask game that tells a lot about you (pls don't feel pressure to do them all, i probably wrote down to many again lol)

you literally made my day night by sending in these asks 🤗😘

okieee, let's get to it!

how do you take your tea/coffee?

lol I don't. I've had coffee once and nearly threw up and tea just feels so . . . thin. Not just with actual texture (never thought I'd be describing the texture of a liquid before . . .) but with flavour as well. I really just drink water. I don't have much opportunity to drink anything else, unless it's Ginger Ale when my stomach is not the best

4. what was your favorite tv show as a kid?

good grief- I don't know. The two filmed tv shows I watched the most were Wanted Dead or Alive with Steve Mcqueen, and a BBC Robin Hood with Richard Green. I also watched a lot of the animated show Tom and Jerry, which is a family favourite

5. summer or winter?

okay, if we be going like aesthetics and songs and just vibes? then summer all day. But if we be doing this for the temperature? Then winter. I can't pick winter for aesthetic reasons because winter for me is just sometimes cold, but mostly cool, which means no snow. Come January and February, it's just rain.

6. realist, optimist, or pessimist?

definitely a pessimist. I love watching Fail Army and get my motivation to get through the day from reading demotivational quotes. I'll share one with you: be a bridge, so I can walk over you to better places

7. rain or sunshine?

I don't mind rain so much if it's actually raining, and not just cloudy with a drizzle. I prefer sunshine though. One of my favourite destressing activities is swinging on a playset (call me childish; I don't care. I also still sleep with stuffed animals) so I prefer sunshine in order to do that. But I've done it in the middle of a rainstorm too, so I just have to prepare for possibly ruining my clothes and freezing for hours afterward

14. what is your defining personality trait?

oh geez- how do I answer this without sounding like a complete narcissist? I wish it was 'character trait' instead. But personality trait? People have told me I'm funny, I'm a pessimist, and very creative (I've dabbled in writing stories of various genres, poems of all kinds, and even songs; I can paint with watercolour, draw with both coloured and graphite pencil; I've built some pretty cool fantasy builds with LEGO; I tried my hand at sewing, but sucked at it; slightly better at cross-stitch but I still hate it; I can do the basic knit stich; I am pretty good at crocheting--even did a section of an advanced quilt! and I think I should stop bragging now. If I was trying to avoid sounding like a narcissist I definitely failed)

off that rabbit trail- I think my biggest personality trait is my sensitivity. I'm very sensitive to verbal negativity (which is why I became a sarcastic bitch to try and hide the fact that I really just want to go to that corner over there and cry) as well as pain and other discomforts (both my own and others. It's rather annoying. Like my mom got a paper cut and just told me about it and I almost cried). I'm also sensory-oriented, so I can get sensory-overload very easily.

16. are you an only child? oldest/middle/youngest?

teehee nope! I am one of the oldest kids in a family of over a dozen

17. what would your superpower be? how would you use it?

uhh I'm an introvert, so teleportation would be nice. I have experienced a horrific amount of super-embarrassing moments (that probably nobody else thinks about I'm just overthinking it as usual) so it would be nice to just be able to yeet myself out of there so I don't have to endure the awkward silence.

but flight would be nice too . . . I could use that to look into bird's nests

and elemental control? like damn- FIRE?!

but seriously, my overthinking mind just gave electrokinesis like the ultimate god mod. Think about it, if you could sense and manipulate electricity, you could hack into people's phones and text them, you could have every stoplight be green, and SERIOUSLY--your brain has electricity in it- I COULD SENSE PEOPLE AND MAYBE EVEN MANIPULATE THEM. But, like in a freeze-your-body or slap-yourself-in-the-face kind of way. As for accessing memory banks, I don't think I could do that. BUT THEN- LET'S GET EVEN DEEPER WITH THIS- everything is made up of protons, electrons, and neutrons, so if I could manipulate that, could I like . . . transform?!

also, to any writers out there, please don't take that electrokinesis idea. I came up with that for a story 😭

21. the best ice cream flavor

I can't remember what it was called, but it was this ice cream that was basically a combination of cookies-n-cream, cookie chunk, and oreo ice cream, and it was a BOMB. If it has chocolate in it (unless it has peanut butter 🤮) chances are high I'm going to like it

#ask game

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themculibrary · 2 years ago

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Mantis Masterlist

Alien Dame (ao3) - roseylemon bucky/mantis G, 1k

Summary: Bucky meets a cute alien,

Steve mistakes Mantis for one of Thanos' followers when he finds her in Bucky's room, he didn't realize just how much he misjudged the situation.

All My Life (ao3) - stececilia mantis/nebula T, 3k

Summary: Mantis knows Nebula is in pain. Mantis knows she can help and hates not being able to. The last time Nebula let somebody in they died, so she would not let that happen again. However, Nebula does not realize just how stubborn Mantis is. Surviving a ship crash on an alien planet, Nebula realizes that perhaps letting Mantis in may not be a bad thing.

be all my sins remembered and more (ao3) - juurensha T, 7k

Summary: Mantis can’t help but see fragments of Ego’s children in Peter.

Break the Chain (ao3) - jellybeanforest gamora/peter T, 8k

Summary: One undeniable fact haunts Mantis: Of all his children, Peter Quill takes after Ego the most. So she watches him, waiting for him to slip up, to show his true colors.

And this time, unlike countless others, she won’t fail to act.

Change is Never a Waste of Time (ao3) - Frankensteins_Monster mantis/nebula, gamora/peter T, 4k

Summary: “I still don’t know what this feeling is. But it is magical!”

Dead and Back Again (ao3) - okaykaye T, 22k

Summary: “He is not our Peter Quill,” Mantis repeated, and it sounded as ridiculous the second time around.

Escalating The Feeling Sensation. (ao3) - FanFictionerForLife1994 N/R, 1k

Summary: Drax and Mantis have a moment in Drax’s room, which the rest of the crew regrets catching their eyes on.

I Feel Your Pain (ao3) - rohanrider3 T, 1k

Summary: Being an empath isn’t easy. Being an empath while your new best friend is undergoing the next best thing to heart surgery—without anesthetic—is almost impossible.

Joy Comes from Unexpected Places (ao3) - TheBookTheDragonSaved loki/mantis T, 2k

Summary: So, here's the funny thing about falling in love with an empath: They know it before you do.

(Mantis and Loki totally confusing each other before a mission. And you know the sad thing? Loki is so emotionally confused that it kinda works...)

quaking underneath the force of you (ao3) - orphan_account mantis/nebula T, 14k

Summary: "There’s a bounty out for her rearrest. 20,000 units. 'Sitting with the big kids now', Nebula says as they’re lounging about in her ship one day. She’s missing three new fingers on her good hand, and there’s a panel of machinery sticking out from the left side of her head. She’s colder now. But it’s the same cold she’s always had, and it’s a cold Mantis has always found comfort in. Her frozen soul could breathe fire into her yet again, if Mantis would will it. 'I’m twenty-three years old', she whispers, arms wrapped comfortably around Nebula’s waist. 'I’ve been a ‘big kid’ for years now.' Nebula presses closer to her, content as she rests against Mantis’s chest, and smiles. She’s not listening. She’s...happy. Mantis closes her eyes, trying to lose herself in the rare rays of sunshine emitting from behind the cloudied skies of her friend." . . . Mantis, throughout years.

someone is friendless, and cannot find their way (so I keep a light in my window) (ao3) - philthestone gamora/peter T, 6k

Summary: She’d had her own room, yes, because thank the stars Peter had the sense to move some of his junk out of the various hidey holes in the ship into the cargo bay on the assumption that they would all kill each other within the week if they didn’t have their own spaces, but she’d been stuck in a modified M-ship built for half the number of people it was housing, and her housemates were a motley assortment of questionably sane males and a baby tree.

Things aren’t all that different now, except for a few significant changes:

The Quadrant is definitely bigger than an M-ship; Mantis is here, trying her best to learn how to smile and keeping on a pair of gloves Gamora had dug out of her own bag for her; and Gamora is … comfortable.

The Learning Process (ao3) - Smokestarrules T, 2k

Summary: She lives with Ego and she serves him; puts him to sleep, and lets him kill thousands and thousands of his children for decades. It hurts, but he’s Master. He’s right.... isn’t he?

He’s not.

The Guardians save her from Ego.

They become her new family.

A Mantis character study, where she discovers that others actually care about her.

The Silent (ao3) - WinterDusk G, 4k

Summary: One empath. Far too many million miles from planet-fall; seventy eight hours of transit; eight other Guardians. One ship.

It gets loud.

The Things We Do For Love (ao3) - orphan_account mantis/nebula T, 2k

Summary: Love languages between Mantis and Nebula.

A story told in snippet form.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #mantis #mantis masterlist #guardians of the galaxy masterlist #guardians of the galaxy #masterlists

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angie-baebii · 2 years ago

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I know very well how it feels to be absolutely crushed by the weight of your own world, your own life, to feel like there is just nothing that can help you in this world because it can truly feel like that sometimes or for me and a lot of others, most of the time. Moonbin must have been going through a lot that he kept to himself which is completely normal because I keep most of my hardships to myself, it’s not healthy and it most likely makes everything worst but sometimes that’s all we know to do.

I don’t know what caused Binnie to eventually leave us so early but I won’t judge him because I’ve been there, Lord, have I been there many, many times, a lot of them as a kid. I was a kid that didn’t know how to handle why her emotions were so up and down and why her thoughts were so dark, I was a kid that needed help and although I was surrounded by tons of family, I felt completely alone. Binnie has so many fans that love him with all their hearts and he has members and family that knew him and loved him but loneliness can be a part of anyone’s life no matter how much people love them.

That darkness screams in your mind and tells you everyone is faking and tells you that something that may be small to others is the worst thing in the world and you should just end it all, what are you supposed to do when your mind is just screaming? You can’t hear anything else and you just want it to stop so bad so sometimes you do something that’ll hurt the people that love you but at least the screaming has stopped, at least it’s finally quiet.

Dear, Moonbin, I understand that it was hard, I understand that you just wanted to be free, I understand you in ways people who see it as selfish wouldn’t. Yes, your family and friends will hurt, they’ll hurt so bad, and yes, your fans will hurt and they’ll miss you dearly, me included but sometimes the noise just gets too loud and it wins. Binnie you bought so much sunshine into my life, whenever you’d smile I’d smile, your happiness was contagious and it made me happy. Your existence was an energy booster for me and I’ll forever be thankful and I’ll remember those moments and your smile. Thank you for making Aroha happy and for caring about us so much. I wish we could have saved you, I wish we could have made you happy the way you did us but sometimes happiness is just not reachable sometimes a rainbow can look like a tornado, your mind can completely rip apart everything that should make you happy and you just feel like giving up. I hope that wherever you are that it’s filled with lots of sunshine, rainbows, flowers, and the sweetest of treats and that you never go a day without that beautiful sunshine-filled smile ever again. You were my sunshine on my cloudy days, whenever my mind starts to get dark as it usually does I’ll think of your smile. Binnie, I could never manage to thank you enough, rest well my angel I’ll miss you dearly 💜

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Dear, anyone reading this please if you’re thinking about ending it all, please reach out to your family and friends, and if you don’t have either please reach out to me because I understand you so much and I promise I’ll be there. I struggle with Insomnia and am literally always up so, please I swear I’m not one of those people being like “talk to me” I mean it with all of my heart. Please let me talk you out of your darkness I swear you don’t have to go. Let me give you one of my shoulders to hold up the world when it’s pushing down on both of yours. You are important, loved, and needed even when you feel like you aren’t. I may not know you but I love you, just breathe and please go outside and get sunshine and treat yourself, you deserve it even when you feel like you don’t

And if you don’t want to talk to me specifically here is the link to speak to at least someone else go to this link for any help you may need :) please keep fighting

#moonbin #moonbin and sanha #astro #astro kpop #kpop #I love you with all my heart #rest well our star in the sky #mental health #mental heath awareness #mental health support

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Chapter 3: World In My Eyes

Narrated by Nikki.

August 10

Dreamed of the octopus again last night. It was wearing a huge sun hat, crawling ashore, slowly.

“Hey, Nikki, you don’t look too happy.”

“I want to be an architect, building nice houses under the sea. The chef sees me as only octopus balls, though. I wasn’t so happy either.”

Then, it went back to the sea. Shiny, like a diving star.

...Sun hat-wearing octopus. Have I been seeing that lady too much?

August 11

The lady talked!

I sat next to her, trying to figure out what she’s watching.

She smiled and greeted me first.

Said she’s watching the sea, which changes by the second.

I was confused. She promised to show me a different sea tomorrow.

How can the sea be... different?

August 12

Met the lady at the promised spot. Cloudy day. Sea is like dark blue velvet.

Sky cleared. Sea brightened up, like a blue crystal.

The sea is like green silk in a small bay.

The most amazing sight from a dune nearby. NOW THE SEA LOOKS LIKE ICE CREAM, for real, under the sun!

The lady told me about the sea at night. Stars eerily close to a dark green sea, with shiny jellyfishes swimming around.

Never thought the sea, very plain and simple, could have so may different appearances!

August 14

The lady told me to go find my own world. I can’t concentrate like she does, but there is overlooked beauty when I focus.

Each wave washing against the beach makes a different outline. All those colors in splashing water.

Ice cream store makes juice sorbet. I cubes sparkle like gems under the sun. Each footprint is unique. I can tell the difference between men, women, and kids. There are signs of crabs walking on the beach. Even found hermit crabs under a rock!

Everything we overlook, take for granted, has its unique charm.

August 22

11:35PM now. Finally finished the swimsuit!

Completely redesigned since watching the sea with the lady. Made sample in Mom’s studio.

I put the flowing sunshine on the jacket, and sealed the ever-changing sea into the sunglasses.

Ice cream and cubes as hair jewelry... and that shiny octopus in my dream.

A large sun hat. Can’t leave that out. This is the spirit of the sea, as I see it.

Finally, I found my own style, a reflection of the world I see.

August 23

Been waiting at the beach. The lady wasn’t there.

Wanted to show her my design.

She said she’s a designer, too. Must be busy working.

Wait. She couldn’t be that legendary designer, could she ?

Very likely. She look like an awesome designer, with eyes for hidden beauty.

Will ask Mom tomorrow!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

#nikki #shining nikki #chapter 3 #transcript #world in my eyes #inspiration #beach #ssr designer #ocean #octopus #bathing suit

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So I have a top 3, but I needed a top 6 because I feel like I can't leave the other 3 out. If we're being honest, It's amazing I stopped at 6. 🙈

#1: (to the surprise of absolutely no one) Thomas Orson Hunt

I love him so much. I can't even explain how much I love him, and to be honest there isn't just one thing about him. I just fell in love with all of him. I love his passion. I love his determination. I love his brilliance. I love how deeply he cares (even if he doesn't always show it). He is such an incredible character and one that was developed wonderfully in Hollywood U and brought to Red Carpet Diaries (and developed less well) but still I love him in every universe. And he and Alex saved my life. Writing them, finding this community, helped me when I needed something so I will always love them and the life I've created for them.

#2: Bryce Lahela

While I originally romanced Bryce and Ethan, I ultimately chose Ethan. It made sense. He is basically Thomas Hunt. They have such similar personalities and the parallels between Ethan and MC was fun to explore with Thomas and Alex. But then the pandemic hit and I needed something different and I found Bryce. He went from someone I started writing just to explore to #2. I can't imagine a world where I didn't find him and then Olivia through him. Bryce's confidence and love of life is infectious. He is a ray of sunshine in a cloudy world. I am so grateful to have found him and fall in love with the amazing character he is.

#3 Mal Volari

I just love him. He is gorgeous and sexy and I love him (did I say that already?). Mal is cocky and full of himself, but he also has this other side that is tender and soft. He cares so much more than he is willing to admit. I loved learning about his life through Blades, but also I love the headcanons I created for him. (I might love my version of Mal more than the canon one, but that's okay). Mal may be wanted, but he's a good guy and he deserves a happy ending after the life he's been through. I adore him (and Daenarya) starting an orphange. It was the only future I saw for him that truly captured how I saw him and how he could do the most good and I can't even believe that became canon somehow.

Honorable Mentions:

Ethan Ramsey: While there was a time he was #2, he still deserves a spot in the top 6. He reminds me of Thomas and I loved exploring Thomas and Alex's relationship with Ethan and Ellie in Love & Scotch. I promise one day to finish it. I just kind of fell out of practice writing Ethan.

Levi Schuler: He is everything. I love that he was so patient with Laura/MC. He was always there, but never pushed. He really is such a good guy, and I'm a sucker for musicians that are also kind. He truly is amazing.

Troy Hassan: Oh, Troy. Troy is Troy and I love him for that. He knows who he is and he is confident in himself. I love his love of old world things. I think the nostalgia of that drew me to him. I like to think he'd be a big fan of 80s and 90s fads and if he could get his hands on things, he'd be like a kid in a candy store. I totally head canon he finds a ring pop and proposes to Astraea with it!

Top 3 Thursday - Week 3

For Week 3 - let’s get back to YOU!

WHO ARE YOUR TOP 3 CANON LIs & WHY?

@aces-and-angels @alj4890 @angelasscribbles @bebepac @coffeeheartaddict2 @cooltuna69 @hopelessromantic1352 @icecoffee90 @korgbelmont @kyra75 @lovealexhunt @missameliep @princess-geek @queenrileyrose @quixoticdreamer16 @secretaryunpaid @takeharryandgo @tessa-liam @trappedinfanfiction @tveitertotwrites @twinkleallnight @cariantha @crazy-loca-blog @headoverheelsforramsey @karahalloway @peonyblossom @peonierose @potionsprefect @jerzwriter-reblogs-asks @lucy-268

#top 3 #dani's top 3 #top 3 thursday #top 3 li #may2023 #my moodboards #look at how pretty they all are #so many amazing artists

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Favorite Customer - Fezco

Summary: Ashtray is your most frequent customer at the diner you work at, resulting in you meeting his brother Fez

Platonic Ashtray x Reader; Fezco x Reader

Fluff

Word Count: 2,615

Author’s Note: I love when I get an idea before I go to sleep and I basically write the whole thing in one sitting the next day. Love how this turned out. If you like it, please leave a comment or reblog. Likes are great, but comments give me life.

Side Note: If the diner name rings a bell, that’s because I got it from a musical I love

“How’s my favorite customer?”

Ashtray felt warm all over when he heard your voice. A literal ray of sunshine on a cloudy day.

“I’m good,” Ash answered with a smile on his face. Ashtray didn’t smile much. Didn’t have that much of a reason to with his life. But when he was at the diner with you, all that changed.

“That’s great little man. What can I get for you?”

Ashtray had been to the Moondance Diner a few times before. One day he came in just for a burger and fries. Nothing out of the ordinary. Him and Fez were working at a party that night, so he knew Fez wasn’t going to cook and he didn’t feel like eating a cold sandwich or leftovers for dinner. That’s when he met you. The cutest, nicest waitress in all of East Highland. After that, he started frequenting the retro diner more often.

Over the last few months, Ash had become your favorite customer. And it wasn’t just because he always tipped 20%. He was a sweet kid, even though your coworkers questioned how sweet he could be with face tattoos. You always made sure he got a little extra food in his to go bag when just came in to pick up and leave.

One day Ashtray came and sat in your section with someone new. You’d only ever seen the kid alone.

“There’s my favorite customer,” you said grinning as you walked up to Ash’s usual booth in your section.

“Hey, Y/N,” Ash replied, smiling like an idiot before he remembered he was there with his brother and dropped it completely.

“How you doing, cutie,” you asked placing down two menus for the guys.

“I’m good, and you,” Ash asked. Fez watched the scene in front of him curiously. He’d never seen his little brother have such good manners or such a big smile that didn’t come from some viral video of someone getting hurt.

“I’m better now that you’re here,” you said smiling then turned to acknowledge the other person at the booth. “And who do we have accompanying you today?”

“Oh, that’s my brother Fezco,” Ash said, the enthusiasm in his voice gone now that it wasn’t just you and him talking.

You eyed the ginger carefully before you spoke. “Hi, Fezco. I see good looks run in the family.”

Fez ran his hand through his beard trying to hide his growing blush. “Call me Fez, ma.”

“Alright then, Fez,” you said with a light giggle looking at the cute new customer. Then you turned to your favorite regular and asked, “I know you know that menu backwards and forward, Ash, but do you need a minute to decide what you two want?”

“Uh, yeah, give us a sec,” Ash replied.

“Okay, I’ll give you boys a few then be right back,” you said smiling then left to check on your other customers. Ash just watched you walk away, a delighted look on his face. Fez watched Ash then chuckled catching Ash’s attention.

“What,” Ash asked, quickly regaining his normal agitated tone.

Fez just shook his head. “Nothin’ man. I just see why you’ve been gettin’ so much take out from here now.”

Ash’s face scrunched up in annoyance. He grabbed a sugar packet and tossed it at Fez. “Shut the hell up.”

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Craving something sweet, you stopped at the first corner store you saw. It was late, so options were limited anyway. You didn’t feel like going into a grocery store for one thing.

“Hey, ma.”

“Fez? Oh, this must be you and Ash’s store he told me about,” you said walking closer to the ginger but gazing over the candy.

“Yeah, Ash is out back,” Fez replied, then he yelled for his brother.

“What,” Ash yelled back annoyed.

“Come here!”

You heard some boxes fall to the ground then Ash’s voice. “Ugh, what the fuc- Y/N?”

You laughed at his shocked expression. “Hey, cutie.”

“What are you doin’ here,” Ash asked, his tone doing a 180 for you. Now he sounded like the sweet 12 year old that you knew and loved.

“Well it is a store,” you replied pointing out the obvious. “I just left from my friend’s place and I was itching for something sweet. Just so happened to be your place that I saw first.”

Ash chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “Oh yeah.”

You grabbed a package of cookies and placed them on the counter. “How much,” you asked, pulling your wallet out of your purse.

“It’s on the house,” Ash said before Fez could get a word out.

“What,” you asked stunned. “Ash, I’m paying. How much?”

“And I said it’s on the house.”

“Yeah, no, I’m paying,” you said and put a five dollar bill on the counter. It was definitely more than you owed, but you didn’t care. You didn’t want to argue with Ash about paying.

“Y/N, you’re good,” Ash said, grabbing the money and trying to give it back to you.”

“Too late, it’s in your hand now,” you rushed out then turned around to leave. “Bye, boys!”

About two weeks later, you found Ash and Fez back in your section at the diner. It was a normal evening until Fez was paying the bill while Ash went to the bathroom.

“You’re a good brother,” you told Fez.

“Why you think that,” he asked.

“Ash told me it’s just you two and your grandma. And she’s sick so it’s just been you raising him, right?” Fez nodded. “Ash is a sweet kid. And always tips well,” you said then laughed and Fez chuckled with you. “So you must be raising him right if he’s always that nice to me.”

Fezco smiled to himself. He didn’t get compliments much. Damn, if he was being honest he never really did. Maybe one or two on his eyes by some girl who was hoping to get a little extra product off him, but that was about it. Hearing a genuine compliment, especially one about how he was raising Ashtray made him feel warm and fuzzy. It was a new feeling, but he liked it.

“I appreciate it, ma,” Fez said, giving one of his rare smiles to you.

You smiled back then grabbed the money he left on the table to pay the bill and tip you, but he stopped you. “Hey, um, could I like, get your number,” Fez asked.

You just grinned while you took out your pen. You grabbed Fez’s hand and wrote your number down.

“I know I could have just put it in your phone, but then I couldn’t have held your hand,” you said as you placed Fez’s hand down.

As soon as you walked away, Fez quickly pulled out his phone and put your number in. He didn’t want to risk smudging your number off his hand.

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Since you gave Fezco your number about a month ago, the two of you had gone on a few dates. He was always the perfect gentleman. Picked you up, paid for dinner, and walked you to your door. He never expected anything from you because you went out with him, unlike other guys.

You had to take some time off from the diner because of finals so you could study, so for the last two weeks, you hadn’t seen Ashtray. Of course you still found time to talk to Fez on the phone. It was a little odd how he preferred phone calls over texts, but you liked it.

You placed your bag of skittles and Fanta next to where Fezco was sitting on the counter.

“That’s it for ya,” Fez asked.

“Yeah, I’m on a health kick right now, but I needed something sugary. How much,” you asked looking into Fez’s eyes making you have to pause and catch your breath.

“Don’t worry about it.”

You sighed, your body slumping in defeat. “Fez, no, I didn’t come here to get anything for free.”

“I know, but it’s on me. You good.”

“Well I gotta give you somethin’,” you said, your voice dropping an octave as you moved in closer to Fezco.

“Somethin’ like what,” Fez asked smirking.

“I have a few ideas,” you said stepping in between Fez’s legs. Your hands rested on his knees as you made yourself taller, standing on your toes to reach his lips. Fezco leaned down to make it a little easier for you. It was pretty innocent as far as kisses go. It definitely wasn’t your first time kissing him, but there was nothing official for the two of you yet.

“What the fuck!”

You and Fez broke apart to see Ashtray standing at the front entrance.

“Hey little man,” you said awkwardly, feeling as though you were caught by your parents with a boy in your room. Ash was obviously upset. What was supposed to be a sweet little moment between you and Fez, just turned into an uncomfortable situation.

“Ash...,” Fez began to say, hopping off the counter. “Look man, it’s not-”

“Nah, I don’t wanna hear it,” Ash said. He sped pass the two of you back to his spot behind the refrigerated drinks.

You watched Ash walk off, saddened you upset him. Then you turned towards Fez, a somber look on your face. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, ma,” Fez replied, placing his hand on your shoulder. “I’ll talk to him. It’ll be aight.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “I guess I’ll leave you to it. Let me know how it goes.”

Fezco nodded then grabbed your candy and drink and handed it to you. “I’ll call you later.” He watched you walked out the store then took a deep breath before he went to talk to his brother. He knew Ash had a little crush on you, and he was planning on telling him about you two, but he just hadn’t gotten around to it yet.

“Hey Ash-”

“Save it! I don’t wanna talk to your bitch ass right now,” Ash said not even looking at Fez.

“Well that’s too damn bad,” Fez replied. He leaned against the wall waiting for Ash to do or say anything, but Ash just ignored him. “Look, we’ve only been on like 3 dates. Nothin’s legit yet.”

Ash spun around in his chair, glaring angerly at his so called brother. “If you didn’t think you were doin’ anything wrong, this wouldn’t be the first time I’m hearin’ about any date.”

Fez considered what Ash said for a second before he spoke. “Damn... you right. I ain’t wanna say nothin’ until I knew it was goin’ somewhere. Shit, I ain’t even know you liked her that much to get this mad. Bro you’re 12... she’s 21.”

“You think I don’t know that,” Ash asked but Fez knew it was a rhetorical question. He leaned back in his chair and huffed. “You treatin’ her right?”

Fez was dumbfounded. “Uhh... yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his head.

“And you actually like her? You ain’t just fuckin’ around?”

“Yeah, bro. You know I don’t even get down like that.”

Ash nodded slowly, turning around in his chair to face the surveillance screens. “Fine... but if you hurt her,” Ash started to say then turned his head so he looked Fez in the eyes, “I’m gonna beat your ass.”

Fez knew his brother was being serious. “Understood.”

Then Ashtray turned his head back to the screens, over the conversation.

That night once Fezco got home, he called you and told you everything was good between him and Ashtray. You were relieved. The last thing you wanted was for you to come between the two of them.

About a week later, the boys came to the diner for dinner.

“If it isn’t my favorite customer. How you doing, cutie,” you asked looking straight towards Ash. Ash beamed at you from his spot in the booth. You greeted him first and didn’t even acknowledge Fez yet.

“I’m great. Starving though.”

“Well you’ve came to the right place. And I’m glad you’re here,” you smiled at him then ruffled, as best you could, his buzz cut. Ashtray just smiled up at you. At the diner with you, he was just a regular 12 year old. Not a kid left at a drug dealers house as payment.

“Hey Fez,” you said turning, finally acknowledging that he was there. “Can you give me and Ash a minute?”

Fez eyed the two of you for a second then replied, “Yeah. Whatever you want, ma.”

“Thanks,” you said smiling at him. When he got up, Fez went to sit at the counter while you slid into his spot into the booth. “I’m sorry about how you found out about me and your brother. He told me he was going to tell you, but I guess I should have made sure he did before we did any kind of PDA.”

“You ain’t got nothin’ to be sorry about,” Ash said.

“Yes, I do Ash. You were my friend first, and then I went on a date with your brother, and you didn’t know.”

“Wait, we’re friends,” Ash asked shocked by your choice of words. He thought he was just another customer to you.

You scoffed. “Of course, little man. And you always will be. No matter if I date Fez or not.”

Ash just smiled in return. He didn’t know what to say.

“And besides,” you said as you turned your body so you could stand up from the booth. “It’s only been a few dates, and some phone calls. I don’t even know if it’s going anywhere.”

“Oh, it’s going somewhere,” Ash said, sitting back in his seat, a slightly annoyed look on his face.

Ash’s words peaked your interest. “What you mean?”

“I’ve seen the way he is on the phone with you. That dumbass dopey smile on his face.” Ash shook his head as his eyes rolled. “I don’t think I’ve seen him smile so big. It’s disgusting.”

Ash was very obviously repulsed by the thought of his brother with you, but his words made your heart full. Maybe you and Fez could be something more. You laughed at the look on Ashtray’s face. “I’ll tell Fez to keep our conversations in his room. Will that help?”

“Ugh, yes please,” Ash said grateful he wouldn’t have to be subjected to his brother’s love sick puppy phone calls.

You laughed getting up from the old red diner booth. Fez was scrolling though his phone a few spots over on one of the stools at the counter. “You can come back now Fez.”

Fez sauntered over, Ash giving him a tight lipped smile.

“Everything all good,” Fez asked as he slid into his spot.

You smiled. “Yeah, everything’s good. But,” you said leaning closer to Fez, “We are gonna have to have a talk about where you make your phone calls.”

Fez tilted his head up at you, confusion filled his eyes. “Huh?”

“Don’t worry about it now. I’ll explain later,” you said, then leaned down and gave him a peck on his forehead. Fez’s ears began to turn hot letting him know a blush was growing on his face.

“Bleh,” Ash said then stuck his tongue out in disgust.

“Sorry, hun,” you said to Ash. “I’ll stop.”

“Good,” Ash replied then started looking at the menu.

“Nah, don’t listen to him, ma. Keep doin’ what you doin’, Fez said, his eyes filled with desire. He didn’t want Ashtray’s disapproval of your PDA to stop you from kissing him.

You just patted Fez’s shoulder, leaning in once again, but this time just to whisper. “Maybe you’ll get more after our next date.”

“Say less.”

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danoberry · 2 years ago

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★ my girl (burt fabelman x reader) SMUT 18+

description: the kids stay at your parents' home for the weekend. you and burt decide to take advantage of that freedom.

content: 18+ SMUT!!!, handjob, blowjob, fluff, big breeding kink, talks about pregnancy, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names, lots of use of "good girl"

pronouns: you/yours (female reader)

genre: mature/nsfw

wc: 2.2k

afab genitailia

It was the weekend of your anniversary. As most couples do, you and Burt wanted some alone time. Of course, you would never make your parents watch your children, but they had insisted. Hell, an offer is an offer. The kids would be staying at your parents’ home for the next three days.

It was strange, that Friday night. There were no kids running around the house, no one tugging on your pant leg asking you “what's for dinner,” or how long it’d be until then. It was just you and your husband. He had missed the purley one-on-one attention neither of you had experienced in a while, and so did you.

Saturday was another day to relax. You sat on the couch together and read each of your respective novels. Reading as you lay on his lap, and he, petting your hair as he read, pushing his glasses up ever-so often.

As the sun set, and orange-yellow light filtered through the window, you closed the book you were reading and kept the chapter you had left on in the back of your mind. Records sat on the shelf under the brand new television. You left your partner’s lap and sat your book on the coffee table. Walking over, you kneeled down and picked up The Temptations, turning the record to the A side. A crackle sounded as you set the needle to track three. My Girl.

“I've got sunshine on a cloudy day…” The Temptations sang.

Burt pushed his glasses up once more and finished the sentence he was reading. Setting it down, he stood up and smiled in your direction. You reached out to hug him, wrapping your arms around him tight. He sat his hands right above your hips and laid his head on your shoulder, quietly reciting the lyrics in your ear.

“My girl, my girl, my girl

Talkin' 'bout my girl…”

The man- your husband- towered over you as he held his forehead close to yours, pecking you on the lips.

You both continued to slow-dance as the tune continued. His feet moved and swayed harmoniously with yours.

“Ah, you don’t know how lucky I am…” He says. Burt lets out a sigh with a smile. “You’re my girl. Wow.”

You blush at the words of praise. “I love you.”

He plants a kiss on your lips again.

“I love you, more.”

“Pshh…”

You dig your head into his chest while you both dance, until the track ends.

…

There were no set plans for Saturday, besides watching a movie (by which you didn’t know the name, only that it was romantic) that would be on the television at quarter ‘till nine. As time passed, you would continue to read after your dance, and sit propped against him.

With time hurtling towards 8:45, you sat up and went over to the kitchen to make some popcorn.

“Got it, darling?” Burt said from the other side of the wall, in case you needed any help.

“Yes honey, I’m okay. Thank you!” You replied, setting the pan on the stove.

The popcorn began to pop on the stove a few moments after you had turned on the heat. You waited the few minutes it took, shaking around the pan to get all of the kernels popped. Once they were all done, you grabbed a bowl and poured it out of the pan, before turning off the heat and setting the pan back on the stove to cool.

You approached the living room, only this time Burt was kneeling by the television, clicking buttons, moving dials, and fixing the antenna for a better signal. Eventually, he had it fixed, and he turned down the volume to a quiet yet audible sound. He got back up and sat down on the couch with a blanket.

The popcorn sat on the coffee table and a dim lamp positioned in the corner of the room was enough to create a cozy environment. The curtains stay open to the backyard, and a view of the moon which glimmered and refracted off of the window glass was pleasant.

You huddled next to your husband and grabbed the other half of the throw blanket he had on his lap, propped your feet up on the couch to your right side, and laid your head on his shoulder. Burt sat, knees spread apart, and threw his arm over your shoulder. As the Warner Bros. logo flashed upon the screen, his pointer finger drew circles around your hand, massaging it up and down. He kissed your head and rested on yours.

After a few minutes of staring blankly at the screen, you were admittedly becoming bored of whatever movie you had been watching. Where the hell even is the title screen?

You looked up at your husband with loving eyes, but he seemed interested in what was going on, and he kept his view on the television.

A thought swept your mind. The kids aren’t home.

The two of you hadn’t had sex in ages. The last time was probably months prior, and even then, it didn’t last long. Not because Burt couldn’t last long, because God, how he could, but because the last time you had had sex you were almost walked in upon by your youngest, crying about a nightmare. You might as well take advantage of the time you had, you believed.

You looked back at the screen blankly and slowly brought your hand to his upper thigh. Burt let a breath escape his lips and looked down at the imprint your hand was leaving under the blanket. Your hand massaged his thigh slowly and treaded towards his crotch. The tent growing under his pants was something getting harder and harder to hide. Burt shifted his focus from the television and now to you, bringing his hand to the back of your neck and slowly dragging circles with his thumb under your hairline.

Your hand finally reached the growing bulge in Burt’s pants. You slowly rubbed your hand up and down his crotch, feeling him grow. His eyes met yours as you looked up at him again.

“Mhm…” he hummed with his mouth closed, smiling as a way of approval.

The hand that was just grazing his thigh was now unzipping his pants and grabbing his cock from the slit in his underwear. Burt positioned himself straighter as he felt the cold air envelope around his dick.

A low groan escaped from his lips and his eyes shut for a brief moment while you rubbed gently on his sensitive, red tip. Your hand had meticulously wrapped around his length and started a rhythmic up-and-down motion. The sight of your husband enjoying himself so much, with his head laid back on the sofa, requited licking your lips in satisfaction.

Burt’s head slowly came down again, and he opened his eyes to stare directly at the hand you were fucking him with. All the while, your mouth watered and heat pooled in between your thighs.

“Oh… you’ve always been so- ah- good at this, doll,” He said, preliminary to licking his lips and letting a quick stream of air escape between his teeth. Your head reached up to his face and you kissed his cheek.

“You’re so kind to me, baby…” Grinning on his bright red cheek, you said.

Your hand stroked him harder and harder. Burt tried not to buck his hips as your fist, wrapped around his cock, rutted up and down. The strokes slowed for a moment, which resulted in a groan, however your face had left his, and made its way down to his crotch. You opened your mouth and let saliva drip from the tip of your tongue onto his cock. A hand stayed lightly squeezing his base, your mouth enveloped the end of his cock and your cheeks hallowed out, before letting off with a pop noise.

His head threw back once more, only this time he let out a moan that made the space between your thighs even wetter. You pulsed as a reaction.

“Oh- God, hon,” he inhaled through his teeth, “you’re so- ah- perfect. You know- you’re such a good mom to our- ah- kids…”

You took your mouth off of his dick, with a bit of saliva following your mouth as you sat up to look at him and kept your strokes slow, yet steady. You went to kiss him on the lips.

“Thank you so much baby,” you said.

“Lets try for another… would you want that, doll?”

The general thought of being pregnant didn’t fancy you very much, but the idea of having another child, another that you loved and adored, that you and your husband could take care of together, made you elated. Without hesitation, you giggled with approval and nodded your head, before kissing him once again.

“I just wanna fill you up…” He commented.

Quickly, you let the strokes of your hand stop and you took off your shirt and pajama pants that you had stole from Burt’s dresser. He let his pants roll down to his ankles and he changed from his shirt to his bare chest. All that you were left with on the couch was a bra and underwear, and he sat up, completely naked and erect, his cock throbbing for your warmth.

He looked at you for a moment, encapsulating your body. You took off your parties and sat on Burt’s lap, facing him. His dick sat at the bottom of the pudginess of his stomach, just below his belly button. It propped his cock up nicely. You began rubbing your clit up and down his length, edging each of you on for a moment.

“I need to be inside you…”

“Okay baby, okay,” you replied. With that, you took his cock out from under you and played with the tip against your clit, before lining himself with your entrance and sitting down slowly, circling as you took all of him.

“Good girl,” Burt praised.

His cock twitched inside of you, which made you shudder in retaliation. The feeling was indescribable… it just felt so, for lack of a better word, good.

You began to ride his cock, beginning slowly. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face deep under his chin, bobbing up and down. He thrusted into you, sounding slapping noises. You moaned loudly into his neck, while he groaned louder and louder under you.

The pace was kept by you, but was interrupted from time to time from out-of-sync thrusts from your husband, going even deeper in you than what you thought was physically possible.

“Hon-ey, hey,” he said between thrusts. You came to a stop for a moment. “I really want to fuck you.”

You clenched at his upfront words and nodded your head.

“Okay, babe.”

Burt picked you up and kissed you. He walked to the kitchen and sat you on the table

“Mmm… my good girl. God, I can’t wait to have another baby with you. You and I make such wonderful kids, don’t you think?” He prodded gently.

“Mhm...” you said, nodding like a madman.

“Tsk-tsk, Oh, how impatient you can act sometimes. You want me now, huh doll?”

“Yes please.”

Burt rolled his eyes affectionately and began to line himself up with your entrance once again, moving your body slightly off of the table, and grabbing your hand to sling over his shoulder. Your other cupped behind his neck, and you held yourself up as he began rutting into you.

Closer to orgasm, you both were. The both of you had been edging each other on until the point of unbearability. Pounding into you was Burt’s final act, and it was going to be a grand finale. He was never hard on you, but he wasn’t going to be that soft on you.

His medium-fast, hard pace was sending you into orbit. Grunts escaped his lips with every thrust, and he would smile at you as you moaned with pleasure.

“Good girl, taking me so well. Are you gonna cum, hm? Are you gonna make me cum?”

His thrusts began to get faster as he chuckled and kissed you again.

“Mhm! Yes… mhm…mhm!”

Strings of mhms left your lips as Burt gave it his all to give you the best orgasm in ages, and to paint your walls with as much cum as he could.

“You can do it, sweetheart… Make me cum in you,” he said, reassuringly as you felt your walls clasp down on his cock. Electricity shot through your core and throughout your pussy as you came. Fuck streamed out of your mouth repeatedly.

The vibration of your core was enough to send Burt flying over the edge. He moaned loudly while warm spurts of cum lined your walls. He panted and pulled off of you slowly, kissing all over your face.

He took his thumb to your hole, collecting some of the cum dripping out of you, before bringing it to your mouth. You licked his finger clean and closed your eyes from exhaustion.

“You’re so good. You’re so good. I love you so much, doll.”

You opened your eyes to see his bright red, sweat misted face once more. You kissed him sweetly.

“I love you too, baby…”

“We’re gonna have such a pretty child.”

You giggled. “I agree, hon.”

“We should start thinking of names!” He said, jokingly.

“Oh please, Burt…”

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love-strawberry · 2 years ago

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sunshine on a cloudy day

summary : in which they're lovers on screen and off screen.

pairing : jamie campbell bower x reader

warnings : language, stranger things season 4 spoilers

author's note : okay so SPOILERS peter is NOT vecna in this, he's just 001 having powers, his brother, imma call him harry is vecna and he killed (yourcharactername) so yeah, i'll be publishing a peter ballard imagine soon with this plotline so you'll be understanding this a bit better. also, volume 2?? wtf was that?? killing eddie huh? he deserved a better ending, he died with the town believing him to be a murderer and im so mad ahshbsjaksb and using will to develop mike and el?? will doesn't deserve this im so angry rn but here you go

tagged : @cmccarthy21-123abc @ateliefloresdaprimavera @slut4benbarnes @0oolookitsme @ellora-brekker @sapphireshields @you-bleed-just-toknowyouarealive

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themurderofcrowscollective · 1 year ago

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Rather than using what you know against your enemies, you use your knowledge to do something good and be at peace. You just can't trust nuns or priests anymore so you're a little shit to them for good reason. At the hospital, you refuse to talk to most patients but you do talk to kids younger than you when you get bored of staying in your room. You like to read to them and play somewhat, so it feels nice knowing that at least these kids don't hate you. When you're not at school or talking to the kids or talking to your nurse friend, you're either alone in your room listening to music or sleeping. You dread the days you have appointments though, physical therapy is a work in progress but at least you can take some steps and you don't want to talk about normal therapy. You occasionally get visits from another friend who's a social worker, and because of him, you're able to stay at the hospital for your appointments so you're glad to talk to him when he comes by. While you're not physically there, you're practically in the foster system so you also sometimes have to go to appointments to meet your next possible family. No one showed any promise or understood you deeply... ...until a month later just before Halloween. - - - *beep* *beep* *beep* *Click!* You let out a yawn as you open your eyes, sitting up and stretching. You've gotten past the stage of needing a wheelchair so you get out of bed and put on your prosthetics, grabbing a nearby crutch and slowly but steadily making your way to the bathroom with a few clothes in your other arm. Once you're cleaned and dressed, you take out your phone after getting a message from your social worker friend about the new appointment being scheduled at 3 in the afternoon. Okay, you can find something to do for the next 5 hours so you put the phone back in your pocket and head to the cafeteria for breakfast. The lunch lady there smiles at you, " Well hey sunshine, good morning. " " Good morning. " You mumble as you rub your eyes, yawning a bit. She leans forward on the counter with the same smile. " You meeting someone new today? " As you grab some food and place it on your tray, you nod. " Around 3 today, someone wants to meet me. Maybe they'll adopt me, maybe I'll just live here another 2 years and be forced out into the real world. " From behind the counter, she pats your arm with a reassuring smile. " Like I said, you'll find that family one day. Enjoy your meal, see you around lunchtime. " You nod as you go and take a seat at one of the tables, eating your food and watching videos on your phone. Throughout the day before 3 PM, you found yourself wondering about what this person would be like. Normally you'd just dismiss all thoughts about who they could be but today seemed different. How? You're not sure. When you wake up, normally the sky is dull and a bit cloudy and the food you eat would almost taste bland, but today you woke up to blue skies and the food tasted good. Did you travel to an alternate universe? Or are you dreaming? You decide to shrug it off, having pinched yourself twice to convince yourself that this isn't a dream. At 3 PM, you walk your way into a decent room with just a desk and two chairs, a man sitting in one of them. His bucket hat stands out to you significantly but you try to pay no mind to it, taking a seat in front of him. " Hello there. " He says warmly, smiling at you when you sit down. " I'm John Price, it's nice to meet you. " You nod, your eyes focused on his hat before you snap out of it and introduce yourself. " Hi. I'm sure you already know my name from the file, but you can call me Lynn. " He chuckles softly. " Lynn... nice name. " As the two of you talk mostly about your interests and what you like, you decide to start asking questions. " Price- " " Please, call me John. " " Right, John, um... have we met before? It's just... your hat is familiar and your face reminds me of someone I can't just easily forget. "

Crucified.

You came into this world like any other; screaming, crying and covered in blood. Your mother looked upon you with loving eyes and your father held you in his arms with the same amount of love in his eyes. As you grew, you lived a normal life and made normal friends. You had the most normal life until you turned 13. At that age you were becoming someone new and your interests changed as did your style, your personality, and habits. You still thought you were loved by your parents but you thought wrong when you were taken into the woods for your birthday surprise, blindfolded and unaware of the hell that awaited you. You were promised gifts, birthday cake and dancing but you were met with your arms tied up and stretched outwards on a cross with ropes keeping your waist and legs tied to it as well. You were confused when the blindfold was taken off, seeing no birthday cake or gifts, but your parents and neighbors standing in black robes with one man in the front, masked and wielding a torch. He had condemned you and labeled you as a demon sent from hell, accusing you of witchcraft. Tears were brought to your eyes when you heard the accusation, and you cried out you were innocent but no one listened. Not even your parents whose eyes were empty and emotionless. You begged and pleaded for your life, crying out as the torch was handed to your father who bellowed out 'RETURN FROM WHENCE YOU CAME' as he dropped the torch into the wood pile surrounding your cross. Everyone remained silent as the man in the mask opened a black book and recited a chant in Latin, ignoring your screams and cries as the fire spread wildly and lick at your feet. You thought it was the end for you until a bullet shot the masked man through the head, his body falling to the ground. Everyone in the black robes began screaming and shouting when they noticed military men arrive on the scene on foot and from armored trucks. You could only watch as the robed people took out daggers and try to kill the men, only to be shot or fought in melee combat when a group of men take out the flames around you with water from a high-pressure hose attached to a firetruck. A man wearing a bucket hat came running for you as the robed people were killed, climbing onto the pile of wood and taking out his own knife before cutting you free and hoisting you into his arms. You were in shock as you saw your parents die from gunshots, the weight of what they were going to do to you crashing onto you like an ocean wave. When you cried, he held onto you as you clung to him as you both made it to a truck and hopped in. You had to get into the hospital quick as you suffered third degree burns around your legs and feet, having surgery but sadly they were too damaged to be saved. When you woke, you couldn't feel your legs and you cried when you saw that your legs were gone below your knees. - - - Now, 3 years later, you're still living here at the same hospital. None of your relatives visit and have never did, you're still managing to learn how to walk again with your prosthetic legs but so far you've only gotten by via wheelchair. Of course you never go anywhere except to the cafeteria, and for school? You do go to school but you ignore the teasing you get for arriving in a hospital-issued van. At least you don't need someone constantly pushing you around like before anymore. As for your faith, it's long dead which is ironic since your school is a Catholic school. You get a load of shit from the nuns there who claim you probably deserved what happened to you nearly any time they find you misbehaving or sent to the headmaster's office. You simply do not give a fuck. Forget about having friends, everyone avoids you like the plague and calls you a witch to your face or behind your back, which isn't at all wrong. From a nurse you trust and confide in as a friend, you've received a book from her after you ranted how God forsook you when you were at the hospital for half a year after that night and it's all that keeps you going.

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weelittleweasley · 4 years ago

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my girl (f.w.)

prompt: you always knew fred would be a great dad and every day he exceeds your expectations

pairing: dad! fred x mom! reader

warnings: pregnancy, hospitals, children (yes, children is a warning), mild language, suggestion and brief mention of sex, thunderstorm, fear of thunder/rain.

word count: 6.2k

author’s note: THIS BITCH SO LONG IM SO SORRY this is the last installment of the 60s writing challenge!! thank you to everyone who has tuned in!!

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It was laughable; the way Fred stared at your large pregnant belly with eyes full of anticipation, hands placed on either sides of it, waiting for your child to kick at his hands. You giggled as he gently whispered to your protruding stomach, “Come on, little one. It’s your daddy. Give us a little kick, yeah?” Your stomach remained still as he lightly groaned, only making you laugh. “This child already likes keeping me on my wit’s end,” he grumbled before kissing your belly. “I’m just teasing,” he whispered again to the bump. “I love you so much.”

You brush your fingers through Fred’s hair, him sighing as you do. Fred had been so darling over the past nine months of your pregnancy. He found more staff for the joke shoppe to take over the early morning shifts and the night shifts so he could spend those hours taking care of you, helping around the house, and preparing for the baby’s arrival. You were always Fred’s number one priority, but that was set in stone after you became pregnant. He would literally drop anything if you even murmured that you needed something. Fred would wake up first and get your prenatal vitamins ready for you to drink with a large glass of water, he’d make breakfast, clean the kitchen, and only then would he wake you up. You had to admit, you could get used to living like this. But alas, you were past your due date and the baby was expected any day now.

“She loves you too, Freddie,” you tell him as you prop yourself up on your elbows, getting a better look at your husband who still rubs his hands over your stomach, searching for your unborn baby’s feet.

Fred looks up at you with questioning eyes. “She?” Fred could honestly care less about the sex of his child, as long as the baby was healthy. That’s all he could truly ask for. But secretly, deep down, Fred wanted a little girl, a princess. Someone who could be his princess since he had already found his queen.

You smiled with a shrug, “I have a feeling. I know it’s supposed to be a surprise, but when you know you know, don’t you?”

With that, against the skin of your stomach, pressed against Fred’s hand is two large kicks. Fred’s eyes widen as he sits up, feeling his child kick against his hands as the two of you laugh. Fred smiles wide and says, “Is that a sign?” he stares up at you with excited eyes as you cover your mouth laughing with glee. “Is that right, baby? A little girl?” he whispers to your belly, earning another two strong kicks as the two of you laugh out with delight. “A little princess and a strong one at that!” he cheers. “We’ve got a little football player on our hands, don’t we? Well, too bad, because your daddy is going to teach you all about quidditch.”

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The hospital room was quiet, no one daring to disturb the air that surrounded the newborn baby girl that was fast asleep on your chest. Her plump cheeks squished against your bare chest made you and Fred smile with delight. A healthy baby girl born after a brutally long labor, but it was all worth it. You softly kissed the top of her head, making her stir in her sleep.

You looked over at Fred to see him, gently wipe tears from his eyes as he gazed upon your newborn daughter. In this room, he had everything he’d ever wanted. The sight of your husband looking so lovingly at your daughter made your heart swell as you felt hot tears prick up behind your eyes. Reaching out, you cupped Freddie’s cheek as brushed away with happy tears with your thumb. Freddie looked up at you with eyes so tender and a smile so warm, you giggled out a sob. “She’s perfect,” he quietly spoke to you as you nodded your head in agreement.

She really was the most precious thing you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Her button nose and soft features rested upon her gentle skin, tufts of strawberry blonde hair poking out from the cap the hospital dressed her in. Her lips were pink and squished against your chest as small dreaming noises escaped now and again. Your darling little girl, your little flower.

“Daisy,” you spoke softly to Fred as you brushed your daughter’s cheek softly.

The two of you had spoke about what to name the baby for a while, a few names tossed around here and there, but none of them felt right. Until Daisy popped into your head.

Fred nodded his head with a happy smile, “Yeah.” In her sleep, the baby stirred at the sound of Fred’s voice, making him scoot impossibly closer to the hospital bed, leaning close to his daughter. “How do you like that, love bug?” he cooed at the sleeping baby on your chest. “Daisy,” he smiled to himself. “I love you so much. You’re going to give mommy a run for her money,” he joked, making you roll your eyes with a breathy chuckle. Fred looked up at you and placed a kiss to your forehead. “I can’t believe we made something as perfect as she is,” he shakes his head in disbelief.

You smiled at your husband and sighed. The man before you was so perfect, helplessly in love with you and the child you created. Slowly, you peeled sleeping Daisy off of your chest and handed her over to an eager Fred, scooping her in his arms, cradling the baby close to his chest. Fred cooed down at his baby who slowly fluttered her eyes open, peering her dark eyes, that looked so like Fred’s, up at him. You laid back in the hospital bed, relaxing as you watched Fred murmur to Daisy, speaking gently and kissing her forehead and nose every now and again. As if you couldn’t fall more in love with Fred, watching him become a father was enough to make you fall in love fifty more times.

Fred rose from the chair he was sat in and started walking around the hospital room, rocking the baby and talking to her about the life she was going to have. “Just wait until Uncle George gets his hands on you,” he whispered as you silently laughed. “Grandma Molly is going to spoil the hell out of you,” he shook his head for his eyes widened and he looked at you. “I shouldn’t curse in front of our baby, should I?” he asks as you shake your head. “Damn it,” he curses again as he winces. “I’ll stop now,” he huffs making you laugh as your eyes feel heavy. The long labor had you exhausted and you had been up with Daisy feeding her and watching her alongside Fred. “Darling,” Fred cooed at you, “get some rest, please. I’ve got Daisy and she’s not due for another feeding for some time. You need to get some rest,” he tells you, walking over to the bed, helping pull the sheets up to cover you as you look up at his handsome face. “I’ll take care of our baby. Don’t worry.”

With a teasing sleepy smile on your face, you say, “I don’t know how much I trust you with a newborn child.” Fred gives you a look, making you chuckle. “I’m kidding, love, I’m kidding.” Fred kisses your forehead, your nose, and then your lips gently, him rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Fred speaks before placing another kiss to your lips softly. He sits himself in the chair again, Daisy looking sleepy again herself. He sighs before clearing his throat and gently starting to sing a melody that sounded all too familiar to you. “I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day,” he sings, making your heart flutter in your chest. “When it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of May,” his voice is soothing, the vibrations from his chest calming Daisy down and putting her in a sleepy trance. “I guess you’d say what can make me feel this way, my girl, talkin’ ‘bout my girl,” his deep voice sings the familiar love song.

Fred looks at you as you watch him with a small smile on your face, tears welling up in your eyes. He was singing your wedding song to your baby. It felt like a dream. Being married to the man you’ve always loved, seeing him cradle your beautiful baby girl in his arms, singing the song you would dance to as teenagers. It was unreal, but somehow, you were lucky enough to be living in it.

“I got so much honey, the bees envy me. I’ve got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees,” he continues to sing along, slowly putting both you and Daisy to sleep as you flutter your eyes closed, happy and safe.

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The drive back from the hospital was slow. Fred insisting on not driving faster than twenty miles an hour even though the speed limit was thirty. This caused many cars on the road to change lanes and shoot Fred dirty looks.

“Fred, honey, you can drive faster than this. She’s in a car seat, strapped in very well as you made sure of before we left the hospital, and the road is very clear considering everyone has driven around you,” you tell him from the passenger seat.

He shakes his head, “No way. I am remaining as safe as humanly possible. Can’t risk putting my little flower petal in harm’s way.”

But eventually, you arrived back to your house where your friends and family awaited your arrival patiently. You turned the keys in the lock and pushed the door open, Fred following closely behind you with Daisy in her carrier. “We’re home,” you sing song out at the bunches of people who awaited your arrival in your home.

Everyone rises from the couches and chairs in your home, big smiles on their faces when they see you, Fred, and Daisy enter the door. Molly gasps and covers her mouth, tears already welling up in her eyes as Fred sighs. “Ron! Mum is already crying, you owe me two galleon!” George calls out. “I call holding it first!” George calls out.

“It?” Ginny makes fun of her brother with a light chuckle as Ron cackles from the other side of the couch, earning a pillow toss in the face from George. “I reckon I should hold the baby first considering I am going to be the godmother, right, (Y/N)?” Ginny asks.

George lets out a laugh, “Hilarious, Ginny. Last time I checked it was my twin who had the baby. Surely, I will be the godparent and the first one to hold it.”

“Stop calling the baby it!” Ginny reprimands him. “The baby is a...wait, you never told us what the baby’s sex is,” Ginny looks to you and Fred as the two of you are too preoccupied laughing at the antics of the group already. You weren’t even home five minutes and there was already arguing. “So?”

You look to Fred, giving him the honor of announcing the baby’s sex. “Everyone will get a turn holding her,” he announces as Ginny cheers out in victory, Ron owing George another two galleons, as Molly and Hermione squeal in excitement. “But who ever holds her first needs to wash their hands. I don’t want any dirty paws on my perfect baby girl,” he coos into the carrier before you take off the buckle and scoop Daisy into your arms as she stretches in your arms.

Ginny and George both make a mad dash to the sink, pushing the other out of their ways, trying to wash their hands first. You shake your head with a chuckle, and look down at your baby girl who is fast asleep still, still too young to understand the chaos of a family she was born into.

Molly laughs and speaks, “While those two battle of the soap, little do they know I already washed and sanitized my hands when I came in.” You laugh, knowing Molly Weasley came prepared to be the first one to hold her grandchild.

“Wait,” Fred stops his mother before you can pass the baby over to her. He pulls a vile of hand sanitizer from his pocket and squirts two drops in his mother’s hands, just in case. You slap his arm. “What? Can’t be too safe,” he defends himself. After Molly rubs in the gel, she looks at her son, giving him a sarcastic look. “Alright, now you can hold her,” he speaks as Molly rolls her eyes as you gently place Daisy in her arms.

Molly looks down at the newest addition to the Weasley family and her lights light up. Arthur looks over her shoulder and smiles softly at the beautiful babe in Molly’s arms. “She’s just a doll, isn’t she?” Arthur whispers as Molly cradles your daughter in her arms.

George and Ginny race back into the living room only to find their mother holding Daisy instead of one of them. George groans as Ginny defeatedly flops on the couch. “Snooze you lose, children,” she teases with a smile and George mimics her before flopping on the couch next to Ginny and Harry. Molly looks back at you and Fred with a big smile. “Well done, you two,” she beams as Fred hugs you from behind, resting his chin on the top of your head. “She’s simply beautiful.”

“Thank you, Molly,” you smile. “So, do you lot want to know her name?” you ask the group, earning a symphony of yes’s and please’s. You look up at Fred who gives you an encouraging nod. With a gulp, you reveal, “Her name is Daisy.” Hermione smiles widely and claps her hands excitedly. “Daisy Ginevra Weasley,” you finish.

Ginny’s eyes widen in shock at the baby’s middle name. It was important to both you and Fred that you had a family name in there besides the surname. You were insistent on giving Daisy Ginny’s name as her middle name. Ginny played a big factor in why you and Fred got together and she was always there for you every step of your relationship. It only seemed right to name your child after her. “You...you named her after me?” Ginny asks in disbelief as you and Fred nod your heads. “Bloody hell,” she whispers with a smile, tears making her eyes glassy, but she pushes them down with a shake of her head. “I don’t know what to say. I...” Ginny searches for the words, but just ends up running over to you and embracing you and Fred in the tightest hug.

You laugh and give her a squeeze before holding her face in your hands. “You’re my sister, Gin. It only made sense to name our first daughter after someone who means so much to the both of us,” you tell Ginny as she smiles, tears now spilling from her eyes. You wipe away the tears with your thumbs as Fred places a kiss to his sister’s forehead.

Ginny laughs before punching Fred’s arm teasingly. “Merlin, you lot have made me soft,” she wipes her tears with a sniffle, making you and Fred laugh. Molly walks over to her daughter and puts Daisy in her arms as Ginny gasps and holds the baby close to her chest. “Hello, little one,” she whispers as Fred holds you in his arms, smiling wide as he watches his little sister hold his daughter. The sight was enough to make you cry again. The person who had been so influential in you and Fred’s relationship was now holding your first born child. “Reckon you have quite a beautiful middle name, eh?” she laughs before taking a seat next to Harry on the couch.

“Georgina also has a nice ring to it. Daisy Georgina Weasley. It’s not too late, you know,” George tells you and Fred, making you laugh and Ginny give him a dirty look.

“Shut it, you wanker,” she whispers through gritted teeth.

“Ah, ah, ah! No swearing in front of the baby!” George tsks his sister before looking at you and Fred. “You don’t want a godparent who swears in front of children, now do you?” he continues to push Ginny’s buttons as she rolls her eyes, but continues to coo at Daisy who peels her eyes open and peers up at Ginny.

Fred walks towards George who sits in the living room chair and speaks, “Funny you should mention that. (Y/N) and I have both gone back and forth about this for a long while. And we decided that if anything should happen to either of us, we would want you to raise Daisy, George.” George’s eyes widen in disbelief as he looks back and forth between you and Fred as you smile widely. It was a no brainer deciding who Daisy’s godparent would be. George was the first person to know when you were pregnant, he made sure the joke shoppe could function the same now with Fred as a dad, he baby proofed his flat months in advance for Daisy’s arrival. George would be a great uncle and godfather to your child. “What do you say, Georgie?” Fred asks.

George engulfs Fred in a massive bear hug, making your heart swell as Molly wrapped her arm around you, pulling you into her side. Today was surely one of the best days of your life, watching your family care for this new life with so much love and tenderness. George pulls away from Fred with tears in his eyes, clearing his throat, and speaking, “Of course. Yeah, ‘course I will. If anyone lays a finger on that child consider them dead meat.” Fred laughs and hugs his brother again, the two of them sharing a tender moment.

Ginny rises from the couch and with a smile, passes Daisy over to her godfather and uncle. George holds Daisy with utmost care and carefulness. He carefully sits down and smiles at the small baby in his arms. “Hey, peanut. I’m your Uncle Georgie,” he smiles down at Daisy who yawns and stretches in his arms, pushing off her hospital cap in the process to reveal her tufts of strawberry blonde hair. “Ah, the Weasley signature,” George laughs. “Sorry about that one, (Y/N),” he winks as you laugh, sitting on the couch with Ginny’s legs folded over your lap as she kisses your cheek. “Godric, she’s beautiful, Freddie,” George gushes. “You’re gonna be a heart breaker, kid. Just like your mum before she met your dear old dad. You know it took him three times before she finally said yes to go out with him?”

“Alright, no need to embarrass me in front of my three day old child,” Fred laughs, sitting on the arm of the chair.

The whole lot of you sits in the living room, quite still, watching Daisy as she gets passed around the room, each person interacting with her, cooing at her. When she gets passed around to Ron and Hermione, Ron huffs, “So, Ginny is her namesake, George is her godparent, does that make me the cool uncle?”

With a laugh, you shake your head, “Absolutely. Every kid needs a cool uncle and aunt.”

Ron smiles, “Wicked.”

Hermione coos at Daisy, Ron gently brushing her cheek with his forefinger as Daisy yawns widely. “You are a darling,” Hermione blushes to the baby before looking at Ron with pleading eyes.

“Oh, don’t give me that look. I have the daunting job of being cool uncle. Let me get that job done first before we get involved with something else,” he warns as Hermione laughs along with the rest of the group.

You look over to Fred who is already looking at you, love plaguing his eyes as you sigh happily. He smiles at you gently before mouthing an I love you, you reciprocating the action. Everything in this moment felt so right, so perfect.

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“You’re coming over for dinner on Wednesday, right?” Ginny confirms with you as Harry helps her into her coat, baby Lily on Ginny’s hip.

Everyone had come over for Sunday dinner at you and Fred’s house, like every other week. But as the years went by, the dinner guest list had changed and adapted to include more people. Harry and Ginny’s first child as well as Ron and Hermione’s first child became a part of the guest list along with Angelina as she was now engaged to George. It was always something to look forward to at the end of the weekend, having family over. Not to mention, Daisy was obsessed with her cousins.

“Of course. I don’t think Daisy would let us miss it,” you tell Ginny as you kiss Harry and Ginny goodbye. “Dee! Come say goodbye Aunt Gin and Uncle Harry!” you call out to your daughter who is still running around with James, Albus, Rose, and Hugo.

Daisy, now three years old, whines, “I don’t want to say goodbye, Mummy!” She stomps her foot in protest and folds her arms in protest. Daisy loved every moment she spent with her family which only made you and Fred happier. Family was so important to the two of you and the fact that her best friends where her cousins always warmed your hearts.

You smiled at your daughter and replied, “I know, darling. But you’ll see everyone again on Wednesday when we visit Aunt Gin and Uncle Harry’s house.”

Ginny chimes in, “And when you come over, I’ll let you wear my quidditch gloves like last time. How does that sound?”

Daisy’s face lights up and she immediately runs over to Ginny and hugs her legs as Ginny scoops her up and peppers her face with kisses as Daisy laughs wildly. Daisy looked up to Ginny. She always told you and Fred how much she wanted to be like her and play quidditch and fly around on a broom and win all of the games. She even started to demand being called by her middle name and not her first name, but you compromised with Daisy Gin.

Ginny places Daisy back down before calling out, “Alright, Potters! Let’s get a move on. You boys both need a bath,” she huffs when she sees chocolate smeared over both of her boy’s faces as they giggle wildly, running to Harry as he scoops up Albus and sets him on his hip. “Maybe if Uncle Fred didn’t let you eat half of the sweets bin, you wouldn’t need a third bath today,” she speaks, ruffling her hands in James’ hair, giving Fred the stink eye.

“Cool uncles let their cool nephews eat a bit of chocolate now and again, isn’t that right, James?” Fred asks, James fist bumping him in response with a wide grin.

The Potters leave the house with a final round of goodbyes and kisses before Ron and Hermione follow suit, putting on jackets. Hermione bundles Hugo up in his rain boots and rain coat as Rose appears at your feet. “Auntie (Y/N), can Daisy and I have a sleepover again?” she asks, batting her eyes at you with the most devious smile she could conjure up.

Ron rubs his face, “Sweet Merlin, Rose, you are trouble with a capital t.”

You laugh and give Rose a kiss on her forehead, “Of course we can. How about next week you can sleepover here and we can go pancakes in the morning like last time?” Rose’s eyes widen as she and Daisy squeal with excitement.

“Come on, darling,” Hermione calls over to Rose, holding her hand out for Rose to take. “Thanks again, dinner was delicious, (Y/N),” Hermione kisses your cheek goodbye.

“Don’t mention it,” you speak. “We’re still on for drinks with Luna on Friday, right?” you ask as she nods excitedly. “Brilliant. That means cool uncle and cool dad are in charge of the kids,” you beam before giving Ron and hug goodbye.

Ron laughs, “Coolest uncle. I’ve been promoted.” You chuckle before waving goodbye to Ron, Hermione, and the kids. This just left George and Angelina which was always the toughest part of the night.

George slips on his coat as Angelina follows, before he calls out. “Alright, my flower,” he speaks. “Hit me with your best one.” He holds out his arms as Daisy giggles, running into his arms and throws her arms around his neck as George picks her up and swings her around, making Daisy squeal. “Oh, Uncle Georgie loves you so much,” he kisses her cheeks before blowing fart noises in her neck, making her laugh even harder. “I’ve got a proposal for you, my darling. How about little Daisy here helps up open up the shop next Saturday? Teach her about the family business?” he tickles her sides as Daisy giggles, Angelina watching her fiancé lovingly as he entertains the child with ease. “What do you say, (Y/N)? Dad will be there to make sure Uncle George doesn’t corrupt the child,” he teases as you roll your eyes.

You sigh and look at your husband and brother in law. “Yeah, alright,” you comply as Daisy cheers while George spins her around in victory. “Only if that means Angie and I get to have a night out on Saturday.”

Angelina laughs in agreement. “Absolutely. And it’s you lot’s treat,” she adds as you smile before giving her a hug and kiss goodbye. “I’ll see you soon, (Y/N). Thank you again for dinner.”

You watch as George dances around with Daisy, her smiling widely. George was a brilliant uncle and godfather. He was always willing to drop anything when you or Fred needed some help with her. Not to mention, he never minded playing babysitter when you and Fred needed a night alone.

Fred sighed, “Alright, Daisy Gin, time for a bath and bed. You’ve had a long day.”

“No!” she protests, wrapping her arms tighter around George’s neck, pressing her cheek against his as George laughs.

Fred pretends to gasp, “What do you mean no?”

“Uncle Georgie stays with me!” she demands. “And Auntie Angie!”

Fred’s heart swells at how much his young daughter loved his twin and his soon to be wife. “I know you want them to stay, my petal, but it’s time for bed. Besides, we’ll see Uncle George and Auntie Angie on Wednesday,” he tells your three year old as she pouts.

George speaks, “Hey, don’t be upset. That’s very soon. And besides, next time I see you, I’ll have a surprise...” This makes Daisy’s eyes light up with joy and clap her hands. “I’ll see you soon, okay? I love you bunches.”

“Love you,” Daisy smiles in her tiny voice as George places a kiss to her cheek, Angelina placing another kiss to her opposite cheek, making Daisy giggle. Daisy is handed off to Fred as the last couple leaves with another round of hugs and kisses.

“Get home safe! And be careful on the roads! It’s supposed to storm tonight!” Fred calls out as George and Angelina hop into their car with another wave. Fred closes the door with a sigh. Now it was just you, him, and Daisy. “Alright, you,” he teases Daisy who smiles. “I think it’s time for you to take a bath,” he scoops your daughter up into his arms, taking one of her bare feet in his hand, lifting it up to his nose. He feigns disgust. “Those stink, Daisy Gin!” he exclaims as Daisy giggles. “Mummy, we’ve got a 2342! Stinky feet!”

You gasp, “A 2342?!” Daisy laughs louder. “Get her in the bath! Stat!”

With that, Fred runs up the stairs and to the bathroom as Daisy shrieks with delight as you can’t help but chuckle. Even the simplest things Fred made fun. Each day with Fred as the father of your child was an adventure. He made the simple days extraordinary and the extraordinary days out of this world. He was the center of Daisy’s world; that baby girl loved her father more than anything. Sometimes it made you a little jealous, how much she adored Fred, but you couldn’t stay mad for too long. It was just so damned adorable how she stared up at Fred with so much idolization.

From your bedroom, you could hear Fred and Daisy sing nursery rhymes in the bath, Fred doing silly voices which only made Daisy giggle. The sang, they counted, talked about animals, and colors. Each babbling conversation made your heart swell with love.

“Mummy!” you hear Daisy call from her bedroom.

“Coming, my peanut!”

You walked down the hall and into Daisy’s room, decorated in white and yellow flowers on the walls with a bookcase filled with books and toys, and her small bed with sheets adorned with Holyhead Harpies sheets as per Daisy’s request. She sat on the bed, wrapped in her towel, waiting for you to change her into pajamas. It was your favorite part of the day.

You smiled at your daughter with freshly washed hair, wrapped in a green towel. “There’s my flower,” you smiled as Daisy kicked her legs excitedly. “What pajamas are we wearing tonight? Your Harpies pajamas are in the wash, but you have your daisy pajamas from Uncle Neville and your rainbow pajamas from Auntie Luna.” Daisy thinks for a moment before requesting her daisy pajamas from Neville.

As you change your daughter into fresh pajamas, you listen to her babble about how much fun she had with her cousins and how she couldn’t wait for Wednesday. You smiled to yourself, still wondering how you were so lucky to get the sweetest, most darling little girl in the world as your daughter. You brushed her hair gently before plaiting her red hair that matched Fred’s into two pigtail plaits. Daisy smiled at herself in the mirror as you peppered her right cheek with kisses making her giggle. “I love you, Daisy Gin,” you tell her.

“I love you, Mummy,” she bats her eyelashes, looking up at you with those big chocolate brown eyes that so resembled Fred’s. All of Daisy reminded you of Fred. From her hair to her eyes to the way she spoke, it was all so Fred which only made you love your little tike more fiercely.

You carried her back to bed, tucking her in her sheets before calling out for Fred. Within seconds, Fred appeared with a smile on his face. “Bedtime for my princess,” he smiles before kneeling next to you at her bedside. “Goodnight, my baby,” he kisses her forehead as Daisy closes her eyes with a smile.

“I’m not a baby!” she protests. “I’m a big girl! Like Auntie Ginny!”

Fred smiles as you laugh. “Oh, pardon me! Goodnight, my big girl,” he corrects himself as you lean over and give your baby a kiss on the forehead.

You run your finger through the loose strands of hair that are wispy around her face. “Sweet dreams, my girl,” you speak softly.

“Goodnight, Mummy,” she speaks sweetly, enough to make your heart burst. “Goodnight, Daddy,” she coos at Fred who smiles.

The two of you shut the lights and shut the door gently. You and Fred make your way into your bedroom, getting ready for bed yourselves. As Fred shuts the door behind him, you feel his arms wrap around your waist as you sigh. He presses a trial of kisses up your neck as you smile. “She’s getting so big,” you whine, turning around and facing Fred. He places a chaste kiss to your lips.

Fred sighs. It was true. Daisy was growing up way too fast for your liking. It was exciting, watching her become her own person. But at the same time, you loved her at this age. How small and confident she was. How she thought she was so in control. It was adorable. “I don’t like thinking about it too much,” he confesses. “But...” he trails off before starting to unbutton the buttons of your shirt. “We could prevent that...if we had another...” he suggests as you smirk. “It’s been nearly three years. Don’t you think we deserve another one?” he wiggles his eyebrows. “Another baby to keep Daisy company...”

You shake your head, “Fred Weasley, you are relentless.” You press a kiss to his lips and Fred deepens it, kissing you slowly and tenderly as you gently moan into his mouth. He smirks as he pushes the shirt you wear off your body. Quickly pulling away, you look at him. “Are you sure she’s asleep already? I don’t need our daughter walking in on a situation neither of us want to explain to a three year old,” you tell him.

Fred huffs before kissing you again, mumbling against your lips. “I’m sure.” You give him a knowing look as he groans, “Fine. I’ll lock the door. But you better get your ass in that bed.”

You giggle as Fred runs to the door, locking it as you crawl into the bed, a little too excited.

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A few hours later, you and Fred are fast asleep, Fred shirtless, arm draped around your torso as you wear his shirt to sleep. The sounds of rain hitting the window sound through the master bedroom, the occasional rumble of thunder here and there. To you and Fred, the rain always helped you sleep, but the youngest Weasley disagreed.

Slowly, the bedroom door creaked open further. She held onto her hippogriff plushie tightly, eyes full of worry. “Mummy?” she quietly asked into the room as you stirred in your sleep, slowly recognizing the voice. “Mummy? Daddy?” she called out again.

You woke up, sitting up straight to see your baby girl standing in the door way, fear in her eyes as she clung onto her plushie. Thunder rumbled outside as Daisy gasped, scared of the noise. “Daisy? Baby, what’s wrong, petal?” you asks, sleep laced in your voice.

She ran to the side of the bed as lightning flashed, you scooping her up in your arms as she held onto you tight, shivering lightly. Sadness coursed through your body as you realized your baby was afraid of the storm that was outside. “Aw, my flower,” you cooed as you rocked her back and forth, her sniffling into your chest. “It’s okay, my love,” you speak, kissing her head.

Fred rubs his eyes and realizing that his daughter was crying into his wife’s chest. Panic rises in Fred’s voice, “Is she alright? Do I need to call a Healer? Muggle doctor?”

You shake your head no. “Our little Daisy Gin is afraid of the storm,” you whisper to Fred who nods his head. “It’s alright, baby. Mummy and Daddy are here,” you flip yourself around so Daisy can see her father. “See? We’re here, petal. Everything is alright.”

Daisy sniffles as she looks at Fred and gives him a timid wave. Fred smiles sadly at his princess and speaks, “Hello, flower. The rain woke you up, huh?” Daisy nods her head. “Bloody rain. Should I yell at the rain? And tell it to stop bothering us?” he asks, still groggy, but you can hear the smile in his voice.

Daisy giggles and nods her head as Fred rises from the bed and walks over to the window, opening it up mid-storm despite your protests. He sticks his head out of the window and screams out, “Hey! Rain! Go away!”

Your daughter laughs madly in your arms as you can’t help but chuckle. Surely the neighbors think you have lost your minds. Fred shuts the window and climbs back into bed as you and Daisy’s laughter fades. However, the laughter is replaced with another shriek from Daisy as lightning strikes and thunder rumbles. She retreats further into your chest as you rub her back, kissing her head.

An idea pops into Fred’s head as he opens his arms for Daisy to curl into. He clears his throat and starts, “I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day. When it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of May.” Your heart instantly melts at the sound of Fred singing to your daughter like he did the day she was born in the hospital three years ago. “I guess you’d say what can make me feel this way, my girl,” he sings as he looks to you to join him.

“Talkin’ ‘bout my girl,” you join Fred as the three of you lay in the bed, Daisy cuddled in between the two of you, her sniffles fading. You continue to sing until her eyes start to flutter close and her mouth emits small snores. Slowly, you fade out as she is soundly asleep. Fred brushes his little girl’s hair out of her face with a soft smile. You are too occupied looking at Fred and how he stares at your daughter, your heart racing. As if he couldn’t be a better dad.

Fred looks at you with a smile. “I love you,” you tell him with a small shake of your head. “I love you so much.”

“I love you so much more, my dear,” he speaks before placing a kiss on the tip of your nose. “You’re my world. The two of you complete me. My girls.”

With that, you and Fred cuddle up to your sleeping daughter, falling asleep to the sounds of the rain.

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