#shut up peyton

[pey-up]

took a quick break from drawing an oc thing to draw a book cover type thingy for "oh yeah, your face is out of place and I cant make you out" by a_lemon_sprinkled_with_sugar on ao3 and @moss-moths-eyes-and-whimsy on tumblr!!

[toppermostpoppermost]

TOMMY BOY (1995) dir. Peter Segal

[starleska]

a recreation of me accidentally stumbling across Royal Margarine Cookie's voice lines for the first time at 2am last night 😳😳😳😳

[mudblccd]

@slythzriins sent a letter : 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 .

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 , 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 ⎯⎯⎯⎯ the way words make peyton stare dead ahead for a long , drawn out moment ; hand with a pinch of herbs hovering over the cauldron , eyes flicker downwards towards the bubbling liquid , snapping and groaning from the mixture that swirled together . she's never been very good at potions , but she tries , each time , and what she needs now isn't mattheo doubting her ( HE HAD EVERY REASON TO , especially after nearly blowing up the castle first year , then her face second year , hair third . . . WHY WERE THEY STILL MAKING HER DO THE LESSON , AGAIN ? ) her eyes focusing on professor snape with an intensity that leaves no question on the way she wanted him to hit her so hard she collided with the desk ❛ i have a death wish ❜ peyton dead panned , eyes shifting to the side to watch mattheo , landing back on the swirling liquid , the anxiety she tried so hard to swallow down suddenly feels like a rock is lodged in pit of throat ❛ and should i end up looking like two face , you'll get front row seats to my origin story , you're welcome ❜ and out of everyone to sudden turn into , harvey dent would be the one person she'd be more connected with ; gotham city's youngest district attorney , a shining star that turned tragic by an attack beyond his control - though should she happen to become insane , she doesn't the successful backstory . . . she was a good qudditch player , but not exactly reaching harvey dent level infamous . . . and unlike dent , the insanity would completely be her own fault .

but she had to do this , had to keep trying ; it was the one grade holding her down , the rest ? she was thriving , was damn proud of what her grade sheet looked like , but potions was like an itch , a violent , aching itch buried in her very being that would ever fade , a jump of a grade , a fraction of improvement , at least ; WHY WAS IT SO HARD ? just as she's about to drop the ingredient in , there's hesitation ❛ that . . . does look like the right measurement , right ? ❜

[contradictivs]

it’s giving fuck boy but at least he’s pretty <3

[pupplushy]

chat how do I tell my bf that when he was helpin me shift into a plushie last night and he said that plushies don't think and that he would think for me how do I tell him that reading back and seeing it was kinda. It was uh. Mhm >//<

[cobra-salt]

Antis and sexual harassment, name a more cursed pair

[misfit0789]

Life and ...

Leah Williamson x Reader

Summary: Life has a fucked up way of working sometimes. The day starts normal only to end in tragedy…

Word Count: 3.3k words

Warnings: I don't want to spoil anything...but there is mentions of blood!

This is fiction. I wanted to try writing something new let me know what you guys think!

Y/n was woken up by soft lips pressing kisses to her cheek. She slowly opens her eyes as they adjust to the sunlight beaming into the room from the open curtains. When her eyes adjust she locks eyes with her favorite defender, who is leaning down so her blonde locks surround them both. Y/n smiles at the woman, moving her hands so they rest on Leah's waist, just above where the blanket rests on her still bare hips from their activities the night prior.

"Good morning." Y/n whispers. Leah smiles at Y/n leaning down to press a kiss to Y/n's lips only for Y/n to move at the last minute. "Morning breath." Y/n supplies. Leah rolls her eyes, taking Y/n's face in her hands and leaning down to press a kiss to Y/n's lips.

"I don't care." Leah whispers when they pull away. Y/n chuckles leaning her head back on her pillow. Leah follows, pressing another kiss to Y/n's lips. The couple continue, hands wandering each other's bodies, almost going farther once more but, just before that can happen a knock sounds on their bedroom door.

The couple pull away breathless. Leah lets out a groan of frustration rolling off Y/n back to her side of the bed. Y/n chuckles standing and grabbing some clothes. Leah watches eyes raking over Y/n's body, sheet pulled up to cover her chest. "Dammit" Leah groans. Y/n chuckles.

"Patience my love." Y/n says walking to open the door to her and Leah's shared bedroom. "Munchkin!" Y/n exclaims as a little body runs into her legs once she opens the door. Y/n bends down to take the child fully into her arms.

"Mama!" the child exclaims wrapping her little arms around Y/n's neck, tucking her face into her mother's neck. Y/n adjusts her hold on the child and stands with her daughter in her arms. Y/n looks up over the child's shoulder smiling at her younger sister and sister-in-law.

"How was she?" Y/n asks her sister, stepping out of her bedroom and shutting the door behind her to allow Leah a chance to get dressed, thankful for teaching Peyton to knock before entering a room that has the door closed. Y/n walks towards her sister who is standing at the end of the hall in the living room, her sister-in-law standing next to her.

"She was an angel. Myle loved having her around." Viv answers sending her sister a smile. Y/n chuckles nodding.

"Sounds about right. She always talks about how much she loves getting to spend time with Myle. She keeps asking for a puppy but that is too much for a six year old to handle." Y/n jokes, holding Peyton with one arm and tickling her with the other. Peyton lets out a giggle squirming in her mothers hold.

"Mama stop!" she laughs. Beth and Viv laugh watching the mother daughter duo.

"Is that my baby I hear?" Leah asks walking into the room. Y/n seizes her tickle attack on her daughter and looks up to see Leah dressed in her Y/n's Arsenal hoodie and a pair of sweatpants.

"Mommy!" Peyton exclaims squirming in Y/n's hold to be let down. Y/n chuckles setting her daughter on the ground so that she can greet her other mother.

"How was your night with Auntie Viv and Auntie Beth?" Leah asks, her daughter now in her arms, much like she was with Y/n. Y/n watches as Peyton recounts her adventures with her aunts to her mother. A nudge from Viv pulls Y/n from her thoughts.

"Another one soon, right?" Y/n looks at her sister in confusion as Beth converses with Leah and Peyton. Viv rolls her eyes motioning to Peyton with her head.

"It's about time for another kid, right?" Viv jokes. Y/n chuckles, letting out a breath.

"I mean…" Y/n trails off, brining her hand up to run at the back of her neck. A telltale sign that she is hiding something. Viv lets out a gasp, before slapping her sister on the shoulder.

"You guys already started the process didn't you?!" Viv asks quietly as to not attract the attention of the others. Y/n glances at Leah knowing she wouldn't be happy with Y/n for telling anyone just yet, before nodding.

"Yes," Y/n breathes, "But!" She whisper shouts, stopping Viv from saying anything else just yet. "You cannot say anything." Y/n says placing her hands on her sisters shoulders. Viv goes to nod but Y/n continues. "Not even to Beth. You know I love her but she can't hold water in her mouth." Y/n jokes. Viv sighs but still nods. She loves her wife but knows from experience that she can't keep a secret to save her life.

"Fine, but I want to be the first to know when she's pregnant!" Viv says. Y/n sighs but nods agreeing with her sister.

Y/n and Leah had adopted Peyton when she was six months old. The process was fairly easy for the couple. They were both in their prime with playing and knew neither one could be pregnant at the time but they had talked after Peyton's 6th birthday and decided they wanted another kid. Leah had decided to take a bit of a break from playing so she was happy to offer to be the one to carry. Y/n had no objections already planning on everything she could do to help Leah as she carried their second child. All Y/n had said to her sister was that Leah was willing to carry but had never said when that would be.

"Mama!" Y/n turns towards her wife and daughter at the sound of her name.

"Yes, my loves." Y/n says moving to stand behind Leah, who is still holding Peyton in her arms, placing a hand on her wife's waist. Beth having moved to the kitchen. Viv likely following behind.

"You playing today?" Peyton asks pointing at the Arsenal badge on the hoodie Leah's wearing. Y/n nods running her hands through Peyton's golden locks. Despite not being biologically theirs Peyton holds a striking resemblance to Leah and Y/n from her blonde hair to her mannerisms.

"I am." Y/n nods, "You and Mommy are going to sit in the stands with Auntie Viv who also has a boo-boo like Mommy.." Y/n says. Peyton nods laying her head on Leah's shoulder. Leah smiles rubbing her hand up and down Peyton's back, pressing a soft kiss to her daughter's head.

"Still sleepy my love?" Leah asks walking towards Peyton's room. The child nods, wrapping her arms around her mother tighter.

"Too early." Peyton mumbles. Leah lets out a soft laugh at that, turning slightly to look at Y/n who rolls her eyes having heard what her daughter said.

"Yeah. Yeah. I know she gets it from me. Go let her take a nap before we have to start getting ready to head to the stadium." Y/n says waving Leah away. Leah chuckles continuing on her way to Peyton's room.

"9 am and it's too early for you. You definitely are your Mama's child." Leah whispers when she feels Peyton's breath even out, indicating the child fell asleep. Leah gently opens Peyton's room door and sets her daughter in her bed. Leah pulls the covers over Peyton and presses a soft kiss to her head before leaving the room just as silent as she entered. Leah makes her way into the kitchen seeing her wife laughing with her sister and sister-in-law.

"Babe! I made you your coffee!" Y/n says moving to hand Leah her normal coffee mug. Leah shakes her head taking a seat at the island next to Beth.

"Not today my love." Leah says pressing a kiss to Y/n's cheek. Y/n looks at Leah confused. "I'm just feeling a bit nauseous right now that's all." Leah explains. Y/n nods taking Leah's coffee for herself so it doesn't go to waste. "Anyway are you guys excited to play today? London derby!" Leah exclaims, upset that she's missing the match but excited for the end of it to be able to tell Y/n the news she has.

"A little. Nervous though. It'll be my first start against Chelsea. I've seen you guys all play during these matches but I'm nervous as I've seen how these matches have gone in the past. It could get brutal." Y/n says, moving from the counter to stand near Leah who reaches out and pulls Y/n into her sensing how stressed her wife is.

"You'll be great! You're one of the best keepers in the world. They won't stand a chance to score against you." Beth exclaims, resulting in laughs from the others.

"I guess, but I don't want to get my hopes up." Y/n says fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, her nerves fully showing. Leah and Viv share a look knowing that when Y/n gets like this there is little that can calm her down.

"Baby why don't we join Peyton and take a nap before we have to leave." Leah asks. Y/n nods moving to walk towards their bedroom, saying a soft 'bye' to Beth and Viv. Once Y/n is gone Viv looks to Leah.

"First sorry we interrupted your 'moment' earlier" Viv jokes, having seen the grumpy look on Leah's face when she had walked in, Leah jokingly rolls her eyes. "Second, please take care of her. I can tell something is bothering her about today. You and Pey are the only ones I know that can get her out of this funk." Viv explains, Leah lets out a breath nodding.

"I know," she sighs, "I haven't seen her like this since we found out we got the approval for Peyton. I'll keep you updated." Leah says standing to pull Viv into a hug. "We'll see you guys at the match. Drive safe home." Leah says releasing Viv to hug Beth. The other couple nod moving towards the door of the apartment.

"Please do. It's hard to see the normally calm Y/n so stressed over a match," Beth sighs. The other two nod, knowing there must be something more going on. Leah bids the couple goodbye and shuts the door behind them. She takes a deep breath leaning back on the closed door before pushing off and moving towards her bedroom. She peeks at Peyton and smiles seeing her daughter asleep in her bed, on her way before continuing her move to her and Y/n's room. She smiles softly seeing her wife already asleep in the bed. Leah sets an alarm on her phone before joining Y/n, curling herself in Y/n's arms. Y/n shifts wrapping her arms around Leah, her hands resting on Leah's stomach. Leah chuckles shaking her head.

"I haven't even told you yet and you know."

~~~~~~~~~

"Go Mama!" Peyton cheers from her place on Leah's lap. The mother-daughter duo are seated in the friends and family section dressed in their Y/l/n Arsenal gear. Since it was a colder day in London both have their Arsenal beanies on their heads.

The game has been going on for just over 60 minutes, and just as Beth said Y/n has managed to keep a clean sheet so far as Arsenal lead the match 2-0, with goals from Beth and Alessia.

It's the 65th minute when things begin to go downhill. Chelsea had managed to get a corner. The sounds from the crowd cheering and coaches yelling gets drowned out at the loud thunk Leah hears. She is immediately on her feet having a bad feeling but with the blur of red and blue on the field she can't tell what's going on. She sees all Arsenal players surround someone who is down on the pitch as someone, who she recognizes as Kim, waves frantically to the sidelines for the medics. Leah swears she feels her hear stop as through the frantic players she sees a glimpse of the yellow keeper kit, that she knows her wife is wearing, laying flat on the pitch unmoving.

"Viv I-" Leah turns to her sister-in-law, knowing something isn't right. Viv nods, moving to take Peyton from Leah, the child watching in confusion as to what is going on.

"Go, I'll keep Peyton with me. Keep me updated." Viv says Leah nods, carefully handing her daughter over, pressing a kiss to the child's head.

"Mommy? Mama sleeping?" The girl questions. Leah pulls back holding her daughter's face in her hands.

"Mama… Mama may have a boo-boo so Mommy has to go see if she's okay. You're going to stay with Auntie Viv for a little bit." Leah explains. The child nods not fully understanding the situation, but turns into her aunt trying to watch what is going on on the pitch but Viv turns her so she can't when she spots the red staining Y/n's kit as the medics reach her and load her on the stretcher. Viv and Leah share a concerned look before Leah turns and darts off to the spot she knows the medics will be leaving the stadium with Y/n.

Leah gets to the corridor that leads to the door where the ambulance usually sits for matches seeing the medical team and paramedics rushing around Y/n who is lying still on the stretcher. One of the paramedics is straddling Y/n and administering CPR as the others push the stretcher towards the ambulance.

"Leah!" One of the medics calls when they see her standing there. She rushes forward moving to the empty spot next to Y/n, following them as they move towards the door. Steps faltering when she sees the state Y/n is in. Y/n has a large gash on her head that is bleeding through the temporary bandages that were placed on the wound, blood is trickling down Y/n's face and onto her once bright yellow kit that is now stained in red.

"I'm sorry ma'am but-" Leah cuts off one of the paramedics.

"I'm her wife. I'm not leaving her." Leah states leaving no room for argument, her voice sounding much more brave than she truly feels. The paramedics knowing the situation don't argue and allow Leah to enter the ambulance with them once Y/n is loaded inside. Leah sits on the bench next to Y/n as one paramedic hops in the back with them, the other two shut the doors and rush around to get in the front beginning the trek to the hospital.

The paramedic in the back with Leah starts hooking Y/n up to the monitors there. The paramedic looks at the screen before her eyes widen.

"Hurry the hell up!" She yells smacking the wall between the back of the vehicle and the front. Leah feels the ride speed up. She looks to the paramedic in concern.

"What's happening? What's going on?" Leah says, tears falling down her face, not liking the feeling of this situation at all. The paramedic ignores her continuing to work on Y/n. Leah keeps trying to get some kind of information out of the woman but gets nothing. Leah eventually gives up tightening her hold on Y/n's hand. "Please be okay baby," Leah whispers. "You have to meet your second kid." Leah continues quietly. The paramedic gives Leah a sad look, one that Leah misses, knowing things aren't looking good for Y/n.

Shortly after the vehicles comes to a stop. The doors burst open and there is a group of nurses and a doctor that rush to help get Y/n out of the ambulance and into the hospital. Leah rushed behind but is stopped when Y/n s led past the doors to the ICU.

"I can't let you back there ma'am." A nurse says. Leah goes to argue but the doors bursting open behind her stop her. She turns and sees her mother, and father and rushing into the hospital. Her parents had stayed home to watch the match, but when they saw Y/n go down they immediately left for the hospital closest to the stadium knowing Leah would need them. Especially for Peyton.

"Leah!" Her mother calls. Leah lets her emotions take over as she collapses into her mothers arms. Amanda wraps her arms around her daughter in a tight hug, holding her as she cries. David leads his wife and daughter towards open chairs in the waiting room.

"Peyton is with Viv. I rushed to follow them with Y/n to the ambulance. I didn't want to leave Pey but I couldn't leave Y/n alone. I needed to see with my own eyes that she's okay. Mom-" Leahs words stop as she remembers how Y/n looked. Amanda whispers to her daughter that everything will be okay, not once letting go knowing her daughter needs this comfort.

Around an hour later a doctor walks out of the door Y/n disappeared behind. Blood on his scrubs a somber look on his face.

"Family of Y/n Y/l/n." He calls. Leah stands and moves towards the man.

"I'm her wife. Is she okay? Please tell me she's okay." Leah begs the man shakes his head.

"I'm so sorry." Leah's heart breaks even further at the words knowing what they mean.

"No!" She sobs falling to her knees in the hospital waiting room. Her mother falls next to her wrapping her daughter in a hug as her father walks away, clenching and unclenching his fists in anger at the situation the family is now facing.

Leah tunes out everything the doctor says, trying to grasp the fact that her wife is no longer with her. Her wife who won't get to tuck Peyton in to bed. Her wife who won't get to kiss her daughter again. Her wife who won't get to meet their second child. Leah sits there on the hospital waiting room floor sobbing harder as she comes to the realization that Y/n didn't get to hear that Leah is pregnant.

~~~~~~~~~

Five years later…

"Mommy! I can't find my gloves!" eleven year old Peyton calls from the living room where she is rifling through her kit bag.

"They're in my bag Pey! I threw them in there after you left them in the car the other day!" Leah calls back walking into the living room with her five year old son in her arms.

After Y/n had passed Leah went into a dark place. It took Viv, Beth and Alessia to get her back to a semi-normal Leah. She would never be the same as Y/n was such a huge part of her. Without Y/n she has had to learn a lot of things she never thought she would have to. She had to rely on people who weren't her wife to help her with her pregnancy cravings, and anything else that she needed.

Leah had planned on getting to experience that with Y/n and she broke down most nights as she realized this was one thing Y/n was looking forward to with the pregnancy. But as Leah grew closer to the end of the nine months she realized that she would still live on but never let Y/n be forgotten. Especially when Nick was born. He was the spitting image of Y/n from his y/h/c hair to her y/e/c eyes. He reminded Leah of Y/n in all the best ways and she knew that Y/n was there watching her family grow.

Leah never tried to find someone else. She knew Y/n was her soulmate and it wouldn't be fair for her to try and be with someone else when she knew Y/n was it for her. She was perfectly content with her two kids and her family who were there for her in whatever way she needed, knowing losing her wife at such a young age was not going to be easy. Especially with two young kids.

Peyton took after her mother's and started playing football. She had talked about being a defender like her mommy, but she had seen videos of Y/n in goal and decided she wanted to be more like her Mama and asked to be a keeper instead. That brought tears to Leah's eyes but she agreed. Peyton was like Y/n in that she was tall, even at her age and she may only be ten but she is incredibly talented for her age. She's a natural much like her Mama was.

Leah hopes Y/n is watching over them and she can hopes that Y/n is proud of her.

Little does she know that Y/n is always watching over her and that she will always be proud of Leah.

[pey-up]

tale of ceacura or however the heck u spell it (dear lord why did i name it the worst word to spell. Ever.) Will be updated soon! Promiseeeee!!!

[sunlightmurdock]

The Parent Trap | 0.4 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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♡ In which, after a couple of years of listening to Peyton and Parker Bradshaw complain about their parents’ custody agreement, Grandpa Mav’s meddling goes a little bit too far.

♡ warnings: mentions of divorce throughout the fic, flashbacks to arguments and unhappily married people. Idiots who still love each other and don’t know it, drinking / being drunk, flashbacks and references to sex, minors dni, wc: 4.8k

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“I’m not being mean, I just think he smells weird,” Parker decides with a shrug, moving the little silver dog six spaces and narrowly missing her sister’s monopoly of hotels on the right side of the board. She lifts her gaze and looks at you, just daring you to challenge her logic. “It’s not mean if I’m just saying what I think.”

Peyton’s lips twitch as she shakes the dice in her hand, but she doesn’t add any commentary this time. You narrow your eyes across at your outspoken daughter, finding so much of your ex-husband in the amusedly defiant way she stares back at you.

“What does he smell like, then, Parks?” You challenge.

“Wood.” She answers with a shrug as her sister rolls a solid twelve and picks up the thimble to skip along the board in front of her. Peyton pokes her tongue out in concentration, like it’ll do anything to prevent her solid twelve from landing her right on the Go To Jail space. She growls in frustration and falls back dramatically onto the carpeted floor. She has spent most of this round in jail. You’re beginning to feel sorry for her, but it’s hard when she has some of the best properties and a business strategy that should probably concern you as a parent.

“Well, he is a carpenter.” You remind her, picking the dice up and shaking them in your hand. With that, the man in question rounds the corner with two glasses and two juice boxes balancing in his hands and a smile plastered across his face. This is now the fourth time that Chris has met your children, the first being a month ago.

He seems to be growing on them if Parker is actively trying not to be mean this time. You still haven’t gotten your girls to ‘fess up as to which one of them buried his phone in the backyard like a wild dog. Like you wouldn’t notice when your hydrangeas started ringing.

“Here we go, an apple, an orange, and two coffees.” Chris hands out the drinks and struggles bending his remarkably inflexible legs into a crisis-crossed shape. They made him be the phone piece — you’re certain that it’s to taunt him about the burying incident — but he’s being a champ about it.

Peyton looks down at her drink and hums, “I don’t want apple anymore. I’ll take an orange juice, big guy.”

In the years since you last hung out with Maverick, it’s so easy to miss the little Mitchell-isms working their way into your kids’ vocabulary. Your head whips around, far more concerned with what she said rather than where she got it from. Chris turns his head towards her, opens his mouth and quickly shuts it again, readying himself to get back up. Your eyes widen as you turn to find your eight year old smiling back at you.

“Then go and get an orange juice, P. Don’t be rude.” You correct her with a stern frown. Suddenly, the apple juice isn’t as much of an issue. She stabs the straw through the hole with her eyes narrowed in Chris’ direction, but this is still a big improvement from last time.

This was never going to be easy, but in the weeks since you introduced your girls to your boyfriend, you have to admit that you thought it would be easier than this. You’ve never heard either one of the girls talk about their dad as much as they do when Chris is in the room.

“Dad knows that she prefers orange.”

“Well, she asked Chris for an apple juice and that’s what she got.” It’s hard not to grow tired when you know it must be wearing him down too. You take the dice and drop them suddenly into Chris’ toughened palm. He softens in comparison, simply smiling back at you.

“So, did you guys get up to anything fun when you were at your dad’s last weekend?” He tries. If they want to talk about their dad, he doesn’t mind — he gets it. It makes you feel even worse.

“Yeah.” Payton deadpans, staring across at him like dirt on her shoe. “What did you two do while we were gone?”

Your head turns towards her again. Chris answers coolly.

“Your Mom sold that new dress she was working on. Cool, right? — We went out to dinner to celebrate that. Other than that, it’s pretty quiet around here without you guys.”

He’s looking at the board, busy moving his piece. He doesn’t know your children the way that you do. He misses entirely the split-second in which they glance across at each other. They find you narrowing your eyes at them.

At once, they’re saved by your ringtone. Another glance is shared between the two of them as you push up from the floor and head for the hallway to answer your call. In your absence, Chris’ piece lands on Peyton’s Park Row property, with the hotel sitting on top.

His brown eyes flicker up to find the eight-year old staring at him expectantly.

“You know the rules. Cough up.” She demands, in a tone she knows she isn’t allowed to be talking in. By the look on their little faces, Chris almost instinctively reaches for his real wallet rather than the colourful little notes sitting beside him.

When you walk back into the room, the first thing that you notice is the silence. Looking between the twins and your boyfriend, your frown deepens. “What’s going on?”

“Chris lost. He’s out of money.” Peyton explains calmly, flicking through her stack of ones like she’s Vito Corleone all of a sudden. Chris turns to look at you and simply wiggles his eyebrows, giving a shrug of defeat as he moves to stand.

As much as you find reflections of your ex-husband in them every day, it tugs at your heartstrings to see pieces of yourself in them too.

“You okay?” He asks, cupping the back of your neck, craning his neck to look at your face. Your palm catches his arm, sitting against his bicep as he pulls you closer.

Parker kicks her sister and they both turn their heads to watch.

You lower your voice to a whisper, fighting to keep the disappointment off of your face. “Yeah… The sitter just canceled.”

“Oh.” He sighs. You’ve been talking about this night for weeks, it’s not often that you get to go out with your friends now that you’ve all got grown-up commitments. “D’you think Bradley could watch them?”

“He’s out of town for a work thing.” You explain dejectedly, leaning in to Chris’ touch as he swipes your hair delicately back from your face.

Watching him hold you close, Parker starts to consider burying his phone once again. Or dropping it in the toilet. Or maybe pouring honey into his work boots that she saw by the front door.

Or maybe, if she was staying true to the source material, she could get him on a camping trip and push his mattress out into the middle of the lake. But he’s bigger than Meredith Blake was, and she’s smaller than Hallie Parker was.

The honey will do.

“I’ll watch ‘em.”

Bradley was out of town on a work thing. He was gone from Tuesday ‘til Friday, he told you that. He got in a little after nine and thought about having a beer, but didn’t. Instead, he just sat on his couch and tried to find a show that would keep him up long enough that he wouldn’t wake up at five in the morning.

He woke up at 1am, his neck stiff and the show two episodes ahead of where he thought it should be. Groaning, he had pushed himself off of the couch and decided to head to bed when he had gotten the text.

The conversation he had with Parker last weekend crossed his mind instantly. They had spent hours talking about fate; what is was, if they believed in it. If Bradley hadn’t startled himself awake by snoring, he would have missed the text completely.

He slipped his phone out of the pocket of his jeans with one hand, rubbing at his tired shoulder muscle with the other, squinting down at the bright screen.

Please pick me up from the Hard Deck when you see this.

He hasn’t ever made you ask twice.

Chris offering to watch the girls had come completely out of left field. It had almost caused a full-blown argument, but that man just seems impossible to get angry with. Stroking your hair and calming each one of your nerves step by step, he swore to you that he just wanted you to have a good time, that he could handle two little girls.

Bribing them was clearly the only way this was going to work, and it seemed like Chris had that in the bag. Emergency numbers set up and ready, allergy information written on the fridge and a borderline military debrief with your twins had left you practically trembling with anxiety, but had gotten you out of the house nonetheless.

You hadn’t planned on getting this drunk. The plan was to go, have a couple of drinks with your friends, and Uber home after a couple of hours. It never works out that way.

In fact, you can barely keep your head up straight when you hear one of your friends call out over the music. “Is that Rooster?”

Blinking doesn’t help you see straight. The loud music, and the bodies in the way, and the irregular lighting doesn’t help either. You squint and finally find him. Wearing jeans and a tight fitting black t-shirt, heading straight for you.

When you squint harder, you expect to realize that it’s not him.

“Rooster!” The second that he reaches you, your arms are around his neck and your chest is pressing into his. You haven’t hugged your ex-husband like this in a long time. “What are you doing here?”

He wrinkles his nose, untangling your arms from around him so that he can get a good look at your face. It’s been a long time since he saw you this dressed up. Hair, make-up, heels. The dress looks familiar but he can’t quite place it.

“You texted me.” He watches your eyelids falling shut, blinking heavily and irregularly as he explains to you. He steadies you by your arms. “You wanna go home?”

There’s a disgruntled groaning sound before you try to look around at your friends. At this point, Rooster makes an effort to be polite and greet them all. After all, they were his friends too, once. They’re all as shitfaced as you.

“Come on, mama. I’ll take you home,” He decides for you, hugging you against him like your own feet aren’t secure enough for his tastes anymore. You fall all too willingly against his chest, your cheek pressing into the fabric of his shirt while he tries to keep the attention of your friends. “Does anyone else need a ride?”

Maybe they do, maybe they don’t — maybe their own husbands will get up and come get them. Rooster won’t leave them without knowing they’ve got a way home, so you know that once you feel the outside chill on your skin he must have made arrangements for them.

He sighs quietly and jerks you as he tries to get a better grasp. Outside, you can finally hear him properly.

“Honey, you need to walk. Use your feet.” He tells you, despite all evidence pointing to the contrary. Your head is lulled against the swell of his shoulder, you haven’t moved your feet since he grabbed you, and yet you’re moving towards the car perfectly fine.

Everything is happening in chapters. You’re skipping ahead and losing parts, not paying attention to much. Things aren’t spinning yet, but they sure are blurry. You manage to talk back anyway.

“I don’t.” You answer, head turned towards the sky. It occurs to you, briefly, that you’re going to be horrifically embarrassed about this tomorrow. Your feet try, then trip, and his hold on you tightens.

“What did you drink? — You alright?” His arm around your waist pulls you closer, your head lulling off of his shoulder and awkwardly onto his moving chest. You hum contentedly.

“I had a good time.” You whisper.

He sighs something about you throwing up in his car and you’re faintly aware of the sound of a car door unlocking.

“C’mere, honey. Just sit right there. I’ve got some water. You wanna sit and get some fresh air with me?” Maybe there are pauses in between — maybe he says it all slower than that, but you can’t really focus. Or open your eyes.

You know that he has guided you to sit against the tailgate of the Bronco because of the way your feet dangle. As a mother, you hate this car. As a girl who fell in love with Bradley Bradshaw — fuck, you love this car.

“Wanna drink somethin’ for me?” Rooster offers the bottle to your mouth and winces as you draw your head sharply away from it. He grabs your shoulders and stops you from teetering over.

You’re not sure how, but you settle into his side and find that his arm remains there. Draped around your shoulders as you rest your head against him.

It takes a while, but Rooster gets you to drink. It’s anyone’s guess as to how long you sit on that tailgate sipping from that water bottle, but his arm around your shoulder feels nice anyway — even if he’s just rubbing your back because he thinks you’re going to puke.

When things start to come around a little more, you’re laying across the two backseats and hugging the water bottle like a teddy bear. Your head is spinning.

“You alright back there?” Rooster calls to you, making you frown slightly and lift your head. Passing by traffic lights and street signs, the world turned on its axis as you try to push yourself up and ultimately give in to staying laid down.

He’s really here. Some way or another, you really forced this man to carry you out of the bar and spend his Friday night babying you. You want to know if you called, or texted, or if he was just in the bar and saw you — you thought he was away for work — but that’s all too embarrassing still.

Your mind is too cloudy for that level of conversation, your words still don’t sound quite right.

“You even didn’t question it.” Your body sways as he pulls to a stop at a red light, your focal point on the soft top of the Bronco swaying with you and kickstarting that dizziness all over again. With a swallow, you close your eyes. The swaying continues like the leather seats below you are actually built into a speedboat as opposed to a seventies classic car.

“Did you put that seatbelt on yet?” His dad-voice comes from the front. Eyes still shut, this makes you smile. You don’t even remember him telling you to. He peers at you through the rear view mirror. “Question what?”

All you offer him is a small shrug, not interested in a seatbelt in the slightest in your current state. This next sentence requires a deep inhale first, but is interrupted by a hiccup. “I text you out of the blue and you just… show up. Didn’t even check to see if it was for you.”

Bradley bites at the inside of his cheek, brows drawing together as the light turns green and another check towards the mirror confirms that you still aren’t wearing a seatbelt. He huffs and the car pulls sharply to the side, making you groan in complaint.

The radio plays on as Bradley stops at the side of the road and unclips his own seatbelt, then gets out of the car. Your poor brain hasn’t even had time to catch up before he’s pulling the door open and half-climbing in. You blink as he appears over you.

With the door still open, he’s just illuminated by the street light. His eyes have always looked so soft in the dark. The slight pout of his lips, the sharpness of his jaw, the bump in his nose. He’d started out with the most innocent of intentions, but as he leans over you across the backseat, it becomes clear that you’re both struck by the same abrupt chord of familiarity.

This is far from the first time that the two of you have been in this position. In fact, this is exactly how things started out the first night you hooked up.

He swallows above you. There’s a wonderstruck look on your face that makes his ears burn red. Your eyes search over his face and with each inch they cover, he watches them flood with remembrance. Warm pink spreads across his cheek, extending down his chest. It makes your lips twitch to think you can still get him to blush.

“Come on, sit up.” Bradley whispers, gently taking each of your hands in his and pulling you upright. “Let’s put your seatbelt on.”

Silently, you don’t fight him on the matter and Bradley knows that’s a win in itself. It’s not the first time he’s had to wrangle you into this car after a few drinks either. Your eyes are just on him, and he swears that’s where the heat on his face is coming from. His fingers fumble to get the buckle into the clasp.

The second that he hears that click, he’s withdrawing from the backseat and climbing back into the driver’s side. You stare at the rear view mirror as he pulls away from the curb. In truth, you had forgotten how gentle he could be with you.

“Thank you.”

He glances up at the mirror, then back at the road.

“Thanks for picking me up. Sorry that I’m…” The pause facilitates a deep inhale that stops you from hiccuping mid-sentence. He watches you sheepishly ready yourself to continue. “Such a mess.”

This, makes him smile. It spreads across his face just as easily as the pink hue had, taking over his features.

“Honey, we both know I’ve seen worse.” Oh god, he remembers. He said it so casually too, like he’s reminiscing on a fond memory. The memory isn’t quite as fond for you, but then again, you don’t remember too much of it. He used to always tease you about it.

The night you met him was your twenty-first birthday, and you were flirting all night, but then you had gotten way too drunk and he had to carry you home — with you fighting him the whole way. He called you alley-cat for two months afterwards. Your feral behaviour had clearly caught his eye, though, because he started hanging around the Hard Deck a lot more afterwards.

Things hadn’t ever seemed that serious in the Hard Deck. Everything was easier back then. The career you have now is exactly what you wanted, but you can’t pretend that some days you wouldn’t rather have a handsome aviator leaning over a bar and telling you jokes to make your shift pass faster.

He takes one more look up at the mirror and smiles again, this time because he finds you already not trying to smile back at him.

“God, I had such a crush on you that summer.” The second that you’ve said it, you have to stop yourself from slapping a hand over your mouth. Closing your eyes will do. You can feel him staring either way.

It shouldn’t be weird to acknowledge. You were married for over five years. In love for a good while before that. Of course you had a crush on him originally. But it’s at the forefront of both of your minds that it still feels like yesterday that you were sprawled along this backseat, stomach bursting with butterflies as he unbuttoned your shorts for the first time.

The salt on his skin, the smell of his cologne mixed with sunscreen and sweat. The way his curls dry after he’s been in the ocean. The way the sunset hits the browns of his eyes. The freckles on his shoulders, dipping into the valleys between his muscles.

The brush of the same moustache you had been making fun of for months against the most sensitive parts of your skin and with it — the realisation that you actually loved that moustache.

Shivering through the late summer evening heat, whispering his name to the stars as his smart mouth worked between your legs. He drove around with the top down a lot back then.

He remembers everything about getting to know you. Getting taunted relentlessly by Hangman because of the way he blushed when you used to tell him his drink was on the house. Almost falling off of his stool craning his neck to get a better look at you behind the bar. Making sure you were invited to every beach outing. The first time he kissed you, and the way you were looking up at him before.

“Sorry, that was—“

“It’s alright.” He interrupts. When he closes his eyes at the next stop sign, all he can think of is the sight of your wet footsteps leading up the steps on his back porch. You had come from the beach. He had known he was going to find you in his shower inside. It was the first time he had ever come home to you. You were barely dating back then.

He looks at the mirror, wondering if you remember that time in the shower.

You’re not thinking about the shower. Fingers spread out, trailing the seams in the leather, you’re thinking about the last time you had sex in this car. So different from the first time. Bradley had known your body so much better, the two of you were so much more comfortable together.

The girls were with your parents for an entire weekend while the two of you were out of town for the wedding. Before the reception, Bradley had tugged you outside and bunched your pretty dress up around your middle. Closing your eyes and letting your fingers inch across the seats, you can still remember his breath fanning across his chest, the low grunts as he drove himself into you. His arms wrapped around your body, your forehead resting against his bicep and your legs around his waist.

“Rooster.” You rarely call him that anymore. It’s the first name you knew him by, since all of his work buddies called him that. Bradley was something that came letter, something that felt more for just the two of you. The last thing you would say most nights. Goodnight, Bradley. It’s been a long time since you said that, but you know it would feel just the same coming off of your tongue.

He hums from the front seat, but doesn’t look.

“Could I sit up front with you?”

“Yeah, sure— let me—“ Too late. He hears your seatbelt unbuckle and knows what’s coming next. Sure enough, as he’s going at a steady forty along Palm Avenue, you swing one foot unsteadily over the console and wobble in the direction of the passenger side. “Baby—“

It’s out of instinct, purely because you’re stressing him out. You plop down into the passenger seat and turn your head to look at him. Wordlessly, both of you decide to pretend you didn’t hear that.

For his peace of mind, you tug the seatbelt across your body and clip it in.

“We’re in so much trouble if the girls take after you.” He teases, the smile in his voice cutting through the tension. You giggle beside him.

“Me? — Do you not remember what happens when you get too familiar with a bottle of tequila?” You answer back, eyes closed and a silly smile on your face. You remember. You remember having to carry him, practically dead weight, into your bed from the living room and spend the night rubbing his back while he threw up the next morning.

“Yeah, we’re in big trouble.” Rooster scoffs, pushing his fingers through his hair. You stare across at the tattoo on the inside of his bicep as he rests his elbow against the door.

You’re still drunk enough to blame the alcohol when you reach across and take his free hand as he steadies the wheel with the other. His gaze flickers down as you loop your fingers through his. “We weren’t that bad.”

This time he laughs.

“We weren’t? — So you don’t remember—“ He’s still grinning when he stops himself, already turning into your street. You two don’t talk about that stuff anymore. You’ve moved on. Those funny little stories are private now, entirely his. Your boyfriend sure as hell wouldn’t want to hear them.

He looks over at you as he slows down to pull up to the curb.

You’re already looking across, staring at him with a look he hasn’t seen in a long time. The smile that you flash him makes him think of that first year. Then, you close your eyes and exhale, “I remember everything.”

Even with the radio playing, there’s a silence that sits between the two of you as the car pulls to a stop. It’s at that point that everything in your orbit starts to spin, forcing you forwards and making you whimper. Bradley’s already out of the car and jogging around to your side as you catch your head in your hands and try to breathe.

“C’mere, honey. I’ve got you.” He reaches around you to unbuckle you from the car, pulling you out by your underarms and holding you against him as he shuts the door. It’s still not the most graceful procedure, but he’s gotten better at it. You’re not exactly making it easy for him as you wobble back and hit your head on the window.

“Oh shit, are you okay?” He breathes out.

“I wanna go to bed.” You complain, wobbling forwards and this time crashing into his chest. He secures one hand on the back of your head to keep you there, pretending like he isn’t checking whether or not you have a bump. Even now, he can’t seem to turn the dad-reflexes off. You sigh into his shoulder. “Take me to bed.”

His free hand finds your waist and he glances down, finally clocking where he remembers this dress from. You wore it the second night of your honeymoon. He remembers this dress very well — he used to carry a picture of you wearing it in his wallet. He’s ninety-percent sure that the twins were conceived because of this dress.

“Yeah, you’re going to bed, baby. Nearly there.” In truth, by the time he has carried you to the door, Rooster has almost forgotten that you have a boyfriend. He’s expecting the same sweet old lady that you’ve been hiring for years to answer the door. That’s why he makes no effort to peel you off of him.

Rooster stares at Chris, while Chris looks between the two of you. You’re barely awake and clinging to your ex-husband’s shirt, he’s holding you at the waist, keeping you standing. Chris looks barely awake, still fully dressed. Clearly a man who has been waiting to hear from you for hours.

“Is she alright? — What happened?” His reaction is positive. Rooster appreciates that much about him. Still, he can’t stop thinking about what Maverick said. If Chris becomes permanent, Bradley’s entire family becomes his.

“She just had too much to drink, she called me for a ride home. I gave her some water and stuff, but—“ Rooster starts to explain, propping you up and holding you halfway. It’s unclear if he’s supposed to just pass you over. He doesn’t know if this guy even knows where you keep the products you remove your make-up with.

“She called you?” Chris challenges. There it is. There’s the anger that Rooster was waiting for.

“I wouldn’t take it personally. She’s shitfaced. She just needs to get some sleep and—“

“Yeah,” Chris steps one foot outside and reaches for your waist. You fall compliantly towards him, the toe of your shoe dragging along the ground as he tucks your arm over his shoulder and props you up. “I’ve got her. Get home safe.”

Rooster’s face doesn’t give away anything. He’s not immature anymore. He wants you to find someone who can give you, and by default his kids, everything that you could ever need. That’s why he keeps his mouth shut. He can think whatever he wants.

“Sure, yeah. Can I just ask… uh… where’s the sitter?” He was so close to walking away and just getting back in his car, but it’s after two now. If that old lady is still here, she would have made it known. As sweet as she was, she loves to complain.

“I watched the kids.”

Bradley raises his eyebrows at your stone-faced boyfriend. Once again, his face gives away nothing. “You did?”

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wishlist — 5. Luca (the bear) [Winter prompts]

A/N: My work for this past season kinda flopped but i haven’t written a winter themed one for Luca so here goes nothing!

WARNINGS: loosely connected to my fic here (since I didn’t want to write in 2nd POV) but not heavily done so can still work as a standalone piece. + some intimate scenes.

PROMPT IS FROM HERE & I’m using: ACTIVITIES — Shoveling snow + DIALOGUE PROMPTS — "Turn on the heat." // "Oh, I will." // "No, I literally mean the heat! It's like ten degrees in here!" + "Who needs a sleigh when I can just ride you?"

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Luca was used to rainfall and maybe twenty-four hours of snow, whereas Peyton was used to these kind of brutal winters. Being back in Chicago for months at a time has a much different impact on Peyton than it did Luca. Yet the two felt like they didn’t need to be apart any longer so they came to some sort of agreement.

Luca was in Chicago to see what it had to offer and decided maybe half of the year could be divided between there, Copenhagen, and London mostly would be for holidays. Copenhagen has always been Luca’s comfort zone, his true home, yet he had that itch to explore and he’s already had connects in Chicago…along with the funeral for Ever; it just made sense to circle back…for him.

He wouldn’t push Peyton if the city got too much for her, which means there were times when they were apart. Due to their work it consisted of travel, more so on Peyton’s part but she’s always loved to see different sides of the world. She was not the kind of woman that preferred one place over the other because then that would result in a feeling of being trapped. That’s unfortunately what Chicago gave her. Luca hated being away from his fiancée but he understood why so when Peyton was here, he always made the most of it. Which oddly entailed, him telling her that he would handle the snow outside by himself while she finished up editing photos that she shot and could attach to a well known blog in Chicago, Palette Feast, that she wrote a piece for.

They always knew how to keep busy and it’s almost as if they didn’t spend a good portion of their day at the soup kitchen together, yet here they were in their own spaces…still working.

She raises her arms above her head, sitting at the leather stool at the counter, stretching in her open cardigan after sending over her work to the websites publisher. Slamming her laptop shut, she scoots from the counter, taking her laptop with her as she moves around towards the living room and placed it onto the computer desk before peeking out the double doors across from the couch.

Knowing that view wouldn’t grant her with the sight of Luca, she braces herself before unlocking one of the doors to step out onto the balcony. She steadies herself against the light slush, hugging her cardigan against her as the winter air whipped against her skin. The woman doesn’t bother placing her hands on the snow covered railing—especially without gloves—and glanced over in search of Luca.

It never takes her long to find him.

He’s leaning against the handle of the big shovel, a hand pressed against his hip, almost as if he’s surveying his work. It makes the woman laugh a little before she calls out, “Hey Romeo, hurry up will you? I’ve got a surprise for you.”

His beanie covered head lifts up at the voice and he puffs out a breath that swirls into the air, “A reward, yeah? I’ll take it.” He grins.

Peyton winks at him before going back into the home. She knows she would have been scolded if she was caught outside in just this attire by a certain parent but pushes that bad thought away. Once locking up, she tip toes through the condo, heading to the primary bedroom at the back of the home, stripping out of her faux leather pants and bodysuit, trading it for a ice blue lingerie attire that looked so vibrant against her skin.

She places the cardigan back over for extra warmth as she hears the front door creep open. Peyton takes her time walking back to the front of the home, meeting Luca while he tosses his puffer coat onto the coat rack.

He doesn’t even get the chance to blow into his hands as he slowly turns to be engulfed by voluminous brown hair and arms locking around his neck. He hides a groan as he leans down a little, hands going to the back of her cardigan. “Oh, hello. Is this my surprise?”

“Part of it.” She turns her head slightly, pressing her full lips to his cheek, then traveling her kisses to his ear.

Peyton can feel Luca shudder and it’s not only from his body starting to heat up as he asks, “…What did you have in mind then?”

She steps back to do a little twirl and poses in the lingerie piece she quickly threw on. Luca’s eyes take no shame in drinking his fiancée in, his hues appearing darker as they meet her own eyes, “All this for shoveling snow?”

Peyton interlocks her hands together, sides of her arms pushing her cleavage together unintentionally, “Maybe…or maybe we need to get everything out of our systems before your mom stays with us for Christmas this year.”

It was only three days away and she was flying in tomorrow morning.

Luca hums as he takes a step towards Peyton, who playfully steps back, “Is that so?”

“Or…we get can get those THC cookies going if you prefer a snack first?”

“With you dressed like this,” Luca points with a natural curve of his arched brows, “Not a chance.”

Peyton lets out a squeal as Luca spins her back and away from the U-shaped kitchen tucked in the corner, his forehead pressing down against her’s as they breathed each other in. His cold hands make Peyton let out a sharpened breath but she still leans into his frame, as he hands run down the skin of her sides.

“Sorry love,” he apologizes, “I think you’ll have to turn on the heat.”

Her tongue reaches out to run against his bottom lip, his new facial hair that Luca decided to sport this season met great approval from Peyton, even tickled against her tongue, making Luca tighten his hold on her.

His eyes closed shut, trying to control himself at her teasing, her nails gently scratching at his upper back, “Oh I will.”

“No, I literally mean the heat! It's like ten degrees in here!" Luca hated to break up the moment a little but he had to say something as he shivered.

Peyton met his eyes, knowing that he wasn’t joking. She steps back but not without gently pulling him back to their bedroom, “Not the Brit being unable to handle Chicago’s weather.”

“Oh shut it,” Luca comments, yanking her back to his front to press his cheek against her’s, “It’s massively different and you know it.”

“Course…it’s not like I was raised here or anything.” Peyton wisecracked as they continued into their bedroom.

Luca let’s go of Peyton as she makes her way over to the fireplace. She squats down, making Luca thankful that he did snag this place, a fireplace in the bedroom for the harsh winter nights was a blessing in disguise. Peyton moves to grab Luca’s hands and place them right on her slightly bare backside, “That should help some, no?”

A smirk splits over his lips while he tightens his grip, “A bit, yeah.”

Peyton gets closer, their lips only just a space from touching, her hand travels down his torso towards his waistband, “Would you like some more assistance then, Chef?”

Once she had him in her hold, he nearly sunk into her, “Absolutely,” he manages to get out before taking the initiative to place his lips down on her’s.

They’re both squeezing each other, invoking moans that filled the quiet home. Just by kissing and touching was enough to get the other riled up. Peyton made it known that she was in charge this approaching evening as she’s on top. Luca’s back and chest were two of her favorite physical attributes but deciding to be generous, she allowed him to keep his crew neck on but she couldn’t speak for his lower half.

“Who needs a sleigh when I can just ride you?” Peyton whispered as she swirled her hips in the perfect figure eight, making Luca hiss.

Starting off slow was sort of their thing but at unexpected moments Peyton would speed it up, always catching Luca off guard. He made the mistake of bringing up some activities he and his fiancée both could get up to once free time was granted, being a blabbing mess and overstimulated as soon as she let go to sink down repeatedly.

It hurt so good.

Only because Luca was hiding something.

When she really started to ride, his fingertips dug into her flesh, trying to hold onto her hips, to slow down the process but as soon as she slapped his hands away, leaving Luca redder in the face, she raised his arms above his head, leaning forward, ready to press a nasty kiss to his mouth, but the whimper escaping his mouth, and the way he didn’t attempt to Buck up into her made a red flag go off.

She sits back, a frown appearing in between her brows.

“W-why did you stop?” Luca rasps.

Peyton breathes, “…something’s wrong.”

Luca immediately shakes his head, “No? No. Keep going.”

It’s Peyton’s turn to quirk up a brow, “Get up here and kiss me then.”

“Babe.”

“I’m not moving until you do.”

Peyton watched as Luca rests both of his hands against his face, sighing. Carefully he fists the comforter of the bed, immediately wincing as he tried to push himself up. One thing about Luca is, he took care of his body and sit ups never resulted in this much pain.

“You son of a bitch, you’re hurt!” Peyton’s mouth is agape, “Why didn’t you say anything? Did I—

Luca shakes his head, “It wasn’t you. Fucking hell it truly wasn’t…it was the snow! And how could I resist when you look like this?”

He runs his hands up Peyton’s thighs but she smacks them away, making him suck air between his teeth. “This is not okay and now I’m pissed.”

“Babe, it’s quite alright.”

Peyton mocks him, “But it’s not quite alright. You probably pulled a muscle and I’m making it worse. Which is exactly why I told you to leave it to the HOA.”

“They’re taking too long.” Luca huffed, “People are on a schedule here.”

Peyton rolled her eyes.

Of course Luca Hodgson always being the one to take matters into his owns hands, would want to shovel the snow and probably did the elderly neighbor’s portion as well.

Now look at him!

He was all busted up yet still looked so handsome even when he was trying to play his pain off! His hair was already fattened by his beanie, hair was coated with sweat now as it lay against his forehead, flushed skin, and watery deep blue eyes.

“These sidewalks are not a one person job. You should have waited and let me help you.”

“You can still help me,” Luca tries to persuade, “…in other ways.”

Peyton scoffs, “Oh you want me to stop riding you to either blow or give you a handy instead, as if you lying to me is okay? That I’ll let it slide? You’re unbelievable.”

“I didn’t lie…I just didn’t bring it up?” He weakly attempts to send the woman a smile but she glared at him.

“We’re not twenty-one anymore, don’t know if you noticed.”

“What are you on about?” Luca scoffs, “There’s no way you’re calling me a old geezer?”

Peyton raised her hands, “I’m not calling you a thing, baby.”

Luca tenses as Peyton eased herself off her fiancé, their body’s both tensing and still clenching at the loss of contact. He’s making grabby hands at her as she sticks her nose up in the air.

“Looks like you’ll be needing those cookies much sooner than I thought.” Peyton sasses as she starts to make her way over to the attached bathroom.

Luca grumbled, “I was perfectly fine with the ones right on top of me.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” Luca calls back, struggling to roll onto his side as he watches Peyton’s hair disappear behind the wall.

Peyton returns with some cream, stare was heated enough as she peered down at him, knees brushing against the side of the bed, “Looks like this is starting to become part of our routine huh?”

“Of you telling me, ‘I told you so,’?” Luca guessed as Peyton carefully gets onto the bed and steps over him.

She yanks up his sweater, seeing the beads of sweat on his spine as well. It was safe to say that he was warmed up now, “No. Taking care of each other.”

“Oh, right. Of course.” Luca sighed, leaning on his elbow.

Peyton makes a guess of her own, “Lower back.”

“Mhm.”

Her fingers go into the jar, the menthol and ginger scent was strong but it would do the trick. It was actually an old remedy from Peyton’s paternal grandmother who still made these jars full of peppermint, spearmint, and ginger. The woman has bad arthritis and decided making her own medicine was better than being forced to take pills. She was never a fan of doctors and when she found out about Peyton’s stormy battle with mental health, the spunky woman was ready to raise hell.

She was never a fan of Peyton’s mother.

“Here I was being a ho ho ho and my man needed medical attention.” Peyton says making Luca snort.

Once enough coated his back, Luca took his time turning to face Peyton who sat on her knees, his hand gently rubbing at the top of her knee, “It’s not your fault babe…and you didn’t see me exactly backing down. I completely consented to you having power over me.”

“You dog!”

“Correction: your favorite.”

Peyton adds, “You’d definitely be a wolfhound.”

Luca frowns, “Not a reindeer?”

“I don’t believe that’s in the same category—

Luca already has his hand on the back of Peyton’s neck, pulling her face to his lips, “Uh huh.”

He’s kissing her in a way that makes her toes curl underneath her ass. She manages to pull away and says in a warning tone, “Luca Hodgson…”

“Think you can spell it on my tongue?”

Peyton gasps, “I think we found the new ho.”

“Only Mrs. Claus’.”

“You’re on a roll!”

“…well we didn’t get to finish.”

“With good reason.”

Luca sighs with a caress of his facial hair, “You on my face has nothing to do with my back.”

Peyton thinks about it but again it’s taking much too long for Luca’s liking. He turns onto his back carefully, his hand moving to hold onto Peyton’s wrist, slightly tugging her. They haven’t tried this with his new facial hair and it’s not a position they did often but this season was supposed to be full of love anyway.

And as Peyton got comfy in her new seat, she had no problem professing her love as she rode out her high all while guiding Luca’s rolling pin in all directions equivalent to a compass.

She’s laying beside him, they’re both fighting to catch their breaths. Luca’s got a shit eating grin on his face as he lolls his head to meet Peyton’s who’s staring up at the ceiling in bliss.

“Is it fair for me to say I told you so.” Luca quizzes, shuffling to place a kiss on her bare shoulder, thanks to the cardigan slipping from its space.

Peyton scoffs, “Whatever, I make you see stars and now you suddenly think you’re Superman.”

Luca rests his head against his wife to be’s shoulder, “actually it’s because I’ve got the number one thing on my wishlist.”

“Hold on, Christmas isn’t here yet, bud.”

“Might as well be.” Luca whispers, “I’m just glad that I’ve still got you.”

“Awww you sap!” Peyton cooes, moving her own head to press a kiss against his brow. Luca lifts his chin so their lips could reconnect, his tastes even better for obvious reasons.

“I mean it.” Luca’s stare turns intense and he doesn’t have to say more, although Peyton knows he could, but the man lets his eyes do the talking this time.

Peyton nods after a while of staring longingly into each other’s eyes. She intertwines her hand with his right, as he brings their hands to press a kiss to. “I love you, Luca Hodgson.”

“And I love you immensely, Peyton Hodgson.”

The way in Luca’s mind Peyton was already his wife, which is why he referred to her as such, always made her heart swell with a warmth of its own. She pressed her temple against Luca’s ready to catch an evening nap as the fireplace crackles on, providing further warmth and safety in the home.

As they lay side by side, the couple continued receiving checks off their wishlists, as long as they continued to be in each other’s space.

ᨒ ོ ☼ ᨒ ོ ☼ ᨒ ོ ☼ ᨒ ོ ☼ ᨒ ོ ☼ ᨒ ོ ☼ ᨒ ོ ☼ ᨒ ོ

Continue with my winter anthology prompts here.

[mudblccd]

@bellblack sent a letter : 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 .

𝐓𝐈𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 ⎯⎯⎯⎯ leaving messy ink stains on books held loosely in one fold of arm as eyes struggled to remain locked on the professor in front of them , it's a losing battle , especially as hairs stand up on the back of neck , a chill shooting down spine being in such close proximity of the woman . SHE WAS TERRIFYING , EVEN THAT DIDN'T COVER IT . petyon put effort into keeping as much space between her and the other as much as possible , yet despite how large hogwarts was ; it has never felt more claustrophobic . not everyone was like bellatrix , mean , hostile ; CRAZY . but there were enough MUDBLOOD HATING individuals that forced her to grow up a little too fast , develop a sixth sense that she otherwise didn't have ; developing a sturdy spine didn't happen over night , it required a lot of breaks , fractures ; a delicate , yet brutal procedure to shove metal between to gaps that left it aching , a weight left in wake that made it unbearable to walk . back of teeth grinding down as eyes flickered up to the circling woman , LAMB BEING FACED WITH THE GNASHING JAWS OF A DROOLING WOLF . peyton had long since learned not to trust a word of what most people say ; but with a self aware naivety , there's a slither of hope that their word would be kept .

back of hand that held quill swipes against eyes in a lazy rub , a sudden wave of exhaustion passing through ❛ couldn't you just , you know . . . ❜ fumbling with the words for a moment , trying to knit them together into something cohesive with the intense heat that radiated from bellatrix , the mudblood could feel the hole she was trying to burn into soul ❛ LEAVE IT ? doesn't it get boring , wanting to hex and kill and curse everyone you look at ? s'not like he said something offensive . . . or wrong . ❜

[contradictivs]

have you seen him?

now you have !! <3

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Lessons From a Social Media Break

I know I told y’all I would be making this post about a million years ago, but life got in the way (as it so often does). I wanted to explain why I’ve been mostly absent for the last seven months.

[And before you even ask, NO, I am not pregnant. I actually had an endometrial ablation in March 2024 that eradicated my periods and was the best decision I ever made in my life (apart from meeting my Wifey).]

Putting this under a cut because it got a bit long.

Now, I don’t know how the rest of you may handle your Neurodivergence / AuDHD / Bipolar / Depression / Anxiety, but when I’m overwhelmed with all of these things at the same time, I tend to shut down. So, around October 2024, I hit a wall, and I shut down slightly. And then in November, the voters of America let me down and chose to elect a brainless, fascist, racist, transphobic felon and sexual predator as their leader.

I really started to give up hope around this time and stopped being social almost completely. That included online and real-life scenarios. At this time, I deleted my Facebook, my Twitter, and my Instagram. I spent most of my time playing video games (Skyrim, The Witcher, Minecraft, The Sims 4) and being in a world of my own creation.

Spending most of my time playing and learning how to create CC for The Sims 4 [where I am currently working on making Sims based on a fic by @blackwood4stucky because as soon as I heard/read the synopsis, I knew I must have the characters to play with 🔥], and working on my mental health.

Also, I owe a debt of gratitude to @peyton-warren for being one of the best friends I have ever had. I love you, babygirl! Thank you for letting me vent, whine, fall apart, and bounce ideas off of you. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

I also started Zepbound (tirzepatide) and have lost over 30 lbs. I'm letting my hair grow out, and my trichotillomania (compulsive hair-pulling) has been under control for some time now. I have made great strides in therapy, and even though some days are hard, I still strive to make the best of what life hands me (lemons, etc).

With that said, I miss writing. It's such a very important piece of my life. I've been writing stories for over 30 years, and I refuse to just lose that passion. I hope to update my stories soon. Including The Howling in Claw Creek Forest, Daddy Knows Best, the Sweet Redemption saga [it has its own masterlist now!], and finishing my 1K follower event Sweet Treats, and other WIPs that are begging for attention.

I also miss my Tumblr and all the friends I have met along the way. Y’all don't even understand the complexity of what a safe space Tumblr is for me (for the most part). I can be myself without worry of being called weird or whatever. I mean, I am weird, but that's beside the point.

Anyway, this post is fucking long as shit so I'm gonna shut the fuck up and go reply to my notifications.

Thanks for coming to my Elle™️ Talk!

[shadowuponstorm]

Stay Away From The Coach's Granddaughter

A/N: I recently started watching One Tree Hill and when I searched it, I noticed it's rarely posted about on this platform. So, I thought "Why not write up something for it and be a part of those who want to keep it alive?". Hope you 'Ravens' enjoy! (I just wanted to mention, I love all the endgames! This is just another scenario separate from the show)

Summary: Coaching basketball for Tree Hill always seem to be first place on the list of Brian "Whitey" Durham's pride and joys, when it's in actually fourth place. The third place belongs to his son, Dale, the second for his granddaughter, and the first place is always reserved for Camila. When he gains custody of his granddaughter, he vows to always have her best interest at heart, even if it means warning his boys to stay away from her. What would happen if one of them breaks one of Coach's rules?

-4 YEARS AGO, WHITEY'S POV-

I was about to sit down to eat dinner when a knock came on the door. I grumbled as I tried to get out of my recliner, complaining that all I needed was peace and quiet. I opened the door to see two police officers standing there, with the lights on the squad cars still on.

"You Whitey Durham?" The officer on the left asked as I nodded my head and confirmed I was, "Your son, Dale, was in a car accident. I'm sorry to inform you, sir, that he didn't make it to the hospital."

Hearing those words, ripped a chunk of my heart out. "No, no, not my boy." I kept thinking over and over again, trying to stay upright.

"Thank you for coming all this way to tell me," I said to the officers as they nodded in understanding of my reaction to the shocking news I've been given, "H-have you informed his ex-wife? What about my granddaughter, was she with him?"

"Someone is going over there right now to tell her," The officer on the right responds, he then tells me, "As for your granddaughter, we have her in the back of the squad car. She wasn't in the accident with your son."

I sighed in relief as I looked past the cops' shoulders to see her just sitting there, looking devastated, and I couldn't blame her, she just lost her dad. I asked, "Is there any way you can allow her to stay with me? I mean, her mom lives pretty far from-"

"Oh, Mr. Durham, she isn't going to her mom. Social Services came by the hospital and explained to her that she was to live with you if something were to happen," the officer says as I see his partner go down the steps of my porch and get her out of the car.

"Why don't you go on in? I'll finish this up as quickly as I can," I told my granddaughter as she passed by me to enter the house.

After a few more minutes, the police left and I shut the door behind me to see Charlotte sitting on the couch, as quiet as she could be. She turned to look at me after hearing the door shut and whispered, "What am I going to do without my dad? I'm only 13."

"Oh, sweetheart," I said as I took a seat right next to her and pulled her into a hug, "I know this is going to be hard, but we'll get through this. That's what us Durhams do."

"I'm glad he and Grandma Camila are reunited at least," I hear Charlotte whisper as I tell her that was a good way of thinking.

I will do everything in my heart to keep her safe and protect her as best I can from harm's way.

-PRESENT, Charlotte's POV-

"Come on! Let's Go!" I hear Grandpa shout at the boys as I try to study on the bleachers, "Focus on practicing the plays, not showing off!"

I chuckle to myself and roll my eyes as I witness Tree Hill's star player, Nathan Scott, doing the exact opposite of what he was "asked" of. My phone buzzed beside me and I picked it up to see a text from Haley.

Haley: "Hey, wanna study at Karen's cafe?"

I text back, "Have to ask Grandpa first, but that would be greatly appreciated!"

After I put my phone back down, I glanced back at the court to see Nathan looking in my direction and proceeded to wink at me. I looked around to see if Peyton was sitting nearby, but couldn't see her anywhere.

"Nathan, you got something in your eye son? If not, stop blinking!" Grandpa yelled as the other boys laughed and I shook my head.

I packed up my stuff and headed down the bleachers toward Grandpa to ask him, "Hey, Haley texted me asking if I wanted to study over at the cafe. Can I go?"

"Sure, go ahead," Grandpa said as he glanced his attention to me for a split second, "Stay safe and remember to keep your phone."

"Yes sir," I respond as I walk toward the exit, but not before turning my head to yell over my shoulder, "See you guys at the game!" prompting the guys to hoot and cheer, much to Grandpa's annoyance.

After I arrived at the cafe, I sent a quick text before opening the door to see Haley helping Karen out behind the counter.

"Oh hey sweetie," Karen says as she spots me walking in and putting my schoolbag on the counter, "Your grandpa's yelling was too much for you?"

I laugh at her little joke and respond, "I wish I could say I'm not used to it, but I'm used to it. He's stressed about the big game and Nathan was busy showboating. Speaking of Nathan, he did something strange."

"What did he do?" Haley asked as I pulled out my notes and textbooks, "Did he flirt with you?"

"Okay, one, you know my grandpa's rule about me fraternizing with his "boys" so flirting is out of the question as well as dating. Two, no, he winked in my direction, but Peyton wasn't on the bleachers or there."

"Hold on, you say he winked in your direction, but Peyton wasn't around?" Haley asked as I nodded my head, "Charlotte, he was winking at you."

"No, he wasn't," I respond skeptically as I look over at Karen, who has the "Yeah, he definitely winked at you" expression on her face, "There's absolutely no reason that Nathan Royal Scott, who is taken mind you, would want to wink at me."

"Why not? You're intelligent, funny, and such a beautiful girl," Karen says as Haley voices that she agrees with that.

"Nathan lives up to his father, which means, he is not going to go for the smart and nerdy girl, he's going for the pretty cheerleader," I respond before mentioning, "No offense to Peyton, she definitely rocks it."

"Well, believe me when I say this, something is going off in that boy's brain when you're around," Haley says as she grabs a biscotti from the jar.

"Who are you guys talking about?" Lucas asks from behind, making me jump a little, "Oh, sorry, thought you heard the door open."

"It's fine, we're good," I said as I turned my body in his direction, "Also, none of your business who we were talking about because it's nothing of importance."

"Nathan winked at her and she thought Peyton was nearby," Haley responded as I shushed her from going further than that information.

"Well, they're always breaking up and getting back together, so I didn't know," I said as Lucas nodded his head in understanding of my theory before mentioning, "He and Peyton have broken up for good."

"There, now you have a shot at becoming the star player's girlfriend," Haley says as I roll my eyes and remind her that I'm also the Coach's granddaughter, so there's a little to no possibility of that happening, "You never know, maybe Whitey will go soft at the fact you're finding love."

Despite doubt running through a loop in my mind, maybe Haley's right about this. Grandpa is always telling stories about how he and Grandma were soulmates in love, he would want me to have a similar experience.

-BASKETBALL GAME-

"Hey Charlotte, if we win this game, how about we grab some dinner together?" I hear Tim shout at me, making me roll my eyes and yell back, "In your dreams! Now focus before he chews off your head or worse, benches you for the rest of the game."

I could've sworn I saw a little smile on Grandpa's face when he heard me rejecting Tim's offer. After my dad's passing 4 years ago, it was in writing that Grandpa was to get full custody of me since my mother wasn't acting like an actual mother and being reckless with everything regarding money, drugs, and especially men. It was honestly the best decision my father made because he didn't want me to be exposed to the fact my mom put those first instead of my health and well-being. I understand why the "Stay Away From The Coach's Granddaughter" rule is in place, but doesn't help when most of the boys are actually really nice.

"Hey Charlotte!" I heard someone shout and I looked to see who it was, "Down here!

I turned my head in the direction of the voice to see it was Martin McFadden, or what he likes to be called, Mouth.

"What Mouth?" I asked as I walked down the bleachers to his spot, "Did you need extra help with something?"

"No, it's not that, here," Mouth says handing me a folded-up piece of paper, and before I can ask, he mentions, "If your grandpa asks, just say it's my number so we can keep in touch in case we're working on something."

"Got it," I respond as I put the paper in my pocket and head back to my spot on the bleachers, with part of me itching to want to read the note now.

-AFTER BASKETBALL GAME-

As always, the Ravens kicked ass and my grandpa gained another win to his record. Grandpa and I were on our way home when he asked, "What was that kid giving you? The one with the big lips."

I laughed a little before saying, "His name is Martin, but he goes by Mouth as a nickname. He just wanted to give me his number for his phone in case we're to be working together on a project."

"You sure it isn't a love note? It was folded up pretty good," Grandpa responded as a little joke, prompting me to shake my head.

"No, just a friendly communication between the sportscaster and the granddaughter of the coach," I say as Grandpa parked the car in front of the house.

After dinner had been eaten and dishes cleaned, Grandpa went into the den to watch TV in his favorite recliner as I went into my room. I pulled the paper from my pocket and unfolded it to see a very recognizable handwriting, Nathan.

"Hey, I know this is not ideal, but you know, your grandpa has that rule of his set in stone and I don't want to be benched for the rest of the season. Here's my number xxx-xxx-xxxx, in case you want to talk or text."

I chuckle at how bold this boy is, using his friend to give me this note and bypassing my grandpa's rule. I pull out my phone and text the number, "If this is a prank, I very much don't appreciate that."

Nathan: As fun as that sounds, it's not. Guess you got my note ;)

Me: You know very well I did, it happened right in front of you, and you also had Mouth help you. Good game today.

Nathan: Thanks, that wink was towards you by the way.

I looked at my phone screen in confusion before texting back, "I know, you texted it to me just now."

Nathan: No, I mean earlier. You were looking around like it was meant for someone else.

Me: Can we switch over to a phone call?

Nathan: Wouldn't Whitey overhear you?

I closed my phone and put it in my pocket as I left my room to head towards the den.

"Hey, is it alright if I go for a night bike ride? I won't be gone long," I said as Grandpa nodded his head, "I have my phone on me."

"Stay safe, love you," Grandpa shouts as I yell, "Love you too."

After I shut the door behind me, I started biking down the road that goes toward the River Court. I pulled my phone out and called Nathan as I leaned my bike against the bleachers. He answered on the first ring and said, "So what excuse did you give?"

"Har har, very funny, I gave him an honest one. He's used to me doing rides at night, as long as I'm not out too late," I respond as I hear Nathan laugh, "What? I'm serious, I've never broken any of his ground rules, as of now."

"What a way to break the old man's heart, betrayal," Nathan said as I rolled my eyes and rebutted, "At least I'm always on his good side."

"Touche, question, why were you looking around when I winked at you?" Nathan asked as I ran my hand over my face and groaned.

"It's embarrassing," I respond as Nathan hits me with a "Try me."

After I took a breath, I said, "I thought Peyton was around, so when you winked at me, I looked to see if it was for her since she's usually your girlfriend."

Nathan laughs a little before saying, "We do break up a lot, don't we? Yeah, we're done for this time. Don't worry, that's not something to be embarrassed about."

"Jeez thanks, Scott," I respond jokingly before pulling my phone away from my ear to see the time, only have 15 more minutes before I have to start biking home.

"How much longer do we have on this call?" Nathan asked and before I could ask how he knew, he said, "I heard you pull the phone away."

"We have 15 more minutes before I have to bike home," I respond before I hear his voice change when he asks, "I'm sorry? Did you say bike?"

"Yeah, I thought I mentioned that," I said before clarifying, "I don't have a car yet and I think we both know how my grandpa feels about your dad, so there's no way my car is coming from him."

"Yeah, probably best if you don't," Nathan agrees as I add in, "Sorry, know he's your dad and all, but he can sometimes be an ass."

"Oh no, feel free, I feel the same way," Nathan responds as I start to feel bad about the way how unhappy he is talking about Dan.

To change the topic, I asked, "So, what's the real reason you wanted to talk to me?"

"Just to get to know you, the real you. You know, finally know your personality, not just the fact you happen to be related to my basketball coach," Nathan responds as I feel the inside of my body warm up and blush.

"Didn't know Showboater Scott actually had a heart," I say sarcastically as Nathan laughs and mentions, "Just takes the right person to make it skip a beat."

"I really should get back before Grandpa sends a search party, I'll see you tomorrow," I respond as Nathan agrees and tells me goodnight.

After I told him goodnight back, I closed my phone and started biking back up the road. I entered the house to look into the den to see Grandpa snoring and see the TV was playing a video of an old Ravens game. I grabbed a blanket to cover him up and I kissed him on the forehead to whisper, "Goodnight, Grandpa."

My phone buzzed to signal a text came through as I entered my bedroom, I pulled it out to see Nathan texted me.

"Had to tell you goodnight again, hope your dreams are sweet and have me in them ;)"

I laughed before putting my phone on charge and getting dressed for bed. Maybe tomorrow will bring something more into my life.

-TOMORROW-

"Have a good day today, I'll see you later," Grandpa says as we both exit the car and head toward the school.

After I told Grandpa to have the same, I headed toward my locker to see Tim leaning against it. I thought to myself, "Great, another day to reject his advances, again."

"What do you want Tim?" I asked as I stopped in front of him and shoved his shoulder to get him to move, "And get off my locker."

"Just thought I'd try to serenade you to go out with me, no one can resist my charm," Tim says smugly like he thinks he'll be successful in his attempt today.

Before I can say something, I hear someone say, "Tim, she's never going out with you, so stop. Besides, Turner's looking for you, it looks like you're in trouble as always."

"Aww man, I gotta hide," Tim nervously says as he bolts down the hall and keeps looking in all directions to try to avoid our principal.

I turned around to see Nathan standing there with a smile on his face.

"Clever, is Turner really looking for him?" I asked as Nathan shook his head and said, "Nope, thought I'd save a damsel in distress."

I open my locker to get my textbooks before saying, "I could have handled it myself, but thank you. I swear he just never gives up."

"Yeah, that's Tim for you," Nathan responds as I laugh, "Did you make it home in time? You didn't respond to my text."

"I did, thanks for being concerned. I did get your text, was nice," I said as he plastered an "I take offense to that" expression as a joke and whispered, "How dare you? I worked on that text for hours."

"Fine, it was funny, better?" I respond as Nathan nods and looks around for who I assume is my grandfather to make sure he isn't nearby before he leans in, "I really enjoyed our phone call, we should do it again."

The school bell rings and everyone starts rushing the hallways, causing my attention to be distracted and when I looked back, he was gone. So I pulled my phone out to text him, "We should."

I entered class to take my seat and the teacher started teaching his material when I saw a folded piece of paper get thrown on my desk. I looked towards the person who put it there and they shrugged their shoulder, meaning they were only told to give it to me. I started to unfold the paper when the teacher called my name.

"Yes sir?" I asked as he glanced toward the paper in my hand and asked what I had in my hand, "I'm not sure, I was given this just now."

I handed it to him after he asked for it, knowing he believed me since he knew I was not the type of student to break school rules, opening it to see what it said, before folding it back up.

"Sir, isn't it your rule to read notes aloud?" I hear a student asks before the teacher responds, "Yes, but in this case, I'm not going to."

"Not fair to the other times you did it," Another student says before the teacher looks at me with a somber expression and apologizes before he unfolds the paper to read what it said.

"Charlotte, you should wipe your existence off Planet Earth because of how ugly you are, no wonder your daddy is dead and your mommy didn't care to want you."

My stomach dropped and my veins turned cold hearing those words,

"I-I-" I tried to say but sentences weren't forming in my brain nor connecting with my mouth, "I can't."

I suddenly grabbed my bag and ran out of the classroom with tears streaming down my face. I didn't even know I was going outside the school until I was actually outside, standing on the sidewalk.

"I can't stay here, I don't want anyone to see me like this, especially Grandpa," I kept thinking over and over in my head.

I walked back into the school and towards Turner's office, who was surprised to see me.

"Charlotte, how can I-. Is everything alright?" He asked as I shook my head and told him, "I'm feeling sick and can't stay for the rest of the day. Do you mind telling my grandpa I went home?"

"Of course, hope you feel better soon," Turner says after I thanked him and left the office towards the parking lot to grab my bike.

After I biked home, I got in the house and that's when I finally decided to let out a scream and started sobbing, where no one could hear or see me this way. I've been bullied like this a lot by Rachel, and no one knows about it, not even Grandpa. I don't know why she's doing it, she's only been in Tree Hill for a few months. "I wish she would just stop."

I went into my bedroom and practically slammed my whole body onto the bed to grab a pillow to hold. I must've fallen asleep for a few hours because my phone buzzed with a text and I looked at the screen name to see it was Nathan.

"Hey, where were you? All the guys asked Whitey and he said you'd gone home sick."

Me: I did. A bug must be going around and I caught it.

Nathan: You looked fine this morning so I know that's a lie. What's going on?

Me: Nothing, I'm fine. Aren't you supposed to be practicing?

Nathan: Practice is over, didn't you see the time?

I looked at the time to see it was 5:30, which meant Grandpa would be home in an hour or so from mingling with his friends.

Me: Didn't realize, oops. Sorry, I had to miss seeing Grandpa yell at you guys.

Nathan: I need to hear your voice, phone call?

I sighed and tried to make my voice sound like I hadn't been crying before pressing the call button.

"Hey, how did practice go?" I say with a hint of crackling in my voice, which I silently curse that I let it slip

"About how it is sometimes, are you really okay?" Nathan asked with concern in his voice.

"Yeah, I might've just caught what's been going around. I'll be fine," I said as I heard a car door shut nearby, "Shoot, Grandpa's home early, I'll talk to you later."

After Nathan and I said our goodbyes, I made it look like I'd been sleeping since I got home. The door creaks open as Grandpa's footsteps enter my room and they stop as he sees my appearance. I hear him set down something on my desk and walk over to kiss my forehead to whisper, "Hope you feel better sweetheart, whether the bully is getting to you or you're actually sick."

I open my eyes to see a soup container and by the smell, it's from Karen's cafe, which means it's bound to be delicious. First, I need to talk to Grandpa, so I exit my bedroom to enter the den.

"Listen, I'm really sorry-" I started to say before Grandpa stopped me and said, "I know, your teacher got worried so he came to see me and showed me the nasty note. Then Turner came and told me you left because you weren't feeling good."

"Does that mean I'm barred from going to the next game?" I asked as Grandpa shook his head and told me the skipping class rule doesn't apply to me, "I promise, it's a one-time thing."

"Oh really? So, you're not going to skip class even if Nathan asks you to?" Grandpa asked, making my eyes widen in shock, and before I could ask, he said, "I see the way he looks at you, and I admit, maybe my rule is a little harsh."

"It's not, I understand why," I responded as I mentioned, "He doesn't know about the note or the bullying. This is all recent."

"Well, you outta tell him, he was worried about you when he didn't see you in the bleachers," Grandpa said as I sighed and responded, "I know, I just- I don't know why I'm allowing their words to hurt me."

"Those words hurt me too, seeing those awful things said to part of my whole world, hit me in the core," Grandpa said as I went to sit on the sofa, "You know your daddy loved you so much, loved you to the point he thought of the world of you and ensured you'd be with me as well as protected."

"I know, and I appreciate him for that. The mom part though, struck a chord since it's true, she loves those things more than me," I mention as Grandpa shakes his head yes, "At least I have the best parental figure take her place, because it makes me miss her less."

"Now you're just pulling my leg," Grandpa says to try to make me laugh. I shout, "I'm not! I'm serious."

"I know, just wanted to see that smile of yours, which I hope you've been showing Nathan," Grandpa responds as I blush and say, "We just started recently talking on the phone, but you can say he has since I have a tiny crush on him."

"As much as I don't like the fact he broke my rule, I'm glad," Grandpa said as he smiled and mentioned, "He'll be excited to see you back in the bleachers."

-BASKETBALL GAME-

I sighed, trying to keep the butterflies at bay, before pushing open the door to the gym to enter the basketball game. I looked up at the scoreboard to see the Ravens are winning by 5, hopefully making Grandpa pleased.

"Hey Charlotte, glad to see you're feeling better," I hear Peyton say to me as I walk near the cheerleaders, causing me to turn my head and respond, "Thanks, Peyton."

Before I even passed by the cheerleaders fully, I heard from behind me, "You look like you need a good purging, why don't you go into the bathroom real quick?". Rachel, she's on the squad?? I decided to ignore her and keep walking, but she apparently didn't like that because the next thing that came out of her mouth was, "Hey fatty, did you hear what I said to you?"

"Rachel, stop," Brooke said, genuinely worried, "Don't you realize who you're speaking like that to?"

"Oh I don't care that her grandpa is some big-shot coach, doesn't excuse the fact she looks like that. Probably why her parents didn't want to be near her," Rachel responds with a smug look on her face.

Before I could turn around and call her out on her disgusting behavior, I heard Nathan shout, "That is enough!" causing the whole gymnasium to be quiet.

"Oh come on, you know it's true," Rachel says as if she believes Nathan is on her side and will get the others to join in.

"No, it is not. And you have no right to speak to her like that," Nathan responds as he inches forward, "Ever since you came to Tree Hill, you've been acting like a real bitch to Charlotte, who has never done anything to you. Despite what you've done to her, she remained silent because she knew what it would mean if she spoke up."

"It's not like I'm going to get in trouble for this," Rachel says as Turner speaks up, "Rachel, we know it was you who wrote that note to Charlotte, we'll be discussing your punishment."

When Rachel turns to look at me, she had pissed written all over her face. "You are so fake! People need to know the truth about the real you." Rachel shouts, looking desperate for attention to be on her.

"She's not fake," Nathan says as he moves to be closer to me, "She has a heart of gold, she's kind to everyone around her, she's so smart, she's funny when she thinks she isn't, and doesn't pay any notice if someone is admiring her from afar."

"Nathan, I-" I started to say, fear of my grandpa's rule creeping in when he said, "He gave me permission, it's okay." He took my hand in his and squeezed it in comfort before whispering, "Now, you have another person in your life to love."

I looked up into his eyes to see sincerity swimming in them before I pressed my lips against his and kissed him. I felt him wrapping his arms around my midsection and picking me up, causing everyone to cheer and hoot. Meanwhile, Rachel stormed off with a fuss, but no one was paying attention to her. I pull away before whispering against his lips, "Now go kick some ass, boyfriend."

"Not a problem, girlfriend," Nathan said as he put me down and I smiled as I watched him run back onto the court.

I looked over to see my grandpa smiling back at me and I gave him the thumbs up before going to my seat next to Haley.

-WHITEY'S THOUGHT-

"Camila and Dale, you would be really happy and proud of our girl. She's doing amazing and found herself the best boy I'd imagine she falls in love with and he treats her like she deserves to be treated. Keep watching over us and blessing us with what we need most.

[mattybbernard]

Casual (Matt Sturniolo)

Pairing: Fwb!Matt x Fem!Reader

Summery: Based on “Casual” by Chappell Roan

Warnings: smut (MDNI), p in v, fingering, oral (f!receiving), squirting, public sex, car sex, swearing and strong language, filthy dirty talk, breeding kink, afab reader, no use of Y/N, use of random names (feel free to change it idrc), maybe more?

A/N: Erm, hey y’all, this is my first fic ever as well as my first time writing smut so please be kind. I’m also terrible at grammar and spelling and I wrote this in one sitting. I also did not proofread this so….have fun?

My friends call me a loser, 'cause I'm still hanging around. I've heard so many rumours, that I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch. I thought you thought of me better, someone you couldn't lose. You said, "We're not together", so now when we kiss, I have anger issues.

Three hours. Matt had texted you three hours ago and of course you replied right away, but he’s yet to read it.

Girls night at Payton’s house was supposed to be fun, a way to kick off summer by relaxing and drinking and gossiping. All of your friends who had gone off the college or university had come back to Boston for the summer, and you had taken the weekend off from your shitty waitressing job to spend time with them; but of course your focus was pulled away from your friends, and by Matt of all people. When your and Matt’s relationship went from a simple platonic friendship to something messier you had immediately told Peyton, to which she said that you’re way to beautiful and intelligent to be in a situationship of all things, especially at your age.

You looked down at your phone,

Read,

Peyton sat down beside you with a drink in her hands. “What’s going on with you?” She asked.

“Nothing.” You huffed and flopped back against the couch like a child.

“Don’t tell me you’re still talking to Matt.” Payton scolded.

“It’s not like I want to! He won’t go away!” Peyton gave you an unimpressed and unconvinced look. “Okay, so maybe I am. So what?”

“Babe, how many times have I told you, he’s a loser who refuses to see the gorgeous girl right in front of him. Drop him.” Peyton sighed.

“It’s not that easy-”

“Not to be bitchy or anything, but the more you cling onto this mess, the more of a loser you become.” Peyton cut you off before standing up to let her words sink in.

You said, "Baby, no attachment", but we're knee deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out, is it casual now?

“Jesus! Fuck!” You cried out as the hand that isn’t in Matt’s hair flies back to grasp at the headrest in his car.

“That feel good baby?” Matt mumbles again your exposed heat, before wrapping his lips around your swollen clit again.

A mess of jumbled syllables tumbles from your mouth along with a string of whimpers and moans. Matt’s hands keep a firm grip on the inside of your thighs, pushing them open for him as he sits on his heels on the dirty floor of the passenger’s side, as you stay sitting and spread out for him on the leather seat.

“Ugh, fuck you taste so good.” He groans as he likes a hard flat stripe from your hole to your puffy nub. His tongue instantly enters you at a rapid and aggressive pace. “C’mon baby, I know you’re close.”

“Mhm. Fuck.” You mumble from above him.

“I know baby, I know.” He coos as he switches from tongue fucking you to his fingers, the cold rings on his hands sending goosebumps up your ass and back. “Gonna cum for me?”

All you could do was nod your head, eyes closed and mouth clamped shut in ecstasy.

“Do it, c’mon, fucking cum all over me.” He egg’s you on.

The second he feels you stiffen and your legs begin to shake and tremble, he rips his fingers from your entrance. A stream of clear liquid gushes out of you and onto Matt’s face. The moans you let out at the sight of him opening his mouth to catch your release are borderline pornographic. His right hand comes up to your mound and he quickly brushes his fingers over you, causing the liquid to splatter across his face and the interior of his car.

“Fuck.” He grumbles and slurps up the puddle of liquid that remains on your pussy. “Atta girl.” He chuckles before placing a firm slap to your red and sensitive centre.

“Ah, fuck. Jesus Christ, Matt.” You scolded him as you sit up.

“You wanna come in?” He ignores your glare.

“Aren’t your parents and brothers home?”

“Yeah, so? They know we’re friends.” Matt shrugs as if he didn’t just finger fuck your brains out and then call you his friend.

It's hard being casual when my favorite bralette is in your dresser.

You sat against Matts headboard, his childhood sheets clutched in your hands to cover your naked body. It was early, about seven am, but you couldn’t be here when his family got up, you knew the rules.

You reached down to grab your underwear and sweat pants off Matts floor and began to slip them on as quietly as possible so you didn’t wake him up. You stood up and grabbed your shirt off the floor and bringing it up to cover your bare chest as you searched for your favourite bralette. You couldn’t find it at your apartment and the only other logical place it could be is in Matts room. As you tiptoed around his room to try and find it you landed on his dresser, quickly running over to it you pulled the top drawer out and began digging, and low and behold your baby blue bralette sat crumpled at the bottom of his sock drawer. Throwing the bra on, followed by your t-shirt and shoes, you stumbled out his room and left his house.

He said we were friends. You thought. But he kept my favourite bralette?

I know what you tell your friends. Baby, get me off again.

You’re pathetic. Why on earth would anyone with the littlest shred of self respect spend their day off texting a guy who clearly has no interest in her besides getting in her pants? Apparently you would.

All day you had been sending texts to Matt, and every time he left you on read.

“Haven’t spoken to u in a while.”

“U good?”

“Did you want to go see a movie later? I heard that new Deadpool Vs. Wolverine movie is supposed to be good.”

“Matt?”

“Matthew?”

Not a single reply until now. Desperate to see him you texted him the one thing you knew he couldn’t pass up.

“Miss u. U free tn?”

Not even a second later his reply came in.

“Be here in 10.”

I fucked you in the bathroom when we went to dinner. Your parents at the table, you wonder why I'm bitter.

You looked at yourself in the dirty restaurant bathroom mirror, leaning on your hands that rested on the sink. With a deep sigh you reached into your purse to pull out your lipgloss, but right as you finished reapplying the product the bathroom door swung open. Assuming it was just another girl who needed to pee, you didn’t look at who entered. That is until you saw Matt appear in the mirror behind you.

“What the-” you began but was interrupted by Matt kissing you deeply, his arms wrapping around your waist so he could grip your ass.

“Matt.” You gasped between kisses. “This-” his mouth trailed from your lips to your jaw. “This is the ladies room.” You whimpered as he began to suck at your neck. “You can’t…you can’t be in here. Someone will-”

“It’s a good thing I locked the door then.” He smirked before lifting you of the ground and placing you on the sink.

He kissed you again and slipped a cold hand under your black t-shirt as the other ones tried to go up your red maxi skirt .

“Why’s your skirt so god damn long?” Matt huffed in frustration.

“I don’t know. Maybe because I don’t wanna have my ass hanging out in front of your parents.” You sassed.

Matt rolled his eyes as he continued to try and yank your skirt up.

“You’re not seriously gonna fuck me in gin a public bathroom.”

“God, do you ever stop complaining?” He groaned

“Whatever.” You mumbled and lifted you hips to help him pull your skirt up all the way. Matt unbuckled his belt and slid his pants and boxers down his legs enough for his dick to spring free. He shifted your underwear to the side and slid in.

“Fucked you a hundred times and you’re still so tight.” He hissed out.

“Feels so good Matt.” You moan as your body curled forward until your forehead met his shoulder.

“I know baby.” He cooed as he began to snap his hips into yours faster. “Gotta be quick, don’t want people to get suspicious do we?” He panted into your ear.

You shook your head and whimpered, your release quickly approaching.

“Ugh, fuck. That’s it, holy shit.” Matt babbled to himself, one hand on your shoulder and the other on the sink, his head flung back in pleasure. “Gonna fucking cum in your perfect pussy.”

Your legs wrapped around his hips, locking him in place as you began to tremble.

“That’s it baby, let it all out.” He grumbled as he pushed you over the edge. Matt’s hips began to stutter as his thrusts became uneven and erratic until he stilled, dick buried to the hilt as he filled you up with his release.

You both sat there catching your breath for a minute, Matt’s dick still wedged in your warm walls. Matt suddenly pulled his now soft dick out of you and grabbed some paper towels to wipe both yours and his cum off of himself. He threw the paper towel out and picked up his boxers and pants, he fastened his belt before turning back to you, still perched on the sink with his thick white release beginning to ooze out of you. Matt walked over, fixed your panties, pulled your skirt back down, and planted a kiss on your cheek.

“Thats my girl.” He smiled before leaving the restroom to return to the table where his family awaited both of your returns.

“Casual my ass.” You scoffed.